December 2006 Entries
My girlfriend told me that my pet project is is getting to me more and more. She says I'm "starting to change". Now, without common sense, I would be confused on such a statement. But thank God for common sense, those kind of statements usually mean - "You're getting worse and the YOU need to get your head out from between your legs and wake up to REALITY". So you may ask yourself - What is this "pet project" that's she's talking about? It's the new Glacsy.com. The new site consists of 7 sites or "sub-sites" with 3 isolated databases (the main DB, GBN DB, and models DB). It's the biggest one-man project I've ever done and it's scheduled to launch this Spring 2007 around my 28th birthday (it's a birthday gift to myself for working too damn hard). She said that I can take my time (she's the CEO of her company) and just launch it in the summer. But as usual, I'm a stubborn bastard when it comes these kind of things (We're launching in Spring danmit). As she is my boss (in the house and at work), I don't think I have much of a choice (though I'm still going to try for Spring) but to release the new site this Summer 2007 (plus the new Transformers movie is coming out this Summer on 7/7/07). So I've decided that I'm going to not stress of the new site, take "my time", enjoy life a bit more, and enjoy this Christmas (I had to work through last Christmas so I owe it to her). Well, I hope everyone is enjoying holidays and having a great Christmas (I may be finally getting the new Microsoft Flight Simulator X this Christmas, but she hasn't officially told me yet).
Updated (1/2/2007):
I've got the new Microsoft Flight Simulator X game and it's freakin AWESOME!!!
I've decided to create a series of poems called "The Last Poem". Maybe someday I'll publish a book of poems with the same name. Either way, it's where you'll get a first-at-hand poems written directly to this blog. No pre-written, scripted, copied, or scanned poetry. Just direct blogging. So enjoy the new series. May last for as long as this blog exists and I breathe the air.
To know no one of yourself, the womb that created you.
Not to understand it's purpose, or any pleasurable emotion.
But know the one thing - knowledge of your existence, Why?
I look further around me, un-blinded by ones who are fortunate.
I once knew a life with love, compassion - family...
Has it come to past? Have I opened my eyes too far?
Am I just "make-believe"?
It's an ever-continuing struggle.
These mental thoughts that shred most men apart.
I look ahead and see great empires of Life's meaning.
It keeps me awake in the morning.
But our friend, our enemy at times, the Past.
Have I opened my eyes too far?
Reality catches you by the ankles, scares the hell out of you most times.
You move on, stuffing pain's best friend in a steel box.
You worship the future, hoping a better life there.
Then you realize, I'm alone...
- Now, Am I just make-believe?
- A Ray Linder Poem