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/><category term="officially missing you" /><category term="career" /><category term="tagging" /><category term="flowers" /><category term="haze" /><category term="character" /><category term="sentiments" /><category term="alexys fairfield" /><category term="blogging" /><category term="musings" /><category term="women at work" /><category term="fiction" /><category term="poverty" /><title>Women's Niche</title><subtitle type="html">...the ultimate hangout for today's women</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://womensniche.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://womensniche.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04976714099185269366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DSRLxFbfGEk/SCmGFNqtGSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ySA_2E5R6Yg/S220/wn.JPG" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;A08FR3o7eyp7ImA9WhZXFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2354312810656572326.post-74792394638380804</id><published>2011-05-05T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T00:16:56.403-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-05T00:16:56.403-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="surviving infidelity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship advice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage" /><title>Saving Your Marriage First Aid – Heal Yourself</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gxUP-6TWEIk/TcJNhS0pU5I/AAAAAAAAADc/d62HDji_-us/s1600/infidelity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gxUP-6TWEIk/TcJNhS0pU5I/AAAAAAAAADc/d62HDji_-us/s200/infidelity.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Infidelity is something that can ruin your marriage and even yourself if you will not deal with it accordingly. Maybe the very first thing that comes into your mind after you discover that your spouse is having an affair is to shut down your own world believing it will end all those piercing pains. But that does not the way it should be, first you need to heal yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You must be strong enough to deal with your partner’s infidelity.  I know underneath your hurts and anger you also wanted to be one of these “strong people” and be brave enough just to show to your cheating spouse that you are better off without him. But underneath that unyielding pains and anger, you know to yourself that you feel crushed and feel like a doormat tromped on by your spouse as he walked out on you. Yes, it is normal to feel broken and defeated but don’t withdraw to life. There are boundless possibilities and wonderful things ahead of you. This is something I guarantee you, in time you will feel normal again, and you will recover from this traumatic experience and will be stronger. I’ve been there; I know what it feels like being betrayed by your very own partner. It’s not yet end of the world, life is wonderful. You need to be strong and live your life no matter what to save yourself and your marriage from miseries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You just have two choices, walk away from life and stay miserable or deal with infidelity and bring back your happy life. Remember you are not alone in this battle. There are millions of women out there who have the same problems like you, who have been victims of infidelity. Step out from your miseries and face this ordeal like a mature adult. What you really need to do right now is to help yourself, look inside heart and face your emotional turmoil – HEAL your broken self-esteem, bring back your happy life and save your marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To your ongoing healing here are my recommended resources:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.survivinginfidelity-help.com/"&gt;Surviving Infidelity&lt;/a&gt; Guide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://surviveinfidelityhq.com/after-the-affair-what-to-do-with-cheating-husbands/"&gt;Life after the affair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2354312810656572326-74792394638380804?l=womensniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://womensniche.blogspot.com/feeds/74792394638380804/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2354312810656572326&amp;postID=74792394638380804&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/74792394638380804?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/74792394638380804?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WomensNiche/~3/ZfNfctSgh-w/saving-your-marriage-first-aid-heal.html" title="Saving Your Marriage First Aid – Heal Yourself" /><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04976714099185269366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DSRLxFbfGEk/SCmGFNqtGSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ySA_2E5R6Yg/S220/wn.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gxUP-6TWEIk/TcJNhS0pU5I/AAAAAAAAADc/d62HDji_-us/s72-c/infidelity.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://womensniche.blogspot.com/2011/05/saving-your-marriage-first-aid-heal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8GQX0zfCp7ImA9WxFbFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2354312810656572326.post-816877815895337117</id><published>2010-07-07T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T06:47:00.384-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-08T06:47:00.384-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thursday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflections" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry" /><title>Mirror Image</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSRLxFbfGEk/TDTPncQa74I/AAAAAAAAAC8/sVyOurKsKFg/s1600/62554_betamirror.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSRLxFbfGEk/TDTPncQa74I/AAAAAAAAAC8/sVyOurKsKFg/s200/62554_betamirror.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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No one has ever known her&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; As much as he had&lt;br /&gt;
No one can ever make her happy and surprised&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; As much as he was with him&lt;br /&gt;
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No one can ever understand his past&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; As much as she easily did&lt;br /&gt;
No one can ever soothe his pain&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; As knowingly and unknowingly as she did&lt;br /&gt;
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Her masculine side and quirks&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Matched and mirrored his feminine part and quirks&lt;br /&gt;
Complemented and made each half of a whole&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Her directness was his indirectness&lt;br /&gt;
And his directness was her indirectness&lt;br /&gt;
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Am I really YOU and are You, I?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; If we were; then&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am You and You are I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2354312810656572326-816877815895337117?l=womensniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://womensniche.blogspot.com/feeds/816877815895337117/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2354312810656572326&amp;postID=816877815895337117&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/816877815895337117?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/816877815895337117?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WomensNiche/~3/zoBVNU8C-Ro/i-am-you-you-are-i.html" title="Mirror Image" /><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04976714099185269366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DSRLxFbfGEk/SCmGFNqtGSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ySA_2E5R6Yg/S220/wn.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSRLxFbfGEk/TDTPncQa74I/AAAAAAAAAC8/sVyOurKsKFg/s72-c/62554_betamirror.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://womensniche.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-you-you-are-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EDQ3s-cSp7ImA9WxFRE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2354312810656572326.post-7349320482831467678</id><published>2010-04-26T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T22:21:12.559-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-26T22:21:12.559-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="janice and sonia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="officially missing you" /><title>Missin you</title><content type="html">After months of silence...I'm finally back...Just want to share this great video of janice and sonia. Hope you'll like it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(para kay mixoi, sana mapanood mo rin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2354312810656572326-7349320482831467678?l=womensniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://womensniche.blogspot.com/feeds/7349320482831467678/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2354312810656572326&amp;postID=7349320482831467678&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/7349320482831467678?