Under a Clear Blue Sky

Imagine a clear blue sky without a cloud in sight. Just thinking about it should give your spirits a little lift. Now turn you mind�s eye down to survey the landscape. Which of the following scenes feels most calming and relaxing to you? <br /> <br />1. A white snowy plain. <br />2. A blue seascape. <br />3. A green mountain. <br />4. A field of yellow flowers.The colour blue has power to soothe the soul. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Even a blue image in the mind can slow down the pulse and make you take a deep breath. Other colours have significance, too. The scene you pictured contrasted against the clear blue sky reveals a hidden talent that residues in the depth of your untroubled mind. <br /> <br />1. A white snowy plain. <br />You are blessed with a special sensitivity that allows you to comprehend situations at a glance and decipher complex problems without needing any proof or explanation. You have what it takes to be a clear-sighted decision maker and even something of a visionary. Always trust your first intuitions; they will guide you well. <br /> <br />2. A blue seascape. <br />You have a natural talent for interpersonal relations. People respect your ability to communicate with others and the way you help bring diverse groups together. Just by being around, you help others work more smoothly and efficiently, making you an invaluable member of any project or team. When you say, �Nice job. Keep up the good work,� people know you mean it. So it means that much more to them. <br /> <br />3. A green mountain. <br />Your gift for expensive communication. You always seem to be able to find the words to express the way you feel, and people soon realize it�s exactly how they were feeling too. They say that joy shared is multiplied, while shared grief is divided. You always seem able to help others find the right side of that equation <br /> <br />4. A field of yellow flowers. <br />You are a storehouse of knowledge and creativity, bursting with ideas and almost infinite potential. Keep attuned to the feelings of others and never stop working on building your dreams, and there is nothing you cannot achieve.

forgot to add on to yestday blog that.........i got hit by the ball! idiot larh....haha.....now, it isnt my fault that i haf bad memory and i ain tt clever....cuz the hit by the ball killed alot of my brain cells! as i said....i was trying to save up the brain cells for future use! wait till u c how powerful my brain is when i use all my brain cells....wahahah....and britt say that i was saving those brain cells for the "i do" part.......dumb sia....

havent started any of ur*fel n toot's* autograph book yet....quite alot of inspiration to decortate the page and stuff, but i dun haf ani words to write! :P haahha....and those decorating stuff requires alot fo effort, and i most prolly give up halfway :D <--thats me :)

hmm....hmm.....i wanna play bball! now that the project thingy is cancelled, i have nuthin to do and still, i m alone at home.....bro went sch, wont be back till nite? bleah....i'll be alone till evening time......all toot's fault! haha.......with the sweltering hot sun, guess i'll be even more chao-dar if i'm out there.....lol....go swimming! sigh.....wont be allowed to do that yet........all toot's fault for trapping me at home...and the matrix reloaded.....

nvm....i'll fill my audience* u all larh* with some nice stuff! the kokology quizes! heehee.....and some quotes?*if i bother to look for em :)*

feel like typing sth....but....haha....it'll be just crap.......
i wanna play squash! sigh.......
hmm........waitin for sms to come in.....haha...so bo liao.....jolin's song on radio now*shuo ai ni* nice nice! used to hate her alot.....just like how much i hated cavin or isit spelt as kevin, wadeva....hes e 933 dj.....his chi name is shu1 zhi4 cheng2, his new song veri nice! but veri difficult to remember the tune and the lyrics, not veri catchy, but nice!
wah stupid leh...the sms got mixed up.....msges all got jumbled up, not chronologically nor e other way round....
haha....toot still not home yet! so late! hhaha......toot! read this? heehee....me xiang3 wai1 wai1 liao......haha.....cant stop me eh.....

hmmm....body temp now is:36.5
haha....so hot.....

wah....stupid clay's song.....unchained melody....not nice! somewhere out there nicer.....meryl haf a bad taste....everybody haf a bad taste except for those who like sun yanzi! heehee........

btw, those quotes arent invented by me! got from this sch library book.....haha.....alot of nice quotes......haf to pick em up from thousands of other quotes.......no wonder my eyesight getting worse! not my fault....itiz all for ur welfare! to enlighten u pple! heeehee....i so honourable eh*like brutus?* lol......i'm toking crap......feel feverish now.......but temp is still 36.5......does it mean i haf fever? when my normal temp is bout 35.9-36.4 lol....sound normal.....i'm just getting crazy.......pple in sch r starting the autograph book frenzy.....hates to write em....but likes to read em......but if pple have e same preference as me, it'll means that i'll have to write for em in order for them to write for me.....blah blah.....

sigh...nuthin nice in sch today....at least i cant remember anithing.....my temp now is 36.5....yeah...again....why isit so constant when i'm feeling more and more feverish....sigh......matrix reloaded....when can i watch it?----nobody can give me a definite answer---- lol.....haha...good nitez! :) *me trying to smile when i'm so tired and frowning is the only thing i wanna do* even that smile looks so fake......haha.....lol....im crazy :P

.:. it . is . better . to . be . hated . for . what . you . are . than . loved . for . what . you . are . not .:.

