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This guy, Nga Mwe, only has a strong heart. To get love, you need a nice suit. You need a car. You need a house somewhere. Or a nice hotel. You need to wrap it in tissue paper like a cellophane.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eHe was constantly aware of the rope-like thing under his raincoat. And the torn sleeves.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eHe carried his physical ego around like a huge object he hated. (It had been a comforting experience in the British Museum reading room.) But now this body had brought him home.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eHis only feeling was boredom. He was tired of remembering the ugly, ugly events on the park benches. People were talking about how the body had died too soon, but for Craven, that was not a problem to worry about. Not at all.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eHis body still held life. He walked through the golden raindrops to the podium in the park. He passed a tall man in black carrying a banner.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"The bodies that have died will rise again.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eHe remembered a dream. It was a dream from which he had woken up three times. In it he was alone in a great dark pit beneath the earth's surface. Beneath the earth were graves, one after another. From the perspective of the dead, the whole earth was a beehive.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eIn every dream, he realized one terrifying fact: that the corpse's body was not rotting. There were no worms. It was not falling apart and falling apart.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eBeneath the earth, the world was like a huge garbage dump. A huge pile of flesh, blood-soaked, and twisted corpses, all waiting to be resurrected. When he woke up, lying on his bed, he had a vivid memory of hearing great news of happiness after the entire body had been destroyed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eHe slowly walked down the alley. Two pairs of purple-haired people had come out onto the street. They were very weak, long, slender creatures. Their bodies, clad in tight trousers, looked like worms. He hated those creatures. And he hated himself for that hatred. Because he knew it was just his jealousy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eEveryone among them had a better body than him. He was... His stomach was rumbling from indigestion. He felt sure his mouth was stinking. But that... Who was he supposed to tell?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eSometimes... he would look around, look around, and hide, suspicious of his body. It was one of his worst secrets. Don't ask him if he had faith in the idea of ​​resurrecting this body he wanted to forget. Sometimes he would pray at night. (A little bit of religious faith seemed to lurk in his chest like a worm in a hard fruit.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eHis prayer...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"May the body of your disciple never be resurrected, O God.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eHe knew all the little streets along Edway Road very well. When he felt like it, he would walk along them aimlessly. He would squint at his reflection in the shop windows until he was tired.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eSo he immediately noticed the posters hanging outside the disused and abandoned theater on Culpeper Street. This was not a routine thing. Every now and then, the old theater would be rented out for a night by the Takle Bank Theater Company. Or, they would rent it out to show old, battered movies.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eThe theater was built in 1920. It was located about a mile outside the busy area where many theaters were located, so it was not a good place to draw a large audience, so it was probably built by someone who thought that the space could be purchased cheaply, so the cost would be covered. However... no play was ever successful. Later, the entire theater was left with rat holes and spider webs. It was no longer a theater, just a place for amateur musicians to entertain themselves, or for children to watch.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eCraven stopped and read the poster. But even in 1939, there were still optimists. It would have been a very stupid optimist to think that a silent movie would make money from this kind of film. What a \"first for old-time movie lovers.\" Oh, there's no way there's going to be a second one.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eWell... the seats were cheap. He was tired from walking. He wanted to take shelter from the rain. It was worth about a shilling. He bought a ticket and entered the dark theater.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eIn the lifeless darkness, the sound of the piano was flat and dull. He sat down on a bench by the road. He was immediately aware that there was no one around him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eYes, there is no second presentation. On the screen, an old woman dressed in royal robes is rubbing her hands together with a look of deep sadness. Then... she walks over to the edge of the sofa and sits down. There, she sits like a sheepdog, staring into the distance through her messy black hair. One by one, the figure disappears due to the flickering blur of the film. 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I apologized, so the aunt gave me a chocolate.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Son, did you say thank you?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh no... I stepped on his other leg.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There are people in our social circle who are handicapped.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHandicap means a handicap. In games, a handicap is given. If the opponent you are playing against is of inferior skill, you can play with a bishop or knight on your side before the game starts, to compensate for their weakness.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e So I believe there will be justice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt's the same in society. Some people are treated with kindness and compassion for reasons (pity, pity).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e But the problem is that some of them don't realize that people are being lenient on purpose. They become arrogant.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Big bad kids.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI apologized for stepping on my own foot, and I felt sorry for them, so I offered them a chocolate. They stepped on the other foot again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Now...isn't it difficult? In some houses, in some shops...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(I saw a sign saying, \"Don't think that giving in to pain is a bad thing.\" \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI thought, \"But they also get stepped on from time to time.\" And I smiled.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYes. It's true that we have to compromise because we are bad, but who can tolerate it when it happens often? It's all just a matter of taste. A friend of mine read that sign differently. (Don't think that giving in because you are in pain is \"good\")\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He read that and came to me and asked, \"Hey, man... \"Isn't that what you're saying to your father in Chinese?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI thought, if it's what he reads, then he's not bad in his own sense. Yes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The thought of someone who wants another chocolate and steps on other people's feet is childish. I've already said it. Those people are children, childish people.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWho can tolerate them in the long run? The worst is his parents. The rest will surely become disappointed as time goes by.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e But are children difficult?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e They think that just because they can be mean to their parents, they have the right to be mean to everyone else.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003exxx\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf you see this kind of \"childish mind, childish nature,\" everyone needs to come together and correct it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Well... the person being corrected will need to be truly willing to correct themselves.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The most important thing in the world is to have the \"awareness\" to see yourself as you really are, straight and true.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"ပုံနှိပ်စာအုပ်","offer_id":45562335068309,"sku":"","price":1620.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false},{"title":"စာမြည်းရန်အီးဘွခ်","offer_id":45562335101077,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_61a8ed61-58da-49db-999f-607d66dc381a.jpg?v=1730245639"},{"product_id":"မင်းခိုက်စိုးစံ-ကောင်းကင်နဲ့မလွတ်တဲ့တောင်ပံတစ်စုံ","title":"Min Khak Soesan - A pair of wings that never leave the sky","description":"\u003cp\u003eCalm sea or\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e ...................................= Truth Red\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e(A) He is a writer who writes deeply and thoughtfully on modern and postmodern concepts. He is also a final year student at the University of Medicine. However, his appearance does not match the above characteristics, and he looks like a rural elementary school teacher. He is a man of great power.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eIf there were two young people who emerged in the literary world after 1990 who attracted people's attention, they would be Tara Min Wai and Min Khak Soe San. Both of them are writers of both poetry and prose, and they share the same passion for reading and studying international literature and literary theories, and they have walked the same path in the same era. The weakness of our Burmese literary world is that those who write literature, prose, and poetry do not study and pursue literary theories. That is why they have been slow to improve.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eSome young writers of today are trying to overcome these shortcomings. They have not only read and studied, but also written articles on ideological issues. Among them, Min Khak Soe San is at the top. His real name is Kyaw Soe. He has a dark skin and a sweet smile. He is not only simple in clothes but also in behavior. He is always seen in a white T-shirt. Under his thick glasses, he has a pair of narrow eyes. Just as it is difficult to judge the depth of the sea by looking at the vastness of the sea, he is not someone who is easy to find impressive. However, his pen name itself seems to have a difficult character.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eI noticed early on that he had a strange passion for books. No matter who came to my house, he would not even sit down to chat, but would go to my bookshelves and sit down on the floor, picking up his favorite books one by one, and reading them without lifting his head. When everyone got up to go to the tea shop, I would often have to call him from the bookshelves.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eHe was also seen as a person of extraordinary respect and gratitude in the interview with Ma Hay Thi Magazine. I read that he never forgot or forgot the gratitude of those who first paved the way for him to enter the literary world. That is why I was not surprised to see that even my friend Myat Thit Gyi, who rarely shows kindness to others, was so kind to him. (He called him U Lay Sein Than in his interview.) Then... he was the father of Saya Zaw Zaw Aung, and the crown prince was Ko Nyein Aye, and those around him could only be kind to him and take care of him. The one who really made him a great leader was himself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e(B)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eSince ancient times, Yangon University has been a gathering place for student writers. Ko Nyein Kyaw, Anyatama, Pi Tauk (Kalaw), Maung Nyi Lat (Than Lhi Sun), Maung Nantha, Aung Tha, etc., who were active around the year 1970, are no longer here. They have passed away. Zaw Zaw Aung, Maung Pan Hmwe (teachers at that time) and Myat Thit, Maung Tha No, Aung Pyae, Maung Min Ya are still there, but some of them have distanced themselves from the literary world. Later, Nay Oo, The Ko Thet group (sons of writers Maung Ne Win and Khin Maung Htwe (Pyin Mana). Among them, Ko Ko Htoo later became the editor-in-chief of Dagon magazine. At the same time, the Maung Pyae Min, Rama (Bhumi), Shwe Min Thein, and Kyaw Win Maung groups, then stopped their literary activities for more than a decade. After 1990, they re-emerged with renewed vigor. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, the small books of poetry they published transcended university campuses and reached the outside world. Among the many groups, Century Thit Myit Kyung is arguably the most dynamic and the most comprehensive. The books they published often included writers from universities all over Burma. Therefore, I see him as someone who had taken firm steps and boldly chosen the path he would follow before he appeared in magazines.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e“I’m afraid this boy will become the Colin Wilson of Myanmar,” Ko Myat Thit said recently. Colin Wilson, who wrote the book The Outsider, was about 25 years old when he passed away, like Min Khak Soe San. Ko Myat Thit’s passion is to drown in literary theories and weaken his own creative art. (Colin Wilson is not as successful in his own novels as he is in his conceptual books.) We want the young people we love to be gold. We don’t want them to be stone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eHowever, when the group of writers decided to compile and publish his short stories, a considerable number of them emerged, and I was relieved to see that he had not lost any of his artistic creativity.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eThere may be some that he liked when he wrote them but is not satisfied with now. (We often encounter this kind of disappointment when we plan to publish our own works of poetry.) There may also be some that he still likes and appreciates. Before I say what I like or dislike, there is one thing I can say for sure about his short stories. That is that his short stories boldly break away from the traditional short story genre and are full of fresh ideas.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e(C)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eThe term history may be a bit broad to use at the moment. However, it cannot be denied that new social relations, new economics, new politics, new cultures, new ideas and new arts, are clearly evolving even before the term era or the concept of a long period of connection is thought to have existed. (However, there are those who blindly deny this.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eNow, as modern and postmodern literature are being attacked with fear and responsibility, I am proud to see that Min Khak Soe San is a good target.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eI do not believe in the conflict between the old and the new. I have only the task of building what I believe in (the new), and I have never thought that there is a conflict with the old. I am not interested in preaching to those who are trying to melt iron with a straw that is about to die. Craving, pride, delusion, and ignorance will go their own way.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eI think that my younger brother Min Khun Soe San has chosen his own path and walked it with determination and courage. I also think that he has come a long way in a short time. His literary journey ahead may be difficult, rough, and rough. However, there is no doubt that he has the determination, energy, and intelligence to overcome that journey well. 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He doesn't want to possess anything, he doesn't want to conquer anything. He doesn't want to wear shiny crowns of gold and silver.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (He simply believed that a crown was only useful for children to play with.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe heard the door of the room being pushed open with a “khi” sound. He knew that his uncle U Saw Wai had entered, but he didn’t look up (because he was too lazy to look up).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey, Zac, what are you doing sitting on the floor? If you want to sit, you're not sitting on a chair.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'm tired of sitting on something designated as a chair.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHis words made U Saw Wai scratch his head. U Saw Wai looked at his nephew with a look like, \"I don't know if this guy is crazy yet.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey, Zac, stop talking nonsense. I'm not really good at thinking. Just think like him and me.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I think it's simple. It's difficult because we live by rules and formulas. Who named the east \"East\"? Why is the west called \"West\"? Is it because it's a place where people who do the same thing live?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Come on, Zac, don't keep saying that, you were the one who liked that chair in the first place.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Saw Wai lost his nose and spoke in a raspy voice, causing me to laugh out loud.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In fact, about a month ago, he was so excited to get that chair (which is now in his room) that he had first seen it in the art section of a magazine.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe fell in love with it at first sight and called a craftsman he knew to make exactly the same model. He kept cutting and remaking it until he was satisfied, and it took about twelve chairs to get the shape he wanted.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs usual, when I first got it, I would sit on that chair to eat and read, like a child who had just received a new toy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Now I don't know where those crazy obsessions have gone. 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you'd love me like I do.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \u003cstrong\u003eMy blowing kisses in the wind\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \u003cstrong\u003ewaiting....\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \u003cstrong\u003eWaiting for your love.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: right;\"\u003e Abdul, P.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \u003cstrong\u003eDreams to read to your lover\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eThe kisses that blow in the air\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e A love that no one has ever given me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e I give you snow.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e Crucify my heart.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e I was hoping for death,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e I love...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e I only want one thing: for you to love me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e My kisses that blow in the air\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e I'm waiting....\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e I am waiting for your love..\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \u003cstrong\u003eTime after time\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \u003cstrong\u003eYour heart's growing cold\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \u003cstrong\u003eIf you don't believe in believing in my love,\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \u003cstrong\u003eThen how could it be true?\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eLove will always be like this.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \u003cstrong\u003eAnd all I want is\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \u003cstrong\u003eTo get through.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: right;\"\u003e Abdul, P.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \u003cstrong\u003eDreams to read to your lover\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e Time just passed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e The king's heart\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e It just got colder and colder.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e (Believing in your love)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e If you don't believe it,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e What is true love?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e Where will it be possible to come and be there?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e I want (yours)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e The end (answer) is hidden.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \u003cstrong\u003eOne's ring is on your finger.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \u003cstrong\u003ebut my heart is in your hand\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \u003cstrong\u003eDon't worry.