a story..

[silli_boi]

Long time ago, there was a potter who lived alone. He was not rich, not handsome, not clever and not good at conversing with people. One day while he was making his pots at the kiln as usual, a lady knocked on the door. The lady was from another town and happened to pass by. She was seeking food and lodging for the night as it was getting dark.

Comments

[i_believe]

Why so pessismistic the story?

[silli_boi]

hm.. i guess the writer also had a part to influence the story ba =p

[raynertay]

ur life story?...

[silli_boi]

hm... partially ba =)

[raynertay]

touching

[silli_boi]

hm.. ok ba.. =)