<?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-7376523247978338775</id><updated>2012-02-24T22:08:54.810-08:00</updated><category term='BTBTS'/><category term='education'/><category term='Philippines'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='list'/><category term='news'/><category term='contests'/><category term='fun run'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='garden'/><category term='events'/><category term='nature'/><category term='heartaches'/><category term='typhoon'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='Holy Week'/><category term='summer'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='travel'/><category term='job'/><category term='tips'/><category term='family'/><category term='pop culture'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='protection'/><category term='visa'/><category term='online dating'/><category term='kids'/><category term='pics'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='EWOC'/><category term='favorites'/><category term='personal'/><category term='product review'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='fruits'/><category term='contacts'/><category term='thanks'/><category term='music'/><category term='communication'/><category term='heart aches'/><category term='faith'/><category term='book'/><category term='life'/><category term='parents'/><category term='year end'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='words'/><category term='food'/><category term='colors'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='US'/><category term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Lj Salceda's Blog :)</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my world!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-8321568379591617761</id><published>2012-02-22T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T14:59:02.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Colors of February LJ Schroeder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_5QK7OYsyjE/T0Vpg2eAhoI/AAAAAAAAApU/K0NqRFSudME/s1600/DSC01239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colors of February&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;(Violet Cabbage Flowers, Bloody Oranges, Nasty Rashes, Pastel Skies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;LJ Schroeder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Q4wsoJyYFQ/T0Vpu70Y9xI/AAAAAAAAApk/CaWOn-mj0IY/s1600/DSC01139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Q4wsoJyYFQ/T0Vpu70Y9xI/AAAAAAAAApk/CaWOn-mj0IY/s400/DSC01139.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Violet Cabbage Flowers)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;One my fave things to do- admiring God's wonderful, colorful, sometimes intriguing creations. They are a mirror of how creative our Maker is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EOwtYL8atMg/T0Vp6T57bKI/AAAAAAAAAps/9izeangmZsc/s1600/DSC01196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EOwtYL8atMg/T0Vp6T57bKI/AAAAAAAAAps/9izeangmZsc/s400/DSC01196.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Blood Orange and Strawberries)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;For the first time, I had blood (moro) oranges c/o of our friend Katie and my fave fruit, strawberries as desserts for breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SzGfHhVqxT4/T0VpnV4ScJI/AAAAAAAAApc/GCUHruqsHkE/s1600/DSC01202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SzGfHhVqxT4/T0VpnV4ScJI/AAAAAAAAApc/GCUHruqsHkE/s400/DSC01202.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;(Side Effects of Sulfa- Rashes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Turned out I was allergic to the UTI meds that the doc prescribed to me. I developed burning rashes all over my arms, legs and chest. Not to mention terrible headaches and fever. Not a pleasant experience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_5QK7OYsyjE/T0Vpg2eAhoI/AAAAAAAAApU/K0NqRFSudME/s1600/DSC01239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_5QK7OYsyjE/T0Vpg2eAhoI/AAAAAAAAApU/K0NqRFSudME/s400/DSC01239.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;(Indulgence - Early Evening Skies.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;The best shot I was able to take. We were running late for our mid-term exams, so while we were ordering dinner from In &amp;amp; Out I snapped this at the parking area.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-8321568379591617761?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/8321568379591617761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2012/02/colors-of-february.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/8321568379591617761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/8321568379591617761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2012/02/colors-of-february.html' title='Colors of February LJ Schroeder'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Q4wsoJyYFQ/T0Vpu70Y9xI/AAAAAAAAApk/CaWOn-mj0IY/s72-c/DSC01139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-8428912424121916485</id><published>2012-02-15T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T15:58:06.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>The Little Wonders In Our Not (Yet) So Wonderful Backyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YiXQRLuHTDg/TyG3lUM9MwI/AAAAAAAAApM/HzDVksIRgtI/s1600/DSC01183.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cwhuRteQFrc/TyCe3eEYd8I/AAAAAAAAAoo/lO7qdkXDwHA/s1600/DSC01169.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nkaXr66ZoHU/TyCbfpmRRWI/AAAAAAAAAoY/J8tmhNcJmb0/s1600/DSC01178.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nkaXr66ZoHU/TyCbfpmRRWI/AAAAAAAAAoY/J8tmhNcJmb0/s400/DSC01178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701728096295667042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(My blank canvass. Wait 'til I turn it into a master piece or a haven whichever is doable.) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;The Little Wonders In Our Not (Yet) So Wonderful Backyard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Lj Schroeder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Growing-up in our grandparents' house with a huge yard abounding in trees (star apples, coconuts, guava, mangoes, aratiles, avocado, jackfruit, bananas etc.) stirred my love for nature and the outdoors. My cousins and I had more than enough ground to explore during our curious, energetic years. I remember searching for house spiders inside our &lt;b&gt;kweba&lt;/b&gt; (cave) for an insect match, catching fireflies at night and peaking inside our little hands to see if they do light up or sneaking after dragonflies or butterflies to check their colors or when I was stung by a family of bees while picking star apples one afternoon. Ouch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;When I moved to the metropolis- Manila from the province- Bicol one of the things I knew I was going to miss were the trees in our yard. But God answered my silent longings by allowing me to work in a company with a dormitory that was located in a more province-like part of the metro, surrounded by old trees mostly mangoes and star apples to my delight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quite the opposite happened when I, once again, relocated to the US and settled down with my husband in a beautiful valley called Rancho Cucamonga. Most neighborhoods here don't have much land area but majority of them have pretty flowers or a well-maintained yard. My husband however, is not really into gardening (I love him still) resulting in the present condition of our yard. Not that it's bad or ignored or trashed. There's just not much in there, yet I can see the potential. Or probably I just have too much spare time while I'm waiting for my elusive Green Card. (That's another post.) Anyway, it doesn't mean there's no beauty in an (almost) blank canvass or in this case backyard, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;So while I am in the process of converting our small piece of land into something exciting, I captured a few little things of beauty or interest in our soon-to-be WONDERFUL backyard. That's the goal. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpcy_I1Hp0s/TyCbd5IUcwI/AAAAAAAAAn4/oty5bIlvocY/s1600/DSC01177.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpcy_I1Hp0s/TyCbd5IUcwI/AAAAAAAAAn4/oty5bIlvocY/s400/DSC01177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701728066105275138" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(A tiny, wild yellow flower amidst our almost dying grass.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nMM3_h87IJE/TyCbdjuHhwI/AAAAAAAAAno/iku0puhH71A/s1600/DSC01162.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nMM3_h87IJE/TyCbdjuHhwI/AAAAAAAAAno/iku0puhH71A/s400/DSC01162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701728060358231810" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Frequent visits from hummingbirds.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YiXQRLuHTDg/TyG3lUM9MwI/AAAAAAAAApM/HzDVksIRgtI/s400/DSC01183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702040454933852930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;(A rare appearance by a blue bird. I don't know what type of bird.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cwhuRteQFrc/TyCe3eEYd8I/AAAAAAAAAoo/lO7qdkXDwHA/s400/DSC01169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701731804052486082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Not ours, but they've crossed the fence- our neighbor's lemons.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-MA_xR_cAE/TyCk7-ymzAI/AAAAAAAAAo0/CW5__zptZEI/s400/DSC01176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701738478625541122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(More colors and life come spring! My new flowers-primrose survived winter. Yay!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jkPN25dQSac/TyClnUanOcI/AAAAAAAAApA/lsSz0TYwLW0/s400/DSC01165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701739223164860866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;(Herbs- parsley, sweet basil and mint. My sweet basil are not looking too good right now though. :()&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-8428912424121916485?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/8428912424121916485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2012/02/little-wonders-in-our-not-yet-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/8428912424121916485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/8428912424121916485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2012/02/little-wonders-in-our-not-yet-so.html' title='The Little Wonders In Our Not (Yet) So Wonderful Backyard'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nkaXr66ZoHU/TyCbfpmRRWI/AAAAAAAAAoY/J8tmhNcJmb0/s72-c/DSC01178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-5620621947994543770</id><published>2012-01-11T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:39:28.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Stir Fry Chicken and Asparagus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Lately I've been trying a few recipes from the inter-net. One of our new faves is this chicken recipe I copied from the &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/food-network-kitchens/asparagus-and-chicken-stir-fry-recipe/index.html"&gt;Food Network&lt;/a&gt; with a few modifications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;STIR FRY CHICKEN AND ASPARAGUS  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5yGIewiYINU/TtBIAygW0bI/AAAAAAAAAmU/xGJ6d8laOPQ/s1600/DSC00028.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wzFicMxwCz8/TtBIAmXPmiI/AAAAAAAAAmI/JTyZM1vahFc/s1600/DSC00021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wzFicMxwCz8/TtBIAmXPmiI/AAAAAAAAAmI/JTyZM1vahFc/s400/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679118305249434146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;2 pcs medium size chicken breasts, cut into bite size &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;1 bundle fresh asparagus (cut into 1 inch length)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;1 cup sliced white mushrooms &lt;i&gt;(Optional. We tried this once and it added more flavor. I highly suggest adding this!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;2 tbsp minced spring onions/shallots &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;2-3 tbsp vegetable oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;2 cloves minced garlic or garlic powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;1 tbsp minced ginger or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); "&gt;ginger powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;1 tsp sugar &lt;i&gt;(Optional. If you like additional taste.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;1/2 cup sherry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;2 tbsp soy sauce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;salt for seasoning &lt;i&gt;(You can also omit this if you are in a low sodium diet.) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;1/2 cup water or chicken broth &lt;i&gt;(If you wish to make it saucier/tastier.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;corn starch &lt;i&gt;(The original recipe calls for this if you want to coat the chicken or prefer the sauce to be thicker. I omitted this and the recipe still turned out nicely.) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;black pepper  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Procedure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;1. Mix ginger (if powdered), garlic (if powdered), sugar, sherry, soy sauce, salt and marinate the chicken in the mixture for 20-30 mins. Set aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;2. Heat pan and put 2 tbsp of oil and stir fry asparagus, then mix mushrooms and spring onions. Remove from pan after 2-3 mins (don't overcook).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;3. Use the same pan and add the remaining oil. Sautee ginger and garlic if you prefer the minced/real ones. Stir fry marinated chicken until it's cooked/golden brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;4. Add water or chicken broth if you prefer for more sauce, simmer. Then add cooked veggies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;5. Season  with black pepper. Serve with rice. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Serves 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5yGIewiYINU/TtBIAygW0bI/AAAAAAAAAmU/xGJ6d8laOPQ/s400/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679118308508881330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-5620621947994543770?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/5620621947994543770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/11/stir-fry-chicken-and-asparagus.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/5620621947994543770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/5620621947994543770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/11/stir-fry-chicken-and-asparagus.html' title='Stir Fry Chicken and Asparagus'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wzFicMxwCz8/TtBIAmXPmiI/AAAAAAAAAmI/JTyZM1vahFc/s72-c/DSC00021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-1335927590004472240</id><published>2011-12-17T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T23:38:16.906-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typhoon'/><title type='text'>The Calm After The Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SsMkUfXE19I/AAAAAAAAAH8/keZ4XLHeNrA/s1600-h/typhoon+ondoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SsMkUfXE19I/AAAAAAAAAH8/keZ4XLHeNrA/s400/typhoon+ondoy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387189513699514322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;(picture c/o Yahoo.com and Reuters)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(I originally wrote this article back in October of 2009 as a reflection &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;after the devastating Typhoon Ondoy hit the Philippines&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;. Good Housekeeping magazine Philippines published it in their Jan/Feb 2010 issue under the Blessings section.