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3/8/07 - Sorry I have been busy lately and haven't had much time to work on the site. I will try to upload some programs and put some more writing in here as soon as I get the chance. Be safe and have a great spring break everybody!

2/8/07 - Added "Dedications".

1/30/07 - Happy New Year!      I'm currently studying more about Interrupts.

12/17/06 - Added Common Windows Shortcuts to "My Programs".
Added programs DiskView.exe, AutoRuns.exe, TCPview.exe, and ZoomIt.exe. All of these programs by SysInternals.

The dawn of a new era shall arise within time. And soon all knowledge will be used in it's prime. One leader to hold, one leader to abide. If not protected by the shield, fall down and just cry. If you think you might be safe in this self-centered life; free flying high, like that of a kite. One day of destruction, one day of sure fate. If not protected by the sword, it shall be no debate. Give me a moment just to tell you a story. About the man whom was praised by our glory. One second called End, one second of destiny. If not protected by the armour, never realize the epiphany. Call for the angels, reach up for the sky. The new age is coming, right before our eyes. One last chance for Love, one final bow. If not protected by the knowledge, then your ending is now.

If love is a lost cause, why do we have feelings? If love is an emotion, doesn't that make it essential to life? If love is real, why do we doubt it? If love is true, why are there disputes... One might come to realize the essence of these questions. Are they important? Does it really matter if there is someone who is truly in love with you? The answers are numerous, irrelevant, and more so, inevitable. If love were to be compiled into data or statistics there would be numerous answers, emotions configured irrelevantly, and inevitable, irrational solutions. Maybe love isn't real. Maybe love isn't true. Maybe it has been artificially developed by our minds as a demand or need for attention. Seemingly enough, most people around me are in love and claim to have found their life partner. Some give and take, kiss and tell, love and then hate. How could one emotion have such life altering effects? Why would one emotion make you feel different than everybody else. Why would it complicate you; never compensating you with the desire of fulfillment. Having astray you from happiness, deprive you from joy, and deplete the intuition associated with any of your accomplishments. 'Twould be an awful voyage in the journey of life and the quest for destiny, if knowing the only thing that stood in your way was an emotion as simplex as Love.

Alas, again we find ourselves caught in the betweonum of life, love, and the complications of a second, filled to it’s brim with the perpetuating agony of immoral defeat. Today I feel as if I have lost a battle which has been as surreal like that of reality itself and a desperate attempt to regain hope, satisfaction, and the knowing of righteousness being restored to it’s once habitual state. Now I tend to hide geond my fears and relinquish thoughts of a former place and time I once held beinnan me. Maybe you cannot recover true love. Or, of that matter, anything once associated with the sensation of love.  If one has ever been so determined to accomplish a feat, why must some be portrayed in a manifestation of irreversibleness, destruction, and inhumanely the impression of a floccinaucinihilipilification. Nevertheless, I shall surpass these stages and continue my path, all the while competing to begeondan above the rest; I shall not quit.

If there ever was a word to describe... A word that I could write down to explain life and everything as I now know it as. As complicated and fast it all might be, this is no longer a tale of life, but a reign of wisdom, splashed down upon the trembling forces of power that has attempted to best me. Within these hands I hold the future of myself, people I associate with, the unborn generation, and those left to wonder for a light of solitude. Trapped in an ever-unstable mindset, the challenges and decisions before me are putrid with disgust and miserable with the feeling of loneliness portrayed in its finest hour. The darkness having clouded my judgment has left me undoubtedly in a place and time of which I despise having left myself subconsciously dealing with all the problems that lie ahead of me. Behold as I share my knowledge with the world! Alas, it will be the same world to sit and deny the truth, furthermore leading them astray from the righteous path, and into an oblivion of utter destruction. Have you ever felt like you didn't know exactly what to do? No matter what the problem is, there will always be a solution. Of course, perhaps the more difficult decisions we will face might be abstract; maybe even in another world.

And then there was despair. It seems once again I have found myself in the middle of what seems to be the life of joy, a future of brightness, and the heart of love, being crushed beyond exquisite boundaries. I have marked this as a day that shall vent through my thoughts for an excessive amount of time as the coming days pass. All of the matter in this world would never amount to the flow of an inexorable path I have laid before myself as I triumph with my might, yet I scoundle with mortality. The pure thoughts of a true love lie, quivering, shamelessly in the abandon dungeon I have placed aside as my personal sanctuary. I could never amount to those who hath been before me. But I know my will, I know my rights, I have the knowledge, the courage, and the flawless actions that precede my every move. Nobody will ever discourage an open mind or the heart of a soldier. Being true to my roots I can sense the presence of an unforgiving future. The pity of an antagonizing destiny is pursuing my thoughts more and more to that of the darkness. I will never be defeated. I lie relentless and moreover determined to conquer the obstacles and careless enemies which have been placed in my journey. I, Jarrad, will never give up on my quest for true righteousness, the love of one being to another, and the search for an ultimate light, undoubtedly signifying the end of another golden era in the story of life.

