<?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-4867262840585815918</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:31:26.792-07:00</updated><category term='The friend I never met'/><category term='REALITY'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Married life'/><category term='Simplify and Live the Good Life'/><category term='Reflections'/><category term='lonelyplanet'/><title type='text'>Solitude</title><subtitle type='html'>In the company of my solitude</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15835781450226819191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SOCCeO-h6qI/AAAAAAAAACM/LtOa_j1dMz4/S220/sharonhusay.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867262840585815918.post-7116515900466823809</id><published>2010-03-13T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T07:20:04.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Survivor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cooltext.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Im a Survivor" height="119" src="http://images.cooltext.com/1420989.gif" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a survivor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back down memory lane, I am overwhelmed with the many obstacles that came my way but I survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe it to God, to my family, friends and anonymous people who somehow became instruments for me to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a story..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time my shout out over at FB was "define STRESS",..my Mommy Maloy commented that after everything I've been through, I shouldn't be stressed anymore, in other words stress should not be in my vocabulary. My Mom Maloy was one of the few who stood by me when the world was against me. I remember when I had surgery way back January 3, 2005, she was one of those worried sick about me because at that time, I didn't have family to take care of me. Although my Father insisted that he'd fly to Manila in order to take care of me but I refused because it was too expensive and I didn't want to bother him. I'm a big girl now, I thought and I can take care of myself but deep inside of course I wanted my Papa by my side. I stayed at the hospital for 7 days. My friends Haidee and her sister Melinda would take turns to be with me at the hospital. My cousin Agnes who miraculously discovered me there would drop by whenever she was not busy since she was finishing her medical residency. Occasionally, some office mates would visit and brought me some goodies and there was Ye my good friend then, now my husband who despite being criticized for taking care of me at the hospital, went out of his way to help. There is so much goodness in him no wonder I’m his wife now. After the surgery, I had what they call a spinal headache. I couldn’t elevate my head because it would cause me a very painful headache, and so I just had to lie down most of the time until I get better with the help of medication. A nurse aid would visit me every morning to bathe me, and a mysterious nun came praying for me while I was asleep although no one confirmed there was a nun who visited me in my room. Spooky isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;This experience taught me a lot about relying in myself and getting help when badly needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, but I also need help sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must admit that we cannot endure everything on our own and it’s ok to ask for help when we need it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the overwhelming chain of events that's been happening in my life, I must say that God really loves me. He keeps me strong and He always provides a way out from all my problems through the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I continuously survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image by Cool Text: Logo and Button Generator - Create Your Own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4867262840585815918-7116515900466823809?l=sharonalmazan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/feeds/7116515900466823809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4867262840585815918&amp;postID=7116515900466823809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/7116515900466823809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/7116515900466823809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/2010/03/survivor.html' title='Survivor'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15835781450226819191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SOCCeO-h6qI/AAAAAAAAACM/LtOa_j1dMz4/S220/sharonhusay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867262840585815918.post-8349661940702938438</id><published>2010-03-12T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T03:13:07.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Married life'/><title type='text'>The thing about marriage.,</title><content type='html'>I am not so sure if I have the right to talk about marriage simply because even if I've been married for almost 5 years now I still consider myself a neophyte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the heck, I'm itching to talk about it since I learned that my good friend is planning to tie the knot soon. I am happy for my friend, but I was suggesting to her to give it a year more or two to REALLY prepare for married life. Why?..Well, because one thing I've learned from being married is that things would have been easier had we really prepared for it, mentally, emotionally, physically, spiritually and most importantly is financially. I am not saying that I have a broken relationship, or that I'm regretting the fact that I am married. But I'm sure my husband will agree that it would have been a little less skirmish had we planned sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just a simple relationship, it’s actually more of a "business relationship" with really good benefits once you succeed and like any business you have to conduct a study to identify if it will work and eventually generate revenues. It's plain stupid to invest on something that you know will never work in the long run. Yes, it's worth a try but like what they say in marriage there's NO RETURN, NO EXCHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that if you don't prepare well for married life it's not going to work and not everyone will share the same predicament as mine however we hold the key to our future and if we want things to be better for the marriage and our children, preparing, planning and coming up with a blue print of which wouldn't hurt. Right? At least there is a master plan and somehow it will provide a framework or direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned from my experience and from my other friends experiences too that LOVE is very important in marriage. Do you know what love is? To what extent can you LOVE someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Bible "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a very beautiful way to describe love, isn't it? When two people get married, technically, they are so deeply in love with each other. Then eventually they have kids and more responsibilities and as married couples hurdle through their everyday life, they discover how difficult it is to stay in love. And as years go by, most often than not married couples end up asking themselves what is love in the first place or if it even still exists in the relationship because somehow the level is different. And the way you show your love for your partner is quite different too. Sometimes, couples who have been married for a long time assume that they don't need to be romantic anymore, confident&amp;nbsp;that their partners already know they love them so they don’t really need to do anymore extra effort unlike when they were just engaged. I do not know if it's because couples assume different roles from being husband and wife, to being dad and mom, that they forget they also are lovers, best of friends, partners and comrades. Or those are also just simply other roles they portray?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything that I have said about marriage, planning and love, I’m sure a lot of you will disagree with me. I’m sure your situation and analysis will somehow be different than mine, and of course it will be because we react to things differently and we are entitled to our own opinion which is completely fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I’m sure everyone will agree that the recipe for a good marriage is putting God at the center of it. Planned or unplanned, if God is not present in the relationship, in the family, in the home, the marriage will be rotten eventually leading to a broken family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believe that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/S5oheQR1r-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pcslOXJyUeY/s1600-h/US.