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 go

it’s all gone now
and there’s no more turning back
there’s nothing left but painful regrets

have i been a sore sight
always the one to dissapoint
at best i’m just your brightest night

i’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

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!

(more…)

GC-1101 - Brain Food

GC-1102 - Heartless

GC-1103 - Sleeping With The Fishes

GC-1104 -Blind Love

GC-1105 - Eternal Love

GC-1201 - Twisted womb

GC-1202 - Machine Inside

GC-1203 - Guitar Teddy

GC-1204 - Hollow Man

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.

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.