<?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-1142828046835829779</id><updated>2011-10-19T12:11:33.895+08:00</updated><category term='Sharings'/><category term='Ego Speaks'/><title type='text'>In between Abyss and Elysium</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-7203858891430986484</id><published>2011-09-04T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T02:38:26.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego Speaks'/><title type='text'>仰望空荡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecommentfactory.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/milky-way.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://www.thecommentfactory.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/milky-way.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;碧云在蓝天编织，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;在阳光穿不透积云下，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;无形成了乌云，&lt;br /&gt;但九霄云外的天，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;依然充满翠蓝的色彩。&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;明月在别岸升起，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;在夜天抵不过城光下，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;星河受了干扰，&lt;br /&gt;但蟲鳴螽躍的天，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;依然蕴藏蓝色的光辉。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-7203858891430986484?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/7203858891430986484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/7203858891430986484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/7203858891430986484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='仰望空荡'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-6359895184562962325</id><published>2011-08-11T02:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T03:05:48.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego Speaks'/><title type='text'>Sexist - the Invisible Segment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: red; color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The video contains vulgarity. Parental supervision advised for those below 18 years of age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4JA4EPRbWhQ" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I try not to be sexist, &lt;br /&gt;but why some tend to talk on &lt;br /&gt;"guy/girl market segments", &lt;br /&gt;"guy/girl consumption behavior", &lt;br /&gt;"guy/girl service quality" and &lt;br /&gt;"guy/girl management strategy", &lt;br /&gt;here and there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, talking about types of good/bad guys, &lt;br /&gt;sharing indirect "confessions" about guys/girls in Facebook...&lt;br /&gt;Now, I doubt itemizing guy or girl in a catagory is a wise behavior.&lt;br /&gt;You don't like be labelled as Crocs/Mango, do you?&lt;br /&gt;Unless you would like to tag me as Kiko or Kika Lala X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-6359895184562962325?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/6359895184562962325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-try-not-to-be-sexist-but-why-some.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/6359895184562962325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/6359895184562962325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-try-not-to-be-sexist-but-why-some.html' title='Sexist - the Invisible Segment'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4JA4EPRbWhQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-8105666835225052285</id><published>2011-06-04T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T20:24:27.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego Speaks'/><title type='text'>A Call to Seers</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="497" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.slideshare.net/slideshow/embed_code/1922232?rel=0&amp;amp;startSlide=9" width="595"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail! O compartmentalization!&lt;br /&gt;Hail! O specialization!&lt;br /&gt;Hail! O idealism!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have differed more than enough with differences,&lt;br /&gt;we have focussed more than enough with foci,&lt;br /&gt;we have thought more than enough with thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such classical call is no more,&lt;br /&gt;hail is now a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let no enthusiast realise nothing but enthusiasm;&lt;br /&gt;let no devotee realise nothing but devotion, &lt;br /&gt;let no artist realise nothing but art; &lt;br /&gt;let no theorist realise nothing but theory, &lt;br /&gt;let no gainer realise nothing but gaining;&lt;br /&gt;let no loser realise nothing but losing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the new age of blind faith be dispelled.&lt;br /&gt;May this quote be dispelled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-8105666835225052285?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/8105666835225052285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2011/06/call-to-seers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/8105666835225052285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/8105666835225052285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2011/06/call-to-seers.html' title='A Call to Seers'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-8912729048073947733</id><published>2011-05-09T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:44:15.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego Speaks'/><title type='text'>Inside the Onion (Insight, the Onion)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Published on 25 December 2008)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/86/Red_onion_rings_closeup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/86/Red_onion_rings_closeup.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;What an onion mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;tears of irritation to some,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;wonder of recipes for others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;An onion of mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;a misty layers of mystery;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;a maze of misery for the lost,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;a realm of bliss for the seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;A mind of onion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;encompass and decompose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;without the signs of past and future,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;without the compass of logics and faith,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;without the beginning and ending of time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;May there be blossom of mind onions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align:left;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;May there be end of encircled paths...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-8912729048073947733?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/8912729048073947733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2011/05/inside-onion-insight-onion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/8912729048073947733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/8912729048073947733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2011/05/inside-onion-insight-onion.html' title='Inside the Onion (Insight, the Onion)'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-1605047008694138708</id><published>2010-10-11T02:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:44:15.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego Speaks'/><title type='text'>Silent October</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plumcreeklibrary.org/wabasso/images/fall-leaves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://www.plumcreeklibrary.org/wabasso/images/fall-leaves.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a silent October and I've used to be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are running in the days and the nights alone.&lt;br /&gt;I have fear to speak, fear to lose, fear to grieve and fear to want once more...&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing yet I can dare to reach... &lt;br /&gt;Conversations are now too light to vapour in the air...&lt;br /&gt;The past are going to pop like bubbles in the air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's ahead of me is a place where planes are replacing shooting stars...&lt;br /&gt;I've no need to watch shooting stars again... &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, rainy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-1605047008694138708?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/1605047008694138708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/10/silent-october.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/1605047008694138708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/1605047008694138708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/10/silent-october.html' title='Silent October'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-6206807847813627797</id><published>2010-08-27T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T20:35:16.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego Speaks'/><title type='text'>The World of Social Bookmarking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.evohosting.co.uk/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/socialize_preview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://www.evohosting.co.uk/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/socialize_preview.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I am not a good housekeeper.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to keep my piling stuff better.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta need some housekeeping.&lt;br /&gt;So, I meet Digg the Hot, &lt;br /&gt;she doesn't know how to group my stuff my way&lt;br /&gt;Then, I come to Facebook the Social, &lt;br /&gt;but he always leaves my old previous stuff messy!&lt;br /&gt;After that, I found out that Delicious the Smart knows how to arrange stuff my way&lt;br /&gt;However, I need to ask permission from her foster father, Yahoo! the uneasy...