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Calm After the Storm&lt;br /&gt;by Lj T. Schroeder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in the Philippines will not be complete without typhoons.  I lived most of my life in one of the most typhoon prone areas in the country- Bicol Region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I have experienced first-hand many traumatic typhoon days.  I have witnessed and accumulated countless typhoon stories and anecdotes. Floods, deaths, missing loved ones, injuries, ruined communities, powerless, waterless and sometimes sleepless nights are typical.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've cooked and ate local birds that have been victims themselves of the violent weather that sought refuge in our&lt;i&gt; nipa&lt;/i&gt; (coconut leaves) roofs. I can clearly remember our usual menu after a typhoon, if not the ever reliable sardines with &lt;i&gt;langka&lt;/i&gt; (jackfruit) in &lt;i&gt;(gata) &lt;/i&gt;coconut milk, its young &lt;i&gt;lubi-lubi&lt;/i&gt; (deadly nightshade) leaves in gata. One of the good things that happens after a storm is, you need not climb coconut trees to get fruits, because they are scattered everywhere. And firewood abound too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve known what it's like to line up for relief goods. We’ve experienced staying with relatives whose house were sturdier. We've taken turns fetching water from the community pump &lt;i&gt;(poso)&lt;/i&gt;. We had to  time our baths and learn how to re-use water and other essentials. For weeks, sometimes months everyone would be busy drying, cleaning, fixing and re-building things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in second grade when Typhoon Sisang hit Bicol.  Once daylight came, the first thing I saw was the blue-painted roof of our neighbor’s house in the main road. There was water, debris, uprooted trees and garbage everywhere. The trees looked like they’ve been stripped, that is if they are still standing. Electric lines were cut off and will not work for months. We couldn't watch the sole television station in the region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school which also served as an evacuation site was not spared from the strong winds and torrential rain. We held classes for almost an entire school year in our teachers’ homes or under the leafless mango tree or at the rice storage building &lt;i&gt;(tambobong)&lt;/i&gt; that felt like hell at noon time. We all sweat from the heat! People couldn’t make ice candy, ice water, (dirty) ice cream or run electric fans because there was no power supply. During those days generators were rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget what typhoon it was, but days before Christmas our province was hit again. Most of our &lt;i&gt;kabarangays&lt;/i&gt; (villagers) had already set-up Christmas trees and decors for the merriest season of the year. When the typhoon passed, chaos and destruction were all that was left. We spent candle lit, gloomy, silent nights during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in spite of the hardships and struggles, I also recall that those were the times when I appreciated togetherness, quietness and simplicity the most. The moon and stars became more visible at night without the lights, minus the trees that oftentimes block our views or the TV that steals our attention away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the moments when we spent more time together in front of a&lt;i&gt; siga&lt;/i&gt; (bonfire), or chatting and playing with the neighbors, singing songs or praying in the altar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storms teach us numerous things. They bring out the best or the worst in us- the real us.A calamity in whatever form or intensity reveals what we are capable of being and doing. They allow us to appreciate blessings, family and life. They make us realize how powerful nature is, and even more, its Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve learned to move on, to adapt, to make the most of our situation, to rely on one another, to give up certain things, to go back to basics, to start from scratch, to be stronger, to have faith, to wait and hope for better days and most of all to be prepared for the next storm life will bring us. :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-1335927590004472240?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/1335927590004472240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2009/09/from-typhoons-survivor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/1335927590004472240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/1335927590004472240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2009/09/from-typhoons-survivor.html' title='The Calm After The Storm'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SsMkUfXE19I/AAAAAAAAAH8/keZ4XLHeNrA/s72-c/typhoon+ondoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-6533268804522929460</id><published>2011-12-13T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T23:28:06.942-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Day :) Lj Schroeder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NHR1X4UHLT0/TuhNK5-6V5I/AAAAAAAAAnc/Q7Zm255dmZw/s1600/DSC00287.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Beautiful Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3NjVQh-tSg/TuhJT3300cI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpnkDORw0i8/s1600/DSC00228.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3NjVQh-tSg/TuhJT3300cI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpnkDORw0i8/s400/DSC00228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685875135319691714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt; Waking up to snow-covered mountains...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V52ICnIRPmg/TuhJUGHj0sI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ZZHZxzBab2c/s400/DSC00256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685875139143783106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color:#663300;"&gt;Driving home with double rainbows in the freeway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VkZ8THPNwV8/TuhJUlxO2JI/AAAAAAAAAnE/FWFJ-gJDlbg/s1600/DSC00281.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VkZ8THPNwV8/TuhJUlxO2JI/AAAAAAAAAnE/FWFJ-gJDlbg/s400/DSC00281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685875147640068242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can't even capture them with justice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m91jfbxs5GA/TuhJUCBuw9I/AAAAAAAAAm4/d8SxYnGfYr4/s1600/DSC00268.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m91jfbxs5GA/TuhJUCBuw9I/AAAAAAAAAm4/d8SxYnGfYr4/s400/DSC00268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685875138045592530" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;And golden sunset skies amidst the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NHR1X4UHLT0/TuhNK5-6V5I/AAAAAAAAAnc/Q7Zm255dmZw/s400/DSC00287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685879379313973138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;What lovely sights! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;What beautiful creations! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;What an awesome Creator!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Reminds me of this &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/QGlTzH9xkXQ"&gt;song &lt;/a&gt;from Phil Wickham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-6533268804522929460?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/6533268804522929460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/12/beautiful-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/6533268804522929460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/6533268804522929460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/12/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful Day :) Lj Schroeder'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3NjVQh-tSg/TuhJT3300cI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpnkDORw0i8/s72-c/DSC00228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-304131675566695436</id><published>2011-11-12T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T14:03:02.838-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contacts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><title type='text'>Dios Mabalos! by Lj Schroeder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pDaF3ASwHlw/Tr8C4PzIzRI/AAAAAAAAAlA/RqJiw_ZOTp4/s1600/232.jpg" style="color: #330000; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674257220847062290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pDaF3ASwHlw/Tr8C4PzIzRI/AAAAAAAAAlA/RqJiw_ZOTp4/s400/232.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Pictures c/o Arleth G. Photography, unless otherwise stated)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--cE7cCxLsMU/Tr78EhlemXI/AAAAAAAAAjU/UWO4mTvnjJI/s1600/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dios Mabalos!* &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lj Schroeder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;In time for Thanksgiving, (although long overdue) here is my shout out and thumbs-up to the talented group of vendors/suppliers/contacts that we've had the privilege of working with when John and I tied the knot last Sept. 25.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;I've accrued tons of lessons while preparing for our California garden wedding which I'm planning to share in another post. One of the many things I've realized is how ginormous the work, expense, time and hands (or heads) you need in order to make an average-sized traditional matrimony as less stressful yet memorable as possible. That's why these people/companies are heaven sent to me and John and we owe them a lot for helping make our day truly special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Hooray to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Denise and the rest of the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/wingdingzonline"&gt;Wingdingz company&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for the SUPERB job of re-creating jist of our love story through our caricatures, the highlight of our wedding invitation. Most of the people who saw our invites were amazed at how excellent Denise's team is! &lt;i&gt;Funny, personal, unique, creative, cool&lt;/i&gt; were just some of the compliments we've heard from them.  Before I left for the US, I was able to request Wingdingz to rush two copies of wedding posters and produce an on-line version of our wedding invite. That was very accommodating of them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674249735198644594" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--cE7cCxLsMU/Tr78EhlemXI/AAAAAAAAAjU/UWO4mTvnjJI/s400/005.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674254959236682450" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VM5rUdP15LE/Tr8A0mpNEtI/AAAAAAAAAkE/sGi2Trl9HgQ/s400/314.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ate &lt;a href="http://lailapaparamos.multiply.com/"&gt;Laila Papa Ramos &lt;/a&gt;and her company &lt;/b&gt;of hard-working sewers for the beautiful dresses I wore. She is the heart and hands behind my ivory wedding dress for the ceremony and my cream-colored evening dress for the reception. Her creations are flattering, comfortable and a work of art. She is willing to work within your budget without compromising your idea and deliver the products on time! One of the most generous and easy-to-work with woman that I know of. She not only did three of my gowns, but she had the time to make my Ma's dress, my veil and the rest of of our ceremonial stuff. Love you Ate Lai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674259216927229442" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hWMXQ1YOZXY/Tr8EsbxvBgI/AAAAAAAAAlk/vrLuqakuDmU/s400/060.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674250401671194994" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ruW4nmqtacw/Tr78rUY6qXI/AAAAAAAAAjg/OSg4nsgZL6M/s400/034.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/PUNI-DE-MALOLOS/116060962357"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Puni Malolos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for our give-aways and decors (sadly, I wasn't able to use the aisle decors because my Mom who was supposed to bring them to the US was denied of the US tourist visa). Anyhow, from the very start I've always wanted to incorporate parts of the Filipino culture to our wedding. Because one, I am proud of my heritage and two, I want to be a blessing to my country especially our small/medium enterprises. I decided to have a local product (butterfly ref magnet made from puni leaf) as our wedding give-away and a bird on a stick (also made from puni) as our aisle decors. Although I was satisfied with the quality, ease of transaction, price and time of delivery some of the butterflies' colors were a little off from the red/blue combination that I originally ordered. That said, I won't still have them any other way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674265240350750674" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bS8Uzrx305g/Tr8KLCxz99I/AAAAAAAAAl8/mICPRZI16gc/s400/Puni%2Bbutterfly.jpg" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 387px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #663333; font-size: 130%;"&gt;(pic c/o Puni Malolos) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #663333; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Our wonderful photographers- wife and husband duo &lt;a href="http://www.arlethg-blog.com/2011/09/lj-john-sierra-lakes-wedding.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arleth and Mario Guttierez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (they're not Filipinos but Latinos.) I've always dreamt of having a pre-nup photo session and when John and I first met Arleth she was on my side. :) I knew then that they were meant to be our photographers! Having them was one of the best decisions we've made for our wedding vendor's list. They are a joy and a blessing to work with because they understand the stress and the process of long-distance planning and having a bi-racial wedding. Mario even volunteered to carry boxes of drinks and other stuff for us and Arleth gave us an irresistible deal. Muchas gracias chica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674257215342450898" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GNJxNZ3AmFo/Tr8C37SvGNI/AAAAAAAAAk0/EcokMgDmQPs/s400/267.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674254964480386978" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WJOjX1LBtHQ/Tr8A06LZp6I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/UHNMNczBy3A/s400/353.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Arleth's cousin&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Hair-and-Makeup-Glitz-and-Glam-By-Ally3/132058570160323"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.By-Ally.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ally&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/a&gt;for my hair and make-up both for the pre-nup session and the wedding ceremony. She's a talented, hard-working, very flexible single-mom who has so much potential in this field. At first I was a bit worried that my eye-make-up for the pre-nup shoot was too heavy. But they looked amazing on the pics! How I wish I could have curly hair everyday (or maybe not). :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #663333; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674259223175141394" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0MQLQdmFMuU/Tr8EszDWmBI/AAAAAAAAAlw/SMo2r19SJJg/s400/043.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #663333; font-size: 130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #663333; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674259210016665378" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mWNCMLImT7Y/Tr8EsCCILyI/AAAAAAAAAlY/dmXahcija80/s400/037.