My EDC daily driver…

I guess my daily driver timepiece will be the one I like most after all. It will also do as a beater, being tough, and quartz. A practical choice of watch, with perpetual digital day-date, 200m WR, 12s/year accuracy. It’s my Promaster JP1060. The crown threading is super smooth, case made from bead blasted steel with a built-tough timing bezel. If correct, the crystal is slightly concave. I love the stubby skeleton hands in orange-red and the organic-shaped hour markers, lumed. The whole watch reminds me of a sea urchin, and a manta ray.

It went through several strap changes before settling on a Casio velcro in black. It’s easy to adjust in and out of air conditioning, and on muggy versus hot and dry days. I don’t feel it makes others jealous, looking like a Casio Riseman crossed with Outgear, from the 2000s. Could be mistaken for a Timex as well. More later…

Spent the day tweaking Qemu to boot, then installing some of my critical software. Prefer SheepShaver which loads faster. I think the BeOS guys were leaner coders than Unix programmers in general. Still need a way to transfer files to and from the emulator. Essentially, enjoying my last weeks / months on Earth before the sixth seal breaks. It can’t be long now. The anti-Israel sentiment is higher than ever, compounded by pervasive social media. It won’t be long till PMX is forced into a 3 way political-economic battle.

Typing this from my bedroom in our new house where we ate takeout fried noodles. Feel odd, stretched between two home bases while war rages in my mindspace. More later…

We didn’t fall ill from the dented bottle of oolong tea that we had last night. I’m always a bit paranoid as the blame game on me is pretty steep. Have a good way of transferring files out of Qemu, using hfsplus, a CLI utility. Writing files in is harder, using hfsexplorer to make a dmg. But that won’t happen much. Feel like taking this old PC to the new house instead of laptops and Pi 4s. Gotta have an iPad tho.

I joined a writers’ forum yesterday. Yet to post. Have to check my website hits now. Wish more people would read my books and short stories.

My foot has swollen, I made a theory of economics…

https://medium.com/@chnkngyp/commoncoin-versus-money-crypto-0c500700d6c3 -read my theory that money should be free. Just a short 1 minuter but it could change the world.

My whole foot is a bit puffy as fluid drains off from around my ankle sprain. Maybe I’ll take a walk tomorrow and work it off. Have to read up on that -if it helps. Meanwhile, Mom has made us a tasty dinner and I’m torrenting Mac OS 9.2 to use in Qemu on my OpenBSD rig. Taking forever.

My theory above, is that money was first formed out of selfishness and pride in the sense of its rarity and mutual desire for profiting. That is why it is paraphrased as the root of all evil. What if money grew like leaves, like blades of grass, so readily available that:

…Most focus on the 'something', when they should be concerned about the 'wanting'.

Imagine taking wealth out of the picture and putting in love of one another. If John Lennon were alive today…

These are bad times…

Transferred my BSD workstation to my bedroom for easy access. Feel like taking it to the new house too. It’s more convenient than a laptop to do serious, long duration work on.

Worked out twice today in preparation for my blood test tomorrow. I have high sugar and cholesterol for some reason. I am also a bit overweight. Haven’t eaten any sugary foods for 2 days. I will be quite surprised if I have prediabetes and hypertension like Dad. Can feel sugar lovers waiting for me to binge. Feels like being a rabbit around wolves.

My ankle is much healed. I can walk normally now. Got to be careful of twisting my heel, getting in and out of the car. I have settled the mood / style (cheerful and optimistic), and plot of my YA novella. It also has a title and proper protagonists who are teenagers, Jerome and Barbara. I hope I don’t get passed over for Rapture, being so absorbed with work and materialism. Talked a lot about good and evil, and what saves or dooms a soul. Some were not moved at all, just like in the days of Noah! More later…

Dad informed me that my BLOOD TEST isn't tomorrow. I can take it easy and be my sloppy self. Feel more like working when your computer has to STAY on a desk unlike a laptop or tablet. Having a dedicated workstation is motivating. Also my mechanical switch keyboard is much nicer to type with. Wondering if I should switch from the default ksh to zsh or tcsh. What do OpenBSD users recommend?