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/7349320482831467678?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WomensNiche/~3/TlxwZN7VLB4/missin-you.html" title="Missin you" /><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04976714099185269366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DSRLxFbfGEk/SCmGFNqtGSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ySA_2E5R6Yg/S220/wn.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://womensniche.blogspot.com/2010/04/missin-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMNQHY-fSp7ImA9WxJUGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2354312810656572326.post-5151803728851994235</id><published>2009-07-18T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T01:58:11.855-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-18T01:58:11.855-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tagging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="word tag" /><title>Weekend Tag</title><content type="html">We got this tag from &lt;a href="http://www.allena83.com/"&gt;Allena&lt;/a&gt; and we thought you would enjoy answering it too.  Our's is no longer a one word tag. lol. Some of our replies are 2-3 words..eheh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;bag &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt;Pouch&lt;br /&gt;2. Your hair? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt; Black &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt;Black/Light Brown?&lt;br /&gt;3. Your mother? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;Sage  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; Wonderful&lt;br /&gt;4. Your father? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;Versatile &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; Unique&lt;br /&gt;5. Your favorite food? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;Pasta &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; Veggies&lt;br /&gt;6. Your dream last night? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;Nightmare! (Waaahhh!!!!) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; Can't remember&lt;br /&gt;7. Your favorite drink? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;C2 Lemon &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; tea&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;Writer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; peaceful life&lt;br /&gt;9. What room you are in?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;Food Court &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi: &lt;/span&gt;food court sm&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;Reading &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; reading&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;Death &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; losing someone&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;Own beloved home/ Tagaytay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt;Baguio&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;Apartment &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; @ my sister's house&lt;br /&gt;14. Something that you aren’t? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;Extrovert &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; ...like them&lt;br /&gt;15. Muffins? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;Yummy! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; Hmmmn!&lt;br /&gt;16. Wish list item? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;dream house &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; own studio&lt;br /&gt;17. Where you grew up? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;San Fdo., La Union &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; tarlac/baguio/batangas?&lt;br /&gt;18. Last thing you did? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;Walked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; surfed the net&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you wearing? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;jeans, 3 layered blouse &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; shorts, sleeveless &amp;amp; a jacket&lt;br /&gt;20. Your TV? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;Nah S: none&lt;br /&gt;21. Your pets? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;None &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; virtual pet (dream pet: jack russel)&lt;br /&gt;22. Friends? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;Priceless and my Family! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; my treasures&lt;br /&gt;23. Your life? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;in "transition" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; on a journey&lt;br /&gt;24. Your mood? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;pre-meditative &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; worried&lt;br /&gt;25. Missing someone? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;Yes! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; definitely yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;26. Car? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;:someday .... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; yes please!someday :)&lt;br /&gt;27. Something you’re not wearing? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;mascara &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; thong&lt;br /&gt;28. Your favorite store? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;SM Clark - Hypermart &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; NBS&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;browns, pinks, all except green &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; blue&lt;br /&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;a few minutes ago &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; a while ago&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;a week ago &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt;last night&lt;br /&gt;32. Who will resend this? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;Anyone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; you/anyone&lt;br /&gt;33. One place that I go to over and over? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;Home &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; home&lt;br /&gt;34. One person who emails me regularly? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt; friends &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; my bff's mom&lt;br /&gt;35. My favorite place to eat? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khasmal: &lt;/span&gt;Chowking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sachi:&lt;/span&gt; chowking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to grab this tag! It's fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2354312810656572326-5151803728851994235?l=womensniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://womensniche.blogspot.com/feeds/5151803728851994235/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2354312810656572326&amp;postID=5151803728851994235&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/5151803728851994235?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/5151803728851994235?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WomensNiche/~3/k2P2uA2qIKY/weekend-tag.html" title="Weekend Tag" /><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04976714099185269366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DSRLxFbfGEk/SCmGFNqtGSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ySA_2E5R6Yg/S220/wn.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://womensniche.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-tag.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUDSH09fyp7ImA9WxJUGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2354312810656572326.post-3445689595156530295</id><published>2009-07-17T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:57:59.367-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-17T23:57:59.367-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflection" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insight" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="changes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inner change" /><title>Turn Over a New Leaf</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have come to realize that no matter what you try to go through in life it all boils down to change.  When we were younger, we tend to have too much idealism.  We feel like we’re ready to take charge of  our lives.  We feel like we’re ready to take over a lot of responsibilities particularly assumed tasks that brought us to take traditional roles in our family and in the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, I found out that I’m in a very dark phase in my life where I don’t even know what I am, where I should be and what I really want to do.  