i think most of u would have most probably heard of this story before but i just want to share it here on my blog.
once an artist roamed the streets of China, seeking the most beautiful things to draw on his empty sheet of canvas. he strayed into an alley and spotted a warrior, lying injured and leaning against the wall of a house. he asked the warrior what the most beautiful thing in the world was. the warrior simply answered, "peace." before the artist could help him, the warrior dropped dead onto the filthy ground.
next, the artist was thirsty, so he continued on to the teahouse for refreshments. on his way there, however, he met up with a handicapped person, and asked the same question. the man replied with a grim look on his face, "happiness." and he rode off on his wheelchair without a second word.
feeling puzzled, the artist strode into the teahouse. he quickly chose an empty table and sat down. he took out his canvas and started pondering about what to draw. just then, he felt a tug on his shirt. he turned around and looking down, his eyes picked out a boy no older than six, with ragged clothes and disheveled hair. the boy stretched both his arms out. he must most probably be begging for money, the artist thought. with a wave of his hand, the artist got up to leave, wanting to look for another teahouse. however, an idea struck him. he asked the boy the question. and the boy, with a look of hurt on his face, mumbled, " love."
suddenly, the boss of the teahouse ran out of the kitchen and when he caught the sight of the dirty boy, he yelled and chased him out. the artist could do nothing but feel tremendous pity for the boy. and all of a sudden, he knew what to draw on his canvas.
without second thoughts, he whipped out his drawing brush, and a bottle of black ink. several minutes went by. as silent as he entered the teahouse, he left just as quickly, purposely leaving his now filled-up canvas on the tea table.
"what a beautiful piece of art," exclaimed one stranger.
"yes indeed," agreed another passer-by.
murmurs could be heard within the crowd that had by then, circled the table. and on the canvas, the artist had drawn the picture of one man, a woman and two children. all of them were holding hands and had a huge grin on their faces.
"my goodness, isn't this a drawing of a FAMILY?" said a voice. all heads turned towards the man. and one by one, they nodded in agreement and persuaded the teahouse boss to hang the painting next to the entrance.

some parts of the story i have changed, but i did try to keep to the original meaning to my best ability. so people out there, remember what family stands for, and yes, above all, love them.

back to school sutff. yeah, project work (pw) has started and it sure is a burden for all of us. i gotta finish my first draft by tomorrow and show it to my supervising tutor. grr, i am supposed to sleep now. so damn tired, especially after basketball training. well, wanna go off to complete my PI now, see you guys around! remember: love. happiness. peace. ^^