Human Creation

One upon a time, there was a god and the only god in the universe. Actually, he lived in the invisible heaven where there was no sorrow, no memories, no happiness, and everything blank except his own. He had power to create anything, but if he formed other visible things, he would break his own roles.

Thousand of years later, things had changed he had become very bored with those nothing things, so he decided to invent living things as well as many other eye-entertaining stuffs surrounded those creatures. From the very first creation he shaped human beings who were clever, stupid, innocent, naive, but also ruthless. He fell that creating these things were not enough, thus he formed a sky, mountains, forests, oceans, and many others enjoyable objects to please his human beings. But those things hadn’t always gone smoothly.

This drama created a a painful story of human being since then; god has taken pleasure in seeing people fighting, killing, starving, broken heart, losing their lovers or dearest possessions. These had entertained him to escape his solitude. He could end this drama at every moment yet he knew that if he turned off these episodes, he would then have nothing to amuse except his blank territory.

Until now people were born to fight the obstacles in life and never accusing the only problem maker. In our life which we always confront with birth and death, losing and winning, happiness and desperations, loving and breaking up, rich and poor, stupidity and cleverness, ugliness and beauty- these are the ingredients of lives that we are unable to choose and decide by ourselves, but our destiny and god. He enjoys all these sorts of tastes of life, and it is a perfect drama for him. He is a selfish, but he never realized himself.

When he’s getting bored of these saga fictions, he is going to turn it off. Therefore, no one can escape from disappearing and gone forever to nowhere. Everyone hopes that God would give them a place in paradise, but it is obviously not because he doesn’t want anyone goes there and bother his selfist life in his extravagance place. In the end, you will find the answer by yourself because there is no human being has ever known the answer of where would they go after death...whisper by the angel from the sky, “God is breaking his rules”

Perfectly Beautiful

Once upon a time, in a remote countryside of Rome Empire, there lived a little girl, whose name Scarleft Rose. Everything on her body was smooth, except her face that was covered with a big scar, stretching from just-below her left eyes toward the edge of her mouth. She dwelled with her mother in a cottage of a small village, where people were so obsessed with only physical wealth and beauty. Her father died when she was very young, so she had lived in a solidarity life with her mother.

She had now turned 18 year-old. With the scar on her face that the villagers regarded as it was gross and ugly, Scarleft had never felt satisfied with her appearance, though her mother always told her to love herself.

“Beauty is a delusion. It is a flame from a furnace that shines in a gloomy night with just a few hours. Then, it’ll extinguish when it runs out of wood to burn. It is red and hot at the first glance, but turns to darkness and emptiness in the end. Just love yourself as you’re set, darling,” her mother consoled her not to upset with the scar on her face.

She continued as she rubbed Scarleft’s hair gently “You should look at a flying kite. It can only get higher when the wind blows stronger. If it is afraid of the wind, it is not called a kite. Even if it loses its string, it is still proud of itself”

One morning, while Scarleft was looking for some fresh meat and vegetables at the market, she met a vendor who always teased her.

“Hi, Miss ugly. What are you going to have for lunch today,” the vendor talked to her in the market while Scarleft was bargaining with another vendor.

“Don’t call me like this. I am not Miss ugly. Why are you so mean to me?” she crossly replied.

“Look at your face! How can people like you are seen as an angel? No one wants to marry you. You are an ugly frog who wants to be a charming swan.” the vendor laughed as he was preparing his goods.

After hearing an unbearable voice from the vendor, she ran swiftly as if a seagull flying carelessly around the rocky coast. She ran and ran with her tear rolled down from a pair of her big brown eyes.

One hour had passed, she did not realized that she had arrived deep inside a deadly silent and creepy forest. As she looked around, she could see only unfamiliar creatures, dead leaves, weeds, and huge-tall trees that almost impeded sunlight from reaching the ground. Everywhere was dark and spooky.

As she went on the journey to discover the doubt of her curiosity, she suddenly saw an amber shining out from a window, lighting by a lamp from a small cottage. Her heart was pounding very fast, as she moved toward the cottage, having a huge chimney, blowing smoke out of its mouth that she barely noticed.

She usually heard the villagers told her that deep inside the forest, there was a place where witches lived. These witches could harm people and, at the same time, they could also transform people to become anything that they wanted.