It is like I have come this far only to find out if I really want to teach, write and live independently in my own terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having had various experiences already both in the work and relationship department, made my life seemed like an assortment of work experiences and almost beginning relationships but no closures.  Is this what they call patterns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though still not quite sure what I’m going through, for now I only know I just have to accept whatever and whoever I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knowledge that your soul is spiritually awakened by a distinctive consciousness makes you somehow an alien to your own self.  Having an active sensitivity both positively and negatively was almost like a curse for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through this dark confusing neutral phase in my life I learned that change is the only constant thing in this world.  For it is indeed continuous throughout our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2354312810656572326-3445689595156530295?l=womensniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://womensniche.blogspot.com/feeds/3445689595156530295/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2354312810656572326&amp;postID=3445689595156530295&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/3445689595156530295?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/3445689595156530295?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WomensNiche/~3/YQOi_heLjrg/turn-over-new-leaf.html" title="Turn Over a New Leaf" /><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04976714099185269366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DSRLxFbfGEk/SCmGFNqtGSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ySA_2E5R6Yg/S220/wn.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://womensniche.blogspot.com/2009/07/turn-over-new-leaf.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQAQHg4cCp7ImA9WxJSGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2354312810656572326.post-7289179748294309394</id><published>2009-05-09T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T04:09:01.638-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-09T04:09:01.638-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perception" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflection" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="outlook" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insight" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="change" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="positivity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry" /><title>Sometimes You Have To</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you have to leave your job&lt;br /&gt;To improve your present circumstance and follow your passion&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to lose your fortune&lt;br /&gt;   To know that the mundane are not really important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to keep waiting&lt;br /&gt;   To be found by someone whom you truly deserve&lt;br /&gt;       And who truly deserves you as well&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you always have to be left behind&lt;br /&gt;   To be content being alone and know the real value of independence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to be unafraid&lt;br /&gt;   To know how to become strong once more&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to get sick&lt;br /&gt;   To know that you have been neglecting your health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to be brokenhearted&lt;br /&gt;   To learn how to love yourself back&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to cry&lt;br /&gt;   To know how to smile and laugh again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to be in the dark&lt;br /&gt;   To know that there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;   Sometimes you have to go through round and round circles&lt;br /&gt;   To know certain life patterns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to commit mistakes&lt;br /&gt;   To know that you are only human&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to be mad&lt;br /&gt;   To know that you’ve kept a lot of resentment and bottled up emotions far too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to be frank&lt;br /&gt;   To learn how to assert yourself&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to be trapped in the labyrinths of your past choices&lt;br /&gt;and present immobility and indecision&lt;br /&gt;   To know that there’s an end to all of these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to fail&lt;br /&gt;   To know how to stand up on your own&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes you just have to die&lt;br /&gt;   To be reborn into a new &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2354312810656572326-7289179748294309394?l=womensniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://womensniche.blogspot.com/feeds/7289179748294309394/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2354312810656572326&amp;postID=7289179748294309394&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/7289179748294309394?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/7289179748294309394?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WomensNiche/~3/z0iJm3fdAPo/sometimes-you-have-to.html" title="Sometimes You Have To" /><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04976714099185269366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DSRLxFbfGEk/SCmGFNqtGSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ySA_2E5R6Yg/S220/wn.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://womensniche.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes-you-have-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMERHg9fyp7ImA9WxJTE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2354312810656572326.post-7929248293694764283</id><published>2009-04-21T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:30:05.667-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-21T19:30:05.667-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="self-discovery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bloggers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="art of blogging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="self-improvement" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="woman artist" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="soul meets world" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="woman blogger" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alexys fairfield" /><title>Her Art of Blogging</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSRLxFbfGEk/Se6A9kyFv6I/AAAAAAAAACE/o7leX0Mulg4/s1600-h/Message+Of+Love+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSRLxFbfGEk/Se6A9kyFv6I/AAAAAAAAACE/o7leX0Mulg4/s400/Message+Of+Love+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327337204560019362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Early last year, I stumbled upon a blog entitled Soul Meets World.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I can’t exactly remember how I came across it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But all I know is I got instantly fixated in reading it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like the fanatic couch potato that I am, I became one of its avid online readers. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Undergoing a lot of changes then, I was at a relentless pursuit to improve my character.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The genius behind this lovely and amazing blog is its ability to quench the thirst of those who seek truth and wisdom in the drama in our lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No matter how mundane our daily life experiences are, however small and immaterial details are, everything and everyone lead back to the greatest source of Universal Love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From curiosity and interest in reading one of its articles being aware that it covers an ample array of topics and issues to choose from, it became my fountain of knowledge continuously uplifting my spirit every time I wrestle with my downfall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each word seems to echo a silent support encouraging and telling me not to lose sight and hope with my visions and goals in life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Paradoxically and significantly, it has been my favorite paperback in the web that I must pay particular attention to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Believing beyond doubt and reason, profound writers prevalently now known as bloggers can also be called messengers from God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of them is Alexys Fairfield whose art of blogging captivates all souls who yearns for a spiritual revolution.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stirred by her sense of purpose, thy long dormant passion for writing reawakened and my dreams got clearer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Along the path of self-discovery, it is with immense certainty and joy to say we are kindred spirits.