what is apk?

what is apk?

Is APK?
APK is Android application package (Android Package). GER is generally use
d to store an application or program that will run on Android devices.
APK is basically a compressed file like a zip file, as it contains a collection of files. APK can be obtained through various methods, such as installing an application through the Play Store, download from a website and then you install it manually, or create and develop their own language largely based on Java.
If you have an APK file on your computer, and want to install it on your android, you can also run the command “adb install apkname.apk ‘to install applications via USB to your android device.
Introduction APK
APK existing or included with the ROM, but most of us know that we mean the application APK install the result of either android developer tools, games or other applications.
Apk file on android device in the directory / data / app / filename.apk. These directories are usually not accessible, to protect paid applications, with the exception ROM you have your android device ROOT. At rooted ROM, it is possible to copy the application to this folder manually by using the command ‘adb push’ or something. Once a file is in the directory / data / app, then the app is installed on the device.
In addition, it is also possible to install applications to the system partition of the device that you have root. This method has the advantage that the application can not be removed from the device, making it useful for security / anti-theft apps like WaveSecure and MobileDefense.
System applications are stored in / system / app. Applications in this folder is usually part of the Android operating system, and should not be altered or removed unless you know what you are doing.
For that we install APK files manually from our website or downloaded from the store play, in general, can be removed in many ways, among others:
Step work android application is started when the application is running or when we click (touch) our application on your android device. Once we click application, android system will first check the file AndroidManifest.xml in our project.
In the file, the system will search android <activity> element defined as a launcher, characterized by having the element with an attribute <category>
<category android:name=”android.intent.category.LAUNCHER” />
Once it is explained well in the concept of android applications are Java file, the file is a set of application logic android. Based on the information in AndroidManifest.xml, then this is the file that will be executed first when a user wants to run the application.
In addition there is also a class file that is a derived class of the class Activity. Class method will be called when the activity is to be run. That is, after the APK runs as desired, then the APK will give, xml file which will be used to display this activity is on file with the extension. Xml in a folder res / layout / in android application.
It is this file that governs the display, according to the parameters given to the method of running and displays.
In addition there is also the file that puts the display UI components (buttons, textview, etc.) in order according to the writing. As the name suggests, the view displayed directly written or a reference to a string variable in res / values ​​/ strings.xml. Add to Cart View detail

