I did hongwei didi a template, which took me quite a while as I'm still new to the newer version of blogger. But it should be more Idiot-proof. And for the top obviously I did a hell lot of credits and references and thank-yous to those I chose to use as guides and that cute ponandzi picture.
I'm quite happy with the outcome, as the colour combination was good, just that i wished i could tweak the font styles more. And I have problems with the footer too.
Anyway, with all that html/javascript/css talk turned into layman terms, Dad told me to take up IT course and get a certificate for it. Even though I'm quite sure he doesn't know how much I have learnt on my own, to get that cert also equates to $. And I always have this problem of asking for some income (in goodwill).
And I'll soon try to change mine too. =]
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You know how sometimes when you get attached to something or someone, there will always be a part of them that you portray and bring along too? I wonder how much of my antics belongs to others.
For me, sometimes, when I realise it, I know that its something good or harmless brought forward. But its always intact with memories. For me, memories are meant to be appreciated. I appreciate memories that I can so far remember. Sometimes, I try to bring something forward for myself in order to remember memories. I try not to forget saying "Thank you for being here/coming/spending time with me" and though it may be taken lightly, those words are actually taken seriously by me.
For a second there, I felt as if everything was robbed away from me... Time and again.
I miss going out alone.
With my mind directing my body and people conversations are ignored immensely.
Do you, my friends, feel awkward with me if its just pure silence that's been spent for that day?
Don't be.
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