As soon as she arrived the cottage, she knocked the door with her shaking hands and her pounding heart that longed to see what were inside. Suddenly, the old woman with a very long nose, big rabbit teeth, and white hair, covered by the black cloth as if she intended to conceal something, opened the door and gave Scarleft a queer smile.

“Come on in, little girl,” the old lady invited Scarleft to enter her cottage.

“May I?” Scarleft asked with hesitation.

“Sure, you may, my darling. I know why you have come here. I’ve got a lovely gift for. And I bet you will appreciate it from now on,” the old lady said as if she knew what was inside the girl’s head.

“How could you know that?” the girl asked.

“Because I am a witch! I know anything, and I can do anything that I want. I am not suppressed. I am freed, but whenever people have come to be freed, they will become reclusive. They are regarded as an unusual creature,” said the witch with her spooky laugh.

“I’m out of here right now!” the girl said with a frantic voice as she ran toward the door.

But the door closed immediately when the witch used her magical power to remote anything around her.

“I’ll let you go very soon. Don’t be afraid. But before you go, I have got a gift for you. Oh, and by the way, what is your name?” she asked.

“You can call me Scarleft,” the girl replied.

“Oh, Scarleft! What a lovely name! A scar that has been left by nature,” the witch grinned as her big rabbit teeth came out.

The witch finally took out a green shining gem stone out of a basket that was full red-ripe apples to Scarleft. Then she said “This is a gift for you. You can transform to be whatever you want to be, or go wherever you want to go with this gem stone.”

After receiving the gift from the witch, she immediately ran back home with a joy of happiness without even bothering to doubt why the witch did not harm her, and, instead, helped her to achieve her wish.

“I will become a queen from now on,” she imagined delightfully.

The later day she asked the gem stone to remove the scar from her face. Then her face became smooth as she wished. While she was walking vainly on the street, everyone was amazed and surprised by her over-night transformation. She had got compliment all day long. She became too proud and could not stop herself from listening to a flood of compliments from other people.

Days had passed, something that used be excited became usual. Scarleft had no longer heard the words from other people that could pamper her ears.

“Why do people have only a great joy at the beginning, but, at the end of the day, they have turned to forget something that used to be great? Is it the beginner’s luck true? If it is true, I don’t merely need the beginner’s luck, but I need luck in my whole life,” she complained.

Then, she came up with an idea that she could move the great Egypt Empire, where people could admire her beauty more than these people here, so she asked the gem stone to take her there. After arriving Egypt, she saw people with red skin, big eyes, wearing colorful jewelery, and with white clothes on. They were, at some points, totally different from people she used to know. She had transformed herself to be the most beautiful person that was suitable to the people in the Egypt Empire.

After the next transformation, everyone applauded her beauty and celebrated the ceremony for her as a foreign beauty on Egyptian land. She was overwhelmingly happy. But as the world keeps spinning around, nothing lasts forever. Months after the celebration of her beauty, people had turned their back and ignored her. They said “The sun shines every day; now we want snow.”

She was very disappointed with the second attempt, but she always embraced the gem stone in her heart. And she loved it as her life.

Many months after disappointedly living in Egypt, she heard that in China, a huge empire with a great wall, forbidden palace, and many other priceless treasures, was a joyful place to visit. She, then, was eager to see those things in China.

Again, with the gem stone, she moved to China, and she transformed herself to be the most beautiful Chinese lady. Over there, she met a king of China. As she had been now become the most beautiful lady in China, the king ordered his servants to take her to meet him and become one of his concubines without letting her knew in advance. First, she thought it would be nice to meet the king, but as soon as she realized that her beauty just to attract the king to fulfill his sexual desire , she denied, gave the king a big slap, then ran away.  

Scarleft was so desperate. As she ran out of the palace, she met a Chinese man, and started to ask him “Do you know where the most beautiful place on earth is?”

The man told her that at the southern part down under the earth, there was a place known as India. It was a great and colorful civilization.  It had a lot of magnificent temples, delicious foods, great philosophers, and a diversity of traditions, which she could really indulge herself with its beauty.

Finally, a rebirth of her hope had been arrived, she resolved to visit India. Through her imagination, India would be the best place that she could enjoy the rest of her life. She would become the queen of beauty forever.

