<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227</id><updated>2012-02-01T13:20:46.785+08:00</updated><category term='Gabriel Knight'/><category term='Mikhail Bulgakov'/><category term='1000 Origami Cranes'/><category term='Renee Montoya is The Question'/><category term='DVDs'/><category term='Pevear and Volokhonsky'/><category term='Pilgrimage'/><category term='Jane Hirshfield'/><category term='SF'/><category term='Rachael Yamagata'/><category term='Naomi Klein'/><category term='WoYoPracMo'/><category term='Food Writings'/><category term='24th March'/><category term='Batman'/><category term='Adventure'/><category term='Laurie R. 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Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.”&lt;/em&gt; ~ &lt;u&gt;Worstward Ho&lt;/u&gt;, Samuel Beckett&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Renunciation is not giving up the things of this world, but accepting that they go away."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt; ~ Suzuki Roshi&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1471</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-6214402716669778704</id><published>2012-01-04T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T00:07:40.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my favourite scene from "Eat, Pray, Love"</title><content type='html'>It spoke to me during a moment of my life. That it's possible to be hurting, and still allow love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uvXCQT1wKS0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-6214402716669778704?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/6214402716669778704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=6214402716669778704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/6214402716669778704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/6214402716669778704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-of-my-favourite-scene-from-eat-pray.html' title='One of my favourite scene from &quot;Eat, Pray, Love&quot;'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uvXCQT1wKS0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-7352265345461663823</id><published>2012-01-02T14:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T14:26:40.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instructions for Life by The Dalai Lama</title><content type='html'>Ask The Dalai Lama a Question&lt;br /&gt;Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.&lt;br /&gt;When you lose, don’t lose the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Follow the three R’s: &lt;br /&gt;-  Respect for self, &lt;br /&gt;-  Respect for others and &lt;br /&gt;-  Responsibility for all your actions.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.&lt;br /&gt;Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let a little dispute injure a great relationship.&lt;br /&gt;When you realize you’ve made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;Spend some time alone every day.&lt;br /&gt;Open your arms to change, but don’t let go of your values.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.&lt;br /&gt;Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and &lt;br /&gt;think back, you’ll be able to enjoy it a second time.&lt;br /&gt;A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.&lt;br /&gt;In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don’t bring up the past.&lt;br /&gt;Share your knowledge. It is a way to achieve immortality.&lt;br /&gt;Be gentle with the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Once a year, go someplace you’ve never been before.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.&lt;br /&gt;Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.&lt;br /&gt;If you want others to be happy, practice compassion.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be happy, practice compassion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-7352265345461663823?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/7352265345461663823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=7352265345461663823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>SPOKEN WORD | Leonard Cohen's A Thousand Kisses Deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xXaRT8CXmGE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t matter if the road is long&lt;br /&gt;Don’t matter if it’s steep&lt;br /&gt;Don’t matter if the moon is gone&lt;br /&gt;And the darkness is complete&lt;br /&gt;Don’t matter if we lose our way&lt;br /&gt;It’s written that we’ll meet&lt;br /&gt;At least, that’s what I heard you say&lt;br /&gt;A thousand kisses deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you when you opened&lt;br /&gt;Like a lily to the heat&lt;br /&gt;You see, I’m just another snowman&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the rain and sleet&lt;br /&gt;Who loved you with his frozen love&lt;br /&gt;His second hand physique&lt;br /&gt;With all he is and all he was&lt;br /&gt;A thousand kisses deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you had to lie to me&lt;br /&gt;I know you had to cheat&lt;br /&gt;You learned it on your father’s knee&lt;br /&gt;And at your mother’s feet&lt;br /&gt;But did you have to fight your way&lt;br /&gt;Across the burning street&lt;br /&gt;When all our vital interests lay&lt;br /&gt;A thousand kisses deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m turning tricks&lt;br /&gt;I’m getting fixed&lt;br /&gt;I’m back on boogie street&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to quit the business&lt;br /&gt;But I’m in it, so to speak&lt;br /&gt;The thought of you is peaceful&lt;br /&gt;And the file on you complete&lt;br /&gt;Except what I forgot to do&lt;br /&gt;A thousand kisses deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t matter if you’re rich and strong&lt;br /&gt;Don’t matter if you’re weak&lt;br /&gt;Don’t matter if you write a song&lt;br /&gt;The nightingales repeat&lt;br /&gt;Don’t matter if it’s nine to five&lt;br /&gt;Or timeless and unique&lt;br /&gt;You ditch your life to stay alive&lt;br /&gt;A thousand kisses deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ponies run&lt;br /&gt;The girls are young&lt;br /&gt;The odds are there to beat&lt;br /&gt;You win a while, and then it’s done&lt;br /&gt;Your little winning streak&lt;br /&gt;And summon now to deal with your invincible defeat&lt;br /&gt;You live your life as if it’s real&lt;br /&gt;A thousand kisses deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear their voices in the wine&lt;br /&gt;That sometimes did me seek&lt;br /&gt;The band is playing Auld Lang Syne&lt;br /&gt;But the heart will not retreat&lt;br /&gt;There’s no forsaking what you love&lt;br /&gt;No existential leap&lt;br /&gt;As witnessed here in time and blood&lt;br /&gt;A thousand kisses deep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-4618237760302173796?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/4618237760302173796/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xXaRT8CXmGE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-8064083359775386107</id><published>2011-12-24T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T00:07:35.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>RECORDS FOR 2011</title><content type='html'>Books Read 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Lifelong Challenge: Singapore's Bilingual Journey&lt;/b&gt; • Lee Kuan Yew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The May 13 Generation: The Chinese Middle Schools Student Movement and Singapore Politics in the 1950s&lt;/b&gt; • Edited by Tan Jing Quee,Tan Kok Chiang &amp;amp; Hong Lysa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chinese Schools in British Malaya: Policies and Politics&lt;/b&gt; • Lee Ting Hui&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shambhala: Sacred Path of the Warrior&lt;/b&gt; • Chögyam Trungpa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Places That Scare You: A Guide to Fearlessness in Difficult Times&lt;/b&gt; • Pema Chodron&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taking the Leap: Freeing Ourselves from Old Habits and Fears &lt;/b&gt;• Pema Chodron&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;365 Thank Yous: The Year a Simple Act of Daily Gratitude Changed My Life&lt;/b&gt; • John Kralik&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Wisdom of No Escape&lt;/b&gt; • Pema Chodron&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Gifts of Imperfection: Let Go of Who You Think You're Supposed to Be and Embrace Who You Are&lt;/b&gt; • Brene Brown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;When Things Fall Apart&lt;/b&gt; • Pema Chodron&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Miracle of Mindfulness: A Manual on Meditation &lt;/b&gt;• Thich Nhat Hanh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Little Prince&lt;/b&gt; • Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shah of Shahs&lt;/b&gt; • Ryszard Kapuściński [translated from the Polish by William R. Brand &amp;amp; Katarzyna Mroczkowska-Brand]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Opening the Door of Your Heart and other Buddhist Tales of Happiness &lt;/b&gt;• Ajahn Brahm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let the Right One In&lt;/b&gt; • John Ajvide Lindqvist [translated from the Swedish by Ebba Segerberg]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outliers: The Story of Success&lt;/b&gt; • Malcolm Gladwell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-8064083359775386107?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/8064083359775386107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=8064083359775386107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/8064083359775386107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/8064083359775386107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/12/records-for-2011.html' title='RECORDS FOR 2011'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-1338257163012626929</id><published>2011-11-05T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T22:27:29.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Massie's Catherine the Great and How He Came to the Russian Royalties</title><content type='html'>NPR featured a story on the biography of Catherine the Great, written by Robert Massie. &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/2011/11/05/141992986/catherine-the-great-first-she-read-then-she-ruled"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine the Great was a fascinating character. A teenager who was married off to an eccentric Czar, Peter III. Her husband was uninterested in her, and she was under constant pressure to bear the heir to the Russian throne. Bored and unhappy, Catherine read. And read. And read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"She had been a bright child; her languages then were French and German, [and] she learned Russian," Massie says. "She began to read the great philosophers of the French Enlightenment. And in that way, she developed a philosophy of rule."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What caught my attention however, as this little anecdote about how Robert Massie came to be interested in the Russian royalties:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"My first child, my son Bob Jr., was born with hemophilia ... a genetic disease. We didn't know where this had come from; we knew nothing about this. This was 50 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I knew a little, not much, about the most famous hemophiliac, the son of Nicholas II, the last czar. I started going down to the New York Public Library on my lunch hour and reading what I could find. I learned a lot about Russia. ... We went to Russia and I learned the Russian language to some degree, and I wanted to keep going."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you just don't know. Something happens. A thought led you to a path. You just followed it logically, until it led to someplace you never really expected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-1338257163012626929?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/1338257163012626929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=1338257163012626929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/1338257163012626929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/1338257163012626929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/11/robert-massies-catherine-great-and-how.html' title='Robert Massie&apos;s Catherine the Great and How He Came to the Russian Royalties'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-3515154497470745089</id><published>2011-10-31T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T20:16:51.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mona Simpson's eulogy for Steve Jobs</title><content type='html'>[ &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/10/30/opinion/mona-simpsons-eulogy-for-steve-jobs.html?_r=2&amp;pagewanted=all"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve’s final words were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WOW. OH WOW. OH WOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-3515154497470745089?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/3515154497470745089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=3515154497470745089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3515154497470745089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3515154497470745089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/10/mona-simpsons-eulogy-for-steve-jobs.html' title='Mona Simpson&apos;s eulogy for Steve Jobs'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-1371223161135390914</id><published>2011-10-23T03:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T04:00:43.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haruki Murakami'/><title type='text'>Murakami | "You got to pick the notes you really mean"</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;One of my all-time favorite jazz pianists is Thelonious Monk. Once, when someone asked him how he managed to get a certain special sound out of the piano, Monk pointed to the keyboard and said: “It can’t be any new note. When you look at the keyboard, all the notes are there already. But if you mean a note enough, it will sound different. You got to pick the notes you really mean!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often recall these words when I am writing, and I think to myself, “It’s true. There aren’t any new words. Our job is to give new meanings and special overtones to absolutely ordinary words.” I find the thought reassuring. It means that vast, unknown stretches still lie before us, fertile territories just waiting for us to cultivate them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ From &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/07/08/books/review/Murakami-t.html?ref=magazine"&gt;Jazz Messenger&lt;/a&gt;, essay by Haruki Murakami&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-1371223161135390914?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/1371223161135390914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=1371223161135390914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/1371223161135390914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/1371223161135390914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/10/murakami-you-got-to-pick-notes-you.html' title='Murakami | &quot;You got to pick the notes you really mean&quot;'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-2461000729332003593</id><published>2011-10-17T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T23:31:31.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve Jobs'/><title type='text'>Creativity is Just Connecting Things</title><content type='html'>“Creativity is just connecting things. When you ask creative people how they did something, they feel a little guilty because they didn’t really do it, they just saw something. It seemed obvious to them after a while. That’s because they were able to connect experiences they’ve had and synthesize new things. And the reason they were able to do that was that they’ve had more experiences or they have thought more about their experiences than other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Unfortunately, that’s too rare a commodity. A lot of people in our industry haven’t had very diverse experiences. So they don’t have enough dots to connect, and they end up with very linear solutions without a broad perspective on the problem. The broader one’s understanding of the human experience, the better design we will have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Steve Jobs from 1996 &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wired&lt;/span&gt; magazine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-2461000729332003593?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/2461000729332003593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=2461000729332003593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2461000729332003593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2461000729332003593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZYNOXRifXKQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-6593277685620639247</id><published>2011-09-28T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T01:12:32.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading List'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga and Spirituality'/><title type='text'>Creating a Mindful Library</title><content type='html'>Book list for those interested in learning more about mindfulness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mindful.org/Books/creating-a-mindful-library"&gt;http://www.mindful.org/Books/creating-a-mindful-library&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-6593277685620639247?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/6593277685620639247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=6593277685620639247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/6593277685620639247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/6593277685620639247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/09/creating-mindful-library.html' title='Creating a Mindful Library'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-1656259341266326091</id><published>2011-09-07T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T17:36:42.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bookselling Is Harder than It Looks</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;My former director just posted this article from &lt;a href="http://www.fresheyesnow.com/"&gt;Fresh Eyes Now&lt;/a&gt;, the Shelf Awareness Newsletter. As a former bookseller, it made me smile. It's like a private joke that only those who have been there, who share the same pain (and laughter) will understand. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;All over the world, booksellers greet them courteously, ask how they are. Perhaps no one has asked them that question all day, not even their families. They say "fine" in the language of the land because, quite suddenly, at this moment and in these special places, they are fine. There are empty chairs in quiet corners. Maybe they will just sit and read for a little while... in paradise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes later, they glance up from their reading to watch booksellers shelve a few novels. It's a beautiful, universal and almost ceremonial tableau. They think about the jobs they must return to when this break is over, the bosses who are mad at them for no reason, co-workers who are driving them crazy and the mountains of work piling up incessantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can't help but consider an alternative: How pleasant it must be to just work in a bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the truth. It is pleasant most of the time--you can't imagine doing anything else--but it's also complicated. It's bookselling. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;P&gt;Full article &lt;a href="http://www.fresheyesnow.com/shelf-awareness-column/bookselling-is-harder-than-it-looks.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-1656259341266326091?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/1656259341266326091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=1656259341266326091' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/1656259341266326091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/1656259341266326091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/09/bookselling-is-harder-than-it-looks.html' title='Bookselling Is Harder than It Looks'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-2010172873341203892</id><published>2011-09-02T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T00:37:43.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Teachers</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;In Buddhist thought, anyone who brings a spiritual lesson home to you is considered kalyanamitra. They can take various forms along the path: as a teacher who gives you accurate information about your spiritual practice; as a fellow student who has been practicing for longer than you and is thus able to shed light on the path you are both on; and, ultimately, as a guru, one can guide you to enlightenment. In a less formal sense, spiritual friends also show up in your life as long time pals, new acquaintances, schoolteachers, and strangers who happen to comment on something you were just thinking about. Even your enemies demonstrate such friendship by forcing you to take a position, drop a particular activity, or gain clarity about who and what you truly desire. And if you’re fortunate, one day, one such friend will show up in a way that let’s you know beyond doubt that you’ve found your teacher.&lt;/blockquote&gt;~Susan Piver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-2010172873341203892?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/2010172873341203892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=2010172873341203892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2010172873341203892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2010172873341203892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/09/spiritual-teachers.html' title='Spiritual Teachers'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-8183208103415969954</id><published>2011-07-28T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T22:16:50.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ajahn Brahm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga and Spirituality'/><title type='text'>Ajahn Brahm | The door of my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"The door of my heart will always be open to you, no matter what you did, who you are." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Ajahn Brahm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-8183208103415969954?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/8183208103415969954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=8183208103415969954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/8183208103415969954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/8183208103415969954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/07/ajahn-brahm-door-of-my-heart.html' title='Ajahn Brahm | The door of my heart'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-6377891893749338976</id><published>2011-07-02T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:47:10.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga and Spirituality'/><title type='text'>Instructions for Forgiveness Meditation</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://www.tricycle.com"&gt;Tricycle&lt;/a&gt;, taken from Ezra Bayda’s new book, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beyond Happiness, The Zen Way to True Contentment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Step One—Remorse&lt;br /&gt;See if you can get in touch with the remorse of going against your own heart—that by holding onto resentment you are hurting yourself more than the other person is hurting you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Step Two—Resistance &lt;br /&gt;Picture the person you feel resentment toward and try to breathe their image into the area in the center of the chest. If you feel resistance, don't try to force it; just stay with the physical experience of resistance as long as it takes for the resistance to soften. This might take numerous occasions of doing the forgiveness meditation for this softening to begin to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Step Three—Surrender &lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself: Can I surrender to what is? Whatever you are feeling—whether it is hurt, anger, resentment, bitterness, or fear—try to stay with the physical experience of the emotion. Label any strong thoughts that arise, but keep coming back to the body over and over. Gradually try to breathe the painful feelings into the center of the chest on the inbreath, until they can rest there without struggle. This step may also take a fair number of practice sessions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Step Four—Forgiveness  &lt;br /&gt;Silently say the words of forgiveness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Say the person's name], &lt;br /&gt;I forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you for what you have done, &lt;br /&gt;Whether intentionally or unintentionally, &lt;br /&gt;From which I experienced pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you, &lt;br /&gt;Because I know that what you did &lt;br /&gt;Came from your own pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return to this meditation as many times as you need to until the words of forgiveness come forth naturally from the heart. At that time, the words are no longer tools to help nurture forgiveness—they are simply a verbal expression of your genuine openhearted compassion.