I love my magazine subsciptions, like Newsweek, Autoweek and those IT and GEEKY stuff that we tend to get from the newsagent. Trouble is the newsagent’s prices are nowhere near these prices offered by Magazines Direct, as much as 90% off for Autoweek ( $24.95 compared to $250 retail!)

Even PC Magazine is offered for $34.97 compared to $109.78 for 22 retail issues. That is dirt cheap! And $10 for wired? TEN BUCKS MY FRIEND!!

That is a real deal!~

So head on down and give them a go, cos it’s worth it!With over 1300 magazines to choose from, you are given a 100% money back guarantee. They even ship to military bases at no extra charge!

Try it!

I have been akin to blog advertising since 1994, and back then, we use text links and such, and why now we make so much fuss??Back then, advertisers comprise of Amazon,Books.com,Microsoft who pays shares instead of cash (or barter trade). Now with advertising so much to the net, PPP just takes it another step forward. If Jeff Davis is so much a veteran in this, why not take it against Microsoft, Google, Commission Junction and so forth?
Heck, yes I did get paid more in those days with those programs,and we can pick and choose better than now,cos there are so many places to put our ads on.It’s comparing an egg to the full roaster if you get what I mean.

I dare stick my neck out for PPP and similar programs cos they bring the advertisers to the goodies, and in turn, they get sales, we get commissions too!

I think Jeff Davis is just sore he was not on the early bird of the bandwagon. That’s all to it, just like the times pple say Microsoft’s SBN (SiteBuilderNetwork) won’t take off. See now who’s laughing?! And Microsoft still pays the best in the advertising sector, crap or not.

So, if you go and write a post and without indicating you are sponsored, yes it’s wrong, but alot of times, there are clear indications of being sponsored itself being there… like the existance of banners and …ads

What a loser

Well, even though we are no longer friends, it breaks one heart when we hear someone we know fall to the malicious and vindictive enemy, a disease called Cancer.

My Grandfather died of Colorectal, Heart, Lungs and Stomach cancer. From a small growth in his stomach, it spread all the way to his Colon, Lungs and lastly even heart. The Agony and Pain I have to bear, seeing him squinching in Pain, despite the 10mg daily dose of morphine, and even me supplying him dangerous Ganja, to reduce the gastric pain effected by morphine. He succumed to the disease after fighting for four years, after doctors gave him 4 months.

Now, this person I knew,whom I loved before, and cared have fell to this. Colorectal cancer is the suspected diagnosis.This person who walked thru my life for six years, thru my pains and gains, happiness and sadness, and through out the treatment of my grandfather, seeing how he was in pain.

What is worse is that to spend your birthday in the hospital, in the Operating Theater.Getting opened up like a fishmonger disecting the insides of a fish, like in the market. She went thru alot of pain with me, and without a family. What can I say. I am not wanted, and the distance is far.
Though I am still in pain, all I can hand out is a thoughtful prayer, deep inside, honest to God, so Allah can provide her with Sakinah, Hasanah and let her be poor of Azab.I saw many of my friends fall to this disease, though not as much affected as someone whom you called a lover. Though that was the past, and my present to look thru the day, A tribute to this friend, and in prayers we need today.And if He Commands that she be returned, Let her be returned in Iman, with all those loving her, carrying her on the last Journey.

Ya Allah, Bless us all for we have sinned. Ya Allah, Provide us with Good health, for everything You do, is for something Good. Ya Allah, should you take us back, let us return in Faith, and with our loved ones, for we are just your humble servants,For nothing will happen till You Commanded It.

Bless us all, dear God Al-Mighty.

True to my Heart.

Azrin

I received a business card from Astro, while browsing through some items over at Tesco’s Penang couple of days back. Looking at it, it pretty much look like other business cards out there. Simple, with usual informations : name, work specs, address and contact number.

I don’t use business cards. Why? I don’t work directly with consumers, ditto not needing business cards. So I never bothered getting one done. But that does not mean that I would turn away an opportunity for free business cards, now would I? Should I turn away free business cards offers, now that would make me quite ignorant, I say

I think it’s about time, I wear this.

A Yellow Ribbon. Breaking out of the second Prison. Helping one unlock themselves from the stigma, the social and the emotional prison that is holding them back.