She departed to India. Over there, she met strange people which were definitely different from her expectation. Beautiful ladies in India were seen to her as odd, with their costumes and jewelry.

When she asked the gem stone to change her appearance to be a good-looking Indian lady, she was dissatisfied with her look, though it was seen as attractive to people in the country.

While she looking at her reflection in the mirror she said “Who is she? Is it really pretty in my eyes? I hate this look and this outfit!”

After an hour of transformation, she took the gem stone with her to another place and told it to transform her to be another good-looking person beside the Indian lady that she had been transformed to. And she swore that she would never return to India again.

She had transformed many times from one place to another. She always transformed to please people. From blonde hair to black hair, straight hair to curly hair, white skin to dark skin, a big pair of brown eyes to a small pair of black eyes, skinny to fat, short to tall, she had to transform every time she wandered to new places. She fed her stomach by the words of compliments more than her three-time meals. She wandered all over the world as if she was an immortal angel with the magic of the gem stone.

One day had come, she felt so exhausted with the word beauty. She started to cry while holding a gem stone in her hand.

She felt restless and desperate as she could not please all different people who had different desires and needs. Then, she ran to the pond deep inside the woods.

As Scarleft saw the reflection of her face from the pond, she started to cry and ask herself “What am I doing? Why am I trying to make myself visible just only to show off my physical beauty?”

Then she started to ask the pond as her tear dropped down to on the gem stone which she had embraced for many years wherever she went “who is she? Is the girl of the reflection in the water beautiful? If she is really beautiful, why did she have to transform herself whenever she moves from one place to another? Is it worth doing?”

At that moment, an angel appeared in front of her and said “The word beautiful is not defined by other people. It dwelled within our heart. It does not matter what other say about you. You can’t please them all. Everyone doesn’t look at you in same way, but only you that can determine who you really are,”

The angel continued “Look at the stones and rocks around the pond they have never care of changing themselves unless human destroy or dig them out to other places. They all look different, and they have never cared of competition and victory, but only human beings who give them value because they, these stones and rocks, are wise enough of not letting the external judgment matter in their existence. Look at the trees in the woods, they have grown up joyfully. When summers come, people admire them as flowers blossom and fruit ripe, and when winters come, those who used to appreciate them cut them down to take them to warm their houses. They don’t try to change themselves as you, but it is the nature that changes them. They really enjoy their live despite the facts that there are so many people admire or disdain them. They are just who they really are. Look at the sky, why is it sometimes darken and sometimes whiten? Because the vapor of water from the ground and the blowing wind that make it darken, but at the end of the day, when the vapor and the wind has gone, it has again become clear and white as they usually be. They don’t need change unless others use their force to change them. Just so you know that the word beauty is not defined by others.”

“You see, little girl. Everything in this universe really acts in a role as they really are because everything is interdependent. You can’t make all things have the same appearances, the same needs, the same desires, and, to cover all, you can’t make all things remain in the same standard. Can you imagine that if people in the whole village want to be chiefs of the village, who will be servants? If all people want to be children, who will become parents? If all girls want to become boys, who will become girls?” the angel gave a little girl a lovely visage and then vanished.

As soon as the angel disappeared, the magical stone told her that she only had one more chance left to transform herself to be another person.

She was surprised with the sound of the gem stone because it had never spoken to her before. Then she remembered that the witch told her not to cry in front of the gem stone; otherwise, something strange would happen.

The girl wiped her tears by the pond then talked to the stone “Now I can have only one more wish. I wish you will transform me to become the one that I used to be. The old me that once I used to see through the reflection of the mirror,”

The gem stone had finally transformed Scarleft to become the old her, and it melted away. The girl then took a step toward the crystal clear water to see her face. She saw her little round face with a big scar. She then smiled back to the reflection and rubbed her big scar softly.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of a horse’s steps. When she turned around to look back, she saw a prince riding a white horse toward her. The prince stepped down from his horse and walked boldly toward her.

“Who are you?” she asked with a frightening voice.

“I am your prince. I have lived and traveled with you for many years, and I love you” the prince replied.

“But I don’t know you, so go away from me, or I will throw these stones to you!” the girl said with doubt with a cross feeling.