&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm now a follower of Yahoo! and Delicious is really sweet!&lt;br /&gt;Plus, she knows how to please me in and out of office.&lt;br /&gt;Nice one!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you guys do not know what I am talking about, I am actually sharing my experience of solving bookmarking problem using social bookmarking site. I am not a good reader because I am not good in memorising. That is why bookmarking links of articles and websites has serve me to revise key materials when necessary. After time goes longer, the bookmarks are getting more and complicated in terms of categories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I look for Digg, the most populated social bookmarking site. Although Digg is excellent in displaying top favourite links by enhancing graphical features, it has only several fixed categories for bookmarks. For instance, I have no way to group links as "Religious" and "Lifestyle" is the closest group I could find. Digg is making me dissapointed by its "one-mean-fits-all" strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I look back at Facebook and see whether I can make use of it better. Facebook ables to keep my links but I cannot trace them well because it is made to communicate, not putting weird tagname in the status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I have found Delicious to serve me well. I can customise my bookmarks because it has tag feature, like what Firefox has. Besides, Firefox can install Delicious application as a sidebar to ease my bookmarking experience. I love using Delicious very much... but it has been purchased by Yahoo! few years before that. It means that I have to register a Yahoo! account in order to make use of Delicious. Well, I get the account and Delicious is making me happy, a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are also a bookmarker, do take a try in Delicious and add me (John Doe in Samsara) in your network. Let's share the information together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-6206807847813627797?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/6206807847813627797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/08/world-of-social-bookmarking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/6206807847813627797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/6206807847813627797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/08/world-of-social-bookmarking.html' title='The World of Social Bookmarking'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-119698169587810028</id><published>2010-08-16T02:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T12:05:22.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego Speaks'/><title type='text'>Frustrating Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotosearch.com/bthumb/FCY/FCY554/42-21058876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.fotosearch.com/bthumb/FCY/FCY554/42-21058876.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"One does leave home, because it is no longer home; it's the desire that resembles home. We are far far away from being "homeless", and that's frustrating."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;John Doe in Samsara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, people is confused with what I've quoted here. As I am the combination of being phillosophical and introvert, I prefer to comprehend a single word in different meaning. However, some people may wondering whether I'm just playing word-riddles or being a lexicon, and some are praising me for being "deep". It is really funny for me but I appreciate their heartfelt comments. Thanks to some of my good friends who were curious in what I was writing in Facebook, I had replied them and I am now compiling it as one of my blog posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quote started in my mind as I was preparing for my first interview after graduation soon and I have no idea whether life with endless hunt serves me better. It's certainly that I'm not those who miss home too much and being too filial, but I just don't get something right. One is leaving house for something else because house cannot provide the source of satisfation, such as food, entertainment, career, future accompany and so on. That is why we feel unlikely to stick ourselves in house, but indulging and "living" in these desires. Well, we know desires are ever-dangling carrots. Therefore, if we take those desires as our destination to be satisfied, we are far much frustrated than those who have abandoned desires and spent their lives being satisfied living in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While replying the posting, I had discovered something - I was frustrated because I was not able to live in the present moment, thus being wavered by doubts and worries. That made me remember back the first blog post "Intro" with OneRepublic's "Stop and Stare"... That means my goal is still the same with that back in 2 years ago. Good. Thanks to Cymon's summary, I'm going to stop the wondering thoughts get back to present business. Simple, right? Have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-119698169587810028?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/119698169587810028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/08/frustrating-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/119698169587810028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/119698169587810028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/08/frustrating-home.html' title='Frustrating Home'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-3911647039487215223</id><published>2010-08-15T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T20:34:31.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego Speaks'/><title type='text'>On the Mend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arttherapyblog.com/uimages/2008/10/transformation-and-change.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://www.arttherapyblog.com/uimages/2008/10/transformation-and-change.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Repelling notion shreding focus &lt;br /&gt;from million miles within,&lt;br /&gt;Being shattered, my mind is far&lt;br /&gt;apart from being home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here, I've lost my way. &lt;br /&gt;and I'm here, in the rotten shed, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here, I'm going "home" again&lt;br /&gt;I'm here, I'm on the mend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it you? Walk alone,&lt;br /&gt;here we go...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C6LCttYOO9Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/C6LCttYOO9Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-3911647039487215223?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/3911647039487215223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/08/on-mend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/3911647039487215223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/3911647039487215223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/08/on-mend.html' title='On the Mend'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-5850772656470038033</id><published>2010-08-13T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T21:34:43.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharings'/><title type='text'>Water Conservation is on the Move</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/metro/story.asp?file=/2010/8/13/north/6846566&amp;amp;sec=North"&gt;Rewards for Savers - Incentives to promote water conservation target big consumers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/metro/story.asp?file=/2010/8/13/north/6848557&amp;amp;sec=North"&gt;Simple and practical solutions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/metro/story.asp?file=/2010/8/13/north/6849286&amp;amp;sec=north"&gt;Green initiatives a criteria for hotel star-ratings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/metro/story.asp?file=/2010/8/13/north/6847217&amp;amp;sec=North"&gt;Highest water bill hits RM183,300 - Factories and educational institution are top five users&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-5850772656470038033?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/5850772656470038033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/08/water-conservation-is-on-move.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/5850772656470038033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/5850772656470038033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/08/water-conservation-is-on-move.html' title='Water Conservation is on the Move'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-2931175140219734816</id><published>2010-08-02T04:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T21:35:08.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego Speaks'/><title type='text'>Why Malaysians Prefer the Old Way</title><content type='html'>After viewing &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/notes/cymon-cheong-mun-keat/idea/424028422070"&gt;Cymon's blog&lt;/a&gt;, I can understand why he was slightly frustrated with people nowadays unable to make ideas happening. We resist changes, thus no idea can be generated to make things better. I also agree with his claim that people are lazy and easily drawn out by hanky-pankies, but these are not what they want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In  slow-paced environment like Malaysia, there is nothing to pressure us to  do something different. Unlike countries like India and Africa, we are not going to die as long as we are working. &lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;We have no need to worry about chaos and calamities because we are still safe (for the time being). Therefore, this comfort zone let us feeling needless to evolve  into something new. As what Anil Gupta is saying that depression leads to creativity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; (as shown in the video below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;, that is why poor Indians can innovate from something from its  rusty junkyard into something novel and sophisticated (and why there is a recent finding reporting that Americans are getting less creative nowadays).