In the ancient temple, the one upheld by its prehistoric spirits, lies the realm of consciousness separated by fear and the anguish of self-destruction. Ground by the hammer of reality, this portal no longer serves as an information processor but more to that of an infinite space-time divider screaming, “Honor the artificial sentinels created to disrupt the current of time, reason, and the aptitude of all prevailing abilities!”

In the ancient mountain, covered to the peak with white snow, inscribed within is all the knowledge one would ever need to know. However, this place is no longer a necessity, as we all seem to understand… The morals, values, virtues, and price we place on life could never be worshiped or praised to the full potential they were meant to be.

To crucify a love, an eternal state of solitude, set ablaze by the embers of unrighteousness as it seeks the one in dismay… As I walk along the vesting shore, vanishing within my presence, hence forever more. A spirit of the great, one from above, commanding, commanding, his army of love. What shall I do in this stage of dilemma? Look to the highest, where the white water shimmers. Maybe one day this life will love, maybe one day thou shall fly with the doves. Mentally immobile, as it severs such a pity, creeping through your mind like those of the city. Weakness has plagued and destroyed our fair times, leaving you riddled like those in the rhymes. If time will tell let this be told! If telling of the times is your quest it has already been told.

Intimidated by those around me life has chosen to mock me in it's cruelest manor. Humiliated and suppressed by my lack of accomplishments knowledge could never serve a beneficiary in such a life. The once motivation is now a deprivation, swelling as if blessed with godspeed. To wander lonesome throughout eternity seems only to be one of the grave misfortunes cursed upon my name. The weakness has destroyed, the former side of me. In a spiraling depression is what’s become of me. The goals for which I have been striving, are lost, only to become resurrected again in a later life when my mind returns from the asylum.

Failing in a destitute of an unprecedented companionship, my relations with the once covenanted alteritation of self-esteem and worth has been banished like that of the unrighteousness. Quickly recapping events that may be used as an alias has shun an unredemptial downfall and left paralyzing the past along with all linguistic boundaries in it's path. I will now konkeive these perilous terestories as the darkness, the weakness, the failure, and sure destruction of all mankind lies within the future. Perceive the power, which retains inside, using your cognition it is burdened on you to decide.

Shall I sit back whilst thou reincarnate the ever living immortalistic hatred; accompanied by fear, untruthfulness, the well being of a sacrificial life, and unloving demented frustrations overwhelm me with it’s most divine plagues? Nay, a life lived to it’s fullest potential shall never be burdened with the demons of hatred as I cast them into a bottomless pit, falling ever-so fast to where the event horizon could not even serve as a savior. The king will look down upon my face, screaming in his rage as the flies turn to mold; but the king doesn’t perceive, what has yet to become pure. The ending of the days are seeping closer to our time, leaving you riddled like those in the rhymes. Those who hast shun me, failed to recognize me as one of this world, a price I could never bargain for has been dispatched upon their souls.

To what do I owe this inarguable depression? This overwhelming dimension of self-defiant loneliness. Sitting in the seat of despair, one step away from boundaries of insanity. Even the most purest of liquid, the most loving arms of warmth, shall never demise this dark shallowed shell of a love that once was. How much longer could it last? Will there ever be a light? Strung out from existence I still remain vigilant; the shadows of this past will diminish the hatred, sacrifice the untrue, and all but devour, the souls of my enemies whom hast caused this pain, leaving them demented and paralyzed by all means to an extent that even the deities would not waste a breath to save.

You see that bed? I sat on it, many years ago... I remember, the pictures, on the shelf. The years of torment lie within myself. Need I make a step, on down the road to a serenity, that feeds me with a calm. One tiny seed, just one small pebble of the love is in my palm. As I try my best I cannot regain, the demisefull unrequited love. To completely accept, all that is left, summed up to just one simple hug. Such a vigorous task, would be unjust for just one being to fill. As the sun sets, the tranquility drops, leaving me alone while I waste on this hill. Maybe one day I will return to the place, mentally, physically, spiritually, and emotionally to leave at peace my dreams. Never could I stop or moretheless slay, the demons of hate, for more than one day. To be free in a paradise, laying in waters of truthfulness as the falling rain splashes onto my face, washing away the worries and cleansing my body with one that is pure. Come my Love! I have the cure! Stand by me as I defeat the evil, as I sword the dragons, as I trample the apocalypse, and as I kiss you, the lips of immortality will embrace your solitude, filling the emptiness of your
heart as it once did mine. Awake my love, as we begin this new day, lead me on your path, forever taking me away.