Hello everyone!!! 

I am back after longtime -hope anyone here still remember me, lol-. The blog below is written by two of my students that like writing stories. The bold font is written by a boy and the italic ones by a girl, both are 10 years old. They are so different yet they can work together to finish this story. I did some editing of their unique hand-writing. Hope you can enjoy the story. please ignore the un-understood words. Cheers!!   

There was a man named Zamos. He is a “psycho” and killed his own village people. Then he went to the woods to talk in hands like TT WO. After that, he went to a city to kill Captain America. Why because he wanted to see him root to death with fire. Then suddenly DC superheroes came to the rescue. “What the …” he said. Then everyone died because Zamos was stronger than every DC and Marvel Superheroes. Oh yeah, he killed everyone in the universe then he ate a lot of food. Well, because he sad that he killed everyone in the universe and he was all alone and didn’t have friends. And then he created creatures with God-like powers. They were ugly but they were friendly to him, not the gods, the gods died then. After that he did something crazy like Super-duper extra crazy that was helping mortals aka new humans with extreme smartness and strength then he said “why did I do all of this” then he became evil again. Then he ate 666 devils and imprisoned them to hell then he went on a diet because he was all fatty fat like a pig. Then he ran every day so temper day and become God of speed then he died of running too hard every day. But then, when he died he became a vampire. Then, he died of constipation and then he died happily ever after.

The End :) (yes they did put smile in the end)

Long time everyone!!! finally I have my holiday and join this site again. Will start up this season(?) by writing for Luci's challenge. It feels a bit quiet here, hope to contribute more and others can participate as well. sorry for the long text, LUci wanted downs and ups, lol xD Enjoy ;)

My dear Peppo,

I would like to tell you something nobody has an idea about. You may already hear it as a rumor in our neighborhood. So, it is not our family secret but I want to share it personally with you. You are the first daughter of my daughter with whom I have spent my last days. I am sure you will understand.

Many years ago, when I started having period, my parents arranged me a marriage with a man I didn’t know. I was very young and obedient, therefore I agreed. I believe there is no parent who want their children live in misery. Second thought, I had no idea what I was doing. The same about a man who will be my groom, I had no idea, but I had a bad feeling about him.

All had been planned and when everything had settled up, the party was being held during 3 days and nights, I did everything properly, all the customs and traditions, I sat on dais on which the bridal couple sit and smiled to the guests. After the party ended, I went to my husband family and got introduced by his family, one by one. All done and we stayed in my father’s house.

What happened next was something beyond people expectation, I refused him as my husband. I decided to stick with my second thought, that I didn’t see my future with him. He was not a good man, and the most important thing, He didn’t want me at all.

My dear granddaughter, you may think this is funny and weird altogether, but it was nothing but a misery. Spending your days with unfamiliar face who doesn’t know your worth, who doesn’t think about you at all, who doesn’t even try to start a conversation to make me feel comfortable. I didn’t see anything in him but a man who being forced to be in his current situation. It was not only me who had no idea, but also him. That’s why after a month of our marriage, we decided to break up. It was me who divorced him and off course this separation created bad image of me and my family. I told you dear, he wasn’t a good man, he didn’t care whether I lived or died, whether I was his wife or a beggar. That’s put me on the place to take an action to end this unhappy marriage life. It was ended soon and I was still virgin by that time.

About a year later, my family arranged a marriage again, this time I got to know him closer before decided whether I Would give it a go or not. He was a widow man just like me, but I was not sure he was also virgin like me because he had spent his first marriage for two years, yet they had no children.

This man was not as rich as my first husband, but was much younger and more handsome. When I saw him for first time, he showed me a sincerity through his big eyes. I accepted him and together we built our future from the rubble of our bad past. He is your grandfather, dear, your mother’s dad which accompanied us with his warm heart until his dead when your mother still a five years old kid. He was a great man who gave up everything to his family.

My beloved Peppo, what I am going to reach you through this letter is a rest of strive during my first marriage. When my father found out I wasn’t happy, he fell sick and burdened by regret but he didn’t let me know about it, even a word, until when he felt his time was near, he called and told me how sorrowful he was when I was having my first marriage, but he was glad I never blame my family for it. Then, he gave me a compensation of my obedience. I kept it in the corner of my room, dig a hole there and you will find a box, here is the key to open it. Kept it for your mother and her siblings, it is the compensation of your family obedience, I give it to you because I believe you can make a good use of it to family of us.

