I still remember the days when still we have our little puppy. Yes, we did have one little dog that wife asked to name him, “Truggy”. Yes, it is the same name as my radio control racing truck. Well, if you have to have one close animal as your pet, you have to name him or her properly. So, therefore, the name truggy quite appropriate for this cute puppy.

Truggy was so dear to me because he is our first pet dog and getting him at his early age was the best decision I have made. That time my elder son Josh was only 2 years plus old. If you know my son, the fire breathing hyper kid that happened to stay in my house, is actually the best friend for my truggy dog. If you do not know about dog, well at their early age, they tend to be so active, same like my son. So, usually at around afternoon or near the 6pm mark, they tend to run races with each other. Usually, truggy beat him all the time and my son just run over him and tumbled together. Ha-ha. Luckily, my compound is filled with grass.

Those were the days where we do not have to send truggy for the dog training class. He was so attentive and could easily catch what the words we have shouted at him. However, if you are in doubt about your proper way of teaching your pet dog some lesson, please help yourself at perfectdogtraining.com. They have wonderful site with lots of information. I actually stole a few tips from them and it reflected at out truggy behaviour.
Anyway, back to truggy. You simply called him, “Truggy, come here!” With his ever non-stop waggling tail, running from behind the house and jumped on your chest. Yes, just like that. So imagine truggy jumped on Josh!! I have to catch both of them before they felled backward together. Ha-ha.

Sadly, those were old story. Truggy is now rest peacefully at the back of our house. We never know how Truggy died. We found him dead at the entrance gate one morning with yellowish liquid bubbles oozing from his mouth. This really broke our heart especially my son. He keeps on asking us where was Truggy and we never know how to answer him. Luckily, he stops asking after weeks passed by and he never did again until today.

Yes PapaJoneh Dot Com is running Wordpress 2.3.1 now. I hate errors. Especially the ones keep bugging or reminding me to upgrade. I am no techie person but I can go overboard on all this upgrading if time allowed.

Click this link to see the irritating reminder.
WP 2.3.1 update reminder 1, wp2.3.1 update reminder at footer.
You can ignore them of course

Upgrading wordpress using SSH is still the fastest and the most satisfying especially if you did it on your own. I have my own style too but that is not the point. Well, if you are not careful, the worst case scenario is your blog down. That’s all, no need to panic one After all, you will only learn after you fall down mah, right

So just click the above icon and follow the instructions and be thankful you have upgraded to the latest one. For me I hate error messages and I hate knowing if I do not upgrade, the security of my blog compromise (aisyeh, macam betul saja sia cakap tu ). hey, I am not kidding you know, there are over twenty bugs fixed just by installing this latest WP 2.3.1 release. As in our local dialect said, “Don’t play play!”

Age is catching up very fast and I almost cannot believe it that now I am a father to three boys. Three as in 3 in numeric, boys! I always fear that I won’t be able to see them grow till they marry and have their own family. I’m scared that I won’t be able to give them the best in life and most of all I fear I won’t be able to leave them any legacy even though my wife always says to let the children find their own as we did.

I know she meant well but I wanted my children to have a better life than we have. Well maybe I can’t give them land, houses or lots of money but I’m sure I can give them something. Something that is affordable to me. Well, let me worry about that later but what important now is for me to get my Family Insurance Plans.

Should I get the Whole Life Policies or the Money Back Life Insurance for my family? Suggestions anyone? Which one should I get?

PapaJoneh Dot Com is in maintenance mode again. Upgrading mode! Sorry for the long delay.

FAKE FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
REAL FRIENDS: is the reason you have no food.

FAKE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr / Mrs
REAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM

FAKE FRIENDS: bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong
REAL FRIENDS: Would sit next to you saying ‘Dawg … we screwed up… but that was fun!’

FAKE FRIENDS: never seen you cry
REAL FRIENDS: cry with you

FAKE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back
REAL FRIENDS: keep your stuff so long they forget it’s yours

FAKE FRIENDS: know a few things about you
REAL FRIENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you

FAKE FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing
REAL FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds butt that left you

FAKE FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door
REAL FRIENDS: Walk right in and say ‘I’M HOME!’

FAKE FRIENDS: Are for awhile
REAL FRIENDS: Are for life

FAKE FRIENDS: will talk bad to the person who talks bad about you.
REAL FRIENDS: Will knock the person out that talked bad about you

So people, my friends, are you fake or are you for real? Only you know this. Please share your thoughts on this matter. I found this topic so suitable in the blogging world.

Let us talk about the pen. Don’t you just hate it when you really need the pen, it is not there. However, when you are not looking for it, the pen is everywhere. Even in the toilet and I wonder for what. Pen in the kitchen, under the carpet, near your car gear shift and even in the dustbin. Ok, the one inside the dustbin probably because it should be there.

See, don’t you feel irritated when the pen is not around when you need it the most. One thing that surely make your pen available is just by attaching string to the pen and wrap around your neck or something. Good idea but not so practical. Alright, enough here. Stop before the sun rise or before the cock crow in the morning. The end of the pen story.

As I was flipping the newspaper this morning, I noted in the advertisement column which they called it Classified Advertisement (I remember my wife mentioned about this), houses, condominiums, apartments just to name a few were been put up either for sale or rent. This only mean one thing, our people are too rich that they owned more than one property. In addition, I noted that there is abundance of the real estate agents in town. They pop out like mushroom after the rain. (aikk, is that how they say it? ) and they are competing with one another.

Well, it is a good news too for those of you out there looking for a real estate agent to help you to sale your property, more choices. I do not know how good these agents are but if you all feel that, you wanted a real estate agent, who deals internationally, well check out this website www.gmacrealestate.com. A friend recommended it to me and who knows it might help you out.

Moreover, you all know that I am in a hurry, right. I have no time to check the dictionary or whatever necessary to create a great post. It is near 3am now. Gosh I am sleepy. As long as you understand, should be ok one

When you are not doing anything and life goes smoothly, you tend to remember things clearer. So, there was one incident happened not long ago. This happened during my wife confinement period. As you all know by now that we have no house cleaner to help us around the house, so everything also done by me including the cooking and washing.

So, one day (wink, like telling bedtime story I sounded), while I was cooking lunch for the family, my hand phone rang and it was from my brother. His car broke down not far from my place and needed my help. Luckily, I am almost done and he has not to wait too long for me.

I told my wife regarding the phone call and rush out. As I was reversing my car, I saw my wife waving and pointing something to me. I thought she was waving as she normally did, whenever I go out. I waved back to her and drove. Five minutes drive, I reached my brother’s broken car, just before the luyang traffic light. My brother looked at me in one weird look and asked me “Are you run out of clothes to wear? Then only I realized that moment that I was still wearing the apron!!! Yeah, biasalah (isn’ it obvious), we collect aprons like no other business and this was a true story. Duhh.