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/S5oheQR1r-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pcslOXJyUeY/s200/US.jpg" vt="true" width="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ironic but sometimes despite my faith in the Lord, I feel like the more I am tested. During instances like this we ran to our Lord’s house, at the Parish of the Holy Sacrifice, UP Diliman Quezon City. Honestly, in that place, even if my husband and I just sit around, we have peace of mind. We don’t feel the pain and the resentment we sometimes have for each other because in that holy place, God makes His presence felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I do not have a blueprint for my marriage. No plans, no studies made. Just plain LOVE and the vow to love someone unconditionally and most importantly there’s the Lord at the center, who keeps us together through the good and bad times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Oh and yes, we continue to endure..,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4867262840585815918-8349661940702938438?l=sharonalmazan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/feeds/8349661940702938438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4867262840585815918&amp;postID=8349661940702938438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/8349661940702938438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/8349661940702938438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/2010/03/thing-about-marriage.html' title='The thing about marriage.,'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15835781450226819191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SOCCeO-h6qI/AAAAAAAAACM/LtOa_j1dMz4/S220/sharonhusay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/S5oheQR1r-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pcslOXJyUeY/s72-c/US.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867262840585815918.post-2658305330564428938</id><published>2010-03-08T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T08:20:06.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Witnessing a miracle everyday</title><content type='html'>I am hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't do anything about it. As much as I want to feel sad and complain about me being pennyless, I'd rather hold back and just keep on going. I can't give up. Not today, not ever. It's for my kids, and I know somewhere, some time I will make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never imagined myself being in this situation. And it's heart piercing that despite all my efforts I am still in darkness. I want to cry for help but I'd rather not. I know people who are&amp;nbsp;in a much worse&amp;nbsp;situation than I do.I do not have the right to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course it sometimes reaches to point that I ask God why ME. I lost my job before, I lost friends and the most painful is lossing my baby and getting into a rocky situation with my husband. I couldn't understand why I was going through such horrible pain and despite clinging to the little hope and faith remaining within me and praying so hard for the Lord to spare me, I was still so unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard holding back. It's hard not to cry or complain. Even if I say to myself to offer everything to the Lord, I still break down. I am not using my being human as an excuse, and yes I am making efforts to deal with my crises, I guess I need to have a little more faith and to my dismay God is not disappointing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago I was with my colleagues for a breakfast meeting. At that time, I wanted to end my marriage because I felt like it was the only solution.&amp;nbsp; Then casually my friend shared how intense her fight was against cancer. She was diagnosed with stage 3 cancer in the lymphnoids area, she lost her hair, was just in high school then, but she did not give up because she said she had a lot of reasons to live and she had faith that God will grant her that. At her age,I admire her so much for having the courage and wisdom to accept things as they are and for embracing life without complains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my husband. We've been through a lot and I do not see any reason why we can't make it this time. Not for our children's sake but for our sake and the vow we had for each other that in sickness in health, for richer or poorer,till death do as part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours ago, I was hungry. And I felt so down I was almost in the break of tears. Then, to my suprise someone brought me 3 bars of chocolates to get me by and I guess its God's way of telling me "I love you". Do not be so worried about how you can fullfill your&amp;nbsp;tummy as I will provide you for that. I just need you to have a&amp;nbsp;little more patience and and faith in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has made his presence felt in the lowest, bitter, angry stage of my life. And He continuesly makes his presence felt especially in the most joyful occassions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I witness a lot of miracles from Him everyday. The moment I wake up in the morning, at the office and when I return home at night. He makes his presence felt in so many ways, with the people around me, using them as instruments to help me make it through everyday and even with the situations I get myself in, He always provides me a way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just need to open our hearts and minds to witness these little miracles that God creates for us and by counting our blessings everyday we are reminded that He is always there to provide, protect and guide us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4867262840585815918-2658305330564428938?l=sharonalmazan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/feeds/2658305330564428938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4867262840585815918&amp;postID=2658305330564428938&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/2658305330564428938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/2658305330564428938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/2010/03/witnessing-miracle-everyday.html' title='Witnessing a miracle everyday'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15835781450226819191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SOCCeO-h6qI/AAAAAAAAACM/LtOa_j1dMz4/S220/sharonhusay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867262840585815918.post-1881163135701862158</id><published>2010-03-05T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T08:20:27.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>The Original Recruiters</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, I met up with my former colleagues from ePLDT, a meeting long awaited after each one of us left the recruitment team of Ventus, formerly Vocativ. Maloy (Ma. Luisa Panlilio-Chua) our consultant, Grace Grampa, Ryan Manzanero and I, worked together for several years. To me they are more than officemates, they are my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lunch-date was set up when I accidentally bumped into Maloy at Park square 1 in Glorietta. I was on my way home from my medical checkup and she, on the other hand was on her way to Island photo to have her pictures developed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very big surprise for me to see my "Mommy Maloy" because I thought she was in the US for a much needed vacation. Like me, she was mourning the death of her sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I arrived late for our luncheon date. My good friends used to complain about me arriving late most of the time for work before, but of course they were very understanding since I was residing in Cainta back then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at AVENETO PIZZERIA, an Italian restaurant at Glorietta Mall. We've been planning to eat here since god knows when, and finally after 4 years we convened at the resto we've been wanting to dine a long time ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was equally nervous and excited to see my good friends after all this time. We have different lives now but nothing will ever change the good and bad times we had together. Seeing them that sunny afternoon was no different than how it was years back.It seems that nothing has changed. Ryan is still handsome as ever. Gracey, still prim and proper. Maloy, still candid and humorous and prides herself of her senior citizens card which we benefited a 20% discount from our bill. [Thanks for the treat Maloy].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the resto for almost 5 hours; obviously we had a lot of catching up to do. From reminiscing the times we had at the PLDT MGO building, to the daily hassles we encountered with our job, including the robbery that happened with one of our applicants as the culprit, and of course when after several years of being together, one by one, we left for better reasons. I was the first to go, then Grace, Maloy finally retired and Ryan moving to another role. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the distance, time, and the many other things that had happened in our lives, we were still connected by a bond that I guess will forever draw us near to each other, and that bond is what we call friendship. We will think, support, pray for each other without having to prove or say that we are friends come what may.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4867262840585815918-1881163135701862158?l=sharonalmazan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/feeds/1881163135701862158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4867262840585815918&amp;postID=1881163135701862158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/1881163135701862158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/1881163135701862158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/2010/03/original-recruiters.html' title='The Original Recruiters'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15835781450226819191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SOCCeO-h6qI/AAAAAAAAACM/LtOa_j1dMz4/S220/sharonhusay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867262840585815918.post-268850891635976587</id><published>2010-01-25T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T07:50:30.223-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Prayer of Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/S15oCH-17BI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8P1R33xwwow/s1600-h/Picture(117).