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \u003cstrong\u003eI ain't gonna call you or hear you say my name\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eA door slams.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e 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So later I got used to listening to her decision.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eMy dear little girl has never been one to accept someone else's decision. That little girl is a god who can be held back by anything.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e She turned to look at me sharply, as if to say something. Then...she shook her head.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e“Please don’t follow Ko Nyein Teyza. I won’t be heading out to Hledan this evening. I have something else to do.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e I was surprised. Why did he suddenly change his mind?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Where are you going, Ray? I'll take you there.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e I'm dying... why would a guy like me be so modest towards a woman like this?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eI felt a little angry with myself. “Ko Nyein Teyza... will you really take me where I want to go?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Well...I'm telling you the truth, I'll send you.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e Wow...look, I'm weak again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e I said it again, without regret.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e “Tell me... Ray, where do you want to go?” “I want to go to hell... take me with you.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \u003cstrong\u003e*\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eLook, I feel like kicking that girl around on the ground like a soccer ball.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"I can't take you to hell, you have to go yourself.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Huh... you see, I really can't send you.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e I didn't know what to say, I just sat there for a moment, tense. She...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e“Now...stay with me, Ko Nyein Teyza. I'll go. We'll meet again tomorrow.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Hey... I'll tell you where I'm going first.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Oh...it's hard, I left it there on purpose so you wouldn't know. Don't you even understand that?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e I noticed that her gaze and tone were as sharp as the fangs of a demon.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eWhere are you going? 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I want to see it out...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Me\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Don't call me \"problem guy\"...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e For everything that happens\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I have excuses.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There is usually enough.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (Shrug and smile at the world)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The chest of a young man\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Inconveniences\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A little bittersweet\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Some obsessive dreams\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI feel like I can't stand it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A youthful, mixed-up kind of vibe\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I am having fun.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I am\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A barbed wire that trembles.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Coming in front of me\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e To fuck all the girls\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e This barbed wire\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I'm ready and waiting.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Now... what a lovely culture...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e No kidding (I'm just kidding)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I am the one who is called Telay.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I love women.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEven wearing jeans\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A guy who thinks he's not comfortable.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e To all those who think they understand me\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I laughed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Like a house after a funeral...quiet\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Here... a guy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He closed his mouth tightly and smiled (to the world).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e No one understands me....\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e No one understands me....\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e No one understands me....\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"ပုံနှိပ်စာအုပ်","offer_id":45562327105685,"sku":"","price":5400.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true},{"title":"စာမြည်းရန်အီးဘွခ်","offer_id":45562327138453,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_c561c453-b70d-4b21-bcef-80c7bd41d604.jpg?v=1730245719"},{"product_id":"မင်းခိုက်စိုးစံ-ငှက်ကလေးရဲ့သက်တော်စေောင့်","title":"Min Khak Soe San - The Life of a Bird","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e The train has left him behind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eHe was left standing alone in the cramped station of a small town. The steel body of the train, which was gradually moving away from him, seemed to glide smoothly and comfortably. In fact, he was the only one who did not live comfortably.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eThe thought of being alone reminded me that the train was too long. It felt like there was something to do, but there was nothing to do. Is that what life is all about? It's like remembering that there is something to do, but there is nothing to do, isn't it?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eHe felt like he wasn't ready for anything.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \u003cstrong\u003e* * *\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eTwo birds were seen resting on the red tiled roof of the Minka Soe San Station. The appearance of the station, which was the color of oil sludge and brown, seemed to be hiding something among the small diamond flower buds and paper flowers. Red and yellow diamond flowers were scattered on the green grass. Dried pink paper flowers were also seen in bunches.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eHe got off the dirt road near the station. He would have to take something to get into the city. A horse-drawn carriage or a rickshaw, he thought. He didn't know how far he had to go. It was the first time he had ever been to the town. If he hadn't heard the news that his father had been there, he would have said that he had never heard anything about it in his life.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eWell...now it's about time. Let's say it's because of Dad. Well..that's not what I'm saying. Dad didn't tell me to look for me, son..he wanted to go on his own. I was looking for myself. He sighed. Well..so it's because of me that I came to this town, he thought. Hmm...that's not so bad. If it were up to him and his own mind, he certainly wouldn't be looking for Dad. Let him go, Dad, go where he thinks he can get away. Dad, let him find his own peace. He has no reason to call me, in other words, no reason to disturb me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eShouldn't a person be free to choose between himself and his environment? He believes so. The power of a person is limited. At most, he can change the entire environment. It is not easy. He will face opposition. And there will be people like him who want to change the world to their liking. If their preferences do not match his, he will have to compete. To change the world is a matter for very ambitious people. If the world were a lump of clay, they would sell it all together. And when they disagree, let them each throw their own punches. That's it. If that is not possible, the least that can be done is to choose what you like from what is already there without changing anything.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eMy father couldn't do the most. So he did the least he could. He left his family and went off to find his peace. Let him go, what happened?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eThere was only one problem. Mom.., Mom couldn't accept him. In fact, it was Mom who created the environment that Dad didn't want to choose. It was Mom who made Dad go looking for her to drag him back into that environment. He thought it was lucky Dad wasn't a match. If he had been a match, Mom would have filled it with gasoline and lit it every now and then.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eHe saw a rickshaw parked in the shade of a sycamore tree at the end of Myay Ni Street. He walked towards the sycamore tree. When he got close, a rickshaw driver asked, “Would you like to rent a rickshaw, sir?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"I asked.\" He nodded and asked how far into the city. The rickshaw driver...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Give me forty, sir.\" \"You're not used to being rich, are you?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\"How close is it to getting on a rickshaw and getting a seat, teacher?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e Oh my God...is there a lot of gold in this chair?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eHe sat down on the cushion of the rickshaw, which was already covered in coconut fibers. He glanced at the other rickshaw driver. He felt a pang of sadness in his heart that he would be left without a passenger. Now... look, how stupid he is. .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eI'm just making up a story that doesn't have anything to do with it. Well... I'm not the only one who rented both rickshaws. I'm sure I'll have to leave one behind. No need to worry about anything, now... forget it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eThe problem was that he was the only passenger who got off at that station. The rest of the rickshaws had no more passengers. So he would have to go home with an empty seat. His face felt hot as he thought.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eBut when I imagined him riding alone on two rickshaws, one leg on each side, the heat on his face disappeared. Well... that's how it is, sometimes in this world there are situations where it's impossible to help each other. What can I do? I just turned a blind eye.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eWhen the rickshaw she was riding passed by the person who had been left behind, she instinctively turned away. But after a long time, she couldn't help but turn around. She saw the rickshaw driver who had been left behind, sleeping peacefully on his rickshaw, his face covered by a bamboo hat.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eGood. He didn't seem to be complaining about the passenger he didn't get. He didn't seem to be anxiously waiting for something to save him. He didn't seem to be thinking about anything in particular, good.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e He was a little dazed. He had to repair his mind, which was trying to run everywhere. \"It takes a long time to repair broken minds.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\"Sir...are you going to the market?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e The rickshaw driver he was riding asked. Suddenly he didn't know what to say...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e “Well... let's do this. Please send me to a guesthouse. Not a fancy one. Just a small one where I can stay in peace and quiet.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e The rickshaw driver laughed...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\"It's like you've never been to this city before, teacher.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e He was a little surprised...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Hey, I've never been here before. This is my first time. Why?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"I'm looking for lodgings. There's only one inn in our town. Good, average, cheap, or whatever you want to stay in, what's the difference?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\"There's no need to choose. The teacher said, 'Our town is small and small.'\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e He nodded. If that's the case, then his father would be staying in that same dormitory if he were still in town. There's no reason he couldn't find him. He and his father would have to meet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e He thought he would ask the rickshaw driver to make sure...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\"Brother...does your rickshaw stop at the station every day?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Yes...brother, at other times I have to walk around the market and the city. When the train is almost time, I go and wait at the station.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eHe started calling me \"brother\", so the rickshaw driver changed his name from \" \u003cspan\u003eteacher\u003c\/span\u003e \" \u003cspan\u003eto \"brother\". Not bad at all. You might need to get close to this rickshaw driver.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e He unzipped his suitcase and pulled out a photo of his father. He then showed it to the rickshaw driver...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\"Brother...about four, five, or six days ago, did you send this man to the inn you mentioned earlier?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e The rickshaw slowed down. The boy glanced at his face, not at the photo. He saw the panic and worry in the rickshaw driver's eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e The rickshaw driver..\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\"Is your brother from the intelligence service?\" He laughed mischievously.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"No, I'm looking for my father. He got angry and left the house. This is a photo of my father.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eThe rickshaw driver took the photo and looked at it. He looked at his face again. Then he looked at the photo carefully and thought about it, then shook his head.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e “I haven’t seen him, brother.” “So what about the other one?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eI asked, referring to the rickshaw driver who had been left behind at the station. The rickshaw driver thought for a moment, then\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\"I can't tell, brother. There aren't many passengers in our town. Just one or two. I can't see them without seeing them. But if I left the station after I got a passenger, I don't know, brother.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eIt seems like nothing can be calculated in a single step. He has a little difficulty thinking. In life, formulas are useless. School teaches you how to solve equations with one unknown, equations with two unknowns, but in life, school doesn't teach you how to solve problems when all the numbers in the puzzle are unknowns.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eHe could only sit and stare at those unknown numbers. For him, arithmetic seemed to be no more useful than keeping a list of debts.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Brother, can you come to this city by other means than by train?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e The boy was pedaling the rickshaw briskly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e“Let me tell you a little about the location of our town, brother. This is how it is. All the way to the west of the town is the railroad that I came across earlier. 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(Here, high does not mean good, low does not mean bad, or inferior.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eWhat I mean is that the whole culture is not a constant, uniform entity. It is made up of changes and variations. The hills... the mountains... and the plains...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e (2)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \u003cstrong\u003e21. Mountain climbing,\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eWhy do they want to climb mountains that are so high and dangerous that they can live on the ground like me? When I was young, I didn't understand or comprehend the meaning of the act, movement, and action of \"climbing.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eWhy do you climb mountains? What do you do? What are the benefits? I once asked my father. At that time, all his answers were too big and complicated for me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e - To establish a milestone in the individual's private role,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e - To demonstrate high levels of human potential,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e - To allow for the growth of the mind and spirit,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e - To seek new experiences,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e- ... ... ... ... I didn't understand those concepts.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \u003cstrong\u003e2\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong\u003e: \u003cspan\u003e2. Art and Innovation\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e As you get older and come into contact with art, your senses expand, you see new creations, and you experience a desire to create yourself. Ask yourself this question.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eWhy can't we be satisfied with conventional art forms and conventional artistic feelings?\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e In that moment, I understood from a place deeper than my heart the meaning of mountain climbing that I had been curious about since I was a child.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e Modern and postmodern new art forms are emerging powerfully from the cultural landscape.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eThey are hills and mountains. We want to climb those mountains and see them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \u003cstrong\u003e2\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong\u003e: \u003cspan\u003e3. Questions\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eIf someone who has always been on the plains were to ask a mountaineer what it was like, why, and what he gained, he would only get indirect answers. That is, how would you describe to someone who has never climbed a mountain the experiences and sensations that only the mountaineer himself can directly experience?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eA mountaineer cannot pack all the experience, knowledge, feelings, strength, and energy he has gained along the way and give it to you in a bag. He can only give you the best possible translation of the alphabet and words. If you think this is unclear, just go and see for yourself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \u003cstrong\u003e2\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong\u003e: \u003cspan\u003e4. Beneficial, not beneficial.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eSome say that modernism and postmodernism are just fads. They are literary stunts. They will do no good to the world, etc. etc.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e Are these new modern and postmodern artistic creations really not beneficial in any way?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eIn my opinion, art is not a commodity, and therefore has no use value. It does not need to be deliberately displayed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eThose who create new art (before creating an art) do not have a pre-determined place, saying, \"I will write a piece of writing to benefit in some way.\" There is no conscious limitation of feeling. They create art honestly, as it is in the moment when it is created. Therefore, there is no direct benefit.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \u003cstrong\u003e2\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong\u003e: \u003cspan\u003e5. Abandonment\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eThere is no need to feel sad about not being directly beneficial. There is no need to force oneself to do something because one is afraid of being criticized by others (or) because one wants to be considered and recognized as a great humanitarian. They do not do it. New artists are honest. They see and feel reality as it is.