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-6377891893749338976?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/6377891893749338976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=6377891893749338976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/6377891893749338976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/6377891893749338976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/07/instructions-for-forgiveness-meditation.html' title='Instructions for Forgiveness Meditation'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-1187237681622431759</id><published>2011-07-01T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T02:34:46.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>From Chapter 14 of Ezra Bayda’s new book, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beyond Happiness, The Zen Way to True Contentment&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;   Perhaps one of the commonest places we get stuck, and consequently one of the places that most prevents happiness, is in holding onto resentments. If there is even one person that we can't forgive, it closes our hearts in bitterness and will prevent us from experiencing the equanimity of genuine happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Forgiveness is actually an inherent quality of the awakened heart. Unfortunately, it doesn't come to us naturally; it is hard work! Consider how tenaciously we hold on to being right when we feel that someone has done us wrong, even when that stance obviously brings us unhappiness. During my first marriage, my former wife and I got into a typical power struggle, where we both dug in and held on to our grudges. Even after our divorce I found it hard to give up my resentments, and although we maintained a friendly relationship, there was often a little edge to our conversations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    However, when it became obvious to me that in holding on to my resentments I was really hurting myself, I started doing a forgiveness meditation. What amazed me was how much resistance there was to even entertaining the idea of forgiving her. Part of the meditation was to picture her and try to breathe her image into the heart area, but each time I tried, I was met with a visceral "no"—as if pushing her away. Fortunately, the meditation was structured to allow for this resistance; the instruction was to stay present with the physical feeling of "no," rather than trying to jump over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Over time, as the resistance softened, I was able to feel the layers of anger and hurt—emotions that were the direct result of the expectations that were present when I entered into the relationship. In fact, these were expectations I wasn't even aware of at the time, and when they weren't met, I felt betrayed, resentful, and bitter. I also believed strongly that my reactions were justified. Yet, as I became more aware of the story line of beliefs and emotions that held my resentments in place, and as I was able to stay with my own pain without blaming her for it, the dark cloud began to lift. At that point it was easier to breathe her image into the heart area and also to extend forgiveness, because it was so clear that she never intended to hurt me. When I could see clearly that the resentment and the power struggle arose from our mutual blindness and hurt, forgiveness came forth naturally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Although it took us many years of fumbling and stumbling to get to this place, in the end we were both able give up our resentments completely. By the time she died a few years ago we had come to truly love each other as friends, something that would never have been possible if we hadn't learned what it takes to truly forgive one another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I heard the Buddhist teacher Jack Kornfield tell a story about a golfer who was awarded a check for winning a tournament, and when he was walking to the parking lot a woman came up to him and told him a heart-wrenching story about her sick child. She told him that if the child didn't get help soon, he would die. The golfer promptly signed his check over to the woman. A month later one of the golfer's buddies told him that he heard about what happened in the parking lot and that he also heard that the woman was a con artist and didn't even have a sick child. The golfer replied, "That's the best news I've heard in a long time—a child isn't going to die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The golfer obviously did not get caught in the fear of betrayal that would have led him to feel mistreated, and to consequently harbor resentment toward the woman. If he had taken the path of bitterness, no doubt many people would have agreed with him. But instead, he was able to listen to the voice of the heart, the heart that is naturally concerned with the welfare of others, rather than the hard-hearted habit of holding grudges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It may be easy for us to be kind, and also forgiving, when life is going well. But it's only when life gets difficult that the depth of our spiritual practice is revealed. For our kindness to be real, it can't depend on how others treat us, or on how we feel at any given moment. Truthfully, when we feel mistreated, kindness is often the farthest thing from our minds and hearts. Yet, for genuine happiness to be possible, we ultimately have to go to that deep place within us where true kindness and forgiveness can be accessed. This means we must attend to whatever blocks access to our hearts.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-1187237681622431759?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/1187237681622431759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=1187237681622431759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/1187237681622431759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/1187237681622431759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/07/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-507515014166335547</id><published>2011-06-29T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T00:08:37.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death is real</title><content type='html'>Death is a very real experience. Usually, we do not connect with a sense of reality. If we have an accident—or whatever happens in our lives—we do not regard it as a real experience, even though it may hurt us. It is real to us as far as pain and physical damages are concerned, but still it’s not real for us because we immediately look at it in terms of how it could be otherwise. There’s always the idea of first aid or some other redeeming aspect of the situation. If you’re talking to a dying friend or relative, you should transmit the idea that death is a real experience, rather than that it’s just a joke and the person could get better. We should help the dying person to understand that death is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from “Death and the Sense of Experience” in Crazy Wisdom, pages 137 to 138&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-507515014166335547?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/507515014166335547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=507515014166335547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/507515014166335547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/507515014166335547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/06/death-is-real.html' title='Death is real'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-5975108169700537788</id><published>2011-06-27T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T01:02:35.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consider what is important</title><content type='html'>Remember when I said 2011 starts off crappy? It just gets worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week a friend of mine lost his hearing in one ear. The doctors did an MRI and they found a tumour in his brain. I don't know what to say to him. He's one of those guys that has always been sweet to me, and protective of me. Now he has this condition, and I don't know the first thing to say to comfort him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-5975108169700537788?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/5975108169700537788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=5975108169700537788' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/5975108169700537788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/5975108169700537788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/06/consider-what-is-important.html' title='Consider what is important'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-1403149079833349177</id><published>2011-06-26T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T22:29:59.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice for Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;‎"One slant on practice is, when you get stuck in your relationship, along with looking at your expectations, try to really see what fear is present. A simple question you can ask is, "What is the Fear?" What am I afraid of? Usually we don't ask this. If we're angry we're just angry and we think that's the sum total of it. 99% of the time when we're angry what's really going on is that we're afraid." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Ezra Bayda&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-1403149079833349177?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/1403149079833349177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=1403149079833349177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/1403149079833349177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/1403149079833349177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/06/advice-for-today.html' title='Advice for Today'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-8981199370806111414</id><published>2011-06-23T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T00:04:50.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Hurt by Christina Aguilera</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="500" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wwCykGDEp7M" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it was yesterday &lt;br /&gt;When I saw your face &lt;br /&gt;You told me how proud you were, &lt;br /&gt;But I walked away &lt;br /&gt;If only I knew what I know today &lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would hold you in my arms &lt;br /&gt;I would take the pain away &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all you've done &lt;br /&gt;Forgive all your mistakes &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do &lt;br /&gt;To hear your voice again &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna call you &lt;br /&gt;But I know you won't be there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you &lt;br /&gt;For everything I just couldn't do &lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself by hurting you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel broke inside &lt;br /&gt;But I won't admit &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wanna hide &lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's you I miss &lt;br /&gt;And it's so hard to say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;When it comes to this, ooh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me I was wrong? &lt;br /&gt;Would you help me understand? &lt;br /&gt;Are you looking down upon me? &lt;br /&gt;Are you proud of who I am? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do &lt;br /&gt;To have just one more chance &lt;br /&gt;To look into your eyes &lt;br /&gt;And see you looking back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you &lt;br /&gt;For everything I just couldn't do &lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself, oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had just one more day &lt;br /&gt;I would tell you how much that I've missed you &lt;br /&gt;Since you've been away &lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it's dangerous &lt;br /&gt;It's so out of line &lt;br /&gt;To try and turn back time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you &lt;br /&gt;For everything I just couldn't do &lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself.. &lt;br /&gt;By hurting you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-8981199370806111414?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/8981199370806111414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=8981199370806111414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/8981199370806111414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/8981199370806111414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/06/hurt-by-christina-aguilera.html' title='Hurt by Christina Aguilera'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wwCykGDEp7M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-6813049478809153888</id><published>2011-06-21T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T13:38:10.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Is There a Point To This Post?&quot;'/><title type='text'>Random Stuff I remember from "Eat, Pray, Love"</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Instructions for freedom: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Life's metaphors are God's instructions. &lt;br /&gt;2. You have just climbed up and above the roof, there is nothing between you and the Infinite; now, let go. &lt;br /&gt;3. The day is ending, it's time for something that was beautiful to turn into something else that is beautiful. Now, let go. &lt;br /&gt;4. Your wish for resolution was a prayer. You being here is God's response, let go and watch the stars came out, in the inside and in the outside. &lt;br /&gt;5. With all your heart ask for Grace and let go. &lt;br /&gt;6. With all your heart forgive him, forgive yourself and let him go. &lt;br /&gt;7. Let your intention be freedom from useless suffering then, let go. &lt;br /&gt;8. Watch the heat of day pass into the cold night, let go. &lt;br /&gt;9. When the Karma of a relationship is done, only Love remains. It's safe, let go. &lt;br /&gt;10. When the past has passed from you at last, let go... then, climb down and begin the rest of your life with great joy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-6813049478809153888?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/6813049478809153888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=6813049478809153888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/6813049478809153888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/6813049478809153888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-stuff-i-remember-from-eat-pray.html' title='Random Stuff I remember from &quot;Eat, Pray, Love&quot;'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-5887772387214073644</id><published>2011-06-21T14:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T18:55:39.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live It</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You don't know about real loss, 'cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you. I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared shitless kid." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5GrfEeLlZW0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this clip from the movie "Good Will Hunting" earlier today. It struck me how true the message is - we can be brilliant and read everything that was ever written about a subject - but nothing beats truly &lt;em&gt;living&lt;/em&gt; the experience. I can quote all the love songs and love stories in the world - but it means nothing until you truly, deeply fall in love. You open your heart and soul to someone, put yourself in absolute and complete vulnerability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew love could make me so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I asked you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet, but you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sean: So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny... on every art book ever written. Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations. Him and the pope. Sexual orientation. The whole works, right? I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seeing that. If I ask you about women, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman... and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. I ask you about war, you'd probably ah throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap... and watched him gasp his last breath lookin' to you for help. If I asked you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet, but you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feelin' like God put an angel on Earth just for you, who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleepin' sittin' up in a hospital room... for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes... that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you. I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine. You ripped my fuckin' life apart. You're an orphan, right? Do you think that I'd know the first thing about how hard your life has been - how you feel, who you are - because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a shit about all that, because - You know what? I can't learn anything from you... I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are. And I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't wanna do that, do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-5887772387214073644?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/5887772387214073644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=5887772387214073644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/5887772387214073644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/5887772387214073644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/06/live-it.html' title='Live It'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5GrfEeLlZW0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-5264208716030028519</id><published>2011-06-15T11:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T11:48:58.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSING | What is Practice</title><content type='html'>I'm reading Ezra Bayda's &lt;strong&gt;At Home in the Muddy Water: A Guide to Finding Peace within Everyday Chaos&lt;/strong&gt; at the moment. I'm on the chapter that asks, "What is Practice?" and there's a few answers to that. Here's a few that I wrote down this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Practice is about moving from a life of emotional upset toward a life of equanimity.&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Practice is about the clash between what we want and what is.&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Practice is about appreciating our preferences without making demands.&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life challenges us. Things happen the way we do not want them to - your boss is a micro-managing, abusive asshole, people you care about die, people betray you, your friend has cancer, you don't have enough money, you may be losing your job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the answers to all of life's questions. This is something we have to walk through ourselves, to accept that things are what they are - instead of how we wish them to be, and work from there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That takes courage. Lately I don't feel very brave. But someone told me being brave isn't about being fearless. It's about feeling the fear, but you do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they tell me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to breathe again. It's difficult, because lately there's been so much going on that it feels like a stone is constantly sitting on my chest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This too will pass, they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am just sitting, and breathing. And trying not to react in a knee-jerk way. Trying to breathe and try to find some kind of space. Maybe this is an illusion too. Maybe there is no ground to stand on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-5264208716030028519?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/5264208716030028519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=5264208716030028519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/5264208716030028519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/5264208716030028519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/06/musing-what-is-practice.html' title='MUSING | What is Practice'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-8118912783572653387</id><published>2011-06-14T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T13:32:55.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUOTE FOR THE DAY</title><content type='html'>Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-8118912783572653387?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/8118912783572653387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=8118912783572653387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/8118912783572653387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/8118912783572653387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/06/quote-for-day.html' title='QUOTE FOR THE DAY'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-610741201695202928</id><published>2011-06-12T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T10:28:14.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chogyam Trungpa'/><title type='text'>A person should learn to meditate on the spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In human life, if you feel that you have made a mistake, you don’t try to undo the past or the present, but you just accept where you are and work from there. Tremendous openness as to where you are is necessary. This also applies to the practice of meditation, for instance. A person should learn to meditate on the spot, in the given moment, rather than thinking, “. . . When I reach pension age, I’m going to retire and receive a pension, and I’m going to build my house in Hawaii or the middle of India, or maybe the Gobi Desert, and THEN I’m going to enjoy myself. I’ll live a life of solitude and then I’ll really meditate.” Things never happen that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche, Transcending Madness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-610741201695202928?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/610741201695202928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=610741201695202928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/610741201695202928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/610741201695202928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/06/person-should-learn-to-meditate-on-spot.html' title='A person should learn to meditate on the spot'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-4033880129352215042</id><published>2011-06-12T09:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T09:05:13.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Mission</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In a world of impermanence, we continue to make plans.  In a world in which it may not matter if we ever stick handstand, we continue to try.  In a world of disappointment, we dare to hope again.  In a world in which someone might not love us back, or enough, or the way we wish they would, we continue to fall in love, and to love mightily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my book, that makes us heroes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Bernadette Birney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NpSZa00-3eM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-4033880129352215042?