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JHk9YVjhk7c&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/JHk9YVjhk7c&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are pampered with "ever-ready" advantages around us, we just  don't know how to appreciate the conventional ways of doing things!&amp;nbsp; If we don't really even work hard on the old way, how do we know whether it is really right or wrong? Malaysians are somewhat easily driven by gut feeling and &lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;voice things out without rational reasoning. Anyway, Cymon's statement that perfectionism is the internal cause of such failure may be true, but that is not just it. &lt;/span&gt;Incentives and law enforcement encourge idea perfectionism, which later kills initiative and creativity! You can see that people seem to be stupid when answering stupid television and radio quizes (even when the answers has been "hinted" to the participants). You can also see the government's effort in "encouraging" more garbage dumping in forbidden areas with panelty is warned on the sign board. If you still cannot get the picture, we can see how dumb is our performance with granted extra marks and undesired restriction in classrooms! Two videos below show findings in case studies relating to incentives, penalties and law-making respectively. Both video uncover the effective methods of creating and initiating better ideas. I hope we get better initiative and creativity from their sharings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rrkrvAUbU9Y&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/rrkrvAUbU9Y&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qu7ZpWecIS8&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/qu7ZpWecIS8&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Q25-S7jzgs&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/7Q25-S7jzgs&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-2931175140219734816?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/2931175140219734816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-malaysians-prefer-old-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/2931175140219734816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/2931175140219734816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-malaysians-prefer-old-way.html' title='Why Malaysians Prefer the Old Way'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-738542891537539333</id><published>2010-07-14T01:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T04:38:42.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharings'/><title type='text'>Homosexuality in Buddhism - Sharing from a Kalyana Mitra</title><content type='html'>Homosexuality was practised in ancient India; it is not unique to the 21st century! It is explicitly mentioned in the Vinaya and prohibited for all Monks and Nuns. Sexual behaviour, whether with a member of the same or the opposite sex, where the sexual organ enters any of the bodily orifices (vagina, mouth or anus), results in expulsion from the monastic order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A unique person called a 'pandaka' is mentioned in the Vinaya as a sexual non-conformist. The Vinaya stipulates that pandakas are not allowed to be ordained, and if, inadvertently, one has been, he is expelled . According to the commentary, this is because pandakas are "full of passions, unquenchable lust and are dominated by the desire for sex."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term pandaka however, does not refer to homosexuals in general but rather to the openly effeminate, self-advertising and promiscuous homosexual who is not suitable as a candidate for the celibate, restrained and mindful life of a monk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lay Buddhist is not required to be celibate. The third Precept says: 'Kamesu micchacara veramani sikkhapadam samadiyami .' The word kama literally refers to any form of sensual pleasure but the emphasis here is on sexual pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To understand what constitutes "wrong", we need to examine the methods that Buddhism uses to make ethical judgments.&lt;br /&gt;The Buddha questioned many of the assumptions existing in his society, including moral ones, and tried to develop ethics based upon reason and compassion rather than tradition, superstitions and taboo . &lt;br /&gt;The Buddha gives three criteria for making moral judgments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is to act towards others the way we would like them to act towards us. He uses this principle to advise against adultery: "What sort of Dhamma practice leads to great good for oneself?... A noble disciple should reflect like this: 'If someone were to have sexual intercourse with my spouse I would not like it. Likewise, if I were to have sexual intercourse with another's spouse they would not like that. For what is unpleasant to me must be unpleasant to another, and how could I burden someone with that?' As a result of such reflection one abstains from wrong sexual desire, encourages others to abstain from it, and speaks in praise of such abstinence."&lt;br /&gt;In the Bahitika Sutta, Ananda is asked how to distinguish between praiseworthy and blameworthy behaviour. He answers that any behaviour which causes harm to oneself and others could be called blameworthy while any behaviour that causes no harm to oneself and others could be called praiseworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, in determining right and wrong one has to look into the actual and possible consequences of the action. Behaviour can be considered good or bad according to the consequences or effects it has.&lt;br /&gt;Behaviour can also be considered right or wrong according to whether or not it helps us to attain our goal. The ultimate goal of Buddhism is Nibbana, a state of mental peace and purity, and anything that leads one in that direction is good. "The doctrines of which you can say: 'These doctrines lead to letting go, giving up, stilling, calming, higher knowledge, awakening and to Nibbana' - you can be certain that they are Dhamma, they are discipline, they are the words of the Teacher."&lt;br /&gt;This utilitarian attitude to ethics is highlighted by the fact that the Buddha uses the term kusala to mean 'wholesome', 'skillful' or 'appropriate' or its opposite, akusala, when evaluating behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that is important in evaluating behaviour is intention. If a deed is motivated by good (based upon generosity, love and understanding) intentions it can be considered skillful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Buddha specifically mentions several types of unskillful sexual behaviour, the most common of which is adultery. The Buddha says that someone practicing the third Precept "avoids intercourse with girls still under the ward of their parents, brothers, sisters or relatives, with married women, with female prisoners or with those already engaged to another." Girls still under the protection of others are too young to make a responsible decision about sex, prisoners are not in a position to make a free choice, while an engaged woman has already made a commitment to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As homosexuality is not explicitly mentioned in the Buddha's discourses, we can at best only evaluate it in the same criteria as we judge heterosexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the case of the lay man and woman where there is mutual consent, where adultery is not involved and where the sexual act is an expression of love, respect, loyalty and warmth, it would not be breaking the third Precept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus should it not be the same when the two people are of the same gender? Similarly promiscuity and the disregard for the feelings of others would make any sexual act unskillful whether it be heterosexual or homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Buddha sometimes advised against certain behaviour not because it is wrong from the point of view of ethics but because it would put one at odds with social norms .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these cases, the Buddha says that refraining from such behaviour will free one from the anxiety and embarrassment caused by social disapproval or the fear of punitive action . Homosexuality would certainly come under this type of behaviour and the social consequences could not be simply ignored as it affects one's life immanently, negatively and without respite. One must realise that in reality such prejudices, no matter how unfair or unwarranted do and will exist, and one must be prepared to face it on chosing a lifestyle not in tune with social 'norms'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most common objection to homosexuality is that it is unnatural and "goes against the order of nature". Miriam Rothschild, the eminent biologist who played a crucial role in the fight to decriminalize homosexuality in Britain, pointed out that homosexual behaviour has been observed in almost every known species of animal. &lt;br /&gt;Whatever the cause of homosexuality one certainly does not 'choose' it in the same way one would, for example, choose to have tea instead of coffee. It is either inborn or develops in early childhood. And it is the same with heterosexuality. Laws does not change people's sexual inclinations.&lt;br /&gt;The Buddhist monk's role has always been to teach the Dhamma and to act as a quiet example of how it should be lived. Generally the attitude to homosexuality has been one of tolerance. Theravada Buddhist countries like Sri Lanka and Burma had no legal statutes against homosexuality between consenting adults until the colonial era when they were introduced by the British . Thailand, which had no colonial experience, still has no such laws. In such countries, when homosexuals are thought of, it is  likely to be in a good-humored way or with a degree of pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddhist monks are expected to live lives of celibacy, meaning abstinance from any type of sex. There is no explicit rule prohibiting those with a homosexual orientation from joining the monastic life as long as they maintain their precepts post ordination . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay Buddhists are expected to adhere to Five Precepts, the third of which is "not to engage in sexual misconduct." "Sexual misconduct" has traditionally been interpreted to include actions like coercive sex, sexual harassment, child molestation and adultery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These manifestations of sexual misconduct can apply equally to homosexual and heterosexual behaviour.  &lt;br /&gt;The Buddha's teachings does not exhort us to a life of pursuit of pleasure, sexual or otherwise. While the Buddha did not deny the existence of enjoyment in this world, he pointed out that all worldly pleasure is bound up with suffering, and enslavement to our cravings will keep us spinning in a vortex of disappointment and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cannot be said that homosexuals in countries where Buddhists are in the majority are any more free from prejudice and discrimination than they are in other countries. Neither is it true to say that Buddhists are themselves any more free from prejudiced views than those of other religions. However it is clear that there is nothing in the Buddha's teachings to justify condemnation of homosexuality.  &lt;br /&gt;For lay Buddhists, a sexual act would not be breaking the third precept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* where there is mutual consent,  &lt;br /&gt;* where there is no harm done to anyone,  &lt;br /&gt;* where the breaking of a commitment to another person is not involved,  &lt;br /&gt;* and where the intention is to express affection with respect to each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-738542891537539333?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/738542891537539333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/07/homosexuality-in-buddhism-sharing-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/738542891537539333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/738542891537539333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/07/homosexuality-in-buddhism-sharing-from.html' title='Homosexuality in Buddhism - Sharing from a Kalyana Mitra'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-2528846367617373027</id><published>2010-07-13T02:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T04:40:42.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego Speaks'/><title type='text'>The Flat Consciousness and the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Carter Emmart, Director of Astrovisualization at the American Museum of Natural History, lead up a team of professionals to come up with amazing and in-depth space experiences in the AMNH's Hayden Planetarium. He wish to provide an insight to identify who we are and where we are from much greater perspective, related to the fact that we are included in the universe. As a social science scholar, I am suprised and inspired by what he had mention in his demonstration in TEDTalks in Longbeach, California, in February 2010. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Video displayed below is his demonstration:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8agz9FcDcPk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/8agz9FcDcPk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The flat horizon that we evolved with has been a metaphor for the infinate, unbounded resources and unlimited capacity for disposal of waste. It wasn't until we really left Earth, got above from the atmosphere and had seen the horizon bend back on itself that we could understand our planet as a limited condition." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Carter Emmart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Visual display of astronomy has been common to us nowadays. Solid findings have told that our planet is in sphere and we are not staying in the core centre of the universe. We know that, but we just simply move on to our life after that. This fact has been so rigid that most people couldn't care anything but only the curiousity of it. The solid theories bring no great use to us because we are still embracing on the land as usual everyday. We still need to breathe. This notion is so pathetic for me that we take too much things for granted, without realising that these insights in the greater view can helps us to evolve. We like to own and do things our own way. We like to feel the estacy and drugged effect over natural occurances like gain and loss. We like to believe on what we want, instead of what it is. Frankly, we don't really like facts of life like these. In short, we are stuck. I cannot be sure that these are the reasons my teachers in high school unable to persuade me to become an engineer, a chemist or an astronomer, but those are definately my reason to turn myself off from greater science study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;What's so special about his effort is that the video carries message other than astronomical amazement. It reminds us of our distorted notions and the importance to change the points of view. Even thought we are sitting in the spherical globe, we still feel the land is flat. Thus, we have the notion that resources and dump places are always available in "the ever-stretching flat land". Therefore, people feel hard to do good deeds like greening and charity because of the perception of the "infinate space". The video has reminded us that each action we've taken have actually affect us back in a cycle because we live in the space with limited condition. It is alright to misplace assumptions because scientific assumptions about this world have been revamped from time to time. The important matter is to appreciate these scientists' contribution in greater view and live our life in greater significance. By changing our misconception, perhaps we can be more responsible and responsive to our changing environment, as well as to help the world become healthier than before. Perhaps we can feel contributive to save our homeland again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;He indeed had performed brailliantly in translating discoveries that scientists are struggling to explain to the common folks. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Video displayed below is the video in the demonstration:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/17jymDn0W6U&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/17jymDn0W6U&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-2528846367617373027?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/2528846367617373027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/07/carter-emmart-director-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/2528846367617373027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/2528846367617373027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/07/carter-emmart-director-of.html' title='The Flat Consciousness and the World'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-8204951568432696581</id><published>2010-06-19T16:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T18:29:51.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego Speaks'/><title type='text'>Childish Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Childish Happiness.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who deserve it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The innocent kid or me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I saw this smile.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This smile was neither born from the womb,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nor orchestrated from the chemicals in this world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It had been contagious to me beautifully.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Staring at the joyous kid by the street,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the smile was drawn on my face. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It makes me wonder,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"what makes the simple gesture so magical?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was such an evanescence of delight.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After all this while,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I found myself cherishing things that I could no longer hold on to.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I had been crawling to the mirages of desires endlessly. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What I've done is childish for sure, but it's not a happy thing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Finally, I realised how my happiness is being traded-off silently...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Thanks, children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;My writing on childish happiness has to start from a scratch again =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-8204951568432696581?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/8204951568432696581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/06/childish-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/8204951568432696581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/8204951568432696581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/06/childish-happiness.html' title='Childish Happiness'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-7311068205593302480</id><published>2010-05-16T03:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T18:29:51.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego Speaks'/><title type='text'>靜</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://redcheekinda.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/wind-chime.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://redcheekinda.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/wind-chime.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;過了數個星期，内心世界和窗外的森林仿佛相隔千里萬里，森林的寧靜無法平服内心的紛亂...  如今，我漸漸從多日的煩亂中尋找平靜，漸漸從視頻、音樂、佛曲，一刻一刻地放下... 從微細的風鈴聲聼出内心的聲音... 看了師父的部落格《找回初心》，頓時從淪落中找回生命中的活力。懺悔多時對身心的殘害后，但願自己、親人、友人、師長遠離憂心困苦，能無時無刻快樂自在。感恩師父，感恩父母，感恩陪伴大學生活的法侶們，感恩身邊及遠處熱情的朋友，感恩自己能親近于玄妙的現在。