I was browsing around when something caught my eyes. Look at the picture below
Noticed something similar? Well.. Look more closer.
Wow, I never knew that that government is such a strong supporter of the open source application. Even they decide to use the logo of Joomla to be their own web logo.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Joomla
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
The breakthrough
Woo hoo... Yeah...
I woke up today and check my mail.
Then there is this message from blogger.com that captures my eyes.
Yeah... Finally finally... I have received the first comment ever on my blog.
My existence on the blogging world has finally been noticed by someone. There is a noble cyber citizen out there that acknowledge my tiny appearance.
The feeling is like:
-a baby who took the first small step
-a boy who scored straight A's on his exams
-a lover who have his confession accepted
-a man who made love for the first time
-a salesperson who sold his first product
-a mum who gave birth to her first cute little baby
-a Dad who is longing for the soft caress of the baby's hand
-a politician who has won his first seat ???
-a dying man who has his wish to be buried in the moon
Sob.. sob.. I'm really so touched. So to all my soon-to-be-readers out there, this is an achievement dedicated to all of you. Without you, this will not be happening. Without you this will not be possible.
I love you all.. Vote for me. Yeah..
I woke up today and check my mail.
Then there is this message from blogger.com that captures my eyes.
Yeah... Finally finally... I have received the first comment ever on my blog.
My existence on the blogging world has finally been noticed by someone. There is a noble cyber citizen out there that acknowledge my tiny appearance.
The feeling is like:
-a baby who took the first small step
-a boy who scored straight A's on his exams
-a lover who have his confession accepted
-a man who made love for the first time
-a salesperson who sold his first product
-a mum who gave birth to her first cute little baby
-a Dad who is longing for the soft caress of the baby's hand
-a politician who has won his first seat ???
-a dying man who has his wish to be buried in the moon
Sob.. sob.. I'm really so touched. So to all my soon-to-be-readers out there, this is an achievement dedicated to all of you. Without you, this will not be happening. Without you this will not be possible.
I love you all.. Vote for me. Yeah..
Monday, November 12, 2007
Adopt a Myvi
My Myvi is now available for adoption. I decided to make this tough decision cause I'm jobless for 4 months now. And soon, I'll have no money left to maintain my cute little baby. As to keep her "alive", I'm now putting her up for adoption.
Her daily meal cost me about RM15 (RM10 for fuel and RM5 for toll). If I need her to work harder, I'll even have to buy her a supper of extra RM10 of Petronas Primax 3 fuel. And once every 2 months, I have to send her for monthly checkup of RM120.
And sometime around next year, her meals will cost me more. Fuel prices will rise again. Toll price will rise again. And almost everything also is "rising"
Imagine that with no income, I can't feed her. And she'll starve to death in the shed. With no income, she can't contribute her daily donation of "toll money" which will go to the "development" of the country. With no money ..... ...... with no money.. ...... .. sob.. sob... Poor child.
It is time to show that we are a caring society. Right now, my Myvi is in need of your help. Let us lend a helping to a poor child.
p/s: I accept credit card, cheque, cash, paypal, fuel voucher, goldbar, or any item of value. Any donation should be at least RM500 and above. Donation of RM1000 and above stands to win a once in a lifetime special ride with my cute Myvi. For the highest contributor, I'll let you take a "hot" photo with my Myvi. You will also have the option to choose a cute name for her. For further information, please write me an email to info@adoptamyvi.com.my, or give me a call at 1-800-adopt-a-myvi. So call now, all operators are waiting.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Facial Cleanser and Love
How to Confess?
How far would a guy go to get his girl? Showering them with flowers and gifts? Girls nowadays might be demanding more than that. Credit cards, nice car and maybe a RM300 candle light dinner.
Haha.. That would come later. However, the first and most important thing is that you need to let the girl know that you have some "feeling" for her. Write a love letter and secretly insert the letter in her drawer? Or maybe some who are more courageous will make a face to face confessions. But how about those who are a bit timid?
Why not just make a video of you confessing then? Worst come to worst, you'll have this video circulating all over the internet. Haha.. At least you tried, right?
Well, maybe you might have some idea from the video clip below:
Haha... after watching this video I can't really help but keep on laughing until my head is throbbing. Yeah, I do bring back some "sweet" memories, the priceless memories that money can't buy. Yeah, I'm really really glad that I don't have to go to this extend to get my girl.
