receive some cursing mail again. damn it, what kind of idiot those senders and makers are. what is your intention to do so ? jesting people ? making people afraid? or can you make money for this? if not , why send those meaningless e-mail? simply wasting internet resource ? and to those forwarder. what are yours reason? afraid of the curse so you keep continue forwarding and spread the curse to your friend? trying to make a joke ?
If you do believe it, why send to others? and let your friend suffer for it? if you do not believe in it , pointless to forwarding right? for those who only want to make a downstream joke. save your energy and time, go do charity , do something more meaningful stuff. stop wasting our country even the world internet resource now. although, a small email do not occupy many line speed. but together , this type rascal mail can spread very fast and terrible at nows day. when you get a lame speed connection to internet. you blame Tm net, you blame server provider, but you never blame yourself and your silly behavior. i am not asking you not to send e mail but ask you to send them wisely.
those meaningless context like "if you forward this to 5 -10 people , you get call from the people you love , if you do not you lose them". " if you do not send this to 10 or 15 people, you lose the people you love the most", " a girl were come and haunt you down" , "someone is looking behind you" blar, blar , balr.....
now, i know this would be a bit sensitive and overreact ,
but guess what ? some of them might work !!!
Damn it!!! one of those cursing mail i receive before it said if i do not forward it, i probably suffer of 10 year to 15 year for being no lover. and its seem like working now.
At last , what i want to say is.
If you do not spread this post by e-mail, blog, twitter, friendster, facebook..you would lose your lover, lose your stuff, lose your car lose your house , lose all your money and lose all your career, all your friend, all your family by randomly.
If you do send this post to at least 10-to 15 or even more to your friend, your family , others peoples., you still have to suffer the same thing.
thinking of i am devil?
Yes, i am.
But , my dear friend,
as we cannot live forever, since when and what had convince you make you believe you can hold those stuff and people forever?
at last, this one is really the last. appreciate people and stuff surround you, cause is a fate to lose when we get.
Still looking for what? i said last liao mah . haiyo~~ You arh !!!
i am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Whites Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
a routine morning ..i went to chong hoe coffee shop for packing up " Ba chui Mee " and my favorite ,daily beverage "Teh Ais" ... ...i do a jay chou's posture in initial D inside the car , when i was on the way to chong hoe ....after i pack my car...i walking inside chong hoe by a james bond style and heading to it's counter..when i pass first table in front ...i saw an old folk whispering himself...wondering is he either talking on the phone ? or he is a nut?i do not think much...ordering like what i do usually ...then i standing beside the booth of Ba Chui Mee..waiting for my breakfast...
my mind recall of that old folk...to find out the truth..i drop the words as the old saying " curious kill a cat" behind ...heading to the table of that old folk sit...i found a strategy place which is right handside 2.8 mile to his talbe..left handside...3.2 mile to the booth ...and at front can watch my car directly to avoid receive summons from mpk officers.....
i stop there ...and think that would be too obviously if i went further...so i pull out one cirgarette from bowl,and showing a good manner to our next generation there.....i peek at him...and started to measure he..his hair was totally white. he's wearing a white shirt. a short pants..and a old fashion,brown colour slipper.
there is a beg between his leg...a black bag,a primary school boy bag.
on the whilete table. there is a bowl of mee with a cup of coffee ice beside..
at the counter side of the coffee ice there is a pesticide...
but,wait? what is the point of putting pesticide on the table?
He starting to whispering again..this time i saw and heard clearly ...he using fujian language said : " ba ru er lang jin ja shi bo liu ..pa lai pa her....um zhai shi wi xia mee.." and stop talking and continue eating his noodle..
" nows day people are very silly ..keep fighting each other ..dont know what for?" this is the meaning if translate into english ....
a loudly "sweat " bang my head...and left 3 black line besdie my head...
" who he talking to ?", " pesticide?", " cirgarette bowl?", those question keep surround in my brain.
soon, he started to whispering again.. but this time he sound very low until i cannot hear what he speak...
but i saw his eye look to his right hand side ..seem like somebody sitting besdie he..
" It he got mental problem?"
" he talking to ghost?"
" or may be he just too miss somebody....somebody mean a lots to him is gone...and he cannot let it go?"
"boy, your mee is done" called by the hawker
"okay" i answered and pay the money..taking a bowl of mee. i was thinking, i am thiking too much ...he is just an old nut ...and i become a young nut for trying to figure out what he do ..how bored both of us are. i look at the old folk and say its to myself in heart.
cross the road..opening my car's door .. i cant endure and take a look to the old folk again ...saw a funny picture ...behind of the table of that old nut ..there is two pretty girl, one young boy totally three of them , their eye and mouth open largely untill i have an impulse to put my fist into their mouth.
You know Why when we wrangle or aruge with someone, Our Voice become louder and louder ?
You want to know why ?
Let's do a experiment . ask one of your friend out..no matter who ..male,female even ah pon also can..stand face to face with 1 mile distance between you two. then start talking something etc.Joke, politic, girl, porn (XD) blar blar blar...then move your both foot step by step to behind ..dont stop talking ..from moving behind untill certaindistance then move back again ...and closer for more than 1 mile...you reliaze that when distance between you both far..you would eventually talk louder and when it come to closer ..you talk lower?..
As you can see when two people talk ...the distance between them decide their voice volume...when they closer they speak softly and lower..reversely when they become far they speak louder...
when two people are argue or wrangle ..Because of they dont understand each other at the time and their heartfeel far away from each other ...so they turn their voice up ..like the situation in experiment when two people's distancegone far they speak louder ...
when one of them think the others cant even hear and speak to ..they shout it loud..
that would be the situation we usually saw.
its done byessential, not as purposive..
So now you Understand why people talk louder and shout when having arguement ?!
Once upon a time, in a small village.after a heavy raining day, a part of fence from village head's house collapsed. village head's neighbour come advise the village head. he say you shall repair it faster, otherwise lately theif might be break in your house through this broken fence. the village head's son also suggest him to do so. but the village head was disregard both of them..
when come after that night, village head's house really get rob. village head praise his son cleverness and insight when he meet anyone. And then suspec ont his neighbour as theif...
although what his neighbour said are same with his son. but with his biased he had treat them on two different way.
Give people fire on me very "chuan"(cavalier) recently, this is not the first time, people criticise on me for that. i started to introspection mself. may be i have been do some act or speak something look like very "chuan". but honestly i did mean to be overbearing on those thing ...they just misunderstanding on me...dont want to explain long here ..if not lately give people criticise me saying "theory" again .....Any way, i just want to define i am not intend to do so ....that s all..Nite ..^^