Having done something wrong, something silly and got punished for it, is tormenting by itself. Especially when you have to serve time. Yes. I did time. For something really really stupid. Some, had rented their flat to a foreigner,who brought a friend, who is an overstayer, and the owner get severely punished. Like an 80-year-old illiterate grandmother. Some, even an actor, had two years, cos someone misused his identity card,and got cellphones, and bills…which he refuses to pay, since he did not apply for it. Contempt of court, they cried. Me, happy swiped my credit cards, and went over the limit…and forgotten to pay it. Yeah. OK. I was broke then too.

Serving time , is never easy. Counting the days. Things talking to you while in solitary. Driving you nuts! Having to sleep on just a tatami / padi woven mat, with no pillow whatsoever, and a thin piece of grey recycled cloth sheet they called a blanket. Having to sleep on the cold concrete floor, drinking out of the toilet bowl flush. I understood why, some, even graduates, return back to crime, cos society itself can’t handle or accept them.

I basicly defaulted on my fine. Had 5 months to think about, was it worth to sit in there or to pay the $50,000! Either way, I had to serve time. That silly. Only then will you know, who your friends are.

I’m sad,cos at that point of time, the family can’t take me back. My own doing. Thus, I left. The loneliness inside, wondering how am I going to carry on with life. Should I just jump off this 10 storey high ledge instead? I had a criminal record. I am just 12970. Another number.

I had God with me while I was inside. The Quran was my friend. A guide. At anytime, I can just read him. Understand what can be learnt. Yet, when I was out, I was trapped into further. I had no job, no education, no where to go. I had no roof even over my head.At that point, you can know who your friend is. I wanted to settle down, cool down. But no. I can’t even get a job being a cleaner.

The Yellow Ribbon Project, a charity operated by ex-offenders, try to rehabilitate back into the society. Society who doesn’t want us. Some, are even Iron Chefs.But all they can afford is to be an illegal hawker selling Popiah or Char Kuey Teow on the sidewalks of the MRT Station, running away at the sight of the Enviroment Agency Enforcement Officers, Policemen or even the Land Transport Authority. They don’t even want to issue these talented people a licence to operate a food stall, even when they were given the official certification while in Prison.

I am sad. Yet I can’t do any. Anything to help a fellow friend who fallen down. In desperation, anything goes, and alot, resort back to the life of crime, to get things by. So who is to blame? The society? The Perception? The Ex-Offender?

While I run my own small time business, it is barely enough to survive. And to be treated badly by your loved ones, tear us further apart. Running away, is not a solution.

At times, I wished I was dead. So I don’t be a burden anymore, to Society, and to those who might loved me. At least they mourn for a few days, shed a few tears, and that’s it.

You can make a cash donation to the fund.If you wish.

Another Day, another breath of life for me.
Thank You Allah for the Grace You have Blessed upon Me.
For I am just an ignorant servant.
Hoping, today is far better than Yesterday.

Salam and Praise to Allah Al-Mighty for allowing us to live to this New Year.
Bless and Grace of Him to us, so that we can go further.
Thanks and Praises to Lord of the Universe, for whom we Return.
Bless us all, Dear Lord, for you bestow on us,
On this very New Year.

Zulhijjah is gone, and regrets that we have left.
What is done, and has gone…leaves us in memories.
But forget not what it has taught us.
Otherwise, Our Repentance, is just another Memory.

Bless Us Dear Allah, The Merciful, The Compassionate.
For I have committed much sins to what you told me against.
For I have forgotten, and now I have returned,
Don’t let me let lost again, for I fear that I can’t find your Light again.
For You have shown me the Way,
To Happiness and Freedom, On Earth and Eternity
And should I deny myself once again, It won’t come so much free,
For I fear your Wrath, as what You have shown me Today.
Floods,Tsunamis,Earthquakes,Blizzards and Nature’s Wrath
Just to remind me, of what I need to do today.

For in Time Man is always in a Loss
Unless he plan and does what he planned,
and praises to Allah, and working hard,
For hope of Grace in Eternity.

Thank You Allah, For You have given me today.
Thank You for not letting me be a stray.
Thank You for holding me back from the whispers of Iblis
And Thank You Allah, for letting me live for another day.

This is my life.
This is my way
This is my Grace
For Today,Is a New Year , Hurray!

Salam and Sejahtera for Everyone,
Muslims, and All who believe in the Good.
This is a good day, Dua for the New Year.
Repent for what we have done,
For the fear that tomorrow don’t come,
For we know not what is to become,
Our life, Today.