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/4033880129352215042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=4033880129352215042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/4033880129352215042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/4033880129352215042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/06/mad-mission.html' title='Mad Mission'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NpSZa00-3eM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-3823988166782662883</id><published>2011-06-05T06:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T22:08:43.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SONG | Chasing Cars</title><content type='html'>I miss you so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="510" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GemKqzILV4w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-3823988166782662883?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/3823988166782662883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=3823988166782662883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3823988166782662883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3823988166782662883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/06/song-chasing-cars.html' title='SONG | Chasing Cars'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GemKqzILV4w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-2590708947354969852</id><published>2011-06-04T18:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T21:59:58.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets of the Dying</title><content type='html'>Another friend of mine posted this "Regrets of the Dying" on Facebook today. I don't want to think I'm being morbid, but it this is so true. When we have to face our own mortality, we realize how little some of the things matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the people I know who try to tell me how important their work is, and I just can't bring myself to agree with them. What they want is trivial and insignificant. And I do not share their priorities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine passed away this year, in March. She was younger than me. Her lungs and heart failed and she couldn't get a transplant. Then I think about the precious friend who is no longer speaking to me. I miss her. A thought struck me that we might both eventually die without speaking to each other ever again - and that pains me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read the following, and then go tell someone that matters to you how you care about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.inspirationandchai.com/Regrets-of-the-Dying.html"&gt;http://www.inspirationandchai.com/Regrets-of-the-Dying.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;For many years I worked in palliative care. My patients were those who had gone home to die. Some incredibly special times were shared. I was with them for the last three to twelve weeks of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People grow a lot when they are faced with their own mortality. I learnt never to underestimate someone's capacity for growth. Some changes were phenomenal. Each experienced a variety of emotions, as expected, denial, fear, anger, remorse, more denial and eventually acceptance. Every single patient found their peace before they departed though, every one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When questioned about any regrets they had or anything they would do differently, common themes surfaced again and again. Here are the most common five: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the most common regret of all. When people realise that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled. Most people had not honoured even a half of their dreams and had to die knowing that it was due to choices they had made, or not made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very important to try and honour at least some of your dreams along the way. From the moment that you lose your health, it is too late. Health brings a freedom very few realise, until they no longer have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. I wish I didn't work so hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This came from every male patient that I nursed. They missed their children's youth and their partner's companionship. Women also spoke of this regret. But as most were from an older generation, many of the female patients had not been breadwinners. All of the men I nursed deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By simplifying your lifestyle and making conscious choices along the way, it is possible to not need the income that you think you do. And by creating more space in your life, you become happier and more open to new opportunities, ones more suited to your new lifestyle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. I wish I'd had the courage to express my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot control the reactions of others. However, although people may initially react when you change the way you are by speaking honestly, in the end it raises the relationship to a whole new and healthier level. Either that or it releases the unhealthy relationship from your life. Either way, you win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often they would not truly realise the full benefits of old friends until their dying weeks and it was not always possible to track them down. Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. There were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort that they deserved. Everyone misses their friends when they are dying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is common for anyone in a busy lifestyle to let friendships slip. But when you are faced with your approaching death, the physical details of life fall away. People do want to get their financial affairs in order if possible. But it is not money or status that holds the true importance for them. They want to get things in order more for the benefit of those they love. Usually though, they are too ill and weary to ever manage this task. It is all comes down to love and relationships in the end. That is all that remains in the final weeks, love and relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. I wish that I had let myself be happier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a surprisingly common one. Many did not realise until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called 'comfort' of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to their selves, that they were content. When deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are on your deathbed, what others think of you is a long way from your mind. How wonderful to be able to let go and smile again, long before you are dying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a choice. It is YOUR life. Choose consciously, choose wisely, choose honestly. Choose happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-2590708947354969852?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/2590708947354969852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=2590708947354969852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2590708947354969852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2590708947354969852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/06/regrets-of-dying.html' title='Regrets of the Dying'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-5800502287294689520</id><published>2011-05-27T11:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T11:38:35.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pema Chodron'/><title type='text'>Rawness of a Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;An analogy for bodhichitta is the rawness of a broken heart. Sometimes this broken heart gives birth to anxiety and panic, sometimes to anger, resentment, and blame. But under the hardness of that armor there is the tenderness of genuine sadness. This is our link with all those who have ever loved. This genuine heart of sadness can teach us great compassion. It can humble us when we’re arrogant and soften us when we are unkind. It awakens us when we prefer to sleep and pierces through our indifference. This continual ache of the heart is a blessing that when accepted fully can be shared with all.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Pema Chodron&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-5800502287294689520?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/5800502287294689520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=5800502287294689520' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/5800502287294689520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/5800502287294689520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/05/rawness-of-broken-heart.html' title='Rawness of a Broken Heart'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-499061687420406852</id><published>2011-05-26T15:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T15:27:01.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renunciation</title><content type='html'>I came across this saying recently, and it made me think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suzuki Roshi said, "Renunciation is not giving up the things of this world, but accepting that they go away." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been focused on loss these past few months. I think it is time to work from a place of growth instead of loss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-499061687420406852?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/499061687420406852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=499061687420406852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/499061687420406852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/499061687420406852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/05/renunciation.html' title='Renunciation'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-7926695312703802879</id><published>2011-05-22T11:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T11:24:11.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chogyam Trungpa'/><title type='text'>Surrendering Aggression</title><content type='html'>Love is a state of mind without a center or self. Therefore, it doesn’t feel threatened. Since, it is not afraid it isn’t obliged to judge everything on the basis of what it stands to lose or gain in the relationship. So, love is able to simply appreciate the present moment without seeking ownership or destruction. It is free of aggression… This sort of open door policy is generosity. Of course, this is scary from a certain point of view…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ego devotes all of its time and energy to keeping the door shut. However, the door swinging open is always a possibility precisely because there is a door! This possibility drives the ego mad or gives rise to a a certain kind of paranoia. On the other hand, this door is our “soft spot” or “basic goodness.” It is the indestructible quality of sanity. The door is an eternal reminder that sanity is all that there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could be in the midst of a knock down drag out fight with our significant other. In our rage we say something hurtful, and then BOOM! We see it in their face. We made them sad; their feelings are hurt. Our selfish/ self-centered agenda has destroyed itself. Egocentricity is unsustainable. Life shatters all of our silly little selfish plans. Sanity immediately recognizes this sadness in the other, and begins to express itself. Insanity is revealed to be nothing more than sanity misunderstood, and we remember that we love this person, and that is all that matters! It is a soft spot…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most subtle expression of generosity is mindfulness, or simply observing. Listening. Watching. Generosity is participation free of aggression or the neurotic need to control. No need to grasp or defend- simply listen. Life is very spacious; all we have to do is acknowledge it. Basic goodness is the potential embedded in the human condition that invites us to do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Chogyam Trungpa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-7926695312703802879?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/7926695312703802879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=7926695312703802879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/7926695312703802879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/7926695312703802879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/05/surrendering-aggression.html' title='Surrendering Aggression'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-6510331615636936257</id><published>2011-05-20T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T11:25:30.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chogyam Trungpa'/><title type='text'>Chogyam Trungpa | Decency</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“If you are a warrior, decency means that you are not cheating anybody at all. You are not even about to cheat anybody. There is a sense of straightforwardness and simplicity. With setting-sun vision, or vision based on cowardice, straightforwardness is always a problem. If people have some story or news to tell somebody else, first of all they are either excited or disappointed. Then they begin to figure out how to tell their news. They develop a plan, which leads them completely away from simply telling it. By the time a person hears the news, it is not news at all, but opinion. It becomes a message of some kind, rather than fresh, straightforward news. Decency is the absence of strategy. It is of utmost importance to realize that the warrior’s approach should be simple-minded sometimes, very simple and straightforward. That makes it very beautiful: you having nothing up your sleeve; therefore a sense of genuineness comes through. That is decency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder about this straightforwardness, and I wonder if I am just naive or truly the "warrior" that I was supposed to be. It seems the world don't make it easy for someone trying to be decent in this world. I wish it was easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-6510331615636936257?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/6510331615636936257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=6510331615636936257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/6510331615636936257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/6510331615636936257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/05/chogyam-trungpa-decency.html' title='Chogyam Trungpa | Decency'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-6496774849492181415</id><published>2011-05-16T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T20:32:08.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things in Perspective, Sometimes</title><content type='html'>We have reached May 2011, and it has been a stressful year. I told my friend V recently that 2011 feels like the year of loss. I lost friendships (plural) through death, and through an inability to control my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I find myself trying to make amends with some friends. Some of these attempts have been more successful than others. Along the way, I also made a few new friends, and enriched my relationship with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe it wasn't a total loss. Maybe it is as they say, one door closes, another door opens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to maintain a daily meditation practice, and while it isn't a perfect record, at least some effort has been made. If you look at the list on the right column of this blog, you will notice I have been reading a bit of Pema Chodron. She has been a tremendous inspiration for me this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the meditation is kicking in. I find myself being able to step back and take things in perspective again. Things move in cycles - sometimes your relationships are wonderful and your life is full of warmth and joy. Sometimes, it's cold and hurtful, and no matter what you try to do, things don't work out. You lose some, you win some.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost some friends this year. But I mended some relationships along the way. Maybe the people that left will return one day. Lately I keep coming back to certain passages by Pema Chodron:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Things falling apart is a kind of testing and also a kind of healing. We think that the point is to pass the test or to overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don’t really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It’s just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let there be space in my heart, in my life for things when they fall apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-6496774849492181415?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/6496774849492181415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=6496774849492181415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/6496774849492181415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/6496774849492181415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-have-reached-may-2011-and-it-has.html' title='Things in Perspective, Sometimes'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-7499975433822921293</id><published>2011-05-07T13:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T15:10:42.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Love the Questions</title><content type='html'>I had look forward to 2011 as a better year. Then a few weeks into 2011, I fell out with someone very important to me. We are still not on talking terms. I don't know if I will ever be allowed to mend bridges. Maybe one day, maybe never. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while, 2011 felt like a year of loss. I lost a few more friends this year: through misunderstanding, through my emotional state of mind, and one because of an illness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a lot of difficulties at my current job. I also have some wonderful colleagues, most of whom have recently quitted because they could not bear working with my boss anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while I manage to breathe a little in between everything that life has been throwing at me, and sometimes, I think there might be a reason behind everything that came my way. The difficulties at work make me grateful for the little kindness and generosity I encounter at work. Losing some of my good friends make me appreciate the ones that are still around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe there is a reason behind everything that has come to pass. I need to keep that in mind every time the pressures build up and I start lamenting, "Why me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there is a reason behind losing some friends. Maybe it is just not yet the right time, and right now both of us are supposed to be doing other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“…be patient to all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-7499975433822921293?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/7499975433822921293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=7499975433822921293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/7499975433822921293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/7499975433822921293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-love-questions.html' title='To Love the Questions'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-30851977098413312</id><published>2011-05-04T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T01:35:46.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>GLEE | Get It Right</title><content type='html'>I love Glee. It has this right blend of campiness with high school melodrama, and knows how a good song with the right lyrics sometimes just hits you the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Rj6gfz10cS8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel:&lt;br /&gt;What have I done&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could run away from this ship going under&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to help&lt;br /&gt;Hurt everyone else&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel the weight of the world is, on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you do when your good isn't good enough&lt;br /&gt;And all that you touch tumbles down&lt;br /&gt;Cause my best intentions&lt;br /&gt;Keep making a mess of things&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna fix it somehow&lt;br /&gt;But how many times will it take?&lt;br /&gt;Oh how many times will it take for me&lt;br /&gt;To get it right&lt;br /&gt;To get it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I start again&lt;br /&gt;With my faith shaken,&lt;br /&gt;Rachel with Santana:Cause I can't go back and undo this&lt;br /&gt;I just have to stay&lt;br /&gt;And face my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Rachel with Santana:But if I get stronger and wiser, I'll get through this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel with Santana:&lt;br /&gt;What can you do when your good isn't good enough&lt;br /&gt;And all that you touch tumbles down&lt;br /&gt;Cause my best intentions&lt;br /&gt;Keep making a mess of things&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna fix it somehow&lt;br /&gt;But how many times will it take?&lt;br /&gt;Oh how many times will it take for me&lt;br /&gt;To get it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel:&lt;br /&gt;So I throw up my fist&lt;br /&gt;Throw a punch in the air&lt;br /&gt;And accept the truth&lt;br /&gt;That sometimes life isn't fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel with Santana:&lt;br /&gt;I'll send out a wish and I'll send out a prayer&lt;br /&gt;And finally someone will see&lt;br /&gt;How much I care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and New Directions:&lt;br /&gt;What can you do when your good isn't good enough&lt;br /&gt;And all that you touch tumbles down&lt;br /&gt;Cause my best intentions&lt;br /&gt;Keep making a mess of things&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna fix it somehow&lt;br /&gt;But how many times will it take?&lt;br /&gt;Oh how many times will it take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: To get it right&lt;br /&gt;To get it right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-30851977098413312?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/30851977098413312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=30851977098413312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/30851977098413312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/30851977098413312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/05/glee-get-it-right.html' title='GLEE | Get It Right'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Rj6gfz10cS8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-1112773826692611127</id><published>2011-05-02T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T03:01:58.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Adele: "Don't You Remember" - Live AOL Sessions</title><content type='html'>I love Adele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tUhuSjhb2Rw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-1112773826692611127?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/1112773826692611127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=1112773826692611127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/1112773826692611127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/1112773826692611127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/05/adele-dont-you-remember-live-aol.html' title='Adele: &quot;Don&apos;t You Remember&quot; - Live AOL Sessions'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tUhuSjhb2Rw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-2940708957660547588</id><published>2011-04-24T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:33:07.