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eArt is not something that has to be made into something. It is not something that can be molded into a predetermined shape. Therefore, they have abandoned the rules and molds that say “what is art for?” They no longer accept that anything will limit them (artists).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e2\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong\u003e: \u003cspan\u003e6. If you want to benefit\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e Let's say you want to use art (which is not a utility item) for good. First, you have to transform the art item into a utility item.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eThe most important person to change this is the art lover himself. What things should be used to change? Only by drawing on the brain, reasoning, and courage of the mind that are taught by the experience of each art lover, can art be transformed into a usable material. (Note that feeling is one thing, acceptance is another.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e2\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong\u003e: \u003cspan\u003e7. The main person who feels it\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e The necessary materials (experience, reflection, maturity, life experience, etc.) for such a change are different for each person and reader. Therefore, the form of the material that depends on each of them may also be different.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e This is called the primary feeling.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eSuppose an artist creates a piece of metal. Whoever wants to experience it will experience it. Someone who wants to receive it will want to transform it into a weapon, such as a sword or spear. Another person will want to transform it into a mechanical part. Still another person will want to throw away the piece of metal.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e All are the property of the beneficiary.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eA person who thinks a postmodern art object is useless can throw it away. (It is already his property. If he wants to transform it into a useful object because he wants to be useful, he does not need to ask permission from the creator or author, nor does he need to consult with them. 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Everyone breathes air. Air is essential for every person.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In slang, \"give the air\" means \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"to give up on your lover\u003c\/strong\u003e .\" So I wondered if the word \"lover\" is synonymous with \"air.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMaybe. Just as air is essential for people to survive, so is a lover. A lover and air can be in the same order of time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e And air is easily available everywhere. Would you mind if I treated my lovers as air?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBackbone\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt's a simple definition. Back means back, bone means bone. When you put that together, backbone \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003emeans \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ebacking\u003c\/strong\u003e . It's the money, the organization, and everything else that's supporting you from behind.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There is another meaning in slang.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBackbone means \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ecourage\u003c\/strong\u003e . Do you have courage? I don't have courage, because I don't have Backbone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Some people have good backbone and some have good backbone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCheat\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCheat means \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003edishonesty or deceit.\u003c\/strong\u003e But if you add \"er\" to that word and it becomes cheater, it doesn't make you a cheater or a dishonest person.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn slang, cheater means \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eglasses\u003c\/strong\u003e . I thought about it a little. How does the glasses that cover our eyes relate to the word cheat?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI think it's a bit related. When our views are tainted with ideological colors, we can't see reality as it is and instead (deceive our own minds) tend to portray it through our own prejudices, right?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e We don't see reality. We only see our own prejudices.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDead\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEveryone knows that the word \"dead\" means \"dead.\" But I came across another word in the slang category: \"dead heat \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e.\"\u003c\/span\u003e Dead heat, heat, does not mean \"dead heat.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDead heat means \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eentering the race at the same time\u003c\/strong\u003e . When two boats are racing, or when two people are racing, they enter the race at the same time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I love the word Dead. When you're Dead, your successes and failures, your highs and lows, all come together in one place.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Eighty-Six\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn slang, Eighty-eight and Eighty-Six can be quite confusing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Eighty-eight means \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003epiano\u003c\/strong\u003e .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The meaning of Eighty-six is ​​not 86.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It means \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"nothing\"\u003c\/strong\u003e .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e If someone tells me\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLet's say you were asked, \"What goals do you have?\" I would say, \"86.\" I don't want you to think that there are even 86 goals.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There is absolutely nothing in the TV I call it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFilthy\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe word \"filthy\" means \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"dirty.\"\u003c\/strong\u003e But the way the words are transformed is amazing. If you add the word \"rich\" to the end of the word \"filthy,\" you get the meaning \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\" \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003efilthy rich.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut this only exists in the world of words.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In real society, filthy, dirty, and vile people will not become great simply by adding the title \"rich\" to their names.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A scoundrel is a scoundrel.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eG\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eGreen Light\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Green is \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003egreen\u003c\/strong\u003e , Light is light.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo the literal meaning of Green light is \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“to give green light.”\u003c\/strong\u003e If we were to talk about the secondary meaning, I think we should say \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“ \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eto give permission, to give authority.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e At traffic lights, you are only allowed to drive when the light is green, right?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It's the same now.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e If you get the green light, you can just do it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut the word Green alone has limited meaning.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In slang, Green means \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003emoney\u003c\/strong\u003e .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It seems like a coincidence. In the two English words Green Light (allowed to do something), the word Green (money) comes first. It's a joke, I don't know what it is.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHigh\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe word \"high\" means \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ehigh\u003c\/strong\u003e . Buildings, trees, and mountains are not high. High status is high, and high financial wealth is high.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e But in slang, \"high\" means \"drunk.\" Like drunk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt's a fabrication. \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"High\"\u003c\/strong\u003e and \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"drunk\"\u003c\/strong\u003e are the same word. Who would put those words together?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It's like some people get dizzy when they go to high altitudes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eID\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eID (both capitalized with the I and D) refers to \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ea personal identification number\u003c\/strong\u003e called Identity. An ID is a document that proves who you are, such as a registration card or employee card.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut if you write id (with both the i and the d in lowercase) \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e, it means\u003c\/span\u003e the \" \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eego\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e that exists in your subconscious mind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In fact, your ego (id) is your definition of who you are (ID).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJohn\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Without explicitly taking a woman \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e, a house is set on fire.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":42192441147541,"sku":"","price":2700.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_d3a30d7d-2237-4155-b9c6-132ca331ec48.jpg?v=1730245757"},{"product_id":"မင်းခိုက်စိုးစ-လွမ်းလို့သေသွားတဲ့သစ်ပင်","title":"Min Kham Soe San - The Tree That Died of Longing","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChapter (1)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The lover\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \" \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLight\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He was the first to bring it to Earth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Even though it was a funny experience, it was so sudden that I didn't remember to laugh. I forgot. Then I thought about it and smiled. .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"..the day a little witch came into my life to make the stars smile\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Chan Myay Nyi Nyi wrote in her diary.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe air-conditioned bus was stuffy because it seemed to trap the hot air. It was nice to have a seat, thought Nyi Nyi. However... his seat was not a window seat but was next to the sidewalk, so it was not very comfortable.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA fat man stood next to me, leaning his hot belly on my shoulder, and came along, dozing. As we approached the pagoda sign, the fat man stepped out towards the exit as if he was about to get off.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Well... I'm just starting to catch my breath.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe could see a large crowd gathered at the bus stop. As the bus slowly pulled in, a large crowd of people began to descend from the platform.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He stared at the other side of the window pane.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Is the next stop on the Pagoda Road?” | I thought the scent of ice cream was wafting through the tone of his voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI heard a fresh, cool, sweet piece of music inside me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Nyi Nyi quickly turned around and looked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A yellow girl... (She looks like a young tree with yellow dreams blooming to the tips of its branches).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Is the next stop on the Pagoda Road?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e She asked again. My brother...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Sir...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The girl is crying. My brother...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Ah... woo\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe waved at the girl, looking around for something. His mouth still couldn't speak.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The girl was shocked as she looked at him with wide eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e At that moment, the car braked, causing everyone to lean forward.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNyi Nyi held the front seat with her hand. At that moment, she saw what she wanted on the roof of the car. She stood up and reached for it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e*\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Nyi Nyi held the small bag in her hand and glanced at the yellow tree.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The girl stared at him in surprise.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e*\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNyi Nyi put the betel leaves in her mouth and put them in her bag. Oh... it's just starting to clear up. He... he said to the girl.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Yes... this is the Buddha Road sign, get off... get off.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The girl must have been angry. The bus stop was already far behind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e*\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen the veins on the girl's clenched cheeks turned red with anger... the whole world was covered in roses.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The faint scent of strawberries wafted from her hair. Her beautiful black eyes were like a candle lit with honey.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The light filled the space.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e*\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI saw two books sticking out of her bag with red flowers in it. One had Pali, Oriental Studies, and Yangon University printed on the cover, and the other was an astrology book written in English.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Look... what kind of girl is she?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I remember it a little strangely.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e*\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHis gaze suddenly drifted to the left hand holding the bag.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I quickly turned my face away and then just held that one hand..\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I looked carefully again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The soft, pale skin was as clear as a kitten's eyes. I could see the tiny green veins.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe palms of her hands were elegantly curved. 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In the shell world,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e the relationship between knowledge\/awareness and the “power” that receives, criticizes, refines, reflects, and expresses that knowledge\/awareness is very orderly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFor example, if you see a chair, the concept of “chair” becomes the “knowledge” that motivates you. You accept this “knowledge.” Then you think and criticize. “This chair is dirty,” “This chair is out of proportion,” etc. Then you think and reason why it is dirty, because the owner didn’t wash it, why it is out of proportion, because the carpenter is bad, etc., and so on.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e1\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e: \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e2.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e Therefore, when that knowledge is expressed, the body of the words, sentences, and texts becomes that “systematic nature.” Let’s refer back to the example above. Suppose a writer writes down the knowledge of seeing that chair.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"This chair is dirty because the owner didn't wash it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis chair \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eis dirty\u003c\/span\u003e \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ebecause the owner didn't wash it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Perception, perception, perception, perception – according to plan\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Disclosure of knowledge -—Organized\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e1\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e: \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e3\u003c\/span\u003e .\u003c\/strong\u003e Those who want to maintain the quality of “orderliness” in the expression of this knowledge, in order to ensure that it is always in order, have tried to determine the rules, systems, metaphors, and values, and to determine the grammatical rules and structures, and to classify and name and enact laws regarding the form and content of art objects, and to control the flow and nature of knowledge\/consciousness from the art object to the person who experiences it. For example, what “knowledge” does the art object provide? To whom is it provided? How is it provided? What “knowledge” should be provided? What “knowledge” should not be provided?...etc. They have tried to determine precisely. They have also decided.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e1\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e: \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e4.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e In making such decisions, they have even started using artisanal and laboratory-style measurements.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhat is the nature of the art object? Is the artist able to reflect his or her own thoughts in the art object? If so, can he or she create an image that is visible to the public? What is the truth of that image? How true is it? For whom is it true? Whose side does it stand on?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e For example, if you have to\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSuppose an artist creates an artwork based on the feeling of a cow.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Are the letters he writes, the paintings he draws, the sculptures he makes similar to cows? If so, to what extent? For what reasons? For whom were they created? For butchers, for farmers, for landowners, etc.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat's why I said above that it's a craftsman-like, laboratory-like analysis.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e1\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e: \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e5\u003c\/span\u003e .\u003c\/strong\u003e In this way, over time, one becomes accustomed to it and one's mental state becomes subject to theories, rules, and artistic traditions (whether subtly or visibly).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOnly then did the above rules and theories emerge, expanded, modified, and then the framework was put together, and the systematic historical pattern of art began to emerge.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e1\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e: \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e6.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e Throughout history, the framework has been gradually expanded and modified according to the artist's wishes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e How wide can it be expanded?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e How quickly can it be expanded (at will)?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e1\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e: \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e7. Exception\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThose who are accustomed to the orderliness of tradition and cannot separate themselves from it will not think much about it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Now I have the freedom to create the art I want to create, however I like. We don't consider any boundaries, we create purely with artistic intent and emotion.