The Death of the Future

I think TMNet needs to be deregistered for cheating my money. What I mean is, I'm freaking sick with connection speed and unstable connection. I pay RM66 a month for a "at best effort" speed. What "best effort"? If this is a stepping stone for them to move on to better technology, then I'm very sure they are stepping on the stone for too long...it is growing moss.

Singapore's SingTel is offering its users 10mbps connection for only S$68 per month for unlimited usage. Not to mention they are also offering a 25mbps connection for S$ 128 per month, also unlimite. Go click the link and they tell you about the goodness of high speed connectivity. Talking about high speed, this is high speed not some TMNet Streamyx Broadband. TMNet should rename it STEAMY X SLOW MO. I wouldn't mind paying double the fee for that kind of connection only if it is not provided by TMNet. If TMNet's infrastructures cannot accomodate the demand then they should freaking go get it upgraded...

TMNet, a GLC means Government's Lousiest Company! Give us better service since you monopolise the telco industry. GLC doesn't mean G....L...C...I can't think of anything good that has these initials. That's how bad it is. The country is better off without an underperforming company. TMNet earns alot but there is no choice for the consumers. Don't mention Maxis and Jaring being a competitor, they are only gathering the bread crumbs that TM doesn't need. I hope the government will take action. NO. The government better take action, if not we won't be able to load a single page of a website soon. Bloody lousy!

The Other Side of Easter Break

Easter break wasn't only spent trespassing the reservoir, going to the cemetery and doing nothing else. Here are some photos to prove that my short holiday was spent doing some rather good stuff. Although it could be better spent completing all my assignments, but I'm a JIT (just in time) person. Enjoy them...I stopped by Teluk Intan to drop off Cedric. Took the opportunity to capture the sight of the leaning tower of TI. Ate at a chicken rice shop which later I found out was a branch of Sitiawan's Hiong Kong chicken rice shop. Cedric needs to do some homework before he takes me around next time. =)Then I was back home. I saw this blooming Lily in my garden. It was probably the most beautiful thing there. Nothing impressive with the garden except the occasional blooming flowers.Then there was a sudden craze for wind mills. The tone and colour of the sky was just captivating and ofcourse the wind mill.Finally, never leave Sitiawan without trying the food. This is the ever famous cendol seller, James. Try his cendol and you will not want to eat others. There are more photos and little adventures that I embarked on but because my bowels do not forbid me to go on blogging, I shall stop here for now.....arggghhh...gtg!

Adventure of a kampung boy

Easter break...My brain slows down during holidays. Something I still can't overcome. Maybe reading would help elevate me from this problem. Maybe not because I don't like reading story books or books in general. I don't mind magazines. ZzZZZzzzz...I lack sleep because I chose to stay awake to watch the Barca v AC match and not taking naps in the afternoon.

I'm enjoying my break though.
My friend and I trespassed a reservoir out of town. The reason is simple. Take breathtaking pictures of the suburbs...enjoy the view while the breeze from the sea blow into our nostrils, pass through our hair and hear some voice. Hear some voice?! Yeah, it was freaky that we heard someone talking but we couldn't find anyone in the vicinity. Pretty scary huh? Oh, we had to pass by a cemetery before we could reach a narrow tarred road,
wide enough for a car to pass.

It lead us up to the reservoir, three quarters the height of the hill which I reckon would be at least 7-8 storeys high. The gate has always been lock, so the smarters yet the dumbess thing to do was climb over it. When we reached the reservoir, the wind was so so so awesome. It gives you the feeling as if you are standing on a cliff facing the sea while the wind blows into your face. Ofcourse there was no sea at the bottom but only lush green field. The grass seemed trimmed but it was wild. It was then that we heard a voice speaking in B.Melayu. All of a sudden, there was silence. My friend went to the back of the reservoir to search while I watched his back. We found no one. So, we proceeded to climb to the roof of the reservoir. Took a few shots and came back down and quickly left the place.














We didn't head home but instead went to a cemetery. Crazy. Yeah, that is what you would do to get a view of the town from another angle. This time we could see the whole of Sitiawan. It is big. So big that I would need a super wide angle lens to capture it. It is half the size of Singapore. 330+ sq km. It was fun...I would do it again.

