Monday, April 28

Hopeless Psychopath


Murderer, let me tell you this, only someone as sick as you is afraid of sirens.

Innocent people won't be panicked but annoyed.

You should be under arrest and put in one of the police cars.

You do not care about your nation, your reputation, or your career.

You are such a hopeless psychopath.

Sunday, April 27

Where Can Wisdom Be Found


Where then does wisdom come from?

Where does understanding dwell?

It is hidden from the eyes of every living thing, concealed even from the birds of the air.

Destruction and Death say, "Only a rumor of it has reached our ears."

God understands the way to it and he alone knows where it dwells, for he views the end of the earth, and sees everything under the heavens.

When he established the force of the wind and measured out the waters, when he made a decree for the rain and a path for the thunderstorm, then he looked at wisdom and appraised it; he confirmed it and tested it.

And he said to man, "The fear of the Lord - that is wisdom, and to shun evil is understanding."

JOBS 28:20-28

Saturday, April 26

Joker

Have you heard the biggest joke in life?

No, I haven't. But I've seen one.............













Tuesday, April 22

They Said We'd Never Make It


They said we'd never make it,
But now we've come this far.
Today we celebrate our love,
And honor who we are.
We had a hard beginning,
Adults before our time.
But growing up together made
Our deepest roots entwine.

You are my life, my love, my hope,
My friend, my world, my song,
The mirror of my unseen heart,
The place where I belong.

And as our one life passes,
Through love we live for two:
A cornucopia of joy,
That we this day renew.

~ Nicholas Gordon ~

Saturday, April 19

Victory Be With Us


My son, if your heart is wise, then my heart will be glad; my inmost being will rejoice when your lips speak what is right.

Do not let your heart envy sinners, but always be zealous for the fear of the LORD.

There is surely a future hope for you, and your hope will not be cut off.

A wise man has great power, and a man of knowledge increases strength; for waging war you need guidance, and for victory many advisers.

Wisdom is too high for a fool; in the assembly at the gate he has nothing to say.

PROVERBS 23:15-18, 24:5-7

Friday, April 18

Who framed Fidel Castro


ATTENTION BLOGGERS !!!

For your information, the chat box in this blog has been hijacked by the Drama King, he dared not to use a common name such as Wen Jia Bao, but instead he tried very hard to set people up as he always does. Same old same old tricks oh well he's lacking creativity, and transparency as we all know.

Do not underestimate him, or making fun of him, or you're putting yourself in great danger ! Once he tried to frame Cuba, Fidel Castro was scared to death he had to step down in a rush. Another time he tried to frame Mr Bin, Bin couldn't afford to stay he had to run away from China to Zion.

Now you see, there's no laughing matter I've told you. Beware of the Drama King, this extremely dangerous animal, he's out there...somewhere...

Wednesday, April 16

Pope Benedict XVI visiting US


Dressed in traditional white cassock and skullcap, Pope Benedict XVI’s arrived to Washington on Tuesday afternoon, his first visit to the United States as pontiff since he ascended to the papacy. Pope Benedict was also the third pope traveled to US, while Pope Paul VI visited once in 1965; and John Paul II had made seven trips during his term. However, what has marked this trip most significant is that, it was only the second time of the world’s Roman Catholics' leader visiting the White House, long after Jimmy Carter was president in 1979. Only hours ago Pope Benedict had received a heartfelt welcome by President George Bush, who stands firm by the God, has made his own Christian faith a central tenet of his life as an American politician, and as president of the United States.

“I come as a friend, a preacher of the Gospel and one with great respect for this vast pluralistic society,” the Pope said, “Democracy can only flourish, as your founding fathers realized, when political leaders and those whom they represent are guided by truth.”

Yesterday afternoon the Pope celebrated his 81st birthday, with all American cardinals who had been invited to his birthday lunch at the Vatican Embassy in Washington. In the evening, the Pope presented a speech before the bishops of the United States at the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception. He praised that America is a land of great faith, while Americans are remarkable for their religious fervor and they take pride in belonging to a worshipping community. Americans have confidence in God, and they do not hesitate to bring moral arguments rooted in biblical faith into their public discourse. They respect for freedom of religion is deeply ingrained in the American consciousness, a fact which has contributed to this country’s attraction for generations of immigrants, seeking a home where they can worship freely in accordance with their beliefs.