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey often say that. They will say that again. However, if you look at the art they create, you will only see things that do not go beyond the framework. Sometimes you will see things that slightly expand on the tradition.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey may be free to create their own. But their senses are tied to the limitations of the frame. They are being influenced by the frame without even realizing it. When you have to carry that weight all your life, you don't even think it's heavy. If that weight is even slightly lightened, you will remember that you are free.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWe won't consider the amount of \"a little\" as a \"small amount.\" We'll think about it in detail.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e1\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e: \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e8.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e Let me say it again. How far can these boundaries be expanded? How fast can they be expanded (whenever they want to be expanded). Why do we say “how fast”? The world is changing rapidly. As it is changing, can we understand the essence of the world in time?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e1\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e: \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e9.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e In a rapidly changing world, artists observe every “moment”,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e What is that “little while”?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe past...\u003c\/strong\u003e the past is something that may have been known or that happened as if it were known.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The future... the future is an endless and uncertain thing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA moment\u003c\/strong\u003e is a thread that connects the past and the future.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEach of those “moments” is like a single word in a sentence. A sentence composed of these “moments” is a continuous sequence.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":42192505831573,"sku":"","price":1980.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_512bb391-94db-4599-b611-04a48a60fcd6.jpg?v=1730245785"},{"product_id":"မင်းခိုက်စိုးစန်-သုည","title":"You are my enemy - Zero","description":"\u003cp\u003e (A)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e Because of them both...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e The whole classroom was filled with laughter...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e The entire room suddenly fell silent as Teacher U Hla Sint entered the classroom unexpectedly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eNot only was Saya U Hla Sint the administrator of the school, but he was also a kind and good teacher, so all the students respected him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e Teacher U Hla Sint stood in front of the class and tapped the blackboard with the wooden handle of the blackboard. Then...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\"Now, those two monsters in this class who are ruining my tutoring reputation... get up.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e Everyone knew that Teacher U Hla Sint's words were referring to \"Chan\" and \"Di Waing\" who were sitting at the back of the class, so all the students sitting in front turned around and looked towards the back of the class where the two were.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eChan and the others also stood still (as if looking behind others) and turned their heads to look behind them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e Behind them is a brick wall.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Those two... who else is there besides you? Why are you looking back? Get up... I'm talking to you.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e At first, this group stood up with a frown.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e“I am not a demon, sir. My name is (DIVINE). DIVINE means power. It means “spirit”. This guy’s name is `Chan Chan’ which means “demon”. This guy is really evil... Sir, just call this account, sir.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e At the sound of this group's words, Chan, who was standing next to him, quickly folded his arms and stood up.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\"Sometimes, spirits are not so bad, sir. This guy is a spirit, but he causes trouble for people. I am not guilty. My father and mother told me, \"You clever son. You clever son, you are just fooling around.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Yes, of course. The whole family surrounded Chan and blew on him... His face was covered in saliva.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\"Be quiet... Whether you are a spirit or a goblin... you\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Both of them are the same in causing me trouble... Both of them are monsters... Come... Come to the front of the class.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e Chan Kaw, the two of them, with their heads bowed, shuffled to the front of the class.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e Teacher U Hla Sint walked towards the bakery on the other side of the tuition room.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Don't worry... come here for a moment\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Yes, sir.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eWhen Teacher U Hla Sint called, Tin Tin left the bakery for a while and staggered into the tutoring room. Tin Tin was too fat to walk quickly. His whole body moved only as if it were rolling.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eHer cheeks were chubby and she always smiled, which made her students love her very much. Before going to class, they would buy snacks at her shop and make fun of her big, round body.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eNow that Chan and Dee Waing have left, all the students are speculating that Tin Tin will complain to Teacher U Hla Sint.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e When Tin Tin saw Chan and Di Waing standing in front of the class, he immediately...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"They're just two people... teasing me.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e Sayar U Hla Sint turned to Chan and the group and...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\"Now. Tell me, what if you two call Tin Tin \"Big Sister\"?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e At those words, the whole room burst into laughter, looking at Tin Tin's big, puffy face.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e This circle...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"It's not my fault, sir. This guy... because of Chan, he forced me to call him that.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eSaya U Hla Sint turned to Chan. Chan was rolling his eyes with a very respectful expression. Then...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e“That’s right, sir. I’m just saying this with the intention of letting this guy know about Burmese spelling. Hey, this guy… This group of people called Tin Tin “Ama, “Ama” so much that I explained that the term “Ama” is used to refer to male and female animals.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Well, try it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e“If you call me older than you and treat me like your sister, the spelling is wrong, sir. The correct spelling is “sister” with “s” and “brother.” I explained this to the group with the intention of making it clear, and then, as the spelling sounds, I asked you to call me “big sister.” I didn’t mean “big sister, big sister.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eChan's explanation, which was so eloquent, caused the entire room to burst into laughter. Teacher U Hla Sint himself wanted to laugh, but he deliberately kept his face straight and...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Aw... you want to make me a fool too... right?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e “No, sir, what I said is correct... If you don't believe me, ask your Burmese teacher.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\"Aye... Now you two have experienced my style firsthand, come on... Two bitches... Come on, I swear... I'll kill you like a dog...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Khup... Khup\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e Sayar U Hla Sint used his large fist to smash the horns of Chan and Dee Waing's heads, making them ring loudly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eThe faces of the people around Chan Kao were grimacing and they hurriedly rubbed their hot heads.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e They were so fond of their teacher that they didn't dare to complain. They didn't dare to make a sound. They were crushed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e Teacher U Hla Sint said..\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Now... I'm sorry, teacher... I'll discipline my students. I can't let this happen again, now... those two.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eChan Kaw, this group of people quickly apologized to Tin Tin. When Tin Tin returned, Sayar U Hla Sint turned to the two of them and...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"You two bitches, you can't be given anything except to read in class... You troublemakers, you follow this person in class, you tease that person... and then you bully each other.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\"You're still here. Go back to your own place. Study. If you don't get more than 90 points in the upcoming monthly exam, I'll kick you out of my tutoring... Do you understand? This is your punishment. Now... go.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e When Chan and the others had returned to their seats, Teacher U Hla Sint looked at the entire class with one eye and said,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e“Now... as all the students know, the purpose of establishing this tutoring school is to cultivate and produce good students who are both talented and clever, even though they may not be able to do so at the big schools.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eThe teacher paused and looked at his students closely, as if observing them. Then...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e That's why... 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(He became a very famous tutor around 2000 and died young and successful. In his entire life, he only finished composing one song, \"Pit Tain Thaung Lay Puto To.\")\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWe need to live close to Yangon to do the art we love. Oh...and the rent would be cheaper.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e What would happen if we rented a house with only rooms? We could go to the bathroom at any time of the day or night, dong dong din din woo woo woo woo woo.....\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAlso, our group is constantly inventing and doing some crazy, eye-catching things that we don't know anything about.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e So, they rented a small, ramshackle wooden house in this neighborhood, not in the city, not in the forest.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn our group, there was a young man who had no job, no passion for art, and no connection to art.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e His name is Po Saw.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Po Saw's talent is also unique. He would add this account to any crowd...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Something confusing has already happened.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn a crowd, in pairs, or in groups of three.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Even when he's alone, he's always confused by his own thoughts.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Po Saw's ideas are also amazing. They are deep enough to touch.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He asked me once...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Po Saw said.. “Kyaw Soe” “Hey...what happened again, Po Saw?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I've been wondering, is the Buddha's blood type A, B, AB, or O?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Now...his philosophy is...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Ha...poe sawara, you are a great sage. When the Buddha was born more than two thousand five hundred years ago, the knowledge of blood group classification had not yet emerged.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ePo Saw let out a frustrated \"sigh\" and scratched his head and back...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"No, I'm thinking that the Buddha is a very special and noble person. I'm thinking about whether the blood flowing in the body of such a special and noble person can be the same type as the blood in the bodies of ordinary people. Aye...how can you understand this?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Kyaung Soe, I will have to find and ask the wise men who are fully versed in worldly knowledge.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I have become a big idiot with incomplete worldly knowledge. I have become weak and weak while sitting on my own. My life has become so bad.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Po Saw just got away with it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e * * *\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOnce, I went to ask Ko Sint Thu. (I don't remember if Ko Sint Thu was a tutor in the Burmese Department at that time or not.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Grandpa Saw stroked the sparse beard on his chin... \"Oh, tell me.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ko Sint Thu, who was leaning against the wall and practicing his guitar, raised his eyebrows.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Huh...what, huh, old man...what?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKo Sint Thu was also a little intimidated by Po Saw's sharp ideas.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Po Saw was pacing back and forth on the rickety floor of the small three-story, two-room house...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Ko Sint, when the vowel is dropped in Burmese, don't you have to add \"မှ\" and \"မှ\"? For example, \"He went to school,\" \"He was dreaming,\" etc.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Well......yes...yes, Grandpa Saw, why?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Tell me what the difference in meaning is between ' \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ethat\u003c\/span\u003e ' \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eand 'that'.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e This question made Ko Sint Thu's eyes turn blue. He was already quite upset.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen Ko Sint Thu is in trouble, he does what he does best: he purses his thick lips, bats his eyelashes, and makes a low, piercing sound...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Heh...heh...that's...not too far, old man.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Grandpa Saw frowned. Then\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"If the meaning is the same, why bother with two words? Just remove one, it's easier to memorize.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ko Sint Thu's eyes widened. Po Saw continued, remaining steadfast.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Yes, I am giving advice to future young students with all my heart. When Ko Sint becomes a professor of Burmese, I will remove the “မ” (မြ). It looks crooked and twisted. Remove it.. you know?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I...I don't think I have that much power.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ko Sint Thuy doesn't know if his life is because he is weak. He tries to answer timidly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e But Po Saw was stubborn.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Huh... why do you need to have power? The people who invented the Burmese language are just \"people\" like you. If their way of doing things doesn't work, you have to be brave enough to fix it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It's still \"roaring\" like that.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Oh my.... He's still alive and kicking with his convictions. Ko Sinthu can't even play the guitar anymore.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI just keep my eyes open and stare at the old man. That's all I can do, isn't it?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e * * *\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The artist is clear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e If Po Saw brings up a problem, he'll scold you when you're angry, say something you find offensive, or give you something to eat to make you feel better.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere is no more space at home, so if you want to draw, you have to go to the corner of the yard, under the mango tree, where the bathing tank parts are placed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Po Saw also went to that place and was confused. “Here, Ko Pho Mo, I have something to think about.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe painter, who was just beginning to draw, glared at Po Saw, clenching his teeth. 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By the light of the flashlight, Harry was writing a\u003c\/span\u003e \u003cspan\u003eschool essay, \"Explain the Bastards of the Fourteenth Century Crucifixion and Burning of Witches.\u003c\/span\u003e \"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eHarry, thinking he had found the passage he was looking for in the thick leather-bound book, put down his pen. Pushing up his round glasses that had slid down his nose, Harry held the flashlight up to the book and read.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eDuring the Middle Ages, non-magical humans (commonly known as Muggles) were particularly afraid of witchcraft. Therefore, if they were known to be witches, they would be arrested and killed. However, real witches were rarely caught. Even if a real witch was burned, it would not be effective. A real witch would have already mastered the spell to freeze fire from the very beginning. Therefore, when they were burned, they would pretend to scream and scream, while in reality they were already enjoying the burning sensation that was burning in their minds. A witch named Windlin enjoyed the feeling of being burned so much that she was recorded to have herself caught and burned in various places and in various forms no fewer than 47 times.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eHarry bit the quill between his teeth and reached for his pillow and a roll of parchment. Then, quietly opening the inkwell, he dipped the quill in ink and began to write. He had to stop writing often and listen to the noise outside. He was afraid that if any of his uncles, aunts, and cousins, the Dursleys, woke up to go to the toilet and did his homework, Harry would be punished by being locked in a cupboard under the stairs for the rest of the summer.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eCurrent residence: No. 4. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and their son Dudley, who live in Privet Drive, are Harry's only living relatives. They are ordinary Muggles who do not practice magic. They also have a medieval ideology that hates and despises witches. Harry's parents, both deceased, were witches, and their names are never mentioned under the Dursley roof.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eAunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had been trying to erase the magical gene from Harry's blood for years, ever since they first found and adopted the newborn Harry Potter on their steps. But they had been so angry that they had failed. Harry was now studying witchcraft at Hogwarts, a school of witchcraft and wizardry that he had passed his first and second years. All the Dursleys could do now was lock up Harry's spell books, wand, cauldron, and broomstick when he returned home during the summer holidays, and forbid him from talking to the neighbors.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eKeeping the spell books was a big problem for Harry, because the teachers at Hogwarts gave him a lot of homework to practice during the school holidays. One of the homework assignments was an essay about Professor Snape's (Harry's least favorite teacher) shrink potion. If he failed to do it, Professor Snape would happily punish him for a month.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eSo Harry seized the opportunity that presented itself during the first week of the summer holidays. While Uncle Vernon and the family were all going down to the front garden to look at their new car (it was so noisy that they were noticed from all over the place), Harry slipped downstairs, unlocked the cupboard, and retrieved some of his books. He then hid them in his bedroom. As long as he didn't stain his bedsheets with ink, the Dursleys wouldn't know he was studying for his magic lessons.