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Forgiveness, Sarah McLachlan</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v2bOt-QASEk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v2bOt-QASEk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forgiveness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving lying enemy&lt;br /&gt;I have seen your face before&lt;br /&gt;Never thought again I’d see&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t want to anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember your loving eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the moonlit kiss&lt;br /&gt;The evening lullabies I will truly miss&lt;br /&gt;Through the years we had it all&lt;br /&gt;Midnight whispers, the midday calls&lt;br /&gt;This house of cards, it had to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you ask for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;You’re asking too much&lt;br /&gt;I have sheltered my heart in a place you can’t touch&lt;br /&gt;Don’t believe when you tell me your love is real&lt;br /&gt;Because you don’t know much about heaven boy&lt;br /&gt;If you have to hurt to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but look away&lt;br /&gt;All along I had believed everything you’d say&lt;br /&gt;When I look now I know I’ve seen your face before&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want your deceiving smile&lt;br /&gt;Standing at my door&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t care what people say&lt;br /&gt;I’m ready now to face this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you ask for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;You’re asking too much&lt;br /&gt;I have sheltered my heart in a place you can’t touch&lt;br /&gt;Don’t believe when you tell me your love is real&lt;br /&gt;Because you don’t know much about heaven boy&lt;br /&gt;If you have to hurt to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you don’t know much about heaven boy&lt;br /&gt;if you have to hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you ask for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;You’re asking too much&lt;br /&gt;I have sheltered my heart in a place you can’t touch&lt;br /&gt;Don’t believe when you tell me your love is real&lt;br /&gt;Because you don’t know much about heaven boy&lt;br /&gt;If you have to hurt to feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-2940708957660547588?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/2940708957660547588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=2940708957660547588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2940708957660547588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2940708957660547588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/04/forgiveness-sarah-mclachlan.html' title='Forgiveness, Sarah McLachlan'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-3218813305972924851</id><published>2011-04-14T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T20:44:01.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pema Chodron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga and Spirituality'/><title type='text'>Pema Chodron - on looking for answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/P7dtLIXE5fU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-3218813305972924851?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/3218813305972924851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=3218813305972924851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3218813305972924851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3218813305972924851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/04/pema-chodron-on-looking-for-answers.html' title='Pema Chodron - on looking for answers'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/P7dtLIXE5fU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-1298741043484809603</id><published>2011-04-14T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T20:04:21.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Emerson: Tomorrow is a New Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-1298741043484809603?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/1298741043484809603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=1298741043484809603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/1298741043484809603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/1298741043484809603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/04/emerson-tomorrow-is-new-day.html' title='Emerson: Tomorrow is a New Day'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-2735730865183998196</id><published>2011-04-14T06:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T06:36:24.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend as someone who believes in you</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"A friend is one who believes in you when you have ceased to believe in yourself"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again, I have this illustrated to me. My friends balance me, by offering the other point of view that I sorely need, even as I often stretch their patience. These days though, I am starting to remind myself of the need to stand on my own two feet in believing in myself. I lost myself a while back. It happens. Now is the time to find my bearings and come back again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-2735730865183998196?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/2735730865183998196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=2735730865183998196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2735730865183998196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2735730865183998196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/04/friend-as-someone-who-believes-in-you.html' title='Friend as someone who believes in you'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-7764632184613264906</id><published>2011-04-14T06:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T06:28:36.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga and Spirituality'/><title type='text'>Fearless rawness</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;“Sometimes people find that being tender and raw is threatening and seemingly exhausting. Openness seems demanding and energy-consuming, so they prefer to cover up their tender heart. Vulnerability can sometimes make you nervous. It is uncomfortable to feel so real, so you want to numb yourself. You look for some kind of anesthetic, anything that will provide you with entertainment. Then you can forget the discomfort of reality. People don’t want to live with their basic rawness for even fifteen minutes. When people say they are bored, often they mean that they don’t want to experience the sense of emptiness, which is also an expression of openness and vulnerability. So they pick up the newspaper or read anything else that’s lying around the room—even reading what it says on a cereal box to keep themselves entertained. The search for entertainment to babysit your boredom soon becomes legitimized as laziness. Such laziness actually involves a lot of exertion. You have to constantly crank things up to occupy yourself with, overcoming your boredom by indulging in laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the warrior, fearlessness is the opposite of that approach. Fearlessness is a question of learning how to be. Be there all along: that is the message. That is quite challenging in what we call the setting-sun world, the world of neurotic comfort where we use everything to fill up the space. On the other hand, if we are in touch with basic goodness, we are always relating to the world directly, choicelessly, whether the energy of the situation demands a destructive or a constructive response. The idea of renunciation is to relate with whatever arises with a sense of sadness and tenderness. We reject the aggressive, hard-core street-fighter mentality. The neurotic upheavals created by overcoming conflicting emotions, or the kleshas, arise from ignorance, or avidya. This is the fundamental ignorance that underlies all ego-oriented activity. Ignorance is very harsh and willing to stick with its own version of things. Therefore, it feels very righteous. Overcoming that is the essence of renunciation: we have no hard edges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warriorship is so tender, without skin, without tissue, naked and raw. It is soft and gentle. You have renounced putting on a new suit of armor. You have renounced growing a thick, hard skin. You are willing to expose naked flesh, bone, and marrow to the world.” &lt;br /&gt;~ from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Smile At Fear: Awakening The True Heart Of Bravery&lt;/span&gt; by Chogyam Trunpga&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-7764632184613264906?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/7764632184613264906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=7764632184613264906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/7764632184613264906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/7764632184613264906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/04/fearless-rawness.html' title='Fearless rawness'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-7014904845704386024</id><published>2011-04-10T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:18:12.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colour-coded Baby Cards</title><content type='html'>My friend Cara is due to deliver her first baby this May. She's excited, and so far everything is fine, according to the doctor. Cara and her husband have opted not to know the baby's gender. They want to be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the stationary store today and they had a collection of cards for new born babies. Since I have no idea if the baby was going to be a boy or a girl, I needed something a little gender-neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when I was dumbfounded; most of the cards to welcome the birth of a new baby are colour-coded: Pink for a New Baby Girl, and Blue for a New Baby Boy. There is only ONE white card for a newborn baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just seems to me that we are terribly fond of stereotyping through colours, even for a babies. I became somewhat disgusted, so I left the store without buying a card.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-7014904845704386024?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/7014904845704386024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=7014904845704386024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/7014904845704386024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/7014904845704386024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/04/colour-coded-baby-cards.html' title='Colour-coded Baby Cards'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-3188774580733654224</id><published>2011-04-09T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T23:19:04.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I have been thinking about lately ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; There was a little boy with large anger issues. He rampaged about his life angry at the world, believing it meant him harm. His father observing this gave his son a bag of large nails and told him that every time he felt anger he should hammer a nail in the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence but gradually the number of daily nails dwindled as he discovered it was easier to change his view than to drive those nails into that fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the first day came when the boy didn’t feel angry at all and he proudly announced this to his father. His father, in turn, suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day he felt at peace. The days passed slowly but at last the young boy was finally able to report that all the nails were gone. The father led his son by the hand to the fence saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“You have done well, but I want you to notice all the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. In much the same way when you express anger, it leaves a scar on you and the other person. With time, compassion, wisdom and understanding most wounds will heal however isn’t it so much easier not to hammer in all those nails to begin with?&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-3188774580733654224?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/3188774580733654224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=3188774580733654224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3188774580733654224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3188774580733654224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/04/something-i-have-been-thinking-about.html' title='Something I have been thinking about lately ...'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-5832006599034476320</id><published>2011-04-09T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T10:10:01.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dalai Lama's Instructions for life</title><content type='html'>Came across this the other day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Dalai Lama's Instructions for life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk. &lt;br /&gt;When you lose, don't lose the lesson. &lt;br /&gt;Follow the three R's: &lt;br /&gt;- Respect for self. &lt;br /&gt;- Respect for others. &lt;br /&gt;- Responsibility for all your actions. &lt;br /&gt;Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck. &lt;br /&gt;Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly. &lt;br /&gt;Don't let a little dispute injure a great relationship. &lt;br /&gt;When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it. &lt;br /&gt;Spend some time alone everyday. &lt;br /&gt;Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values. &lt;br /&gt;Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer. &lt;br /&gt;Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll be able to enjoy it a second time. &lt;br /&gt;A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life. &lt;br /&gt;In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don't bring up the past. &lt;br /&gt;Share your knowledge. It is a way to achieve immortality. &lt;br /&gt;Be gentle with the earth. &lt;br /&gt;Once a year, go someplace you've never been before. &lt;br /&gt;Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other. &lt;br /&gt;Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it. &lt;br /&gt;Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon." &lt;br /&gt;— Dalai Lama XIV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-5832006599034476320?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/5832006599034476320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=5832006599034476320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/5832006599034476320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/5832006599034476320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/04/dalai-lamas-instructions-for-life.html' title='The Dalai Lama&apos;s Instructions for life'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-2529338533156107644</id><published>2011-04-08T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T10:08:51.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Steve Jobs: Find Work You Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Steve Jobs in his famous Stanford Commencement Speech&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-2529338533156107644?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/2529338533156107644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=2529338533156107644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2529338533156107644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2529338533156107644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/04/steve-job-find-work-you-love.html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3QHGtJUou6I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-5490830985520936526</id><published>2011-04-02T01:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T01:59:02.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Because It Inspires Me'/><title type='text'>Tracy Chapman's "Change"</title><content type='html'>The heart finally is ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FodfkqfJrhQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-5490830985520936526?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/5490830985520936526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=5490830985520936526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/5490830985520936526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/5490830985520936526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/04/tracy-chapmans-change.html' title='Tracy Chapman&apos;s &quot;Change&quot;'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FodfkqfJrhQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-3376597191687906763</id><published>2011-03-28T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T20:00:55.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BtVS'/><title type='text'>BtVS and Sarah McLachlan's "Prayer of St Francis"</title><content type='html'>Reposting &lt;a href="http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2008/12/monday-lyrics-prayer-of-st-francis.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of just the lyrics this Monday, let’s talk about the first time I heard this song by Sarah McLachlan. This might not make sense if you’re not familiar with Buffy the Vampire Slayer though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer ends with Buffy battling the Big Bad – in Season 1 it was the Master, in Season 2 it was Angelus and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Season 6 (or was that Season 7? I can’t remember and I’m too lazy to fact-check) of the series the writers change the direction for the season finale. They made three losers the “villains” of the season. They were pathetic, all their dastardly plans failed, and they were often the clowns of the series – until one of them came after Buffy with a gun. Buffy was shot, and a second stray bullet killed Tara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The death of Tara was the trigger that took Willow over the edge. This was what the entire season arc was really leading up to – our favourite red-headed geek-witch as the Big Bad of Season 6: the Dark Willow. She was out to kill the three losers responsible and she will crush anyone who gets in her way. But before that, she went to the emergency room and pulled the bullet out of Buffy with her powers; Dark Willow could save Buffy, but not Tara. No magic in the world can bring Tara back, because she died by normal means – an ordinary bullet, from a gun, fired by a human. That is the way nature works, and Willow could not accept that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Dark Willow went after the three losers, Buffy ran after her. Buffy wasn’t that concern about the losers – one of them did try to kill her afterall. But Buffy loved her friend: dear, sweet mousy Willow who was smart and cute and kind. Buffy was trying to prevent Willow from committing murder – because once she crossed that line, she will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Buffy was too late. Dark Willow found the loser responsible for Tara’s death. She tied him up in the woods, drove a bullet into his flesh to make him feel the excruciating pain. The loser whined, begged, cursed, and Dark Willow, with a sigh: “Bored now” – flayed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flayed – as in tore the whole skin from his body. It was graphic and horrific, and that deed told Buffy that Willow was lost to them. She understood her duty now is to stop the Dark Willow that used to be her friend, who has decided she would try to end the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end, when Dark Willow was raising a satanic cathedral that would end the world, it was not Buffy who came to the rescue. It was Xander who arrived. He told Willow he was sorry about Tara, he told Willow he loves her. He let her know that he still sees his best friend from kindergarten, who cried when she broke the yellow crayons. Xander, the loser with no power, saved the day. It could have been cheesy, but the scene was genuinely touching. Willow couldn’t kill her best friend, and she started pounding at him with her fists furiously, before finally allowing herself to break down. The source of Willow’s rage and hatred has been her deep, inconsolable grief. When she could finally cry, the dark magic lost their possession of Willow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was Buffy? She was stuck in a pit with her sister, with monsters that kept coming at them. When the dark magic lost control of Willow, the monsters in the pit stopped coming. Buffy climbed out of the pit with her sister. As the sisters stood in the daylight, wondering why the world did not end, nevertheless glad to be alive here and now with each other – Sarah McLachlan’s "Prayer of St. Francis" played as the closing theme of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t strength, or supernatural power that saved the day. Buffy, the strongest of them all, was trapped with her sister, Dawn, in a deep pit full of monsters that kept coming at them. In the end she despaired. She knew her strength would eventually fail her, and Dawn will die with her; she wasn’t strong enough to protect them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willow was the most powerful witch in the western hemisphere (or was that the northern hemisphere? If I had my Buffy DVDs with me, I would check) – but she couldn’t save Tara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Xander did was he looked beneath the violence and all that has come to pass. He put himself in harm’s way and spoke to the part of Willow that was grieving. He offered compassion and love in place of violence, because in the greater scheme of things, strength does not resolve violence or hatred. Only love and compassion can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah McLachlan adapted the Prayer of St. Francis into a song. It is a simple but profound prayer, and when we combine it with the beauty of Sarah McLachlan’s vocals, it is sublime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1G4MqMe7Luc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Prayer of St. Francis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord make me an instrument of your peace,&lt;br /&gt;Where there is hatred let me sow love.&lt;br /&gt;Where there is injury, pardon.&lt;br /&gt;Where there is doubt, faith.&lt;br /&gt;Where there is despair, hope.&lt;br /&gt;Where there is darkness, light.&lt;br /&gt;And where there is sadness, joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O divine master grant that I may&lt;br /&gt;not so much seek to be consoled as to console;&lt;br /&gt;to be understood as to understand;&lt;br /&gt;To be loved as to love&lt;br /&gt;For it is in giving that we receive-&lt;br /&gt;it is in pardoning that we are pardoned.&lt;br /&gt;And it's in dying that we are born to eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a song it is a short one, about 2 minutes. Nevertheless, I have played it over and over and never tired of it. Its message is universal: It is about humility: “Lord, make me an instrument of your peace” – a plea to serve, to be a vessel of love to the world. It asks of us to go against our lesser impulses, to return hatred with love, where there is injury, to offer pardon. For me, Prayer of St. Francis is yoga music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: “The Prayer of St. Francis” is available on Sarah McLachlan’s Rarities, B-Sides &amp; Other Stuff: Vol. 2 and Buffy the Vampire Slayer Soundtrack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-3376597191687906763?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/3376597191687906763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=3376597191687906763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3376597191687906763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3376597191687906763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/btvs-and-sarah-mclachlans-prayer-of-st.html' title='BtVS and Sarah McLachlan&apos;s &quot;Prayer of St Francis&quot;'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1G4MqMe7Luc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-4162239629854722064</id><published>2011-03-27T19:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T19:18:27.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>QUOTE | Friends</title><content type='html'>"Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend - or a meaningful day." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Dalai Lama XIV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-4162239629854722064?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/4162239629854722064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=4162239629854722064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/4162239629854722064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/4162239629854722064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/quote-friends.html' title='QUOTE | Friends'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-4584005029600846900</id><published>2011-03-27T17:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T18:29:10.