There once lived a gunman who wanted to rob a honey bank. He needed honey to make tea, because he ran out of sugar. Therefore, he took a plane and arrived in New York City the next morning. He paid a hefty $600 for the plane ticket. At the airport, he tipped the luggage boy a generous $100 and struttered off. He flagged a cab and told the driver his destination.
From his coat, he then took out his sandwich and a cup of tea, which he stole from the plane. Damn it! He cursed loudly, "I don't have honey!". So he drank his bitter tea and his ham sandwich with sharksfin, and thought to himself, "what a poor life I lead!" Unhappy with just keeping it to himself, he complained, moaned and groaned to the driver about how unfortunate he was.
Finally after 2 hrs, he reached his destination. The taxi fare was $150, but again, he tipped him and the total amounted to $250. He walked a few steps, and into view came the honey bank! Boy was he glad.
In he went, and shouted "Hands Up!!" The owners , two elderly couples were at the counter shaking with fear. He said, "give me your all your honey you poor folks!"
And the poor rich gunman robbed the bank.
If there was smaller person than Mr. Bigs, there will be snow falling, at this very moment. Because Mr. Bigs is pretty much the shortest person in the world. Without a doubt. The funny thing was, Mr. Big’s parents, Mr and Mrs Bigs were actually quite tall! Why this was so, nobody knows. Doctors and scientists are stumped. With someone so small, is there a possibility of a scientific breakthrough? No. Because Mr. Bigs simply refuses to be experimented on. He claims that he is hurt and insulted.
What scientists don’t know is that Mr. Bigs is a non-conformist. He despises technology and science, because he thinks that they are the cause of unrest and outrage in this very planet we live in. Mr. Bigs is a man of many wonders, but people don’t see, because all they see is his height.
Mr Bigs can fly, jump as high as the cow that jumped over the moon and eat his lunch while sleeping. But nobody knows. They just want to measure his height and find out why.
Why.
Chapter One
He was drenched to the bone. His white shirt stuck to his body, outlining his physique. He looked about 50, but move closer, and you realise he has aged beyond his time. His eyes gave off an aura of surrender and exhaustion. The lines beneath hinted the burden of wisdom.
He stared beyond the raging sea before him. Today, there was only darkness. The waves continued its momentum, thrusting waves upon waves mercilessly against the cliff.
He thought of Janet, and the days she had spent with him on this very cliff watching the many sunrise and sunsets.
Above where he stood, the man closed his eyes, and felt the pelting rain hit his face with strong force. He knew he was at the end, and this was the point where he had to end it all.
With one last look at the night sky, he jumped. Together with him, into the sea of terror, Jack brought along the biggest secret kept from Mankind.
It was the biggest conspiracy since Man walked the Earth.
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His body lay on shore, outlined by the silvery light of the moon. The wind blew, and the leaves rustled. An owl hooted into the peaceful night, but nothing stirred. It was a beautiful sight – a death of a truly enlightened man.
Chapter Two
Janet twirled the straw in her cup, causing bits of orange pulp to surface from the bottom where it had settled. The café was brightly lit by the morning sun. It was rush hour and everyone was pushing to get into queue, just to get a cup of coffee before work. Janet looked on. She was amused.
Sometimes, Janet questions her very existence. Very often, she felt that despair and hurt always outweigh the joys in life. Janet was a deep thinker, who sought answers instead of just living ignorant. It probably explains why she hasn’t had a boyfriend. She is much too smart for simple minds.
She had been waiting for an hour, but her dad hasn’t shown up. She sighed a weary sigh and laid her head on her arm. Janet knew her father was not coming.
Leaving a four-dollar bill on the table, she picked up her sling bag and headed for home.
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A quote from the Straits Times 09/11/04, a hint that true religion isn’t the factor that’s causing the deaths of innocent Buddhists in South Thailand. It is the wrong concept, and it can happen anywhere, to any religion.
“Buddhists and Muslims have had good relations. The population around here is largely Muslim. They often help out in the temple. And I have helped Muslims raise money to build a mosque and an Islamic school. I don’t want to get into politics, it is not my place as a monk. But I tell people, be patient, everything is fated. Whether you are Muslim or Buddhist, we are all brothers and sisters. Terrorism can take place anywhere because there are good people and bad people everywhere, not just in Thailand.”
-Abbot Phra Kru Phraphattsorn