With love

Grandma  

Mirror Face

I choose picture number 3 because it has no story yet^^ 

There was two lovers sitting on the hill, shoulder by shoulder, their heads leaned to each others. They were enjoying the view from there with the silence that could be understood only by them.

“Why do you love me?” asked the boy.

The girl chuckled, her man never got tired of this. Playing doubt and asking silly question, she knew after answered this, she would ask the same question, because that’s the rule of this game.

It took her a while to think another philosophical answer. Last time she had already used multiple pararel universe theory, this time it had to be different.

“Because you are no like another human, you have different form”

“How do I look like?”

“You have a face like a mirror, it’s as clear as the morning dew. It reflects everything around it. At the moment I look at your face, I see nothing but my own reflection. A bit chubby because the mirror is ball shaped, your head.”

He laughed.

“So, I have no face?”

“No, you have it, off course. But it’s formless. You ever told me if someone’s doing good to you, you will be doing good too. But if someone crosses the line, you will turn evil to them. That’s the meaning of this mirror”

“I see, but you didn’t answer my question. Why do you love me?”

“Hmmm,... Because I love you. If you will pay back people based on what they gave you equally, you will love me as much as I love you. And I love you more than words can describe”

“Alright”

“My turn. Why do you love me?”

“Because you are sexy?”

“What??”

“Sexy mind and ...”

The girl was getting angry, it could be shown by her increasing pitch voice “What else?”

“Emotionaly sexy, hahahah”

The girl frowned but she smiled at last, sank herself into his arms.

  When they were leaving that place, the girl walked first. Behind her, the boy took out his camera and took a picture of himself by it. He checked the result, he saw nothing but a faceless man, a ball shaped mirror head man that reflect everything around him include the camera on his hands. 

Thank you for reading :D

I was standing in front of the mirror this morning., Hardly convinced myself about one thing.

I have a boyfriend

Yes, I have it!

A boyfriend

A real person in flesh and blood.

A living thing.

The face inside the mirror slowly changed, she had my face and body with eyes and smiles I never though had saw those before.

“Yes, My dear. Accept this! This is love, your true love” it began to speak.

“Nah, the lovely effect is not coming from my heart. It is happening because my brain keep producing the Dopamine and another pleasure Hormones. Only a fool can mistakenly the real feeling with the fluids that has been contaminated their heads.

 “Aha, tell me the first time you met this guy”

“It was a year ago”

“Mind yourself, dear. I will not talk about Dopamine because you are a girl and thought even it has occupied your entire empty head, you will never get affected  too much because you can control it” It paused as she changed her position, leaned on the right side of the mirror.

“But, think how many times you have had killed him”

“Countless”

“Exactly! And he still around, stick with you. Isn’t this make any sense to you?”

“He is crazy”

“You either”

“Mind yourself. We know the truths”

“I find it’s funny knowing how the truth slowly kill you. I still remember the first time he said that he loved you, he was drunk. You hate alcohol for lifetime. How did it feel when the thing you had been detested so much gifted you a wonderful thing”

“It felt like thanking a thief for praying me rich and wealth so they could take it away from me. Nothing to do with love” I checked my wristwatch, time to go.

“I am tired. Let’s settle this down. What does Professor say about our religion differences?”

“God over him”

“Then?”

“A Sufi is not only be thankful for what have given to him. But also for thing what have not given. For every thorn you get, you will be showered by the rose in the end.”

“Obviously”

“How if he calls?”

“Let us be a good friend for time being. Probably six years later he would like to sacrifice everything for me”

“Excuse me?!”

“Research said If two person can successfully through a friendship more than seven years, they will have more chance to be a lifetime best friend”

“You evil”

“Indeed”

My phone rang, It displayed the familiar picture of a guy, my boyfriend. 

Lately my friend asked me to help him making advertise design. but, I refused because it is not my major, lol. Then Luci posted her jaw-dropping challenge, so I think it's good to participate as an amateur. hope you like it^^

I'am sorry if some words are offending. I made this just for fun, fooor the sake of study, hehehe....

contain --> Product's name

                Imaginary Brand

                My Slogan

there you go!