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"the worst part is there's no-one else to blame"</title><content type='html'>Sia's "Breathe Me" is one of those songs I replay on my iPod from time to time. There is something poignantly true in the lyrics. As much as we would like to believe people learn from their mistakes -- we don't always do. All of us are 'hooked' in our own ways, all of us have our neuroses, our insecurities and vulnerabilities. When it hurts, we react defensively -- some of us lash out in anger, we blame, we turn cold and cutting with our words, while some of use just retreat into ourselves, we become silent and distant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are conditioned to deal with pain from an early age, and they are familiar recurring habits throughout our lives. That is one of the conditions of being human. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I found myself playing out my habitual defensive drama. It has been a difficult few months, culminating in a birthday month where I was overwhelmed by a sense of loss, grief and groundlessness. I ended up behaving in a self-destructive manner that alienated a few friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sia's song could be the theme song to everything that happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Help, I have done it again/I have been here many times before/Hurt myself again today/And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep a wall between myself and the world on most days. But occasionally I slip and allow people to get close. When the inevitable conflict and difficulties arises, I get confused, stressed out. , When relationships start to slip away, I react. I wanted to kill my heart a little so that it would stop hurting. I did what I felt I had to do then, because the pain was just too much to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9fi-dsDVugM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help, I have done it again &lt;br /&gt;I have been here many times before &lt;br /&gt;Hurt myself again today&lt;br /&gt;And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my friend &lt;br /&gt;Hold me, wrap me up &lt;br /&gt;Unfold me &lt;br /&gt;I am small &lt;br /&gt;I'm needy &lt;br /&gt;Warm me up &lt;br /&gt;And breathe me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch I have lost myself again &lt;br /&gt;Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found, &lt;br /&gt;Yeah I think that I might break &lt;br /&gt;I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my friend &lt;br /&gt;Hold me, wrap me up &lt;br /&gt;Unfold me &lt;br /&gt;I am small &lt;br /&gt;I'm needy &lt;br /&gt;Warm me up &lt;br /&gt;And breathe me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my friend &lt;br /&gt;Hold me, wrap me up &lt;br /&gt;Unfold me &lt;br /&gt;I am small &lt;br /&gt;I'm needy &lt;br /&gt;Warm me up &lt;br /&gt;And breathe me&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came to a point when I just felt numb. Sort of like a disorientation after a car-crash. People that cared about me wrote to tell me how my actions have hurt them. While a part of me is numb, there is still a small part that can still feel. I know what I did. It  was self-centred of me to punish others for my own pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the dust has settled, I am looking back and I see actions have consequences. Now that I can see where I am headed, it is time to back-track and move on in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, we are always going to slip a little from sanity occasionally.It is not excusable, or right or wrong. It is the way things are.  Just get up and move on in the right direction. You are human. You are vulnerable. Don't let your mistakes define you. Take responsibility for your mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For friends that are gone, if they are meant to be, they may return. Otherwise, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-4584005029600846900?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/4584005029600846900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=4584005029600846900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/4584005029600846900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/4584005029600846900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/worst-part-is-theres-no-one-else-to.html' title='&quot;the worst part is there&apos;s no-one else to blame&quot;'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9fi-dsDVugM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-3058831114187480485</id><published>2011-03-27T12:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T13:13:32.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minimalism as a State of Mind</title><content type='html'>Minimalism is sort of a romantic ideal for me. As much as I admire the notion of living life simply, with as little possession as possible, some how I would often unconsciously end up buying things and accumulating stuff. It's something that takes consistent effort. But it is possible. A lot of people who found themselves suddenly jobless in the midst of an economic crisis somehow learned to adapt to having every little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was jobless - with no income, I bought very little. I used the library often, I spent mainly on food and necessities. I don't even buy CDs anymore, and I bought no new clothes. Now that I am with an income again, I look around, and I see how much I have been spending, buying, consuming - it's a vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found this &lt;a href="http://guynameddave.com/100-thing-challenge/"&gt;100 Thing Challenge&lt;/a&gt;. Dave Bruno basically outlines the minimalistic effort in 3 steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;educe (get rid of some of your stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refuse (to get more new stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejigger (your priorities)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our possession is somehow tied to our state of mind. I know whenever I feel overwhelmed by emotions, clearing the clutter around me helps. Maybe it's a psychological thing - what happens within manifest itself without. Just that when I look seriously at the things around me, I often wonder: "Is this something I need, or something I would like to have?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a question for the heart too: "Do I need this, or I am just holding on because I think I cannot be happy without it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to explore &lt;a href="http://www.becomingminimalist.com/"&gt;http://www.becomingminimalist.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-3058831114187480485?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/3058831114187480485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=3058831114187480485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3058831114187480485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3058831114187480485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/minimalism-as-state-of-mind.html' title='Minimalism as a State of Mind'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-4489480757870046237</id><published>2011-03-25T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T01:19:59.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday is over</title><content type='html'>So my birthday is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had only one birthday wish this year. It did not come to pass, because it isn't something I can only ask for, but whether it comes or not, that's an act of grace. I can work towards making the conditions right for things to unfold - but everything is karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading about hopelessness as a spiritual practice lately. Hope is defined as looking for something in the future to change. Faith is trusting what is happening here and now is what we need to do, where we need to be. You stop looking for something in the future to make you happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit it is difficult. So difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the people I love would stop leaving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“There are times to cultivate and create, when you nurture your world and give birth to new ideas and ventures. There are times of flourishing and abundance, when life feels in full bloom, energized and expanding. And there are times of fruition, when things come to an end. They have reached their climax and must be harvested before they begin to fade. And finally of course, there are times that are cold, and cutting and empty, times when the spring of new beginnings seems like a distant dream. Those rhythms in life are natural events. They weave into one another as day follows night, bringing, not messages of hope and fear, but messages of how things are.”&lt;/span&gt; ~ Chögyam Trungpa&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-4489480757870046237?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/4489480757870046237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=4489480757870046237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/4489480757870046237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/4489480757870046237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/birthday-is-over.html' title='Birthday is over'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-6913584032142989899</id><published>2011-03-24T13:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T14:36:36.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>I asked a friend once if he gambles. He replied in the negative. He told me, "I never put my money on anything where I cannot control the outcome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This advice works as well for life. Never place your happiness on anything where you do not control the outcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-6913584032142989899?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/6913584032142989899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=6913584032142989899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/6913584032142989899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/6913584032142989899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-359863276587921790</id><published>2011-03-24T03:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T03:33:00.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga and Spirituality'/><title type='text'>“Ten Suggestions for Having a Regular Daily Practice Even if You Would Rather Be Thrown into a Shark-Infested Ocean”</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Birthday notes:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;By Diane Winston, excerpted from &lt;a href="http://www.shambhalasun.com/sunspace/?p=5560"&gt;Shambhala Sun&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;1. Be gentle on yourself. If you think you’re a failure and berate yourself for missing a day or a week, meditation then becomes another excuse for self-hatred. Look, meditation training is like swimming upstream, doable, but takes some effort. Be forgiving, yet keep at it.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;2. Allow it to become a habit. Try to do it at the same time in the same place everyday. The way to cultivate a habit is to actually do it. The more consistent you can be, the easier it is for the new grooves to be worn into your brain.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;3. Review your day and pick a time to do it that makes sense. If you are not a morning person, in fact can’t even look at yourself in the mirror until after you’ve had your coffee, wait till later in the day. If you come home exhausted every night, try the mornings.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;4. Be willing to be flexible. If you miss your morning session, be creative. Take a mindful, silent walk at work; sit before you fall asleep. Don’t throw in the towel just because your daily routine got upended.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;5. Prioritize. You need to somehow insert into your brain that meditation is just as important as brushing your teeth, showering, eating, Friends reruns, whatever it is. I think it’s amazing how much time we find to answer email but how strikingly little time there is to sit daily. Hmmmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;P&gt;6. Set your intention. Ask yourself as you sit down, why am I meditating today? See what emerges. Then ask yourself, what are my deepest reasons for practice? Return to these motivations when the going gets tough. A liberated mind takes work and reminders.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;7. Pick a doable amount of time. Don’t strive for an hour unless it seems easy to you. Twenty minutes to a half hour can work fine. Up it, if that seems easy and fits in with your schedule. Even five minutes will activate those neural pathways, keep it going. And get a new groove forming.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;8. If all else fails, get your sweet self on your cushion and take three breaths.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;9. Sometimes sitting truly feels impossible. Then use your designated time for some kind of spiritually supportive practice: read a dharma book, listen to a tape, write in your journal.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;10. When you screw up, be gentle on yourself. I already said this, but I’ll say it again, it’s key for developing a regular practice.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-359863276587921790?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/359863276587921790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=359863276587921790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/359863276587921790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/359863276587921790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2009/03/ten-suggestions-for-having-regular.html' title='“Ten Suggestions for Having a Regular Daily Practice Even if You Would Rather Be Thrown into a Shark-Infested Ocean”'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-9186402317306088207</id><published>2011-03-20T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T21:52:16.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empathic Civilisation</title><content type='html'>RSA Animate - The Empathic Civilisation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An animated exposition on human empathy. To empathize is to civilize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="450" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/l7AWnfFRc7g?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-9186402317306088207?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/9186402317306088207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=9186402317306088207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/9186402317306088207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/9186402317306088207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/rsa-animate-empathic-civilisation.html' title='Empathic Civilisation'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/l7AWnfFRc7g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-649064110283266192</id><published>2011-03-17T22:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T21:49:23.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Doubt</title><content type='html'>A friend and I haven't spoken for a while. I contacted her last night about our mutual friend, the one that passed away on Sunday. She said this to me: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;... but i never doubt that you will be there for me&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you just need a reminder of love, you get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-649064110283266192?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/649064110283266192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=649064110283266192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/649064110283266192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/649064110283266192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/never-doubt.html' title='Never Doubt'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-7771463900986623578</id><published>2011-03-17T18:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T20:38:22.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Not Grieve</title><content type='html'>I found out last night that a friend passed away last Sunday. I thought about how I didn't keep in touch with her, because I was so caught up with my own self-centered life. And now she's gone, and I can't make it up to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am on the verge of losing another good friend because of an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up crying last night; it was an emotional day. Sometimes all you have left are regrets and loss. I'm trying to remind myself not all relationships are gone forever. But sometimes, I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to comfort myself right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Song by Faiz Ahmed Faiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not grieve.&lt;br /&gt;Do not grieve &lt;br /&gt;This pain will cease. &lt;br /&gt;Friends will return &lt;br /&gt;Wounds will heal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not grieve.&lt;br /&gt;Do not grieve. &lt;br /&gt;Day will dawn. &lt;br /&gt;Night will end. &lt;br /&gt;Clouds will burst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not Grieve.&lt;br /&gt;Do not grieve. &lt;br /&gt;Times will change. &lt;br /&gt;Birds will sing. &lt;br /&gt;Spring will come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not grieve.&lt;br /&gt;Do not grieve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Faiz Ahmed Faiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated by Daud Kamal&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-7771463900986623578?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/7771463900986623578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=7771463900986623578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/7771463900986623578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/7771463900986623578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/do-nor-grieve.html' title='Do Not Grieve'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-8092062060725391001</id><published>2011-03-16T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T22:58:59.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP</title><content type='html'>I have enough deaths around lately. Will people stop dying?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-8092062060725391001?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/8092062060725391001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=8092062060725391001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/8092062060725391001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/8092062060725391001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/stop.html' title='STOP'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-1890679034326293404</id><published>2011-03-14T11:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T15:55:43.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>QUOTE | Our job is to love ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;“Our job is to love others without stopping to inquire whether or not they are worthy. That is not our business and, in fact, it is nobody’s business. What we are asked to do is to love, and this love itself will render both ourselves and our neighbors worthy if anything can.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Thomas Merton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-1890679034326293404?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/1890679034326293404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=1890679034326293404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/1890679034326293404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/1890679034326293404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/quote-our-job-is-to-love.html' title='QUOTE | Our job is to love ...'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-3798365172503398285</id><published>2011-03-13T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T04:41:33.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Truth'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth | Day 13: A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter)</title><content type='html'>Thank you Sarah McLachlan, for your music. I cannot count the number of times when things feel down for me, and just listening to your songs made me feel just that little bit better. "Fallen" became my theme song during a really bad break-up and I found myself losing friends along the way because I could not deal with it maturely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="500" height="350" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Jqps9ZdMxs0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold On" reminds me of how it feels to lose someone you lose, the way it feels like a part of you is dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MHBmpGLGyk8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for articulating heartache so beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v2bOt-QASEk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v2bOt-QASEk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-3798365172503398285?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/3798365172503398285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=3798365172503398285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3798365172503398285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3798365172503398285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-days-of-truth-day-13-band-or-artist.html' title='30 Days of Truth | Day 13: A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter)'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Jqps9ZdMxs0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-2518534222656659145</id><published>2011-03-12T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T00:48:00.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Truth'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth | Day 12: Something you never get compliments on</title><content type='html'>No one has ever complimented me on my culinary skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't compliment me for my sewing skills either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-2518534222656659145?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/2518534222656659145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=2518534222656659145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2518534222656659145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2518534222656659145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-days-of-truth-day-12-something-you.html' title='30 Days of Truth | Day 12: Something you never get compliments on'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-8280648923869429950</id><published>2011-03-11T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T00:19:40.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Truth'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth | Day 11: Something people seem to compliment you the most on</title><content type='html'>People often compliment me on my strength.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being strong-willed is not always strength. Real strength of character requires flexibility. One of the things I learned from yoga is that strength supports flexibility. If you are flexible but without the muscles to support your body, you can literally over-stretch and injure yourself. This principles work in real life situations too. Being too strong-willed, to the point that you are unable to yield, unwilling to listen - and in the process causing conflict and pain to someone else - that is not strength. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real strength comes from the heart. The heart is the source of compassion, and it does not mean you are never insecure or afraid. It just means you do what is necessary anyway, even when it forces you out of your comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this regard, I am just an ordinary human being trying to be strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-8280648923869429950?