Redemption Sacrifice

In German, it isn't called Good Friday, the name doesn't even reflect anything positive. Not a hint of joy. It is called Mourning Friday. This is definately a day to remember. Throughout history this day has been celebrated without fail. Be it in a joyous manner or not that is another issue. Has the gospel been watered down after thousands of years?

As far as I can recall, every Good Friday the sky turns dark and it rains exceptionally heavy. Like every past Good Fridays, this year's isn't spared from heavy down pour. It started becoming cloudy and dark this morning. The all mighty sun seems shadowed and unable to shine brightly. Clouds, in their gigantic stature adorn the sky. The sound of rain smashing the ground accompanied by the sound of thunder and flashes of lightning marks the rememberance of Jesus' suffering and purpose. Until the rain stops and the sky opens up, Easter remains anticipated.

A plan,
A plan to risk it all,
Your only begotten Son,
Who came not to rule,
Who came not to boast,
Who came not to oppress,
He came to love,
To heal and to forgive,
He came,
He paid a price,
The greatest price,
On the Cross of Calvary,
To redeem us from death,
To set us free,
To bring victory,
We may be called His children,
We do not deserve,
By His grace we live,
Redemption sacrifice.

Good Friday

Does the sky become extremely dark on this day?
Do you think it is pure conincedence that it becomes like this?
We will see if it changes...

SMCF C@mP 2006

The One Who Hears Us

In CG(cell group) two days ago, Sarah shared on Prayer. IT was an adaptation from Max Lucado's work. The essence of the sharing/teaching was that prayer isn't powerful but the one who hears our prayer is powerful. It makes me wonder more than usual how true this statement is. It is still difficult to for many to agree to this statement but I've come to terms with it. Yes, our prayers are not powerful at all. The words we utter are not powerful. Before any of my readers start rebutting, let me explain.

Our words are enough to destroy one's confidence, kill another and glorify others. Should we then be very careful when we speak? Definately. I'm learning how to talk to people using appropriate words all the time but sometimes the worst happens. Should we then be very careful with our words when we pray? Yes, no...errr dunno? I don't know how you pray. Many people have said that we don't need to use fancy words or bombastic ones. I agree but sometimes when I'm really in the mood to pray and intercede these words automatically come out. What should I do then? Nothing...just continue praying.

Prayer is something serious. It is fun too but not to be taken lightly. Sometimes we pray from a script if you know what I mean. Monday, Lord bless my family and friends...Tuesday, Lord bless my family and friends...Wednesday, Oh God, I praise You and glorify You. You are awesome, wonderful and to merciful. I pray that You will see to my parents' and my siblings needs. Help me share Your Good News to someone today. Give me the opportunity... Sometimes we are like that. More importantly, when we pray we honestly pray. Afterall, it is God that acts upon our prayers or even without us praying but remember this "ask and it shall be given". An honest prayer moves the hand of God. I've forgotten after becoming a Christian for so many years that my prayers, every one of them is heard by God.

I've been praying for my brother, James for some time. More often since he started work. He has to travel quite a distance to work where the road is windy and notorious for accidents. I received a phone call from my dad early yesterday morning informing me that James met an accident. Thank God, he did not sustain any serious injuries. He cut his lips, tongue and I guess some bruises. The car was badly damaged. The air-conditioning unit was damaged, the steering rack was broken, the front end of the car was damage badly, the chasis was bend which caused the roof of the car to cave in a little and the tyre blew. According to the tow-truck driver, if my brother wasn't wearing a seat belt, his head would have gone through the windscreen. I suddenly realised how God is working in my family. The prayers that we pray to cover each other has been effective although at times I feel as if it is scripted. No matter how I feel, how I feel not to pray or how busy I am, a prayer is still a prayer and God is listening. My words in my prayer were not powerful, plain simplicity but the power of the One that hears is beyond comprehension. Thank you Jesus. Hallelujah!

Jurisdiction...

Are municipal councils or city councils responsible for the morality of the people? This is my million dollar question. Sometime ago the case of a couple showing their affection in the KLCC park were charged in court for indecent behaviour by the Dewan Bandaraya Kuala Lumpur. It refered to its park by-laws to prosecute the couple. What constitutes to decency? It is purely a subjective matter.

I urged all local councils to focus their efforts and resources on conserving the environment, improving drainage systems, improving their system for efficiency and do what a council should. We humans are not the sampah, neither are we all sampah masyarakat. Although I recognise that many sampah masyarakat out there, the task of trnasforming ones' life lies not in the hands of the local council. It lies more appropriately in the hands of their parents, spiritual leaders and educators. Local councils have more important things to do than to create bad PR for themselves.