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eAt the moment, Harry wanted to avoid anything that would upset Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia as much as possible, especially since they had recently had a problem with Ron Weasley's phone call to Harry.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eRon Weasley was Harry's closest friend at Hogwarts. Ron's entire family was of pure wizarding lineage. As a result, Ron knew a lot about the wizarding world that Harry didn't. On the other hand, Ron had never been to the human world, so he knew nothing about human objects. Ron had never even used a telephone in his life. Unfortunately, the one who picked up the phone Ron handed him was Uncle Vernon.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\"Vernando Dursley speaking.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e At that moment, Harry happened to be in the room, and he heard Ron's voice screaming loudly through the telephone receiver, and his whole body went stiff.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Hello, hello, can you hear me? \u003cspan\u003eI want to talk to Harry Potter.\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eRon, who had never spoken on the phone before, shouted into the phone, and Uncle Vernon jumped up in surprise and quickly moved the phone about a foot away from his ear. A flash of anger flashed in his eyes, and he shouted, \"I'll shout back as he shouts,\" \u003cspan\u003eand with an indomitable spirit, he put the phone to his mouth.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003e\"Who are you? Where are you from? \u003cspan\u003e\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e Ron still thinks that a telephone is a device for shouting, so he speaks loudly...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"Ron Weasley\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e Ron and Uncle Vernon were like people walking up and down the football field, talking.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"I'm Harry's friend from school.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eUncle Vernon's two small eyes darted to Harry. Harry stood there, still. Then Uncle Vernon held the telephone out in his hand as if it were about to explode.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"There is no Harry Potter in this house. I don't know about the school you're talking about. Don't ever call me again. Don't come near my house. That's it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eThen he dropped the telephone as if shaking a poisonous spider from his hand. Then he turned to Harry and...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e “I gave this home phone number to you, you... to people like you, right?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003e \"It was like Harry was being spat on in the face with a splatter of saliva.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eRon seemed to know that Harry was in trouble when he called. He didn't answer the phone again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eBesides Ron Weasley, there was another student at Hogwarts who was Harry's classmate. She was the most intelligent in the class, Hermione Granger. She also didn't contact Harry at all. It seemed that Ron Weasley had warned her in advance. Hermione Granger was a normal Muggle, so she had no reason not to use the telephone. She was also a very smart girl, so if Uncle Vernon answered the phone, she would probably think that she wouldn't mention Hogwarts.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eNow that none of them had contacted him, Harry had been cut off from his other witch friends for five long weeks. There was one thing: Harry could get a letter from his owl, Hewitt. Uncle Vernon had let Hewitt fly out at night because the sound of her flapping wings and hooting in her cage kept Uncle Vernon awake at night.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eHarry paused after writing about the Mad Hatter, listening to the sounds. The house was silent in the darkness, except for Dudley's occasional snoring. It was dark. Harry's eyes were heavy with sleep. He thought, \"I'll finish this homework tomorrow.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eHe put the inkwell, flashlight, and textbook back in their usual hiding place, got out of bed, and reached for the clock on the bedside table.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eIt was just after midnight. Suddenly Harry felt a pang of panic. Today was his thirteenth birthday. He had been thirteen for exactly an hour. He hadn't noticed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eAmong the many things Harry had never expected in his life was a birthday present. He had never received a single birthday card in his life. The Dursley family was no exception. It was a tradition to ignore Harry's birthday.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp\u003eHarry walked past the empty cage, which was empty of the owl, to the far end of the dark room. Then he pushed open the window. The cool night air brushed his face pleasantly. The owl had not returned for two nights, including tonight. But Harry wasn't worried. 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He could see the alert faces, ready to absorb everything he saw on his journey.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKrazin pulled the collar of his raincoat tighter and walked on, feeling bitter inside. Today had been a terrible day for him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs he walked along the park path, I felt naive. If you want love, you have to have money, right? For this guy, to win the love of a person with a strong heart, you need a nice suit. You need a car. You need a room somewhere or a nice hotel. You also need milk wrapped in cellophane.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was always aware of the rope-like thing under his raincoat. And the torn sleeves.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He had to carry his body and ego like a huge object he hated.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(It had been a pleasant stay in the British Museum reading room, but this body had brought him home.) His only feeling was boredom.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI'm tired of remembering the ugly and beautiful things that happened on the park benches. People are talking about how the body died too soon, but for Craven, that's not a problem to worry about. Not at all.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHis body still held life. He walked through the golden raindrops to the podium in the park. He passed a thin man in black carrying a banner.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"The dead will rise again.\" He recalled a dream. It was a dream from which he had to wake up three times. In that dream, he was alone in a vast, dark pit beneath the earth's surface. The earth was filled with graves, one after another. From the perspective of the dead, the entire earth was a beehive for them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn every dream, one terrifying fact is revealed. It is that the body is not rotting. There are no worms. There is no disintegration and destruction.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBeneath the earth, the world was like a huge garbage dump, a pile of corpses, bloodied, swollen, and swollen, waiting to be resurrected. When he woke up, he lay in bed, his entire body destroyed, and then he remembered hearing great news.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe slowly walked down the street. Two pairs of yellow-haired people had already come out onto the street.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey were very weak, long, slender creatures. Their bodies, dressed in tight trousers, looked like ants. He hated them. And he hated himself for that hatred. Because he knew that it was only his jealousy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEveryone among them had a better body than him. He was... His stomach was churning with indigestion, and his mouth was full of rotten food. But that, he... Who should he tell what to?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSometimes, he would look around and hide, doubting his body. It was one of his worst secrets.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDon't ask me if I have any real faith in the resurrection of this body that I wanted to forget... Sometimes I prayed at night.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (A tiny bit of religious belief seems to be hiding in his chest like a worm in a hard fruit.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e His prayer\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"May the body of your disciple never be resurrected, O God.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe knew all the little streets along the Edgware Road very well. When he felt like it, he would walk along them aimlessly, squinting at his reflection in the windows until he was tired.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo he immediately noticed posters hanging outside the disused and abandoned theatre on Coolfield Road. This was not a routine thing, but every now and then the old theatre would be rented out for an evening by the Takle Bank Theatre Company. Or they would rent it out to show old, battered films.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe theater was built in 1920. It was located about a mile outside the crowded theater area, so it was not a good place to entertain a large audience, so it was probably built by someone who thought that the space was cheap and that it would be worth the cost. However, no play was ever successful. Later, the entire theater was left with rat holes and spider webs. It was no longer a theater for amateur musicians to watch and for the entertainment of the audience.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCraven stopped and read the poster. Oh, and even in 1939, there are still optimists. It would be a very stupid optimist to think that a film like 'Silent Cinema' would make money. What a \"first time for old-time movie lovers.\" Oh, there's no \"second time.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWell, the seats were cheap. He was tired from walking, and he wanted to get some shelter from the rain. So—it was worth a shilling, so he bought his ticket and entered the dark theater.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the lifeless darkness, the sound of the piano was dull and mournful. He sat down on a bench by the road. Suddenly, he noticed that there was no one around him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYes, it is... There can be no second presentation. On the screen, an old woman dressed in royal robes is wringing her hands over a matter that is weighing on her heart. She walks over to the next room and sits down. There, like a sheepdog, she sits, staring into the distance through her tangled black hair. One by one, the figure disappears due to the flickering spots on the film. Since it is a silent film, the subtitles start playing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“A Montpellier woman, betrayed by her lover Auguste, thinks of ending her suffering.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs he got used to the darkness, Craven's eyes began to see the benches. The audience, not even twenty, was filled with couples, some of whom were leaning their heads against each other, chatting. There were also some who were alone. Like him, they were wearing only a cheap raincoat.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThose people, leaning on their chairs, looked like corpses. Craven's mental image returned. A fear that ached like a toothache, he thought uneasily.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI'm going crazy. Other people don't feel like that... The abandoned theater's setting reminded me more of the endless, dark tunnels where corpses lie waiting to be resurrected.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Augustus had the servant yell at him to bring more wine.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA middle-aged Chinese movie star suddenly appeared, hugging an old woman, and the sound of the spring graduation song came out in a nonsensical way. The scene at the end of the movie became a blur of indigestible images.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the darkness, he felt someone approaching the bench where he was sitting. The person brushed his knee.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A small, thin person.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs I watched the thick beard brushing against the man's mouth, I felt a sudden sense of unease. The stranger sat down in the adjacent seat and let out a long sigh. The events on the screen were\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey are moving rapidly. Pompeia has already committed suicide by writing a note. (Craven thinks she committed suicide.) Even as Pompeia lies still, the small and large sobs she makes look so beautiful. Her servants are weeping around her.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA breathless, low voice came close to Kraven's ear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What happened? Is that woman sleeping?\" \"No, Thane Taw.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Did he get killed?\" the voice asked, with keen interest.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I don't think he was murdered, he just stabbed himself.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNo one was there to interrupt them, saying, \"Shut up, shut up.\" Because no one was interested in the movie. There were people sitting in the empty seats, their heads hanging in frustration.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe film is not over yet. The story will probably continue for generations to come, he thought. The bearded man sitting next to him seemed to be interested only in the scene of Pompeii's death in the film. For him, it was the scene he saw as soon as he entered, so it must have captivated him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Coincidence,\" he was heard repeating the same word twice. The man continued to speak in a low voice, barely audible to himself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Think about it, it's absurd\" and then... he continued.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Without a drop of blood,\" Craven didn't listen to him. He was watching the events unfold on the screen, his hands clasped between his knees. He was watching them with the look of someone who had seen many such incidents before. He felt that his own danger was driving him crazy. He would have to take a day off and go see a doctor.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(God only knows what kind of germs are circulating in his veins.) \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43141012848789,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_f69080a4-72d2-4822-ac2b-78c09ee8b099.jpg?v=1730274151"},{"product_id":"မင်းခိုက်စိုးစံ-ကမ္ဘာဦးရည်းစား","title":"Min Khan Soe San - The First Lover","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Throughout my childhood, I sat by the window of a small attic, silently yearning for the sunshine and the breeze, the scent of flowers and fruits...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI'm a weak girl... Ko Ko.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I was... too weak to show myself as tall as a pyramid. I was too weak to show myself as sharp as a thorn on a rose. I was too weak to show myself as flowing with my dreams like a river... Ko Ko.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e``Oh... I was a bad person at everything.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e That's why no one paid attention to this poor, poor girl called 'Humongsak Wanyo'... Yes, of course... I was unlucky.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy father and mother themselves forgot to acknowledge me with love. When I was in school, all those who I considered friends refused to acknowledge me with warmth...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Me....\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAll my childhood, I spent my time sitting by the window of my small house, gazing at the scenery outside. I secretly loved the little rays of sunlight that crept in through that window, and I secretly kissed the little breeze that carried the scent of flowers and fruits,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen the winter snows and fogs come, for me, the fairy dreams of the city of dreams come clattering through that little window...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThose sweet winter dreams were like precious Christmas presents wrapped in red paper for me as a child (during the bad Christmas season when everyone around me forgot to give this little girl anything).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOh my... That was my childhood... The weather was so bad.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e ... For me, the arrival of winter is so quiet...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe mysterious atmosphere of the night, the sounds of the night, the darkness, the old station with its lanterns, the black steam locomotives pulling in,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI can't say I've seen those scenes in movies about the Middle Ages in Europe... For me, the arrival of winter is like a long, silent train slowly entering a dark and gloomy train station...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It's a cold winter night...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhile other children were happily playing in the moonlight on the street... this outcast girl was biting her lip tightly and crying silently in the darkness.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe scent of the mountain ash flowers drifted gently in the north wind, and every now and then I could smell a faint, blue, damp, and slightly bitter, reminiscent aroma.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The smell comes from burning piles of dried leaves...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eGrandma was burning the garbage she had gathered from the yard, the dry leaves, and every now and then she would poke the fire with a stick to stir it and adjust the fuel.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI sat by the fire, watching the white smoke billowing into the winter night sky. I could hear the crackling sound of the dry leaves burning. The snowdrops falling from the eaves of the house made small depressions in the sandy ground...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hey...\" I heard a group of kids my age from the playground shouting happily.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e My chest hurts...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In the evening... I imagined the scene of the game again. Yes. In the evening...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey were playing in a row on the street. “They...' I mean the kids on the street who were my age.... The fourth, fifth, sixth graders who were a little older than me... and then there were two or three girls on the other side of the street.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNo one paid any attention to me, who was standing at a distance, watching them. (A girl who was allowed to leave the house only occasionally was a complete stranger to them, and very interesting.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Come... come and play with us,\" no one even remembered to invite them, and it's possible that they deliberately forgot to mention it while they were still in the know...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI watched them play from a distance, stroking my heart again. I easily understood the game of cards they were playing, and my desire to play became even greater...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere are barriers on the ground. The advancing team has to cross from the top to the last one. Each team member in each line is responsible for catching anyone who crosses their line, while the advancing team has to run around and around to avoid being caught.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt's not enough to just cross the last line, you have to go back and cross the first line that started from the last. This time, you can safely return to the front and call it 'Aung Lan Thu' and win a game...,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt's so much fun to watch them play. When they're caught... when they're caught... they're caught. There's a 'hot rice noodle' line on the side. Sometimes, while running around and running around, they'll step on that line and lose, saying, \"The rice noodle is hot.\" Isn't that funny?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo.. I hesitantly approached them... and finally, with a last-ditch effort, I spoke.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “I want to play too.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e They stopped playing and said... wow... They looked around at me with their green, bitter eyes...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"You know how to play?\" \"We're already full.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Don't put him in our team... If we lose because of him, we won't take responsibility.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Unwanted voices, an atmosphere of distrust, and darkness... I felt like I was half-dead, wanting to turn around and run away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There... an older girl who seemed a little compassionate...