I will win 1 day at a time:
- Wake up latest 7:00 am - Woke up 7:15 am
- Exercise 1 hour in the morning - Last Tennis before Ramadan
- Eat 16/8 starting 2:00 pm - Ate fish and veges
- Exercise 1 hour in the afternoon - No go
- Eat LCHF at 8:00 pm - Ate Spicy Chicken McDeluxe
- Sleep at 11.00 pm - On the dot
That's the minimum to win the day.
Yes, today is tennis. It's kinda wet this morning. It rained last night.
We'll see how it goes.
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If you look at life, everything is a cause set in motion. One door will open another, then another, then another.
The key is in the moving. As long as you take informed action, then you are constantly calibrating you moves toward a desired outcome. Therefore inaction is the worse action to take in term of moving forward.
As long as there are feedback in a form of effort and result, we are progressing towards a worthy ideal. The journey is already a journey towards success. You don't have to wait until you reach the end before you decide whether you are a success or a failure.
This is very much the concept of airplane reaching a destination. Shortly after take off, at a certain height the pilot normally set it to autopilot. The plane will then go on a tangent. It will be like that for a while. However based on feedback, the pilot will calibrate the plane so it will eventually get to where it's going.
In that sense, I had set the cruise control to autopilot. The destination is KBOOOM 2041. For whatever reason that particular day I had this compulsion of going deep inside the forest of Bukit Kiara and there I buried my "time bomb" for KBOOOM 2041 to happen. I didn't know the repercussion then, I just do. I acted pretty much like a servomechanism. All I know was I turn 7 times clockwise and 7 times counter clockwise to activate the "bomb".
Much later, this video came about:
Only then I understood what I was doing. Until then I was a Clockwork Orange.
So the year was finalized in 2016 when I was 52 years old. 52+25=77. 5+2:2+5=7:7. It is 2041 (a 7) when I am 77. The exact day is Sunday 7/4/2041 (a 747: obedient forever obedient) in the year of the Fire Rooster as confirmed on Pi Day March 14, 2018. The day Stephen Hawking died and the day Lizzie's 8 years old laptop crashed. It was a Ramadan. I didn't fast that day. So I looked high and low for a restaurant that served non pork food in the neighborhood where we bought the new laptop; pretty much a Chinatown.
I ended eating at this Taiwanese shop that sells fried chicken cooked in lard (by the definition in the Quran that is permissible). I was served with this plate and the bill was RM9.10, a 10 and a 1.
Well, that's my story. Whether you believe or don't believe, it happened to me. It is part of my feedback mechanism. I just march to the beat of the drum.
Gotta go, I'm already late for tennis.
Later baby...
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29/4/19
Hi Chedet,
This is perhaps the most radical posting I ever send to you. However if you suspend your judgment and accept is as part of the Path set for me, then those things are just clouds in the coffee:
The good news is, from now on it is a walk in the park for us both.
Sine cera,
SJ
MSC 0072
29/4/19
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