The Missing Part

Life is always imperfect. That is something I pick up over the years.
Last night my hubby stays out ignoring the fact that my family is out of town, leaving me home alone. Heehee, but never mind at least I have my very own time to chat on MSN with other friends. Manage to catch up with one of my ex-tuition kid, he just completed his 'A' level yesterday, cannot imagine how long ago that was when I taught him during his primary 3 to 6.

Two other guy friends, one we talk about books and people interaction that we came across, past, present, and wonderful times we have together. How time pass and what we miss most? Guess what I was in his missed list :p

Second is Z.F. (my good old friend). we talk about daily stuff, and I told him about my petty temper and lousy mood recently. I told him how my poor hubby suffers for my mood swing and how I worry he is like my ex. Which I thought he understand me, but in fact he do not understand and feel lose in the end decide to leave me. Then come the topic of ‘Perfect Match’, Z.F. still feel that there exist should a thing as ‘perfect match’ and I do not believe now. I think we can only see if the other party is willing to understand and stand by us.

This morning I went to read my email with an attached power point slide, I think it is so meaningful, but it cannot be attached to this blog… the title is ‘The Missing Piece’ It talk about how a circle with missing part actually enjoy her journey in search of the missing part. But when she found it, she realizes with the new found missing piece, she become too perfect to live the happy life that she use to have when on the journey of searching. She learns that without the missing piece, her life has so much meaning in it.