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"He'll want to play too... Let him play, just let him eat and drink.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes... yes... he said, \"Rice, meat\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI didn't understand the term \"rice, meat, and vegetables.\" I just thought it was a random thought. I was overwhelmed by the realization that I had the opportunity to play with them, and I suddenly felt very happy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe meaning of the phrase \"rice, meat, and vegetables\" is... It means that it is illegal for me to win or lose in this game, and that it is a label that defines me as someone who doesn't care about anything, no matter what I do...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It's too late.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI tried to be the best in the games I was allowed to participate in. Let me say it again. I... tried to be the best.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e As soon as the race started, I crossed the top line and ran in. Look... I was so light and fast...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNo one in the crowd could catch me (how would I know if they had let me go on purpose) and I crossed the finish line in a flash. Half the victory was won.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Feeling satisfied with himself, he immediately turned around and joined the line again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe fourth row, the third row, the second row... I was slowly approaching the top row. My steps... were quick. As soon as I ran past the top row, I...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'm so happy, I'm so happy,\" I shouted at the top of my voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When I turned my head and looked back... the game was as if nothing had happened. The one who pushed kept pushing... and the one who stopped kept stopping... and so on.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hmm... we won, didn't we?\" Why isn't the game over yet?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I thought, \"Did I do something wrong?\" A terrible cloud of doubt filled my mind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI tried again, and went back to the first line. This time, not giving it too much. Slowly... slowly and steadily, my doubt grew stronger and more painful.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Why didn't anyone arrest me?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI bit my lip tightly... I decided to do something. Then... I deliberately and precisely stepped on the rice pudding and stood straight on it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Nothing happens in the game.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey continued playing as usual. They didn't even recognize me and kept playing. 'I'm standing on the 'rice soup bowl'...'\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e ....\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Then...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43141015273621,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_e2ef51c8-9866-47da-af9c-b59e09df6ba8.jpg?v=1730274160"},{"product_id":"မင်းခိုက်စိုးစံ-ကျွန်တော်နှင့်နမ်မီးဆစ်","title":"Min Khak Soe San - Me and Nam Mee Si","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (One)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Nemesis - Goddess of Vengeance\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (2 years)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e She is my revenge goddess. If I had the chance to tell you about the difficult things about her, I would. She is also the one who makes me dream “unallowed dreams” and the one who creates the days of trouble.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen she sings, it's daytime, and the moon is hidden at night.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I see her as a river that is always reaching its breaking point, and she sees herself as a traveler on unnamed roads.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (As you)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYou can interpret her however you like. She is a silly girl who can be hilariously silly at times, but at the same time she is a very sharp thinker.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The worst thing is that she retaliates with further teasing and taunts that make my indifference (to her) more unbearable.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Answer me, Your Majesty, what right do you have to cause me such trouble?” Whenever I asked her, she would just smile slyly. She would never answer. (If I’m not mistaken, she seemed to be afraid of what would happen in response.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBecause she and I are not lovers (as most friends think).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne surprising thing is that when our friends really thought that we were lovers and started talking about it using the terms \"girlfriend\" and \"girlfriend\", both of them said \"no\" out of fear. We were able to live together without any embarrassment or embarrassment and without losing our sense of humor.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI swear that I did not consult with her about that matter, that she did not have to hide it under any pretense, that she did not have to live with any hardships.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eActually... we didn't think it was necessary to talk about it at all. Maybe we were both too lazy. Or maybe we were too self-deceptive.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI don't know how big it is. But... there is a spider web of golden hairs between her and me, which is certain. (The fact that she retaliates whenever I disrespect her is evidence of that.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, whenever I needed to approach the beautiful girls I wanted to date, she would always give me advice. Likewise, whenever she would make flirtatious remarks to me (maybe she wanted to brag a little), I would have to listen to all the ups and downs she would tell me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnd then we both burst out laughing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In reality, it's just the two of us.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (three)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e That day, the day of the Passover, came to me in two parts.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYesterday, I spent the whole day on the sidewalk where the medical school is located in North Okkalapa. I didn't just go to the doctors' offices because I wanted to become a doctor, following the saying, \"Be a hunter near a hunter, and a fisherman near a fisherman.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn my third year of MB, there was a tall girl I wanted to be friends with. That girl's name was San San, and when I told Mayphone Shein about her...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e She\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What... what's his name?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Try, try, try\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh, your girlfriend is blind.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What's up?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'm just trying to see because I can't see.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was very angry. However, I kept my eyes closed and tried to be sweet and respectful to her. Should I approach the girl Japuma through her connection? (One of the students who was taking art lessons from Mayphoneshine was the sister of the doctor, Japuma.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnd so, with Mayphone Shein's help, I was able to have a 'license to flirt' with that Japanese girl and start having fun as a friend.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I spent three hours yesterday on the sidewalk in front of the dwarf's class, suffering from a broken leg...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I hope there's a full moon tomorrow...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Well... it's a full moon day... the markets are closed on full moon days.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"What's wrong, brother?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Are you going to die, Japuma?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Did you forget that I waited for three hours to tell you about the market closing on a full moon?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI sighed inwardly. But my face was like the face of a fortune teller advertised on a magazine page (with three or four movie stars and actresses around, with their signatures attesting to its authenticity), with a perfectly groomed smile...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Not yet, I'm just saying, it's the full moon day, so I'll take you to Shwedagon Pagoda if you want to.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNgatimaka thought for a long time, like a cat, like a cat. Then I thought it wasn't going to happen, my brother, I won't let you go home, San never went out with a boy, so I said \"... Ah.. San, we won't go alone, Mayphone Shein will be there too.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was confident that if I told Mayphone, I would get it. Then Japuma hesitated and said in a hesitant tone...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Well, I think it will be possible if Ma Ma Pho comes. I don't know how to speak yet. Come to the shop tomorrow and tell me.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Japanese girl's father owned a photography shop at the intersection of Banyadala and Phoe Sein Roads in Katamwe, and she lived in the apartment above the shop.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Well... that's it, isn't it? Ko Min Nyi, come back, I'll go to class.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWith that vague word, I quickly left the environment, which was filled with the stench of medicine, alcohol, pesticides, and the formalin used to preserve a dead body.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI don't know how the doctors feel, but after inhaling the smell of that medicine for about three hours, I started to scratch my head and feel like cursing (I don't know who) for a couple of years.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI hate \"medicine\". I hate it. I feel like I'm going to vomit just by smelling it. I was very picky when I was young, so I almost always had to take medicine. My grandfather once told me that he was worried that when I grew up, I wouldn't even be able to eat rice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo... I went to Mayphone Shein's art gallery with the thought of how wonderful it would be to walk around with a Japanese girl (at least for an evening) in an area free from bad breath.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It has arrived.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, as soon as I told him about the benefits and asked for help, May Bhon Shein began to feel bitterly guilty about me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"How do you keep me in your mind? Do you think I'm always ready to do anything for you, brother?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"No, you are...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"You should have at least told me in advance and asked for permission to help me.\" Now that you've done what you want over there, you've come to do it...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh, I'm sorry... if you tell me, I'll get hurt. I'm sorry.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I was so upset.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI just realized that the thought of 'If you tell Mayphone, you'll get it' was so pervasive that I could bully her whenever I wanted.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Now I can't do anything but beg, \"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"But... you'll help me, right?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"No... I'm not ready yet.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Tomorrow I have to teach art to the patients at the psychiatric hospital.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eShe took on the responsibility of teaching art while Dr. U Saw Sai Lone, Dr. U Toe Aung, and Dr. U Sein Lwin, doctors at the Tada Lay Psychiatric Hospital near Six Mile, were treating patients using music, painting, and other social activities.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'll go after you finish your painting lesson, just for a moment... just take San San out to see him. You're familiar with their house, aren't you?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"We're not close. We only know San San's sister well,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e And I had a long conversation with Japuma.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"And their father and I don't get along at all.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Is their father the same bald, bald-headed guy who always sits in that photo shop?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh.... That guy is so arrogant, there's no photographer as good as him in the whole world, he's just too arrogant. That's the real problem.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI laughed. I knew about May Bhon Shein, who has a tendency to get poisoned when he sees people who brag, so it was a bit sarcastic.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"That's not a problem...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It will be okay if you meet me. 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I stepped on an aunt's foot on the bus today... I apologized, so the aunt gave me a chocolate bar.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Son, did you say thank you?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh no... I stepped on his other leg.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e ( 2 )\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There are people in our social circle who are handicapped.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHandicap means a handicap. In chess, a handicap is a score given. If the opponent is inferior to you in skill, you can play with a bishop or knight on your side before the game starts, to compensate for their weakness.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I believe that then there will be justice...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt's the same in society. Some people are treated with kindness (out of pity, out of pity) and compassion.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e But... the problem is, some of them don't know it. They're just arrogant.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Like big bad kids.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI apologized for stepping on my own foot, and I felt sorry for them, so I offered them a chocolate. They stepped on the other foot again...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Isn't it difficult? Some houses..., some shops...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I saw the sign that said (Don't think that I'm being too hard on myself)... I thought, 'Oh... they also get trampled on from time to time,' and smiled.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Yes... It's true that we have to compromise because we are bad, but... Who can tolerate it when it happens so often? We're all just human beings, right?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (3)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA friend of mine read that sign in a different way.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (Don't think that giving in to pain is 'good'.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He read that and then... he came to me and asked, \"Hey, man... isn't \"at\" the Chinese way of saying \"father\"?...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I thought, if he reads it like that, then he's not bad in his own sense.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Yes...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe thought of someone who wants another chocolate and steps on other people's feet without any hesitation is a child's thought. I've already said it. Those people are children, childish people.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Who can tolerate them in the long run? His parents at the very least. The rest will surely become disappointed as time goes on.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e But... are children difficult?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey think that just because they can be mean to their parents, they have the \"right\" to be mean to everyone else.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e If you see this kind of \"childish mind, childish nature,\" everyone needs to come together and correct it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Well... the person being corrected will need to be truly willing to correct themselves.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe most important thing in the world is to have the \"consciousness\" to be true to yourself... to be true to yourself, to be upright, to be correct, to be elevated.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (4)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e What about us...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e How much do you \"care\" for yourself?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Have you ever had a \"chance\" and been like a child with a chocolate bar and just grabbed it?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Why did you give me this opportunity?\" \"Is it because you're sick?\" \"Is it because you're lenient because you're not good enough?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Am I the kind of person who blindly accepts the kindness of others without realizing it?\" We need to reexamine ourselves.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Not like this, but with the \"if you get it, it's over\" mentality, what good would we adults do with a child who doesn't mind stepping on other people's feet...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDon't take it every time it's given. 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From where he stood, he could see the moonlight covering the tiled roof of the white one-story house like a sheet of ice. He could also see the branches of the jasmine garden swaying gently when the wind blew. He could also see the night flowers blooming like dew in the soft white light. Except for a few places where there were trees and bushes, the moon was shining brightly and the land was wide open.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe could see it. He thought he could smell the scent of someone he didn't know, and he could vaguely see it, amidst the dark, patchy mist and distant fog.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e And...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the window of the farthest room of the little house... he could see the faint outline of a young woman, her shadow cast on the window by the light from the room.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe could hear the faint chirping of insects. He realized that the night was starting to get cold and hard. The room suddenly felt cold, even though there was no wind blowing. Was it his imagination? Maybe. He couldn't concentrate on the book he was reading.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt's almost eight o'clock. What would \"she\" be doing at this time? Sitting at her desk as usual, writing something? Or sweeping with a feather broom?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Are you sweeping the floor with a broom or doing some light exercise?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe felt like going to the window and peeking at the little girl over there. No, no, no. Peeping at a woman is a very low thing to do. Okay, I decided last night. I'll never look in that room again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was lying on his bed, still reading the book. Okay... look how interesting this is... People within 60 miles of the Chernobyl nuclear power plant explosion will be exposed to radiation for the next 30 years.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere are many deaths from leukemia and other cancers. Now... isn't that an interesting story? He was thinking that an explosion at a nuclear power plant was murder. If that was a case worthy of the Supreme Being, how would he be charged in front of Yama? If it were the kind of ridiculous spectacle you see in plays, a nuclear reactor would be placed in front of Yama, dressed in flashy clothes (and sometimes with a mustache painted with a strange paint). Yama would sit on a throne, a little stiletto...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWell... he thought, if he was going to sit in front of a leaking nuclear reactor, it would be more appropriate to give Yama a gas suit than to dress him in spikes and a pair of stilettos. If he wanted, Yama could wear that suit and take a photo of himself. Murder is really about waiting for the person who will bring the charges.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt is necessary to realize that she is just a bride who is waiting for her.