Ruben Tan has severe brain damage after constantly hitting himself whenever he faces problems in his programming projects, and thus have a weird outlook on life which prevents him from being trapped in the surface of lies.
This blog is going to be shut down for good. I’m no good at blogging, but I thank the readers of this blog for reading it.This website is going to be converted into my corporate website, and I’ll be registering my own web domain sometime down the line.Stay tuned, and thank you.
Time is a very cruel thing. It moves on its own accord, and we are all subjected to its merciless march. And in life, there are many times when we feel that we’re running out of time.It’s always those promises that get hit the hardest. Those promises that never came to just because we ran out of time. Like a son hoping his father would see him in his full glory, or a lover that couldn’t seal the relationship in time before it all fell apart.
I wrote this song while I was playing a minor chord progression, and suddenly thought of the past. It somehow always felt that I was just one step away from the goal before everything fell apart around me. People who placed their hopes on me, people whom I made promises to.
I wrote the chorus first and was suddenly overwhelmed by emotions. “I’m sorry, I could not fly nor shine”, and immediately my eyes were teary. I don’t know if its because of the time, or because I’ve been bottling it up for so long, but this was the first song I wrote that I could not sing without choking on the lyrics. Of all the songs I’ve written, this one hit closest to my heart, and voiced out those feelings that I could not find words for all along.
And here I share with you the lyrics (will post the recording once I buy a mic), to this untitled song:
it’s all gone now
is there nothing more i can do
tell me how can i let it goit’s all gone now
and there’s no more turning back
there’s nothing left but painful regretshave i been a sore sight
always the one to dissapoint
at best i’m just your brightest nighti’m sorry, i can’t fly nor shine
i tried but i could not give you a better life
Yes I made a promise
but maybe now it’s too late
oh i’m sorry, i ran out of time
Yay! Project “platform”, for the uninitiated, is a PHP framework that I’m developing and after 3 weeks of research and trial-and-error, I’ve finally hit the first milestone!
Okay I know it’s not much, just a “hello world”, but this means the Router is DONE. Yes, that means more than 40% of the system is done! Now what’s left is an encrypted session service, database connectors, a template engine and a full blown state engine.
Happy coding!
Here’s a funny epiphany after reading so many UMNO politicians like Najib and His-macouhai-mudin fanning racism under the guise of nationalism.
Dreamwalker Zombies have invaded town!!!
GC-1101 - Brain Food
GC-1102 - Heartless
GC-1103 - Sleeping With The Fishes
GC-1104 -Blind Love
GC-1105 - Eternal Love
Dennis’ masterpieces’ samples are finally out. Here they are people, start drooling!
GC-1201 - Twisted womb
GC-1202 - Machine Inside
GC-1203 - Guitar Teddy
GC-1204 - Hollow Man
Finally got it! Looks cool eh? Hehe.
Samples are out for the sinned series!!! Pardon me for the bad lighting though.
Sorry for the blurness. It was taken on a cell camera.
The mezzanine area.
The bar and kitchen.
The stairs. Duh.
The ground floor conference room.
The main hall show room.
The mezzanine shot from ground floor.
It happened in a strange house. The top floors were old, worn and mostly exposed living quarters, while the ground floor was a convenience store. I was on the top floor and could see three shady looking characters approaching the store. Not thinking much about their motives, my dad asked me to bring him something and I went downstairs to fetch it.
When I got downstairs, the three guys reached the building and grabbed several fire extinguishers. Then they sprayed the windows with it, fogging them up. I went into panic mode and started scurrying around for weapons. At one point I grabbed an aerosol can, thinking of making a mini flamethrower, but decided against it.
I found the kitchenware section and immediately grabbed a 10-inch cutting knife on my right and grabbed a small hand shovel as well as a shorter knife on my left as backup, in case I lose my main weapon. It was then that one of the guy burst into the store.
He wore a green jacket and had dishevelled shoulder length hair, dirty and unwashed. He was surprised that I was putting up a fight, and upon seeing the “weapons” in my hands he drew out his own weapon, snarling “Sleeve, you know what it is? Sleeve!”
I steadied myself, and lurched at the guy, knife head leading. The man was obviously an experienced fighter, and before I knew it he slashed my left arm a couple of times, leaving shallow but vicious cuts upon the back of my hand.
I knew that I had to end it fast before the other two guys outside walked in. I threw the hand shovel on my left hand towards the guy, and when he was busy dodging it I charged forward with my left arm leading, sacrificing it for an opening.
And the plan worked.
He added two more slashes to my left, but before he could recover I drove the knife on my right into his chest. It didn’t go in deeply, but I knew at that moment that I’ve got him. A few grapples later and he ended face down on the ground struggling, with me riding on top. I then finished him off with a couple stabs in his back, holding him down until he stopped moving.
And that was when I woke up. It was just a dream.
But I can’t believe it - I actually killed somebody in my dreams. Granted, it was self protection, but I never knew I could have such vivid experiences in a dream. I even woke up feeling a slight tingle on the back of my left hand, where I suffered several slashes from the man’s sleeve knife/switchblade.