“I was the magical stone that you had taken with you from one place to another!” he said.

“How could it be that?” she raised her eyebrows as she said.

“Well, my darling. Ten years ago, I used to be a prince, but I had never felt enough with myself, so I wish I could be something else that people thought it was priceless. At that time, the shining gem stone was the most valuable and sacred possession to my people, so I asked an angel to make me become this thing. The angel said that once I had become the gem stone, I would not be able to transform myself to the prince back, unless I could find the right person who possesses it,” he recalled his past before he became the gem stone.

“The witch gave me to you because she was bored of her immortal life, so she didn’t need me anymore,” he added.

“You have revived me to become the person once I used to be, and you are my destiny,” he continued and proposed her to marry him.

“Oh, don’t say so! I don’t deserve your proposal,” she blushed as she replied with a light smile.

“I love you just the way you are. I love your immortal soul rather than your mortal appearance,” he knelt down in front of her to plea for her final decision.

“I don’t know why I should have been so stupid to change myself,” she sobbed as she bent down to reach the prince’s hands.

A few hours after they talked about the time that Scarleft traveled from one place to another, and the prince told her about how he had been delighted and sad to be with her. They both rode on the horse back to the palace where the prince had left for almost ten years.

After the death of the prince’s father, they became a king and queen and lived in the palace blissfully. Though the queen still remained a long-stretched scar on her face, the king loved her from the bottom of his heart. Twenty years later, they had ten children together and lived happily ever after in the monarchic family.

Avalanche

"Only your grip knowing your heart" 

In early eighteenth century, in a small village located about 15 kilometers from the hip of Switzerland Alps (mountain) there lived a man named Picasso. He was a widower who obliged to raise his only daughter and help the villagers though he had never been elected as a chief of the village because other people thought he always came up with contradict ideas against the elder chief village.  

As the village always threatened by the harsh weather, the villagers could only hunt and grow crops that were resistant to the freezing temperature to keep the whole village from starvation when winter arrived. 

One day, many young people in the whole village were epidemic caused by the spread of a rare disease. Many of them had died very young because there was neither solution nor doctor. One by one had gone, without any solutions, but only drops of tears falling down from those parents whose children had lost their lives.

Three days after the incident, after knowing the new about the outbreak of the disease a man who lived near the village visited them. He told the villagers that many people in his village had some experience in dealing with this kind of fatal disease, too. “Only things that can rescue these youths from death are the magical herbs. They will be able to bring them back to life, but you have to face the trade off, because in order to collect these herbs, you have to climb to the peak of the frozen Alps. Remember, if you don’t risk your life, you’ll have to watch the others die,” he said to the villagers before his departure.


It was an extremely dangerous task to reach the mountain’s top because, in this season, people always gone and never came back due to the unexpected avalanche. Many died had left unseen in their attempt. The snow was thick, easy to slip, and fell down on the risk takers as an unexpected landslide that buried them deep down under the earth surface.


No one in the village dared to take risk, including the village chief, but Picasso knew the only solution and had a great desire to save the whole villagers was to take the journey that might scarifice his life, though his daughter did not affect by this disease. He wanted to save the whole village from the continuous death.  

He needed a man to accompany him in collecting enough amounts of herbs to cure people. Then, he asked his close friend, Shiro, whose son was on the verge of taking his breath. Shiro hesitated because he knew that the journey would be risky. Eventually, he agreed with Picasso’s proposal as he could not bear to look at his dying son and sit without doing anything about it.

Early the next day, they are both began their journey. Picasso looked determined as he wished to bring to light back to whole village. In contrast, Shiro was trembled and out of control. He showed the feeling of discomfort and frighten as he usually heard that people had never turned back when they climbed the mountain in this season. 


They walked about for almost two days to cover about 15 miles before they reached the hip of the mountain. Then, they climbed a steep slope, about one and a half kilometer higher from the ground to reach the place where the magical herbs grew. The wind blew so strong and the snow moved and flew as the white rain raging in the atmosphere. They were surrounded by the white and fuzzy snow and could hardly see each other. The journey was rough and the weather was dreadfully cold that could make them become a solid steel at any seconds, so they some time sip some drops of vodka to keep their bodies warm. 