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e US Secretary of State George W. Bush said, “When an incident has the potential to affect neighboring countries, the international community must act.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"According to the law...\" \"Well... neighboring countries? If you look out my window, that girl and I are neighboring countries...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCould her spying harm her country? No... Her presence in that room is hurting my feelings. Good girl... I need to establish an international law between you and me...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe suddenly remembered. Oh my God.... Where have my thoughts gone? He shook his head, trying to wake up his consciousness. I was reading... I was reading.... The Soviets built the Chernobyl plant..., that girl in the window with her long hair... . . . Europe\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eRadioactivity in... I want to see your face just once, girl...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHaven't you ever seen in those cheesy novels and movies how nice it is to go out in the yard on a clear night and pick flowers or (hopefully, maybe) sing a song? The entire Soviet civilian nuclear program... What would it take for her to notice the man who lives right next door to her? A pair of flares, an SOS radio message, a ride around the world on a motorcycle? Honestly, I didn't even notice when \"she\" first arrived at that house... When I first glanced out that window...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOh my...oh my..., I'm lost in thought again. Oh no...don't think...don't think, I'm reading...I'm reading...I'm...reading...I'm...reading..., wow!!!\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI can't. Well... I've tried my best to control my temper, but I can't, my duty is over... he gave himself an excuse (not very elegant, and already too common because he used it too often). Then he threw the book on the bed and jumped down. He pulled up a small chair. He put it down near the window. He remembered that his movements were a little fast, but he didn't know it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen... he slowly opened the glass door.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I saw \"her\".\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e On the window pane, you can see the silhouette of a woman, sitting in front of a desk, leaning forward. She may be writing something or reading a book.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe outline of the shadow, except for a few places where it crossed the wood of the glass door, was clearly visible. (It could also be that his mind was trying to cut it off.) The straight nose, the full lips, and the narrow curve that ran from the bottom of the chin to the neck were the end of the black shadow field, a smooth, continuous line.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOnly one thing is bad. I don't know what her eyes are like. And. . . Is her skin fair or dark? Let it go...it doesn't matter. She'll be as elegant and dark as a copper shield. She'll be as soft and warm as a statue of a goddess of light carved from clouds. Let's leave the matter of skin color aside...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"She\" is \"only her.\" (If the current racial issue in America were to arise, she would not support either side.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI want to wrap her in a golden veil. I will build a palace on the crystal-white court with the fragrance of love that comes from my bosom. 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The steel body of the train was slowly moving away from him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe way he slid down the stairs was so smooth and comfortable. In fact, he was the only one who didn't live comfortably.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe thought of being alone reminded me of the train being so long. I wanted to feel like I had something to do, but I didn't have anything to do. Is that what life is all about.... There is something to do. But I want to remember that there is nothing to do, isn't it?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He felt he wasn't ready for anything.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTwo birds were seen resting on the red tiled roof of the station. The appearance of the station, which was dull and oil-stained, seemed to be hiding something among the small daisies and paper flowers. Red and yellow daisies were scattered on the green grass. There were also bunches of dried pink paper flowers. .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe walked down the dirt road near the station. He would have to take something to get into the city. A horse-drawn carriage or a rickshaw, he thought. He didn't know how far he had gone. It was the first time he had ever been to the town. If he hadn't heard that his father had been there, he would have said that he had never been to the town in his life.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWell... now it's getting involved. Let's say it's because of my father... Well... I can't say that yet. My father didn't tell me to look for me, son... He went because he wanted to go. I thought, \"I'm looking for myself.\" Well... then, I thought, \"It's because of me that I got involved in this town.\" Well, that's not so bad. If it were up to him and his own mind, he certainly wouldn't be looking for my father. Let him go. Let him go where he thinks he can get away with it. Let him find his father's peace. He has no reason to follow me, in other words, no reason to bother me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eShouldn't a person be free to choose between himself and his environment? He believes so. The power of a person is limited. If he can do it, he will change the entire environment. It is not easy. He will have to face opposition. And there will be people like him who want to change the world to their liking. If their preferences do not match his preferences, he will have to compete with them. Changing the world is only for those who are very ambitious. If the world were a lump of clay, they would sell it all. And when they disagree, let them each throw their own punches. That's it. If you can't do that, the least you can do is to choose what you like from what is already there without changing anything.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy father couldn't do the most. So he did the least he could. He left his family and went off to find his peace. What happened?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe only problem was, Mom. . . . Mom couldn't accept him. In fact, she was the one who created the environment that Dad didn't want to choose. She was the one who made Dad go looking for her to drag him back into that environment. He thought it was lucky Dad wasn't a match. If he had been a match, Mom would have filled it with gasoline and lit it every now and then.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe saw a rickshaw parked in the shade of a coconut tree at the end of the small red road. He walked towards the coconut tree. As he got closer, a rickshaw driver\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Sir, would you like to rent a rickshaw?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"He asked. He nodded and asked how far into the city. The rickshaw driver...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Give me forty, sir.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"You're not much, are you?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"How close is it to getting on a rickshaw? It costs thirty, sir.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Oh my God... is there a lot of gold in this chair?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe sat down on the cushion of the rickshaw, which was already covered in coconut fibers. He glanced at the other rickshaw driver. He felt a pang of sadness in his heart that he would be left without a passenger. Now... look, how stupid he is.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI'm just making up a story that doesn't have anything to do with it. Well... I'm not the only one who rented two rickshaws. I'm sure I'll have to leave one behind. No need to worry about anything, now... forget it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe problem is that he is the only passenger who gets off at that station. The rest of the rickshaws will not have any more passengers. He will go home with an empty seat. His face became hot as he thought,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut when I imagined him riding alone on two rickshaws, one leg on one side, the other on the other, my face turned red. Well... That's how it is, sometimes in the world there are situations where it's impossible to help each other. What can I do? I just turn my face away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen the rickshaw he was riding passed by the man who had been left behind, he instinctively turned away. However, after a long time, he couldn't help but turn around and saw the rickshaw driver who had been left behind, his face covered by a bamboo hat, peacefully dozing on his rickshaw.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eGood. He doesn't seem to be holding any grudges for the passenger he didn't get. He doesn't seem to be anxiously waiting for something to save him. He doesn't seem to be thinking about anything in particular, good.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He was a little dazed. He had to repair his mind, which he had been trying to save everywhere. \"Destroyed\" minds take a long time to repair.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Sir... will you go all the way to the front?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The rickshaw driver he was riding asked. Suddenly he didn't know what to say.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Well... let's do this. Send me to a guesthouse. Not a fancy one. Just a small one where I can stay in peace and quiet.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe rickshaw driver chuckled and said... \"Sir, it's like you've never been to this city before.\" He was a little surprised and said... \"Oh... you've never been here before. This is your first time. Why?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“The teacher is offering guest houses. There is only one guest house in our town. There are high-class, medium-class, low-class, and those who want to stay in peace and quiet, and there is no need to choose between them. The teacher said, “Our town is small and small.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe nodded. If that's the case, then his father would be staying in that one inn. There's no reason he couldn't find it. He and his father must meet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He decided to ask the rickshaw driver to make sure...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Brother... does your rickshaw stop at the station every day?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Yes, brother. At other times, I have to walk around the market and the city. When the train is almost time, I go and wait at the station.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He used the word “brother,” so the rickshaw driver changed his name from “teacher” to “brother.” Not bad. You might need to get close to this rickshaw driver.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe unzipped his suitcase and pulled out a photo of his father. Then... he showed the rickshaw driver the way...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Brother... did you send this old man to the inn you mentioned earlier, about four, five, six days ago?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe rickshaw slowed down. The boy didn't look at the photo, but looked at his face. He saw the fear and worry in the rickshaw driver's eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The rickshaw driver asked, \"Are you from the intelligence service?\" He laughed mischievously and...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"No, no. I'm looking for my father. He got angry and left the house. This is a picture of my father.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The rickshaw driver took the photo and looked at it. He glanced at his face again. Then, after looking at the photo carefully and thoughtfully, he shook his head.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I don't see you, brother.\" \"Then what about the other one...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe asked, referring to the rickshaw driver who had been left behind at the station. The rickshaw driver thought for a moment.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e After that..\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I can't tell you, brother. In our small town, there aren't many trains going up and down. Just one or two. I can't see them without seeing them. But if I left the station after I got the passengers, I don't know, brother.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e If that's the case, nothing can be calculated.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt's getting a little difficult for him to think. In life, formulas are useless. School teaches you how to solve equations with one unknown, equations with two unknowns, but in life, school doesn't teach you how to solve problems where all the numbers in the puzzle are unknowns.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe could only sit and stare at those unknown numbers. For him, arithmetic seemed to be only useful for keeping track of debts.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Brother... is there another way to get to this city instead of taking the train?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The boy was pedaling the rickshaw briskly...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Let me tell you a little about the location of our city, brother. This is how it is... There is a railway line that I came across earlier all the way to the west of the city. To the east of the city,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There is a stream. It is called Shwe Laung Stream. It is said that a long time ago, a boat made of gold sank in it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eStory. But until now, there have been people who have been able to get gold from that stream. They say the treasurer gave it to them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"If you put that stream and the railroad parallel, it's like the city is closed off on both sides, with one line to the east and one line to the west. So, if my brother... my father doesn't come by train, we'll just have to cross the stream and enter the city.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43141028053141,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_e611f409-61fb-41a9-858a-4b31aa6837e5.jpg?v=1730274190"},{"product_id":"မင်းခိုက်စိုးစံ-စိတ်ကောက်ခြင်းသည်ကျန်းမာရေးကိုဆိုးရွာစွာထိခိုက်စေနိုင်သည်","title":"You are angry - being angry can seriously damage your health.","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Chapter (1)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe ninth worldly wealth is me... Nyi Su thought to herself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It wasn't really my father who declared war on him. My father, an associate professor in the Burmese Department, highly valued Pipi's scholarly reputation.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy brother is just a poor son. (Actually... poor is just as good as good if it meets the needs of the buyer, Dad.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The problem is that at school, you have to take an oral exam called Viva Voce.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Myanmar language professors from various universities came to examine the paper. Nyi Su's father himself came as an external examiner.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNyi Su felt a little nervous, but she entered the exam room with determination.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A tall, bald professor sitting right in front of me began...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Son... have you read Saya Zaw Gyi’s poems?” “Yes... I have,” Nyi Su answered enthusiastically. Which of Saya Zaw Gyi’s poems would you like to ask about? The Way of the Buddha, My Brother Bing Win, Maung Thit Siin, In Ancient Bagan...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Before Nyi Su could finish his thoughts, the professor's question took an unexpected turn.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“That Zawgyi’s real name… er… if you know his real name, please tell me.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Saya Zawgyi's real name is... Nyi Su's eyes turned blue. He... doesn't know.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I shivered and looked towards where my father was sitting, which made it worse.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy father's face was red and tense. The anger in his eyes was evident, as if he was the son of a Burmese professor and didn't even know this.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Meanwhile....\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A seemingly good-natured teacher from the examination team gives a clue to help Zaw Gyi remember his real name, \"U Thein Han,\" and links it to the contemporary film villain \"Thein Han Gyi.\" The teacher...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"You're the name of a movie star from the President's Villain Group.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Ah... I know... I know\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey... if you know, tell me, who was it, what was Sayar Zaw Gyi's real name...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Cheebu... teacher,\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e My father's side really didn't go overboard.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"You're the one who humiliated me in front of everyone. I don't want to look at your face.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen my father said that, every time my younger brother passed in front of my father, he would cover his head with a big blanket.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e My father didn't seem to want to bear it any longer.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey, man... get off my house right now,\" Nyi Su scratched his head.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy father didn't say it like that from the beginning, but he remembered how suffocating it was to have to face the big blanket so that I couldn't see his face... and he was still afraid of me on my ass.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e With that thought, I took my clothes bag, money, and ID and went downstairs from Nyi Su's house.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Where should I go after I get off the bus?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWithout further ado, a friend of mine, called Big, lives alone in a small house measuring 20 feet by 60 feet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e This guy came from the countryside and went to school. He had no friends, no family, and just hung around on his roof.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Nyi Sue, satisfied with his thoughts, made a gesture of evasion.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Didn't the Buddha say that we should act like a bird whose wings alone carry the burden?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Now his father decided that his actions were in line with the Buddha's teachings.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When he arrived at the address he knew, he couldn't find \"the big guy.\" The man who seemed to be the host...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"My brother is gone.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Oh... oh... oh, oh, oh... I'm lost, my friend, you're a star that didn't shine, a string that didn't spin, a garden that didn't plant, you're a poem that didn't continue, my friend... oh,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Wait... wait, my friend, not yet.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Ha... why not? Yes, yes, my friend here is the one who carried an entire era in his chest and set off on a journey with wounds...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"He who gathered the broken light, made his lap a battlefield to save the entire humanity whose fate was hanging in the balance, and did not back down even an inch.. Uncle, he... he...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Oh... oh... that's great, bro. The people next door are all looking at me.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The landlord, with his fists raised, forcibly stopped Nyi Su, who was talking incessantly, and hurriedly...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"The person I want to meet with no longer lives in this house, he has moved to the other side of the neighborhood--\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNyi Su, with his arms raised in pride, stood tall and looked his host in the eye.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Then... he said one word. \"Give me... his address.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e From the moment I started talking, I realized that the old man had moved house. He was deliberately making a joke just to make it funny.