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;May this post serve as an inspiration to see the best in every one of us?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is lovingly dedicated to an amazing and exceptional woman blogger of self-improvement, Alexys Fairfield of &lt;a href="http://www.soulmeetsworld.com/"&gt;Soul Meets World&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2354312810656572326-7929248293694764283?l=womensniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://womensniche.blogspot.com/feeds/7929248293694764283/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2354312810656572326&amp;postID=7929248293694764283&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/7929248293694764283?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/7929248293694764283?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WomensNiche/~3/fhySNwX8fKQ/her-art-of-blogging.html" title="Her Art of Blogging" /><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04976714099185269366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DSRLxFbfGEk/SCmGFNqtGSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ySA_2E5R6Yg/S220/wn.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSRLxFbfGEk/Se6A9kyFv6I/AAAAAAAAACE/o7leX0Mulg4/s72-c/Message+Of+Love+2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://womensniche.blogspot.com/2009/04/her-art-of-blogging.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAER388fCp7ImA9WxVUFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2354312810656572326.post-696701481913064726</id><published>2009-03-20T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:18:26.174-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-20T22:18:26.174-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vision" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="American Idol" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="character" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Big Brother" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="accomplishment" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jordin Sparks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reality TV" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mission" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this is my now" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fear Factor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reality shows" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dream Academy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reality-based TV drama series" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Survivor" /><title>This Is Our Now</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSRLxFbfGEk/ScR0PJswljI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MHbgAgpvZH8/s1600-h/DSC00701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSRLxFbfGEk/ScR0PJswljI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MHbgAgpvZH8/s320/DSC00701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315501263854540338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a point in our lives when reality hit us cold in our faces. In this technological day and age, we are so caught up trying to make a living. Next thing we know we suddenly become conscious that we don’t know ourselves. Thus, we ask ourselves what we have been doing with our lives and is this where and what we really want to be. Reality bites. It’s time check for reality. And reality is such a big word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we hear the word reality what comes to mind first are reality shows. We always tend to associate reality these days with television shows that depict people’s lives that willingly let millions of viewers see their whole life transform while housed in a box. Talented, determined and driven individuals compete at one another to achieve a common goal and eagerly awaiting to fulfill their dreams. Shows like Big Brother, Dream Academy, American Idol, Survivor, Fear Factor – these are only to name a few reality-based TV drama series unfolding each participant’s lives and personalities onscreen. Local counterparts are Pinoy Big Brother, Pinoy Dream Academy, Pinoy Idol and most recent additions are top raters Survivor and Fear Factor. For some it seems like these programs exemplify human failure and misfortunes of contenders who get evicted early on the show. But for us it simply represents the essence of accomplishing one’s mission and dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that we understood what we want to happen in our career life and most importantly our personal lives. Both of us recognized we were not happy in our work. Though, we enjoyed our main task which is to write and advertise, learned a lot in the field of internet marketing where SEO or SEM is still in its infancy here in our country – our inclinations shadow did not left us. Our dreams and vision of our purposeful existence lingered in our strong-willed and very much independent characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, we took a risk and made a choice. She turned to her colorful world of the Arts and I veered to a noble profession. But our passion for writing and photography and penchant for all about what life has to offer brought us back in the mighty encompassing power of the pen and mind or in today’s word – blogging with heart and mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscent of Jordin Sparks who won the American Idol in 2007 - No longer afraid, reclaiming our dreams, coming out of our shells, not settling for less but aiming for the best – “gone are the shadows and doubts, that was then, we are made up of more than our yesterdays – This IS our Now!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2354312810656572326-696701481913064726?l=womensniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://womensniche.blogspot.com/feeds/696701481913064726/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="numbness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hurt" /><title>Heart Gone Numb</title><content type="html">There are times poetic words come in flashes on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Resembling a constant flow of water stream from a babbling brook&lt;br /&gt;No longer do I feel the crave&lt;br /&gt;To put into words what makes me rage&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days and nights&lt;br /&gt;When I find refuge in a cathartic cry&lt;br /&gt;For thy heart had gone numb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2354312810656572326-5350768076470263214?l=womensniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://womensniche.blogspot.com/2008/04/heart-gone-numb.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8HSX8yfyp7ImA9WxdVGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2354312810656572326.post-1077218363038445396</id><published>2008-07-24T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:30:38.197-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-24T22:30:38.197-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogging" /><title>Hi everyone</title><content type="html">Hi while blog hoppin I saw this post generator page and thought it was fun. Below is an example of blog post I have generated from &lt;a href="http://www.aussiebloggers.com.au/"&gt;aussiebloggers'&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.aussiebloggers.com.au/blogpost.html"&gt;lazy bloggers post generator&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez! I just had a cup of tea and realized I have not updated this since I fell in love!... You would not believe how insane my life has become. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hopped up on caffeine with discovering time doesn't stand still, just generally being asleep, dreaming and chancing to society in general, my day often feels wasted from crawling out of bed at 6.30 to whenever. I am so tired. life happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make a solemn vow I will blog about it when I find my way home. Sincerest apologies. This is for our ever faithful, devoted public...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32iacpwcuDM/SIhtp7Xt90I/AAAAAAAAAAw/VvTVw8LQMxE/s1600-h/down_among_the_daisies_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32iacpwcuDM/SIhtp7Xt90I/AAAAAAAAAAw/VvTVw8LQMxE/s200/down_among_the_daisies_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226547934642698050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2354312810656572326-1077218363038445396?l=womensniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://womensniche.blogspot.com/feeds/1077218363038445396/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2354312810656572326&amp;postID=1077218363038445396&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/1077218363038445396?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/1077218363038445396?