Dustyhawk :: Broken Mirror

And so yesterday was a get together with Marcus and Gareth. The dynamic trio of pure terror that once roam the hallways of La Salle Klang. Headed to Gareth’s place and arrived there at about 1220hr, have not seen his parents nearly a decade. Miss his sister, who Serge knows is awesomely hot.

The two of us were watching wrestling and then Gareth’s dad came downstairs. Before that it was his mum around who offered enough food to generate enough electricity through carbohydrate waste to power a third world country. Gareth’s mum knew Serge since his age was 7. Marcus the always late person arrived at about 1400hr. We were to leave for Midvalley.

A group of graduates, well established in their careers, were talking at a reunion and decided to go visit their old university professor, now retired.

During their visit, the conversation turned to complaints about stress in their work and lives. Offering his guests hot chocolate, the professor went into the kitchen and returned with a large pot of hot chocolate and an assortment of cups - porcelain, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the hot chocolate.

When they all had a cup of hot chocolate in hand, the professor said, “Notice that all the nice looking, expensive cups were taken, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.