=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-7311068205593302480?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/7311068205593302480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/7311068205593302480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/7311068205593302480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='靜'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-2310492182623791225</id><published>2010-04-25T17:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:09:38.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharings'/><title type='text'>My Reminders of Presenting Marketing Research</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.presentationmagazine.com/newimages/watching-presentation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://www.presentationmagazine.com/newimages/watching-presentation.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Clarity&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Repeat general particulars such as literature title and charts audibly and visibly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Attentiveness&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put question marks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Originality&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stress on important statement.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Express mere individual opinion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Notify opinions that are not belonged to third party.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Relevance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Understand related concepts in general. (SERVQUAL, etc.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Concern of phrase or statements that are not easily comprehended by audiences.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Evaluation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put aside expectation but perception instead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Systematics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adhere slide arrangement to cues of presentation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-2310492182623791225?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/2310492182623791225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-reminders-of-presenting-marketing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/2310492182623791225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/2310492182623791225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-reminders-of-presenting-marketing.html' title='My Reminders of Presenting Marketing Research'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-77100857344514621</id><published>2010-04-25T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:50:08.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharings'/><title type='text'>Principles of Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ccuracy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;revity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;orrectness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Clarity of ideas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Coherence in structure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Conciseness of presentation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Correctness in mechanics (punctuations, grammar, spelling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;(Quoted from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fppsm.utm.my/staff/userprofile/norazman.html" style="color: white;"&gt;Assoc. Prof. Dr Norazman Abd Majid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;'s class. Thank you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-77100857344514621?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/77100857344514621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/04/principles-of-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/77100857344514621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/77100857344514621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/04/principles-of-writing.html' title='Principles of Writing'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-4405176185340264452</id><published>2010-04-25T16:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:36:45.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharings'/><title type='text'>Brief English Writing Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://businessclassnyc.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/english.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Don't  &lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;abbrev.&lt;/span&gt; (short form)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Check to see if any word&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Be &lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;carefully&lt;/span&gt; to use  adjectives and adverb &lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;correct&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;About sentence fragments&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; use &lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; double negatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;Each pronoun&lt;/span&gt; agrees with &lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;thei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; antecedent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Don't use commas&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; that aren't necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It's better not &lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;to &lt;b&gt;unnecessary&lt;/b&gt; split&lt;/span&gt; an infinitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;Its&lt;/span&gt; important to use &lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;apostrophe's&lt;/span&gt; right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Only &lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;Proper Nouns&lt;/span&gt; should be capitalised. also a sentence should begin with a capotal letter and end with a full stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In letters&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;composition&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;reports and things like that we use comma to keep a string of items&amp;nbsp; apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Watch out for irregular verbs that have &lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt; into our language. (crept)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;Verbs has&lt;/span&gt; to agree with their subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Avoid unnecessary &lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;extra&lt;/span&gt; redundancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;A writer&lt;/span&gt; mustn't shift &lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Don't write a run-on sentence&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you've got to punctuate it. (;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A preposition isn't a good thing to end a sentence &lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Avoid cliches &lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;like the plague&lt;/span&gt;. (e.g. first and formost, in a nutshell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;final thing is to never start a sentence with a number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Always check your work for &lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;accurate&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;completeness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(Quoted from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fppsm.utm.my/staff/userprofile/norazman.html"&gt;Assoc.  Prof. Dr. Norazman Abd Majid&lt;/a&gt;'s english class. Thank you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-4405176185340264452?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/4405176185340264452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/04/brief-english-writing-lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/4405176185340264452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/4405176185340264452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/04/brief-english-writing-lessons.html' title='Brief English Writing Lessons'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-3120675041265274232</id><published>2010-03-26T12:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T12:32:50.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego Speaks'/><title type='text'>醉后感</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;深知，&lt;br /&gt;娱乐能给于快乐，&lt;br /&gt;而&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;非永乐。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;今知，&lt;br /&gt;自我陶醉于内心，&lt;br /&gt;并非避风港，&lt;br /&gt;因为内心澎湃、涨落，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;无一波浪为永垂。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;关心，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;观心，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;放心，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但愿一切雨过天晴...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="text_wrapper" style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;苦海之小明 笔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-3120675041265274232?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/3120675041265274232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/3120675041265274232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/3120675041265274232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='醉后感'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-4147919011898611019</id><published>2010-03-07T19:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:28:06.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego Speaks'/><title type='text'>Unrevealed Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;What is the significance of&lt;br /&gt;what I've done,&lt;br /&gt;what I'm doing&lt;br /&gt;and what I'm going to do to my life?&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to abandon the dreadful&lt;br /&gt;and hold on to the liberating?