<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701336</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:57:20.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arwen's sanctuary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyarwen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701336/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyarwen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lady arwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974419180713780030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.gransito.com/ilsignoredeglianelli/RitornodelRe/Poster/arwen.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701336.post-109894418283016831</id><published>2004-10-28T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T14:16:22.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>important lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most Important Lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my second month of nursing school, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question, would count toward our quiz grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say 'hello'."I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second Important Lesson ~ Pickup in the Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, at 11:30 PM, an older African-American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rain storm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict filled 1960s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxi cab. She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached. It read: Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third Important Lesson ~ Always remember those who serve you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 year old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked."Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it. "Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied. The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies - You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth Important Lesson ~ The Obstacle in Our Path&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the king for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way. Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the king indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fifth Important Lesson ~ Giving When it Counts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Lily who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5 year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes, I'll do it if it will save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away?" Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her. You see, understanding and attitude, after all, is everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701336-109894418283016831?l=ladyarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyarwen.blogspot.com/feeds/109894418283016831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701336&amp;postID=109894418283016831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701336/posts/default/109894418283016831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701336/posts/default/109894418283016831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyarwen.blogspot.com/2004/10/important-lessons_28.html' title='&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;important lessons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>lady arwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974419180713780030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.gransito.com/ilsignoredeglianelli/RitornodelRe/Poster/arwen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701336.post-109894402255298357</id><published>2004-10-28T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T14:13:42.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inteview with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I dreamed I had an interview with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you would like to interview me?" God asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you have the time" I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God smiled. "My time is eternity."&lt;br /&gt;"What questions do you have in mind for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What surprises you most about humankind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God answered...&lt;br /&gt;"That they get bored with childhood,&lt;br /&gt;they rush to grow up, and then&lt;br /&gt;long to be children again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That they lose their health to make money...&lt;br /&gt;and then lose their money to restore their health."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That by thinking anxiously about the future,&lt;br /&gt;they forget the present,&lt;br /&gt;such that they live in neither&lt;br /&gt;the present nor the future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That they live as if they will never die,&lt;br /&gt;and die as though they had never lived."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's hand took mine&lt;br /&gt;and we were silent for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I asked...&lt;br /&gt;"As a parent, what are some of life's lessons&lt;br /&gt;you want your children to learn?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To learn they cannot make anyone&lt;br /&gt;love them. All they can do&lt;br /&gt;is let themselves be loved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To learn that it is not good&lt;br /&gt;to compare themselves to others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To learn to forgive&lt;br /&gt;by practicing forgiveness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To learn that it only takes a few seconds&lt;br /&gt;to open profound wounds in those they love,&lt;br /&gt;and it can take many years to heal them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To learn that a rich person&lt;br /&gt;is not one who has the most,&lt;br /&gt;but is one who needs the least."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To learn that there are people&lt;br /&gt;who love them dearly,&lt;br /&gt;but simply have not yet learned&lt;br /&gt;how to express or show their feelings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To learn that two people can&lt;br /&gt;look at the same thing&lt;br /&gt;and see it differently."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To learn that it is not enough that they&lt;br /&gt;forgive one another, but they must also forgive&lt;br /&gt;themselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for your time," I said humbly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there anything else&lt;br /&gt;you would like your children to know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God smiled and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Just know that I am here... always."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-author unknown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701336-109894402255298357?l=ladyarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyarwen.blogspot.com/feeds/109894402255298357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701336&amp;postID=109894402255298357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701336/posts/default/109894402255298357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701336/posts/default/109894402255298357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyarwen.blogspot.com/2004/10/inteview-with-god.html' title='&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inteview with God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>lady arwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974419180713780030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.gransito.com/ilsignoredeglianelli/RitornodelRe/Poster/arwen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701336.post-109766067469266615</id><published>2004-10-13T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T18:07:44.