Slovak PM was shot in an assassination attempt. He was pro-Russia. The storm gathers.

Hail King William…

Much of today’s rumors point to an announcement that shortly Prince William will be King of the UK. It has consequences far beyond anything we might imagine. More than anything since the War of Independence in America. I am prepared to be astounded. And we hope Kate makes a good recovery so the UK might also have a proper Queen. This is good news for all of us in the mental health camp. More later…

So the first steps to William’s ascending the throne were handed him by Charles. It must be any day now. Liew forces attacked in the night, trying to cripple my foot. I fell trying to stand up, but am thankfully okay, and not in pain. Managed a milder run and workout. Had to loo twice but am glad to be fully cleared out. OpenBSD runs well on my Kabini rig. Later we may head out to the grocer. Tomorrow, a long walk around Amcorp-Decathlon. Trying not to eat sugary foods leading up to Thursday.

Been customizing OpenBSD. Mainly the Fvwm2 window manager. Installed Chrome and Emacs as well. Talked to my church about end times beliefs and standing strong in large numbers with other faiths or denominations sympathetic to Christ / His image which is BRDS. MingFen, FuWu, ZiLu in Mandarin. How else has anyone come to know the Lord?

My ankle is healing gradually. It should be good to go tomorrow but I will not brisk walk, probably. Just do indoor exercises and eat less.

Back to basics writing, capo is in the house, everyone evil got a cold…

I’m writing again, on my used Windows 10 Thinkpad with WordGrinder and MS Notepad as my w/p and outliner. The absolute rock bottom of software which only uses 11mb of memory compared to over 10x for Libreoffice Writer. I’m not even using my clever app, CHR. How low can an author go? The story is on the end times and will have a lot of talking and interaction with world events alluded to in the news, by messages and messengers, etc.

We pushed everyone evil who attacks in mindspace, to have a cold, not amounting to pneumonia. Hopefully they’ll leave us alone, these vandals of latter day.

My $3 capo is delivered. On my A&K acoustic, it sounds nice. Has a bright and clear tone. I think there are 3(?) pieces of transparent rubbery material held in line by a loose fitting bolt, pressed down by a woven elastic band. Can’t wait to use it with the C40 at our new place. More later…

We had snacks and green tea from the fridge at the shoebox house we’re soon retiring to. Had naan for dinner at SK. I wrote a new song during the rain, cooped up in my small room with the a/c on. Mom played the piano and Dad dozed off watching the TV. Saw a cute chick at the mamak. Unfortunately I’m not very eligible, being mentally disabled. Also made the capo comparison review video to go up next week. Tomorrow, have to make an early start. Take my meds and sleep well.

Mixed up routine, CHR beta is out, Fighting back against bullies, One day at a time, My new sliding capo…

Took a sedative last night and woke up on the floor with my watches strewn over my mattress. I had been strap swapping. Feeling quite alert, I went for my usual run and workout. Discipline is both mental and physical. And they synergize to give good health, to help power through prevention blockades. Don’t neglect to work out / exercise regularly.

Lately tho, my routine has been spread over 6am to 10am due to forces acting on my body, people living in my mindspace, afraid of false doctrines told so convincingly. We have to fight back against this enemy who comes with telepathy and signs and wonders.

CHR, my writer’s outlining app is finally done. Can’t think of anything more to add to this simple script but maybe next week I’ll have some better ideas. Get the python3 file from https://FreeLunch.my/apps/ which should also run on Linux with some mods.

In the face of troubles, I’m taking it slow, going easy on myself, not pushing too hard. Gradually achieving my milestones. So for today, I will just be writing the next installment of Time of Arrival.

