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Hello everyone, I'am back again.

I bet you'ved missed me during my week of absence but thankfully for you i've managed to find some spare time sober and still have enough energy to write.

What has been happening with my life ?

Well I've been checking out some hawker stores near the border which serve excellent food and (more importantly) alcohol, going for hash, playing pool, chilling out (translation : drinking), going to parties and socializing alot. This month has also blessed me with a new pair of earbuds (Sony MDR EX71SL) for my iPod, a 2nd credit card, some new Giordano apparels from hongkong disneyland, secfive.org and the opportunity of meeting a few lovely girls. I just love december, every december is pure bliss.

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Hmmm i'am feeling disoriented now, there is a floating sensation - i think someone spiked my drink woooooooo~~~ the world is turning upside down. Oh man, zero gravity. The trance i'am listening is sending me to heaven~

Alright sorry, i'l continue properly now.
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It is another 22 hours to 2006 and it is one year that i'am really looking forward to. First there is the World Cup 2006, and 2nd i'am going overseas to study again. Another reason is that 2006 is a first step into the 3rd decade of my life, and so it is a year of virgin opportunities, of iniative and optimism, of new experiences and of meeting new people. I'am looking forward to it.

The first thing i'am going to do after the holiday season is to get my left ankle fixed, and go visit the education counsellor about university admissions. I've fixed my sights on a degree in urban planning and design and hopefully followed by a degree in architecture from University of Melbourne. I'am also thinking of getting australian permanent residency and moving my entire family over so Its gonna be awesome though mostly i'am just going to slave the next 3 or 4 years of my life in a 4 walled white washed room on a chair infront of a table with a book listening to trance and drinking tea, but something new is always something nice and I love new experiences and meeting new people. Thats what makes life worth living.

Out of random, here's a list of places i would want to visit in the next decade which is probably the most glorious decade in anyones life. In no particular order;

1. Goa, India
2. Ibiza, Spain
3. Zoukout, Singapore
4. New York, States
5. Shibuya, Japan

Heres what i'am looking forward to in the next decade.

1. Meeting my prospective life partner
2. Getting Filthy Rich
3. Sky Diving or Bungee Jumping
4. Owning a place of my own
5. Meeting new people

Awesome, a new year and a new chapter in my life. The old chapter ended suddenly but well enough. Life has never been so great. I hope your life is great too (: If not all you need is trance and some alcohol :)

P/S: Kudos to all the lovely people reading secfive.org also add me to your msns at sector5@gmail.com if you wanna say hi. Do identify yourself, i dont like to play guessing games :(

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With upcoming Christmas and New Year approaching, I wouldnt have enough time or be sober enough to be writing any interesting prose. But before i go off for my season of fun and games, here are some pictures of our trip in Kuala Lumpur in september this year.

On either a friday or saturday night, we went to a lebanese restaurant in some hip region of KL, so here i proudly present you the first picture of myself on secfive.org;

After that we went to Zouk;

And we got home half-dead pissed-drunk. But not before i took a picture of the resident DJ;

Fun :D
Thats all for now, Happy Holidays. Be Happy :)

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I arrived at foo's place at about 6:30am and started packing the stuff for the trip on his SUV. We went off after the other two - a couple, came. Foo was the designated driver, i was the navigator cum spare driver. The trip there took about an hour and a half and we had to explore the region abit and ask for directions. I took over driving about then and we finally arrived at longhouse probably belonging to iban locals. Incase your too lazy to click on that, heres a picture of them from wikipedia.

Interesting folks arent they. Of course the ones we saw werent like this, iban though they were, they were modernised folks who drove modern toyota and ford cars around and worked in typical 9 to 5 jobs. The next thing we noticed was a group of 3 men, and even more noticable was their black meter long automatic assault rifles, probably a carbine, that they carried. This immediately prompted me to wonder - as perhaps my peers too - why there were people dressed in uniforms with automatic assault rifles going into the same place that we were going looking for a beautiful waterfall. Foo suggested perhaps they were hunting pigs. But then dont people hunt pigs with shotguns or rifles ? and why do you need the military to hunt pigs ? Nevertheless we moved on.