&lt;br /&gt;All these decades,&lt;br /&gt;I've been living under&lt;br /&gt;dangling carrots,&lt;br /&gt;mirrages,&lt;br /&gt;cracking lands and&lt;br /&gt;misty fogs,&lt;br /&gt;I still don't see any worthy shelther.&lt;br /&gt;If there is a person asking me,&lt;br /&gt;"What would be your plan in 5 years time?"&lt;br /&gt;I would reply the person&lt;br /&gt;with just a breeze of silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-4147919011898611019?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/4147919011898611019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/03/unrevealed-uncertainty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/4147919011898611019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/4147919011898611019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/03/unrevealed-uncertainty.html' title='Unrevealed Uncertainty'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-2253211165444060587</id><published>2010-02-25T02:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T11:18:45.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego Speaks'/><title type='text'>苦海</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3180/3048602523_b8f026e516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3180/3048602523_b8f026e516.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;海，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;一望无际，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;开始时会觉得自己回到了平静的地方，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;但过了一会儿，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;它的优美留下的，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;只是淡淡的海风，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;幽幽的海浪，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;带来的则是忧愁、失落...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;力竭了，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我不想再挣扎，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;是时候让海水定位了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;该沉就沉，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;该浮就浮。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;但，呼吸的我，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;该怎么办呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我怕的，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;到底是海底的黑暗，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;还是海水的淹没？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;渐渐地，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我已忘了游泳的目的...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-2253211165444060587?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/2253211165444060587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/2253211165444060587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/2253211165444060587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='苦海'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3180/3048602523_b8f026e516_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-4546273754627973931</id><published>2009-08-16T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:25:11.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego Speaks'/><title type='text'>A tempo has found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shiftedreality.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/darkness_to_light_1600x1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.shiftedreality.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/darkness_to_light_1600x1200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ego speaks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Haunted by ego is never been a good moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every daytime was dark despite of how great the sun shines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My legs were innocently chained and enslaved by the master of torment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My body was effortlessly hugged by the ghosts of despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shivering was the only thing I could recall for what I was doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocently though,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;staring confusingly at the helping hands of passers-by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;not realising that I was consuming my youth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In my thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;there was nothing that can melt the steel of the freezing chains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;not without blowing off light within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It has been too long for me to wander,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;too long for me to escape from the dungeon of desolation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;until the echoes from the benevolent reached me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocently though,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I followed the echoes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocently though,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am regaining my might to lift up flesh and bones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Surprising though,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something is telling me this is a step ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where am I heading to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have no idea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;other than unlocking the rusty chains of certainty out of uncertainty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ego is in silence once again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-4546273754627973931?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/4546273754627973931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2009/08/tempo-has-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/4546273754627973931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/4546273754627973931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2009/08/tempo-has-found.html' title='A tempo has found'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-6142415516867303960</id><published>2009-08-13T17:27:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:39:22.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego Speaks'/><title type='text'>Trapped</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://phillyimprov.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/empty-stage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 240px;" src="http://phillyimprov.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/empty-stage.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powder flakes off from face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;red gloss fades off from lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;flashes of play blurs by aging,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and perfection of play is never been found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is left for patrons of art and artist of survived play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;All are fading by waves of trends but unsettled debris on theater stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/79/221375088_bb729f2d82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 370px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/79/221375088_bb729f2d82.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forgotten cigarette floats as stub,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yellowish urine dyes the water,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunk insect turns to corpse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is left after a flush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tonnes of human reactions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the floating stub,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;clear water,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and more flushes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-6142415516867303960?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/6142415516867303960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2009/08/trapped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/6142415516867303960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/6142415516867303960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2009/08/trapped.html' title='Trapped'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/79/221375088_bb729f2d82_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-4329442966481384743</id><published>2009-06-16T21:12:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T03:16:02.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego Speaks'/><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For those who have been kids or teens around the beginning of second millennium, you should have listened to this music and seen this video before. Its music is slightly out of the trend, yet evergreen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I hope you can enjoy some sweet flashback memories when you listen to this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; I would to share something as you enjoy the video...