Also expecting my Dunlop slide capo to arrive in the afternoon. Hope it’s good. Will be helping sweep in half an hour as Dad must be tired. More later…

Wearing my humble Q&Q moonphase quartz which I got for $14 off Shopee. Put it on a NATO for WR. quite a light and comfy wear, swim / shower proof as well. Has gained 12s since a year ago. I love moonphase complications and God told me to get one. Unfortunately, I couldn’t afford a JLC.

Sweeping up is done. Feels much cleaner. Capo should arrive circa 1:30pm.

Rain has pushed delivery of my capo to Sunday. My long walk day. Wearing my Swatch AM51.

Being more relaxed, telepathy borne by one man…

I’ve been waking up later this past week. No more 5am mornings, but 7am instead. I take my time eating, running and working out, getting clean and brushing. I don’t work like a madman, breaking things down into smaller bites, just a few a day. 

Talked about suffering through telepathy and how it is not one person’s duty but everyone’s a little, in cooperation and dare I say, love. The reverse would involve spiritual “money” which many do not have much generated or stored. And as in real world money and power, there will be questions of trust and calls of unfairness when ONE man gives all and others take it. It even happened to Jesus H. How can we repay the Savior? All as one a little bit! More later…

US treasury official, Nelson, is in Malaysia, seemingly at odds with PMX Anwar over support for Hamas. It may be scant days before we see something explosive occur somewhere, even in our back yards. Just gave a talk to people seeking God and the nature of sin being bodily and philosophically located. Pleasure being a thing we don’t rightfully pre se, deserve, love of money being a perversion of coping with bodily discomfiture.

Wearing my 80RM Casio 800h, 18s behind the Internet time servers after over a year in my stable. Seeking a return to practical and economical living, just like TGV’s about turn from watch collecting. This Casio is definitely my most humble watch and will accompany me through the weeks ahead of possible early Rapture, walks, runs, shopping, showers, clinic. Its accurate, full time-calendar display, 10 year battery, comfy rubber strap, and 100m WR will be exactly what I need. Have I finally broken the spell of spendthriftness?

Made progress simplifying my app, CHR. But it’s still not working right. The Royals are acting up from behind Kate tonight. We are giving them every care and good faith. Hopefully everyone will realize that:

Young man, put your pride on the shelf,

No man does it all by himself —Village People, YMCA.

Nobody is an island though they may be a rock. William, you have to wake up to your socialization. The Liew witches are gone, soon if not forever. 

Fiction: Time of Arrival

 

From Reality Sandwich

Jerome logged onto his WhatsApp. He tried to message Barbara but there was no reply. Then he looked at the clock -it was 3:55am. He slapped his forehead, his body still quivering from the night emission he had to clean up after a very real dream of his classmate. Over at her place, an open window and lacy curtains billowing outwards. The back yard strewn with tools and buckets from their torn up shed.

Donald Coats worked for the UN as a special envoy for peace and cooperation. That morning, he was in a meeting with His Excellency, Prophet Chwoonpoory, president of the Southern Alliance. The Asian strongman who had demonstrated his God-given powers was in deep thought over the chessboard.

What do you do when you have such advantage, yet such peril of failure? His Excellency moved his rook to the center file and sat back, silent, eyes closed.

And it was the eve of the “Take Me” concert tour which kicked off down under, in Sydney when lead singer, Steffi Innapetz received a strange visitor to her hotel suite. He had been let up by security because he used to be someone famous in the music industry. But he had a strange contribution. One she had heard before and suppressed all these years.

Reichman, how you been?

Good -except for this, the hoodied former composer stuck out his hand. It trembled and his fingers were limp in her grip. It’s now or never, he said. Hurry, give me your guitar!

The air was tense in the Papal chambers in Rome. Father Kristof, humor me, the ailing pontiff asked, who do you say is the Beast? The small group of priests watched the 60” Starlinked display as large convoys moved in on the Vatican from North Africa in the south, and across the Alps in the North.

The Russians have seized Crete, your holiness. Thousands of tactical nuclear-tipped ballistic missiles have been deployed. In mere hours, the Russian navy will have control of the Mediterranean and air superiority perhaps…

But the Pope was tired. What God ordains is what will happen, his holiness nodded off in the failing light from the lead glass windows which rattled from strong gusts.