Fourteen hours had passed, they eventually arrived at the destination where they could see the herbs, but it seemed impossible as the top of the mountain was too steep to climb.

The magical herbs grew only at the peak of the steep mountain. It was difficult to reach. However, with the will power, Picasso had finally been able to pick and throw them down  to Shiro by climbing onto the steep rock using a rope and sharp hammer that could prevent him from falling down. Though Picasso’s face and lips had now been pale, but his spirits were high as he was delighted. After collecting enough magical herbs, he went down wearing a big smile one his face. They both, Picasso and Shiro, both felt as if they were standing under the warm sunlight with a sack of the magical herbs. 

With the joy of their achievement, they had not lingered, as they had to run back home without any hesitations. 

“We finally did it, Shiro! We have saved people’s lives. One thing that I want to tell you is that we were born and we will die, but between the two, in the period of our live lifetime, there are lots things for us to do, to struggle, and to ignite a light. Life is like a drama, and we are a protagonist, so don’t be scared by the fear of failure and the fear that might make your life meaningless, like dust that moves without any destination. You should follow your heart, not your brain,” wearing a big smile on his face and hold the sack on his shoulder, Picasso talked to Shiro and they both had forgotten that there might be a danger in this journey.

“I don’t like the risky task like this. Though it is meaningful to you, but, to me, I was born and raised to fear the nature. I live under the mercy of nature. I would like to let my life goes as it is. It is simple and safe. Most importantly, everybody does the same things as me. Thus, I feel that I am not a stranger to my people and I am not different from them. So we all live and let live,” Shiro replied. 

After many hours walking down from the place where they collected the herbs, they had almost arrived at the hip of the Alps. While Shiro was talking joyfully as he expected to bring a new life to his son, suddenly they heard the sound moving from the top of the mountain as if the sound of the one-side-invading enemy rushing loudly toward both of them. They turned back and saw the pile of snow coming down toward them like a tsunami. Shiro then realized that it was an avalanche. He was frozen and stood still. At that moment, Picasso shouted “run, Shiro!”, but Shiro did not move as he was frightened and did not know what he would manage to do.  Picasso frighteningly ran very fast gripping the sack tightly in his hand and descended to the lower ground. However, it was inescapable. Both of them disappeared. A few minutes later, the quiet sound had revisited, there was nothing left beside the white snow and trees growing on the freezing mountain.  

The villagers had waited for a few days for their return as the many of them were seriously ill, but there was no sign of their return. At least one person died per day, so they could not wait any longer. Then, a dozen of the middle-age men along with Picasso’s daughter whose name Lily decided to look for them. When they arrived at the place where incident took place, they saw only a frozen-right arm gripping a folded paper appeared from the snow ground. 

They immediately removed the body from the ground. 

“It is Picasso!” one of the men shouted with a terrified voice.

They took out the body from the ground. It was Picasso. The sack was full of magical herbs holding on his left hand. He was frozen as a stone, looking pale as a pearl, and his eyes were light green as a shining gem. Though his heart had now stopped beating with his closing eyes, he still looked brave and determined, and gripped the folded paper in his right palm. 

The men dug everywhere around the place where they found Picasso. About ten meters distance from Picasso, some of the men found the body of Shiro who buried down about four meters under the snow. His eyes remained open though his body became a solid like an unbreakable pillar, his eyes shown the sign of regretful and disappointment. Then, the men in the village put Shiro and Picasso next to each other with the sack of containing the magical herbs and the folded paper in Picasso’s hand. 
As tear rolling down from Lily’s eyes, she unfolded the letter and started to read as it wrote:

“Lily, my lovely only daughter, I know that if you have a chance to unfold this letter, I might have already been passed away to heaven. I know you are crying now, but every drop of tear falling down from your eyes is not wasted. It means that you appreciate me as a hero.

Don’t be regretful, my darling. You should be proud of me because life is about struggle. Only this struggling that makes life more interesting. This time I had done something right for the villagers. It is my happiness and joy that I have been longed before the end of my life. Sooner or later everybody dies because we cannot escape from the law of nature. It is the law of birth and death. People will all die one day. But before I die, I have a dream. It is the dream that I can risk my life for the sake of other people.