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #663333; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Lastly, our floral supplier/arranger &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carolssecretgarden.com/"&gt;Carol's Secret Garden.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I was contemplating on doing our flowers by myself, but my concerned in-laws and friends won't let me have more to-do things in my list. So I didn't really expect anything phenomenal from CSG for fear of being disappointed despite seeing some pictures of their previous works. The day of our wedding came, I was so relieved that they considered some of my ideas (twigs, succulents, berries, hydrangeas) in the arrangements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674251293569250978" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XJzYfM2ErII/Tr79fO9-9qI/AAAAAAAAAjs/ztNB3Gwv8Ak/s400/201.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674254976549108930" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vPTn6nCkb6k/Tr8A1nIzvMI/AAAAAAAAAko/mpSNrDJKRO8/s400/303.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;The rest of our vendors either did a so-so job or a not-so-good job. :( That's another thing I've learned not just from our own wedding but from the dozens of weddings I've hosted/performed at/helped/coordinated/attended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;No wedding is free from imperfections/mishaps/drama (some planners or couples are just good at letting them slip away.) Instead of dwelling on the negative I'd rather choose to see and be grateful for the positive- the helpful people, affordable deals, the memories and the reason we're having a wedding in the first place... to spend the rest of our lives together, 'til death do us part.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #663333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674257233417157650" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B2GTT09l3HQ/Tr8C4-oFPBI/AAAAAAAAAlM/DBdkkWhNbgo/s400/229.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663333; font-size: 130%;"&gt;* God will repay you in Bicol dialect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-304131675566695436?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/304131675566695436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/11/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/304131675566695436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/304131675566695436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/11/thank-you.html' title='Dios Mabalos! by Lj Schroeder'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pDaF3ASwHlw/Tr8C4PzIzRI/AAAAAAAAAlA/RqJiw_ZOTp4/s72-c/232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-9052963785576478391</id><published>2011-09-29T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T00:40:40.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Favored and Blessed by Lj Salceda Schroeder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XS7QJ-Ix8PM/Tofc9tDOUeI/AAAAAAAAAi8/dSkBRfB-hXY/s1600/300836_278674648823774_123453714345869_1026481_1746345345_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XS7QJ-Ix8PM/Tofc9tDOUeI/AAAAAAAAAi8/dSkBRfB-hXY/s400/300836_278674648823774_123453714345869_1026481_1746345345_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658734409437565410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KcAsdngiseA/ToVsBKQ9olI/AAAAAAAAAi0/wwKt9vu7WfA/s1600/321847_2423202820548_1265817269_32804237_1250220110_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KcAsdngiseA/ToVsBKQ9olI/AAAAAAAAAi0/wwKt9vu7WfA/s400/321847_2423202820548_1265817269_32804237_1250220110_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658047274052067922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;(1st and 2nd pic c/o Arleth Gutierrez, 3rd pic c/o of Dede Neufeld)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favored and Blessed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lj Salceda Schroeder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;(Reflections on my last night as a single woman. I used part of this in my wedding vows and acknowledgments for the reception. )&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;My Ma never fails to remind me that I am a favored and blessed woman. I wish I could say that I've always believed her pronouncements but I'd be lying. Don't get me wrong, those are beautiful, heart-warming declarations that I would love to hear all the time, but those are also difficult words to digest and hold onto during tough days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Not this time though. Today more than ever those words are alive. I've never felt or seen them as clear and as true than this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;I am a favored and blessed woman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;I am marrying the answer to my Ma's prayers. The man I've learned and still is learning to love, to know and to stand by with. I am in a country where some people could only dream of living. I am warmly welcomed in homes and by people I'm not even related to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;My loved ones and friends may not be here to witness and celebrate with us on our wedding day, but what a comfort and a joy to be surrounded by the most loving, supportive new family. I am overwhelmed by their generosity and all the names that I now have to remember. :) They are all wonderful and I can't wait to spend some time and get to know them more. I thank the Lord for their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Being favored and blessed doesn't exempt one from hardships and pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;For the two years that John and I have been together, we've faced many challenging, scary and seemingly insurmountable circumstances. The struggles of a long-distance relationship, the paperwork, the expenses, unemployment, settling in the US, wedding preparations... And the adventures did not stop since I came here. On my second week in California, John's car was burglarized, his wallet was taken, my identity was stolen, his second wallet got lost that we had to call a friend to pay for our meal, my Ma's visa application was denied- twice and I'm sure there will be plenty more to come....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;It hasn't been an easy journey, but we made it this far. Being favored and blessed doesn't mean the absence of problems or the abundance in material things. It's not the presence of people you love or the comfort of a place you once called home. IT IS knowing we have God and He's got our back and everything else covered. He who made possible for John and I to meet and to be together will also be the One who will carry us through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-9052963785576478391?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/9052963785576478391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/09/favored-and-blessed-by-lj-salceda.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/9052963785576478391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/9052963785576478391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/09/favored-and-blessed-by-lj-salceda.html' title='Favored and Blessed by Lj Salceda Schroeder'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XS7QJ-Ix8PM/Tofc9tDOUeI/AAAAAAAAAi8/dSkBRfB-hXY/s72-c/300836_278674648823774_123453714345869_1026481_1746345345_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-4364632818038834776</id><published>2011-08-14T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T10:59:21.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Love ♥ On-line</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_4mjUlYQ6Os/TkQCOSpkbKI/AAAAAAAAAic/IcNZEzywL5Y/s1600/Snapshot%2B2011-08-11%2B09-22-53.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_4mjUlYQ6Os/TkQCOSpkbKI/AAAAAAAAAic/IcNZEzywL5Y/s400/Snapshot%2B2011-08-11%2B09-22-53.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639635077922319522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(our wedding invite cover c/o &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://wingdingz.designplusph.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wingdingz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love ♥ On-line&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lj T. Salceda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been meaning to write something... a lot of things actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip to Bicol...&lt;br /&gt;The K1 (Fiancee) Visa Process...&lt;br /&gt;Our Wedding Preparations...&lt;br /&gt;My last few days in the Philippines...&lt;div&gt;My first week in the US...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;And the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would I begin? So much to write about, so little time. So many things have transpired since my last article. Let me start by responding to one of the most asked questions I've gotten so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14px; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;"&gt;"i wud like to ask po sana kung anu pong christian site or social network nyo nakilala c mr. john (ur fiance)? thanks po! we miss u n po sa radio" - from a listener." (I would like to ask from what Christian site or social network did you meet your fiance John?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14px; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14px; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm your avid listener on i.u..just want t0 c0ngratulate u and ur husband t0 be 0n ur upcoming wedding..ur l0ve st0ry inspired me..can l ask what christian site did you meet your future husband? h0pe u can grant my request.thanks. - from an FB friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little history first... I was introduced to the on-line community back in 1997  after attending a seminar about the inter-net organized by our municipal library. Thereafter I've been an active &lt;i&gt;netizen&lt;/i&gt;- exchanging letters with my on-line penpals, polishing my English vocabulary by writing articles and learning the ins and outs of the virtual universe by perusing various websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inter-net, computer and technology are such wonderful tools! I consider them gifts to humankind. But they can also be abused or misused just like any other gift or tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the advancement in technology and our more "liberal" times, many still view on-line dating or relationships negatively. It is oftentimes synonymous to mail order brides or virtual prostitution and even pornography. Sadly, these things do abound on-line, but I'd rather focus on the benefits of technology like how it brought me and my hubby to-be together. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John and I met through a Christian dating site called &lt;a href="http://www.christiandatingforfree.com/"&gt;Christian Dating For Free (CDFF)&lt;/a&gt; more than two years ago. Before I go on any further, let me just point out that I'm NOT endorsing this site or any particular dating site or even on-line dating. I am merely answering specific questions from listeners/friends. Each dating site has their own rules, advantages/disadvantages and purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Since I've been on-line for more than a decade now, I've picked-up a number of valuable lessons/pointers that I want to share with those who are or want to try on-line dating/relationship (OLD/R):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Be EXTRA cautious. &lt;/b&gt;On-line dating definitely has its limitations, as well as benefits. Like in the real world people can lie, betray or deceive you in the virtual world. If you're not mindful, you might end up hurt and broken. Before you give any specific personal info or commit to someone on-line make sure you've met him/her in person, have taken the time to get to know each other and have developed trust with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Set rules and boundaries.&lt;/b&gt; Early on in my adult life I've decided &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; to date or get involved with guys who are a.) old enough to be my dad (I'm not looking for a replacement of my absentee father), b.) separated/divorced/annulled or c.) have kids. Not to pass judgement on anyone, but those are my personal convictions. I can talk to them or be friends with them but nothing more. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before becoming an official dating couple, I request John to come to the Philippines and see me. He did after months of exchanging IM's and e-mails. &lt;em&gt;(This made me admire him more because it showed how dedicated and committed he was in pursuing me. With very limited resources and time, he booked a trip to Manila and gave in to my request, um more like a demand.)&lt;/em&gt; I was able to introduced him to my family and friends and he was able to observe me at work. We were able go out on dates like typical dating couples do. Only then did we become official  boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Don't just date to date.&lt;/b&gt; Date with a purpose (of getting to know each other to find out if it will lead to the possibility of marriage.) If it would help to involve your family or friends in your search for a lifetime partner, then let them know so &lt;i&gt;makaliskisan n'yo&lt;/i&gt; as we say in Filipino. Ask trusted people to pray for you or for tips from couples who are in the same boat. They might see things from a different perspective, especially if you're too focused with the other person or your feelings for each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If after plenty (say 3-5) years of talking on-line and you still have not met his/her family &amp;amp; close friends or you have not seriously discussed settling down and other important topics, evaluate the direction of your relationship or friendship (if this is what you both decide on).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Be realistic. &lt;/b&gt;Some people succeed in finding love or the right partner on-line, some don't. On-line relationships involve risks, require a lot of hard work, patience, money, time, sacrifice and trust. If you think it's difficult to be with someone you can't see/touch/smell for a long time, think hard because long-distance love is TOUGH and it might not be for you. Your romance might start on-line, but it doesn't mean when you're off-line you should go out with another guy/girl or you will be "skyping" or "yming" for life. Your dynamics will change once you're physically together. Plan, save and do everything you can to make it work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Pray (a lot!).&lt;/b&gt; Ask for the Lord's protection, wisdom and discernment. I don't look for clues or signs when I pray about something or someone. I ask God to confirm what He has already impressed in my heart. I consult the Bible or a man/woman of God if I need additional counsel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If your on-line or long-distance relationship doesn't work, don't lose heart. People meet in various, crazy, unimaginable ways and places. God is a God of surprises. The important thing is you tried and gave it your best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Btw, I don't recommend (on-line and even off-line) dating or bf-gf relationships to high-school or college students. I strongly suggest finishing your STUDIES first before pursuing someone or getting involved in a committed relationship. Trust me, it'll be worth the wait! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Kuya Kevin Sanders also wrote an interesting article about&lt;a href="http://kuyakevin.blogspot.com/2007/01/online-relationships-good-idea-or-not.html"&gt; On-line Relationships.&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/7376523247978338775-4364632818038834776?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/4364632818038834776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-on-line.