<?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-12438674</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:30:29.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thotts and rants of eiji</title><subtitle type='html'>the life of a slacker that skives thru life and yet gets lucky with just about everything</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thottsofeiji.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12438674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thottsofeiji.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921832298406849652</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12438674.post-1988773741019724994</id><published>2008-11-11T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:44:43.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Stages of Grief</title><content type='html'>The famed 5 stages of grief which each of us may experience during loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denial&lt;/span&gt; - defense mechanism which triggers thoughts, feelings that rejects the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anger&lt;/span&gt; - emotional state which ranges from minor irritation to intense rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bargaining&lt;/span&gt; - negotiation with the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depression&lt;/span&gt; - emotional state of extreme sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acceptance&lt;/span&gt; - coming to terms with the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us can experience one or more or all of the above stages of grief during a loss, and at varied duration for each stage. Some experience denial for a long time before finally coming to terms in trying to accept the truth but begins to bargain. Others just experience anger straight on and falls into deep depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no escape from grief, we are bound to experience some form of it, its a suffering that I feel makes us better and stronger when we finally come to terms with acceptance and also enlightenment. To be able to see the silver lining on a dark cloud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12438674-1988773741019724994?l=thottsofeiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thottsofeiji.blogspot.com/feeds/1988773741019724994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12438674&amp;postID=1988773741019724994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12438674/posts/default/1988773741019724994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12438674/posts/default/1988773741019724994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thottsofeiji.blogspot.com/2008/11/5-stages-of-grief.html' title='5 Stages of Grief'/><author><name>eiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921832298406849652</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-12438674.post-115108996903037713</id><published>2006-06-24T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T03:12:49.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despair and disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From 100 Love Sonnets &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     by Pablo   Neruda   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: Where “I” does not exist, nor “You”, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Is love more than just feelings? Do actions really amount to the great deal of love that is suppose to be. If so then what is the limit to expressing one's love, would it mean like what Jesus Christ did for man by sacrificing and dying on the cross the redeem the sins of man and bringing salvation to everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't use much of big actions to prove, maybe I just don't love her enough. I know how I feel about wanting to spend my life with her, but maybe, just maybe the sense of familiarity and years that have transcended has made me lazy and not show or express the feelings I have for her. I am disappointed in her and in myself today... I think the actions we showed today was just plain sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How Do I Love Thee?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Elizabeth   Barrett Browning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   I love thee to the depth and   breadth and height &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   For the   ends of Being and ideal Grace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   I love thee to the level of every day's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   I love thee freely, as men   strive for Right; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   I love   with a passion put to use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   I love thee with a love I seemed to lose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   With my lost saints, I love   thee with the breath, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   I shall but love thee better after death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12438674-115108996903037713?l=thottsofeiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thottsofeiji.blogspot.com/feeds/115108996903037713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12438674&amp;postID=115108996903037713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12438674/posts/default/115108996903037713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12438674/posts/default/115108996903037713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thottsofeiji.blogspot.com/2006/06/despair-and-disappointment.html' title='Despair and disappointment'/><author><name>eiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921832298406849652</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-12438674.post-111815394548299458</id><published>2005-06-07T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T22:19:05.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your deepest fear?</title><content type='html'>I recently watch Coach Carter, coach Carter asks Cruz, What is your deepest fear. Cruz doesn't have an answer for this until much later in the movie when he stands up among his peers and recites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.                 Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is                 our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.' We ask                 ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?                 Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your                 playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened                 about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around                 you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born                 to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not                 just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light                 shine, we subconsciously give other people permission to do the                 same. As we're liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically                 liberates others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is quoted from Marianne Williamson's book Marianne's Journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly its one of the best quotes i have ever heard, I will remember this for many days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, i know i have neglected this blog, but i just dun feel inspired to write lately, maybe i will pick up and start writing. I am sorry i don't write this for anyone but myself, its my place to leave my thotts, my feelings and my opinions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12438674-111815394548299458?l=thottsofeiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thottsofeiji.blogspot.com/feeds/111815394548299458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12438674&amp;postID=111815394548299458' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12438674/posts/default/111815394548299458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12438674/posts/default/111815394548299458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thottsofeiji.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-is-your-deepest-fear.html' title='What is your deepest fear?'/><author><name>eiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921832298406849652</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12438674.post-111452081427284018</id><published>2005-04-26T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T21:06:54.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a small post to aid you...yes you!</title><content type='html'>if you're an avid blog reader like me, you probably read 10s if not 100s of blogs a day, and if you don't use a RSS aggreator yet, check out Preetam Rai's &lt;a href="http://preetamrai.com/weblog/archives/2005/04/25/bloglines-how-to-keep-track-of-hundreds-of-blogs-and-some-news-and-some-podcasts-and-some-flickrs-photos-etc-etc/"&gt;tutorial &lt;/a&gt; on how to use &lt;a href="http://www.bloglines.com/"&gt;Bloglines&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12438674-111452081427284018?l=thottsofeiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thottsofeiji.blogspot.com/feeds/111452081427284018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12438674&amp;postID=111452081427284018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12438674/posts/default/111452081427284018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12438674/posts/default/111452081427284018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thottsofeiji.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-small-post-to-aid-youyes-you.html' title='just a small post to aid you...yes you!'/><author><name>eiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921832298406849652</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-12438674.post-111448042684668877</id><published>2005-04-26T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T16:11:47.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And then there was...</title><content type='html'>I did it, i finally &lt;s&gt;submitted&lt;/s&gt; succumbed to the temptations of writing out my thoughts and publishing my feelings to the world. Never really wanted to start a blog 'cause i always felt that i have nothing much to say and personally never felt that i could be a good writer. my thoughts are always so messed up it never gets organised in a way i could pen it down.i could be thinking of one thing right at this moment but i would put it on hold cause i am doing something else and then it goes and zooms to another train of thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least i got my ass off and started a blog, guess i will have to seriously think about writing some condusive content and making the most of what i started a meaningful part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit:fixed a grammer mistake as pointed out by my dearie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12438674-111448042684668877?l=thottsofeiji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thottsofeiji.blogspot.com/feeds/111448042684668877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12438674&amp;postID=111448042684668877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12438674/posts/default/111448042684668877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12438674/posts/default/111448042684668877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thottsofeiji.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-then-there-was.html' title='And then there was...'/><author><name>eiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09921832298406849652</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></feed>