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e As we all know... Nyi Su is not a civilized person.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Chapter (2)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI happened to see a big man sitting idly on a deck chair in the front room.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Nyi Sue threw her clothes bag into the corner of the room with a 'clap'...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Here... My friend, don't be discouraged. I have come to this house myself to save you and correct your mistakes.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEven if you come to stay at someone else's house, it's still not worth it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The big man, sitting on his haunches, raised his eyelids and looked up, his eyes fluttering open.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"You could have just said plainly that you were kicked out of the house.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Since he already knew about it, the old man had already seen through Nyi Su's eyes, and Nyi Su laughed shyly, \"Ah... \". And then...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Please... Remember, the house you lived in before was good, why did you move here with your son?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e My sister's question made me think twice. I couldn't answer right away. Then...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Oh... what do you call it? In every process that seeks progress, there is change, my friend. That is revolutionary philosophy. Even the Great October Revolution in Russia held onto this kind of ideology...”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Wait... wait... don't talk too much... remember, what progress has been made since you moved from that neighborhood to this neighborhood?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The old man's eyes widened... \"There's a telephone in this house.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hmm... you don't have any work to do, so why bother talking on the phone?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe old man became very shy and said... \"I'm a dog, yes, of course, but when you say such a stupid thing, I feel embarrassed... Hee... Hee\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey... you're still shy.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Nyi Su muttered, as if she had witnessed an incredible event, \"Oh my god...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"There's one thing, the previous owner of this house allowed strangers to call him at any time. There were usually three or four people who paid for the phone call each day. He also told his friends that if they called him through this phone number, they would call him at his house.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Okay... let's do it, you're the one who's paying for the phone, right? I don't have to worry about the tea bill anymore, remember?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The elder brother, in disgust at Nyi Su's words, turned his head sharply to the side, frowning.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Hey, man... Brother Su, do you think I’m just a guy who only looks at money? I’m doing this job to help the public communicate smoothly, to sacrifice myself. I’m no longer a bargaining chip, my friend. I’ve become a living token for the public, a token of the people’s good will, a token representing the public, a token of the people… Do you understand?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43141033197717,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_34a244c5-3b62-48de-ab40-69454cc0cc2f.jpg?v=1730274194"},{"product_id":"မင်းခိုက်စိုးစံ-စိုမှာစိုးလို့မိုးမိတယ်","title":"You are afraid - I am afraid of the rain.","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Strange (1)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Time and tide wait for no man.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Note, laxatives are also available if you are ready.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It won't wait for time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Than Lwin Kyaw Zaw, the owner of Than Lwin Guesthouse and Restaurant, was a little annoyed when he saw a line of comments growing under the slogan \"Time and tide wait for no man\" hanging in front of his counter.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Shining\" ..\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo... who would write in? It seemed like it would be a writer who used to eat at the restaurant, a member of the editorial team, or a screenwriter, he realized.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Those ducks are a bunch of ducks. They're very playful when they have a fountain pen. And if you need anything on your BMW's rearview mirror, call me. I deliver and install women's menstrual products for free at your doorstep.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He put up a sign and wrote his cell phone number on it. The caller could not be traced.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSince then, when those writers and screenwriters started to get into trouble, it became a chore to keep an eye on his BMW without paying attention.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Buying that big BMW isn't about being too boastful or too luxurious.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There is a reason. About three years ago...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThree years ago, Thanlwin Kyaw Zaw was not someone who had even dreamed of opening a restaurant. He was a very busy businessman who owned three motels: Thanlwin 1, Thanlwin 2, and Thanlwin 3.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWith so much work, he couldn't take care of his health. He was almost 40 years old, and his weight was gradually increasing. His stomach was getting bloated.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEven then, he could not move easily. He was short of breath. He was tired. His ears were ringing. He would wake up in a sweat while sleeping. He would not eat or drink. He was terrified and went to a doctor. When the doctor asked him what was wrong, he said,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'm having trouble breathing, my ears are ringing, my muscles are heavy. My head is not clear. I haven't had any food in a long time.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"No problem..it will be fine.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The doctor comforted me and gave me some medicine. I didn't feel better...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e So... another doctor came and showed me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe doctor said, \"There's nothing to worry about,\" and surgically removed two tonsils from the corners of his mouth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The only thing that was mentioned was being separated. Nothing happened. He became more worried. When he looked at the last one...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"You have cancer.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"At the very least, another six months.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe had to let his mind go. He didn't want to feel bad about anything except thinking that the sun had set too early.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'm going to live a life of luxury in the short time before I die.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe stopped all the work that was bothering him day after day. He sold all three motels. He donated half of it and lived comfortably with the other half.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Then he bought a new BMW, which he said was the most expensive.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I need good clothes too.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe decided on his own and went to the most famous tailor shop in Yangon.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I ordered 20 sets of shirts made of fine linen. The tailor took the thread and\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I'll get what I want, now...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Let me take a moment to\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The tailor measured himself with a string and wrote it down on paper...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Well.. okay, the sleeve length is 34 inches, what is the neckline?.. I wonder.. the neckline is 16 inches.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"No, it's 14 inches.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He couldn't sit still and refused to come in. The tailor said impatiently.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I said 16 inches.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I always wear a 14-inch neckline.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The tailor\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Sir, how much do you understand? If you wear a 14-inch neckband like that, you'll have trouble breathing and your ears will ring. Your muscles will be heavy. Your head will be dizzy.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"In time, it will become unpleasant to eat and drink with a sore throat. Remember...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey.. that's great.\" \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Other Websites","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43141036310677,"sku":"","price":0.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_2a606847-8a26-496e-a46e-c166077a1482.jpg?v=1730274204"},{"product_id":"မင်းခိုက်စိုးစံ-ဟယ်ရီပေါ်တာနှင့်မိစ္ဆာခန်းဆောင်ဒု","title":"Min Kak Soe San - Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (Vice)","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe next time Harry had to act out in front of the class for a long time, he had to act out a werewolf. If there was a good reason not to spoil Lockhart's fun, Harry would have refused to act like a werewolf.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"A loud, good howl... Harry... exactly... and then if you believe me... I'll jump... like this... make him fall to the floor... with one hand... I'll hold him down... with the other hand... I'll put my wand around his neck... then I'll use all my strength and use a very complicated transfiguration spell... he'll moan pitifully... go on, Harry... just a little louder... good... his fur will be gone... his fangs will be cut short and go into his mouth... then he'll be completely human... simple... but effective... and then the next village will remember me for the rest of their lives as the hero who saved them from the direwolf's attack for months...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJust then, the bell rang, causing Lockhart to stand up again,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'll give you a homework assignment... Write a poem about my defeat of the werewolf Wagga Setwa... I'll sign my 'My Magic Book' to the one who can write the best.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe class was starting to file out of the room. Harry returned to the back of the classroom where Ron and Amy were waiting.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Are you ready?\" Harry asked, his lips moving. Hermione said excitedly, \"Wait until it's all over... and then...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eShe moved closer to Lockhart's desk, clutching a piece of paper tightly in her hand. Harry and Ron followed behind her.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Uh...Prophet Salomon...Hey, I...wanted to borrow this book from the library...I wanted to read it for a little something useful.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHermione stammered, handing him the piece of paper, her hand trembling slightly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"But that book is only in the restricted books section, so I need a teacher's permission to borrow the notebook. It's to help me understand the poisonous poison in the book 'Walking Through the Village with Zombies' that the teacher is talking about...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"What! Walking around the village with zombies... right?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Lockhart said with a smile, taking the piece of paper from Hermione's hand with great satisfaction. He continued...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"This is a book I really, really like... Do you like it too?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Oh... I like it... it's so good... I wish I had trapped that last one with tea,\" said Hermione enthusiastically.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Well... no one will think badly of me for giving a little help to the best student in a year.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Lol,\" Lockhart said warmly, pulling out the giant peacock feather.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What's up... isn't it beautiful?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Lockhart asked, misinterpreting the look of disgust on Ron's face (as if he was being mean to him).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I always kept this peacock feather just to sign books.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe stamped a large, intricate signature on the paper and handed the paper back to Hermione.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey... okay\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Lockhart said as Hermione folded the paper with shaky hands and put it in her bag.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I heard that tomorrow is the first Quidditch match of the season, and it's going to be between Gryffindor and Slytherin... Is that right?... I've heard that you're an indispensable player. I used to be a Golden Baller too... I was even offered a place on the national team. But I'd rather be focused on destroying the evil forces of the underworld (and not playing). For now... If you need any personal training, don't hesitate to ask me for help... I'm always happy to pass on my skills to less talented players. . . \"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHarry made a muffled noise and ran off in a daze after Ron and Hermione,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I can't even believe it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Harry said as the three of them carefully examined the signature on the paper.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"He doesn't even bother to look at the book we want.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"He's not stupid.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHermione said in a low voice as the three of them half-ran towards the library.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"(You'll say the same thing) He told me you were the best student all year...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Harry lowered their voices as they entered the library, where silence reigned supreme.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe librarian, Sampson, was a thin, spindly woman who looked like a starving vulture.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"A book about most potent potions... right?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMadam Pens, unsuspecting, asked the name of the book again and tried to snatch the paper from Hermione's hand. Hermione held on to it, refusing to let go.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I think I'll keep that paper,\" said Madam Pince, without even taking a breath.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJune said confidently, taking the paper from Hermione's hand and handing it to Madam Pink.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Huh... give it to me. We'll give you another ticket.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMadam Dumfries held the form and paper up to the light, as if she had discovered a forged certificate. But the examination had been successfully passed. She shuffled between the shelves and after a few minutes brought out a large, dusty volume. Hermione carefully put the volume into her bag, and they left the library, trying not to walk too fast or look like they had made a mistake.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFive minutes later, Harry and the three of them were back in the closed, broken-down, girls' bathroom. Hermione had dismissed Ron's objections (not to go there) by saying that it was a place where no one was paying attention, and therefore their freedom was guaranteed. Although Mara was crying loudly in her small bathroom, they ignored her. She ignored them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHermione carefully opened the book 'Mosquito Potion' and the three of them bent over the damp and stained book. One glance at the pages made it clear why the book was so limited to the shelf. Some of the potions were so terrifying to think about, others were so disturbingly illustrated, and some of them seemed to have the power to completely transform a person.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt involves a witch making extra hands grow out of her head.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hot here\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHermione said excitedly as she saw the title Transfiguration Potion on a piece of paper. The page was decorated with images of people half-transforming into other people. Harry honestly hoped that the artist had imagined the looks of intense pain on their faces.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I am the most complicated potion I have ever seen.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Hermione spoke as Harry and the three of them quickly read the potion recipe.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Flies...slugs...flaxseeds...grasshoppers..”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Hermione muttered as her finger moved down the list of ingredients to be mixed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Well... it's easy to get enough of them... they're in the students' medicine cabinet... we can take them ourselves. Oh... look... the powder of a bison's horn. 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In Harry's room, Uncle Vernon Dursley's screech, like an owl, shattered the morning.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"This has happened three times this week, and if you can't keep your owl, you'll have to chase this beast away.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Harry tried to explain again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"He's... bored. He used to go out and fly around the neighborhood. If I could let him go out at night...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'm already crazy enough to do as you say. Hey, I know what will happen if I let this owl out...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Uncle Vernon shouted back, some fried eggs resting on his tangled mustache, and he and his wife, Petunia, looked at each other uneasily.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHarry tried to argue, but his words were drowned out by the long, loud, sour voice of the Weasleys' son, Dumbledore.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I want more ham.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"There's a lot of ham in the pan... son, son.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAunt Petunia turned her wide eyes to her big, handsome son.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I should have fed my son well while I had the chance. I'm not happy to hear him talk about food at school.\" - \"That doesn't make sense... Petunia. I never had a bad day when I was at school. Dudley should have eaten well too. Isn't that right, my dear...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDudley was so big that his hips were spilling over the edges of the kitchen chair. He turned to Harry and smiled. \"Give me a frying pan...\" Dudley demanded sternly. So...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Harry replied, making him feel uncomfortable.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"If you treat me like this, one day you will discover the power of magic spells.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The effect that simple word had on the rest of the family was incredible... Dudley gasped and fell out of his chair, causing the entire kitchen to shake.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAunt Pecuria let out a shrill scream and covered her mouth with her hands. Uncle Bannon suddenly jumped up, his ears pricking up.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I mean to speak to you with respect, I don't mean to be rude...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHarry said in a poetic tone. \"What did I tell you? We don't use witchy words in our house...\" Uncle Vernon shouted loudly, spittle falling onto the table,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"But... I...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"You dare threaten Dudley...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eUncle Vernon shouted angrily, banging his fist on the table. \"I...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'll warn you. I won't tolerate your witchcraft and witchcraft in this house.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Harry looked from his uncle's large purple face to his aunt's pale face. 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