[More later…]

The song he played, the palsied composer, was only partly finished:

See the stars fall like figs that’re ripe

See the ladder come down

We’re blinded by the light

Shining all around…

Then he gave the guitar two slaps to the butt and they launched into an air guitar chorus. As Reichman and Steffi fell back onto the hotel bed, they laughed silently to one another.

What have they -who, done to you?

Long story. I live for my moments -like this one. Don’t take my picture. The former composer turned to leave. He looked back at Steffi, sitting on the bed, hands between her knees, innocent as a lamb, and he thought: At least I didn’t give her “Autumn Leaves”. You’ll play it…

Yes, she replied, nodding a little.

In the central palace of the Southern Alliance, in the hills of tea-growing Chiangmai, President Chwoonpoory was losing the chess game, as white. If impatience for the felling stroke were a thing on his mind, the Prophet didn’t show it. Don Coats smiled inwardly, but beating the Asian strongman was not on his mind, important either. Chwoonpoory then sacrificed his queen and the UN envoy sat up in his chair, his collar suddenly hot. The Prophet stood up abruptly in response, and motioned him towards the spacious balcony overlooking a waterfall where beautiful women in colorful clothes were washing their linens. They were both served Oolong, iced.

Call it a draw? Offered the dictator.

Call it a deal, replied Coats.

You may have the superior mind. But peace is born of a noble heart. A servant pushed open the doors to the banquet hall and tiptoed back, bowing repeatedly. Coats heaved a sigh as they both stepped to luncheon in synchrony.

I think Barbara’s been taken, said Jerome.

Taken?

Abducted.

By aliens? By Jesus?

I don’t know. I just have this bad feeling. Something’s gonna happen, like a twister touching down. Just before, like on a jet plane, your ears stuff up, or a fighter jet -the G force, tearing you apart…

His mother pulled him close and he wept into her bosom. Everything’s going to be okay, she said, his soft brown hair under her fingers. Everything’s going to be just fine.

[More later…]

Barbara 

Was at the new place this afternoon…

Dad and I brought over a fridge this morning. After a good few hours settle, we turned it on in the afternoon. Now we can stay overnight there in comfort. Mom played the piano which sounds good / resonant and tempered, after tuning. We all had some crispy snacks. There are still some assam boi, chips and chocolate biscuits. No water yet but Mom has set up the kettle. In Malaysia, tap water is usually boiled well, before drinking. I will propose an overnighter later this week, probably.

Rain came soon after we got back. News of a tree collapsing and killing a motorist in central Kuala Lumpur. Another sports crime, the 3rd national footballer to be assaulted. Signs of impending Rapture are all over the world and local news. It’s harder and harder to be a wicked person in this latter day. More later…

Some people asked me how to get to heaven…

I don’t have much time right now as we’re preparing dinner but this is important to know, old Christian wisdom but still relevant to all who seek a sinless existence with God, or to escape Hell, either is a good start.

There are 4 basic must-dos:

1. If you are in trouble, get a religion. If you are in trouble with YOUR religion, get yourself converted somewhat else. The reason is that we are judged by Christ, who seek Him whatever the path we take to the Alpha and Omega gifted to our blessed planet, God’s footstool.
2. If you know any saved people, if you could tell, get closer to them, marry them, be their Spirit friend.
3. Behave as the Lord would expect of you. Be good inside and out. Be useful to Him. Be beautiful to watch.
4. Have a purpose, place your intent on Heaven. It’s like a flashlight pointed around haphazardly at the sky -don’t expect to find your way home in the dark, if you seek like that!

So, happy living, old friends, and those woken up to truth. More later…

Today began slow but everything is getting done eventually. CHR is in its extra features final stage. I did my exercise routine. There was a lot of pressure from Liew insurgents, targeting the soft underbelly of the west, their kids and infants, their businesses. A wonder how anyone goes to heaven in these end times. Family and friends who think they deserve more from God, pile their burdens on my shoulders. I told them to carry on as usual for now.