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WomensNiche/~3/acnVxmaXZ3A/hi-everyone.html" title="Hi everyone" /><author><name>sachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32iacpwcuDM/SIhtp7Xt90I/AAAAAAAAAAw/VvTVw8LQMxE/s72-c/down_among_the_daisies_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://womensniche.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi-everyone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAHR38zeyp7ImA9WxdVFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2354312810656572326.post-1453318142407039155</id><published>2008-07-20T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:52:16.183-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-20T19:52:16.183-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="women at work" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girls" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poverty" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girl effect" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="world issues" /><title>Sharing the Girl Effect</title><content type="html">While browsing the internet, I saw this website (girleffect) and decided to share it to everyone else hoping to help many girls in the world. Please take a moment to watch this video I got from &lt;a href="http://www.girleffect.org/" target="_blank"&gt;girleffect&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WIvmE4_KMNw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WIvmE4_KMNw&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to leave a comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2354312810656572326-1453318142407039155?l=womensniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://womensniche.blogspot.com/feeds/1453318142407039155/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2354312810656572326&amp;postID=1453318142407039155&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/1453318142407039155?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/1453318142407039155?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WomensNiche/~3/upCa7gX56D8/sharing-girl-effect.html" title="Sharing the Girl Effect" /><author><name>sachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://womensniche.blogspot.com/2008/07/sharing-girl-effect.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMARH4zeyp7ImA9WxdTFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2354312810656572326.post-4157268868767068133</id><published>2008-05-08T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:07:25.083-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-11T23:07:25.083-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bloggers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mother's day" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mother and child" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mom bloggers" /><title>To all MOMs: Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32iacpwcuDM/SCMB7oydOAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/BkPh8IgkAQM/s1600-h/mother%27s+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32iacpwcuDM/SCMB7oydOAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/BkPh8IgkAQM/s200/mother%27s+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198000518988642306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hands and arms softly cares&lt;br /&gt;As she carries her baby&lt;br /&gt;Hums a sweet song&lt;br /&gt;As she lulls her child to sleep&lt;br /&gt;These we muse about our moms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassatt, Mary&lt;br /&gt;Mother and Child&lt;br /&gt;1889&lt;br /&gt;Oil on canvas&lt;br /&gt;90 x 64.5 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artchive.com/artchive/C/cassatt/cassatt_mother_and_child.jpg.html"&gt;Wichita Art Museum, Kansas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2354312810656572326-4157268868767068133?l=womensniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://womensniche.blogspot.com/feeds/4157268868767068133/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2354312810656572326&amp;postID=4157268868767068133&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/4157268868767068133?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/4157268868767068133?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WomensNiche/~3/J97sdHr3De0/tribute-to-all-mom-bloggers.html" title="To all MOMs: Happy Mother's Day!" /><author><name>sachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32iacpwcuDM/SCMB7oydOAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/BkPh8IgkAQM/s72-c/mother%27s+day.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://womensniche.blogspot.com/2008/05/tribute-to-all-mom-bloggers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cERHszfSp7ImA9WxdTEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2354312810656572326.post-4436136254411823223</id><published>2008-05-06T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T06:03:25.585-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-06T06:03:25.585-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tuesday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dreams" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="childhood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="artworks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="women at work" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="woman artist" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paintings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="MALL" /><title>MALL: A Truly Exceptional  Woman Artist</title><content type="html">I am captivated by  her whimsical artworks...the way she is rendering colors and brush strokes... Her great paintings remind me of my wonderful childhood... and I see myself as a child full of dreams wandering in a magical world every time I look at her works.  Hmmn... I'm  in love with her artworks! (obviously;) my post today is about M.A.LL). You must see &lt;a href="http://nnayam.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt;, and fall in love with her artworks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWmw4JUke80/SCBTXgwg7XI/AAAAAAAAABA/cLaQscW8Zg4/s1600-h/untitled2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWmw4JUke80/SCBTXgwg7XI/AAAAAAAAABA/cLaQscW8Zg4/s320/untitled2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197245633381068146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of her artworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="caption"&gt;Babu at the Torii,&lt;br /&gt;Acrylics + Coloured Pencils on Wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know who is M.A.LL visit her blog or  &lt;a href="http://www.mayannlicudine.com/mall_home.html" target="_blank"&gt;her portfolio&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2354312810656572326-4436136254411823223?l=womensniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://womensniche.blogspot.com/feeds/4436136254411823223/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2354312810656572326&amp;postID=4436136254411823223&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/4436136254411823223?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/4436136254411823223?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WomensNiche/~3/MO387PiT1z8/mall-truly-exceptional-woman-artist.html" title="MALL: A Truly Exceptional  Woman Artist" /><author><name>wn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iWmw4JUke80/R-0SLyIPPvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-fyIjkaKvV0/S220/dazed2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWmw4JUke80/SCBTXgwg7XI/AAAAAAAAABA/cLaQscW8Zg4/s72-c/untitled2.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://womensniche.blogspot.com/2008/05/mall-truly-exceptional-woman-artist.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4HQnk4fSp7ImA9WxZaF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2354312810656572326.post-7373530423824044804</id><published>2008-05-01T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:08:53.735-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-01T22:08:53.735-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thursday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prose" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="auto-biography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="singles" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="single blessedness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="high school days" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girl power" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short story" /><title>Nocturnally Prolific</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWmw4JUke80/SBqffgwg7UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5G7fh_c_r_g/s1600-h/three+women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWmw4JUke80/SBqffgwg7UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5G7fh_c_r_g/s200/three+women.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195640483843468610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="float: left; width: 200px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Three Women by Pablo Picasso, Oil on canvas; 200 x 185 cm. This is one of the most important of Picasso's Cubist works. He made about seventy sketches and rough drafts for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prologue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Autobiographical on the first few paragraphs but fictional nonetheless.  