Tuesday, April 15

A Tale Of Two Rivals


It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness. In short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

There were a Drama King with a large jaw and a woman with a pale face, on the throne of Utopia. They stared at each other for long, as if one hundred years drifted away. The atmosphere was cold and isolated, as if they'd trapped on a desert island in Siberia. They seemed to know each other but they didn't talk to each other.

"You're a so called writer, aren't you? You've written about me all the time! Do you have a crush on me?" Finally the King broke the silence.

Between the eyebrows and just over the little feminine nose, the line of which was a s delicate and fine as it was possible to be, the expression deepened itself as she took her seat thoughtfully in the chair by which she had hitherto remained standing. He watched her as she mused, and the moment she raised her eyes and said, "Your honour, I do admire you, as much as you admire me. I've heard you've been watched over me."

He seemed wilfully to mistake the words she said. When he added, in a hurry, "That's not true! You have delusions in your mind!"

"I speak, your honour, the truth speaks for itself. Why don't we start talking productively? I'm aware you're dying from colon cancer, will you name 5 people you'd like to meet in the heaven?"

"So far, woman, this is none of your business. I'm not dying but I'd answer the question! Mind you they're in no particular orders; Mr Bin my soul mate, OJ Simpson my role model, Andrew Cunanan my mentor, Theodore Bundy my buddy and Jack the Ripper...my God!"

She indeed, was shocked. "Your honour, let's change the subject. Can you name five books you'd recommend to your people?"

"I, for one, is knowledgeable! There're too many books to name just five, I'd give it a try!" "God is not great:How Religion poisons everything", "China Road, a journey into the future of a rising power", "The World Without Us", "Spy Wars" and "Remember Me?" " Just for curiosity, how about yours, ah?"

Her eyes rolled up for a minute, she'd never seen anybody so arrogant in her life. "Your honour," she said in a low, distinct, awe-stricken voice, as if she were saying it in a dream, "The Savage Detectives", "Falling Man", "What The Dead Know", "Lady Killer" and "Someone Knows My Name". She paused for a second, "How about 5 movies or TV you'd recommend?"

He seemed a bit annoyed with her answers, but he stayed cool, as cool as his blood.

"Well...this is easy as I'm a Drama King! That'd be "Dreamgirls", "Crazy Love", "Twilight Zone", "Facing the Giants", and "Little Children". What'd you say, ah?"

She repeated in the same tone, sunk to a whisper, "Your honour, your picks are splendid. My choices are "I'm Legend", "The Ark of Truth", "Perfume-The Story of a Murderer", "Live Free or Die Hard" and "Freedom Writers."

King felt his wrist held closer, and he stopped. The expression in the forehead, which had so particularly attracted her attention, had deepened into one of pain and horror. "I think you're being difficult with me!! Why don't you get off my back and get out of my sight as soon as you can!!!"

"You honour, you're not making sense at all. How am I able to get off your back while you're on my back? "

All in a sudden, he lost his temper looked awfully hysterical. Perfectly still and silent, and not even fallen back in his chair. So close was her hold upon his arm, that he feared to detach himself lest he should hurt her, therefore he cried out loud for forgiveness without attacking.

Sunday, April 13

God's Angel To Prepare The Way


I will send my terror ahead of you and throw into confusion every nation you encounter.

I will make all your enemies turn their backs and run.

I will send the hornet ahead of you to drive the Hivites, Canaanites and Hittites out of your way.

But I will not drive them out in a single year, because the land would become desolate and the wild animals too numerous for you.

Little by little I will drive them out before you, until you have increased enough to take possession of the land.

EXODUS 23:27-30

Saturday, April 12

Born Survivor


HANOI (AFP) — Vietnamese toddler Phung Thien Nhan, not yet two years old, is a born survivor whose horrific story and cheeky smile have touched hearts and drawn offers of support from across the nation.