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/S15oCH-17BI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8P1R33xwwow/s200/Picture(117).jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last year was a very difficult year for me. I lost a lot of things that meant so dear to me. I lost friends, I lost money, my job, opportunities, trust, love, and even myself. Infact before the end of 2009,&amp;nbsp;I nearly lost my sanity especially when my son, Joaquin Louise, died 14 days after he was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot describe the pain I had to endure just to get by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a melting candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I lost to the world last year, I also gained my life back because if this very special prayer that I want to share with all of you. May the Prayer of Sacrifice empower you with strength, wisdom and humility to understand the course of time. May it uplift your spirit, the very same way it did to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, think of the Lord Jesus. Focus on his face. Offer to him everything that you hold deep in your heart ans say, the Prayer of Sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/S15omlvZ4iI/AAAAAAAAAII/82T_yclwXwI/s1600-h/1stdayJoaquin2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/S15omlvZ4iI/AAAAAAAAAII/82T_yclwXwI/s320/1stdayJoaquin2.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lord of the Holy Sacrifice, your saving oblation on the cross has given me new life. May I always recall your holy sacrifice on the cross and do it in remembrance of you. When tempted by selfishness, inspire me to be taken as an unworthy sacrifice. When burdened by envy, let me become an instrument of blessing for others. When afflicted by anger and pride, grant me the humility to be broken and given for others. When unsettled by anguish and troubled by worries, give me encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your Spirit move my heart to see in your outstretched arms your loving embrace of everyone that I, too, may welcome others with the same love in an open hand. Teach my mind and direct my will to humbly endure the pain of undeserved suffering even when my intent was good and done what is right. May I understand that it is in the holy sacrifice of your wounds that my brokenness is healed. May I see in your sacrifice on the cross not only death and defeat but victory and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving Father, may the holy sacrifice of your Son cleanse my soul, strengthen my heart, pardon my past and restore me in your peace. May I always adore you by uniting myself in His holy sacrifice, the sacrament of your divine love. May I learn to sacrifice my own comfort, plans and dreams if it is not for your glory and the good of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/S15pFR-sD3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/MtZ8-45TDRc/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/S15pFR-sD3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/MtZ8-45TDRc/s200/1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With Mary, the mother of Jesus, who joined her heart with the sacrifice of her Son, may I become a holy sacrifice of love and service for others. Gathered around the altar of love, may all be united in listening to your word and sharing the one bread and cup and become one people, offering one holy sacrifice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4867262840585815918-268850891635976587?l=sharonalmazan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/feeds/268850891635976587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4867262840585815918&amp;postID=268850891635976587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/268850891635976587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/268850891635976587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/2010/01/prayer-of-sacrifice.html' title='Prayer of Sacrifice'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15835781450226819191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SOCCeO-h6qI/AAAAAAAAACM/LtOa_j1dMz4/S220/sharonhusay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/S15oCH-17BI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8P1R33xwwow/s72-c/Picture(117).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867262840585815918.post-6080032127413309749</id><published>2010-01-25T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:06:11.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miraculous Abundance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/S15N6HV956I/AAAAAAAAAH4/9dXxqv59ZB4/s1600-h/bread.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/S15N6HV956I/AAAAAAAAAH4/9dXxqv59ZB4/s320/bread.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Ma. Teresa Torres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The multiplication of loaves was mentioned in all four gospels of the bible. However, there is inconsistency in the number of bread and fish multiplied mentioned by the evangelists. In Matthew’s account, there are seven loaves of bread and two fish whereas in the accounts of John, Mark, and Luke, there are five loaves of bread and two fish. The inconsistency is also found in the number of baskets of leftovers. In the former there are seven baskets, in the latter, there are twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not mathematically make sense. How can seven loaves of bread and two fish, or five loaves and two fish, feed four thousand or five thousand mouths?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is because they shared. The people only ate what they needed. Perhaps many of them gave their share to the others who needed it more. Or, many of them actually brought their own food and shared it with their neighbors. It is possible that because of these unwritten events, the five loaves of bread and the two fish was more than enough to feed the five thousand followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the moral of the story? That in each and every one of us, there is an abundance of gifts that God gave to us to share. Just as the sharing between the people who followed Jesus multiplied the loaves of bread and the few pieces of fish, sharing our blessing in effect multiplies it so that many will be able to receive and experience it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4867262840585815918-6080032127413309749?l=sharonalmazan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/feeds/6080032127413309749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4867262840585815918&amp;postID=6080032127413309749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/6080032127413309749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/6080032127413309749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/2010/01/miraculous-abundance.html' title='Miraculous Abundance'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15835781450226819191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SOCCeO-h6qI/AAAAAAAAACM/LtOa_j1dMz4/S220/sharonhusay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/S15N6HV956I/AAAAAAAAAH4/9dXxqv59ZB4/s72-c/bread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867262840585815918.post-6663251311136998748</id><published>2009-03-06T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T09:00:30.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAMA MIA MADE ME CRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SbSPZ6YeUpI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fFQdgheiPS4/s1600-h/200px-MammaMiaTeaserPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311027535908065938" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SbSPZ6YeUpI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fFQdgheiPS4/s400/200px-MammaMiaTeaserPoster.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 297px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was blistering hot that Wednesday afternoon and its been a week since the laundry was ready for ironing and all I could do was stare at the pile of clothes slowly accumulating at one corner of my bedroom. My goodness it was definitely becoming an eyesore not to mention my husbands’ whining over his missing boxers or his favorite shirt and pants that he haven’t seen for over a week now since he last wore it. Well, its all in there at that corner of my bedroom and I couldn't run away from it no more. I had to do something and while contemplating over the matter and trying to find an excuse not to do the ironing that afternoon because it was really very hot, I decided to turn on the radio to help me get in the mood only to find myself watching the movie MAMA MIA. Quickly I settled in front of the TV with an ironing board and a basket full of clothes desperately wanting to be ironed, folded and put away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story started with a very memorable song being played in the background and from what I can remember, my older sister Patricia used to sing that song when I was still a kid. ("&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Have_a_Dream_(song)" title="I Have a Dream (song)"&gt;I Have a Dream&lt;/a&gt;").