Maintain level-headedness. The only way is to focus on Personal Excellence. No more talk about God. That is a done deal.
Now i[t] (is) to get on with my life.
We already know how the story ends. Now is to fill in the middle part. What story am I to bring?
I decided to just talk about how I can improve myself.
That is the best topic.
Personal Mastery...
No need to think about others.
No need to provide more proof either.
Just simply live. If I die, I simply die. All the evidence is nice but I don't need it. I already know how it starts and how it ends. The pa[rt] (path) is clear.
So now I know, I am the Apple Tree and the Golden Apple. So be it. I cannot take the attitude of wait and see. I have to keep on moving. Right now, I am expecting a miracle to happen to me. By right I make it happen to myself.
The biggest miracle is the blog. With the blog, I can see the reflection on me myself. So far I like what I see, no distortion at all.
I can go on living this lifestyle without any concern that I am no longer part of the mainstream.
Iron Maiden bores me.
I like Sword 9 better. So relaxing.
My aim now is to write as if I am swimming in laps. Without thinking, just do the strokes. That is what I like to do, No editing, no highlighting, no changing the fonts'
We had come to an understanding, do we? I am an observer and you are observing me. So I should not be concerned with being observed. I just concentrate on being an observer.
All the while I was too accommodating. I was driving on manual. Now I am not even driving. I just enjoy the ride.
Such is the nature of my existence. I am on a VIP Tour of what lies ahead. Do I need to be cautious?. Not really. We have an understanding. I am the scribe. I don't even own these writings. I am just an instrument. So why should an instrument be concerned with what it produce?
In my case, I simply write. That is my function. I am not an editing tool. So fuck editing. Heck, I am not even supposed to think. I let Sword 9 overwrite that part of my rationale.
That way, I simply flow to the rhythm of her songs. Sword 9 besar jasa pada aku. Dia bidadari aku. Good girl gone bad. Sundal Bolong. Lantak dia. Yang penting dia deliver the codes. So far she is the perfect cybernetic loop. Completely sheer nonsense. That is what it is.
It doesn't have to be philosophical like Iron Maiden. Lagu senang hati.
Positive
Energetic
I forgot the third one PET
And so I march along, to the beat of the old drum.
Nothing to worry about.
All I need is enough provision for me to get on with my life. I don't care what will happen next. I scored full marks. I paid the Ferryman.
So I shall continue with my medication and continue to get fat.
That seems to be the flaw in my grand scheme of plans. Therefore, caveat emptor. Today I eat the nasi kerabu instead of the nasi lemak.
I don't know. Even the shogi is not that exciting anymore. The pawn is a disappointment. Perhaps, I should not think like a chess player. The pawn is pretty useless.
Back to nasi kerabu. I eat nasi kerabu, and I skip lunch. For RM9 I got two packs and Lizzie pay for them. Saves me money and it is a healthier option.
That is [] (if) I want to be sensible. But if I want to enjoy life's simple please, fuck it... Super Combo, here I come.
I don't want to think too much about it. When the time comes I decide.
I think I go with Super Combo. Either that or the Tangling Nasi Lemak.
I was thinking of changing the Super Combo formula.
OK. Enough rambling. Now to test the result...
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