Toilet paper

Rollie

Wipe your poopie

Clean your bootie

Trash bin

Fill

Everything you doesn’t need is inside

Plastic bag

Krusnik

Suck your belonging

-no image-

Knife

Blade

Infinitely sharp edge

Photo frame

Famme

Your memory Reservoir

Clothespin

Hang on

Hold your outfit tightly

First, Let me ask you who is your closest person to you? It can be your wife, husband, son, daughter, mother, father, a friend and so on. Answer this question by keep a name on your mind.

Second, think of everything you know about him/her. Make it on percentage, what is the result? 80%, 90%, alright, thanks for your participation. Here comes the third part

Having a lesson of human assumption, a teacher of mine taught us how much a man suppose to know about another human. If we make it into percentage, what we know about someone will be no more than 50%, why? Here is the formula, 

1. 25% ; the amount of things about that person which is known by both of you and that person.
2. 25% ; the amount of things about that person which is only known by you, that person doesn’t know. These things usually be founded in people gossips.
3. 25% ; the amount of things about that person which is only known by him/her. You don’t know. Also known as personal secret. And,
4. 25% ; the amount of things about that person neither you and that person know about. Sometimes it called by ‘Dark side’, because even that person is not aware of it. Only God and nature know, maybe.

So, guys!! what do you think? Do you agree or have another opinion? ;)

Thanks for reading^^

This is my 50th blog and I think it must be special, then I read Onee's challenge. so, I dedicate this to Onee, hope she likes it, lol..

Stranger               : Excuse me, mind if I join?

Me                       : Sure, please. 

-an awkward silence-

Stranger               : You looks quiet.

Me                       : I am (smiling), I have nothing to say and none to tell. 

Stranger               : What is it about?

Me                       : Pardon?

Stranger               : In your head, what are you thinking about?

Me                       : Uhmm, world domination

Stranger               : (laughing) Seriously?!!

Me                       : Yeah, laugh as you wish, there is nothing interest me outta here

Stranger               : I see

Me                       : When I was a kid I was thinking to change the world

Stranger               : Hahaha... What is it in the world need to be changed?

Me                       : No idea, I’ll change it anyway, I’ll be famous, people will know my name, I will be one of the brightest stars on the night sky

Stranger               : Is it matter?

Me                       : Off course, it’s good to have aim, life is boring

Stranger               : No, not about that, but on the night sky, people will only see you at night

Me                       : Yes, but I am famous, people know my name

Stranger               : How about the sun? It is a star, isn’t it? And it’s close to us.

Me                       : Why do I not think about this before, become a giant fireball..

Stranger               : Yeah like Shams

Me                       : Like Shams*, you know him??

Stranger               : Yes I know, I like him very much

Me                       : Same here, we have similarity

Stranger               : I just start thinking so, hehe

Me                       : We can talk

Stranger               : We are doing it now

Me                       : Yes, it feels weird

Stranger               : You will get used to

Me                       : What?

Stranger               : Human interaction, as social creatures we suppose to interact to each others, talk, help, hang out.

Me                       : I don’t like social life, what is the point of those all

Stranger               : Collective minds for collective good. What do you think? what is it that can make us survive this far, huh?!

Me                       : Excuse me?!

Stranger               : Come on! See North Korea, what makes them err, you know, left behind?

Me                       : They have nuclear

Stranger               : Are you really buying it? aww come on! What is the use of the nuclear weapon if the people of that country are suffering

Me                       : It’s their problem

Stranger               : Here come the selfish. Never mind! The point here is you see it but you don’t pay attention. They are many people in North Korea but all the orders are coming from a man, and you know a man is limited, very limited. No research, no discovery, no competition, all flat! Your life is just to fill a statistic data.

Me                       : Good point!

Stranger               : I expect you react more

Me                       : Oh, it’s interesting, please go on

Stranger               : Nope, just forget what I said

Me                       : Hahahaha , you are funny

Stranger               : I am, because I am you, stop starring at me and get out of this toilet and join your fellow human

*Shams I Tabrizi, Rumi's companion. 

Thanks for reading.

This is my third blog about philosophy. You may read the previous blogs here and here. This time I am going to talk about something relate to ‘Logic’, the art of thinking. There are few things we need to avoid so we can think in logic and take the right conclusion. These things we need to avoid are called ‘Fallacies’, let’s check it out!!!