At this moment i deplored the fact that i had not brought a camera along with me. I assure you my dear reader, the next time i go on an interesting obscure jungle hiking trip, i will.

As we proceeded through muddy ground in what was probably a maize field in my 2 month old nikes (now still incapacitated by mud and grime), we sprayed ourselves with insect repellent and insectiside which probably made us radioactive. As we followed the trail, we saw the various interesting flora and fauna only available in tropical rainforests such as these and the amazon and perhaps to most of the westerners reading this, available only in the discovery or natural geographic channels and journals. These amazing plants and animals deserve a special commentary and are too unique to simply ignore in any writing by a tourist of the tropical rainforests, a commentary which i am obliged to give.

Most noticable would perhaps be the huge buttress roots of the trees that held up a canopy of leaves and flora which effectively shielded the ground from sunlight and rendering it in a shade of perpetual dark green. Herein lies parasite paradise. And two main classes of creatures survive - parasite and host. On the trunks of trees, parasitic vines, ferns and mosses grew on the very plant that shields them from the scorching sun, trees of which also harboured various insects - butterflies, termites, ants and the such. For these trees, existence means to be fed upon, and i could think of no other living thing that is so noble.

More noticable to the less botanically inclined would be the scores of mosquitoes and flying bugs that followed and preyed on us. But having soaked ourself in insecticide and repellent we were nearly immune to these bugs. We saw a few exotic butterflies, moths and some colourful lizards but perhaps most interesting of it all would be the leeches. Wikipedia calls these borneo leeches and they resemble earthworms in shape but are smaller and brown in colour, Apparently they have two suckers and move in a slinky like fashion by attaching one end of the sucker to the hosts flesh and using it to propel the rest of the body forward in a wave like motion as shown in this diagram here.

Now why i am so interested in leeches all of a sudden and did research up on them would be later revealed further on in this article but let us continue on.

Apart from these parasites, there were also spiky and sharp barb wired like plants which gripped and tore the flesh. These were as thick as a guitar string and had sharp spikes lining up the stalks and protruded from the bushes as meter long natural barbed wires giving dotted lined cuts to unsuspecting trekkers. Huge big ants with angry red stingers were also present and these we avoided cautiously.

So we trekked in these poorly trailed jungles for about an hour and a half, and we finally reached the waterfall sometime around noon. We were quite disappointed as the waterfall wasnt as grand as we tought it was, it was just a rather simple though elegant waterfall with two conjoining parts, it was rather pretty but not grand. Here I climbed up to the waterfall through some slippery moss infested rocks and basked in the torrent. I felt very purified and it was about this time the girl on our trip got bitten by a leech on her back. Usually if your bitten you wouldnt know, but she was trying to scratch it and so the leech being agitated gripped harder. She described the experience as being hit by someone but she didnt bleed alot.

After exploring abit more we went back but somehow we took a wrong turn and ended up somewhere else instead. Wondering about, lost in the jungles for a while, we finally got back to the right trail and reached the SUV a shortwhile later. After around then we changed clothes and footwear, and after doing so, i realized that half my hand was smeared with blood and i did a body inspection and realized two snake-bite like puncture wounds near my hip region, one of which was bleeding profusely. I applied some tissue and changed back to my clean clothes and continued on the journey.

At this point it kept on bleeding until 5 or 6 tissue papers were soaked with blood and we decided to go to the local clinic. The male nurse there swabbed it with alcohol and then dressed it, after which for no apparent reason , he gave me an anti-tetanus shot. He then gave me some cream and painkillers and then discharged me from the clinic free of charge eventhough i am not a Bruneian citizen (although i've lived here for most of my life). We continued on with our journey and we decided that we were hungry and the snacks we had werent satisfying a meal enough, so we went up 16km to seria and had a plate of seria fried kueh teow which tasted... okay. At this point i've already bled enough blood to form a 20cm diameter spot on my shorts and when i realized it, the seat cushion of foo's car already had a 5cm diameter spot of blood on it, and i had to place my bath towel ontop of the front seat to soak up the blood.