Bertungkus Lumus

Bertungkus Lumus

Bertungkus LumusShort Story: Martin Aleida
He leaves unfold out the window and let the wind go in the morning to meet freely. Be careful disingkapkannya white cloth that covered the laptop on a small table, which stood so close together as to kiss the lips window. After a while he was silent, looking worried, as if it were covered under the white cloth was just disastrous. He left his position, and then came back carrying a feather duster. Fabric cover and dust reveal her asleep on the computer that he kebutkan. Every day he is so, such a rite, for almost half a year lately.
New computer once it is used, that is, when his son, who came presented him, giving instructions how to work the latest devices. Since then, the computer was just lying on the table, in which he placed carefully and neatly.
One day she secretly laptop release valve. She was nervous to calm heart suddenly beating faster so visible keyboard section, which contains so many keys and signs and other clues, which he never really encountered during life. He reinforced his reluctance to fight against the machines with today's most revered, and encouraged her to try typing on it. He sighed. Pray. However, the pressure of the end of his fingers, a familiar-entak yanked over the typewriter keys, making each letter that appears on the monitor crammed jejal meaningless. He complained in. He immediately shut down the computer, unplug the wires him, and he scatter white linen shroud covering it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, make a leaf nearby window as if to share lamented.
This morning, after opening the window, she was pulled away. He looked out across the leaves starfruit, also cherry, while his eyes, which was wrapped in gray membrane, staring NANAP nameplate bearing the English Language Rainbow, black and yellow, that stood near the railing.
Rainbow, rainbow. He likes that word, because he never gives hope so inflated-though ultimately hope was gone and he creamed and despised by the power-on one organization that uses tools such as a rainbow curved shape as symbol. He also wants to write the name in the Indonesian language, but the market will be stronger. And he gave up.
Across the window sill, wind breaking December sprig of dried cherry. Fault leaves drifting across the mouth of the window and slip between women standing collar kebaya tacking. His eyes delouse among dry leaves fluttering outside. Not a leaf cherry and starfruit that claimed it was his eyes, but the letters on signboards. He frowned as he looked sharp black letters that menjentang. His heart was rolled grief. A gust of warm tears welled in pockmark sesuam nails. He saw the letters on the board that were falling one by one. For him, it is the last address that indicates that his business, which was more than twenty years, has hit a dead end, and whoever did not need it anymore. He wiped the tears with the end grains kebaya.
Andra is the last student who came to see him. Preceded Without further ado, a first year student's high school, with trembling hands, squat down holding her knee.
"Mom, I know I'll lose. I know, hard for me to find a course as here, the teachers as warm as Mother, "the girl stammered. "Language is a matter of feeling and heart, not a prop."
"Not. Never. I realize the world is changing so fast, makes me far behind. Believe me, you, will your friends, will find better. People as old as I was already useless. A computer is much more beneficial, "she said comforting. And he remembered when his son showed timetable, lesson plans, and reading materials decorated with colorful images, like a rainbow, gleaned from other courses. Here, the lesson papers appear with a blunt letter, ink fissure cracked, because carbon uneven.
"Dad wanted me to stop, move. He insists that relies completely on the course computer, and not in humans, "she said as she hugged her teacher again. "If it was up to me, I want to stay here. But ..., I'm sorry, Mom. "For the first time she felt the bitterness of parting. She sobbed made.
Two days ago, Karsih, Ambiya, and Kerton come together excused himself as he railed grouchy willingness of their parents. Previously, Tami, student pronunciation "r" was so perfect, sounded like rolling the tongue tip is almost touching the ceiling cavity of his mouth. Also Fajrul and Fatma. Anyway, all the students that ten people had come just to say goodbye.
Laptop can not do anything about it. Because the people who are behind berpatah-charcoal with age. He felt he had been born in a period of time that he did not want. The time it has taken her life expectancy. Not only the goals and expectations, as well as the glory of his body. So miserable life that he took, so that when there is a chance to get up, he was not at peace with time, but instead to wreak revenge on signs of progress. He insists still using manual typewriters. Sounds weird, sure, but for him that's loyalty.
So much getirnyakah times, until he had to say no on the achievement of civilization? Only he knows. Words can never be a mirror that fits for her life. Remember this story: End of October 1965, her husband, an activist, was sought by the army. Is the husband helped slaughter the generals in Jakarta, so she should be held hostage until he was caught later? She never meet with him again as he-who-are teachers.
Gudikan like a shameless whore and does not sell, Larsa shoes kicked ass, and he indented like garbage into a concentration-camp detention center suddenly mushroomed in the city following the bloody events in Jakarta. Asked by yelling, where her husband, she replied do not know. Master, why lie?! cried the army force. "I do not know, sir. We were married only a few months, why do I have to lie, "she said, making the soldier burning passion. Honesty ordained to any good teacher, always a lamp of her heart. However, in front of a bloodthirsty interrogators, also lives, it is just fishing recognition disaster. He was tortured, raped, to gain recognition, by God, it is impossible.
One day, a captain came to him. For someone who had severely tortured, officers attitude was outstanding. Our women's hair stroked. "You're not a PKI. You freed me. Come with me, "he said.
He was raised to the jeep, and dropped off at a house outside the city.
"Help me, only two of us here," cooed the captain. He began to wash the dirty clothes left the army was a mess under the bed. She also provides food for his master's majesty. When the injury torment he tanggungkan gradually recovered, the captain docked, seduce, and led him into the room, caressing her all-out, until the wolf incarnation officers chicken, slumped on top.
The days passed our women were nothing more than a slave free, the night he passed no more than a piece of meat stash. When she was pregnant and gave birth to a boy, the captain reported he moved across to the island, and will be back to pick her up. The words were just empty promises.
For a woman, the child born of her womb was never to be an illegitimate child. Only the man who delivered the vile bastard. Lumus Bertungkus raising her newborn baby with glory. She worked as a waitress at a clothing store. Before leaving for work, he is looking for extra income, selling cakes at school. Later that night, an hour or two items, a time to trade him at the base bandrek rickshaw. When he'd had enough capital to set up the course, he resigned from the store.
Once, while sitting peacefully on the faculty of English literature, he is the most brilliant student. If he is placed in the room, and asked to speak in English, people outside think that speaks it natively.
With the income from the course that he is raising his son to be human. Children bring happiness, but his eyes could not help her face. It was the man's eyes were constantly questioned by the forest-jungle him until he was already as old as now.
The gate creaked. Saadatun Alimah was a student last appeared and asked to stop. "Who the hell did it go?" The woman said to myself. Dijulurkannya head from the mouth of the window.
"Ma ...," playing spoiled. He sounds very familiar. His son, who had presented the laptop, entered carrying a large box, one small bit elongated. "Mama ..., this Ma, equipment in focus, there is also a screen, the silver screen is white! Look, Ma! Lessons to be more attractive, they say. Try it, Ma, "the voice of the young man cheerfully.
Women we meet it with passion. He pat his shoulder, embraced him, kissed him on the cheek, but not for the child brought it. During her modeling in focus, noting which wires should be plugged into the socket which, her heart cold as ice. If it will not hurt her feelings, she had gone away. However, children are all baby Mama, to whom they always give in, to hide her, because of love. His eyes listening to anything said to her son, but her thoughts fly somewhere.
He walked over and draped his hands were withered in both her sturdy shoulders. "I can not control all this. I'm old-fashioned. And you know, the last child has left, quit. Who else is going to teach? "He said.
"Ma, Mama had to try, I'll help. Try it, Ma, what's the harm in trying? "
"Ah ..."
The room was silent.
Our women that break the ice. She said, avoiding her gaze: "Look, do you see a business card that I slipped in grappling typewriter."
Were told to write to the machine stepped to the window, across the room. Holding the card, he was close to the mother's breast. "Who is this?"
Selayang, she visited her son's eyes. Just an overview. "You remember Lusiana, whose eyes resemble true with your eyes? A week ago, he came with his father to leave. Time will leave me, her father says, 'Who knows, one day my mother needed me, save this,' handing me the card. "
For some reason, she suddenly ducked his shoulder. There are also rose-up eyes from the floor, afraid bersitatap. He said firmly: "My blood is swishing, I went cold, shivering, when I saw my father's eyes Lusiana. Forehead! Oh ..., I'm sure, was he who got me, leaving me and you, we are both after him membuangbalaikan satisfied tasting. At that time, he was the captain. And if you read the card, he retired with the rank of general.
Silent. She never imagined it would flog his confession to his father to pursue any behind the world. Not for revenge, of course, just looking for recognition. Resentment may lose the contents, memories never fade.
The room silent. The typewriter sat quietly on one side, while on the other hand settles laptop silent. Cables milling. Dikuakkan gate sounded hurried. The young man leaves his mother's house, looking for the father, carrying a pair of eyeballs marker and a card ... *** Add to Cart View detail

