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<rss version="0.92"><channel><title>where is my lucky star</title><link>http://tambisglams.blog.co.uk/</link><description></description><language>en-EU</language><docs>http://backend.userland.com/rss092</docs><image><title>where is my lucky star</title><link>http://tambisglams.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/b4/5e93f19bb1940524c2c57b855ecf10_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>...always there to remind me</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;In my desire to finish my work one afternoon, an unexpected thing happened with an officemate. We exchanged words because of that request of one new computer printer. Over the years, though am the type of person who is temperamental, I see to it that I never quarrel an officemate, but only once...but that was fifteen years ago.&lt;br&gt;
Feeling that my emotion rose, I started to calm down and find a corner to reflect. I realized then that my head throbbed, my heart pounding, and my voice shrilled... just minutes ago. I suddenly stopped with my outburst because I heard that whispered sound: "Peace be with you, Marie". This is the cue/key words I always watch out when am angry. I felt that my anger subsides...and mellowed...and I am at peace with myself.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;That night, a worried female officemate texted me and reminded that disagreements happened in the office and that every individual is a unique personality. Don't be upset. Just enjoy your weekends.Take care and God bless...and I replied "thanks for your concerned...Goodnight".
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://tambisglams.blog.co.uk/2007/09/18/always_there_to_remind_me~2997350/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tambisglams.blog.co.uk/2007/09/18/always_there_to_remind_me~2997350/</link><pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2007 03:04:02 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>spending time 2gether...</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;One breaktime with officemates, the group shared one's family life experienced.&lt;br&gt;
"Where's Tina? I didn't see her today", noticed Belle.&lt;br&gt;
"She's on leave.It's her husband's birthday", said Gina.&lt;br&gt;
"Why, does it matter with her if its her husband's birthday"? Brigitte commented.&lt;br&gt;
"Of course, she will. It's the 50th birthday of her husband", I said.&lt;br&gt;
"What's the fuss, anyway"...Brigitte replied and added: "when Bryan (husband) celebrated his birthday last year I still reported for work.I am not used to celebrate one's birthday".&lt;br&gt;
"Well", I said. "for me,  when my husband celebrated his birthday I'll find time to be with him whether a dinner with him or a celebration with the family". You know, time is precious...and we cannot predict what lies ahead of us. That is why,  both of us are spending bonding moments together... a couple power...of course, we also spend time with our children, but lately ...we spend out time 2gether.You may not ask it but I do pray for my husband at wee hours while he was sleeping... (I knew that he is not aware of it because he was on his sound sleep) holding his hand, clasped into my palm, I silently prayed:Lord God, you know how much I care for this man.I pray that you would bless the work of my husband's hands.Show him the right path, guide him always in all his undertakings.Give him strenght to carry on the work.Give him the courage instead of discouragements.Empty his heart with hatred and pride. Give him the good health. Cast away all the temptations, for we know, that as a person we are weak sometimes. Thank you Lord for all the blessings and graces that you have showered unto us. Thank you Lord for the gift of life. Thank you Lord for everything... all these things we ask and pray through your son Jesus Christ who lives and reigns with you forever and ever...amen"&lt;br&gt;
Then, I saw, at corner of Brigitte's eyes, controlled tears, her face blushed and said: "yes you are right. We have to spend time together with our husband for the rest of our lives.From this day on, I will find time to be with him always".&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://tambisglams.blog.co.uk/2007/09/17/shared_light_moments~2991547/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tambisglams.blog.co.uk/2007/09/17/shared_light_moments~2991547/</link><pubDate>Mon, 17 Sep 2007 04:55:45 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Is it a matter of acceptance?</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Some years back my desire to finish my masters in pubic administration is very intense. For me, education is very important. Creating new things for me is very interesting. Learning some ideas is wholesome and fun but somewhere in the process this dream would never realized until today...there are some factors to consider:&lt;br&gt;
