"success is a matter of adjustment. if you achieve waht you set out to achieve, you will be successful--if the goal had value from the start.

if you fall short of a goal, but realise along the way that there are other valuable goals and are flexible enoguh to shift to better ones, you will alos be successful.

if the values you cherish have evolved only from the short-term, selfish, the hedonistic, the frivolous, your success will not be genuine.

values that allow and encourage commitment and the desire to contribute to others, produce some enlightenment and ratchet the community one notch higher in quality of life are the ones that will undergird success of the kind you want."

-Letter To A Great Grandson
by hugh downis

like the man you sit next to on the morning train;
and whom you look through like a window-pane

Colors Of The Wind Vanessa Williams
You think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You learn things you never knew
You never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue cored moon?
or ask the grinning bobcat why he grinned
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?

Come run the hidden pinetrails of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the rivers are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle in a hoop that never ends

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue cored moon?
or let the eagle tell you where he's been
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?

How high does the sycamore grow
If you cut it down, then you'll never know

And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue cored moon
Or whether we are white or copper-skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colours of the wind
You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind

i dont know how to start blogging. a minute ago, as i was signing in my head was so filled up with all the tings i wanna whine/ complain/ ramble about but when this page opened up i was like' ohmy how do i start blogging?'. funny, isnt it.

was looking through all my old emails and letters and all the stuff in my memory box and well, it brought back loads of memories. esp jus now, was blogsurfing other ppl's old entries and my emails, all those about redcross stuff really made me , yeah. everytime i do this kinda thing, its always like, wad happened? a person posted smth about how she is so excited to take up this certain proj and i can really feel it, from her words her tone in her blog the enthusiasim the i-dont-care-im-gonna-put-100%-of-myself-in-this. for a short moment too, i had that feeling and got reminded how it used to be an everyday kinda thing for me.

wad happened wad happened wad happened did it change only for me or is it the same for everyone esle too. so sick and tired of caring and trying to look enthusiastic. wadshappening. its not meant to be this way you know. i always thought it was hte best thign that ever happened to me and now, hurhs. wad happened to that voice inside me which convinced my whole being that wadever happened it is the thing im passionate about its the thing i wanna do its the thing i must commit myself to. wadever happens, just hang on. the rainbow after the rain. did the rainbow take so long to come out, i cant keep faith anymore? i dont even know wad im doing now. school-homework-tuition-revision-notes-things to do-things to bring. i seemed to be doing so much but raelly, nothing at all. i can talk the whole day yet nothign i truly wanna says comes out. i can smile and laugh but feel like a constipated toad inside. living day to day, no, wrong, its existing without living. i drag myself her and there but my real person is nowhere. caring about all the thigns which i really dont give a damn about. not having time to do everythign else. but there seemed nothign else that, i dont know, i really acre about either.

wad i really wanna do now. go somewhere reallyreally far away and sit on a mountain and watch a sunrise. or feel the clouds. or try grab the stars. or get drenched by rain. maybe, see the rainbow too.

youre holding on to me so tightly i cant breathe you dont know me at all stop assuming you know wad or how im thinking. YOU HAVE NO IDEA. stop screaming or you ll push me off hte edge. stop blinding yourself in wad you think is correct. let me go, give me some space, sont tell me to live upt o your expectations. cos im not her. i dont wanna be like her either.

Have you noticed the multitude of articles, books, and other information about dealing with stress that seem to be out there these days? It just struck me the other day, when I was paging through a magazine in a waiting room. While they seem to have good suggestions to offer, like getting some exercise, watching your diet, relaxation

You've probably heard the phrase about picking up on other people's "vibes." Well, that description is pretty accurate, because actually we are all composed of energy, and each of us emits our very own "force field." Likewise, thoughts and words are forms of energy as well. And when we suffer from stress, often it's because of the pressure of negative thoughts we may have or that we "pick up" from others.

Just like dirt that can accumulate on the body, this negative energy can accumulate as well. What I've found to be very helpful is to do what I call an "energy cleansing." This is a simple visualization that you can perform whenever you wish, but it's especially useful at the end of the day.

Sit comfortably and close your eyes. Imagine that a golden shower of light is descending on you, starting from the top of your head. Visualize it moving downwards through all the parts of your body, cleaning any dark spots that may be there. See it pushing this "sludge" of dark negative energy out of your body down through the soles of your feet into the ground. Keep visualizing this golden light doing its clearing action until there is only the light left in your body. Open your eyes and sit for a few minutes, enjoying the sense of calm and peace.

looking through all the uk trip photos. haha yes, it did bring back loads of memories. the sunsets, the rolling hills, willie the sheep farmer (rmb, you can survive w/o your mp3, com, hp, but not w/o food) , and all those blue sweaters. it did make me miss it a little, guess hte trip was really an eye-opener but it wasnt worth the things i missed out cos of the trip, or the trouble i got into aft that. still, the pictures on the cd was really cool(:

gosh realised that friendster's got this thing which shows you who 'grabbed your photos' AFTER i went ard grabbing everyones photos, copying and pasting here and there. OHNO. ahh, im very sorry to whoever who sees this and realised i grabbed their photos. 'grabbed' is such a funny word, sounds aggressive and haha well, we had our bonding party yesterday..if you call pouring water and drinking gross stuff and stoning and spilling nailpolish 'bonding'. and first time in my life yesterday, i took the last train home..but that attempt wasnt much of a success that train stopped in toapayoh and i had to cab back, reaching home at 1:30 am. then the first thing i said to my mum wheni went back was, why are you so late? (cos she reached home only a while before i did) before she could say that to me.