Many people here remember reading about Nhan in newspapers back in 2006 after he was abandoned after birth by his teenage mother in a remote and poor central mountain area. Dumped outside the family shack and left to die, hidden under papaya leaves and bamboo, the newborn was mauled by a wild animal, most likely a dog, that chewed off his right leg and badly savaged his groin.

Villagers found the boy, his pale and bloodied body crawling with ants. By the time he was taken by motorcycle to the nearest hospital, 72 hours had passed and yet, miraculously, the child survived. Hospital staff amputated his leg at the hip and stabilised his condition, and visiting Buddhist monks named him Thien Nhan or "good person". After two months local authorities, inexplicably, sent him back to his family, into the care of his grandparents. The case disappeared from the news. Many people presumed the boy had died.

But Tran Mai Anh, a 35-year-old Hanoi journalist, couldn't stop thinking about Nhan, tormented at night by visions of what had become of him. Her worst fears would turn out to be true. When, after months of research, she tracked him down in December in his family hut, he was badly neglected, dirty, anaemic and suffering diarrhea. She took him to a medical centre and, a month ago, adopted him, together with her husband and fellow journalist Phung Quang Nghinh. They took him back to Hanoi, where Nhan was treated for free at the French-Vietnamese hospital.

VietCot, a German-funded charity, hand-crafted a prosthetic leg, urgently needed to stop further damage to Nhan's body - the first of many that he will need as he grows. His adoptive parents have contacted international hospitals about the plastic surgery and hormone therapy Nhan will need to lead a normal life. News quickly spread in the media, on Internet forums and in offices. Many hundreds emailed and visited the family house in Hanoi's Old Quarter, bringing toys, baby clothes and their own children to play with Nhan.

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Online diary has been set up at www.help-thien-nhan.blogspot.com and an account for donations to help cover the child's surgery and therapy bills, expected to run into the tens of thousands of dollars. Further information at www.legaciesofwar.org and www.warlegacies.org.
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At first Nhan hid in corners, cried and only slept sitting up. "He ate bananas and cold rice, that's all he knew," said Mai Anh. "He didn't know what toys were, they were meaningless to him. We put him in front of the TV, but it seemed like the television set was invisible to him." After a month with his new family, Nhan was cheerfully greeting visitors this week, playing with toys, and swaying on his new leg to the tune of his new big brother Minh, 8, playing the piano. "His emotions still change, but he's so much happier," said Mai Anh. "Now he eats everything," she added with mock exasperation. "He's getting fat!"


References:

http://www.help-thien-nhan.blogspot.com
http://www.legaciesofwar.org
http://www.warlegacies.org
http://www.straitstimes.com/Latest%2BNews/Asia/STIStory_226048.html
http://www.breitbart.com/image.php?id=iafp080411062144.msd0esb0p0&show_article=1&catnum=8&ch=BNImagesHealth
http://afp.google.com/article/ALeqM5hl1df93RHTHyc4f1582j_1WUK7Hw

Thursday, April 10

Guilty Or Not ~ Fair Trial Is Needed


Brenda Martin, a Canadian who has been imprisoned in a Mexican jail since February 2006. She was arrested and jailed in a 9 x 12' cell with 11 women, nearly five years after her former employer was arrested, in what was believed to be the biggest Internet-based pyramid fraud scheme in history. Brenda was the chef for Alyn Richard Waage, owner of an investment company that turned out to be fraudulent. Waage fired Brenda in 2001 with severance pay, where she than invested the money into Waage’s business which she thought was legitimate.

Although she was charged with being a member of a criminal organization and money laundering, there has never been a trial where she has been able to present her defence. And she is not aware of any evidence being presented to prove her guilty of those charges. Despite pleas from citizens and media around the nation, the Government of Canada has failed to act in intervening in this case. Recently, Brenda was visited by former Prime Minister Paul Martin to offer support. Mexican Foreign Secretary Patricia Espinosa said, the trial has been delayed by legal procedures. She said her ministry was in frequent contact with the Canadian government about the case.