* financially hard-up...2 children are still in college, amount/price per unit is not affordable having a low income;&lt;br&gt;
* essence of time ... felt tired when I thought of attending classes after office work and prepare dinner for the family, look into my plants; sweeping, etc...;&lt;br&gt;
* miss bonding with partner - coffee with husband after office hours, casual-petty talk in a hammock;&lt;br&gt;
* miss bonding - with sisters, brothers, and in-laws after office hours;&lt;br&gt;
* out of town travel -  to provinces, visit to Mother's hometown, womens organization, seminars, etc...;&lt;br&gt;
* miss some favorite tv shows;&lt;br&gt;
* miss to play game in my cp;&lt;br&gt;
* and all others activities I cannot recall.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Well, maybe I should accept things as they are. Should I? Maybe not. Deep in my heart, I will find time to finish my advance studies someday. Well, I can wait for my children to finish their schooling. Not sooner. I know it will come. But, honestly, honestly speaking, if I have enough/sufficient budget today I will pursue in finishing my post-graduate studies.&lt;br&gt;
Unsaon man wala man gyud ko'y kwarta uy!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://tambisglams.blog.co.uk/2007/09/05/is_it_a_matter_of_acceptance~2927270/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tambisglams.blog.co.uk/2007/09/05/is_it_a_matter_of_acceptance~2927270/</link><pubDate>Wed, 05 Sep 2007 08:14:03 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Lost in time</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;time heals as the saying goes... but the pain lives/lingers in our memory...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://tambisglams.blog.co.uk/2007/09/04/lost_in_time~2920888/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tambisglams.blog.co.uk/2007/09/04/lost_in_time~2920888/</link><pubDate>Tue, 04 Sep 2007 06:56:24 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>sagpa sa panahon</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Usa ka adlaw nakadungog ko amiga sa akong inahan nga nangyawyaw.Diay siya may gihisgutan usa ka silingan namu. Wala ko kasabot ngano siya nga nagbagulbol.Akong nahibal-an nga ang iyang ika-tulong (3) anak naburos. Ang lalaki dili interesado nga pakaslan iyang anak. In short, dili moatubang sa usa ka responsibilidad nga nahimo sa lalaki sa iyang anak nga dalaga. Naguol ang inahan kay manganak ang iyang anak nga walay amahan ang iyang apo. Ang iyang anak nga naburos tungod sa kaulaw sa inahan sa mga silingan didto gipapuyo sa amo. Mga 3 ka bulan ang milabay ug nanganak ang anak sa amiga sa akong inahan. Kadtong mga panahuna tungod kay wala pa ko'y buot sa kalibutan wala gyud ko kasabot unsay nanghitabo ug kalihukan sa among panimalay.Nga ang usa diay ka dalaga nga manganak nga walay bana DAKU kaayong istorya sa katilingban. Nganong naburos, ambot unsa ilang gipanghimo.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Pila pa katuig ang milabay, nahibaw-an naku nga kini diayng amiga sa akong inahan kaniadto sobra ka himantayon. Unsay kalihukan sa mga silingan una pa siyang makahibalo. Usa na kini sa anak nga dalaga nga iyang gibantayan/hilabtan sauna nga sobra daw kaarte unya naburos lang daw. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Kani ang gitawag nga sagpa sa panahon. Maabot ra diay kanimo ang wala nimo gipangandoy  nga mahitabu.Pero dili man gud natu masabtan ug ma-kontrol ang panahon. Mahitabo gyud ang unsay mahitabo sa usa ka tawo bisag unsaon siguro natu pag amping.... pero kun kita mangamuyo sa Ginoo nga ipahilayo ang atong kinabuhi sa tanang mga kasakit ug kalisod siguro malamdagan ang atong huna-huna ug kinabuhi. Tanang mga paga-himuon nato matag adlaw atong i-ampo sa Ginoo.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://tambisglams.blog.co.uk/2007/09/04/sagpa_sa_panahon~2920870/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tambisglams.blog.co.uk/2007/09/04/sagpa_sa_panahon~2920870/</link><pubDate>Tue, 04 Sep 2007 06:52:20 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>take care ma'am</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Woke up with a slight head ache as I started my day on. Prepared some breakfast. It was a fine morning. I could hear the chirping birds on the tree at 5:45 a.m. I could see the sun slowly lit the sky. Ahh, I feel good today. Thank you Lord for this beautiful day.