March 3rd, 2006» Open for hosting!

- 6:55 pm

After so long. Application for hosting is finally opened.

Yes, for free.

Features included are 50mb of webspace, personal FTP account, MySQL database, and POP3/forwarder Email. Quota are negotiable as long as they aren’t abused. Your site will be hosted under my other domain: wing-ed.org.

However, I’m not going to host just anybody. One needs to have moderate webdesigning skills and must know how to use FTP to be accepted. Most importantly, one must be able to type a proper application including introduction of oneself, description of website to be hosted and provide link(s) to active website(s) or screenshot(s) of sample website(s).

Read more about it here.

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March 3rd, 2006» Another Funeral

- 4:09 pm

I shall quote a sentence from the book, “How We Die” by Sherman B. Nuland. It says “Many poets, essayists, chroniclers, wags, and wise men write often about death but have rarely seen it.”

Well I havn’t witness death. Nevertheless, in a short span of less than 3 months, I’ve been to 2 funerals this year. The first was of my cousin, whom I’m closer to, who passed away after lying unconsciously in hospital for months due to some heart illness she had all along. The latter was of my fifth aunt’s husband, whom I was only told that he commited suicide.

Till today, I can still distinctly remember the first ever funeral I’ve been to, my grandmother’s in Malaysia, eventhough I was still very young(probably around 5 or 6 years old). I was crying badly despite the funeral being the only memory I had of my grandmother. My mother was tearing too. And, I remember trying to cheer my mother up while being overwhelmed by tears myself. Honestly, I had no idea why I was so upset then as I was never even closed to my grandmother. Perhaps, it’s the intensive mournful atmosphere that made me cried.

So, as I was saying, I was at the funeral of my fifth aunt’s husband just yesterday. It’s very different from my cousin’s. Everything was very solemn as it’s a christian funeral and I do feel rather uncomfortable to be there. I hope all would be fine for my aunt’s family soon.

By the way, while I’m there, I saw one of the maths tutors from my school at the funeral too. Soon, I found out that he knows my cousin. I did not greet him as he probably wouldn’t recognise me anyway.

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