Seems a good time to remind every one of the “wild world” effect. The survival of the fittest. Where humanity is concerned, it seems to be survival of the bland and ordinary over the scum or the cream. This is definitely a false teaching, but one we wake up to under threat of telepathy. No longer safe behind locked doors and popularity spin meisters. Yea, the scum destroyed the cream. Think about it…

Signs of Rapture should appear around the world at this stage. It happens when sin goes ballistic. Mainly jealousy which had been simmering. Time to be brave. Those who choose to suffer their God will in the end betray Him. By which, I mean approach the deity with self-sacrifice on their lips. Our God and His children are not suffering sods but triumphant at all times!

Our piano was tuned, I gave piano tutoring in mindspace, guitar 101 as well, coding CHR goes on…

This morning we were at the new place, our shoebox house, where our usual piano guy tuned the instrument after its big move over from the bungalow. I gave out some basic theory of the keyboard using my M-Audio connected to my iPad 10. 

Basically, there are 1st, 3rds, and 5ths of a C scale. These form the bulk of harmonies. 2, 4, 6, and 7ths lead to complex harmonies, particularly 2, and 6th. The 1st leads to Ab while the 2nd leads to F#, C#,  and the 4th to Bb. 6th leads to Eb. The armpits of the keyboard, 7-1, and 3-4, are where twisty melodies are born. The 6th is where sad songs live. And fingering is all to do with the islands of keys formed in between the armpit divides, just like it does trivially on a 6 hole DiZi flute.

Guitar is simple as well. It’s all about flowing accurately pitchwise with compound, rich chords, or flowing common chords into an uncommon cadence / progression, remembering to carry the melody based on simple 1-3-5ths. If it can be played on a Marine Band harmonica, it’s a good melody. This is an instrument that’s born to be simple to play songs you know well, and hard to play songs you don’t, so play lots of songs from both sides and you will mature.

Took my meds, no sedative. Will probably doze off in 2 hours. Meanwhile CHR needs a minor recode to better pick related paragraphs for the auxiliary column. Emma Watson and the Harry Potter cast is being attacked by the witchy evil Liews. Taking some hits. More tomorrow…

Shuffling my morning routine to be less stressful. Running will be pushed to the afternoon, and bathroom time, more flexible. Work should be broken down into small steps. Exercise a bit later after waking up. Today, I hope to finish coding CHR. Just needs a few more lines and I’ve been procrastinating.

Taoism and good advice from Jee Shifu…

I watched this video on YouTube: https://youtu.be/73xELYMV9qw?si=lmBsTbWIoDw53z-t talking about buying things just because you “fancy” them. I have a lot of watches that don’t have a proper reason behind their purchase. Jee Shifu talks about concrete reasons, not just interest, following the crowd, is sexy looking etc. Because when you don’t truly care about something like your watch, and don’t know what’s its benefit, it opens the door to curses from the Enemy / your enemies.

As I thought about this advice, I wondered if I should select a daily driver watch based on good sense rather than looks or prestige. Turns out it is my Mudman solar which makes most sense to wear. It is tough, WR, and nondescript in all black. Never needs a battery change, has digital compass and moonphase. Cheap too.

I sensed people trying to live in the Mudman but all failed to implant their hearts. Spiritual or psychic warfare is a daily occurrence in these end times and is stepping up on we Christians. But I have to get back to work now even on a Sabbath -just light coding. More later… 

Taking my time to plan the column layout well for CHR. It will take only 15 minutes to adjust it after a good rest. I had been working hard on it for the past 2 days. Liew witches more subdued since we started using holes and tunnels to hide from pain-giving. Used sleeping children and toddlers to destroy our physiological functions so we jiggled them out. There are hundreds of attacks that may be unleashed easily by these antichrist, New Atlantis alien supporters.