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/4364632818038834776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/4364632818038834776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-on-line.html' title='Love ♥ On-line'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_4mjUlYQ6Os/TkQCOSpkbKI/AAAAAAAAAic/IcNZEzywL5Y/s72-c/Snapshot%2B2011-08-11%2B09-22-53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-9091657661070204883</id><published>2011-06-15T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T05:49:08.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Calling all singers, composers, and music producers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wY_bGBjmieI/Tfi78XbnvQI/AAAAAAAAAh0/n6kBgHxCndE/s1600/7359902-music-for-the-world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wY_bGBjmieI/Tfi78XbnvQI/AAAAAAAAAh0/n6kBgHxCndE/s320/7359902-music-for-the-world.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618447180901104898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.123rf.com/photo_7359902_music-for-the-world.html"&gt;picture from this site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;What you can do to sell/maximize/hear your songs on-air...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lj T. Salceda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;                                             &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every month I (the person in charge of music and CD’s at DZAS) receives an average of two albums from aspiring or professional Christian artist/s or producers. (Not to mention the 3-5 pieces of CD’s I purchase from music stores every other month.) After listening to the entire album, I usually pass them to other staff for further evaluation. What happens majority of the time is - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. We file them in the music library and totally forget about the album or 2. Play a cut once and forget about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I’ve been in the broadcast industry for almost 11 years. Worked as producer and host of musical shows for almost 8 years. I know how to play the guitar since grade school. I’ve performed, joined singing contests and helped organized or promote concerts as long as I can remember. So I know a good song or album when I hear one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not claiming to be a music expert or a music mogul, nor do I have an album and I have not made anyone popular or rich by playing his/her songs. But I do want to HELP even in my small way.  I pray these tips or challenges will motivate and educate those who want to record an album, be played on the radio and impact their audience in a BIG way.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;                                      &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stop copying! &lt;/span&gt; How I wish I could  tell Filipino Christian artists to stop trying to sound like  Hillsong. I have nothing against the group, but there can only be one  Hillsong. The rest will become imitations. There is nothing wrong in admiring great artists. But they’ve already made their mark, they’ve paid their dues. You are still building a name, a career, a ministry if you prefer.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Be your self, but offer something different.&lt;/span&gt; Stand out or you’ll be buried in oblivion or your CD’s in files. Don’t waste time and money. If you’ve already invested, gain valuable lessons or experiences and put them into good use.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excel.&lt;/span&gt; It is a fact that most Christian artists, musicians, churches have limited resources, air play, reach and support but it doesn’t mean we will settle for mediocre products or results. Remember, we are representing the King of kings and the Lord of lords. If you think you can’t produce an excellent CD/song, then prepare, train and save some more. Good thing about music is- it doesn’t have an expiration date. Artists on the other hand, might have. If you can't create something different, then offer something excellent!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ask for an expert’s opinion.&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes it only takes a meal and transportation or a small LG (love gift) to avail of a music expert’s critique or guidance. We have a lot of talented, experienced and generous music icons, maestros and maestros in the biz. They’ve been there, so they KNOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;4.     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Musicians/composers need not sing your own songs.&lt;/span&gt; We have our own roles to play and the proper time to play them. If other artists could give your work justice, let them shine by doing it. I have been paid to sing and asked to record songs, but I know in my heart that it’s not my “place in this world.” So I've turned them down. I can carry a tune and I ♥ music but those things don't make me a singer.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Know your audience.&lt;/span&gt; God is your number one fan/listener, but the fact that you have recorded your songs, submitted them to a radio station and asked the dj/host to play your CD on-air mean you want others to listen to your music too. Or else you would be content singing them to the Lord in the privacy of your comfort room. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make sure your songs are “singable” and radio-friendly. &lt;/span&gt;A catchy tune and something that the listener can relate to are what “sell” nowadays. Check the hit charts today, what songs do people listen to? Give the audience something worth their time and money. After all they are the ones that will request for your songs, download or buy your CD's and make them a hit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be discouraged when your project are rejected. Don’t hate hosts like me when we don’t play your songs. Evaluate. Ask. Learn. Polish or as we say in print, edit your work.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denials are not endings. They mean you have to work harder or better or you might just have to wait for the right time. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-9091657661070204883?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/9091657661070204883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/06/calling-all-singers-composers-and-music.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/9091657661070204883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/9091657661070204883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/06/calling-all-singers-composers-and-music.html' title='Calling all singers, composers, and music producers!'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wY_bGBjmieI/Tfi78XbnvQI/AAAAAAAAAh0/n6kBgHxCndE/s72-c/7359902-music-for-the-world.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-8580298708064366917</id><published>2011-05-25T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T18:45:52.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun run'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>No Need to Exercise  by Lj T. Salceda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8q3lS0B1X-E/TdzJK_FYdHI/AAAAAAAAAhY/uyulq3H2WyU/s1600/Fun%2BRun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8q3lS0B1X-E/TdzJK_FYdHI/AAAAAAAAAhY/uyulq3H2WyU/s400/Fun%2BRun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610580426366678130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF…&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You walk or ride a bike instead of ride/drive a car to &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;work/school/church/grocery and back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You swim in the river or use a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tabo&lt;/span&gt; (dipper) instead of the shower to bathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You use the stairs instead of the escalator or elevator to climb up to the 3rd floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You use &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bunot&lt;/span&gt; (coconut husk) and floor wax or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;madre de cacao&lt;/span&gt; instead of a floor polisher or vacuum cleaner to clean the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You use &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;palo-palo&lt;/span&gt; (wood used for laundry) when washing your clothes and hang them on the clothes line under the scorching sun instead of using a washing machine and a dryer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You play&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; patintero, siato, agawang-base or luksong-tinik &lt;/span&gt;instead of computer games or psp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; If you eat right, rest enough, live in a safe, disease-free and perfect world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, we don’t, so get you’re butt off and start walking, running and taking good care of your only body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Although I am not a health buff or a super active person, I do try my very best to incorporate exercise in my weekly, if not daily routine. To the point of being laughed at and even called names like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "weirdo"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"trying hard",&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"may sayad"&lt;/span&gt; since I brisk walk at night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(after work)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; by myself or dance alone in my room or pretend that I'm strutting my catwalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is a challenge, YES, but it can be done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Being active or exercising requires a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; of dedication, commitment and discipline. It’s not an occasional activity or a fad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is a choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is intentional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is a lifestyle.  I doubt if anyone NEVER falters from exercising. Welcome to the club if you struggle! I'm not here to play the guilt trip.  I'm here to motivate you that the best time to start or re-start is now.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"For while bodily training is of some value, godliness is of value  in every way, as it holds promise for the present life and also for the  life to come." - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?passage=1+Timothy+4%3A8" class="bibleref"&gt;1 Timothy 4:8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="note"&gt;       ESV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="verse"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&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/7376523247978338775-8580298708064366917?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/8580298708064366917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-need-to-exercise-by-lj-t-salceda.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/8580298708064366917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/8580298708064366917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-need-to-exercise-by-lj-t-salceda.html' title='No Need to Exercise  by Lj T. Salceda'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8q3lS0B1X-E/TdzJK_FYdHI/AAAAAAAAAhY/uyulq3H2WyU/s72-c/Fun%2BRun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-5240905697776536619</id><published>2011-05-17T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T04:31:39.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://free-extras.com/images/dreaming_cat-1733.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.free-extras.com/pics/d/dreaming_cat-1733.jpg" alt="Dreaming Cat" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to get&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.free-extras.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Images&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://free-extras.com/images/dreaming_cat-1733.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Dreaming Cat Pictures&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.allansgraphics.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Lj Salceda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has always used dreams (in my sleep) to either warn me or tell me something very important. I've proven this time and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When   I was dating my ex-bf, I always had dreams about him cheating or doing  something awful. One time in my dream (more like a nightmare), my ex  and I were sitting beside each other on-board a bus, but when he saw an  attractive woman sitting in front of us, he left me and sat beside the woman  all through out  the trip. Another time, I dreamed he kissed a different woman  right in front of me. The nerve! There was another dream when  he gave his business card and outrightly flirted with another girl while we were on a date. I either woke up fuming or sobbing. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've  always been open and honest to my ex, so whenever I would had these dreams I  never failed to tell him. And he always reasoned out, it's  because I think about him cheating that's why I have those  dreams and I believed him. Little did I know my dreams were actually  "red flags."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger I had all sorts of dreams.  The ones that stood the most were about me having super powers- I can  fly without wings or that I was fighting or running away from monsters  or villains. I don't know how or why but most of the time, I can remember even  the tiniest part of my dreams such as dialogues, colors, designs, scents  and sounds. There are a few times when I can remember 2 or 3 of my  dreams in one night/sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also noticed that when I dream about  "real people or things" they usually happen. Like when I had a dream  about one of my uncles who rarely visits us, came over one day and gave  me some money. And the very next day it happened! I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT an  expert in dreams and I have no plans of becoming a Joseph (unless it is the Lord's will.) I won't discuss  elaborately or even scientifically (not in the position to) or even  encourage people to take ALL dreams seriously. Sometimes they are just  that- dreams. No more, no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in my life God has used and still uses dreams to  assure me or caution me or convey  something urgent  or valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what happened last Friday. I had another one of those very vivid dreams. In my sleep I remember that we  (my fiance and I) got our Notice of Action2 (the approval for our  Fiancee Visa Application) on May 13. I even told my fiance- John about  it during our chat. Out of excitement, I logged-on to the USCIS website and checked our  case status. But to my disappointment, it appeared we were still under  Initial Review. No updates or approval yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold, when I opened my e-mail today I got a message from &lt;a href="http://www.uscis.gov/portal/site/uscis"&gt;USCIS&lt;/a&gt; saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Application Type: I129F , PETITION FOR FIANCE(E)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your Case Status: Post Decision Activity&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 13, 2011,&lt;/span&gt;  we mailed you a notice that we have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;approved&lt;/span&gt; this I129F  PETITION FOR  FIANCE(E). Please follow any instructions on the notice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 13th in the US, we got our approval! I forgot about the time difference. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  am aware that there are people who don't believe or put much weight in  dreams and I respect them for that. Like what I've said, I'm no expert in dreams  and I have no plans of becoming one. Nonetheless, from my experiences, I believe God can use anything even dreams to communicate with  us. So don't always discount or shrug off ALL your dreams. They might save your life or the very least avoid some problem/pain in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank  you Lord and thank you my dear friends for your prayers and greetings.  We're now preparing for the next stages, 2-day Medical Exam and Interview  for the actual FIANCEE VISA. Mabalos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trivia: Some experts say animals like cats and dogs dream in their sleep too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-5240905697776536619?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/5240905697776536619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/05/dreams.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/5240905697776536619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/5240905697776536619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/05/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-7037978164158755339</id><published>2011-04-17T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T19:11:53.049-07:00</updated><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='list'/><title type='text'>Destination: Mt. Pinatubo  by Lj Salceda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8WyUr-3InCk/Tawp9wuhbzI/AAAAAAAAAhI/v6cQ7gi1jmU/s1600/IMG_1855.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1ruBUrPKZM/TarAxuSnSgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/MvM3yievSm0/s1600/IMG_1860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1ruBUrPKZM/TarAxuSnSgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/MvM3yievSm0/s320/IMG_1860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596497447433488898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my late 20's I made a list of &lt;a href="http://joiei.multiply.com/journal/item/26/30_THINGS_TO_DO_BEFORE_I_HIT_30"&gt;30 things I want to accomplish before I reached 30 years old. &lt;/a&gt;Although I've tried my very best to fulfill everything in my list, majority of them still remain undone, or unfinished and some are on hold for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a firm believer of planning and preparing for the future and working hard for my dreams. However, I also submit to God's perfect time and his wonderful will. So it may be a few years late in my timetable, but I'm proud to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CLIMBED ANOTHER MOUNTAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B38YIlbugg0/TawiP1Rww6I/AAAAAAAAAgg/nfRiCtgg8W8/s1600/IMG_1925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B38YIlbugg0/TawiP1Rww6I/AAAAAAAAAgg/nfRiCtgg8W8/s320/IMG_1925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596886092309644194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd climb Mt. Pinatubo since I grew up near Mt. Mayon and I've witnessed how destructive and powerful these creations can be. Not that I'm scared of volcanoes. As a matter of fact I've already climbed or visited at least four in the past (Mt. Mayon, Mt. Makiling, Mt. Banahaw and Taal).  It's just that I was aiming for a "higher" peak, Mt. Pulag or Mt. Apo perhaps. Ambitious, I know, but I always dream BIG or HIGH in this case. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8WyUr-3InCk/Tawp9wuhbzI/AAAAAAAAAhI/v6cQ7gi1jmU/s1600/IMG_1855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8WyUr-3InCk/Tawp9wuhbzI/AAAAAAAAAhI/v6cQ7gi1jmU/s320/IMG_1855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596894577943473970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when my friend, Doc Mavic asked me a few weeks ago if I want to join them for an adventure, who am I reject such an offer? I started doing my exercise (brisk walking and jogging) frequently and bought a new pair of hiking shoes.  I took a half day off from work in preparation for our early morning trip to Tarlac (our convergence point) and to meet with the rest of our climbing mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I'm glad I "trained" and prepared for our trek. It might have been doubly hard and painful if I did nothing to condition my self. I am still sore from the all the walking, jumping, climbing and traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was TRULY worth it in the end! The rugged, varying terrain to Mt. Pinatubo is almost comparable if not at par with the scenes/location in the movie Lord of the Rings. Nevertheless, unless there is a need (or someone will pay me) to climb Mt. Painatubo (Just kidding!) I won't do it again. :) Siguro nga tumatanda na ako. (I guess, I'm getting old.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aj_EsSXdwxY/TawkgzuzMRI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ptGtPGnPYXo/s1600/IMG_1969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aj_EsSXdwxY/TawkgzuzMRI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ptGtPGnPYXo/s320/IMG_1969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596888582975598866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding aside, I'm grateful I was able to glimpse and admire another side of the Philippines. Very beautiful and blessed talaga ang bansa natin! (Our country is indeed beautifully blessed!) So if you're interested to conquer Mt. Pinatubo, here are a few pointers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. PLAN AHEAD. (In most trips, planning is really an important aspect.) Get in-touch with a local or &lt;a href="http://www.trekkingpinatubo.com/"&gt;surf the net&lt;/a&gt; or the tourism website so you can secure a 4x4, a driver, a tour guide and most of all a permit to enter the Mt. Pinatubo zone. It is a bit expensive to climb this mountain and on-the-spot decisions won't work for this trip. There is a check-point where an army personnel will sign your required paper to travel/climb and you need the proper vehicle and authorized person to accompany you or your group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-alYutA2Q_BA/TawiO5TBH-I/AAAAAAAAAgI/KyOkaizaMNg/s1600/IMG_1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-alYutA2Q_BA/TawiO5TBH-I/AAAAAAAAAgI/KyOkaizaMNg/s320/IMG_1745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596886076208783330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After we descended Mt. Pinatubo, I heard on the 2-way radio inside our 4x4 a conversation between tourism officials about the "hunt" for a foreigner who apparently "escaped" the checkpoint, he was riding a motorcycle and did not have a tour guide.  They were informing drivers/tour guides on the way to report and stop the said tourist and his Filipina companion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. BUDGET. As I've said, this is sort of an &lt;a href="http://pinatubotrek.blogspot.com/"&gt;expensive climb.&lt;/a&gt; I'm glad someone took care of my expenses. The 4x4 car that will transport you from the assembly area to the drop-off point has a maximum capacity of 5 passengers. It costs between P4,000 to 4,500 (roundtrip) and includes the payment for the driver, tour guide and permit to climb. According to our tourguide, Kuya Wilson, from the total payment: P280 goes to them, 20 goes to the handler, 500 goes to the &lt;a href="http://pinatubotours.blogspot.com/2009/01/mount-pinatubo-adventure-trek-daytrip.html"&gt;skyway &lt;/a&gt;(the short cut route), the rest goes to the driver/owner of the car and to the local gov't/tourism office. If you decide to stay over-night, you also have to pay for security. At least 2 soldiers or airforce staff will accompany and protect you, plus the assigned tour guide and driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. RESERVE. Tour groups offer packages including transpo, food and other fees. We didn't avail of the packages, so our friends brought our food and drinks. Try to bring as much water as you can, although there is a spring where you can get clean water for your use but if you have a sensitive tummy it's better to be safe than sorry. There is a small store up the volcano that sells overpriced drinks like sodas and energy drinks (P70 per can). There is NO available food at the mountain top,  either you will bring your own food or wait until you come down from the mountain to the assembly area and eat at the nearby Korean/Filipino resto. They also offer spa services there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ZZZZZZZ. Have enough rest and sleep prior to the climb. It will exhaust and push you to the max physically and mentally. I won't recommend this trip to people with health problems esp those that have severe asthma attacks, rheumatism, hypertension etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QT3lb0_ymDo/TawiPppP6WI/AAAAAAAAAgY/jk2gM8N2JWI/s1600/IMG_1809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QT3lb0_ymDo/TawiPppP6WI/AAAAAAAAAgY/jk2gM8N2JWI/s320/IMG_1809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596886089186928994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. TEAM. As much as possible go in big groups. This way you can encourage and help each other. You can have someone to take your pics or swap stories with. As we say, the more the merrier and it might save you some money too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3iOwJVTE4ps/TawiQQWCRJI/AAAAAAAAAgo/0Hsc6J2XK7Q/s1600/IMG_1936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3iOwJVTE4ps/TawiQQWCRJI/AAAAAAAAAgo/0Hsc6J2XK7Q/s320/IMG_1936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596886099575325842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. PROTECT. Use your most durable footwear and bring extra flip flops especially if you want to experience the cool water from the streams along the way. Bring sun glasses, face mask, cap, face towel, sun screen, extra shirt, medicine (if you got allergies/asthma/tummy aches), tissue paper or wet wipes, extra batteries and memory card. Eat enough before the climb but not too much that might upset your tummy (like what happened to me). Some hikers bring umbrellas, sarong or malong and jacket to protect them from the sun. There are rest stops and CR's along the way if you need breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MX-mBeroLCc/Tawp90DmkTI/AAAAAAAAAhA/9D6RTlBcWxk/s1600/IMG_1849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MX-mBeroLCc/Tawp90DmkTI/AAAAAAAAAhA/9D6RTlBcWxk/s320/IMG_1849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596894578837197106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. HELP. Preserve nature and tourist destinations. Bring extra gifts/food for the Aeta communities on the way to the volcano. Bless your tourguide/driver and give them a bigger tip especially if they've carried your bags and have been of great help to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hndAc35xamY/Tawib0lhSNI/AAAAAAAAAgw/NSRwnm5Ma6o/s1600/with%2BAeta%2Bkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hndAc35xamY/Tawib0lhSNI/AAAAAAAAAgw/NSRwnm5Ma6o/s320/with%2BAeta%2Bkids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596886298282510546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. HAVE FUN! No travel is perfect. Don't let bumpy roads, dust, super hot weather or complainers ruin your adventure. Make the most of every trip.  Do everything you can to have  a safe and memorable tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MXrAF9nujY8/Tawg2_w2qVI/AAAAAAAAAgA/92ONCUXt_2E/s1600/on%2Btop%2Bof%2B4x4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MXrAF9nujY8/Tawg2_w2qVI/AAAAAAAAAgA/92ONCUXt_2E/s320/on%2Btop%2Bof%2B4x4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596884566116051282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climb another mountain. Checked! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some photos are c/o of my friend Doc Mavic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-7037978164158755339?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/7037978164158755339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/04/better-late-than-never-mt-pinatubo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/7037978164158755339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/7037978164158755339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/04/better-late-than-never-mt-pinatubo.html' title='Destination: Mt. Pinatubo  by Lj Salceda'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1ruBUrPKZM/TarAxuSnSgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/MvM3yievSm0/s72-c/IMG_1860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-6153633018634269291</id><published>2011-04-01T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:02:25.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Life is Bananas by  Lj T. Salceda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0RNN1N-8TkM/TZbL2uHWDpI/AAAAAAAAAfw/WvBwxW-tjso/s1600/bananas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0RNN1N-8TkM/TZbL2uHWDpI/AAAAAAAAAfw/WvBwxW-tjso/s320/bananas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590880128379260562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As if the cool breeze was telling me, "Look, take a closer look behind you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the back of our dorm a few feet from where I was tackling two weeks worth of laundry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;stood a group of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*banana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;plants&lt;/i&gt;. Rows and rows of tiered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(buwig) &lt;/span&gt;young banana fruit protruding from one the main trunks as they gently dance with the summer wind. Although it is a pleasant sight, it is nothing new much more extra ordinary to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can you see it?” as if the Wind is asking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They look like the same bananas I’ve seen the past seven years that I’ve lived here.” I silently answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look again,” commanded the cool breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a bit irritated I hesitantly gave in and replied, “Ok, am I missing something here? They’re the same bana.. nas…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts trailed back to my childhood in the province. We’ve always had bananas in our yard when we were younger and it amazed me then how they never last longer than the rest of the trees in my grandmother’s yard. There’s the towering mango tree at the corner of our lot or my favorite place to hang out- the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;caimito&lt;/span&gt; tree still alive to this day or the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aratiles&lt;/span&gt; tree a favorite of   caterpillars &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(higad)&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember some of my grandparents’ lessons in the life of bananas: they sprout from nowhere, grow really fast and die young (2–3yrs max) after they bear fruit just once in their short life span. Amazingly though, offshoots spring from their base after their death. Pretty much like the coconut trees, they offer unending use from their leaves to their trunk to their fruit up to their flower (heart). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmmmm… Now, I think I know what the Wind was trying to tell me. They weren't exactly the same bananas I saw when I first transferred to our dorm. However, isn’t life pretty much like banana plants or their flowers or the early summer wind – here today and gone tomorrow or a few years the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I guess the more important questions to ask are: are we producing any good fruit or positive deeds before our expiration date? And are we growing or mentoring any offshoots (students, sons or daughters, disciples) as our legacy for when we're done and gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Ma always say in her sermons, &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;what is true in the natural is also true in the spiritual&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Meaning, what works in our physical, temporal world or in our day-to-day living can  be applied in our faith or relationship with the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whenever you eat banana que or turon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(jumping jack we call them in Bicol)&lt;/span&gt; or order a halo-halo with bananas except for the nutrients and other benefits they provide, may this amazing fruit remind you: how short but productive (or enjoyable or important or crazy) life is. So, do your part – bear fruit and be a mentor to someone while you can. Learn from the BANANA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banana"&gt;Interesting banana facts&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* Bananas are not trees, they are from the herb family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;* Bananas are excellent source of vitamins and minerals especially protein, raw sugar, vitamin B and fiber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;* Bananas are naturally and slightly radioactive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;* The Philippines is the second banana producer/exporter in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &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/7376523247978338775-6153633018634269291?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/6153633018634269291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/04/living-bananas-lj-t-salceda.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/6153633018634269291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/6153633018634269291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/04/living-bananas-lj-t-salceda.html' title='Life is Bananas by  Lj T. Salceda'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0RNN1N-8TkM/TZbL2uHWDpI/AAAAAAAAAfw/WvBwxW-tjso/s72-c/bananas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-3604633243755696397</id><published>2011-03-22T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T02:13:27.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protection'/><title type='text'>FEAR NOT! (On kids’ abduction for internal organs) by Lj Salceda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SaQFeFWu8MY/TYlSkLS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAfo/2pQduzRBLrw/s1600/girl%2Babducted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SaQFeFWu8MY/TYlSkLS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAfo/2pQduzRBLrw/s320/girl%2Babducted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587087594190699442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(picture from this&lt;a href="http://www.123rf.com/photo_5022818_concept-image-of-a-child-being-kidnapped-featuring-a-man-standing-behind-a-girl-with-his-hand-coveri.html"&gt; site&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;“I swear to God, it’s the TRUTH even if it never happened.” (&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;CSI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I really don’t know why at our age and time and with the advent of modern technology most Filipinos are still so GULLIBLE and SUPERSTITIOUS. We believe in almost everything! Sigh. Again, please double-check if something you are passing on whether info, video, photo or link is true and helpful to others.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’ve already tackled these &lt;i style=""&gt;“rumors about kids being abducted for their internal organs and being left somewhere with a note and payment” &lt;/i&gt;on our show Pinoy Espesyal with a police superintendent as our guest. For the last time, there is&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.philstar.com/Article.aspx?articleId=663485&amp;amp;publicationSubCategoryId=65"&gt;NO TRUTH&lt;/a&gt; to this. This is one of the top &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.america.gov/st/pubs-english/1996/May/20050114161620atlahtnevel0.422909.html"&gt;URBAN LEGENDS&lt;/a&gt; in the world with different variations. When we were kids growing-up in the province panakot na ito sa amin.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Please consider the following reasons why it is VERY UNLIKELY to abduct kids for their INTERNAL ORGANS.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;It is illegal      and medically impossible to harvest organs from kids or anyone for that      matter without proper papers or background check. There are so many things      that need to be considered like matching blood types, tissues,      complications and other health concerns in order to accept an organ from a      legitimate source like a hospital or an approved organ-donation organization.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;A      regular person with no medical background or experience CAN NOT harvest any      organ from anyone. You will need a roomful of doctors or medical      professionals who are knowledgeable and trained and the proper medical      equipment to harvest and store organs/tissues (like corneas) and conduct      the transplant because this is a very delicate and intricate medical      operation. Medical schools obtain their organs/cadavers from legitimate sources      like funeral homes and hospitals. Again, the harvesting needs to be done      by a surgeon in a required operating/medical room (temperature, cleanliness      highly considered) not a van or a house and with the proper equipment. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Some      organs need to be transplanted within hours or else it will not be viable.      To store them you need the right solution, accurate temperature, proper      handling and medical devices to make sure they stay in the best condition.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Most      organ donors are &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.transplant.org.au/Statistic_s.html"&gt;NOT from third world countries&lt;/a&gt;. Organ donation awareness      in the Philippines      is still very low compared to that of first world countries like the US or Spain (top organ donating country).      We still need a lot of education, discussions to make and we      still have a long way to go. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;No victim,      at least in Valenzuela has had the courage to report this to the authority      with any valid evidence except for text messages or passed on information      from kapitbahays or the inter-net. If you are a victim, I beg you PLEASE      talk to AUTHORITIES or the MEDIA. We are here to listen, believe and help      you if you are telling the TRUTH. We do need to VALIDATE stories/info first.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;It is      a CRIME to concoct stories with the goal of creating panic or danger to      the people, it is a SIN to lie or steal or kill and it is ILLEGAL to sell      or buy internal organs (it should be donated.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And if this is indeed &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.newsweek.com/2009/01/09/not-just-urban-legend.html"&gt;TRUE&lt;/a&gt;, scaring people will not do this country any good. Spreading fear, wrong information and indignation will only empower the perpetrators. But it will NOT solve the problem. Fact is evil is everywhere. Bad people will keep on doing bad things. Some don’t get caught because no one reports them. Blaming the government or media or authorities will not make things better. Crime will not stop because we live in a fallen world. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To make matters worse, we are subjecting kids to trauma and we are raising a scared generation. We’re not educating them how to protect themselves, who to believe, what to believe and most of all what type of example are we leaving to these kids? I am SO disappointed with schools and school staff who suspended classes for baseless information. For goodness’ sake! Do kids get abducted? Yes they do and unfortunately so. Do they get killed? Sadly yes for various reasons and means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know it's better to be safe than sorry. This doesn’t mean we can’t instill in them values and basic life-saving instructions like: &lt;b style=""&gt;don’t talk to strangers, walk with your friends or classmates from school, tell your parents where you’re going, learn self-defense, always verify your information and do not be too quick to spread info or news no matter how attractive (or scary) they are.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Parents please teach your kids about having faith in God. Tell them about His angels, Daniel and his friends and miracles. Truth is, this world is full of dangers, the devil is real but enlighten and empower them too! Offer them SOLUTIONS not just fear. Please be more pro-active than reactive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Isn’t He who is in us more powerful than anyone against us? Didn’t God promised to be our protector, defender, helper and His Son our Savior? Can’t He give us wisdom or discernment if we ask Him to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Btw, there's a BIG difference between ORGAN DONATION and ORGAN SELLING (SMUGGLING.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-3604633243755696397?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/3604633243755696397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/03/fear-not-on-kids-abduction-for-internal.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/3604633243755696397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/3604633243755696397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/03/fear-not-on-kids-abduction-for-internal.html' title='FEAR NOT! (On kids’ abduction for internal organs) by Lj Salceda'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SaQFeFWu8MY/TYlSkLS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAfo/2pQduzRBLrw/s72-c/girl%2Babducted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-6510281954193636737</id><published>2011-03-18T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T05:07:18.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>MY COMMENCEMENT ADDRESS  Lj T. Salceda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3RXPXGav44/TYNF5UTYpyI/AAAAAAAAAfY/piURjOVg7sc/s1600/graduation%2Bpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3RXPXGav44/TYNF5UTYpyI/AAAAAAAAAfY/piURjOVg7sc/s320/graduation%2Bpic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585384813874423586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(College Grad pic, Batch 2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div   style=";font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've never been invited to speak in a Commencement ceremony, but just in case I do get invited (or not)  I already have a prepared speech. O ha?! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I almost didn’t make it as a broadcaster or a book author. For starters I almost didn’t finish college because of poverty. However my Ma didn’t single-handedly raise us to be quitters in life, so I searched for ways to sustain and finish my four year Bachelor in Communication Arts undergraduate degree (with honors.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While I submitted resumes and actively looked for a full-time job, I also started volunteer work as a reporter/researcher/host at 1125 DWAS, FEBC’s Legazpi station. I thought time is so precious to be wasted for passively waiting for some good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Months flew by and in spite of my earnest attempts I was still “jobless.” The P50/day stipend that I received as a full-time volunteer, working eight hours a day and doing a full-time employee’s job was not enough for transportation, much more food and other expenses. My Ma would sometimes make “parinig” (question me) if DWAS is really where God is calling me to be. I knew in my heart that God will use me in either broadcast or the arts, despite the hurdles I persisted.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before I reached my eight month with DWAS I had a heart-to-heart talk with God. I said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord,  I know you will use me in this field. If this is really where you want  me to be please supply my needs and open the door before I reach my one  year here.  Or I might just not be that patient enough to stay and I don’t want to, but I might try to do things my way.   I’m sorry if that’s a selfish prayer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a few weeks and with the recommendations of my co-workers at DWAS, I was finally sent to Manila, where our main office is located and started my formal training as Announcer/Producer. I was accepted albeit their need for a MALE announcer. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Same with Ate Maloi's experience.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My story doesn’t end there though. While I was  preparing for the documents and medical requirements for my new  full-time job, I found out that one of my ears can not hear certain sounds. And if you’re in the  broadcast industry, especially as an on-air personnel except for your mouth, your  ears are major tools in the trade. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I got my hearing test result I was SO dejected. Although I have no problems with regular conversations, I knew it was a major roadblock. I was so tempted to either bribe or talk the officer that conducted my auditory test into giving me a more "favorable" result.  I turned to God again and prayed that if I’m called to do broadcast this will not be an issue or a hindrance to my  application. I completed all my medical requirements (urine, x-ray, audio test etc, without doing  "any under the table"); written exams, other documents and sent them to  our Manila office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our God is indeed an awesome God! After a few more months I finally became a full-time, employee of DWAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During my third year of employment  at DWAS, God started stirring my heart. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He wants to expand my territory and enlarge my tent.&lt;/span&gt; I didn't know how and when. So one day, I informed my boss that I was planning to move to Manila and study while working. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Work where?"&lt;/span&gt; he suspiciously asked me. Deep inside I said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I have no clue!"&lt;/span&gt; But I answered, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe my brother can help me find a job."&lt;/span&gt; By this time my brother was already working in a major TV network in Manila.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Back then there was no opening at DZAS for an  announcer, but a few weeks before my scheduled move to the big city, I  found out one of the announcers at our flagship station had just resigned. Although I was sad to  find out she left, I also thought could this be a confirmation Lord? &lt;/p&gt;I took another risk by talking to the DZAS’s manager then for a possibility to continue my service with FEBC while studying. Another answered prayer! Not only did he agree to absorb me at DZAS, but he also suggested a scholarship program to help me pursue further education. He also gave me a flexible work schedule in order for me to attend my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On May 1, 2003 I arrived and started a new life in Valenzuela without any friends in the vicinity, away from my family (my bro lives in Makati so we could only see each other once a month or every other month). There were times when I was scared and lonely, but it was and has been an adventure that I will never regret doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Although I wasn't able to finish my post-graduate degree, the Lord opened another opportunity for me to take a short-term course in writing, eventually published a book and some of my articles, traveled to the US twice and  to other tourist destinations in the country. I've met my fiance while  working in Manila too! I'll reserve our story in my second book though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My dear graduates, don't be scared to take risks.  