In the village, No Fireflies

In the village, No Fireflies

In the village, No FirefliesShort Story: Koto IndrianHave you ever heard the history of a firefly? That's right, folks. He created the nail dead. Unnatural death, indeed. According to the story my grandmother, people are dying in fear and anxiety. The nails are removed while the person is still alive. Since it always comes fireflies at night to look for nails that never goes away.In the end my grandmother would not let me to catch fireflies. Just bring bad luck and misfortune alone, he said. Catch fireflies, means disrupting the homecoming nail dead. It could be, he added, children will be harassed him in a dream. And indeed, a few times I've been unable to sleep well made.As with other age fellows, I really like fireflies. Kerlipnya, like the sparkling eyes sometimes, occasionally turns wistful. Twinkle in her body seemed to want to talk much to me. I do not know what. At other times it was like looking at me with a feeling of emptiness. Is there a way home he asked?Just like Grandma's, beacons Buya - teachers, we - also prohibit catching fireflies. Buya forbade us, just because of sheer pity. Firefly is much more beautiful when she left to fly, then let it glow until morning, he added. No need to catch it, because-added Buya - fireflies are the directions for the other night creatures. Like a lighthouse in the ocean, like. Ah, still remember the voyage he occasionally had recounted to us - a male - while staying in the mosque at night.***I do not know why I was so happy to catch fireflies. When I got home the Koran, for example, when passing through the path on the edge of time, or when passing through a vast expanse of banana interspace at the end of the village - our surau is located far end of the village, a little bit on the edge of rice fields - hundreds of fireflies would always tease us all way home.When passing through that stretch of interspace bananas, will flow a lot of stories which of course would make a female friend squealing with fear. Not infrequently, once in a while - when the full moon shines brightly - and plug participate suluah extinguished. At such times we - the men - sneak into adulthood and learning opportunities. I immediately embraced Yuni, sweet girl who became seizure comrades. (Ah, why do likewise told me something that has been broken).***Are there any you really believe that the fireflies from the dead nail?I still like a firefly, quietly. Caught and put into the holster, plastic clothes are provided. I and my friends will compete to earn the most. And look kerlipnya in our bodies, Add to Cart View detail