Tuesday, May 30, 2006

long time didn't write in my blog...high time for me to write or else Steph will come belasah me

Nothing much happened last week. Pratical tests were quite easy except for bio *duh*. Of all things, we were needed to apply Chi Square Test for the investigation part in bio. I didn't know it was Chi Squared so I applied correlation test. No wonder I was feeling a bit weird when I used the correlation test.

Oh yea...I met Michael Ngu during one of the church meetings. He's studying in IMU now and he still remembers Stephanie. I didn't know it was him coz I can't remember how he look like. He said that Esther looks like Stephanie but I don't look like *grrr* Anyway, he isn't the first one who said that. He's quite a friendly guy. He said that he applied to UK universities before but didn't get any. Too bad. Funny when I come to think of it, last time when I was studying in Chung Hua, I never talked to Michael, only when I stay in Bukit Jalil, I talked to him.

Monday, May 15, 2006

There is a kind of people which i utterly dislike most...

Taxi drivers.

Grrr...they could drive you up the wall...

Case 1:
Location: Subang Carrefour
Esther and I wanted to go to Julee's house to get the chocs Steph gave us. There wasn't any problem finding a taxi as there were many taxis waiting outside the KTM station.

Janice: ada guna meter tak?
taxi man: ada...pergi mana?
Janice: tempat ini ( I showed him the address)
taxi mana: RM10

wah...this man wanted to eat my money under broad daylight. I immediately stormed off. SO teruk these people, you think i don't know anything hah...want to eat my money...so Esther and I just walked off, we didn't even bother to turn back to that taxi man. The taxi man, realising that he couldn't cheat our money, quickly said, 'ok, ok RM8.' But we still continued walking. Fortunately we continued walking, we managed to find another taxi man who charged us 'reasonably' at RM5 without meter, still quite expensive though.

Case 2:
Location: Subang Carrefour (happened on the same day)
It was rather late at night so Esther and I decided to use a taxi back. So we approached a taxi driver in front of a tree in front of Subang Carrefour.
Janice: ada guna meter tak?
Taxi driver: (didn't say anything) pergi mana?
Janice: Bukit Jalil.
Taxi driver: Rm30.

This taxi driver is even worse. Try to cheat me into paying RM30 to Bukit Jalil. You think I'm going to KLIA or what?
Then the taxi driver went on saying

Taxi driver: Memang begini harga ini. Pergi Bukit Jalil perlu lalu tol RM5. Kemudian di sana, tentu saya tidak akan dapat customer, saya akan balik sini, jadi perly bayar tol Rm5 lagi. Jadi, kamu tengok saya perlu bayar tol RM10.

I was quite mad at that time but didn't show out. I would have shouted at him but didn't. You think I bodohkah? See me and Esther innocent looking, dunno anything one...Where got toll so expensive? unless I'm going Seremban or something...From what I know, the toll to Bukit Jalil is only Rm1.00 for normal cars and for taxis, it's half price,ie Rm0.50. So terrible these people.

Case 3:
I thought this taxi driver wanted to cheat my money coz he charged Rm1 for the car boot(it's actually normal for taxi driver to charge RM1 for boot). But that wasn't the reason I got angry with him...
Location: Sri Petaling Carrefour
The first impression the taxi driver gave me wasn't that good. When we managed to halt the taxi and he got out from the car to help us put the shoppings in the boot, he started rummaging though our plastic bags. 'Ada beli daging tak?' he asked. He didn't wait for us to answer, but instead helped himself with the plastic bags. I said got, then he said the daging cannot put into the boot and must put on the 'kaki' or else 'nanti kereta saya jadi basah and busuk'.

I thought he would only say it once but instead, when we got into the car, he started looking thought our plastic bags on our laps. 'mana daging itu?' he asked. He kept asking, and I was a bit sien so didn't bother to answer him. In the end, I saw him still looking at our plastic bags so I said 'sini'..I could have shouted but didn't. Then he started saying the same thing again...grrr....he said the taxi bukan disewa punya, dia punya...he on pencen...bla bla bla..then he said very proudly he's from the koperasi tentera in Melaka. Silly. Who cares you are from koperasi or not...you are taxi driver now. Then he started talking about the daging again. And what infuriariated me more was that at the red traffic light, he actually looked back and make sure the 'daging' is still on my lap. If he's so scared that i put the meat on his kereta, why don't i just put the daging on his lap then he can drive without having to worry so much. Because I was sitting on my purse at that time, so I'd to change my sitting position a bit so as to retrive my purse. So during that process, I kinda made quite a lot of 'plastic' noise. Then the stupid taxi driver said,' ah, ah...saya ada dengar suatu, jangan letak daging pada kereta saya.' I tell you, I could feel my blood boiling inside me. The more he repeating something, the more rebellous i become. I don't really like being told many times, some more being told rudely. Grrr...

Anyway, finally we reached the condo. I wasn't really happy at him. and when Irene (esther's friend0 asked him how much, he said RM4.50. I was shocked coz I didn't know he included the boot money...my anger somehow exploded, 'mengapa Rm4.50, bukan Rm3.50 kah?' I asked. I nearly said 'kamu ini tipu orang' but didn't..haha...Irene quickly shove RM0.50 into his hands seeing that I've already given him RM4. If she didn't do that, I would have refused to give the boot money to the taxi driver.

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Value of time

I found this while reading my small book which contains some quotes which I copied during my sec school. Thought I would like to share this with you

To realise the value of one Year
Ask a student who failed his or her AP exams

To realise the value of one Month,
Ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.

To realise the value of one Week,
Ask an editor of a weekly magazine.

To realise the value of one Day,
Ask a daily wage labourer who has six kids to feed.

To realise the value of one Hour,
Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.

To realise the value of one minute,
Ask a person who missed his train.

To realise the value of one second,
Ask the person who survived an accident.

To realise the value of one millisecond,
Ask the person who won a silver medal in the Olympics.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

went to DUMC after like 4 months(?). Before that I was attending a chinese church in Sri Petaling.

Pastor Daniel was preaching about the mission work. He quoted a bible verse:

'The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few'. (Matt 9:37)

Oh yes, how true it is to know that there are many people out there who hunger for God but no one has ever reached out to them.

Therefore we must 'ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field.'(Luke 10:2)

I feel sad while reading through one of my friends' blog. She and her family got involved in an accident while holidaying in Australia. Her sister, unfortunately didn't survive. What made me sad is that her sister wasn't a christian.

We ourselves should grab every opportunity to deliver God's message to the unbelievers out there...but...How many times have we ignored that inner voice telling us to preach the gospel? How many times have we told God 'no time' in serving Him? How many times have we dethroned God by not putting Him as the centre of the world?

For me, it's countless times.

I tried telling the gospel to my one of my friends( in Chung Hua) before but never succeeded. Sigh. She is quite against christianity, saying that she will never be converted to becoming a christian. Pray that God will touch her heart and open her mind to accept Him someday. I'm still hoping for that day to happen.