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream, a song to sing To help me cope with anything. If you see the wonder of a fairy tale. You can take the future even if you fail. I believe in angels, Something good in everything I see believe in angels, When I know the time is right for me, Ill cross the stream - I have a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly I find myself standing in front of a mirror in our old house in Tacloban looking very much like someone from the future. I was back home and it felt so real I can even taste the salty air. The weather was cool and windy and I can see the coconut leaves swaying from a distance. I was home and from the looks of it nothing has changed. The floor was shinny and somebody must have polished it before I arrived. My mother hated it if the floor isn’t polished before she comes home from work at 3 pm. The wall was still pink the way my older brother John wanted it and no he isn’t gay, he just wanted the wall pink that’s all. The furniture was arranged properly and it had that same old squeaking sound once you sit on it because it was made of bamboo. I was home and I couldn't’t believe it and for a moment I was convinced that it was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, what are you watching? mommy cartoons..mommy toys…it was my daughter Ysabel talking to me and as I was staring at her blankly I realized that she looked very much like me when I was a little girl and she pretty much acted like me too. I just hope she doesn’t make the same mistakes as I did when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continue to watch the movie, my daughter quickly settled on the bed and watched the movie with me after all just like mommy, Ysabel loves to watch musicals too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the part when Donna Sheridan (Meryl Streep) is ecstatic to reunite with old friends and former Donna and The Dynamos bandmates, wisecracking author Rosie (Julie Walters) and wealthy multiple divorcee Tanya (Christine Baranski), and reveals her mystification at her daughter's desire to get married. The very moment the girls reunited at that small port of Kalokairi and the cheering, laughter and dancing at the sight of true friends you haven't seen for such a long time pierced my heart so badly for I also miss my friends from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really different when you know a person your entire life because even if you haven't seen each other for the longest time and when you do you instantly have that connection no matter what happened to both of you since then. I have a friend whom I haven’t seen in years. She is a dear friend and I owe her a lot. One day I just received a call from her that she was in town and she wanted to see me with old pals and I couldn't’t believe how much she has changed and how matured and sophisticated she has become and yet we are still friends and she still accepts and understands me for who I am and I'm very grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna (Meryl Streep) dumbfounded to find herself face to face with the three former lovers she could never forget ("Mamma Mia"), and is adamant that they cannot stay. She confides in Tanya and Rosie ("Chiquitita") a secret she has kept from everyone — she is uncertain which of the three men is actually Sophie's father. Tanya and Rosie rally her spirits to the tune of ("Dancing Queen").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did the songs mama mia, chiquitita and dancing queen remind me of people, places and wonderful memories of friends, family and childhood but at this point the movie really made me cry and I could hear myself sobbing while trying to iron my husbands pants. Oh my, I'm sure I looked really stupid that very moment. What a funny sight! hahahaha…and my daughter who was watching the movie with me was beginning to worry about me crying. I guess that’s what happens when you are starting to get older you are becoming more and more sensitive and sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanya and Rosie reminds me of the yasuys. I wonder if we will have the same exciting reunion if ever we will see each other again… I hope we will…I'm sure we will…singing and dancing just like in the movie. But of course life isn’t like that. Who am I kidding…friendship is not all about happy memories there are sad memories too but of course if you were true friends then you just accept the person whoever she is and whatever she has done in the past. Which makes me wonder…before if I needed to speak my mind or vent out my feelings, I talk to a friend but now I just write my thoughts in my blog. WHERE EVER did my friends go? Its sad but its reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Donna confesses to Sophie that her father is present but he could be any of the three candidates, whom Sophie now admits to having invited. The three men concur that they would be quite happy to be one-third of a father for such a girl as Sophie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I cannot relate to Donna for having a very colorful love life to the point of not knowing who the father of her daughter is, but I would like to salute her for being every inch a woman. In the story Donna fell in love and had a broken heart after another. She practically raised her daughter all by herself and she never gave up and was always head strong and supportive of her daughter Sophie. What a fantastic woman she is and the movie was a happy ending for her...Would it be for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's another story, but as for now...I have to just take it easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAMA MIA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;darn..still not finished ironing until this very moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4867262840585815918-6663251311136998748?l=sharonalmazan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/feeds/6663251311136998748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4867262840585815918&amp;postID=6663251311136998748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/6663251311136998748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/6663251311136998748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/2009/03/mama-mia-made-me-cry.html' title='MAMA MIA MADE ME CRY'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15835781450226819191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SOCCeO-h6qI/AAAAAAAAACM/LtOa_j1dMz4/S220/sharonhusay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SbSPZ6YeUpI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fFQdgheiPS4/s72-c/200px-MammaMiaTeaserPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867262840585815918.post-752071748818576933</id><published>2008-11-10T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T08:38:29.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY FRIENDSHIP ENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SRhIg28p5pI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yhbDlHDE89s/s1600/juvy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267039493552727698" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SRhIg28p5pI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yhbDlHDE89s/s320/juvy.jpg" style="height: 162px; width: 146px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoidance begins. The friendship slowly loses importance and finally disappears.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I realize that, "The end of our friendship was a gradual thing. I moved from one side of the country to the other. It was over an 18-hour's drive to see each other. For a year or so, we would see each other if they visit the metropolis. Then our friendship began to taper off."&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't even know the friendship was over untiI caught myself thinking of Dinah as a former friend. In the past tense rather than the present."&lt;br /&gt;"We started to e-mail each other less and less. The friendship was just over."&lt;br /&gt;Other friendships break up suddenly from a disagreement or move to another town.&lt;br /&gt;"When I moved to Manila after college, our friendship abruptly died. We were both struggling with our own lives and didn't keep in touch. Now that friendship is so dead, I don't even call her when I go home."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SRhLROG8GkI/AAAAAAAAAFs/MLEi1S7M2Rs/s1600-h/love+sha.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="197" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267042523426855490" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SRhLROG8GkI/AAAAAAAAAFs/MLEi1S7M2Rs/s200/love+sha.jpg" style="display: block; height: 197px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 176px;" width="176" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carole King's song, "You've Got A Friend" promises "Winter, spring, summer, or fall--all you've got to do is call--and I'll be there." Many people expect that their friends will always be there. They expect friendship to last forever.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, friendships end and friends part company everyday. Unfortunately, even the best maintained friendships can end.&lt;br /&gt;Many end because of a change in personality or lifestyle when friends just drift apart and fade away with time. There is a retreat from self-disclosure and seeking out each others company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SRhIcHWIwfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZLJzxEmV5go/s1600-h/dinahjo.jpg" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="152" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267039412055228914" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SRhIcHWIwfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZLJzxEmV5go/s200/dinahjo.jpg" style="height: 152px; width: 132px;" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"That was the last straw for our friendship. I never spoke to her again. It's like we were never friends."&lt;/div&gt;A friendship or any other relationship fails because of three things:&lt;br /&gt;Unexpressed expectations, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SRhITDnYzUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zuCjYOgNmCI/s1600-h/diannean.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267039256435019074" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SRhITDnYzUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zuCjYOgNmCI/s320/diannean.jpg" style="height: 127px; width: 119px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undelivered communication,&lt;br /&gt;And/or thwarted attention."