Thursday, October 23, 2008

Finding our roots

Its true a nation is indeed and in need to evolve and move forward. But what ever we've done we have altered and skewed our vision as a nation when we first started.

"Akan kekal menjadi sebuah negara demokrasi, yang merdeka dan yang berdaulat serta mendasarkan kebebasan dan keadilan dan mengkekalkan keamanan di antara bangsa"

Which translates...

It is said that we will be a democratic country which is independent with sovereignty. Also based on freedom and justice to maintain peace among races.

So what are we doing??? Fighting among races? we may have different skin tone but we are from the same family. What is with the grudge? what is with all this hatred? we need to wipe it off our mind. Teachers, parents and most of all... our LEADERS! Remember why our forefathers fought so damn f*cking hard to get our freedom. What we have today, what we eat today, where we stay today is fought so hard by our forefathers and we do not have the rights to dismantle the country they build.

51 years... 51 freaking years we live together... why our leaders live together? I really hope we can walk together hand in hand as Malaysians to build on what our forefathers fought for and prove to the world that we Malaysians no matter what drama our leaders are in will stand hand in hand united and harmoniously!


Where is the justice? Where is the freedom? The famous "I have a dream" speech by Martin Luther King. This is the moment our country needs. No difference in race, religion and people. We are one. We can take this historic speech to apply to our country too.

"I refuse to believe the Bank of Justice is bankrupt"

"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 languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've 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. And so, we've 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 quicksands 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. And 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. And 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. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And 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 self-hood and robbed of their dignity by a sign 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. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- 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.

And 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, and 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, and 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.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with 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.

And 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 snow-capped 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 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!"

Sunday, October 19, 2008

A little of this and a little of that

How can this happen? the fuel price dropped twice and yet nothing dropped? Well its not surprising that the price of consumer goods or foods have just stopped. Just up up up no down down down. The petrol price raise 10sen per liter their food raise 10sen per plate! incredible! So now I really wonder should I venture into my own business and start selling things with extravagant prices. Sad to see this. Really.

The cost of living in KL is just so high. How can a cup of normal coffee cost RM1.50? madness!! No wonder the mamak stalls are now sprouting all over KL. You dont see lots of mamak at other town besides KL or Penang. Why? coz ppl there wont be willing to pay crazy price for something that is not worth it. They rather go home and make one cuppa for less than half the price! The last time i had a cup of really cheap drink was 2 years ago at PJ Old Town near Jalan Penchala. One cup of 'Teh o ais' and one cup of 'teh tarik' cost me the total of... ONE cup of teh tarik at the more commercialised MAMAK. But since the government build a proper stall for them and provide them with a FIX electricity the price started to chase the others. Now one cup of 'Teh o ais' is RM1.20. In some kopi tiam, a cup of warm/ice water cost 50sen!!! wahlao eh! 50sen for warm water. They sell 3 cups already manage to cover to cost of the whole container of water. Imagine how much water is there in there. Just have to sell all of that cups of water they can generate 3-4 times the cost of it. Sometimes i wonder is the ice water even cooked?!!

Some prices of food is even more ridiculous! Normal fried rice is RM4.00. and to add a fried egg it cost an extra Rm1.50!! WTF? so expensive ar the egg? the cooking oil also use recycled cooking oil!!Madness. The food quality is not even good. Honestly, the quality is inconsistent. For one moment its too salty, then one moment too oily and sometimes... its just too crappy!

There was once I had a meal with a close friend of mine, he ordered a maggi goreng. Guess what he found in his maggi goreng? a ripped section of the flavouring packet. We told them the situation and ask the person in charge to meet us, he was like so reluctant and didnt even know how to handle the case! The only thing he said is, he wont charge us for the price. The fella that cooked the food dont even dare to come out and instead gave the look of dissatisfaction! You did a mistake and gotten angry??! We warned them but yet the service still sucks and the food... lets just not go there. Thank god I dont eat there anymore!

Sometimes I wonder should I start boycotting some of this crappy service Kopi Tiams and Mamak stalls or not. Charges extravagant prices and dont even have the slight courtesy to give at least a decent service! They kept on forgetting that there are so many other Kopi tiams and mamak stalls. U might offend one client but the chain reaction will eventually kill your business for sure! one by one... slowly all will leave.

So lets drift back to the fuel situation. I am glad that the price has dropped. At least now I can save an extra bit more of money. Just that I really hope that all this consumer goods and foods will be kind enough to look into this and drop the price! I know its going to be tough as before this most people's pay was raised and the transportation cost was raised and the rental was raised so on and so forth. But something have to be done. I hope something will be done!

Monday, October 13, 2008

nothing better to do

Watching the country's political scene is like walking in the mud. Can see the destination but its a bitch getting there. Honestly it is almost to the extend most of us just couldn't care anymore.

Its like a soap opera... becoming stale and boring after a while. The hype and energy that we saw before the election and right after the election has died down. Just one or two interesting episode but right before we reach the climax it was ended like a typical harry potter movie. How disappointing.

With the current economic avalanche going on around the world. We really are more concerned on keeping our jobs rather then focusing on the bishi and bashis of our government. We got our own rice bowl to take care. So its time the government, opposition or ruling please help your people. Put aside things that dont even matter and think of how can we help and hold our country together!