Folks are still at our new place. Must have been there for 2 hours. Did some hand / finger strengthening  exercises with a rubber donut. Maybe more often. Been masering microorganisms dead, used by the Liew witches to spread pestillence.

Have on my G-Shock 2200, grey resin on grey stretch NATO. Very comfy and feather light due to its carbon fiber construction and soft fabric band. May wear this out walking tomorrow instead. Feeling sedated already. Work left unfinished yet again. Must put in some effort.

CHR, vaporware app?

I am seriously thinking of coding CHR this afternoon, since I finished my routine and weekend chores. I could definitely use an outliner app for my own writing. Something less obtrusive than Drafter. Unfortunately it’s hard to get started on what should be a 2 hour job. Maybe mid afternoon.

Huge amount of evil resources being used to close down gospel preachers and strongmen of the Lord, even as we are used to stem the impending alien invasion that establishes the 4th beast empire. It’s not easy being in politics and economics at such a time, or being spiritually useful to God’s purpose, saving souls. One wonders about those who steady the ark…

I resumed my coding work. Should finish by 5pm. Would like to eat takeout noodles tonight. Christian forces surge through the mindspaces blundering a lot.

Read this article on CNN, https://edition.cnn.com/2024/05/03/style/first-luxury-watch-buyer-guide/index.html which talks about luxury watches and how to choose the right one as a noob. The most interesting watch I own is an anadigi Citizen diver / basic computer, about $170. I seldom wear it tho I like it, instead wearing nondescript G-Shocks all the time. 10x less money than a base luxury watch… I figure I should wear it more because it’s a regular joe’s non-auto quartz on cheap Mr DIY rubber.

Past dinner time. CHR is looking more like a usable app but still needs work. Was delayed by a trip to the new house / shoebox and a lot of talking in mindspace. Am committed to completing this trivial but useful app by late tonight. I rank it more useful to a writer than Drafter or NiP.

Unforseen difficulties slowed coding CHR. But most all basic functionality is in place, requiring some tweaking.

We may be going to Kuala Lumpur today. I’d rather stay home, get cleaned and go on a brief run. Not to mention fix up CHR’s very rough code. Will give Sis her volleyball as she’s swinging round soon. Slept like a log last night on half a Rivotril.

Looks like the KL outing will be moved to tomorrow, after the piano is tuned. Did quite a bit of coding this morning. CHR is polishing up well, bugs were squashed. Not happy yet with the 2-column algorithm. May take another hour.

Working for nothing…

I can feel the surge of tribulation. Not that I usually predict the future or am in many high level officials’ minds, but that there are just so many poignant cues we are running out of time on Earth before God dismantles all human efforts to rise up as one satanic world kingdom. Money is tighter than ever, war looms large in the Middle East. People are rising up against people. Nations jockey for marginal returns with provocative if not aggressive moves. Witchcraft is rampant, consuming young lives, infants even. Faith is at a low point nobody can imagine.

Such are the troubles that I’ve considered giving up writing and coding. This morning, we rescued many young ones from the Liew witches by being patient and logical. They were being fed nonsense by the evil 6. Western help is now giving abused telepathic babies a new hope of redemption. As usual we served food and drink.

I wiped down Sis’ present with mild soap and water: a volleyball. Wish I had one for myself actually. Hope she has fun with it, with her daughters. More later…

Raining heavily this 4pm. Glad I made it home early. May have to cook dinner for the folks tonight. More later…

Wrote part of a song about an execution, and arranged my old song Caraway a very different way. Settling down to code now. The fancy baked beans was good. Will give Sis her present shortly tho it’s a few weeks more till the date.

The coding process of CHR begins with regex, one of my weak points. I need to grab data by its left of ;; descriptors and arrange the right of ;; into 2 columns, the plot and plot elements. There needs to be a search box with VRS style quasi regex.

Just read that Malaysia may face US sanctions over funding terror in the middle east. The country will go wild. PMX has an unenvied job right now. These are end times events for certain. Salman Rushdie and Mar Mari Emmanuel both stabbed. And I wonder about my own small life. My place in heaven has never been so uncertain.

