Laihka State
Laihka State (Burmese: Legya) was a state in the central division of the Southern Shan States of Burma, with an area of 3711 km².
The general character of the state was hilly and broken, with a mean altitude of a little under 3000 ft. The main rivers were the Nam Teng, an important tributary of the Salween, and the Nam Pawn. Laihka, located in the plain of the Nam Teng, was the capital where the saopha had his palace (haw). The town of Panglong, where the Panglong Agreement took place, is located close to Laihka.
History
Traditional legends talk about a predecessor kingdom in the area named Hansavadi. Laihka State was founded in 1505 as a state subordinated to Hsenwi State. On the downfall of King Thibaw civil war broke out, and reduced the population to a few hundred. In 1901 it had risen again to 25,811. About seven-ninths of the land under cultivation consisted of wet rice cultivation. A certain amount of upland rice was also cultivated, and cotton, sugarcane and garden produce made up the rest. Laihka, the capital, was noted for its ironwork, both the iron and the implements made being produced at Pang Long in the west of the state. This and lacquerware were the chief exports, as also a considerable amount of pottery. The imports were chiefly cotton piece-goods and salt.
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The Blackout
by: LigeiaThe going rate on seduction must be a dime a dozen
So don't get your hopes up
This life's a contradiction,
a typecast for hypocrisies,
but you run the miles away on to sell yourself short
And i am the one who dreams of you
I dream of you as a concubine
Taste the salt from your worthless tears
I felt your heart beat for one last time
and i let go forever
And I am the one who dreams of you
I dream of you
I still dream of you
Sirens fade from silence
this is were the story ends
In a dream of truth, they'll never find you
Yellow tape, empty chalklines,
that's all she wrote
Head first through a noose,
I'd shed a tear for you,
but you're not even here
I scream your name for one last time
Can you here me now?
Can you feel me now?
But i must move on to find
reason for years of weakening disaster
So wait for passion, but tell me,
do you fear for heartache?
There's no hope left for solace
I know, I know so let go
This blackout begins to define this sorry moment
So wait for passion, but tell me,
do you fear for heartache?
I let go of everything I loved
From all the bridge drops,
I leave her crimson tide
There's no hope left for solace
I know, I know so i let go
This blackout begins