I Have A Dream


Martin Luther King, Jr.


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 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.”¹

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.”2

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, and 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!


Source: http://www.americanrhetoric.com/speeches/mlkihaveadream.htm


Let Life Overthrew You

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It has been a rough year for me due to so many failure and disappointment. I’m really screwed up. I no longer feel like i could fit with my surroundings but i don’t know where i should heading to. Indeed, I have planned and tried to project where to step, but reality overthrow me and my dream. It’s neither once nor twice but through and through. Come a cropper.

I have entered a phase where I found myself starting to question and–worst–disparage my ability. I almost gave up and fear of the concept of dreams itself. My idealism eroded by reality. I also sensed myself shifting. Lucky me, fate has brought me to the place I needed at that time. I met many people who are generally have very similar dream to be pursued and–most importantly–more thrilling life stories. In those days, maybe i could say that i have rebuilt my wall of confidence stronger and better than the earlier.

Recently, I just got some bad news; another rejection, another failure. I didn’t response those news with tears or resentment, rather i chose to accept it. I felt numb. I felt no emotion. Getting out from your comfort zone and searching for your passion are not as easy as it’s sound. I began this year with so many breakthrough resolutions and self-confidence. But, yes, who am I, only a human who should ready with million of back-up plans.

This year resolutions is only a step or maybe some steps in achieving my truest dream. The dream which i dare to create when i was only 10 years old. If only I never lose my grip to that dream maybe I have already passed this phase and become closer to my dream. It’s like what Murakami have said “In dreams begin responsibilities. Flip this around and you could say that where there’s no power to imagine, no responsibility can arise.” (Kafka on the Shore).

Now, despite of all the failure I don’t wanna stop. Just let life overthrew me and my dream harder. Because, I have faith in my dream. I believe it will end up beautiful as long as I don’t lose my grip on everything, anymore.

Defi Satriyani
Inhabitants of imaginary star clusters

Great Women In this World and Where I am Standing Now.

“Here we are. Free to speak out without fear of being killed, blessed to be protected by the same law we are subjected to, free to see our families as we please, free to cross borders and free to disagree. We have many people to thank for these freedoms and I see it as an injustice not to use them to their fullest.”-Kayla Mueller

It’s wednesday morning. I actually have to go to campus at this time, but the class just canceled so i just laying in my bed now and trying to busied myself with browsing news and other stuffs. I felt so lazy to did anything until i found this news on huffington post that Kayla Mueller just killed by ISIS. (You can read it at here, though http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/02/10/obama-kayla-jean-mueller_n_6652680.html).

I kind of not knew who is Kayla Mueller at first, but after read that news I feel terrible. I mean, yeah if you haven’t read those news about her or don’t have any idea who is her then i’ll tell you briefly. Kayla Mueller is an American humanitarian worker who had been held hostage by the ISIS for more than a year and just got killed on Friday by Jordania Military. Those line on the first paragraph is what Kayla Mueller had said when she was alive. She had been devoted herself to many voluntary work, not only in America but also another country. She had been a really brave woman, she’d inspired me with those simple line, and yeah then I feel like nothing. I’m just nothing compared by many great and powerful women in this world.

I mean, it’s not only Kayla Mueller who had a bravery to devoted herself for peace or any good things for this world which getting mad day by day. There are so many powerful, great, and strong women like Mother Theresa who had been spent so many years in India to devoted herself or Malala Yousafzai, a young woman who have great courage to advocate Pakistani women’s right to gets educated and still showing her principle until now even she ever shot by Taliban, or threatened by other parties.

And i look at myself. What I’ve been done? What’s my best accomplishment when where are so many examples of great inspiring women out there who have been struggled for better world and I still laying here, confused to doing anything, too lazy to see my surrounding, and too selfish because only concerned about my self.

Promise Yourself

To be so strong that nothing
can disturb your peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness, and prosperity
to every person you meet.

To make all your friends feel
that there is something in them
To look at the sunny side of everything
and make your optimism come true.

To think only the best, to work only for the best,
and to expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others
as you are about your own.