I remember when I was young. My grandfather told me that “if you want to live in happiness, live for others,” this phrase has always remained in my head. And I swore to myself that, at least, I could do something before I become dust and smoke that melt away.

Life is interdependent. We cannot live alone and enjoy your life, so we have to sacrifice ourselves to bring the positive impact to whole society. Yet, what we have done might be seen as disgraceful and improper to some eyes; despite we believe they are beneficial to us and to the whole society.

Some people might have seen people like me as stupid risk-taker, out-of-the-box, or uninteresting person. However, I don’t allow the words that flow from their mouths hinder my commitment and conviction. Don’t be afraid to do something that you really believe in. Don’t let external judgments glue both of your legs. You should believe in everything that you do that it must bring benefits to the next generation. 

New generations learn mistakes from the older ones. And when they want to change those mistakes, people who used to follow the pattern passing by the older one will recognize the changers as a rebel or disgraceful person. But for those who have introduced something new, always push the society to the next level. First, some people blame it, and then they learn to adapt with it. Then, they regard this change as normal. When another generation emerges, the older one again always starts to complaint. We cannot escape this because it is the universal truth that everything is impermanence. 

I know that you really hurt at the moment, but please remember my words and live the life you believe that is right for you. Life is impermanence, so don’t be afraid the fear of failure.  

I have to say final goodbye to you right now, darling! Please, remember that. I have passed away without any regrets though I have left you alone. But you are not alone at all; you still have you lovely aunt who you can really trust and who will take care of you.” Lily unfolded the letter and wiping her tear from her eyes.

The men from the village took both bodies and the sack of magical herbs to the village as Lily followed them with her heart full of grief and she could still hear the echo of her father’s sound in her head. They buried Picasso next to his wife grave while Shiro was buried on the other part of the churchyard. All people in the village and priests prayed and held the funeral ceremony in the church as they have been done for many centuries.

A week later, those young people in the village, who were epidemic by the disease, had been cured and returned to live in an ordinary life as they once used to and accustom with. 

Flashback

One evening, under the amber ray of twilight sky, while I was looking the view of the city from the hill, the once-upon-a-time memory suddenly ran through my mind. It was the memoir of my childhood. It was sweet, innocent, and fuzzy. While the flashback was moving in the darkening sky, the chilling breeze fetched the voice from the past that I almost thought it had never existed. Well, I did not really know how to describe my feeling at that moment, but my heart responded as it wanted to embrace its best friend because it used to be tamed with this ancient breeze.

My childhood memory began to ask me “how are you? Why do you rarely visit me? I, your past, used to be with you; I miss your smell and smiley laugh. You used to run, with friends and I besides, along with joyful smiles without even know what was going on ahead. When you were sleepy, you fell asleep. If you did not have money to taste cookies, you bagged your mama. You cried when she denied. If you did not want to go school, you pretended that you were toothache. You were carefree and lived just for that moment. Even if you expected something in the future, you saw only beautiful things, green grass, fresh air, blue sky, and sweet candies. You were a happy human being. You knew only what you could see and those things that were around. You liked asking questions and craved for reasons as you were not mature enough. You were blissful because a truly happy person is a half-baked human. Consequences were nowhere in your dictionary.”

 “I still remember the smile on your face. You ran with no clothes on and your mama warned again. You pretended she did not say and continued playing. The rain fell down, but you thought it was the water from the pool. Every moment of that joy and pain was easy to forget and forgive. I mean, when you laughed, you were really happy; when you cried, you meant you were hurt. You were really who you were. At that moment, I was living with you and you lived with nature,” it continued.

“But now you have completely changed, almost like someone that I have never known before. Maybe an alien, I would call. Why do you still keep putting yourself into somethings that you do not belong to?  I know that you are not a happy man at all though you are trying to be as sweet as sugar. You have been spoiled by the ruthless time. You have left me and you do not miss me no more,” it finished and farewell from my ears. 

iSad

October 5, 2011, Steve Jobs, who made countless iProducts for us, such as: iPods, iPhones, iPads, iTunes, and other iGadgets, has left to iHeaven. Ultimately, he left me an extraordinary gift which I would like to call it an iSad.