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/8280648923869429950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=8280648923869429950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/8280648923869429950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/8280648923869429950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-days-of-truth-day-11-something.html' title='30 Days of Truth | Day 11: Something people seem to compliment you the most on'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-3917525881722031881</id><published>2011-03-10T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:59:56.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga and Spirituality'/><title type='text'>Let Us All Be Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;“Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so, let us all be thankful.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Buddha&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-3917525881722031881?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/3917525881722031881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=3917525881722031881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3917525881722031881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3917525881722031881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/let-us-all-be-thankful.html' title='Let Us All Be Thankful'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-8036578960029397390</id><published>2011-03-10T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T00:10:00.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Truth'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth | Day 10: Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know</title><content type='html'>There really isn't anyone that I wish I never knew. If they ever made an impact in my life, they are worth it, even if there's pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wonder at the letting go part. Letting go is not the same as giving up. If we interprete "letting go" as non-attachment (and as difficult as it is, it is possible to love someone deeply without attachment) - then, yes. There are a few people in this universe that I need to let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to let go to love them better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Never put anyone out of your heart... &lt;/span&gt;"  ~Neem Karoli Baba&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-8036578960029397390?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/8036578960029397390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=8036578960029397390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/8036578960029397390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/8036578960029397390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-days-of-truth-day-10-someone-you.html' title='30 Days of Truth | Day 10: Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-3989234796264812966</id><published>2011-03-09T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T00:04:36.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Truth'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth | Day 9: Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted</title><content type='html'>A friend and I ceased communication recently. We have drifted apart for some time now, and I knew it. It was an awful feeling - to love someone deeply, but you could only watch them slipping further and further away from you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mistake was to struggle to hold on when I should have let go. I should have respected the natural flow of these things. I made things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after my friend and I stopped speaking, I was reminded of my friend, Bunny. It was her death anniversary (she passed away last year on 19th January), and it made me re-examine a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunny had been dead for over a year, but her husband continues to miss her. He still posts on her Facebook wall on special occasions - her birthday, Valentine's Day, Christmas, New Year's Day, their wedding anniversary. It was heartbreaking to read the posts by Bunny's husband; I feel for him. It is terrible to love someone, to miss them, and not be able to hold them ever again, not to be able to hear them laugh anymore. Most of all, it reminded me of how badly I ended things with my friend. I miss her. I regret the last things I said to her, the things I have done - I did all of those things because I was hurt and angry, and I wanted to hurt her. I regret all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have ended things a lot better. I owed my friend better respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is precious. Relationship is precious. Never let the last thing you say to someone be words you will regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago, I put up a passage from the Dhammapada at my work-desk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We are what we think.&lt;br /&gt;All that we are arises with our thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;With our thoughts we make the world.&lt;br /&gt;Speak or act with an impure mind&lt;br /&gt;And trouble will follow you&lt;br /&gt;As the wheel follows the ox that draws the cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are what we think.&lt;br /&gt;All that we are arises with our thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;With our thoughts we make the world.&lt;br /&gt;Speak or act with a pure mind&lt;br /&gt;And happiness will follow you&lt;br /&gt;As your shadow, unshakable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look how he abused me and beat me,&lt;br /&gt;How he threw me down and robbed me.”&lt;br /&gt;Live with such thoughts and you live in hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look how he abused me and beat me,&lt;br /&gt;How he threw me down and robbed me.”&lt;br /&gt;Abandon such thoughts, and live in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world&lt;br /&gt;Hate never yet dispelled hate.&lt;br /&gt;Only love dispels hate.&lt;br /&gt;This is the law,&lt;br /&gt;Ancient and inexhaustible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You too shall pass away.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing this, how can you quarrel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I are estranged - but we are both still alive. I still have a chance to try to make amends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, being sorry does not mean we get to side-step the consequences of our choices. Saying sorry does not alway mean everything will go back to the way things were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is an act of grace. I can try to make amends - but I have no control over the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote to my friend. We did not reconcile. Around the same time, I saw the Facebook profile link for an old friend, Cara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara and I stopped speaking back in 2004. We quarreled a long time ago, because I felt I wasn't accepted for who I am. I said a lot of hurtful things to her right before we stopped communicating. I was the one who chose to walk away - yet I know without a doubt that I love Cara. I missed her a lot all these years, but something stubborn within me would not allow me to mend bridges with Cara. Last I heard from mutual friends, Cara had moved to Holland. She was doing her Masters, and she was married. A part of me lied to myself, that Cara was too far away - there was no point trying to contact her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are, January 2011. It was a day of miracle. The synchronicity of events: Bunny's death anniversary, her husband's posts, the sadness of missing Bunny who is dead, and the sadness of missing my friend who is alive - it all led to something softening inside me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up sending Cara a Facebook Friend Request. She accepted. We wrote each other. I found out Cara and her husband moved to Singapore last year. She is pregnant with their first child, due this May. Most of all, Cara works really close to my office, so we meet up for lunch when we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The universe works in mysterious ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-3989234796264812966?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/3989234796264812966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=3989234796264812966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3989234796264812966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3989234796264812966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-days-of-truth-day-9-someone-you.html' title='30 Days of Truth | Day 9: Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-3161776147130742919</id><published>2011-03-08T20:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T00:04:04.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>QUOTE | Don't wish me happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="4"&gt;Don't wish me happiness - I don't expect to be happy it's gotten beyond that, somehow. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor - I will need them all.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-3161776147130742919?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/3161776147130742919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=3161776147130742919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3161776147130742919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3161776147130742919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/quote-dont-wish-me-happiness.html' title='QUOTE | Don&apos;t wish me happiness'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-1886302040727130217</id><published>2011-03-08T00:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T00:49:00.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Truth'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth | Day 8: Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit</title><content type='html'>Well, I can honestly say, the only people who have tried to make my life difficult are co-workers who have some inferiority issues, or they are playing some politics for their own interest and I just got caught in the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one can make my life hell unless I allow them. Yes, often I am challenged emotionally, and I get frustrated and angry - but no - as long as I can compartmentalize and keep myself sane - no one can drag me into hell with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because they unsettle my mind briefly does not mean they control it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because they suck, doesn't mean I have to be like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am awesome that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"If you are irritated by every rub, how will you be polished?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Rumi&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-1886302040727130217?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/1886302040727130217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=1886302040727130217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/1886302040727130217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/1886302040727130217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-days-of-truth-day-8-someone-who-made.html' title='30 Days of Truth | Day 8: Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-7444167013959567882</id><published>2011-03-07T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T19:49:52.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Truth'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth | Day 7: Someone Who Has Made Your Life Worth Living For</title><content type='html'>I feel like one of those winners during the Oscars that has to thank everyone from their scriptwriters to their pet hamsters. But -- my life is rich and full because of all the people in my life -- even the ones that I no longer talk to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is only one person in your entire life that has made it worth living for -- I would recommend examining your life right now. We owe our lives to everyone who has crossed our path. If you only acknowledge one person who made your life worth living - then you need to learn to open your heart, and learn more gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art.... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— C.S. Lewis (The Four Loves)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the sum of all my experiences and the people who crossed my paths, and left their mark on my heart. Each of them contributed to my life. My life is worth living because my heart is so full.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-7444167013959567882?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/7444167013959567882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=7444167013959567882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/7444167013959567882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/7444167013959567882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-days-of-truth-day-7-someone-who-has.html' title='30 Days of Truth | Day 7: Someone Who Has Made Your Life Worth Living For'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-2932769087421174385</id><published>2011-03-07T00:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T00:38:35.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moleskine for The Little Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="500" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Fc76DRfuS_A" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-2932769087421174385?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/2932769087421174385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=2932769087421174385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2932769087421174385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2932769087421174385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/moleskine-for-little-prince.html' title='Moleskine for The Little Prince'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Fc76DRfuS_A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-8673984057942976550</id><published>2011-03-07T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T00:10:59.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>QUOTE | To love is to be vulnerable</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— C.S. Lewis (The Four Loves)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-8673984057942976550?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/8673984057942976550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=8673984057942976550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/8673984057942976550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/8673984057942976550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/quote-to-love-is-to-be-vulnerable.html' title='QUOTE | To love is to be vulnerable'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-2834129483679829129</id><published>2011-03-06T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T12:17:10.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Truth'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth | Day 6: Something You Hope You Never Have to Do.</title><content type='html'>It is something that has been on my mind for some time. My mom's mental health has been gradually declining. It has caused a lot of stress at home, for my family and myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things may come to a point where we are not able to care for her at home. It was a drain on our emotional resources trying to cope with things as they are now. I can't imagine going through another bout of depression trying to deal with things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to consider sending my mom to a nursing home. This would mean things have come to such a point that we desperately need help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scares me to think about this - but it is a very real possibility in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-2834129483679829129?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/2834129483679829129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=2834129483679829129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2834129483679829129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2834129483679829129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-days-of-truth-day-6-something-you.html' title='30 Days of Truth | Day 6: Something You Hope You Never Have to Do.'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-6180188483255925020</id><published>2011-03-05T04:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T22:49:10.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Truth'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth | Day 5: Something You Hope to Do in Your Life.</title><content type='html'>A lot of my friends will probably be surprised by this - because it's not something that I talk about a lot. Or at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope one day to start a family; I would like to have a child, and raise my child with someone who loves me. I don't talk about it a lot with my friends. The circumstances of my life do not really allow this at this time, so I have chose to keep things quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why talk about things that will probably never come to pass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I hope one day to have a little girl. Maybe it's my own difficulties with my mother that led me to want a daughter. But I hope to raise a daughter who will be good and kind. I hope she will be courageous, and adventurous. I hope she will learn that it is okay to make mistakes - our mistakes are rich learning experience. I want my daughter to know how to love herself, even as she learns to love and protect other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have even picked the name for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the most patient person in the world, but I know I will love with all my heart. I know I will be a good mom, because I really, truly care - and that's what's really important&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-6180188483255925020?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/6180188483255925020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=6180188483255925020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/6180188483255925020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/6180188483255925020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-days-of-truth-day-5-something-you.html' title='30 Days of Truth | Day 5: Something You Hope to Do in Your Life.'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-4726533131516840455</id><published>2011-03-04T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T00:44:06.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Truth'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth | Day 4: Something You Have to Forgive Someone For</title><content type='html'>I had my heart broken late last year. I never really had a chance to heal from that before the other party asked if we could "remain friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hindsight, it was a terrible mistake. There was a huge gaping wound between us and every time we argue, it was as though we tear at the stitches. We stab at the wound before it ever had a chance to heal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are no longer friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really forgave that person for breaking my heart. I did my fair share of the damage. It's rarely just someone else's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is a shame - because I learned a lot from that relationship, especially after it ended. It was ironically, an opportunity for spiritual awakening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the terrible thing about falling in love. You let yourself be vulnerable to someone else, and it is beyond your control what the other person do with the power they have over your heart. They can choose to listen to you, and look after your heart - or they can ignore it, neglect it. Part of why it is so hard to forgive the other person, is because you find it difficult to forgive yourself for putting yourself in such a vulnerable state in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-4726533131516840455?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/4726533131516840455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=4726533131516840455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/4726533131516840455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/4726533131516840455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-days-of-truth-day-4-something-you.html' title='30 Days of Truth | Day 4: Something You Have to Forgive Someone For'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-4582241804132319846</id><published>2011-03-03T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T22:25:14.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Truth'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth | Day 3: Something You Have to Forgive Yourself For</title><content type='html'>I never set out to be hurtful or unkind. If I do treat people unkindly, it's usually more out of impatience or a bad temper than ill-will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are some people who seem to push my buttons in the worse possible way. They are always the people that I care about, because only the ones you love have the power to get under your skin so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her, in a complicated sort of way. And I know my mom is the person who loves me the most in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I spent so many years of my being angry at her, that I haven't been kind to my mom. I get reactive around her. I have less patience with her than I do with most people. It's as though I forgot how to be kind with my mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's health has been declining for some time now. And I still haven't figured out how to get along with her. I don't know if I will ever be able to reconcile our differences. I know I have not told her I love her for more than 20 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I raise my voice at her, or I lose my temper - I feel bad afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I find it so difficult to be kind to my mom. For the major part of my life, I defined myself AGAINST my mom. I see her as weak, so I want to strong. In a way, she represented everything I despise, because I don't want to be like her. I don't want to be so weak that I allow people to walk all over me and not fight back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's the saddest thing in the world for a daughter to feel that way about her mom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the daughter my mom hopes for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just don't have enough love in me to be a better daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am not meant to forgive myself for being this way with my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-4582241804132319846?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/4582241804132319846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=4582241804132319846' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/4582241804132319846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/4582241804132319846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-days-of-truth-day-3-something-you.html' title='30 Days of Truth | Day 3: Something You Have to Forgive Yourself For'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-4900481927216099570</id><published>2011-03-02T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T20:50:19.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Truth'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth | Day 2: Something You Love About Yourself</title><content type='html'>So, let's talk about what I love about myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it isn't as easy as I thought it might be. Afterall, who would think I would have trouble talking about myself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when I really stop to think about it, I don't know what I can say without a doubt that I love about myself. I have a lot of good traits: I am kind, helpful, generous, decent and I have a dry, sardonic sense of humour - but I don't know if I love these traits about myself, or I accept that as the things that comes with the package of "me-ness".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to take this from another point of view - if I was friends with myself, what is it that I love about myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to myself, I would say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for being the Care Bear that you are. If Grumpy Bear and Friend Bear had a love-child, you would be it. Which probably makes you a Frumpy Bear. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you are kind as an instinct. You care when other people are hurting, even if you don't like them very much - because the fact that someone else is hurting matters to you more than how you feel about them personally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are kind, because you genuinely care about people - not because you want people to like you.  That's why you are not nice -  because you don't really make any effort to make people like you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you because your heart is generous and true. Don't armour your heart when it hurts, because your pain, the fact that your heart is tender and vulnerable is the source of your compassion. You understand pain, which is why you care and you reach out when you see someone else suffering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-4900481927216099570?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/4900481927216099570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=4900481927216099570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/4900481927216099570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/4900481927216099570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-days-of-truth-day-2-something-you.html' title='30 Days of Truth | Day 2: Something You Love About Yourself'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-7515760894331652131</id><published>2011-03-01T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T20:14:35.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>QUOTE | I want first of all</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I want first of all…to be at peace with myself. I want a singleness of eye, a purity of intention, a central core to my life that will enable me to carry out these obligations and activities as well as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want, in fact—to borrow from the language of the saints—to live “in grace” as much of the time as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-7515760894331652131?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/7515760894331652131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=7515760894331652131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/7515760894331652131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/7515760894331652131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/quote-i-want-first-of-all.html' title='QUOTE | I want first of all'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-8364731751453836016</id><published>2011-03-01T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T20:05:19.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Truth'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth | Day 1: Something You Hate About Yourself</title><content type='html'>So with this &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;30 Days of Truth&lt;/span&gt; meme, I'm supposed to write something about a chosen theme every day for 30 days. I have a couple of friends who said they wanted to do this with me, so we will be comparing notes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;30 Days of Truth: Day 1: Something You Hate About Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a somewhat negative way to begin this writing meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling powerless in situations which are unfair to myself and others. I hate feeling powerless over my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the sense of a loss of control over the circumstances in my life, which is often, because of fear.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate being weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole life I fought against the perceived weakness within myself. I am a fighter - it has become my instinct against fear. I fight when I am afraid, because I rather go down fighting than give up. Surrender is not an option. The only way to combat fear is to face it head-on. Those of you who are into astrology, you should not be surprised when I tell you I am an Aries Sun sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the last few years threw me against my assumptions. Time and time again I am thrown into situations that terrify me, where I have limited or absolutely no control; Surgery, unfair work situations bordering on exploitation, elderly parent with mental health issues, a pretty long term unemployment - I dealt with them all with differing success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately I have began to reconsider my reactive approach to the things that scare me. Perhaps, what I really hate is feeling &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;vulnerable&lt;/span&gt;. Perhaps real strength is not in fighting against weakness, but in being able to lean into vulnerability. Perhaps the really courageous people are not those that rage against the dying of the night - but those that accept the uncertainties, that accept the grounds falling apart from beneath our feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps real courage is the grace to surrender, to be willing to embrace the things that scare you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps my whole life up to now has been about running away, and maybe I am not the fighter in life that I thought I was. Perhaps all the drama of my fighting is just a strategy for distraction and numbing the fear of opening my heart to vulnerability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to change this. I want to open my heart to vulnerability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-8364731751453836016?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/8364731751453836016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=8364731751453836016' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/8364731751453836016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/8364731751453836016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-days-of-truth-day-1-something-you.html' title='30 Days of Truth | Day 1: Something You Hate About Yourself'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-6136373688844191995</id><published>2011-02-28T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T00:14:28.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Because It Inspires Me'/><title type='text'>Power of Vulnerability in Our Lives</title><content type='html'>I have been sharing this video with anyone who would pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="520" height="340" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/X4Qm9cGRub0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-6136373688844191995?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/6136373688844191995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=6136373688844191995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/6136373688844191995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/6136373688844191995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/02/power-of-vulnerability-in-our-lives.html' title='Power of Vulnerability in Our Lives'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/X4Qm9cGRub0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-8575541086944749355</id><published>2011-02-26T22:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T00:33:30.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='24th March'/><title type='text'>MEME | 30 Days of Truth</title><content type='html'>I found a meme for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;30 Days of Truth&lt;/span&gt;.  I have been thinking of something to do for my birthday this year. Maybe this is a good time to look at myself more honestly in the month of March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for.&lt;br /&gt;Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.&lt;br /&gt;Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.&lt;br /&gt;Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.&lt;br /&gt;Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.&lt;br /&gt;Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 → Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 → Something people seem to compliment you the most on.&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 → Something you never get compliments on.&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 → A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter)&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 → Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without.&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 → Your views on gay marriage.&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 → What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 → Your views on drugs and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 → (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 → Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 → Something you wish you had done in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 → Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re still alive today.&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 → What’s the best thing going for you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 → What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 → Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 → A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-8575541086944749355?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/8575541086944749355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=8575541086944749355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/8575541086944749355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/8575541086944749355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/02/meme-30-days-of-truth.html' title='MEME | 30 Days of Truth'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-8693380223051749150</id><published>2011-02-26T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T20:49:59.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga and Spirituality'/><title type='text'>QUOTE | Desiring Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;“Whatever joy there is in this world&lt;br /&gt;All comes from desiring others to be happy,&lt;br /&gt;And whatever suffering there is in this world,&lt;br /&gt;All comes from desiring myself to be happy.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– Śantideva&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-8693380223051749150?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/8693380223051749150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=8693380223051749150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/8693380223051749150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/8693380223051749150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/02/quote-desiring-happiness.html' title='QUOTE | Desiring Happiness'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-5487877487032959824</id><published>2011-02-23T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:51:41.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga and Spirituality'/><title type='text'>QUOTES | Somebody has to do it</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;When you are trying to help someone, you have to have humor, self-existing humor, and you have to hold the moth in your hand, but not let it go into the flame. That’s what helping others means. Ladies and gentlemen, we have so much responsibility. A long time ago, people helped one another in this way. Now people just talk, talk talk. They read books, they listen to music, but they never actually help anyone. They never use their bare hands to save a person from going crazy. We have that responsibility. Somebody has to do it. It turns out to be us. We’ve got to do it, and we can do it with a smile, not with a long face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Chogyam Trungpa&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-5487877487032959824?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/5487877487032959824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=5487877487032959824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/5487877487032959824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/5487877487032959824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/02/quotes-somebody-has-to-do-it.html' title='QUOTES | Somebody has to do it'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-3362160807370773967</id><published>2011-02-20T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T00:32:41.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>MUSIC | "Anyway" by Martina McBride</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Came across this quote from the Gita earlier:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“On action alone be thy interest…Never on its fruits…Let not the fruits of action be thy motive, Nor be thy attachment to inaction…”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;P&gt;Hold this thought and listen to this song by Martina McBride:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="520" height="350" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6uLtyzRgmyI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anyway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can spend your whole life building&lt;br /&gt;Something from nothin'&lt;br /&gt;One storm can come and blow it all away&lt;br /&gt;Build it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can chase a dream that seems so out of reach&lt;br /&gt;And you know it might not ever come your way&lt;br /&gt;Dream it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is great, but sometimes life ain't good&lt;br /&gt;When I pray it doesn't always turn out like I think it should&lt;br /&gt;But I do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;I do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world's gone crazy and it's hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;That tomorrow will be better than today&lt;br /&gt;Believe it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can love someone with all your heart&lt;br /&gt;For all the right reasons&lt;br /&gt;In a moment they can choose to walk away&lt;br /&gt;Love 'em anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is great, but sometimes life ain't good&lt;br /&gt;When I pray it doesn't always turn out like I think it should&lt;br /&gt;But I do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can pour your soul out singing a song you believe in&lt;br /&gt;That tomorrow they'll forget you ever sang&lt;br /&gt;Sing it anyway&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sing it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing, I dream&lt;br /&gt;I love&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-3362160807370773967?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/3362160807370773967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=3362160807370773967' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3362160807370773967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3362160807370773967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/02/music-anyway-by-martina-mcbride.html' title='MUSIC | &quot;Anyway&quot; by Martina McBride'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6uLtyzRgmyI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-879023140529864768</id><published>2011-02-19T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T22:03:21.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>QUOTE | The crisis throws you back</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;“Nietzsche was the one who did the job for me. At a certain moment in his life, the idea came to him of what he called “the love of your fate.” Whatever your fate is, whatever the hell happens, you say, “This is what I need.” It may look like a wreck, but go at it as though it were an opportunity, a challenge. If you bring love to that moment—not discouragement—you will find the strength is there. Any disaster that you can survive is an improvement in your character, your stature, and your life. What a privilege! This is when the spontaneity of your own nature will have a chance to flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when looking back at your life, you will see that the moments which seemed to be great failures followed by wreckage were the incidents that shaped the life you have now. You’ll see that this is really true. Nothing can happen to you that is not positive. Even though it looks and feels at the moment like a negative crisis, it is not. The crisis throws you back, and when you are required to exhibit strength, it comes.” ~ Joseph Campbell &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-879023140529864768?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/879023140529864768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=879023140529864768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/879023140529864768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/879023140529864768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/02/quote-crisis-throws-you-back.html' title='QUOTE | The crisis throws you back'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-1873807244869930385</id><published>2011-02-18T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T00:06:30.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>QUOTE | We Learn by Practice</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I believe that we learn by practice. Whether it means to learn to dance by practicing dancing, or to learn to live by practicing living, the principles are the same. In each, it is the performance of a dedicated, precise set of acts, physical or intellectual, from which come shape of achievement, the sense of one’s being, the satisfaction of spirit. One becomes in some area an athlete of God. Practice means to perform over and over again, in the face of all obstacles, some act of vision, of faith, of desire. Practice is a means of inviting the perfection desired.&lt;/span&gt; ~ Martha Graham&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the entire essay &lt;a href="http://thisibelieve.org/essay/16583/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-1873807244869930385?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/1873807244869930385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=1873807244869930385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/1873807244869930385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/1873807244869930385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/02/quote-we-learn-by-practice.html' title='QUOTE | We Learn by Practice'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-2912443132720883953</id><published>2011-02-15T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T23:46:49.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waves</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what changed; the last few days I found myself easily overwhelmed by emotions. The heart was in pain, and there was no way to stop the grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, out of nowhere, came a sense of contentment. Everything remains the same, but something felt different within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.” &lt;br /&gt;~ Kahlil Gibran&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-2912443132720883953?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/2912443132720883953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=2912443132720883953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2912443132720883953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2912443132720883953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/02/waves.html' title='Waves'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-127594248361181459</id><published>2011-02-14T19:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T19:30:45.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga and Spirituality'/><title type='text'>QUOTE | Letting go of fixtation</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Letting go of fixation is effectively a process of learning to be free, because every time we let go of something, we become free of it. Whatever we fixate upon limits us because fixation makes us dependent upon something other than ourselves. Each time we let go of something, we experience another level of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Traleg Kyabgon Rinpoche, "Letting Go of Spiritual Materialism"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-127594248361181459?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/127594248361181459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=127594248361181459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/127594248361181459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/127594248361181459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/02/quote-letting-go-of-fixtation.html' title='QUOTE | Letting go of fixtation'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-4930973276667101249</id><published>2011-02-14T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T19:57:58.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga and Spirituality'/><title type='text'>QUOTE | How Things Are</title><content type='html'>My thoughts for Valentine's Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“There are times to cultivate and create, when you nurture your world and give birth to new ideas and ventures. There are times of flourishing and abundance, when life feels in full bloom, energized and expanding. And there are times of fruition, when things come to an end. They have reached their climax and must be harvested before they begin to fade. And finally of course, there are times that are cold, and cutting and empty, times when the spring of new beginnings seems like a distant dream. Those rhythms in life are natural events. They weave into one another as day follows night, bringing, not messages of hope and fear, but messages of how things are.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Chögyam Trungpa&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-4930973276667101249?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/4930973276667101249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=4930973276667101249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/4930973276667101249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/4930973276667101249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2010/10/quote-how-things-are.html' title='QUOTE | How Things Are'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-8874409668539507255</id><published>2011-02-13T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T16:29:32.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>QUOTE | Kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness.&lt;br /&gt;~ George Sand&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-8874409668539507255?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/8874409668539507255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=8874409668539507255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/8874409668539507255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/8874409668539507255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/02/quote-kindness.html' title='QUOTE | Kindness'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-553221551234296243</id><published>2011-02-12T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T23:53:41.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga and Spirituality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 Tips/Tricks for establishing a regular home yoga practice (&lt;a href="http://www.elephantjournal.com/2011/02/10-tips-amp-tricks-for-establishing-a-regular-home-yoga-practice--kara-leah-grant/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Let go of all expectations. All of them.&lt;br /&gt;2. Giving yourself permission to just roll out your mat and breathe…&lt;br /&gt;3.  Set an intention.&lt;br /&gt;4. Warm up.&lt;br /&gt;5. Standing Poses, seated poses, backbends, twists, savasana.&lt;br /&gt;6. Enjoy being able to take time in postures.&lt;br /&gt;7. Don’t be constrained by how you think postures should look.&lt;br /&gt;8. Be playful, and light, and joyous.&lt;br /&gt;9. Make your daily home practice the one must-do of your day.&lt;br /&gt;10. Be kind to yourself, and always, always, always get back on the mat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-553221551234296243?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/553221551234296243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=553221551234296243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/553221551234296243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/553221551234296243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/02/10-tipstricks-for-establishing-regular.html' title=''/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-3095989044514285191</id><published>2011-02-12T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T21:48:09.