To forget the mistakes of the past
and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful countenance at all times
and give every living creature you meet a smile.

To give so much time to the improvement of yourself
that you have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear,
and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world,
not in loud words but great deeds.
To live in faith that the whole world is on your side
so long as you are true to the best that is in you.
Christian D. Larson, Your Forces and How to Use Them


1st Year

“They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.”
Andy Warhol

It’s 12:02 AM here and i still awake due to the quiz i’ll take tomorrow.

I really don’t know why my fingers keep me doing this thing, and i don’t know why my heart encouraging me to write. Actually, i really don’t know what kind of thing i should share here at this time when i have to studying instead typing. It just both my heart and fingers doesn’t synchronize well with my mind.

Without further ado, i believe that my heart want me to share anything here and here we go, i’ll share something.

Many people say that high school life is the most precious time in your life, and many people say that college life is like a big mess that you’ve to face everyday. But, i don’t think so. I’ve undergone my past first year to studied in college, and i guarantee you that i’ve got a lot of things here. I didn’t say that high school life i’ve passed wasn’t that precious (i also passed a lot of wonderful memories when i was in high school) but here in college, within only a year i got a lot of things, a really lot of experience, and lot of trouble,  joy, and anything that have been transformed me into someone different.

A year ago, i was a new student who was tried to adapt with my new environment, new friend, new habit, and new situation. Everything in my college were really  different with my life in high school. I was a stiff person at high school, i was thought that the most important thing for student is achieve highest score, and success in academic field. But, after i entered my faculty i realized that academic field can’t guarantee you for becoming a success person in the future. You have to be able to do stuff that can help you at find a job. Then, I contributed my self in  series of event for new student, ranging from scientific competition (Kompres Maba), sports competition (Olimfis), and art competition (Gelas Maba), and tried to contributed more on SALT, involved my self in some committees, made relations, and still focus on lecture i took.

I was really tired at first because i never involved myself in these kind of events. I was so perplexed at managed my time, and in particular situation i became a deadliner (which i never). Everything at those time were really draining, i should adapted with my new time for sleep, and should did anything i never done before. I became a grumbler at that time, temperament, and blamed other people.

Time passed by, and i’ve realized that all stuffs i’ve done until now are really wholesome. I feel more mature now, i’ve pledged to myself that i won’t grumble for any task i have to do, i won’t be an overthinker because it drain my mind, and now i also see any problems through any perspectives rather than draw conclusions quickly.

The point is i’m really grateful for the path i’ve walked, the time i’ve passed, friends i’ve met, and problems i tried to solve in this past one year. Be an active person at your college is really worthwhile, it doesn’t waste your time because it gives you such a wonderful skill, experience, and knowledge directly or indirectly. The quotes i’ve typed on the beginning of this text is to remind that you are the best agent to change yourself as long as you want.

Good luck for new collegers! I

Why Does Friday the 13th Scare Us So Much?

by John Roach

for National Geographic

It’s Friday the 13th, and millions of people are on edge, fearing a calamity with personal or global repercussions-a broken leg, a stock market crash, or the trigger pulled for World War III.

Why all the anxiety? In short, because the fear is ingrained in Western culture, according to experts. (Get more Friday the 13th facts.)

“If nobody bothered to teach us about these negative taboo superstitions like Friday the 13th, we might in fact all be better off,” said Stuart Vyse, a professor of psychology at Connecticut College in New London.

People who harbor a Friday the 13th superstition might have triskaidekaphobia, or fear of the number 13, and often pass on their belief to their children, he noted. Popular culture’s obsession with the fear-think the Friday the 13th horror films and even this story-helps keep it alive, added Vyse, the author of Believing in Magic: The Psychology of Superstition.

Although superstitions can be arbitrary-a fear of ladders or black cats, for example-“once they are in the culture, we tend to honor them,” said Thomas Gilovich, a professor of psychology at Cornell University in Ithaca, New York.

“You feel like if you are going to ignore it, you are tempting fate,” he explained.