1. Dicto simpliciter

An argument based on an unqualified generalization

Example : Training is good for everyone (for someone who has heart disease, training may not good)

 2. Hasty generalization

 3. Post hoc

If there are two events happen in order, doesn’t mean the first event caused the second event.

Example:

 4. Contradictory Premises

This is a bit hard to explain so I’ll use example instead

Premise 1: God is be able to do everything

Premise 2: God creates a heavy stone so He couldn’t lift it

What is your conclusion? My answer is no conclusion :D

 5. Ad misericordiam

Appeal to pity so the argument will be accepted.

6. False analogy

7. Hypothesis contrary to fact

8. Poisoning the well

That’s all about the fallacies have been taken from a famous short story titled ‘Love is Fallacy’, You can get the pdf here ---> love_is_a_fallacy.pdf. Anyway let me hear your opinion about the fallacy and if you ever find any in your environment, I’d be happy to know. So, please share your story here.

Thanks for your attention and have a great day!!! 

This is one of the stories I had submitted for Danny's writing challenge : Short story. I post it here after Tanya corrected it so you readers can feel the real thrill. I really glad when she said this is one of the best in her opinion^^ 

I was sleeping on the sofa when mom woke me up and asked me to move to my room because we had guests. I did what she said and went straight to my bed. I fell asleep and woke up again, looked at myself in the mirror and saw my hair was tied into ponytail. It hadn’t been my hair style before I slept I guess, that time I started feeling something weird. Soon I opened the door and it was dark and foggy. Damn! I was trapped in my dream again. Because I fell asleep twice, I had  to wake up twice in order to get my consciousness back and bring myself to reality. Actually it was easy, let’s search the place I sleep as a check point. But believe me, dream world is not a good place to explore it alone. During my way back, I met many people with scary faces. It reminded me of the last horror movie I had seen “Insidious”. That recalling process just made the things worse, I see almost all of the ghosts from that movie here, But, don’t worry. They won’t kill me. The only way to keep me stay here is to increase my anxiety and I won’t give up easily, all I need  is just a clear mind and keep moving.

I am running as hell noticing a lousy four legged creature after me.  I saw the cringed face at a glance. I ran as fast as I could and then I saw it, the sofa where I had slept before. I jumped onto that sofa and when I landed I suddenly found myself awoke seeing the back of my mom who was staring through the window. It was daylight, thanks God I am back! I was breathing fast and sweating badly, “I had a bad dream, mom, why didn’t you wake me up?” Mom turned to me and I saw it again, the cringed face of that lousy creature. 

Thank you and have a great Halloween! :D (For you who celebrate it off course)

What do you think about the truth? Some say something we believe, alright. Is that thing you believe a truth for real?

Let’s see how philosophy sees the truth.

From picture 1. You see the railway. Do you think the parallel lines will be meet at one point? Logically no, because if those lines unite at one point, the train will slip and off of track. This kind of truth is called ‘Rational truth’ it based on our logic.

From picture 2. You now see those lines unite at one point? How could it be? Because we see it from specific point of view. If you can enter the picture, try to take one or two steps forward and you will find the position of the point change. If you still unsure, run to that point and see your self whether that meeting point is exist for real or not. Our logic has already said it impossible the parallel lines meet at one point but our eyes told different truth. This kind of truth caused by our eyes is called ‘sensory truth’ and its trustworthy level is the lowest among others truth, because our sensory organs –eyes, ears, tongue, nose and skin- are easily got deceived by the outer appearance.

Next, any of you have a walk from start point of the railway until the end point. Then, you find out the parallel lines indeed never meet. You get this truth from experience and experiment, this kind of truth is what we call it ‘science’. You may think this ‘science’ is final truth, the most trustworthy truth we ever have because we already prove its correctness. Bad news for you guys, science have three trust levels, they are :

-feasible true

-possibly true

-plausibly true

 Have you heard about ‘axiom’? axiom or postulate is a statement that is taken to be true, to serve as a premise or starting point for further reasoning and arguments. Axiom holds the highest level of truth in science. Even though so, axiom still be falsificated by the recent theories, and when this happens, axiom is no more than a mere ‘feasibly true’ science. Later I will write more about ‘falsification’

There was an african sufi named Bokar. He said there are only three truths in this world

My truth

Your truth

And the truth

Thanks for reading^^ 

P.S : You may like to read the former blog here :D

Pictures are taken from internet (not mine :P)

It formed by two words, Philis/philia means love or friends and Sophia means wisdom. Basically it means love of wisdom or friend’s wisdom. We call something philosophy because it’s ‘reflective’, means we could agree with it and find it almost everywhere.