The poet tries her skill on short story.  So, the rest is purely fictional but the literary critic herself states this is also mostly psychological.  Grins,  Beams and Smiles.  = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Almost two decades (sixteen years ago to be exact) have passed by quickly.  Days of grueling Math home works, T.H.E. trying to unleash the creative side of high school students, classes divided by walls that can be parted when needed, you have your own peer groups or "barkada."  (Yes, I do have my barkada back then).   Ours was the most diverse, I think.  We were five in the group.  Two were kinda boyish and the rest of us were classy damsels in the making.  Sigh.  Years I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, to cut it short I was closer to the two like-minded girls.  We remained friends even when we took different courses in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last week we found time to have our group date.  It was fun talking about what happened in each other's lives while having a delightful snack in our favorite cake house.  Dana who was a beauty queen way back in college turned out to be a happy stage actress.  She was the most friendly and sociable among the three of us.  While Christine is a top executive of a prestigious marketing agency and my world revolves around charitable organizations I pioneered.  We are still blessed singles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since I am the listener in the group what I am about to share might appear bias and subjective.  I know batch 1995 comprise of independent singles and proud mothers in their respective budding families.  I have a feeling majority of us are still singles.  (Probably because we came from the only exclusive girl high school).  That I have to prove.  Hmmm, survey?!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you belong to the female species and still single by late 20's and early 30's, guard yourself against the downpour of ridicule and "parinig" or side comments of the Filipino culture.  (But that's another topic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, back to the pretty damsels.  Our topic revolved around Christine, who despite her being an executive is dumb when it comes to the heart department.  (Look who's talking . . . hehe).  Dana, who always attracts bees because of her amiable aura and enchanting personality kept telling Christine to detach herself from a close guy friend.  "Stop agonizing yourself, will you?"  an exasperated Dana blurted out.  "Enjoy life.  Go out and have fun!  Don't just live within the four corners of your office on that gargantuan building where you work," the well-travelled stage actress said.  "Well, I can't help it.  What were those thoughtful notes he always left at my desk, those times of knowing glances, the days we were buddies on seminars . . ."  "Let me point out to you he's exclusively dating someone that would eventually lead to a committed relationship."  "But he still can find the time to ask how I am?"  "That's a sign that he is just an amusing selfish charmer.  Add to that he's a chronic liar.  You do still hate dishonest guys, right?"  "Well, ummm . . . but those are only white lies.  I'm not perfect either.  Even if I say I'm a very honest person.  Somehow I've told little white lies myself."  "Very true, we're only humans - infallible," the quietest said.  " 'tin, are you hearing yourself?  When a guy raises your hope basically because he's just showing his amore for you, do you analyze his efforts?  Was he faking his actions and finally when he's on the verge of declaring his love for you, does he look you in the eye?," the carefree feminist asked.  "Since when did you become such an expert on this topic?," gasped an enlightened gleaming Christine (but sounding more like she's on the brink of losing her temper with Dana).  You see Dana eventhough a lot courted her haven't had a long-term relationship with any guy.  She's just such a strongly opinionated feminist, the "Queen of Sweeping Generalizations."  "What I'm trying to say is let him chase and pursue you.  Show subtle hints but never ever be the one to proclaim your deep feelings."  "Well, Dana they're both rational types.  They tend to reason with love.  When it comes to matters of the heart you don't rule your mind over it," the thinker uttered.  "Oh dear, since when have you become a disillusioned dreamer?," the surprised melodic engaging voice of the actress asked.  "I have my fair share of unreciprocated loves, that's all," I stated.  "My dear girlfriends it looks like we're having a heated conversation here.  How about if we attend a culinary workshop for baking since we are all fond of cakes and pastries," the calm and collected said.  "Wow!  That sounds a nice idea," the leader mumbled.  "And maybe we could meet every Saturday or Sunday and attend a LSS," the energetic performer ranted.  "We could also form our own "Give-Back-Love-Grateful-for-Everything" group to our community," I chided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S.  Forgive me my dear "barkada" in High School.  I borrowed a part of our younger lives.  Who's the writer in here, anyway?  Smiles.  = )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2354312810656572326-7373530423824044804?l=womensniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://womensniche.blogspot.com/feeds/7373530423824044804/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2354312810656572326&amp;postID=7373530423824044804&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/7373530423824044804?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/7373530423824044804?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WomensNiche/~3/ArZu6qmml7Y/nocturnally-prolific.html" title="Nocturnally Prolific" /><author><name>wn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iWmw4JUke80/R-0SLyIPPvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-fyIjkaKvV0/S220/dazed2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWmw4JUke80/SBqffgwg7UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5G7fh_c_r_g/s72-c/three+women.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://womensniche.blogspot.com/2008/05/nocturnally-prolific.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUNQHw6eip7ImA9WxZaEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2354312810656572326.post-7442734596272513845</id><published>2008-04-25T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T03:38:11.212-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-26T03:38:11.212-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="habit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sunday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction" /><title>Habit</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32iacpwcuDM/SBLS9pghn6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/t5c5cD6rJVI/s1600-h/dolgachov061100033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32iacpwcuDM/SBLS9pghn6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/t5c5cD6rJVI/s400/dolgachov061100033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193445276867731362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyday I see my reflection on the mirror and sunken eyes are staring back at me. I don’t know what happened to me. I feel like that I am no longer myself. My looks didn’t change except from the little darkness around my eyes. I do sleep well but I don’t know why I still have my ugly eye bags, probably due to depression. My friends usually tease me about taking drugs. Yes, maybe I am an addict, addicted to the past.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I miss my old self. Today, I’m trying to live like I used to be. I go to work as always, visit my friends often, and go shopping with my sister when I have the time. Nothing has change much to my life except myself. Only one person can exactly tell that something is bothering me and that person is you. Sadly, you are no longer here in my life to tell me that. No matter how much I want our friendship to last forever, it slowly drifts away like sands taken by the wind. It is true that the people who have already served their purpose in your life are often taken from you too soon. And now that you are gone, no friend will truly understand me like you do. How can I start living my life without you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, maybe you are a habit that is hard to break. I often pray to God for guidance as I teach myself on how to break this habit before my life will be taken away from me. You are right; life is too short to be wasted. I want to enjoy life like you used to tell me. Tomorrow I will let go of your memories to break free from this habit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2354312810656572326-7442734596272513845?l=womensniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://womensniche.blogspot.com/feeds/7442734596272513845/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2354312810656572326&amp;postID=7442734596272513845&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/7442734596272513845?