Learn to fight for your dreams, because no one else will. Most of all consult  the Lord in all you do, He has your best interest. Hold on to His  promises and in time He will fulfill them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://joiei.multiply.com/journal/item/47"&gt;Dreams &lt;/a&gt;do come true! Need more proof? Read my  article Dream On in the Young Women on the Journey book published by  Church Strengthening Ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"In his heart a man plans his course, but the LORD determines his steps."  Proverbs 16:9 (NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-6510281954193636737?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/6510281954193636737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-commencement-address-lj-t-salceda.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/6510281954193636737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/6510281954193636737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-commencement-address-lj-t-salceda.html' title='MY COMMENCEMENT ADDRESS  Lj T. Salceda'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3RXPXGav44/TYNF5UTYpyI/AAAAAAAAAfY/piURjOVg7sc/s72-c/graduation%2Bpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-6008569281389156420</id><published>2011-02-20T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T02:47:39.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Me, of Little Faith</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/-zg16Z23egTg/TWJMz12l3SI/AAAAAAAAAfI/7-iqApyVf4k/s1600/insomnia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zg16Z23egTg/TWJMz12l3SI/AAAAAAAAAfI/7-iqApyVf4k/s320/insomnia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576103742151187746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(pic from this &lt;a href="http://acelebrationofwomen.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/insomnia.jpg"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me, Of Little Faith&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Lessons in Humility, Patience and Trust)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lying  in my bed for the past two hours with no sign of sleep only made me  more antsy, frustrated and hungry. Debating whether to maintain the rest  mode or feed my grumbling stomach- it wasn't long before I gave in to  my flesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It  is easier to appease a growling tummy than to pacify an anxious  heart. I lazily got up, cooked instant noodles and sliced a piece of egg  pie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The worry rat  that I am have been on the edge for days. My source of restlessness- our  visa application, rather the long, hard wait for the K1  a.k.a US Fiancee visa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What  if our packet got lost? What if John forgot to include a document? What  if we made a mistake? What if it takes years before they finally  approve our application?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;There goes my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;what if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tirade again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s  been more than two weeks since my fiancé sent our pack I-129F, the  first step to the fiancee visa application and we have yet to receive any response  or information from the United States Citizenship and Immigration  Services (USCIS). From what I’ve heard from other applicants I’ve met  on-line, it typically takes a few days to two weeks the most to get an  approval or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; worse, the dreaded Request for Further Evidence (RFE). We haven’t gotten either of the two and two weeks have already passed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I  couldn’t silence the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what-if&lt;/span&gt; voices inside my head anymore. I finally  instructed John to give USCIS a call which I would later regret. The USCIS staff informed him it might still take a month before we’ll get a response from  them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That just sent me to panic mode. The phone call only made  me feel worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;That's such a long time! What about our wedding date? Our invitation? How come? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank  God, He gave me such a patient, understanding and prayerful future husband.  John tried everything he could to console me and keep me optimistic. The  night after the call- between chewing my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  snacks and trying to make sense of the turn of events, my wandering  eyes caught a familiar sight: my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;maroon passport&lt;/span&gt; peeping through my  plastic envelope where I keep my K1 documents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Lord, in a still, small voice gently rebuked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lj,  my child when will you ever learn to fully trust me? Have I not shown  you enough? Have I not proven what I can do? Have I ever failed you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I felt so ashamed I almost choked on my noodles. I answered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; to the last three questions. Then, He lovingly reminded this forgetful, faithless, frail soul…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"When  you applied for a tourist visa, you didn’t have the money and everyone  was telling you, you wouldn’t get it. But I proved them wrong! You  didn’t just get a 10-year multiple entry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; visa, it all happened at a record-breaking period of one month including your renewal of passport!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How many times have you been to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; since you got your visa? Twice! And without spending much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;You are the only member in your extended family to ever step foot on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;US soil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;. Not even your very hard-working, late grandmother made it out of the Philippines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some  of your cousins have settled down and have beautiful kids, but you  are the only one in your family who has the privilege to plan and  prepare for a wedding. And to actually have one in the US!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;You  envy people who have lots of money? Guess what? They've worked longer  than you and harder than you, but were they able to enjoy the wealth they've amassed? Most important  of all, have they invested in what really matters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all- have I not blessed you with a great guy and an amazing family-in-law to-be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience, my dear. Worrying will not get you anything or anywhere. Have you forgotten your favorite verse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I, not you will make all things beautiful in MY time, not yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ecc. 3:11a) Trust me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Though embarrassed, I slept humbled that night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later my fiance posted this message on my FB wall…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1072311024"&gt;John Schroeder&lt;/a&gt; LJ good news it (NOA1) came today finally in the mail Yayyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-6008569281389156420?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/6008569281389156420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/02/me-of-little-faith.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/6008569281389156420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/6008569281389156420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/02/me-of-little-faith.html' title='Me, of Little Faith'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zg16Z23egTg/TWJMz12l3SI/AAAAAAAAAfI/7-iqApyVf4k/s72-c/insomnia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-3350754910687163279</id><published>2011-02-07T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T03:17:57.341-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EWOC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BTBTS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>HELP!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Help me help these youth finish high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TU_PqxAOFSI/AAAAAAAAAfA/5wuuHbnn3jY/s1600/group%2Bpic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TU_PqxAOFSI/AAAAAAAAAfA/5wuuHbnn3jY/s320/group%2Bpic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570899597696308514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school year is almost over. Although this is a time for celebration for most students and parents, there are those who are filled with uncertainty if they'll be back the next school year due to poverty. Such is the case of these youths. Most of them out-of-school for a year and some longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a sign of gratitude to the good Lord and in honor of the people He used to help me with my own education, I committed a huge portion of the sales of Eating With One Chopstick limited, hardbound edition to Bring Them Back to School Project. I vowed to help 10 young people in Bicol finish high school by providing for their basic expenses such as tuition fees, baon, school supplies, books etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you buy a copy of the hardbound issue of Eating With One Chopstick (P500) part of the sales will go to their high school education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you tell your friends about EWOC, you bless not only these kids but family members living in solo-parent homes as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you promote EWOC, you also support local publishers and local authors like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested to buy in bulk or even just a piece or if you want me to talk to your church or organization about Bring Them Back to School Project or sign some books, just let me know by e-mailing me at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ljsalceda@yahoo.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks and Dios Mabalos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-3350754910687163279?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/3350754910687163279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/02/help.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/3350754910687163279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/3350754910687163279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/02/help.html' title='HELP!!!'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TU_PqxAOFSI/AAAAAAAAAfA/5wuuHbnn3jY/s72-c/group%2Bpic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-7767948748365628026</id><published>2011-01-31T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T04:32:01.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year end'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>What a year!</title><content type='html'>Has it really been three months since my last entry? Geee, where have I been? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me do some retracing… After the launch of my first book Eating With One Chopstick last September, the DZAS team went to a retreat and planning last October, by November until late December I was occupied with hosting duties, then came the Christmas festivities. Before the year ended I went back to the US for the second time and now my hands are full again with fiancee visa application and wedding preparations.  Whew! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong though, I'm grateful for work and I feel doubly blessed that I'm doing what I  love. And I am in no way complaining for what has transpired the past few months. I am very PLEASED to announce that I'm getting MARRIED and I will soon be with the man I love. But I will save that for another post. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, here’s a number of pics as proof (more like excuses for not posting) of what the last quarter of 2010 has been like to me. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TUaA8Vwp8fI/AAAAAAAAAdk/0uodbOUISjs/s1600/IMG_9124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TUaA8Vwp8fI/AAAAAAAAAdk/0uodbOUISjs/s320/IMG_9124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568279763411923442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosting Kumustahan sa Karuhatan with Ptr. Jay Banzuelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TUaA8Z5DeaI/AAAAAAAAAdc/FcVgoUQJZac/s1600/IMG_8941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TUaA8Z5DeaI/AAAAAAAAAdc/FcVgoUQJZac/s320/IMG_8941.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568279764520892834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagsamba't Papuri launch and concert at CCF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TUaFPskO4mI/AAAAAAAAAd0/5-0AFZq5uBA/s1600/IMG_9269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TUaFPskO4mI/AAAAAAAAAd0/5-0AFZq5uBA/s320/IMG_9269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568284493997859426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardin ng Panalangin booklaunch (Ptr. Joey signing books)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TUaCQEh6BbI/AAAAAAAAAds/PHvjzZtAOus/s1600/IMG_8600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TUaCQEh6BbI/AAAAAAAAAds/PHvjzZtAOus/s320/IMG_8600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568281201895671218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosting CLC Malolos opening (with CLC staff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TUaFP25B_fI/AAAAAAAAAeE/t0BJzk41Ras/s1600/IMG_9400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TUaFP25B_fI/AAAAAAAAAeE/t0BJzk41Ras/s320/IMG_9400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568284496769449458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas party with cancer patients in Pampanga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TUaFQUzgVeI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Hi31C8Taqss/s1600/IMG_9426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TUaFQUzgVeI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Hi31C8Taqss/s320/IMG_9426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568284504799335906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recording the DZAS Christmas jingle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TUaFPnbOUFI/AAAAAAAAAd8/AKCkst6Zm7s/s1600/IMG_9332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TUaFPnbOUFI/AAAAAAAAAd8/AKCkst6Zm7s/s320/IMG_9332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568284492617896018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Team visiting our partners and listeners (FEBC Karoling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TUaFQIa426I/AAAAAAAAAeM/AaSv2wrDdkg/s1600/IMG_9645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TUaFQIa426I/AAAAAAAAAeM/AaSv2wrDdkg/s320/IMG_9645.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568284501474859938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DZAS dinner (c/o Ptr. Eric Maliwat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TUaHNg8-M9I/AAAAAAAAAek/B3YHMa1poz4/s1600/IMG_9619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TUaHNg8-M9I/AAAAAAAAAek/B3YHMa1poz4/s320/IMG_9619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568286655543915474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosting Kuya Melvin and Ate Lorna's renewal of vows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TUaHOOYwrrI/AAAAAAAAAes/vb1o59dW5RE/s1600/IMG_9626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TUaHOOYwrrI/AAAAAAAAAes/vb1o59dW5RE/s320/IMG_9626.