* .The Death Of The Moth. *

Moths that fly by day are not properly to be called moths; they do not excite that pleasant sense of dark autumn nights and ivy-blossom which the commonest yellow-under wing asleep in the shadow of the curtain never fails to rouse in us. They are hybrid creatures, neither gay like butterflies nor sombre like their own species. Nevertheless the present specimen, with his narrow hay-coloured wings, fringed with a tassel of the same colour, seemed to be content with life. It was a pleasant morning, mid-September, mild, benignant, yet with a keener breath than that of the summer months. The plough was already scoring the field opposite the window, and where the share had been, the earth was pressed flat and gleamed with moisture. Such vigour came rolling in from the fields and then down beyond that it was difficult to keep the eyes strictly turned upon the book. The rooks too were keeping one of their annual festivities; soaring round the tree tops until it looked as if a vast net with thousands of black knots in it have been cast up into the air; which, after a few moments sank slowly down upon the trees until every twig seemed to have a knot at the end of it. Then, suddenly, the net would be thrown into the air again in a wider circle this time, with the utmost clamour and vociferation, as though to be thrown into the air and settle slowly down upon the tree tops were a tremendously exciting experience. <br /> <br />The same energy which inspired the rocks, the ploughmen, the horses, and even, it seemed, the lean bare-backed downs, sent the moth fluttering from side to side of conscious of a queer feeling of pity for him. The possibilities of pleasure seemed that morning so enormous and so various that to have only a moth�s part of life, and a day moth�s at that, appeared a hard fate, and his zest in enjoying his meagre opportunities to the full, pathetic. He flew vigorously to one corner of his compartment, and, after waiting there a second, flew across to the other. What remained for him but to fly to a third corner and then to a fourth? That was all he could do in spite of the size of how the downs, the width of the sky, the far-off smoke of houses, and the romantic voice, now and then, of a streamer out at sea, What he could do he did. Watching him, it seemed as if a fibre, very thin but pure, of the enormous energy of the world had been thrust into his frail and diminutive body. As often as he crossed the pane, I could fancy that a thread of vital light became visible. He was little or nothing but life. <br /> <br />Yet, because he was so small, and so simple a form of the energy that was rolling in at the open window and driving its way through so many narrow and intricate corridors in my own brain and in those for other human beings, there was something marvellous as well as pathetic about him. It was as if someone had taken a tiny bead of pure life and decking it as lightly as possible with down and feathers, had set it dancing and zigzagging to show us the true nature of life. Thus displayed one could not get over the strangeness of it. One is apt to forget all about life, seeing it humped and bossed and garnished and cumbered so that it had to move with the greatest circumspection and dignity. Again, the thought of all that life might have been had he been born in any other shape caused one to view his simple activities with a kind of pity. <br /> <br />After a time, tired by his dancing apparently, he settled on the window ledge in the sun, and, the queer spectacle being at an end, I forgot about him. Then, looking up, my eye was caught by him. He was trying to resume his dancing, but seemed either so stiff or so awkward that he could only flutter to the bottom of the windowpane; and when he tried to fly across it he failed. Being intent on other matters I watched there futile attempts for a time without thinking, unconsciously waiting for him to resume his flight as one waits for a machine, that had stopped momentarily, to start again without considering the reason of its failure. After perhaps a seventh attempt he slipped from the wooden ledge and fell, fluttering his wings, n to his back on the window sill. The helplessness of his attitude roused me. It flashed upon me that he was in difficulties; he could no longer raise himself; his legs struggled vainly. But, as I stretched out a pencil, meaning to help him to right himself, it came over me that the failure and awkwardness were the approach of death. I laid the pencil down again. <br /> <br />The legs agitated themselves once more. I looked as if for the enemy against which he struggled. I looked out of doors. What had happened there? Presumably it was midday, and work in the fields had stopped. Stillness and quiet have replaced the previous animation. The birds have taken themselves off to feed in the brooks. The horses stood still. Yet the power was there all the same, massed outside indifferent, impersonal, not attending to anything in particular. Somehow it was opposed to the little hay-coloured moth. It was useless to try to do anything. One could only watch the extraordinary efforts made by those tiny legs against an oncoming doom which could, had it chosen. Have submerged an entire city, not merely a city, but masses of human beings; nothing, I knew, had any chance against death. Nevertheless after a pause of exhaustion the legs fluttered again. It was superb this last protest, and so frantic that he succeeded at last in righting himself. One�s sympathies, of course, were all on the side of like. Also, when there was nobody to care or to know, this gigantic effort on the part of an insignificant little moth, against a power of such magnitude, to retain what no one else valued or desired to keep, moved one strangely. Again, somehow, one saw life, a pure bead. I lifted the pencil again, useless thought I knew it to be. But even as I did so, the unmistakable tokens of death showed themselves. The body relaxed, and instantly grew stiff. The struggle was over. The insignificant little creature now knew death. As I looked at the dead moth, this minute wayside triumph of so great a force over so mean an antagonist filled me with wonder. Just as life had been strange a few minutes before, so death was now as strange. The moth having righted himself now lay most decently and uncomplainingly composed. O yes, he seemed to say, death is stronger than I am.