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one that got away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funny how we feel mixed emotions when we think about what ifs and what would have been...The problem comes when we allow these feelings to settle there. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that got away&lt;br /&gt;Source: The Manila Times&lt;br /&gt;By: Mark J. Macapagal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your life, you'll make note of a lot of people. Ones with whom you shared something special, ones who will always mean something. There's the one you first kissed, the one you first loved, the one you lost your virginity to, the one you put on a pedestal, the one you're with...and the one that got away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the one that got away? I guess it's that person with who everything was great, everything was perfect, but the timing was just wrong. There was no fault in the person, there was no flaw in the chemistry, but the cards just didn't fall the right way, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the fact that ending up with someone, finding a longtime partner that is, does not lie merely in the other person. I can actually argue that an equal part, or maybe even the greater part, has to do with the matter of timing. It has to do with you being ready to settle down and commit to someone in a way that goes beyond the little niceties of giddy romance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often have you gone through it without even realizing it? When you're not ready to commit in that mature manner, it doesn't matter who you're with, it just doesn't work. Small problems become big; inconsequentials become dealbreakers simply because you're not ready and it shows. It's not that you and the person you're with are no good; it's just that it's not yet right, and little things become the flashpoint of that fact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day you're ready. You really are. And when this happens you'll be ready to settle down with someone. He or she may not be the most perfect, they might not be the brightest star of romance to ever have burned in your life, but it'll work because you're ready. It'll work because it's the right time and you'll make it work. And it'll make sense, it really will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that day comes when you're finally making sense of things, and you find yourself to be a different person. Things are different, your approach is different, you finally understand who you are and what you want, and you've become ready because the time has truly arrived. And mind you, there's no&lt;br /&gt;telling when this day will come. Hopefully you're single but you could be in a long-term relationship, you could be married with three kids, it doesn't matter. All you know is that you've changed, and for some reason, the one that got away, is the first person you think about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll think about them because you'll wonder, "What if they were here today?" You'll wonder, "What if we were together now, with me as I am and not as I was?" That's what the one that got away is. The biggest "What if?" you'll have in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're married, you'll just have to accept the fact that the one that got away, got away. Believe me, no matter how fairy tale you think your marriage is, this can happen to the best of us. But hopefully you're mature enough to realize that you're already with the one you're with and this is just another test of your commitment, one which will just strengthen your marriage when you get past it. Sure, you'll think about him/her every so often, but it's alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never nice to live with a "might have been," but it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the one that got away is the one who's already married. In which case it's the same thing. You just have to accept and know that your memories of that person will probably bring a nice little smile to your lips in the future when you're old and gray and reminiscing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if neither of that is the case, then it's different. What do you do if it's not yet too late? Simple...find him, find her. Because the very existence of a "one that got away" means that you'll always wonder, what if you got that one? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ask him out to coffee, ask her out to a movie, it doesn't matter if you've dropped in from out of nowhere. You'd be surprised, you just might be "the one that got away" as well for the person who is your "the one that got away." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might drop in from out of nowhere and it won't make a difference. If the timing is finally right, it'll all just fall into place somehow and you know, I'm thinking, it would be a great feeling, in the end, to be able to say to someone, "Hey you, you're the one that almost got away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701336-109766067469266615?l=ladyarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyarwen.blogspot.com/feeds/109766067469266615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701336&amp;postID=109766067469266615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701336/posts/default/109766067469266615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701336/posts/default/109766067469266615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyarwen.blogspot.com/2004/10/one-that-got-away.html' title='the one that got away'/><author><name>lady arwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974419180713780030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.gransito.com/ilsignoredeglianelli/RitornodelRe/Poster/arwen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701336.post-109766082828297655</id><published>2004-10-13T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T17:47:08.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone to watch over me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There’s a saying old says that love is blind&lt;br /&gt;Still we’re often told, seek and ye shall find&lt;br /&gt;So I’m going to seek a certain lad I’ve had in mind&lt;br /&gt;Looking everywhere, haven’t found him yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s the big affair I cannot forget&lt;br /&gt;Only man I ever think of with regret&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to add his initial to my monogram&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a somebody I’m longing to see&lt;br /&gt;I hope that he turns out to be&lt;br /&gt;Someone who’ll watch over me&lt;br /&gt;I’m a little lamb who’s lost in the wood&lt;br /&gt;I know I could always be good&lt;br /&gt;Someone who’ll watch over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he may not be the man&lt;br /&gt;Some girls think of as handsome&lt;br /&gt;To my heart he carries the key&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you tell him please to put on some speed&lt;br /&gt;Follow my lead, oh, how I need&lt;br /&gt;Someone to watch over me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701336-109766082828297655?l=ladyarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyarwen.blogspot.com/feeds/109766082828297655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701336&amp;postID=109766082828297655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701336/posts/default/109766082828297655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701336/posts/default/109766082828297655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyarwen.blogspot.com/2004/10/someone-to-watch-over-me.html' title='someone to watch over me'/><author><name>lady arwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974419180713780030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.gransito.com/ilsignoredeglianelli/RitornodelRe/Poster/arwen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
