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I'll never forget
The Flowers You Gave Me
or anything else for that matter
DORITA
070191
holy in pri
brownie
anglican high
girl guide
student coucilor
st. andrew's junior college
concert band :)
living sanctuary brethen church
youth ablaze
doritarded@live.com.sg
there's not much i wanna say.
just a lot that i wanna do.
if i ever get the chance
Thursday, April 24, 2008
missed school today.
so darn happy.
ha.
was in the doctor's office feeling the cold of the air con
waiting for the buzzer to beep
and the LCD above the consultation room's door to flash the number '32'
when the headline of a magazine article (the kind you always find in a clinic) caught my eye.
"IF YOU HAD ONE MORE YEAR TO LIVE"
how apt considering you go to the doctor's hoping to recover from whatever ailment it is that you're suffering from.
anyways, it got me thinking.
what WOULD I do if i had one more year to live?
sure i'd want world peace, to save the hungry children in Africa, eliminate poverty, save all people from condemnation but if i were living in this screwed of world of ours, what would i do?
well here's what i've come up with so far:
1. quit school. (there's no need for elaboration is there?)
now that i've quit school i'd have more time to
2. pay more attention to my friends :]
3. put in more effort in making the people around me happy
4. write more songs.
5. record my songs.
6. perform my songs
7. keep a proper journal. (the paper pad i'm using wont last long)
8. raise money for charities while doing all that.
9. learn to
10. fall
11. in
12. love
13. again
cus i think i deserve to have someone love me whole heartedly.
to show me care and affection.
to offer me a sense of security.
to romance me.
its selfish i know.
i mean, i'm gonna die in a year but can you blame a girl for wanting all that?
'the potter and his vase'
one day a potter decides to create the best vase he'll ever make.
its takes him years of sweat, blood and tears.
he puts in all he's got all his emotion, all his time, all of him.
he commits himself to its creation that the process becomes a part of him.
a gd productive day would put him in high spirits
and a tiny mistake would get him down.
but he'll tell himself to incorporate that mistake and make the vase even better then it was before.
his effort paid off and he created the most elaborate, most exquisite vase anyone in the world had ever seem
everyone said that it would last forever and would go down in history.
one day, as he was polishing the vase, it slipped, fell to the ground and broke into a billion pieces with a loud thundering crash.
at first he stood there in shock. mouth ajar as he stared at what used to be his most prized possesion.
he picked up the pieces and it cut him. he wasnt bothered about the pain or the bleeding.
all he wanted was to salvage all he could of the vase and hopefully piece it back together.
he work day in day out, praying every night before he slept and morning he awoke that he'll be able to piece it back together.
sadly, the material of which the vase was made of didn allow the potter to repair the vase.
he cried. for a whole year he hurt in memory of that vase which took all of him to make. slowly but surely, he got over the broken vase. convincing himself that at least the vase had came to be even if it didn last as long as he had hoped (which was forever).
he told himself that it was all right as at least the world once saw what he was capable of.
still, the potter never made another vase so exquisite, so carefully thought out, so carefully made. people wondered why but soon understood.
he could never handle the possibility of a 2nd blow.
6:10 PM