How many names can you recall whether he/she related to philosophy? You may said Plato, Aristotle and so on. let me bring you back to 500 years before Christ, Heraclitus said few statements which made him famous, two of them are ‘Phante Rei’ and ‘Binary Opposition’. Let’s check it one by one.

Phante rei, etimologically means everything is flow/flux. The word ‘flow’ reminds us with ‘river’, Heraclitus said none ever step/cross into the same river twice, because the second time that person crosses that river, that person ain’t same person with the one who crossed it before and the river ain’t the same river anymore. Do you agree with this? If yes, this is worth to be a philosophical statement, then.

 Binary opposition mentioned everything in this world has its pair or counterpart I.e. husband and wife, pair here means two things that complete each others. Opposite is not same with antonym like dark and bright, the difference lays on gradation which is belong to antonym. Actually I am still not sure about this concept of opposite and antonym, but I do agree about everything in this world has its opposite and they complete each others. There are beauty and ugly, but the beauty is in debt with the ugly because if there is no ugly, beauty wont be existed.

You may be agree or disagree with these philosophy –or maybe you already have your own philosophy, lol- doesn’t matter. There is a reason why philosophy be called as ‘Mater Scientiarum’ aka mother of all sciences, it helps us to understand everything.

Last but not least, Heraclitus said something about death. We don’t have to fear death because death will not come as long as we alive and when it comes, we are no longer live. What do you think? I personally don’t fear death but what comes after it.

By time,

Indeed, mankind is in loss,

Except for those who have believed and done righteous deeds and advised each other to truth and advised each other to patience.

Thanks for reading ^^

Have you ever asked yourselves what living means? For me being live is to stay in a giant spinning ball when it’s sailing in ocean stars. Its spin gives us magical effect in our outer appearance, some people would call it ‘getting older’ or ‘growing up’ and so on, but for me it’s a kind of time traveling. In life, it’s not only about ‘where’ but also’when’ which means our lives is framed by place and time. To be alive is to be filled by energy of nature. Its energy positioned us as  the part of life stream, connected to everything by invisible strings and involved us in silent conversations with the whole universe. Even when the live is end, this energy wont disappear but turn into another form. Needless to say, we are always be the part of the cosmic. One for all, all for one. 

Reality : Childhood

This is an old story. I don’t remember the details, but I try to point up the important things only. This is about childhood, friendship, family love and something else, something new but strange, at least for a kid. I bet one cannot actually define what happened, but I tell you anyway.

Me :

Seven years old, second grade in elementary school.

Physically : A short girl. Mentally : Clumsy.

Was having my school holiday.

There was a new student and new kid in our neighborhood,just moved in a month ago and enjoying the same holiday.

My friend :

Ten years old, third grade.

Physically : a lanky girl. Mentally: Unknown.

My opinion : She was my new friend, bigger than me and nice. I thought she could be my big sister I never had.

We spent lots of time together, no, as long as I remember it was very short time but in some extent I could feel the eternity on it. Were playing along and running errands all day, happened for few days, maybe a week. Then, there was Sunday.

We dropped by to my house after a morning walk. She sat in the living room. I entered my room and saw my dad sleeping there.

My dad :

32 Years old

Physically : In my memory he was so big, big enough to carry me on his shoulders.

Mentally : Love me so much.

Had been working in town and went home once a month.

I got surprised and shouted out loud, loud enough to wake him up. Loud enough to be heard by my friend. I was so happy to meet him, too much happiness, so was my dad. He kissed me and we were chatting and laughing for five minutes .

Five minutes : The lenght of time you need to destroy a friendship.

Mum warned us to stop, she had been in kitchen and I failed to notice that. I finished with my dad and came back to my friend. We went out again. Until the midday, we separated and said goodbye, literary and beyond of my knowledge, forever.

She stopped talking to me, even to say 'hi'. We met but she acted as she never saw me. I got totally ignored. Let’s say my existence was ceased in her universe.  

My response : first, shocked. Second, confused.

WHY?

