Tuesday, September 26, 2006

A Story For All ..

A water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck.. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.

At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.

After 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. I am ashamed of myself, and because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.

The bearer said to the pot, Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side that's because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you've watered them.

For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.

Moral
Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.

You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them . . .

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

me and miss xx

do u feel that sometimes days just seem to pass by so fast..
that time is always one step ahead of us..
we very often forget the wonderful things that happened before..
choosing instead to focus on the small and insignificant matters..
lovely times we had become memories the moment it happens..

i had great friends..
people that love me so much..
yet i refuse to change my sad view of this world..

anyway this post if for miss xx..
re-read the testimonal u wrote for me 2 years back..
realised it wasn't the first time u sent me the message..
do u really love me..
maybe a little..
maybe as a good friend..
maybe more than some others..
all of a sudden i have the urge to tell u..
that i love u too..
maybe a little..
maybe as a good friend..
maybe more than some others..
our friendship is growing..
slowly.. not fading..
i saw some photos of me in your friendster..
it made me smile..
i really wonder if it is just like what u said..
that we are good friends..
not a little more?...

u like guys that are not emotional..
u like guys that are independent..
u like guys that make u laugh..
u like guys that are not like my cousin or paul..
u like guys that are like me..
haha.. am i too proud to make a statement like that..

the times we went out..
the lunches we had before church..
the hahas i have in my phone sms..
i will remember them..
i really like that..
really really.. so really.. very really..
i dream that maybe.. someday.. one day..
something will happen..
something lovely..
something sweet..
something beautiful..
something miraclous..
something wonderful..

*ah.. my miss xx..
QX LOVES YOU!!

Saturday, September 02, 2006

I MISS YOU

i miss you dream gal..
i thought of you today..
i talked about you a little..
but i forgot you already..
need you.. hate you..
miss you.. never call you..
love you.. don't need you..
want to see you.. where are you..

*forgive me.. i am drunk..
a little.. just a little bit..