&lt;br /&gt;Yet the biggest threat to a friendship is change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, moving from single life to coupled life has a great effect on friendship. Coupled persons often feel their single friends act interested in them only when a romantic prospect is not in sight. They may feel jealousy for or neglected by a single friend's new social life. The single friend may feel awkward and withdraw from a world of twosomes. Divorced and widowed people often have a feeling of being abandoned by old friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SRhIPN2BbQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DeEfWlR8sqM/s1600-h/ma.susan.jpg" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="166" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267039190461279490" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SRhIPN2BbQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DeEfWlR8sqM/s200/ma.susan.jpg" style="height: 166px; width: 153px;" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillian Rubin in her book Just Friends says, "Thus generally it's true that friends accept each other so long as they both remain essentially the same as they were when they met, or change in similar directions. If they change or grow in different or incompatible ways, the friendship most likely will be lost." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Regardless of why, when, or how friendships end, there is always some pain of loss to assimilate. When nothing can be done to mend the friendship, it is important to grieve and feel the pain fully. Then move on to enhance another friendship or build entirely new friendships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4867262840585815918-752071748818576933?l=sharonalmazan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/feeds/752071748818576933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4867262840585815918&amp;postID=752071748818576933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/752071748818576933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/752071748818576933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-friendship-ends.html' title='WHY FRIENDSHIP ENDS'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15835781450226819191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SOCCeO-h6qI/AAAAAAAAACM/LtOa_j1dMz4/S220/sharonhusay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SRhIg28p5pI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yhbDlHDE89s/s72-c/juvy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867262840585815918.post-3387683895619325617</id><published>2008-11-09T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:07:31.516-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REALITY'/><title type='text'>WHAT IS FRIENDSHIP?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SRp_InnAcaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3XIoDQHUYhI/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267662500211487138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SRp_InnAcaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3XIoDQHUYhI/s320/spaceball.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say, &lt;strong&gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;/strong&gt; is an in-depth relationship combining trust, support, communication, loyalty, understanding, empathy, and intimacy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are certainly aspects of life that all of us crave.&lt;br /&gt;Being able to trust and relax with your friend is a big part of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you were young and had week-end pajama party at your friends' home. It was fun but when you got home, home was wonderful. Your feeling was "I'm home. I can relax now."&lt;br /&gt;That's what a friendship should be. You go out into the world and do your best. You have your ups and downs, your problems and triumphs, your fun and tribulations. You charm and you perform. Then you come "home" to a friend. You can relax, put up your feet; you are relieved. If you still have to be charming and/or performing, it's not a relief.&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is a comfy situation like home. You get home, kick off your shoes, relax and sigh, "Ahh, home." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entering into a friendship opens the door for hurt and harm; a harmful friend or a toxic friendship can be one of life's hardest relationship tribulations to forgive and forget. Toxic friends often come back to haunt you for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;There are nine main types of toxic friends--those people whose friendship hurts you eventually. Knowing the categories of toxic friends helps you avoid them. Unfortunately, though, becoming friends is risky and there is never a guarantee you will not be hurt by a toxic friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The User as a Toxic Friend:&lt;/strong&gt;This person only has friends as long as he/she can use them for some purpose or goal of his/her own. This person could be the most harmful of toxic friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Betrayer as a Toxic Friend:&lt;/strong&gt;Nothing hurts more than a friend who betrays you. The betrayer is truly a toxic friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Control Freak as a Toxic Friend:&lt;/strong&gt;The control freak is a friend as long as she/he is in control. The control freak often seems to be helping you. Refuse that help or break that control and find out what toxic friendship really means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Judge as a Toxic Friend:&lt;/strong&gt;Ever judgmental, ever critical, this friend can erode your self-esteem. The judge is a fault finder. You can rarely do anything completely right with this toxic friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Promise Breaker as a Toxic Friend:&lt;/strong&gt;This person rarely does what he says he will do. If you have a date, your toxic friend is often a no-show. A general lack of dependability makes this person a toxic friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gossip as a Toxic Friend:&lt;/strong&gt;The gossip will eventually betray your trust and become a toxic friend. Gossips are easy to spot so beware your friendships with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Self-Centered Person as a Toxic Friend:&lt;/strong&gt;Self-centered people can't think of you as they are too busy thinking of themselves. They make toxic friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Competitor as a Toxic Friend:&lt;/strong&gt;The competitor is always looking to be "one up." Although some competitiveness is normal in friendships, too much competition makes a toxic friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, no can always avoid a toxic friend. But often to be forewarned is to be forearmed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Leaner as a Toxic Friend:&lt;/strong&gt;The leaner is a very needy friend who clings and may be at your doorstep every day. He/she usually wants all of your time and jealousy often enters the picture in this friendship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So dont get intoxicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choose your friends...like I Did.&lt;/div&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/4867262840585815918-3387683895619325617?l=sharonalmazan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/feeds/3387683895619325617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4867262840585815918&amp;postID=3387683895619325617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/3387683895619325617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/3387683895619325617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-friendship.html' title='WHAT IS FRIENDSHIP?'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15835781450226819191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SOCCeO-h6qI/AAAAAAAAACM/LtOa_j1dMz4/S220/sharonhusay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SRp_InnAcaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3XIoDQHUYhI/s72-c/spaceball.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867262840585815918.post-5499119043584851134</id><published>2008-11-07T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T07:05:03.686-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonelyplanet'/><title type='text'>REALITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SRRYoU2lZyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Dzow3EE0ENc/s1600-h/lonelysha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265931314118616866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SRRYoU2lZyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Dzow3EE0ENc/s320/lonelysha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A Message by George Carlin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paradox of our time in history is that we have&lt;br /&gt;taller buildings but shorter tempers,&lt;br /&gt;wider Freeways but narrower viewpoints.&lt;br /&gt;We spend more, but have less,&lt;br /&gt;we buy more, but enjoy less.&lt;br /&gt;We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time.&lt;br /&gt;We have more degrees but less sense,&lt;br /&gt;more knowledge, but less judgment,&lt;br /&gt;more experts, yet more problems,&lt;br /&gt;more medicine, but less wellness.&lt;br /&gt;We drink too much,&lt;br /&gt;smoke too much,&lt;br /&gt;spend too recklessly,&lt;br /&gt;laugh too little,&lt;br /&gt;drive too fast,&lt;br /&gt;get too angry,&lt;br /&gt;stay up too late,&lt;br /&gt;get up too tired,&lt;br /&gt;read too little,&lt;br /&gt;watch TV too much,&lt;br /&gt;and pray too seldom.&lt;br /&gt;We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.&lt;br /&gt;We talk too much,&lt;br /&gt;love too seldom,&lt;br /&gt;and hate too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.&lt;br /&gt;We've added years to life not life to years.&lt;br /&gt;We've been all the way to the moon and back,&lt;br /&gt;but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;We conquered outer space but not inner space.&lt;br /&gt;We've done larger things, but not better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.