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga and Spirituality'/><title type='text'>QUOTE | Learn to watch your drama unfold</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Learn to watch your drama unfold while at the same time knowing you are more than your drama." &lt;br /&gt;— Ram Dass&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-3095989044514285191?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/3095989044514285191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=3095989044514285191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3095989044514285191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3095989044514285191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/02/quote-learn-to-watch-your-drama-unfold.html' title='QUOTE | Learn to watch your drama unfold'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-5402087862539985362</id><published>2011-02-12T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T00:04:44.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading List'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 Books'/><title type='text'>100 BOOKS | 100 Books To Read 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man's Search for Meaning&lt;/strong&gt; • Victor Frankl&lt;br&gt;[12/02/2011&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wabi-Sabi for Artists, Designers, Poets &amp; Philosophers&lt;/strong&gt; • Leonard Koren&lt;br&gt;[07/02/2011 ~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Call of Stories: Teaching and the Moral Imagination&lt;/strong&gt; • Robert Coles&lt;br&gt;[24/01/2011 ~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catching Fire: How Cooking Made Us Human&lt;/strong&gt; • Richard Wrangham&lt;br&gt;[23/12/2010 ~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Paradise Built in Hell&lt;/strong&gt; • Rebecca Solnit&lt;br&gt;[14/12/2010 ~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Classical World&lt;/strong&gt; • Robin Lane Fox&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sergio: One Man's Fight to Save the World&lt;/strong&gt; • Samantha Power&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Shadow of the Sun&lt;/strong&gt; • Ryszard Kapuscinski&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Histories&lt;/strong&gt; • Herodotus&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guns, Germs and Steel&lt;/strong&gt; • Jared Diamond &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Logo&lt;/strong&gt; • Naomi Klein&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;War and Peace&lt;/strong&gt; • Leo Tolstoy&lt;br&gt;[translated by Richard Pevear &amp; Larissa Volokhonsky]&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeff in Venice, Death in Varanasi&lt;/strong&gt; • Geoff Dyer&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out of Sheer Rage: In the Shadow of D.H. Lawrence&lt;/strong&gt; • Geoff Dyer&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Death of Ivan Ilyich &amp; Other Stories&lt;/strong&gt; • Leo Tolstoy &lt;br&gt;[translated by Richard Pevear &amp; Larissa Volokhonsky]&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just Kids&lt;/strong&gt; • Patti Smith&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; • &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eat, Pray, Love&lt;/strong&gt; • Elizabeth Gilbert&lt;br&gt;[02/12/2010 ~ 08/12/2010]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outliers: The Story of Success&lt;/strong&gt; • Malcolm Gladwell&lt;br&gt;[30/12/2010 ~ 02/01/2011]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let the Right One In&lt;/strong&gt; • John Ajvide Lindqvist&lt;br&gt;[translated from the Swedish by Ebba Segerberg]&lt;br&gt;[18/11/2010 ~ 03/01/2011]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opening the Door of Your Heart and other Buddhist Tales of Happiness&lt;/strong&gt; • Ajahn Brahm&lt;br&gt;[15/01/2011 ~ 23/01/2011]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shah of Shahs&lt;/strong&gt; • Ryszard Kapuściński&lt;br&gt;[translated from the Polish by William R. Brand &amp; Katarzyna Mroczkowska-Brand]&lt;br&gt;[05/01/2011 ~ 23/01/2011]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Little Prince&lt;/strong&gt; • Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;br&gt;[30/01/2011 ~ 31/01/2011]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Miracle of Mindfulness: A Manual on Meditation&lt;/strong&gt; • Thich Nhat Hanh&lt;br&gt;[05/02/2011 ~ 07/02/2011]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-5402087862539985362?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/5402087862539985362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=5402087862539985362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/5402087862539985362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/5402087862539985362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/01/100-books-100-books-to-read-2011.html' title='100 BOOKS | 100 Books To Read 2011'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-4678497038633231315</id><published>2011-02-08T09:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T09:18:01.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='28 Days Meditation Challenge'/><title type='text'>Everyday Activity Meditations</title><content type='html'>From Sharon Salzberg's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Real-Happiness-Meditation-28-Day-Program/dp/0761159258/"&gt;Real Happiness&lt;/a&gt;, on "Everyday Activity Meditations":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Often we can take the lessons we learn from observing one single activity and apply them to the rest of our life. See if you can use a part of your everyday routine as a meditation, a time of coming into the moment, paying attention to your actual experience, learning about yourself, deepening your enjoyment of simple pleasures, or perhaps seeing how you could approach a task more skillfully.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Choose a brief daily activity—something you may have done thousands of times but never been totally conscious of. This time bring your full awareness to it; pay attention on &lt;em&gt;purpose&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-4678497038633231315?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/4678497038633231315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=4678497038633231315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/4678497038633231315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/4678497038633231315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/02/everyday-activity-meditations.html' title='Everyday Activity Meditations'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-1012883251103379224</id><published>2011-02-07T11:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T11:53:28.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Is There a Point To This Post?&quot;'/><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>I'm not a trained psychologist of course, but it occurred to me that I might actually have been depressed the last 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Symptoms include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persistent sad, anxious or "empty" feelings&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of hopelessness and/or pessimism&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of guilt, worthlessness and/or helplessness&lt;br /&gt;Irritability, restlessness&lt;br /&gt;Loss of interest in activities or hobbies once pleasurable&lt;br /&gt;Fatigue and decreased energy&lt;br /&gt;Difficulty concentrating, remembering details and making decisions&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia, early–morning wakefulness, or excessive sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Overeating, or appetite loss&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of suicide, suicide attempts&lt;br /&gt;Persistent aches or pains, headaches, cramps or digestive problems that do not ease even with treatment&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 2 years I have been persistently manifesting all the symptoms above, as well as emotional upheavals where I over-react or suddenly break down in tears over trivial matters. I stopped doing the things I love - I stopped reading, I stopped writing, I stopped practing yoga. My thoughts are often negative, and many mornings, I wake up with a sense of emotional heaviness. The only thing I do not have are thoughts of suicide. Thank goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had realised this earlier, I might have asked for help sooner - or maybe not. People in the throes of depression often find it difficult to get help. All I know is that I felt very much alone the past 2 years. It was hard to get motivated with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the fact I can see this now, is a sign I am getting better. It just costed me a lot to get to this stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-1012883251103379224?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/1012883251103379224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=1012883251103379224' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/1012883251103379224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/1012883251103379224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/02/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-5705640388159471087</id><published>2011-02-06T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T21:01:32.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga and Spirituality'/><title type='text'>QUOTES | Mastery of yoga</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Mastery of yoga is really measured by how it influences our day-to-day living, how it enhances our relationships, how it promotes clarity and peace of mind. &lt;br /&gt;– T.K.V. Desikachar&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-5705640388159471087?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/5705640388159471087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=5705640388159471087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/5705640388159471087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/5705640388159471087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/02/quotes-mastery-of-yoga.html' title='QUOTES | Mastery of yoga'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-2215440763475427497</id><published>2011-02-06T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T02:24:04.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>POETRY | Wild Geese</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;by Mary Oliver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not have to be good.&lt;br /&gt;You do not have to walk on your knees&lt;br /&gt;for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.&lt;br /&gt;You only have to let the soft animal of your body&lt;br /&gt;love what it loves.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile the world goes on.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain&lt;br /&gt;are moving across the landscapes,&lt;br /&gt;over the prairies and the deep trees,&lt;br /&gt;the mountains and the rivers.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,&lt;br /&gt;are heading home again.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,&lt;br /&gt;the world offers itself to your imagination,&lt;br /&gt;calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —&lt;br /&gt;over and over announcing your place&lt;br /&gt;in the family of things.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dream Work&lt;/span&gt; by Mary Oliver&lt;br /&gt;published by Atlantic Monthly Press&lt;br /&gt;© Mary Oliver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-2215440763475427497?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/2215440763475427497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=2215440763475427497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2215440763475427497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2215440763475427497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/02/poetry-wild-geese.html' title='POETRY | Wild Geese'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-3291825717490784224</id><published>2011-02-06T00:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T00:30:29.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga and Spirituality'/><title type='text'>Lessons</title><content type='html'>I have been watching some videos posted on Youtube by the Omega Institute. In particular, I have been watching this Seane Corn video over and over. I have been thinking about difficulties in relationships lately, and it felt like Seane Corn was addressing my inquiries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seane Corn speaks about angels in our life. These angels are the people who have crossed our paths, who have brought us down and brought us to our knees. God has brought the both of us together to help illuminate each other's soul. That person is burning through their karma just as we are burning through ours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These angels in our lives are our teachers, our spiritual companions -- and we have come together to do important work. It doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, but we have to look beyond it and see that there is no good or bad, only experiences and opportunities to learn. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"You cannot be victimized unless you believe it's true. You can't be abandoned unless you believe it's true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look back at your experience and ask where is god? Where is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once said to me, things happen for a reason, and things come in cycles. The important thing is to take the lessons from what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, I am struggling with making sense of some of the things that has happened to me recently. I have been out of practice with yoga and meditation for over 2 years. During this long hiatus, I had noticed how my focus and mindfulness has dropped drastically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I pondered the difficulties in my relationships lately, I have come to believe they are pointing me back to my practice. My unskillful actions brought me to a bitter conclusion. The pain was part of the journey. The lesson could not have been taught without the people who participate in the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to learn to embrace the experience as what they are, and to let go even as I use them to nourish my own practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much work to do. But before that, I have to give thanks to the people who helped me in my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pSopZGv9PeU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pSopZGv9PeU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-3291825717490784224?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/3291825717490784224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=3291825717490784224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3291825717490784224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/3291825717490784224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-have-been-watching-some-videos-posted.html' title='Lessons'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-2153527726424243103</id><published>2011-02-04T20:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T21:32:32.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1000 Origami Cranes'/><title type='text'>One Thousand Origami Cranes</title><content type='html'>A friend mentioned she wanted to fold origami cranes earlier. I asked her to fold 100 to get a wish. Turns out I was a little hazy on the figure. The Japanese has this saying: if you fold 1000 cranes, you get one wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wish right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fold 1000 cranes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend says to give myself a time limit. One year sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to aim for 1000 origami cranes by June this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I fold each crane, I will think of a friend, and send good thoughts their way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this too be a form of meditation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-2153527726424243103?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/2153527726424243103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=2153527726424243103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2153527726424243103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2153527726424243103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-thousand-origami-cranes.html' title='One Thousand Origami Cranes'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-5924845824667308191</id><published>2011-02-02T20:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T19:47:13.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='28 Days Meditation Challenge'/><title type='text'>MEDITATION | 28 Days - Day 1 &amp; 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"We leave our homeland, our property and our friends. We give up the familiar ground that supports our ego, admit the helplessness of ego to control its world and secure itself. We give up our clingings to superiority and self-preservation...It means giving up searching for a home, becoming a refugee, a lonely person who must depend on himself...Fundamentally, no one can help us. If we seek to relieve our loneliness, we will be distracted from the path. Instead, we must make a relationship with loneliness until it becomes aloneness." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Chögyam Trungpa (The Myth of Freedom and the Way of Meditation)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to meditate once a day on both 1st and 2nd of February. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking a lot about some of the things that led me back to meditation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, we are alone in our practice. No one can help us except ourselves. A spiritual practice is about taking responsibility for ourselves. You practice, good for you. You don't practice, that's your own problem too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're practicing just so we can call ourselves a "spiritual" person and feel good about ourselves, or to show off to others - then it is nothing more than the ego playing games on us. You don't go anywhere if you're practicing only for some external validation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's say you come to your practice alone. No matter how hard you work on it, nobody cares. No one believes you will ever change no matter how much you practice - but you just keep working. You finally give up hope of people praising you, or liking you for working hard. You abandon all hope of ever mending your relationships through your practice. You are all alone in your practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is when it really matters - when you practice for practice's sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-5924845824667308191?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/5924845824667308191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=5924845824667308191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/5924845824667308191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/5924845824667308191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/02/meditation-28-days-day-1-2.html' title='MEDITATION | 28 Days - Day 1 &amp; 2'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-2808915658175142912</id><published>2011-01-31T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T20:52:14.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>QUOTES | Secret of Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“The secret of happiness, you see, is not found in seeking more, but in developing the capacity to enjoy less.” &lt;br /&gt;- Socrates&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-2808915658175142912?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/2808915658175142912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=2808915658175142912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2808915658175142912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/2808915658175142912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/01/quotes-secret-of-happiness.html' title='QUOTES | Secret of Happiness'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-7390205210264415654</id><published>2011-01-28T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T00:15:03.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>POETRY | "What We Need Is Here" By Wendell Berry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Geese appear high over us,&lt;br /&gt;pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,&lt;br /&gt;as in love or sleep, holds&lt;br /&gt;them to their way, clear&lt;br /&gt;in the ancient faith: what we need&lt;br /&gt;is here. And we pray, not&lt;br /&gt;for new earth or heaven, but to be&lt;br /&gt;quiet in heart, and in eye,&lt;br /&gt;clear. What we need is here. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-7390205210264415654?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/7390205210264415654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=7390205210264415654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/7390205210264415654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/7390205210264415654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/01/poetry-what-we-need-is-here-by-wendell.html' title='POETRY | &quot;What We Need Is Here&quot; By Wendell Berry'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15914227.post-6100936034790782522</id><published>2011-01-28T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T00:12:04.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>POETRY | "Do not be ashamed" by Wendell Berry</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You will be walking some night&lt;br /&gt;in the comfortable dark of your yard&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly a great light will shine&lt;br /&gt;round about you, and behind you&lt;br /&gt;will be a wall you never saw before.&lt;br /&gt;It will be clear to you suddenly&lt;br /&gt;that you were about to escape,&lt;br /&gt;and that you are guilty: you misread&lt;br /&gt;the complex instructions, you are not&lt;br /&gt;a member, you lost your card&lt;br /&gt;or never had one. And you will know&lt;br /&gt;that they have been there all along,&lt;br /&gt;their eyes on your letters and books,&lt;br /&gt;their hands in your pockets,&lt;br /&gt;their ears wired to your bed.&lt;br /&gt;Though you have done nothing shameful,&lt;br /&gt;they will want you to be ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;They will want you to kneel and weep&lt;br /&gt;and say you should have been like them.&lt;br /&gt;And once you say you are ashamed,&lt;br /&gt;reading the page they hold out to you,&lt;br /&gt;then such light as you have made&lt;br /&gt;in your history will leave you.&lt;br /&gt;They will no longer need to pursue you.&lt;br /&gt;You will pursue them, begging forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;They will not forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;There is no power against them.&lt;br /&gt;It is only candor that is aloof from them,&lt;br /&gt;only an inward clarity, unashamed,&lt;br /&gt;that they cannot reach. Be ready.&lt;br /&gt;When their light has picked you out&lt;br /&gt;and their questions are asked, say to them:&lt;br /&gt;"I am not ashamed." A sure horizon&lt;br /&gt;will come around you. The heron will begin&lt;br /&gt;his evening flight from the hilltop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Tina sent me this poem yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15914227-6100936034790782522?l=darkorpheus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/feeds/6100936034790782522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15914227&amp;postID=6100936034790782522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/6100936034790782522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15914227/posts/default/6100936034790782522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkorpheus.blogspot.com/2011/01/poetry-do-not-be-ashamed-by-wendell.html' title='POETRY | &quot;Do not be ashamed&quot; by Wendell Berry'/><author><name>darkorpheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565452271408221461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LqdzbDIhT8M/TAfZWXIcazI/AAAAAAAABTU/bBFZBkBl6H8/S220/13956.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