Origins Rooted in Religion

The trepidation surrounding Friday the 13th is rooted in religious beliefs surrounding the 13th guest at the Last Supper-Judas, the apostle said to have betrayed Jesus-and the crucifixion of Jesus on a Friday, which was known as hangman’s day and was already a source of anxiety, Vyse said. (Read more:“Friday the 13th Superstitions Rooted in Bible and More.”)

The two fears merged, resulting “in this sort of double whammy of 13 fallingon an already nervous day,” he said.

The taboo against the number 13 spread with Christianity and into non-Christian areas, noted Phillips Stevens, Jr., an associate professor of anthropology at the University of Buffalo in New York.”It became extremely widespread through the Euro-American world, embedded in culture, [and] extremely persistent,” he said.

More interesting, he noted, is why people associate any Friday the 13th with bad luck. The answer, he said, has to do with what he calls principles of “magical thinking” found in cultures around the world.

One of these principles involves things or actions-if they “resemble other things in any way of resemblance-shape or sound or odor or color-people tend to think those things are related and in a causal way,” he explained.

In this framework, there were 13 people present at the Last Supper, so anything connected to the number 13 from then on is bad luck.

Thomas Fernsler, an associate policy scientist in the Mathematics and Science Education Resource Center at the University of Delaware in Newark, said the number 13 suffers because of its position after 12.

According to Fernsler, numerologists consider 12 a “complete” number. There are 12 months in a year, 12 signs of the zodiac, 12 gods of Olympus, 12 labors of Hercules, 12 tribes of Israel, and 12 apostles of Jesus. (See “Lost Gospel Revealed; Says Jesus Asked Judas to Betray Him.”)

Fernsler said 13’s association with bad luck “has to do with just being a little beyond completeness. The number becomes restless or squirmy.”

Then there’s Friday. Not only was Christ crucified on that day, but some biblical scholars believe Eve tempted Adam with the forbidden fruit on a Friday. Perhaps most significant is a belief that Abel was slain by his brother Cain on Friday the 13th.

Crippling Impact

On Friday the 13th, some people are so crippled by fear that they lock themselves inside; others will have no choice but to grit their teeth and nervously muster through the day.

Nevertheless, many people will refuse to fly, buy a house, or act on a hot stock tip, inactions that noticeably slow economic activity, according to Donald Dossey, a folklore historian and founder of the Stress Management Center and Phobia Institute in Asheville, North Carolina. (Read about animal phobias.)

“It’s been estimated that [U.S.] $800 or $900 million is lost in business on this day because people will not fly or do business they normally would do,” he said.

To overcome the fear, Vyse said, people should take small steps outside their comfort zone. Those who are afraid to leave the house could consider meeting a close friend at a cozy cafe, for example.

“Try some small thing that they would be reluctant to do under normal circumstances and gradually experience, hopefully, no horrible thing happen when they push through and carry on,” he said.

source: http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2013/09/130912-friday-13th-thirteenth-superstitions-phobias-nation-culture/


Coldplay’s new song for The Hunger Games: Catching Fire soundtrack. It’s really so flawless! i really love the piano instrument and chris’ voice.. it just like the oxygen that fill your brain when you listen to it. So flawless, fresh, and relaxing. Oh and fyi, i think that atlas has similiarity with x&y, a bit different with mylo xyloto. You’ll really love it! :}

(500) days of summer

Tom: It’s official. I’m in love with Summer.
[while Montage of Summer plays]
Tom: I love her smile. I love her hair. I love her knees. I love how she licks her lips before she talks. I love her heart-shaped birthmark on her neck. I love it when she sleeps.
Tom: [Montage of Summer] I hate her crooked teeth. I hate her 1960s haircut. I hate her knobby knees. I hate her cockroach-shaped splotch on her neck. I hate the way she smacks her lips before she talks. I hate the way she sounds when she laughs.
[Fade to black as Swayze’s “She’s Like the Wind” plays briefly]
Bus Driver: [Open to Tom standing while bus comes to a sudden stop] Son, you need to get off the bus.