Finally on April 7, there was a hearing came as a complete surprise to Brenda, who was not represented by her lawyer. She said she knew the Canadian ambassador was coming from Mexico City to visit her, but it wasn't until she met with the ambassador that she was told she would be attending a hearing with the judge. The judge promised her and the Canadian ambassador to Mexico that he would try issue a ruling by April 18. However, the judge added the proviso that he may not be able to make the decision if something unforeseen arose.

"The judge told me I should take this as a good sign," Brenda said. "But I don't know. I have been made so many promises and two years later I am still here."

Wednesday, April 9

Am In Good Hands


It was love at first sight, when I first saw it on TV some months ago. Never thought that I would have one as I wished. Since this is my first Mac, I've taken "one to one" lessons at one of the apple shops, learned to play around with the icons as a beginner, it's awesome experience.

Yesterday, Walter, the instructor showed me how to upload my videos onto the Mac Gallery. He stressed that it'd be better to use a specific user name and password to protect my privacy, if I don't want to share my projects with other people for the time being. I did what I was told, but I felt uncomfortable while Walter himself and other people around might have glanced over to see my password easily. Hence I adjusted my position a bit in order to type in the password privately, Walter was offended. I was confused, I did exactly what he suggested to protect my privacy, but I was blamed by doing so. He said, "you're being paranoid, here is Canada, nobody is gonna watch over you." He's so powerful when he said such a thing. But at some point, what does he know about life? I laughed faintly, "you have no idea what I'd been through." He agreed, "then keep it to yourself."

Certainly I'm in good hands. That's why I can express myself freely these days, without fearing somebody may put me in the jail for what I've said or written. But I hope, I honestly hope, that Walter will learn to not judging other people, on something too complicated for him to comprehend. Compassion and empathy, that's all I'm asking.

Monday, April 7

Drama King The Engineer


"Hi there, how're you doing?"

"Great, and yourself?"

"Fine. I've heard about your dramatic romance story. By the way what're you doing now? Don't get me wrong my dear, obviously you can't make a living by writing. Not to mention you don't write well."

"Well, who needs enemy when having a friend like you. As you know, my secret admirer, the Drama King has kept me busy."

"Wow, what a nick name he's got! Is he an actor?"

"Oh, no. He's a so-called engineer but he likes playing drama very much."

"How interesting...tell me about it."

"He's in fact a grumpy old guy obsesses with women he simply cannot handle. But he's very persistent so that he wouldn't let go. He's been chasing after me for a century, at least 1/5 of the people in the Universe know about his madness. He seemed quite proud of it, though I turned him down again and again."

"Gee...what a pathetic old man! OK, how about your job?"

"Don't be surprised, I'm taking up the assignment as tour guide at the moment."

"Sweetheart, I don't mean to rude, but...a tour guide...you said? I'm completely lost!"

"But you're rude! Listen to me, I've invented some sort of adventurous tours and I'm having so much fun."

"How so? Tell me about it."

"Alright, the most popular one is called Surveillance Tour. This is how it works; while I'm touring the participants on the road, there will be actors and actress harassing the tourists by using different means. The tourists have to spot them out before the tour finished."

"It's outrageous! Harassing I don't get it?"

"For example: someone hides in the toilet takes photos, someone sits in the Jeep pretends a hero, someone plays a type recording with sirens repeatedly drives you crazy, someone talks loud and dirty makes you dizzy, someone..."

"My goodness, enough is enough. Aren't you sick of it by doing the same old tricks every single day?"

"By all means I'm sick of it, but this is part of my life! Let me tell you this, if you can't afford to do what you love, you must learn to love what you do! Don't you get it??"

"Nobody is deaf, you don't have to yell."

"You have no idea, sometimes I do have to yell to get heard! Wait a second, I have a call waiting, it's Drama King the phantom of the opera."

"Well say good luck to him then, he'd need it."

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Sunday, April 6

Greatest Of These Is Love


If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.

If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.

If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind.

It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.

It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.