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/7442734596272513845?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WomensNiche/~3/CxH1_uTEMrM/habit.html" title="Habit" /><author><name>sachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32iacpwcuDM/SBLS9pghn6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/t5c5cD6rJVI/s72-c/dolgachov061100033.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://womensniche.blogspot.com/2008/04/habit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IGRnw-fSp7ImA9WxZaEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2354312810656572326.post-4696248461656053261</id><published>2008-04-24T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:58:47.255-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-24T21:58:47.255-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sunday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="change" /><title>Change</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Change is inevitable and constant. That is why many people resist it. They’re always afraid of the unknown and afraid of losing their comfort zones. To conquer this fear one must be open to all possibilities and must be willing to try something new. However, there is the notion that when you change something in your life, you must also change everything that comprises it. Obviously every action has a counterpart result. One should accept that consequences are always part of every action. It is only through acceptance that you can see the land of possibilities. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s never too late, you can start making changes in your life today! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2354312810656572326-4696248461656053261?l=womensniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://womensniche.blogspot.com/feeds/4696248461656053261/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2354312810656572326&amp;postID=4696248461656053261&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/4696248461656053261?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/4696248461656053261?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WomensNiche/~3/xOJGGAbNPBo/change.html" title="Change" /><author><name>wn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iWmw4JUke80/R-0SLyIPPvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-fyIjkaKvV0/S220/dazed2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://womensniche.blogspot.com/2008/04/change.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4BSH85fCp7ImA9WxZUF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2354312810656572326.post-7281379621044510271</id><published>2008-04-09T02:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:35:59.124-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-09T19:35:59.124-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thursday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="artwork" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="summer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="flowers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry" /><title>Nice artwork!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/runawaymule/07/tmpphpI9y1qb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 281px;" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/runawaymule/07/tmpphpI9y1qb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..colors make our world seen in varied shades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as a shower of flowers and its petals cascades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2354312810656572326-7281379621044510271?l=womensniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://womensniche.blogspot.com/feeds/7281379621044510271/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2354312810656572326&amp;postID=7281379621044510271&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/7281379621044510271?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/7281379621044510271?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WomensNiche/~3/P3YH13gEz_8/nice-artwork.html" title="Nice artwork!" /><author><name>wn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iWmw4JUke80/R-0SLyIPPvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-fyIjkaKvV0/S220/dazed2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/runawaymule/07/th_tmpphpI9y1qb.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://womensniche.blogspot.com/2008/04/nice-artwork.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cBSHo4eip7ImA9WxZUF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2354312810656572326.post-1445335941669126609</id><published>2008-04-04T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:37:39.432-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-09T19:37:39.432-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vacation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="summer" /><title>Lovin’ the summer!</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s284.photobucket.com/albums/ll23/lexi6496/?action=view&amp;amp;current=summer.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll23/lexi6496/summer.jpg" alt="Summer" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;picture by &lt;a href="http://s284.photobucket.com/albums/ll23/lexi6496/"&gt;lexi6496&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We all love summer, colorful fabric, fancy sunglasses, sleek flip flops, icy glass coolers, sexy bikinis and the wonderful sea. Are you ready to beat the heat? Here are some cool-i-cious vacation tips to enjoy your summer:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;*Plan your vacation trip at least one week before to get transpo and hotel reservations ready. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;*Do not schedule your vacation in between your business trips to avoid rush and other business calls.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;*Travel with a light and carry-all back pack. Bring only the essential items like travel documents (passport, ID, etc.), few clothes, camera, charger, your handy magic pouch (toothbrush, deodorant, sun block lotion, etc.).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;*Make your vacation safe and worry free. Do not bring all your cash or credit cards with you when you go out and have a copy of your close friends’ numbers just in case of emergency others can inform them immediately.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;*Just enjoy, eat, relax and have fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2354312810656572326-1445335941669126609?l=womensniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://womensniche.blogspot.com/feeds/1445335941669126609/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2354312810656572326&amp;postID=1445335941669126609&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/1445335941669126609?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/1445335941669126609?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WomensNiche/~3/V2v2Fd0FdF8/lovin-summer.html" title="Lovin’ the summer!" /><author><name>wn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iWmw4JUke80/R-0SLyIPPvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-fyIjkaKvV0/S220/dazed2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://womensniche.blogspot.com/2008/04/lovin-summer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EMRHk4fip7ImA9WxZUE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2354312810656572326.post-7494364947975419213</id><published>2008-04-04T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T03:41:25.736-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-04T03:41:25.736-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thursday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hopeless romanticism" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sentiments" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="musings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moments" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bliss" /><title>Moments with Him</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Walkin' home . . . flashes of soundless lightning warns a downpour of rain after a very hot and humid day. It's past two hours before midnight and the nightsky is a deep purplish amber hue. Suddenly, she had an inkling instinctive nostalgic episodes of those unabashed naive moments with him. Wanna hold on to those brief scenes of sweet bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2354312810656572326-7494364947975419213?l=womensniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://womensniche.blogspot.com/feeds/7494364947975419213/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2354312810656572326&amp;postID=7494364947975419213&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/7494364947975419213?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/7494364947975419213?