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Embarked on a jeepney towards our office, just  4-kilometer away from our residence, I didn't mind other passengers inside the vehicle. Concentrated on what to do in the office, a passenger broke my reverie as she runs toward the jeepney for a ride. As I prepare to disembarked, the youg boy (conductor) about 16 years old said: take care ma'am...have a nice day! I replied: oh, thank you... then I walked inside the gate in our office. That wonderful comforting words of that boy perked my day. I felt that my headache gone. I thanked God for having a stranger who cares to perk someone's day. It's a great feeling. I feel good throughout the day. Then I reflected on that day: Do I also perk up someone's day happy? Well, I guess I will try starting this day on...(that was in 1995).When an officemate approached me for a paper trail, I told her how nice her pair of shoes... and she smiled and said: thank you...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;What about you? Do you make someone's day happy and gay too?
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://tambisglams.blog.co.uk/2007/09/03/take_care_ma_am~2914563/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tambisglams.blog.co.uk/2007/09/03/take_care_ma_am~2914563/</link><pubDate>Mon, 03 Sep 2007 06:16:05 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>where is my lucky star</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;where is my lucky star?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Wandering from place to place an obsession crept into mind: by finding my lucky star. These questions asked to a passing bird, to the flower buds, to the falling leaves, and even to the rainbow in the sky.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Searching... from fallin' darkness, till the breaking of dawn, through the waves of the sea, through the thickness of clouds.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I keep on waiting... waiting.... till the would would whispher: Here-is your destiny where lies your lucky star.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Nothing... until one night, I dream&lt;br&gt;
talking to a young gentleman in broad daylight a strange but melodious sound hovered above me, without turning, I knew from my very heart it came just for me... because... on the ground there cast the glittering shadow of a STAR, big, bright star! without preamble the man caught it for me. Perflexed, I cried and said, please let it go! release it!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Beads of perspiration awaken me. I fervently prayed: Lord God, please forgive me. I'm sorry for questioning your power beyond doubts. From now on, I will lay my future into your hands. I promise not to ask nor question again... where...where is this destiny were lies my lucky star
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://tambisglams.blog.co.uk/2007/08/31/the_dream~2898812/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://tambisglams.blog.co.uk/2007/08/31/the_dream~2898812/</link><pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2007 03:53:53 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>job hunting</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;The sun shines brightly as promised by its shimmering light. Clad in my casual wear and old worn brown shoes, headed downtown to find a job...that day, for me finding a job is quiet frightening because there are many factors to consider:&lt;br&gt;
a. a fresh graduate&lt;br&gt;
b. married&lt;br&gt;
c. above 30 years&lt;br&gt;
d. money in pocket just enough for fare and "merienda"&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;"Good Morning Ma'am" the guard said from a famous private office. "Good Morning", I replied. May I know where's the office of the manager? The guard showed me to the Manager's office. Sat infront the manager's table, he started browsing over my papers...and nod. After a 15 minute interview, finally, he said: Uhum...your course is quiet in demand in the field of communication but am sorry we only accept applicants who are 25 years below and single... I smiled and curtly I replied: thank you sir for your time... have a nice day!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Rushed from the main door of that building, called for a tricycle...As I sat inside, tears keep flowing...i can't really control them. I was so very very upset. I blamed myself for marrying at a very young age and finished my college in my early 30's.At home, strength regained and calmed down. Was able to regain my wits and selflessness. I said to myself: Lady, this is not the end of the world yet. I know someday there's a fine job store for you.
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