A new word had been added to my dictionary :  “Jealous”

Some facts : My friend moved with her mother only. Her parents  was having quarrel and decided to live separately. They were too poor to afford divorce.

Summer

What a boring summer! Liesel thought.

She had finished all the house works and there was nothing she could do after that. She decided to climb the hill not far from her backyard. Lately she found it peaceful to lying on the shade of a tree, watching the clear sky with bubbles of clouds. She had been busy with her own mind, thinking and cursing her three brothers that she acclaimed ‘having best summer holiday ever’.

Hans, the first, mostly buried himself on pile of books. Study was always his excuse when Liesel sneaked his room and asked him to hang out. He would said that he needed to graduate fast and if there was something he did out there, it should be useful for his career in the future. At this point Liesel would say no word and calmly exited the room.  See what was happened when the holiday started, Hans couldn’t be found anywhere, at least by Liesel –though their parents seemed not distracted at all, they just told Liesel not to worry about him because he was already a grown up and strong man. The next week, The grown up and strong man came back with a guitar.

“What is that?” Asked Liesel

“Gibson Less Paul, original ones”

“Would it be useful for your career?” she asked again and he simply answered yes. It made Liesel rolling her eyes, She thought what an agricultural student could do with a guitar. Since then, Liesel had no more access into his brother’s room.

Tudy, The second brother, had been bragging out her plan of tracking since a month before the holiday started. He was preparing everything, he was so ready to go.

“Can I go with you?” Asked Liesel when she helped him write out the equipment Tudy would need.

“Dear, I wish I could” then he patted her head pat pat pat.

He explained why he couldn’t. He said all his friends were boys, there was no way for a girl to join because the road to the hill was dangerous especially for Liesel’s tinny feet.  Then he promised someday he would bring along his dearest little sister into a journey of a great mountain climbing.

“When you a little bit taller, we’ll go. Just two of us!”

Those words were enough to draw a smile in Liesel’s face. There was no doubt she loved Tudy the most among her cynical brothers.  

During the first and second day, Tudy called and sent messages to liesel in every hour, all day long. On the third day, they lost contact. Apparently there was no signal in the mountain or his mobile battery was drained. Every time Liesel checked her phone, she would take a look into his brother’s account and made a grumble face for seeing his status ‘Busy creating memories’.

The last one, Liesel’s youngest brother, Miche. He was in the middle of school camp. Not so different from Tudy, he was more than ready. Liesel would recall how Miche was mumbling about it, he said they would have the best week on his childhood, did this and that, learnt about survival, had bonfire and burned the marhsmallow on it. While remembering this, Liesel would fall asleep and remember nothing but peace. A sweet dream came to her mind, Hans, Tudy, Miche and Liesel, was sitting surrounded a bonfire, they seemed to be in a forest in the midnigth. Hans hold his guitar, had been playing it, others were singing with each hand handled a stick with marshmallow on the edge of it.

Distinction

People always look for distinction because they think it makes life easier.  In fact life is not always that simple. Who know’s there is something under the surface? Having been hiding and yet waiting for the right time to show up. Let’s take a closer look to image of Yin-Yang, black and white in the same shape and proportion are flowing together in a full cycle. Each color represent the good and bad in this life, well it is called ‘distinction’. Oh wait! There is a black dot inside the white area and a speck of white color in the dark area, what are those called then? Black dot inside the white is represents the badness on something good and the white dot inside the dark means there is always a good thing in every bad condition. It is a simple thing to see that many people are still blind of to. Thing that we may aware of it but still left unnoticed.  

Some of things are as simple as night and day, it surely change by the flow of time, all we need is patience to see the dawn from the dusk through out the night. The same way to revealed the mud that covered by snow. At first all are white and beautiful until we could see the dirt after the snow completely melted. Different things are used to do different tasks, the sweetness of white milk could make our body fresh and health while the bitterness of dark coffee is good to keep our body and mind awake. We may need salt for every cuisine but adding black pepper for spicy ones only. Some things are optional, for example some people choose to sleep in the darkness while some others prefer to do it under the brightness of the lamp. And there are always people who don’t give a damn of the options they have, whether it is a chocolate or an orange mousse, it doesn’t matter anyway. 

PS : Finally I have time to write and post this, lol. Because I am using all the words on the list, I'll have to ask Eva for a prize, hahahaha xD