Some people are afraid of the future. Afraid of the things they may not be. Growing old. Ratchedity. The monsters under their bed. Lost potential. Parties that they never got to attend. Broken things that they never got to fix. Lives that they might never get to live. I am not afraid of the future. The future is like that bus that is going to hit you that has already left the depot and is on its way. It is ordained by Christ himself. My bubble is in a world of hurt. Why fear the unknown? I fear the things I have survived, the experiences that I know, the lives I have already lived. I fear the monkeys. I fear the the buses that are well traveled. Jah alone can give I satisfaction, fill my heart with love.
There is always something to say. As long as the world keeps spinning around the burning sun there will be a reason to care. We are all crazy in our own way, why not be crazy together? Silly girl. Maybe prayer will help. Send you an angel. Get right, with Jesus. I got love for you baby, I do not have the tool to fix you. It has all been done before. We are who we are. Words are all we have. PYT, Billie Jean. In love with the coco. Life is nothing without passion, weirdos and missed buses.
It is hard for me to remember the person I used to be. I get glimpses now and then. I am reminded of moments in time. Sounds, smells, strings, a leaf rolling on the ground in the breeze at a bus stop in Mandeville. The buzz of an electronic door at Megamart. Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. The stage full of dollar bills. Red plum freshia.
Back in August 2014 I had the pleasure of going on a super awesome trip to Belize for a wedding. Get ready for a flood of Belize pictures now that I can upload photos in sets instead of just one at a time. lol.
I woke up early, roamed along the island until I came up on a breakfast shop. I ordered a BLT and pineapple juice for breakfast. Figuring that it would be the least likely to make me sick. At first it seem that I would have to wrap up half of it for lunch. Everything you order in Belize is double the serving you would get in Jamaica. Luckily I survived it and the eating was good.
Made a quick trip down to hellshire to see how far the beach has eroded. Bad enough that it is common practice to build permanent structures on the beach but I never understood why with all the progress we have made since independence we cannot seem to devise some sort of maintainable public sanitation system. Seriously its a mystery to me. hellshire Beach, Portmore, St. Catherine Jamaica.
‎I am still hacking at code.  I finished the admin screens thankfully, so now posts can be submitted, edited, approved and edited again if needs be.  Also other registered users will be able to access the admin screens.
Now I am editing the layout templates, all 50 of them‎. Over the period of time that this site has been up I have improved the template engine a little in other projects but did not port them back which makes this a painstaking process of find and replace. The templates used to contain print() statements but that messed with the control flow so later I changed to having the template parts "return" their data instead of pushing it to the output buffer.   So I am replacing strings, going through file by file, breaking and updating code as I go along. In some places I wish I had just used a common/shared template but alas I donot want to be implementing new features while I am refactoring lots of little files.
I should probably switch the entire codebase to wordpress or laravel but I would end up messing with dynamic routes which I already have in a bullshit free sitemap table from 12 years ago. Trying to hack them in to OOP space would certainly drive me up the wall and my productivity down the toilet. Even back then I was of the view that a web "page" is a child  ‎of a "website", why would I abstract the page into something else? A page has server side code, and a html template - 2 files.  The entire website has roughly 50 independent pages. The only thing they share are the common functions, database layer, template engine, and the current user.  On the flip side in other systems a page is a subset of an entire system of controllers and parts and plugins and crap. So any page you touch is like reaching into a bag of scorpions. ‎ Anyway I don't want to rant on and on about technical details and software architecture. I will probably write an article about it later. Sooner or later I had to get down into the old code.  ‎
JaysonX commented: YOLO... apparently didn't work.
"You need to say more than 2 cents. I suggest you employ the resources of a dictionary."
So lets try a lengthy dialogue of useless type and end on another term I'm still trying hard to forget, namely #onfleek. ... read 1 more
