Disturbing Time

I have bowed never to discuss politic and religion. Now, what is happening in Myanmar, the combination of politic and religion, has disturbed my thoughts significantly. I have felt this frustration, feeling of helplessness, all my life while living in Myanmar long ago. I am still--- now feeling the frustration and helplessness all over again. I do not understand why. Why??? Why the dictators have to ruthlessly kill and torture people in each and every incidents in the history? Why we, Myanmar, people always just have to protest and die? (If we can see some master minded plan with the vision and mission, something like in the movie "Ocean Eleven", in throwing over the dictatorship, it would be nice. We had "Ye-paw thone gyate" in colonial time. I would love to hear a "Min-ko-naing Fifteen" or something like that.) I am tired of seeing the news like "Myanmar people fight for human rights, and the world is watching". The world is watching??? --- watching for what??? --- watching to see the people got tortured and die again and again??? I guess it is so true that freedom is not free. Freedom comes with the responsibilities and the sacrifice of thousands of lives of innocent frustrated people, great leaders, courageous knights, brave heroes, and in this case in Myanmar, it is even the sacrifice of revered monks. And it is very pathetic to hear the military dictators are saying with the excuse of "to keep peace and order in the country" in killing the people. If they really want to keep peace and order, it is very simple, stop the genocide, and gracefully step down and let go of the power. As simple as that.

listen song here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xQFwtWYhRK8

My moon cake

It's time to celebrate mid-autumn festival again. This year, I have a cute taro moon cake (yes! that's my moon cake in the picture which I took it just right now) rather than a traditional moon cake. It is from Sheng Kee bakery. I love it because the filling of the cake is not too sweet and I just love taro. Speaking of which makes me want to drink warm taro milk tea. Eating moon cake under the moon light, and reciting poems ???? --- just too romantic.

How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
(1806-1861)

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

My Sweet Pea

Second is as charming as
the first one.
Second and the last. My last love ---
who is giving me a bigger heart,
a sense to multiply love, and a sense to multiply light.
Love is infinite.
And with this infinite love,
I love you, my sweet pea ---
Until to the days when the whole world ends.

the image is from www.fabulouskids.co.uk/.../lrg_sweepea.jpeg

Romance

Remembering the days where romance could be everywhere and anywhere. Playing guitar under the moonlight, ---walking in the rain, --- little dried flowers pressed in the diaries, --- falling leaves, ---poems jotted down in the back of the note books, --- a small cup of black coffee, ---a pair of black velvet slipper, --- a distinct ring tone, --- tiny unattractive tea house by the bus station, --- etc, etc.
It is a feeling of youth, feeling of re freshness. It is also a feeling of energy, and the desire to conquer the world. Romance is euphoric, but it defines our lives in a harsh reality. Romance is simple things which become so special in the light of love and affection. It should not poison the soul of the ones being involved in it. Misconception of romance with the poisonous desire is becoming so common that it is so sad to hear those stories. Life would be more peaceful if one can love truly, deeply, madly, and romantically in a small simple ways.

the image is from http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/adc/10093580A~Romance-Posters.jpg

To Become

I hope for finding the courage. Courage to live, courage to fight, courage to smile, and courage to do what is right. Courage to stray away from the self pittyness and the life long fear that has driven to live for the image that would please the people around. Be truthful to yourself and that alone will bring self satisfaction for one's life. Hoping --- one day --- we will find the courage, before it is too late.

Listen Here:

http://www.smashitsusa.com/index.cfm?Page=Audio&SubPage=AlbumDetails&AlbumID=322

Lyrics:

"Let Me Fall (From Cirque Du Soleil)"

by JOSH GROBAN

Let me fall ---Let me climb

There's a moment when fear

And dreams must collide

Someone I am Is waiting for courage

The one I want---The one I will become will catch me

So let me fall ---if I must fall

I won't heed your warnings ---I won't hear them

Let me fall ---If I fall

Though the phoenix may ---Or may not rise

I will dance so freely ---Holding on to no one

You can hold me only ---If you too will fall

Away from all these ---Useless fears and chains

Someone I am is waiting for my courage

The one I want ---The one I will become will catch me

So let me fall ---if I must fall

I won't heed your warnings ---I won't hear

Let me fall ---If I fall

There's no reason ---to miss this one chance

This perfect moment ---Just let me fall

the image is from http://www.zimmerstewart.co.uk/web_images/MT-2005/Falling-in-Pink.jpg