It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

CORINTHIANS 13:1-4

Saturday, April 5

Sound Of Sirens


Hello darkness my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was blogging
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the Sound of Sirens

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
Near the halo of a construction site
I turned my lights off the tiffany lamp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the Sound of Sirens.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people maybe more.
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People stalking me that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the Sound of Sirens.

Fools I said you do not know
Sirens like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might screw you
Take my arms that I might slap you

But my words like Sirens everywhere
And echoed
In the hells of Sirens

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the signs said the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And Tiananmen Square
And whispered in the Sounds of Sirens.

Thursday, April 3

In Memory Of Martin Luther King


Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. (January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968) was one of the pivotal leaders of the American civil rights movement. He was a Baptist minister, and became a civil rights activist early in his career.

His efforts led to the 1963 March on Washington, where he delivered his well known “I Have a Dream” speech. Here he raised public consciousness of the civil rights movement, establishing himself as one of the greatest orators in U.S. history. He had organized and led marches for blacks' right to vote, desegregation, labor rights and other basic civil rights. Most of these rights were successfully enacted into United States law with the passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964, and the Voting Rights Act of 1965. King was the youngest person to receive the Nobel Peace Prize, for his efforts to end segregation and racial discrimination through civil disobedience and other non-violent means.

Tragically Martin Luther King was assassinated 40 years ago on April 4, 1968, in Memphis, Tennessee. He was posthumously awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom by President Jimmy Carter in 1977. Martin Luther King Day was established as a national holiday in the United States in 1986. In 2004, King was posthumously awarded a Congressional Gold Medal.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martin_Luther_King,_Jr.

If I Die Before You Wake



By Dustin Evans

Wednesday, April 2

War Of No Choice



Alright, Dave didn't come, but I watched his show. John McCain was on, talked briefly about his agenda for the Presidential campaign. Same old same old, Letterman raised the concern of the military spending on Iraq. By giving sufficient time, I believe, John McCain is the right person to take over the aftermath. For he was the Lieutenant Commander almost got killed during the Vietnam War in 1967.

He had become a prisoner when his A-4E Skyhawk was shot down by a missile over Hanoi. He was badly injured so being tortured and interrogated in many intolerable ways, at the Hanoi's Hoa Loa Prison. Later McCain was sent to a cell, with two other Americans who thought McCain would have died very soon. Worst of all, in March 1968, McCain was put into solitary confinement, where he had detained for two years. Yet he managed to survive and was finally released in 1973. McCain was a war hero and is a patriot, his record proves it well.

It's hard to understand why a war is needed or declared until you've set foot in the war zone. Remembering President Bush spoke to the Nation after the 911, "America did not ask for this war, and every American wishes it were over. So do I. But the war is not over, and it will not be over until either we or the extremists emerge victorious. If we do not defeat these enemies now, we will leave our children to face a Middle East overrun by terrorist states and radical dictators armed with nuclear weapons. We are in a war that will set the course for this new century, and determine the destiny of millions across the world."

Further reading:
http://www.johnmccain.com

Tuesday, April 1

Nobody's Fool



3am in the midnight, my phone in the green house rings, my parents are safe asleep. I'm aware today is the 1st of April.

"This is Hilarity and this is an emergency! I've heard you're the superstitious delegate and a dreamer. Wake up as I need your power to put a curse on the black sheep in my family!"

"Oh, give me a break and who are you trying to fool? You're the black sheep in your family."

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2pm in the afternoon, someone knocks on the door, it's unusual. I'm aware today is the 1st of April.

A good looking woman at the door who has sexy beautiful lips, "For sure you recognise me. I'm the CEO of a charitable organisation called [Foundation against Inhuman Adoption]. We're raising funds to protect the kids from being adopted by hypocrites. We need your donations to save all the kids on the planet."

"Oh, leave me alone and who are you trying to fool? You're the hypocrite who adopted the kids."

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6pm in the evening, Larry King and David Letterman say they'll come over to talk to me. I'm aware today is the 1st of April.

This time I hear Opera shouts, "Get out of here and who are you trying to fool?"
You're the 11946911 visitor, thank you and God bless.