By the time we almost reach foo's house, which was about 5 hours since i got bitten and started losing blood, I was feeling less concious and dizzy. So i sat around in foos house and had some sugared drink before i made my way home. By the time i reach home i saw that the blood finally coagulated and the bleeding stopped.

I took a bath and got dressed and went to work. Currently i'am helping out at one of my dad's shop working as some sort of assistant store manager, i'am unpaid but i cannot think of getting 'salary' from dad as appropriate being raised up the confucian way. So dad gives me 'allowance' which is roughly what i need to survive on everyday. This particular day, i am required at the shop from 6pm to 9:30pm. After work, foo and some of our friends came over to my house and we went for food after which we played DotA through the night till 6am, subsisting on coffee. We went off hunting for food together again at dawn and then finally went back to our respective homes for a well deserved rest after 24 hours of fun and games.

I just love saturdays.

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During these few months of November and December, I've had a plethora of horror dreams which I found immensely enjoyable. Now it occured to me at a young age when i was dreaming, that i was dreaming (reread this sentence if you dont get it) and subsequently I had the will to do whatever i wanted in my dreams. This revelation doesnt come everytime I dream, but definitely comes everytime i encounter something extra-ordinary or in this case, supernatural. And i would either assume the role of my hapless character, or choose to defy my dream's scripting.

The earliest dream experiences i can remember of myself realizing that i was dreaming was that when for some unknown reason i jumped off the 4th storey of a building near my school when i was 9 or 10. Interestingly i didnt die and i found the falling experience exhilirating, so i reclimbed the stairs back upto the 4th floor and kept on jumping until i woke up.

Now without further ado, i present to you My Entertaining Horror Dreams of november/december 2005.

Golems by the Roadside.
This dream starts with me driving up the hills in Subok, I tried playing around with google earth in hope of showing you what subok is , but i guess google isnt interested in Brunei, so subok is just a very hilly and curvy region in brunei with proper single laned (one to and one fro) roads. As i was driving in my Camry (4th Gen Vienta) up these hills, I saw the rough silhoutte of a person. At first i thought it was a ladyboy of which at dark nights many loiter around the streets of the capital but on closer examination i realized it was a creature of sorts, draped in black robes with the cape covering partially the face. As i drived past this thing, i noticed he had a red crackled face with spiteful black pupiless eyes and a very crooked mischiveous yet equally sinister smile, the texture of his face was that of granite uneven and rough and totally red. I gave no heed to it, and continued on my driving.

After another few minutes of driving, again i see such creatures, this time in a company of three, and they started waving at me for the sake of all that was pure. I drove past them again, with their grotesque faces and eyes fixated on me and then suddenly i realized the sheer absurdity of it all. I knew it then and there that i was dreaming but yet continued on my vehicular journey in my trapped alter-reality until i saw a pack of 5 such creatures. Finding myself filled with hate and malice for such vile creatures i drove my camry straight into them hoping if not to kill, atleast severely injure some of them but to my utter horror, my car started to slow down and finally came to stop. At this moment i wouldnt dare to think of what would happen to me as these creatures started circling my car and probably wondered who this crazed hit and run driver was and I willed myself to wake up and so I did. Feeling the broad range of human emotions on the baser spectrum made this dream really fun.

Reappearing Act
Now in this dream for some reason or the other , i was talking to 5 really pretty schoolgirls wearing sailor fuku uniforms in some dark opulent place which sort of resembled a void with transparent flooring so it would appear as though everyone was floating in space while they were really standing on glass. To the left of me i saw this rough vertical rectangle with light pouring forth from it and this resembled an entrance of sorts.

While i was chatting with the girls, i noticed from the corner of my eye, a figure with white drapes and long hair that covered her face - the typical asian female ghost - floating by at speed of perhaps 0.8m/s which was sort of fast considering that most asian ghosts dont usually move at all. Knowing instantly that this was another [insert expletive] dream, i chatted while maintaining my gaze on the floating spectre. The ghost would enter the entrance a few times and then suddenly appear from another area, moving in random linear directions everytime.