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Alanis Morissette - Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxueYZLvs48&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxueYZLvs48&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;In the land of people flourish with cultures has been an interest and an admiration among Westerners in these recent decades. When various religious teachings turn into an influx of mental development in a particular region, gratitude become a core subject to be cultivated in life-long education. However, it does not sound so nice to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Gratitude seems to be a hard thing to learn among people as young as me, we may just presume that it is impossible in some cases in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the word 'gratitude', it directs our mind to common o' words like 'parents', 'elders', 'teachers' and 'friends'. For most of oriental youngsters, we take it like a mutation of genetics, which is hard to be accepted and something to be inherited. As we honour, we may feel awkward (just like taking ginger with sugar... Well, it simply means awkward but not ridiculous) ; as we dishonour, we may feel unconscious. It is certain that angry people always yell that they are aware of being terrible, but are they really aware of that? Therefore, young, urban, casual-talking people tend to feel disgust and shocked if somebody at their age talks of gratitude. It feels like modern 'free-thinkers' screeching and running away from preachers yet believing in something which they are in fear to speak out (No offence, folks... pardon me). Everyone does honour, in actual fact, but are these the only gratitude qualities that we can do? What can we really achieve with gratitude? Are we bound to the halo of 'gratitude'? In other words, are we lost in the realisation of gratitude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Here is the lyrics about the insights of gratitude. Perhaps gratitude is not that hard after all. Well sung, well sung, well sung!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;written by Glen Ballard and Alanis Morissette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How 'bout getting off all these antibiotics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How 'bout stopping eating when I'm full up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How 'bout them transparent dangling carrots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;how 'bout that ever elusive kudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you terror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you disillusionment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you frailty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you consequence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you, thank you silence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How 'bout me not blaming you for everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How 'bout me enjoying the moment for once?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How 'bout how good it feels to finally forgive you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How 'bout grieving it all one at a time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you terror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you disillusionment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you frailty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you consequence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you, thank you silence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The moment I let go of it&lt;br /&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the moment I got more than I could handle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The moment I jumped off of it&lt;br /&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the moment I touched down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How 'bout no longer being masochistic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How 'bout remembering your divinity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How 'bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How 'bout not equating death with stopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you providence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you disillusionment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you nothingness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you clarity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you, thank you silence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2245/2318598114_23c92cceed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2245/2318598114_23c92cceed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;There are a lot of things we have not thank for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;There are a lot things we don't think of thanking them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;There are too much will be worthy to be thanked of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thank you dissatisfactions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thank you doubts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thank you gratitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thank you gladness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thank you happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thank you wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thank you bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thank you delusions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thank you insights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thank you tranquility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thank 'you'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-4329442966481384743?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/4329442966481384743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2009/06/gratitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/4329442966481384743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/4329442966481384743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2009/06/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2245/2318598114_23c92cceed_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-8915613893585493467</id><published>2009-05-30T00:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T03:16:02.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego Speaks'/><title type='text'>What is Space - from Sensual to Spiritual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://r3fresh.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/01633_layinginthegrass_1280x800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 300px;" src="http://r3fresh.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/01633_layinginthegrass_1280x800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"We have always defined our space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A wall here, a room there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A hallway, a road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;We have this way of dividing our space until it equals a direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;We even created a space for the dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Space is a difficult thing to grasp."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(extracted from the pick-ups from the movie "The Astronaut Farmer")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;How many words involving Space that we speak today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;How many words involving Space that we feel afloat or battered today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;How strong have the Space saved us from drowning into the Sea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;If Space is what we crave for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;are we really getting any for Happyness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;As light of mind illuminates,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Space that exist only in Consciousness is frustrated one by one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;which seizes the search for Space,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;but realises the blessing of Happyness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;This is the backspace into no further spacing in the white sheet of virtual paper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;and end the typing in this pixelised world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-8915613893585493467?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/8915613893585493467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-have-always-defined-our-space.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/8915613893585493467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/8915613893585493467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-have-always-defined-our-space.html' title='What is Space - from Sensual to Spiritual'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-7225124883768849527</id><published>2009-05-30T00:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:13:51.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego Speaks'/><title type='text'>das Es, das Ich, and das Über-Ich - the It, the I and the Over-I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.affirmationpower.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/ego2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 347px;" src="http://www.affirmationpower.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/ego2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The really ego less person is not humble at all. He is neither arrogant nor humble; he is simply himself.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Osho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ou9K1159Hs/R0NXqeUeqcI/AAAAAAAABQA/9HaiSvG4uqs/s400/04132004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ou9K1159Hs/R0NXqeUeqcI/AAAAAAAABQA/9HaiSvG4uqs/s400/04132004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;“A human being is part of a whole, called by us the 'Universe,' a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest—a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, what does Ego Speaks Today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th April 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whole day of relaxation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laziness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Refusal to strive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;29th April 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Procrastination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abnormal sleeping behavior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casual harsh words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;30th May 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fruitful day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Industrialised effort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motivation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Punctuality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Normal sleeping behaviour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Idle casual jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-7225124883768849527?