On my blog yapsdiary.blogspot.com, I suggested Russia may very soon use nukes in Ukraine, striking just west of Kiev.

Fiction: Paranoia

It started with reflections. Not just any reflection but a double mirror reflection. Like when I looked at the reflection off a bus window in the glass of a shop window, into the bus window, into the shop window… I’m sure it has happened to most everyone. But it was then that I noticed that the reflections seemed to melt, deform as if in a wave of heat, at the corners of details. I told my girlfriend and she laughed at me, at my paranoia.

She was a ballet dancer. And as I waited for her to finish, in a corner of the studio with its mirrored wall, I angled my watch to catch the light off the wall in its crystal. Amid the scissoring of flamingo legs, the pirouettes, my mind focused on the details within the details. And that’s when I saw three gaping holes staring out of the corner of her armpit. I started for my girlfriend to warn her but stopped myself. A quizzical frown played on her peachy face.

At IKEA, She looked on impassively on as I picked up a dozen loose pieces of cheap wall mirror -for my experiment. Back at our apartment, I affixed them to the wall with tack. I adjusted the angles and put some more on the opposing wall, the same way. She left me to it, so I set up a wireless HD webcam in the middle, hanging it off the ceiling.

It was almost 2am when I dozed off at my PC from where I had been monitoring the reflections, zooming in on those details. I counted 3 Edvard Munch scream faces. All of them with fangs. I had locked the door while I sipped my coffee, tense.

The next morning, after my girlfriend left for her rehearsal, I poured myself more coffee and checked the reflections again, scrubbing over those I missed while asleep. I saw her bustle about our living room, disorganized, on her cellphone, eating her oatmeal standing up, rushing to get a dozen things done at once. In one of the mirrors, a gnarled claw reached out. Oh no, I held my breath, but she turned, whipped round as the monster thing in her shadow warbled into ripples of light from the sun streaming through the lace curtains.

Some inquiries and excuses later, I was able to procure a moderately powerful green gas industrial laser which I lashed to the stumpy, round floor sweeping drone. When my girlfriend returned, she found I had laid out a spread of new vegetables, fruit, and nutty Tokaji wine. What’s the occasion, she wanted to know. So I told her I had killed a demon, the one that had been following us -through the reflections.

What if it has friends? she asked, almost choking on the wine. Well… I started, we have to be careful. Some people avoid mirrors, she stated, almost bored. Why? I asked. They haven’t souls, she said, they’re… vampires! She bit into a blood red pomegranate while offering me her neck, coyly. That’s how it begins, she laughed. Make me one of your kind.

Maybe she was right. I was the monster afraid of sunlight. She was fast asleep by my side when I got out of bed, gathered the mirrors and stepped out into the early hours of wintery morning. There, a young delivery boy with a bagful of newspapers and rosy blood-filled cheeks. I tilted my head to bite, as my hands gnarled into claws. 

Dim-sum for breakfast…

Was roused earlier this morning as Mom wanted to have a traditional Chinese breakfast. She’s been stressed out lately. We had silky chee cheong fun noodle stuffed with prawn, yam puff, egg tart, siew mai, and char siew pao, not to mention nice flowery tea. Later we’ll be shopping at Starling. Not sure what the folks are buying over there. I want to visit Decathlon.

Meanwhile, the thing -negative telepathy, nobody can admit to rolls on, eating souls and destroying flesh, making a mockery of God. Haven’t got a reply from FFM on the tale I submitted. More later…

I had Chicken Shawarma rice for lunch at Lotus’s food court this afternoon. Was good. Had a can of iced coffee. Seems that many westerners were deceived by the Liew 6 and now are wrong on too many levels to recover their souls, or cope day to day without committing mind crimes onto Asians. They’re finished, the lot of them. Walking round the mall with the folks was tiresome and wearying. We may get Dad a pair of Brooks shoes later in the month.