Back to work DBKL and the others out there. Look within for sampah first not without. Clean your acts. Stop the We-are-on-a-mission-for-god mentality. If you believe in a God, you know what morality is. After all we are all subject to judgement from God not some local councils.

Link to Public hugging/kissing actionable offence?

More pics...

More pics have been posted on my photoblog, accesible at www.see-not.blogspot.com.
While this blog is used for expression of my thoughts through words, the other is for you to view the world through my eyes. Hope you will find the pictures interesting. I will try not to distort the pictures or in other words edit it, so that the originality of the pictures are maintained. The latest pictures may be a little lower in quality due to settings in the camera. I realised my camera has alot of limitations compared to DSLRs. So if any of you have any cameras to suggest, please do so. I'm planning on getting another camera soon. =) Barely had this camera for a month. Hmmm...perfectionism isn't kind to the pocket. I need an affordable DSLR that is near perfect. Anyway, enjoy the pictures.

English...1,2,3

Let's face it - English is a ridiculous language.

There is no egg in eggplant, nor ham in a hamburger; neither apple nor pine in a pineapple.

English muffins weren't invented in England, nor French fries in France.

Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are meat.

We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig. And why is it that bakers bake, but grocers don't groce?

If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of
Booth - beeth?

One goose, 2 geese...So one moose, 2 meese?
One index, 2 indices?
If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?

Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.

In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?

We ship by truck and send cargo by ship?
Have noses that run and feet that smell?
How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which Your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on.

English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race (which, of course, isn't a race at all).

That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.

And finally, how about when you want to shut down your computer you have to hit "START".

The Root of your Problems is Condemnation

but

It is written in Romans 8:1-2;

Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit of life set me free from the law of sin and death.

Reaching Young People for God

Today's sermon moved me to tears. It has been some time since the last time I was so strongly moved by a sermon in church. I was also the first time I was really moved in a year, to tears that is. Pastor Foo talked about the burgeoning problem of the lask of attention given to the youths of today. The seclusion of youths from the plans and implemented plans of the church today poses a great risk of monumentalising the church. Senior Pastor Daniel Ho spoke in a recorded video shootage regarding the lack of focus in this area that would result in the next generation in church becoming a monument. Not that this monument would glorify God in any way. It is an eye sore. Maybe more than that, a heart ache fueled by disappointments.

Powerful was the message, more powerful is the source. I believe this message challenging many of us was from God. Maybe I should use 'is' instead of 'was' to represent a perpetual message from God to all. Present and not the past. Put aside the prophesies that people speak off regarding the youths as the ignition for revival. I undoubtly think that prayer and commitment to God would ignite the fire for revival. Ofcourse, passion, love, obedience and faith all play a major role in bringing about revival. Discipline has always been the primary obstacle. Many a time we are distracted by our surroundings. Luke 12:54-56 talks about the cross hair focusing on the wrong target. Many of us get excited when the tsunami happened, when earthquakes shook the earth but we do not see what lies ahead in times to come. Are all this natural disasters more important that the plans that God have? God seeks us, His hands to do His work not that He can't do it but He wants us as heirs and co-heirs with Christ to share this significant events. In order that we may share a dream and live in a reality of achieving dreams that God has dreamt. Dreaming a dream that is attainable will save us the disappointments that would discourage us to press on for the goal that lies ahead.

Friends, if you are still reading this, continue reading. I would like to challenge you in all your capacity to press on in your studies, pursuing true friendships, pursuing godliness, seeking for a purpose in life and other things which are beneficial. Of all this, I believe purpose in life is most important. Having purpose means knowing your direction, having the end in mind constitutes to you being able to share the dreams that God has. Your allowance would render the dream a reality. Keep dreaming, keep realising.

About the tire

Never in my entire history of flat tires have I seen this happening. Went to the tire shop. The guy tried so long to remove the object that was lodged in the tire. Twist, turn and pull. Failure. So he called his someone else. The new guy managed to pull it out a little after trying for sometime. It wasn't a nail neither was it a screw. It was a freaking SCREWDRIVER. How on earth that puncture my tire and the blunt part went in first not the sharp part. That's all about the punctured tire. Still can't believe the freaking screwdriver can go in.