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/7225124883768849527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-does-ego-speak-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/7225124883768849527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/7225124883768849527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-does-ego-speak-today.html' title='das Es, das Ich, and das Über-Ich - the It, the I and the Over-I'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ou9K1159Hs/R0NXqeUeqcI/AAAAAAAABQA/9HaiSvG4uqs/s72-c/04132004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-6662044143711596024</id><published>2008-06-11T04:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T00:32:18.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego Speaks'/><title type='text'>A Press Article which has Soul</title><content type='html'>A real story of a home alone boy... Here's the news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/4/14/nation/20944031&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;14th April 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/4/15/nation/20952046&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;15th April 2008 (Climax)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/4/16/nation/20962076&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;16th April 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/4/17/nation/20080417100336&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;17th April 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/4/18/nation/20974599&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;18th April 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/4/20/focus/21010606&amp;amp;sec=focus"&gt;20th April 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the recent news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/5/30/nation/21399811&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;30th May 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/archives/2008/4/15/nation/n_pg03yeap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199009947273076466" src="http://thestar.com.my/archives/2008/4/15/nation/n_pg03yeap.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0 10px 10px 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A desperate mom who had held on her wish to keep his son burst into tears and finally let go of his son to her maternal grandaunt. A mom's love could be unconditional like what we see, but if her mind mixed up with the ideas like 'he's mine', 'it's my responsibility to raise him up' or 'I need someone to stay with me in the future' in her mind, her son's welfare and even her own welfare might not be fulfilled. Uncertainty is everyone's fear, as everyone afraid of another misery happening around themselves or their loving people. Therefore, people are unknowingly holding on desire, in another words, avoiding the uncertainty. The effect of this would be misery. That's why people defend themselves and said: 'I don't hope it to happen too!' After tasting the bitter taste of holding on, I hope that she's really wiping away her tears, wishing her son and herself be healthy, happy and at ease, deep inside her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the home alone boy, he's learning to accept the world by letting go of 'self'. My past has much of complaints like how volatility of family affairs and freedom, which seems 'empty' even when they were gone. Perhaps the kid has been 'at peace' with those ideas already. I hope he keeps diligent to learn his life and be at ease with himself. He's my inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the story is quite similar to fairy tales which end with the same o' 'they live happily ever after', that's because we're not 'the prince' or 'the princess'! Time never cut the film of the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to judge people and let people comment 'mind your own business', but to mark this as a reflection. A reflection that reminds me of the misery caused by karma of desire without understanding what we are and the aim of life in timeless frame, ever-lasting happiness. The past is over, the future is unknown, now is what we need to be aware of... Hello, are you awaken already? ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-6662044143711596024?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/6662044143711596024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2008/06/press-article-which-have-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/6662044143711596024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/6662044143711596024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2008/06/press-article-which-have-soul.html' title='A Press Article which has Soul'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142828046835829779.post-7017328410336489421</id><published>2008-05-11T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:13:51.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego Speaks'/><title type='text'>Intro</title><content type='html'>William Arthur Ward, one of America's most quoted writers of inspirational maxims have said once: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The pessimist complains about the wind; The optimist expects it to change; The realist adjusts the sails."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm a ship,&lt;br /&gt;any ship that you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Neither blindfolded by myths nor prophecies,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a Flying Dutchman;&lt;br /&gt;Neither driven by wind, water, nor wave itself,&lt;br /&gt;they are nothing when they're isolated;&lt;br /&gt;Neither controlled by sail, anchor, nor the sailor itself,&lt;br /&gt;I'm always bouncing along the Surface.&lt;br /&gt;I never stop,&lt;br /&gt;until I reaches The Stilling Land.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I'm an ordinary ship&lt;br /&gt;which sails across the sea view.&lt;br /&gt;No difference after all.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the marks on the ships will be displayed one by one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for viewing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4jbtq38E3M/SCaYAGLvHvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pwym5V3h_CI/s1600-h/03July2006a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4jbtq38E3M/SCaYAGLvHvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pwym5V3h_CI/s320/03July2006a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199009947273076466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://itchymonkey.net/music/OneRepublicStopandStare.mp3" width="425" height="45" autoplay="true" controller="true" BGCOLOR= #000000&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Republic - Stop &amp; Stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This town is colder now, &lt;br /&gt;I think it's sick of us.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to make our move. &lt;br /&gt;I'm shakin' off the rust.&lt;br /&gt;I've got my heart set... &lt;br /&gt;on anywhere but here&lt;br /&gt;I'm starin' down myself, &lt;br /&gt;counting up the years.&lt;br /&gt;Steady hands, just take the wheel... &lt;br /&gt;Every glance is killin' me,&lt;br /&gt;Time to make one last appeal, oh... &lt;br /&gt;For the life I lead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare, &lt;br /&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere, &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared,&lt;br /&gt;But I've become what I can't be, oh...&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare,&lt;br /&gt;You start to wonder why you're 'here' not there,&lt;br /&gt;And you'd give anything to get what's fair,&lt;br /&gt;But fair ain't what you really need.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can u see what I see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They try to come back, &lt;br /&gt;all my senses push,&lt;br /&gt;Untie the weight bags I never thought I could... &lt;br /&gt;Steady feet, don't fail me now,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna run till you can't walk.&lt;br /&gt;Something pulls my focus out,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm standing down... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare, &lt;br /&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere, &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared,&lt;br /&gt;But I've become what I can't be, oh...&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare,&lt;br /&gt;You start to wonder why you're 'here' not there,&lt;br /&gt;And you'd give anything to get what's fair,&lt;br /&gt;But fair ain't what you really need.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you don't need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... &lt;br /&gt;What you need, what you need, what you need... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare &lt;br /&gt;I think I'm movin' but I go nowhere &lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know that everyone gets scared &lt;br /&gt;I've become what I can't be...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, do you see what I see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142828046835829779-7017328410336489421?l=johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/feeds/7017328410336489421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2008/05/intro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/7017328410336489421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142828046835829779/posts/default/7017328410336489421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johndoeinsamsara.blogspot.com/2008/05/intro.html' title='Intro'/><author><name>John Doe in Samsara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767981349681131754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4jbtq38E3M/SCaYAGLvHvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pwym5V3h_CI/s72-c/03July2006a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