&lt;br /&gt;We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;We write more, but learn less.&lt;br /&gt;We plan more, but accomplish less.&lt;br /&gt;We've learned to rush, but not to wait.&lt;br /&gt;We build more computers to hold more information,&lt;br /&gt;to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion,&lt;br /&gt;big men and small character,&lt;br /&gt;steep profits and shallow relationships.&lt;br /&gt;These are the days of two incomes but more divorce,&lt;br /&gt;fancier houses, but broken homes.&lt;br /&gt;These are days of quick trips,&lt;br /&gt;disposable diapers,&lt;br /&gt;throwaway morality,&lt;br /&gt;one night stands,&lt;br /&gt;overweight bodies,&lt;br /&gt;and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.&lt;br /&gt;It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom.&lt;br /&gt;A time when technology can bring this letter to you,&lt;br /&gt;and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it.&lt;br /&gt;A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.&lt;br /&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/4867262840585815918-5499119043584851134?l=sharonalmazan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/feeds/5499119043584851134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4867262840585815918&amp;postID=5499119043584851134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/5499119043584851134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/5499119043584851134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/2008/11/reality.html' title='REALITY'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15835781450226819191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SOCCeO-h6qI/AAAAAAAAACM/LtOa_j1dMz4/S220/sharonhusay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SRRYoU2lZyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Dzow3EE0ENc/s72-c/lonelysha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867262840585815918.post-2479199765102382697</id><published>2008-10-01T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T01:28:58.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simplify and Live the Good Life'/><title type='text'>My core</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SOSIZzrVjnI/AAAAAAAAADI/cz8eeQ6C7dY/s1600-h/sunrise-over-tulum-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252473042370924146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SOSIZzrVjnI/AAAAAAAAADI/cz8eeQ6C7dY/s320/sunrise-over-tulum-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What is your core?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What are the most important things in your life right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Do you allow your core to direct and empower your daily decisions and actions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Overnight, with a couple of bottles of San.Miguel light I was contemplating about those three questions Bo is asking me to answer. He said it would help me simplify my life and live a Good Life. I don't even know if there is such a thing as an even more simple life than what I have right now with my husband because as far as I'm concerned we are already living a simple life. But anyway, as I was reading the first question over again I went to my desk and checked the dictionary to find the meaning of the word "core" (it might just help).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Main Entry:&lt;br /&gt;core&lt;br /&gt;Part of Speech:noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Definition:the central, innermost, or most essential part of anything.&lt;br /&gt;Synonyms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/base"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;base&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, cob, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/essence"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;essence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/focus"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;focus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/gist"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;gist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/guts"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;guts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/heart"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/hub"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;hub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/kernel"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;kernel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/meat"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/middle"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, nodule, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/nub"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;nub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/nucleus"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;nucleus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/pith"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;pith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/root"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;root&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/staple"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;staple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com//browse/substance"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;substance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So in other words if I were to rephrase Bo's question it would be like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"What is the central, innermost, or most essential part of yourself"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well, now I can better understand the question and my answer to this would have to be my HEART. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My heart dictates my mind most of the time when it should actually be the other way around. No wonder I've been in trouble several times all because I have a big heart. But it also paved the way for me to make some of the best decisions in my life without regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My heart has gone through a lot and sometimes I feel like it has become rigid over the years but still it remains compassionate, loving,caring and forgiving despite the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I hope Bo is satisfied with my answer to his first question which brings us to the second one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;What are the most important things in your life right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It would have to be my FAMILY , my JOB ,GOD,FRIENDS,and my HOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I am existing for my family. Without them I am nothing. I am working hard for them and together I want to live a good life with them. I am driven by my ambitions and dreams in life because of Ye, Ysa and Miguel. And I cannot imagine my life without them anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My job is also very important to me because I get to pay the bills, buy food, milk, diapers, medicine, provide clothing and shelter for my family because of my job. Even if it's not enough, still it can get us by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;God gives me strength. HE alone provides me the way on how to solve each and every obstacle that comes my way. He is my light, my hope, the answer to my every prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Friends come and go but luckily I have a few who's always been by my side even if they are a million miles away. I miss my friends Judytte, Dicy, Susan, Juvy, Gerladine and Dinah.I hope we'll see each other again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I must say I am very thankful to my in laws they allowed us to stay in one of their houses in QC. Without their help we would probably be still renting an apartment somewhere. And because they opened their doors to us, we take care of our new home like it was truly ours although I hope in God's time we will have our own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Bo, are you happy with my answers so far? Because honestly as I was writing my thoughts I realized that I actually have a very simple life. All the while I thought that I have such a very complicated life with all the problems and people I encounter everyday. I feel like I am at peace and it feels great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We are now down to the last and final question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you allow your core to direct and empower your daily decisions and actions?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I often times allow my heart to direct and empower my decisions and actions. I do so thinking that I'm doing them in good faith but like what I've said it also failed me a couple of time because we shouldn't let our emotions empower us most of the time. We also need to use our mind and be stiff because we need to, and that is for our own good.Right Bo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im just on page 17 and I have several more chapters to read before I can finish this book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And as I flip through the pages, I hope that I am able to Simplify and live a Good life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4867262840585815918-2479199765102382697?l=sharonalmazan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/feeds/2479199765102382697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4867262840585815918&amp;postID=2479199765102382697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/2479199765102382697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/2479199765102382697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-core.html' title='My core'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15835781450226819191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SOCCeO-h6qI/AAAAAAAAACM/LtOa_j1dMz4/S220/sharonhusay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SOSIZzrVjnI/AAAAAAAAADI/cz8eeQ6C7dY/s72-c/sunrise-over-tulum-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867262840585815918.post-7212202916398498946</id><published>2008-10-01T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T03:25:08.