Haha.. That would come later. However, the first and most important thing is that you need to let the girl know that you have some "feeling" for her. Write a love letter and secretly insert the letter in her drawer? Or maybe some who are more courageous will make a face to face confessions. But how about those who are a bit timid?
Why not just make a video of you confessing then? Worst come to worst, you'll have this video circulating all over the internet. Haha.. At least you tried, right?
Well, maybe you might have some idea from the video clip below:
Haha... after watching this video I can't really help but keep on laughing until my head is throbbing. Yeah, I do bring back some "sweet" memories, the priceless memories that money can't buy. Yeah, I'm really really glad that I don't have to go to this extend to get my girl.
Introduction (Part 1)
Well, I guess it is a formality for us to introduce ourself, right? So below will be my humble presentation.
I'm from a family of four living in the northern region of Malaysia. Dad is a hawker and Mum does some sewing for a boutique. She makes beautiful dresses though but is only paid the very minimum of salary. My Bro is now studying in a private university in KL. Will due to finish his course in 4 years with a degree in Engineering.
Ok ok. Now coming back to me.
I grew up as a happy and energetic child. I was treated like a prince as I'm my grandma's first grandson. Things was very tough for my parent as for financial and some family issues at home. Dad do not have a stable job or any steady flow for income. Mum was a young naive lady in her early 20s who was suddenly "transformed" into a wife and mother. However, I might be too young to understand this and spend my days enjoying the beauty of lives.
I excel in my studies during my primary school. The school will award excellence student with trophies or book vouchers. I hardly took any books for revision and yet I took home many "souvenirs" during every prize giving ceremony. For most of my time, I indulged myself with video games and playing with the other kids from the "kampung". Haha.. I was very good in playing marbles and I do have my unique collection of marbles that others don't. I remember the times where I will be in the bathroom for hours, washing the marbles and polishing them one by one.
After 6 years of primary education in an all boys school, I continued my secondary education in a "mixed-gender" school. This is the time when I'm exposed to a new word in my life, "GIRLS". I suddenly felt that I was now in a totally new environment. Girls have some strange growth on their chest. They scream and giggle for no apparent reason. Walking around in their blue and white uniform, they emit a strange aura which causes uneasiness in me.
And...... ....... .......
I need to put on underwear now. Ahem, for your information... I was free and there is no need for me to constrain the growth of my "little birdie" in primary school. After all, everyone of my schoolmate have the same "equipment", maybe with some variations of tone colours. So it is not something shameful or taboo for me... But now, I need to cage my "little friend" and suffocating him in my tight underwear. Showing or accidental exposure of your "friend" to the girls are a no-no. And it makes us wonder what type of creatures that the girls are hiding under their blouses. Haha... Don't call me a pervert as all boys are very curious at this age. I bet the girls too are having the same thought in their head at that time.
This is the time when I changed. I'm not sure of the exact reason but I changed from a happy cheerful young boy to a quiet, timid and depressed young teenager. I can't blend into my environment well no matter how hard I tried. Thus, I isolate myself into my own world. I begin to push away new friends and the society. Most of my time is spend in front of computer, playing games. Mum will hit me with "rotan" but to me computer is the only friend that I can express myself.
The weird thing is that I'm still surfing high waves in my studies. While others are struggling hard to keep up, I'm getting good grades even though I put no effort in my studies. There are times when my nearest competitors will only managed to get 10-15% lower score than mine. For example, I'm scoring an overall score of 85% and my best classmates will only able to hit 70% - 75%.
I'm a bit popular with girls as of this reason. Girls will try to be my friends as they want me to help them in their studies. I shy away and will usually giving some lame excuses to avoid conversations with them. It's not because I'm arrogant or selfish. It's cause I'm really not comfortable talking to them, GIRLS. Don't ask me why cause I still can't understand the reason of my behaviour back then.
I went on to score an almost prefect score for my PMR. And I moved on to my next phase of my secondary school. Then the nightmare starts.
I'm in Form 4 when I took home the first "red mark" in my report book. At first I thought the the teacher is running out of blue ink but when I look clearly, my chemistry shows "20" marks. It is a "20/100" marks. Tears flows out of my eyes. This is the time when my "high surfing" days are ending. There are no longer good waves for me. And now I'm struggling and drowning in my own grades.
Dad exploded when I showed him my grades. Mum just kept her silence, with tears flowing down her cheeks. I went on to drown and barely kept myself afloat for my SPM. However, my grades is enough to give me the tickets to enter my Form 6 education. And once again, life takes a new turning.. A rather different turning..