haha....havent been online for 3 days? or isit 4? haha...haf so much to say! haha.....dun blame me that i dunnoe wads today's date....nobody seems to remember! *at least pple around me dun seem to rmmber,....haha....kana influenced by me :D*

haha....jsut got "forced" by meryl to d/l the clay's songs from her....clay's somewhere out there is nice! the song is originally v nice! but i cant find e orignal version! sigh...n theres no kazaa in this account...sian....haha....stupid meryl! send me 2 yucky songs....haha.......pple in my class are so crazy over the American Idol.....haha....meryl and fel, still crazy over survivor*fine larh! leave me out....those shows are just boring-revolves around the same tactic, same tactic to get audience-*

haha...me now in the taking temping frenzy...took bout 6-9 times of my temp since i reached home(from 8-10) haha....and now...itis the 10th time?*maybe* my temp is.....36.6! haha...the lowest i ever reached with this thermometer is 36.4 and the highest is 37.2! haha....lol....

i wanna play bball! heeheee.....so fun.......haha.......pity my toes.....kana stepped on today...*blame who!-still got who- haha :P blame me k? lol* but itiz onli nice to play outside sch.....with pple that arent in my class*excluding fel and meryl-merly- haha....meryl and melvin....heeeheee....melvin the imginary figure? onli meryl noes the truth* lucky meryl joined us today! so many pple! haha.....or else i'll be blamed that meryl wont go play bball if i go......haha...anyway....today's bball is fun! lol....look at how meryl throw...amazingly accurate with her way of throwing...heehee....comical sia........lol.....but britt hafta leave first*for wad arh?* played till bout 7? then the stupid bus....had to walk a dist of a bus stop and blah blah....so troublesome larh! can die leh......haha.......i wanna play bball tml....vesak day leh! public hol! can play! haha

haha...sigh...today....din run the 2.4 again! wanted to run.....but the hesitation ended up me having to "train" for e bball interclass.....wad happned last year made me quite determined to not join the team animore....lol.....then why am i still practicing with em? i oso dunnoe.....tot it would be fun? idiot wet slippery bball court floor.....not good for running....haha....is that an excuse? haha.....wadeva itis......just to say.....haha.....today i a rather fun day!

haha....during emaths lesson*the last period for the day* starts at 12:50, ends at 1:40.....the stupid theng theng! wahha......i dun realli mean stupid...but....haha.....lol.....she veri smart onez! from 2/3 leh! smart kayz! haha.......then always being picked on by mrs.lee! haha....the whole class was in a rather high mood! maybe cuz the newest Sars case and the new declaration form disrupted the class, then those disruptiuons caused the lesson to be shortened...and we just became talkative! haha...then mrs. lee said that 4dg is veri moody*she didnt use this word.....the original word sounded sth like insensous? haha...theres no such word rite? aniway....u get wad i mean rite? i hope u do....lol* ---my temp now is 36.6 degrees celsius--- haha then thengz was toking bout........bout......yarh! she veri crazy u know! she and her sec3 sis like 5566, then each of em bought everything*or almost everything* on sale! crazy leh! waste $ rite! each person buy one set when they r under e same roof! haha.....sounds as if they haf too much $ too spend rite? lol......haha...then then.....mrs lee is nice! haha....she teaches us emaths....and i'm "her" rep! yarh larh...kana tortured....hafta collect tonnes of hmwk that she gives out....haha.....

and and....during recess time.....we watched Xmen! the cartoon! din manage to see me*magneto man* thou....lol.....not out yet in e first cartoon episode.....the characters look nicer in the movie! haha.....*stupid meryl......message me just to ask if the song is nice? i onli haf one answer....not nice! not at all nice! except for the "somewhere out there"* lol.....haha

hmm.....ani more stuff bout today? haha...i veri lorh soh! imagine if i were to describe those stuff on yestday and yestday� and yestday� and.....haha...it'll be never-ending! haha....i still remember bout that veri nice passage.....i'll type it out and post it here if i haf time! got to share nice stuff with friends rite! haha....see! i such a good friend.....heehee....

i'll end here*i think* lol...heehee.....wt's blog is nice...bout the talkingcock thing larh....but her those reflective essay stuff is...bleah.....lucky it isnt those mrobid morbid type.....haha.....cya! :) miss me? whaha