gone

dying and crying
grief and disbelief
sadness and pointless
is it?

a little girl is sobbing
at her grandmother's grave
how does one explain
the heart-wrenching pain

where has she gone
why are we left still
mysteries of the unknown
not a glimpse, we are on loan

struggling, grasping
just not understanding
failing miserably
holding back tears, just can't see

the little girl is wailing
she can't comprehend
heaven do you hear her?
angels please! ease the fragile dear

all feel the weight even more
when innocence is burnt
all feel the hell and anguish
Creator! its selfish

madness, senseless
the life so alive
a blink
she's gone

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in memory of:

dearest uncle tony
lovingly grand auntie pearl

and all the living touched.

'cracked pots'

i was just forwarded an email from one of the great people in my life on a simple Chinese-origin tale about the flaws and differences in human characteristics. it’s a quick reminder that ignites acceptance in ourselves as well as those around us. i am feeling more introspective and aware today, because of a few, three to be exact situations that do not involve myself, but my realm anyways.

i feel angry that today someone has to leave because of the lack of tolerance and understanding of another.

i feel frustrated that someone i love is treated unfairly because of personality.

i feel sad because another loved one is hurting badly, needlessly because of the pride and selfishness of another.

the world is sick from too much pride and greed and mental strain. it’s so unfair the power of silly individuals that whine and the brainless, senseless persons that listen to all that rubbish.

on another thought, i guess, ship out of bad environments or just ones that don’t work for you or people that don’t.

then again, there should be something said for those that stick and work things out.

again, the brilliance is in knowing when to do what.

hindsight 20/20.

i say eat chocolate and drink red wine instead.

question: are you a cracked pot? or a crack pot? or just the pot? or just the crack?

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a look on the brighter side....

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.

Blessings to all my crackpot friends.

balance

i feel balanced lately, however anything and everything can change this. i blink and some vibe, thought, will cause an uneasiness again. i don't remember being this way before, either that, or i had rose coloured glasses on my whole life before.

balanced makes me feel that its really all an illusion, which again leads to the uncomfortable. i take comfort in that. gosh the dichotomy of self.

just a moment ago, i was serene and balanced. my remembrances of the recent yesterdays, were busy but somewhat satisfying. i now feel estranged again. strange...

i need peace in my own skin.

onto another thought, i got a call from an employment agency for payroll contract work. apparently some of these agencies keep resumes forever. its been over a year and a half at least. always good to know what's out there.

so much to do, personal...my list:
1. Baptism - cake,present, card, food, favours, decorations
2. Mom's B-day - cake, buy food, cook food, favours, present, card.
3. Wedding - present, card, dress, pack, lists.
4. Babies - present, card.
5. Father's Day - cards, presents, lunch.
6. Birthday - dinner, present, card.
7. Going away - present making
8. Summer Camps - July done, August prep.

that's for june plus the usual daily, monthly survival thingies...

nevermind the work list...

cheers its Friday!

thought recorder

i would like a high-tech mini thought recording device for the lay person like me. you can visit any retail outlet and pick up a blue, sleek, smaller than a credit card gadget with all the bells and whistles with built in programs like thought translator/transcriber/dictionary for say $500.

i would buy one. all you techies and geniuses out there. here's a product idea, now go invent.

i have as usual an overflow of mumbo-jumbo in my head. some very interesting tangents too. most times, i forget them before i can process the words. some are so brilliantly funny that i truly wish i had a photographic memory OR a thought recorder!!!

i at present cannot remember anything note worthy.

i now end my ramblings.

i say goodbye and i will have a nice day. you should too.

one red hen

one red hen
couple of ducks
three brown bears
four running hares
five fat ladies
six simple simons
seven siamese sailors sailing on the seven seas
eight elongated elephants elevated in an elevator shaft
nine nattering ninnies nicely nestled
ten i'm not a sheet slitter nor a sheet slitter's son but i'll slit sheets till the sheet slitting's done.

this is a drinking game i learnt on rob's infamous houseboating trip. that's all i learnt with the exception that i like to sleep alot...must be the water and boat thing...

now if i could just spend some time on mark's instructions on how to post pics. this might be more interesting...