Suddenly, almost as though i expected it, the ghost appeared immediately infront of me, and i instictively hit it as hard as i could on its head. Now the normal response for any normal human when they see a floating spectre would be to run like hell, but of course the mischievous me couldnt resist the temptation to do something so daring in a dream - which is by far the most sensory rich experience we can ever hope to have apart from the reality we live in in our wakeful lives. If you ever wanted to know how smacking a ghost would feel like, the safest and most enriching experience would be to do it in a dream. And so I hit it. And to my shock and amazement, all the other 5 pretty school girls i was talking to suddenly turned into equal versions of the ghost in question. Now again i was like omg, and willed myself to be awake and yet again i found myself exhilirated with fun-filled horror overflowing me. Experiences you could never get from any movie or book or music.

The Paranoid Mother.
In this dream, i was a younger version of myself, but still conciously myself as of 2005 so i wasnt mumbling incoherently or doing stupid things like i used to do when i was young. Here it seems the dream starts off with me in observer mode, being some sort of a floating entity in third person view that observed the events prior to my own participation. I would think that this was the most interesting dream of all three. So here it goes.

I see a mother, rather pretty and reminiscent of the typical japanese mother but with a slightly crazed and paranoid look on her face. But then i guess i wouldnt have realized that had i not completed the dream, the expression of her first impression. And i see her befriending a cute dog of sorts, a brown little furry mutt and leading the animal home. After a while the scene shifts and i see that she is cooking some kind of stew in a huge cauldron adding to it globs of flesh which upon closer examination i realize are ripped off organs from the abdomen of the dog i saw earlier on. Then the scene shifts.

In the next scene, i'am back in first person mode and once again i see the same mother. This time befriending me instead (omg the horror!), but for some reason i realize not her ulterior motives and follow her home. The next scene again shows her cooking yet another vat of organ stew. This time i'am in third-person, observer mode again and i know that those organs probably belonged to me though this is only implied.

The scene shifts one final time and I see her bringing her vat of human and animal organ soup into a room with her ailing son and feeding him the concoction. Everything fades out after this.

In that particular dream, i wasnt aware of the state of reality i was in and didnt realize it was a dream until i woke up. This was probably one of the most macabre dreams i've ever had.

Now i suppose some people are never aware that they are ever in a dream until they wake up. But i'am not a psychologist and i dont really know about how other people dream apart from myself. I surmise that people who are not concious of their dream-states have a lack of willpower. Perhaps this quote will help:

... to have the Serenity to accept what cannot be changed, Courage to change what can be changed and Wisdom to know the difference - Serenity Prayer

I hope you enjoyed reading about my dreams. Do email me at sector5@gmail.com if you have any particularly interesting dreams to share :)

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When I was in form (secondary) two and i guess thats roughly equivalent to year 6 or 7, I was playing soccer along the secondary school corridor of my class which was in the second level about a storey high. Somehow i got a bottle of redbull and drank it and subsequently the ball fell off the corridor onto the ground below. Instictively perhaps due to a combination of both adrenaline and caffeine, i jumped off the corridor to fetch it. In my haste, i landed on the ground with only my left foot. The impact caused my left knee to shoot up to my left shoulder as i landed and bruised it. I stood up - still being high and realized my foot gave way.

So on I went without a cast for 2 months. Instead of a trip to the orthopedics, dad gave me a bottle of black traditional chinese medicine. I insisted on the orthopedics, but oh well, what value was a 14 year old's opinion to the egoistical mighty adults of which we now belong to. So i made do with the black chinese goo and my life went on.

Until...

I realized that everyday after the day i did streneous exercise involving heavy foot work (running, basketball, rope jumping), my ankle would hurt like michael jackson performing live infront of you grabbing his crotch and screaming (grab crotch = pain => scream, and still everyone wonders why he screams). Being the sentient and concerned being that I am, i read up on ankle sprains online. I would like to give you my own definition of high ankle sprain, but i believe the professional one by an MD is more relevant to some of my friends who are studying medicine and might find me incoherent.