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simplify and Live the Good Life'/><title type='text'>Live from the core of your being..,says Bo Sanchez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SONPqtUpgGI/AAAAAAAAADA/9r2QBk8K2uQ/s1600-h/Simplicity_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252129185583431778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SONPqtUpgGI/AAAAAAAAADA/9r2QBk8K2uQ/s320/Simplicity_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SONKAkDok2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/_9VMVCE6QGc/s1600-h/simplicity.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is not enough if you are busy.The question is, What are you busy about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Henry David Thoreau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The great BO Sanchez wrote this article in one of his books entitled Simplify and Live the Good Life. I would like to share my thoughts on some of the meaningful excerpts he wrote and I hope that you can relate to this as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Happiness is not found outside of you. It doesn’t come from cars, clothes, cash, or Caribbean cruises. Happiness is found within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came across this passage on page 17, I sort of imagined that Bo (my favorite author) was in front of me and was personally telling me this. At the same time I can see myself frowning back at him and rebutting the idea saying, “Are you kidding me Bo!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gave the guy a break and continued reading and rebutting each and every word he wrote. Surprisingly at the end of the article he included an activity. It was an action plan designed to test the truthfulness of his theory. Hmmmmmm!?…might as well try it. I will not lose anything anyway and who knows I might just agree with him after going through this action plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Begin a journal for his book “Simplify and Live the Good Life”. Write down discoveries, insights, reflections, and here we go ‘action plan’ for each chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your core?&lt;br /&gt;What are the most important things in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;Do you allow your core to direct and empower your daily decisions and actions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Bo, I’ll give it a try and I’ll share my journal to whoever cares to open my blog and hopefully after reading your book you can help me Simplify and Live the Good Life.&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/4867262840585815918-7212202916398498946?l=sharonalmazan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/feeds/7212202916398498946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4867262840585815918&amp;postID=7212202916398498946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/7212202916398498946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/7212202916398498946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/2008/10/live-from-core-of-your-beingsays-bo.html' title='Live from the core of your being..,says Bo Sanchez'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15835781450226819191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SOCCeO-h6qI/AAAAAAAAACM/LtOa_j1dMz4/S220/sharonhusay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SONPqtUpgGI/AAAAAAAAADA/9r2QBk8K2uQ/s72-c/Simplicity_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867262840585815918.post-7255138921369733624</id><published>2008-09-29T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T01:07:15.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>My thoughts over the weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SOCDqYNNEII/AAAAAAAAACk/cJITG8d7H5Q/s1600-h/clip_image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251341929589575810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SOCDqYNNEII/AAAAAAAAACk/cJITG8d7H5Q/s320/clip_image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been married for about 3 years and 3 months and since the time I tied the knot it is only recently that I am beginning to enjoy my married life. Ironic but even I am surprised and I was dwelling over this thought the whole weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it a good thing or bad thing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why just now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But thank God it happened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I must say that ours' was never a planned marriage at all. We were just friends at that time, we did not even have a commitment and oooppss! We were on our way to parenthood. But I have no regerets because my men is the best that I have met so far, but of course there could have been better options..(hehehe) kidding aside, he's I guess everything that I wanted my partner to be, a complete opposite of MWUAH. But since we did not really have a relationship when we started our family, we were like hitting birds with one stone. Getting to know each other more and at the same time being husband and wife. It was very difficult, especially that his family was completely against our decision (gosh I can just imagine) not that we were hard headed but we just completely arrived to a realization that of all the relationships we had in the past, our friendship was one of a kind. We had that gutt feeling that we will have each other for the rest of our lives.  And so we did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was like a Romeo and Juliet affair the most depressing point of my life aside from my mother's death. They completely pierced my heart it hurt. They judge me like there was no good in me at all. I lost friends and family because of what they did and I am greatfull that despite going through this painfull moment of my life, my men stood by my side even if sometimes I can feel his knees tremble.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then came our first born, Ysabel. She sealed our family togther and became a bridge towards rekindling the once lost friendship with our family. It wasn't easy going back to that place . All I had was a bad memory of that paradise but for my daughter we had to go back there. And now we've made that place our home and somehow going back helped me heal my heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At this point, I must say that I am happy. Although trials still do come our way but unlike before my husband and I are more of partners now than we were before. We've become drinking buddies, bestfriends, teammates and it feels good that somehow weve learned to let go of the past and all the heartaches and just enjoy whatever we have at the moment, especially now that we have Miguel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope that as we grow older we are still together, holding each others hand through thick and thin and Im sure no problem is too huge for as long as we stand by each other.&lt;/p&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/4867262840585815918-7255138921369733624?l=sharonalmazan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/feeds/7255138921369733624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4867262840585815918&amp;postID=7255138921369733624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/7255138921369733624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/7255138921369733624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-thoughts-over-weekend.html' title='My thoughts over the weekend.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15835781450226819191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SOCCeO-h6qI/AAAAAAAAACM/LtOa_j1dMz4/S220/sharonhusay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SOCDqYNNEII/AAAAAAAAACk/cJITG8d7H5Q/s72-c/clip_image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867262840585815918.post-6825122022935832359</id><published>2008-09-26T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T01:46:51.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Selfworth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SNyhCVjmCMI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qfnp-cvpwm0/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250248327125403842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SNyhCVjmCMI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qfnp-cvpwm0/s320/butterfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am Ga to my Ye, Ma to my Ysa and Miguel, Sharona to my brothers and sisters and simply Sharon to my friends. Most of those who are close to me would probably say that Im a serious person and my values are very conservative. Thats probably because I grew up in a traditional Spanish-Chinese family all the way from the south. