Showing posts from May, 2004

Bypassing Bagan

Not much electricity lately. BaganNet has allowed its dial-up users the Internet access through tight firewall rules using DansGuardian content filtering software and squid proxy server. Many websites are still banned. is one of them.,, and almost all free web hosting services. Definitely The list goes on. Still people are figuring out how to bypass the firewall. I have seen local kids going to banned sites using proxy services even at the local Internet cafes. Free e-mails are banned but kids are figuring out how to use thousands of open free e-mail sites. Such as , , , and the list goes on. Kids are definitely catching up. Oh, no ssh, ftp access for its dial-up users yet. The price of the dial-up access has gone down from 48,000 Kyats to 28,000 Kyats. By the way, famous actor Lwin Moe from Burma has got his website up and running at Not to be con


While I was writing my diary, the electricity went out. So I was able to finish up to the picture of Taung Gyi. The electricity is not reliable these days. We have electricity every other night. Shortage of energy causes blackouts a lot. I was going to write about a failure of electrical power in my Aloha news, but then I couldn't because I couldn't use my computer without electricity. My school days in the States have spoiled me, and I didn't want to write with pen and paper. Blackout has caused me to update my diary intermittently.

The View from Nam San Yang Church, Northern Burma in Kachin State

It was cloudy outside. We were all sitting inside the Nam San Yang church. The speaker was preaching in a language that I didn't understand. The advantage of being in a worship service where you didn't understand the language was that you can let your mind wander. My mind was wandering, my eyes gazing at the clouds through the window behind the speaker, the mountains murmuring in a language that I could almost understand. My mind wandered back to the beginning. I didn't want to live in Yangon during summer. I traveled all over Burma during the last two months. Among many trips I took, Nam San Yang trip was very exciting. Here is how it all began. It was back in Rangoon. People were sleepy in front of the gate of Myanmar Railways. All of them were there to get in line for buying train tickets. It was about 9:00 PM and the night was still young. The ticket wouldn't go on sale until 6:00 AM. Yet people were overzealous. Brang Mai, a student of mine, and I went to