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WomensNiche/~3/oCiqeAIXtn8/moments-with-him.html" title="Moments with Him" /><author><name>Chasmal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://womensniche.blogspot.com/2008/04/moments-with-him.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UFQHs9cSp7ImA9WxZUEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2354312810656572326.post-1817231338571571576</id><published>2008-03-31T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:46:51.569-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-31T21:46:51.569-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tuesday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="women at work" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="job hopper" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="job" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="career" /><title>Are You a Job Hopper?</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s101.photobucket.com/albums/m41/pops66/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jobs.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 248px; height: 203px;" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m41/pops66/jobs.jpg" alt="jobs" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;picture by &lt;a href="http://s101.photobucket.com/albums/m41/pops66/"&gt;pops66&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many people search for the right vocation and hope that they will find it to finally settle down. They endlessly seek for the job they really wanted and as a result they become a habitual job hopper. The good thing about being a job hopper is you become exposed to various workplaces. It may also teach you a lot of things particularly on interpersonal skills and other learning experiences of life.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, the bad consequence of this is that you tend to waste your time instead of investing it in your career life. Another disadvantage of changing your job often is you do not earn much because you spend a lot of money while looking for a new job. On the other hand, some people have a counter argument about this. Job hopping will raise your salary offer. In this case, it always depends on the reason why you change your job. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is quiet understandable to be a job hopper in your early career life because you are still finding your right vocation, but to make it a habit through the years of your life it is not good at all. It is fine to stay on your job for ten years and after that it is healthier to leave. But leaving after few months or a year? Whoa! You better be wise  in choosing the right job. The choice is yours, be a job hopper or start building your long and lasting career. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2354312810656572326-1817231338571571576?l=womensniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://womensniche.blogspot.com/feeds/1817231338571571576/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2354312810656572326&amp;postID=1817231338571571576&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/1817231338571571576?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/1817231338571571576?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WomensNiche/~3/xC09oLgSfCQ/are-you-job-hopper.html" title="Are You a Job Hopper?" /><author><name>wn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iWmw4JUke80/R-0SLyIPPvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-fyIjkaKvV0/S220/dazed2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://womensniche.blogspot.com/2008/03/are-you-job-hopper.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUNSHozfyp7ImA9WxZVF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2354312810656572326.post-2208313410839971512</id><published>2008-03-28T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T07:58:19.487-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-28T07:58:19.487-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny" /><title>"I have contacts"</title><content type="html">Here is one of the funny stories I stumbled today...enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A traffic policeman stops a woman and asks to see her driving licence.&lt;br /&gt;'Lady, it says here that you should be wearing glasses when driving.'&lt;br /&gt;Well,' replies the woman, 'I have contacts.'&lt;br /&gt;'Lady, I don't care who you know, your still going to get a ticket."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2354312810656572326-2208313410839971512?l=womensniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://womensniche.blogspot.com/feeds/2208313410839971512/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2354312810656572326&amp;postID=2208313410839971512&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/2208313410839971512?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/2208313410839971512?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WomensNiche/~3/nWCI1UrPSro/i-have-contacts.html" title="&quot;I have contacts&quot;" /><author><name>wn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iWmw4JUke80/R-0SLyIPPvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-fyIjkaKvV0/S220/dazed2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://womensniche.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-contacts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQERXk-fCp7ImA9WxZUE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2354312810656572326.post-6567010016632750719</id><published>2008-03-28T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T03:51:44.754-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-04T03:51:44.754-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thursday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="verses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rhymes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry" /><title>Chagrin</title><content type="html">Apollo's beckon&lt;br /&gt;Left me to reckon&lt;br /&gt;Whilst not leaving me&lt;br /&gt;Chagrined as I can be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2354312810656572326-6567010016632750719?l=womensniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://womensniche.blogspot.com/feeds/6567010016632750719/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2354312810656572326&amp;postID=6567010016632750719&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/6567010016632750719?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/6567010016632750719?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WomensNiche/~3/CwUwtey8r_k/test-post.html" title="Chagrin" /><author><name>Chasmal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://womensniche.blogspot.com/2008/03/test-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04DQno-cCp7ImA9WxdQFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2354312810656572326.post-4554337987398050916</id><published>2008-03-01T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T03:39:33.458-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-14T03:39:33.458-07:00</app:edited><title>About Us</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome to WN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WN started when... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The twenty-something naturally artistic Sachi always bubbly and happy to talk about her everyday-life experiences one day declared, "Why don't we blog?!"  "Well, why not.  It's about time!" responded Chasmal, her resolute thirty-something colleague. Almost seven months have passed when they first met at work and found out they have similar interests and likes. (Somewhere along the words above is another fave thing of the two).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In between the girly gibberish talk, they discovered their inclination towards the Arts. And as days, weeks and months pass by they only got more amazed with each other.  Passion to read, blog, surf the net, research, write, open-mindedness in entrepreneurship, the innate desire to learn more in life either through higher studies and living in this so-called life binds them in sisterhood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Their deep-rooted penchant for photography is complementary of their love to explore and travel the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As women of the new wave, let us take you in the vast expanse of embracing the world gracefully with the wit, charm and a heart of a woman!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2354312810656572326-4554337987398050916?l=womensniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://womensniche.blogspot.com/feeds/4554337987398050916/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2354312810656572326&amp;postID=4554337987398050916&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/4554337987398050916?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2354312810656572326/posts/default/4554337987398050916?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WomensNiche/~3/CuE_6d_R8Ho/about-us.html" title="About Us" /><author><name>sachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://womensniche.blogspot.com/2008/03/about-us.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