To be continued ......
Next --> STPM and a love confession from a girl
I'm from a family of four living in the northern region of Malaysia. Dad is a hawker and Mum does some sewing for a boutique. She makes beautiful dresses though but is only paid the very minimum of salary. My Bro is now studying in a private university in KL. Will due to finish his course in 4 years with a degree in Engineering.
Ok ok. Now coming back to me.
I grew up as a happy and energetic child. I was treated like a prince as I'm my grandma's first grandson. Things was very tough for my parent as for financial and some family issues at home. Dad do not have a stable job or any steady flow for income. Mum was a young naive lady in her early 20s who was suddenly "transformed" into a wife and mother. However, I might be too young to understand this and spend my days enjoying the beauty of lives.
I excel in my studies during my primary school. The school will award excellence student with trophies or book vouchers. I hardly took any books for revision and yet I took home many "souvenirs" during every prize giving ceremony. For most of my time, I indulged myself with video games and playing with the other kids from the "kampung". Haha.. I was very good in playing marbles and I do have my unique collection of marbles that others don't. I remember the times where I will be in the bathroom for hours, washing the marbles and polishing them one by one.
After 6 years of primary education in an all boys school, I continued my secondary education in a "mixed-gender" school. This is the time when I'm exposed to a new word in my life, "GIRLS". I suddenly felt that I was now in a totally new environment. Girls have some strange growth on their chest. They scream and giggle for no apparent reason. Walking around in their blue and white uniform, they emit a strange aura which causes uneasiness in me.
And...... ....... .......
I need to put on underwear now. Ahem, for your information... I was free and there is no need for me to constrain the growth of my "little birdie" in primary school. After all, everyone of my schoolmate have the same "equipment", maybe with some variations of tone colours. So it is not something shameful or taboo for me... But now, I need to cage my "little friend" and suffocating him in my tight underwear. Showing or accidental exposure of your "friend" to the girls are a no-no. And it makes us wonder what type of creatures that the girls are hiding under their blouses. Haha... Don't call me a pervert as all boys are very curious at this age. I bet the girls too are having the same thought in their head at that time.
This is the time when I changed. I'm not sure of the exact reason but I changed from a happy cheerful young boy to a quiet, timid and depressed young teenager. I can't blend into my environment well no matter how hard I tried. Thus, I isolate myself into my own world. I begin to push away new friends and the society. Most of my time is spend in front of computer, playing games. Mum will hit me with "rotan" but to me computer is the only friend that I can express myself.
The weird thing is that I'm still surfing high waves in my studies. While others are struggling hard to keep up, I'm getting good grades even though I put no effort in my studies. There are times when my nearest competitors will only managed to get 10-15% lower score than mine. For example, I'm scoring an overall score of 85% and my best classmates will only able to hit 70% - 75%.
I'm a bit popular with girls as of this reason. Girls will try to be my friends as they want me to help them in their studies. I shy away and will usually giving some lame excuses to avoid conversations with them. It's not because I'm arrogant or selfish. It's cause I'm really not comfortable talking to them, GIRLS. Don't ask me why cause I still can't understand the reason of my behaviour back then.
I went on to score an almost prefect score for my PMR. And I moved on to my next phase of my secondary school. Then the nightmare starts.
I'm in Form 4 when I took home the first "red mark" in my report book. At first I thought the the teacher is running out of blue ink but when I look clearly, my chemistry shows "20" marks. It is a "20/100" marks. Tears flows out of my eyes. This is the time when my "high surfing" days are ending. There are no longer good waves for me. And now I'm struggling and drowning in my own grades.
Dad exploded when I showed him my grades. Mum just kept her silence, with tears flowing down her cheeks. I went on to drown and barely kept myself afloat for my SPM. However, my grades is enough to give me the tickets to enter my Form 6 education. And once again, life takes a new turning.. A rather different turning..
To be continued ......
Next --> STPM and a love confession from a girl
The Return of the Blog
Dear Readers,
Sorry that there was no updates for this blog for some time. Well, there are some hiccups here and there. But I'll try my best to put this aside and blog as much as possible.
So, below will be my resolution for this blog:
1. Just write whatever I am thinking - no correction and no saves as draft
2. Put up more photos or illustration to liven up this blog
3. Be consistent
4. Polish up my writing skill
5. Never be afraid to express my thoughts
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