A high ankle sprain injures the large ligament above the ankle that joins together the two bones of the lower leg. These two bones, the tibia (shin bone) and fibula, run from the knee down to the ankle. They are joined together by this ligament called the "syndesmosis" or "sydesmotic ligament." - Jonathan Cluett, M.D

And according to myself, the ligament above my ankle joining the tibia and the fibula hurts __every__fucking__time__ i play basketball or go hiking. Now i'am not a medical professional, and so i cannot diagnose myself. But the apparent treatment of high ankle sprains is either to cast up your leg for 6 weeks - which is fine and dandy - or to have surgery to insert a sysdesmotic screw into my fibula and tibia - which is OMFG!!

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Perhaps i will seek treatment during these few months of idling while waiting for my results and subsequently university. I've always wanted to try those cool walking sticks. I dont remember what they are called - the two aluminium sticks on which you prop yourself up by putting it to your armpit, but they appeal to the infantile-me. I'am also thinking of scantily clad nurses, but we all know that thats simply because i've been reading too much doujinshi. Note that i do not pride myself on reading too much manga or watching too much anime though given , i have read too much manga and watched too much anime but the defining difference is that i do not run around with a naruto metal plate or memorize the jitsu movements that they use or any other little detail.

Till then i'll let you guys know whats up with my left ankle if i do decide to do anything about it.

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Man what is wrong with these people.

One moment they are singing and asking the world 'Where is the love', next moment its all humps and lumps, breasts and Dolce and Gabgana, milk and cocoa puffs ?

Now before you jump to conclusions, I'am cool with either songs. I think My Humps is nice and i like the beats, the video and i'am alright with the sexually charged lyrics and dance movements. Likewise i'am cool with ''Where is the Love'', the music is good, lyrics are fine, It feels so like mother theresa but thats alright. What irks me the most is the dichotomy, the two sided faced quality of these two songs.

For the sake of comparison, here are some lyrics i've extracted from both songs.

-->WitL
Man, you gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all
-->versus MH
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
(yeap gravitate to the love of thy humps thyy humps thy humps..)

WitL
Father, Father, Father help us
Send us some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)
-->The love ? i think its here :
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and NaDonna
Karan, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin' fly
But I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
(yeap love is in the ass and dolce and gabbana)

WitL
People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek
vs MyHumps
What u gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
(can you hear the children crying :P ?
can you practice what you preach ?)

WitL
Most of us only care about money makin'
Selfishness got us followin' our wrong direction
Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Myhumps:
They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
(accompanied by 'negatve imagies' and 'wrong information by the media'
of course we all know that for blackeyedpeas its all about 'makin money')
~and~
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
(i dont have breasts, the mammary types, but you sure arent doing a good job
with yours to the children watching ur video. What would Father say)

WitL
Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema
Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness in equality
MYHUMPS!~
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.
(thats what happened to your values of humanity)

P/S : According to slang city mixing cocoa puffs and milk means to have sex.

Yeah thats that. Whew, what a buttload of backstabbing bullshit.

Marilyn Manson and Korn probably better credibility than they do. I mean you dont hear Marilyn Manson singing about Father or human values or crying children and asking the world where is the love. And i'am perfectly alright with all these rock and punk music, I've got Marilyn Manson, Korn's Greatest Hits and System of a Down's latest albums on my iPod along with Beethoven and Pacabel and Yo-Yo Ma's Classical Cello pieces along with some smooth Japanese love ballads with them angelic voices and i appreciate all these genres and artistes for they express a part of humanity. But for some band to act so self righteous and upright and bemoan to the world the state of it, then suddenly release something like My Humps, that to me, is simply absurd.

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Christmas is approaching but I dont remember much Christmas memories in my short, short 2o years of life. I've always wanted to see snow though on Christmas, as to me christmas associates strongly with snow. But then the only snow i've seen is in the snow factory thingy attraction cum thingy in Singapore and i cant remember what it was called for the life of me. Snow city ? snow factory ? whatever, not interested in artificial things.