Though I had been, you know, for last few months, bashing around all Apple’s products, especially the iPhone4 and iPads, because I am a big fan of Samsung products, which are currently the biggest competitor with Apple, Steve is still my truly idol. I feel so sad and sorry of his absence, and I have no more feeling to bash Apple products on the Gsmarena forum. My conviction of hating iPhones and iPads has turned upside down.

Steve became a Buddhist; after visiting India during 70s and had still remained as a Buddhist until his death. He has finally reached nirvana (a peaceful place in Buddhism) or Steve himself might call it "iHeaven". Eventually, he has left the word “i”. In Buddhism, there is no word called “i” or “ego” (anitta) because everything is impermanence (anicca). Thus, to Steve whether the word “i” is yours or not; it is up to you; but in the end it is still not yours. The word “i” is a metaphor of the word “revolutionary” which struggles to shine in the dark and the force of nature.

He has left all of his “i” and has become kalaspa (sub atom) after 56 years of struggling with it. We are all, too, one day will have the same fate as him. I mean become nothing, but nothing.  

However, he has inspired billions to people to learn, live, and shine when they still alive because to him, to have “i” is unique and rebel. Nature has given us a life and life is not different from drama, so during your lifetime why don’t you make this “i”, “me”, “mine”, and “ego” ignites the light before the drama end? Steve might have said [say “i” and let it ignites the light” before the end your life!”]. Ironically, it is an obvious contradict to Buddhism itself!

 I remember the first time when I hold the third generation iPod Nano, I said “Oh my goodness! What an insanely great piece of an electronic device for watching music videos and listening to music!” The device was so adorable that time. Later, I changed to the third generation iPod Touch. It was perfect to use for gambling and watching movie, but sorry, not for sound quality. In 2010, I changed to the fifth generation iPod Nano after a big disappointment of the sixth generation iPod Nano. Apple does deserve the crown. It always move a light-year ahead in terms of designing, user interface, and innovation if compares to its competitors. “i” products are always perfect, unique, and original when it is first introduced to the market.

Well, now it is time to give him a final rest. I do admire him; he is one of my biggest inspirations. Anicca, dukkha,and anitta. I do believe these are the three marks of existence that he wants to hear from me.

Love, 

Chrin Samvisal

William Shakespeare's Birthday

Hi! all of everybody, tonight we are going to celebrate the 446th birthdays for the Bard, also known officially as Sir. William Shakespeare. He is the king, who has inspired countless writers around the globe, by his timeless masterpieces of 37 plays and 154 sonnets. This helped him to become the top ten most influential person in the second millenniums.


Last year, this time in our poetry course, we were very busy in reciting his plays for performing in class, and it was amazing that it still last in our memories today. It was a happy and hard working class even though we cannot absorb entire meaning and some difficult terms in the course; we appreciate the value and beauty of the words. More importantly, the valuable themes of each poem which we have learned. This memory has lasted as the "Daffodils", something that remain, when nothing, but vacant mood.


Hey, everyone, don’t be sleepy because it is time that I am going to introduce my collection of very short prose and poems. I tell you the truth my main concepts here are dark, pessimistic, and harsh because during this month my mind is full of these stuffs. However, I also wrote a few optimistic poems as well. Actually, in the texts that I wrote are non-religions texts, so if you don’t want to pursue the dark thought you can turn away now, but I think Shakespeare is going to like it. For those of you who think they can take it I say please wake up the to Mad Hause, Good Luck to all of you, Happy Birthday Mr. Shakespeare.

I would like to dedicate this occasion to our teacher Mrs. Goswami that she has inspired and pushed us a great deal to pursue our knowledge.

Homecoming

Homecoming, I've seen a lot of changed things. It used to be a place that I've stored my memories deep inside rooted solidly in my soul, but on the other direction, it has echoed loudly from the ground to deny my presence. I said to myself that I have belonged here no more. The more I try to understand its nature; the more I find it hard to figure out. The road is so long to understand the truth yet it’s no doubt of where to go. "It is to go nowhere."


Short Explanations: In this very short prose, I tend to express my internal feeling when I found out that the place, where I used to live, learn, and love, has no longer been a home for my heart; no more nostalgia. It has become so alien to me. Being sad and agony, I cannot adapt myself to a place that it was once called home, which has been now no different from an alien territory. I, then, raise up my right hand and peeped out my middle finger to the signal of last farewell.