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the youngest in a brood of four and my siblings are like ten- fifteen years older than me, so my parents really made a careful watch over me while I was growing up. Don't mistaken me for a Maria Clara or something because I too, like any normal child turned to rebellion at one point in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good thing I was very active in a church choire at that time, God spared me from ruining my life. He gave me a chance to fix my mess and I am grateful that I was able to recuperate.After starting anew, I am convinced that nothing can worth you damage in your life but yourself and your greatest enemy is often times yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will carry the burden for every wrong turn you make and it is best to consult your conscience for every decision you undertake.Although some of the things in the past still do hunt me like a nightmare, I cannot do otherwise but to accept my failures. And thank God for each and every second chance I take, I am able to refine myself more as a better person.Now, I'm living not for myself anymore but for my kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime I look at them I pray so hard that they will be better than I am. I hope that the world will be kinder to them because it scares me to think that they will have the same predicament that I had. But I must be strong for my children. Because I know somehow they will get their strength from me to face the world and triumph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4867262840585815918-6825122022935832359?l=sharonalmazan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/feeds/6825122022935832359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4867262840585815918&amp;postID=6825122022935832359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/6825122022935832359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/6825122022935832359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-ga-to-my-ye-ma-to-my-ysa-and.html' title='Selfworth'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15835781450226819191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SOCCeO-h6qI/AAAAAAAAACM/LtOa_j1dMz4/S220/sharonhusay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SNyhCVjmCMI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qfnp-cvpwm0/s72-c/butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867262840585815918.post-8011255764601241734</id><published>2008-09-25T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T02:05:24.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Where I Stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SNylzWXRA_I/AAAAAAAAACE/O5t89j90qZs/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250253567202231282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SNylzWXRA_I/AAAAAAAAACE/O5t89j90qZs/s320/sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where I Stand&lt;br /&gt;By Taj-domayn C. Thompson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand,Until the time&lt;br /&gt;Was it a crime to see what cannot be touched&lt;br /&gt;Hear voices speak words that can't be undone&lt;br /&gt;Was it my fault I was invincible&lt;br /&gt;To the naked eye,&lt;br /&gt;I am invisibleI cannot be seen&lt;br /&gt;Because no one wants to see meI&lt;br /&gt;am different&lt;br /&gt;Different from the rest of them&lt;br /&gt;So they ignore me&lt;br /&gt;But I don't ignore them&lt;br /&gt;No one is friendly&lt;br /&gt;Why were they so blind&lt;br /&gt;Because I am not them&lt;br /&gt;I am only mine&lt;br /&gt;I am different&lt;br /&gt;But I can see&lt;br /&gt;But they can't see me&lt;br /&gt;I watch them fall&lt;br /&gt;Divided they fall&lt;br /&gt;Together they die&lt;br /&gt;But here I stand&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Was it a crime that I was unique&lt;br /&gt;Original to the human mindI was invisible to there standards&lt;br /&gt;Invisible to their lies&lt;br /&gt;But as they kneel to beg&lt;br /&gt;I watch them beg&lt;br /&gt;But here I stand until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Was it a crime for me to live my life&lt;br /&gt;A crime for wanting to survive&lt;br /&gt;No one would answer&lt;br /&gt;So I will wait until the end of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4867262840585815918-8011255764601241734?l=sharonalmazan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/feeds/8011255764601241734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4867262840585815918&amp;postID=8011255764601241734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/8011255764601241734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/8011255764601241734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-i-stand.html' title='Where I Stand'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15835781450226819191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SOCCeO-h6qI/AAAAAAAAACM/LtOa_j1dMz4/S220/sharonhusay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SNylzWXRA_I/AAAAAAAAACE/O5t89j90qZs/s72-c/sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867262840585815918.post-8296878958700944345</id><published>2008-09-24T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:32:05.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The friend I never met'/><title type='text'>Who's Nicole?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SNpWVy509CI/AAAAAAAAABM/GGhrKG9tYXM/s1600-h/Letter+from+Nicole.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249603248095294498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SNpWVy509CI/AAAAAAAAABM/GGhrKG9tYXM/s320/Letter+from+Nicole.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a very special job. I teach English online and by talking over the phone using a book as reference. I've been doing this for more than a year now and I just want to share one experience I had with a very special young girl named&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was very sweet and polite. And to tell you honestly, even if she is just 13 years old she talks with sense and goes right straight to the point with her very strong opinions about religion, politics, showbiz and life. For about a year I was constantly talking to her and I learned so many things from this little girl whom I've learned to adore and consider as my confidant. It was not for long that Nicole and I had to permanently put the phone down and just treasure all the sleepless nights that we were talking to each other. We never got the chance to see each other in person. Until one day I received an e-mail from her with a picture attached to it and I can't beleive that all the while that we were talking to each other she was writing about me in her journal, something that I was doing myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4867262840585815918-8296878958700944345?l=sharonalmazan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/feeds/8296878958700944345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4867262840585815918&amp;postID=8296878958700944345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/8296878958700944345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/8296878958700944345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/2008/09/whos-nicole.html' title='Who&apos;s Nicole?'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15835781450226819191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SOCCeO-h6qI/AAAAAAAAACM/LtOa_j1dMz4/S220/sharonhusay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SNpWVy509CI/AAAAAAAAABM/GGhrKG9tYXM/s72-c/Letter+from+Nicole.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4867262840585815918.post-6453171102271417016</id><published>2008-09-24T06:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T06:46:24.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Married life'/><title type='text'>Empty bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SNo-29J6dMI/AAAAAAAAABE/nFlgKu45jDw/s1600-h/akong+pinanga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249577429503734978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SNo-29J6dMI/AAAAAAAAABE/nFlgKu45jDw/s320/akong+pinanga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my husband came home from work at 6:30 a.m. He needed to work overtime because of an important project they have to finish. For the past 3 years that we have been married it was the first time I slept without him by my side. Although the kids were with me but I felt like the bed was empty without him. I guess I have gotten used to hugging him when we go to sleep like a soft pillow. It's just been three years, but life has tremendously changed for me. I remember the first few weeks that we were together, I was still adjusting to having to share my bed with this guy, since I was living alone when I was still single. But now, to my surprise I have practically embraced myself to the comforting scent of his cologne and the smooth texture of his skin rubbing against mine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I wouldnt fall asleep that night but I was too tired from work. It was already 1 am when I got home and the weather was cold. The kids were asleep so I tip-toed my way to my room. Took a shower and stood infront of my empty bed. It was too big for me alone that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                     I slowly opened my eyes because I felt like someone was calling my name. Was it a dream or the alarm but when I managed to clear my eyes I saw my husband gazing at me, I smiled back at him then I said "Hi!" and he said "goodmorning". I heard him laughing at me probably because of how silly I looked that very moment but the sight of him by my side made me really happy because he was home safe, with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4867262840585815918-6453171102271417016?l=sharonalmazan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/feeds/6453171102271417016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4867262840585815918&amp;postID=6453171102271417016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/6453171102271417016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4867262840585815918/posts/default/6453171102271417016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharonalmazan.blogspot.com/2008/09/empty-bed.html' title='Empty bed'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15835781450226819191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SOCCeO-h6qI/AAAAAAAAACM/LtOa_j1dMz4/S220/sharonhusay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2ee4bjlFXo/SNo-29J6dMI/AAAAAAAAABE/nFlgKu45jDw/s72-c/akong+pinanga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