Here in Brunei where I've been raised, the Christmas season is also the monsoon season and we get quite abit rainfall. Just today I went out for some walking around at the local malls and it rained. Half of me was totally drenched. Reminds me of the days when I used to cycle home in the rain, that was the best feeling ever - the adrenaline and the feel of rain pelting against your face just made it feel as though you were fighting for something really important - in this case getting home in the rain. Its interesting how much more alive we feel the more we believe we are doing something important. Ah, how purpose driven we are.

Another interesting experience of a rainy day was the time when i went hiking on a mountain trail with Lance in a weekly hash. So there I was running gaily through forests and jungle trek, with rainbows overhead and flowers and talking animals singing the sound of music and before i knew it i was lost. I tried vainly to move across the tall bladed grass (which cuts giving flesh wounds) and some deep marshy holes which u cant really see with all the thick vegetation covering it and also on which the ground gives way and you sink up to your knees if you arent careful enough. I wondered around for about an hour and i could see that the sun was starting to set. Somehow after a bit more while pandering around i found a father and son pair, father being some 45+ caucasian with his son, prolly a 6 or 7 year old kid. So along we went, me a 14 or 15 year old asian with some caucasian guy and his kid wandering through the most dense vegetation in the world. Man the amazon from what i've seen in TV doesnt even compare to the jungles of Brunei, Singaporean military servicemen actually come and train here and now i'am going through the same course without all the equipment and clothing. This might be an exaggeration but Che Guevera wouldnt have succedeed in his Cuban Revolution if Cuba had the vegetation we had over here. So anyways, we trekked around trying to find back our trail, somewhere around this point the Caucasian's kid grabbed onto a vine full of spikes. Now i'am not too sure how you can imagine a vine with spikes since we're all use to the smooth strong un-spiked vines that tarzan uses when he swings around in his disney movies, neither would i if i've never seen one, but i'am sure the kid's hands still have scars from when he grabbed onto the vine in attempt to pull his own weight up. Needless to say, his hands was bleedingly profusely and i was going like omg omg we're gonna die. We continued on having blood shed.

Anyway you must be wondering wheres the rain. So here comes the rain at about 6:30 PM just around when the sunsets and the 45+ year old caucasian whom i've now realized is a pilot of sorts is yelling directions till hes hoarse. I too was yelling, but mostly profanities :P, which i shall not disgrace thy pure ears with in this beautiful weblog. We've already climbed up to a mountain by then and we could see flickers of light and some shouting. I also vaguely remember seeing a chopper, but we were finally rescued by a team of Gurkhas (nepalase soldiers stationed in Brunei as defense) who tied us with rope onto eachother and led us through the dark forlorn decrepit Bruneian jungles.

Ever since then, i've been less adventurous and sticked to properly trekked mountain trails and have not participated in any hash.

Rain is good I like rain. It has been a stoic company through both hope and despair and is an embodiment of balance for which i so seek in life for without which, all things lack relevancy. Without despair there is no hope, and no light without darkness. And in between, harmony reigns.

And that is how i associate the Christmas season with, rain and peace of mind.

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It has always been a resolution of mine to own and manage my own website eversince I've gotten to know about the internet some odd 8 years ago.

Starting with free hosts and frontpage, I moved on to shell accounts and played with eggdrops then to flash using swish. During the last few years i also played with Windows Server 2003, installing on it II6.0, PHP and MySQL - running php applications like forums, galleries and content management systems and then finally to acquiring my own domain after acquiring credit cards.

Currently i'am experimenting with design and Cascading Style Sheets on secfive.org of which you are reading now.

For the sake of fun, heres another random picture from my collection

I'll let you guess what hes trying to say :)

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I'am still fleshing out and experimenting with the various features offered by my webhosts and playing around with movable type. secfive.org is blissfully fueling my nights along with trance and tea.

For with purpose comes meaning :D

So to keep you entertained, heres a picture of Foo for those who know him when he was in Form 4.

For those who dont know me, a proper introduction will be in due course in the following days/weeks. Stay tuned.

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