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568286667740065458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DZAS exchange gift (a.k.a. Shembot party!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-7767948748365628026?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/7767948748365628026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-year.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/7767948748365628026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/7767948748365628026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-year.html' title='What a year!'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TUaA8Vwp8fI/AAAAAAAAAdk/0uodbOUISjs/s72-c/IMG_9124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-7142771910449136746</id><published>2010-10-31T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T19:03:54.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contests'/><title type='text'>Batanes, Here I Come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TNEBpHU4m_I/AAAAAAAAAdA/SQ7XSti88As/s1600/Batanes+pic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TNEBpHU4m_I/AAAAAAAAAdA/SQ7XSti88As/s400/Batanes+pic.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535207222867958770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture from &lt;a href="http://tl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Batanes"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Batanes, here I come!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lj T. Salceda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not specifically recall the time my traveler’s feet have been awakened. Perhaps it was when I started participating at Girl Scout camps in grade school. Probably whenever I watch adventure films or browse through travel magazines in the library. Maybe when my family transferred to three different houses and I moved to three different schools in one year. My memory fails me in many occasions, however I do remember my passion for travel and adventure started at a very young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they say is true, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“If there’s a will, there’s a way or ways.”&lt;/span&gt; Being born in a solo-parent household in the province with limited resources trained me to exercise my feet and my faith. I was able to attend numerous religious, summer and girl scouts' camps all over Luzon and Visayas with the help of family, friends and even strangers. During my high school and college days, I baby sat after classes and during weekends, knocked on politicians and businessmen’s offices to solicit and worked as a service crew to earn money for my education and for extra-curricular activities like camps and seminars. I even borrowed bags, sweaters and shoes because my family couldn’t afford any unnecessary expenditures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I’m working, I scour airlines for budget-friendly fares, work on holidays for extra cash and join contests like this one to travel for free or at a minimal cost. I have been to some of my dream destinations both here and abroad such as Palawan, Boracay, Bohol and recently the USA in spite of my meager income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I wish I could just travel to have a good time, to relax and to forget about work, stress and problems- but I can’t. No matter how much I try, I simply can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always bring work, family and friends with me. Not literally though, more like figuratively speaking. When I go to a new place I always have this &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“what can I share to our listeners and how could I incorporate this experience on my radio show?”&lt;/span&gt; mentality. My mind automatically shifts to research, program or writing ideas and mental notes. Except for pasalubongs, I always ask what is something good and positive or beautiful in my trip or destination that I can bring back to my people or my work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My itinerary always includes a lot of picture-taking (earning me the title of a photoholic c/o of my boyfriend), bonding with the locals, trying delicacies, immersing in their culture and swapping stories about my place or my life. I even record interviews or conversations with their consent for future use or as references on my show and my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling is both a gift and privilege I believe. God used and continue to use different people and organizations so I could do what I want and reach my dreams. I vowed to thank God and honor these people for their sacrifices and help by being a responsible traveler and by sharing my experiences. This is one of the reasons why I often write about my journeys on-line and my personal journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling has always been an integral part of my life. It excites me. It inspires me. It enlightens me. And it has enriched my life beyond measure. Now that I only have a few months left in the Philippines before I join my future husband and start our own family overseas, I want to grab every opportunity to explore and be awed by my beloved LuzViMinda and its Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I will be given a chance to go to Batanes, I will consider it an answered prayer, a present to be treasured and a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is an entry for &lt;a href="http://flyseair.com/"&gt;SeaAir's Batanes Winter Bloggers Tour&lt;/a&gt;. To vote for this entry, like the link on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/flyseair"&gt;SeaAir's FB page&lt;/a&gt;. 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We arrived in Tagbilaran on a Sunday afternoon and the sun was almost gone. Since it is Sept, sunset is typically early in Bohol. We only had a short time left for a little picture-taking, checking the beach, dinner at the nearby grilling station where they have the most delicious fruit shake I’ve ever tasted, before trying Dumaluan's pool and hitting the sack for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbVsrUnz4I/AAAAAAAAAaA/2VNLKrZKVUg/s1600/100_1313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbVsrUnz4I/AAAAAAAAAaA/2VNLKrZKVUg/s400/100_1313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523336956536672130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;We woke up at 8am, ate our breakfast (not much to choose from, but it was all you can eat) and prepared for our country side tour scheduled at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbVMHEQS4I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/paRY4DLOWj4/s1600/IMG_7651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbVMHEQS4I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/paRY4DLOWj4/s400/IMG_7651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523336397048531842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our itinerary included the Blood Compact Site, Baclayon Church, Tarsiers, Man-made Forest, Loboc River Cruise, Chocolate Hills, Butterfly Farm (don't forget to try their unique ice candies made from carrots/durian/kiwi etc) and Hanging Bridge. After the tour, we decided to drop by at a nearby mall to buy some supplies- bottled water and snacks because they are expensive at the resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice thing about getting a package is you need not worry and arrange for the tour or look for a vehicle/driver for transpo (public transpo is rare in Bohol), entrance fees and even our lunch for the Loboc River Cruise because these were all taken cared by the resort. Sometimes, our driver also acted as our tour guide and photographer. Don’t forget to give him tip (P100) after his full day service especially if he has been nice and helpful to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbZt0xRUgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/hRDxBGo3Gs0/s1600/IMG_7797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbZt0xRUgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/hRDxBGo3Gs0/s400/IMG_7797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523341374299132418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbYDPQE9gI/AAAAAAAAAag/LVcY6bPZlNk/s1600/IMG_7890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbYDPQE9gI/AAAAAAAAAag/LVcY6bPZlNk/s400/IMG_7890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523339543161665026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbk5zhSm4I/AAAAAAAAAco/JgQrRswhHNM/s1600/IMG_7843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbk5zhSm4I/AAAAAAAAAco/JgQrRswhHNM/s400/IMG_7843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523353674750008194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner on our second night, we tried the nearby Bohol Beach Club's menu and their swimming pool. We were too excited to taste their food since the first night we passed by the place they had a buffet at the shore and a great number of Koreans were lined up. So we settled for their group meal made up of sinigang, grilled seafood and meat, mixed veggies and rice. Disappointingly it wasn’t worth our money. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don’t eat there!&lt;/span&gt; The meat was hard (makunat), the seafood was stale, the broccoli was yellowish and the soup wasn’t hot when it was served to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbZtm6jI4I/AAAAAAAAAao/hdWf9fv7lqo/s1600/IMG_8143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbZtm6jI4I/AAAAAAAAAao/hdWf9fv7lqo/s400/IMG_8143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523341370579952514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the reason why they had very poor lighting (candlelit lang) at the resto area- so we won’t see much of what we’re eating. We had a few miscommunications with our waiter who wasn't well-verse in Tagalog. They do have an appealing resort and a better shore, but the food is not worth it. We (non-BBC guests) were required to pay P300/person as entrance fee which is consumable and non-refundable- P200 goes to the food and P100 for the use of pool. After dinner, we went back to the grilling station beside BBC to have another round of fruit shake, before going back to BBC’s pool (included in our entrance fee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbbQhrn62I/AAAAAAAAAbA/RsLEjFl7itw/s1600/IMG_8041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbbQhrn62I/AAAAAAAAAbA/RsLEjFl7itw/s400/IMG_8041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523343069982223202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;Our third day consisted of Dolphin Watching, Island Hopping and Snorkeling- but we decided to forego the latter in order to try the zipline and cable car at a nearby site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbcd2E6Q4I/AAAAAAAAAbw/-ha8G-p__Hc/s1600/IMG_7963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbcd2E6Q4I/AAAAAAAAAbw/-ha8G-p__Hc/s400/IMG_7963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523344398306919298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbcdg14A0I/AAAAAAAAAbo/hx95vjfEZyM/s1600/IMG_7955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbcdg14A0I/AAAAAAAAAbo/hx95vjfEZyM/s400/IMG_7955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523344392606712642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smaller islands in Bohol are quite distant from each other, it would take between 40 mins to an hour to get from point A to B. We were bored in between; all we can do was to take pictures since conversation was not possible because of the loud motor of the boat. Instead of spending longer time at the Balicasag island, where snorkeling and lunch are offered, (Btw, another tip I got from bloggers don’t eat on this island unless you have baon or packed lunch. Price here is outrageous! P350/kl of any seafood or meat, plus P250 cooking charge. Not practical.) Although, I later found out from another &lt;a href="http://www.pinoylakwatsa.com/2008/09/balicasag-island-bohol.html"&gt;blogger&lt;/a&gt; that there is a nice diving resort situated here. We decided to cut our stay here short and head to The Virgin Island. Now this one, you shouldn’t miss! There’s a sand bar where you can walk, swim, take pictures, eat fresh sea urchins, drink refreshments and buy souvenirs from Manong who owns a small mobile store here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbgUlHq8FI/AAAAAAAAAcA/vJy0Dw7u-Uw/s1600/IMG_7924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbgUlHq8FI/AAAAAAAAAcA/vJy0Dw7u-Uw/s400/IMG_7924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523348637182783570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbgUcPyM_I/AAAAAAAAAb4/Gd19P0W4NcA/s1600/IMG_7965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbgUcPyM_I/AAAAAAAAAb4/Gd19P0W4NcA/s400/IMG_7965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523348634800894962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lengthy boat ride, we went back to Dumaluan for lunch and inquired from the reception area about a nearby place that one our driver's told us that has a zipline and cable car (this is different from the one in Danao.) The resort staff said, we might want to avail of their Panglao tour instead of just renting a vehicle which we readily took. In lieu of the usual itinerary, we suggested to our driver to scrap the church-visits and Hinagdanan Cave and go to the Ostrich farm, Adventure Park and Bohol Bee Farm. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tip: Talk to your driver and make your own tour/schedule.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbbQ2d6z7I/AAAAAAAAAbI/aTwn5iGjHbU/s1600/IMG_8005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbbQ2d6z7I/AAAAAAAAAbI/aTwn5iGjHbU/s400/IMG_8005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523343075561885618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbbReYWwiI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/FSwoSfm-JBE/s1600/100_1419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbbReYWwiI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/FSwoSfm-JBE/s400/100_1419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523343086275969570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ostrich farm is a small backyard with caged animals like albino python, turtles, fish, birds and other reptiles. You need to pay P20/person as entrance fee. Here you can also take pictures alongside life-size images of Dora the Explorer, a gigantic tarsier and the ostrich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, we went to a very new adventure site (some areas are still under construction but it is already operating) near the Loboc River. They offer zipline, cable car and horse-rides. It costs P350/person for the zipline and P250/person for the cable car. However if you avail of both rides, you will only pay P500/person. It was one of the highlights or our Bohol trip, so give it a try it if you’re not afraid of heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbbRp5PFvI/AAAAAAAAAbY/QjetHdoUtSQ/s1600/IMG_8073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbbRp5PFvI/AAAAAAAAAbY/QjetHdoUtSQ/s400/IMG_8073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523343089366669042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbbR8NKMsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/8LhbtsFVdWA/s1600/IMG_8049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbbR8NKMsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/8LhbtsFVdWA/s400/IMG_8049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523343094282072770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an exhilarating ride, our last stop was the Bohol Bee Farm. I wished we had more time at BBF which is also a resort cum restaurant and souvenir shop. There are so many things to do and buy there! You can pay a minimal entrance fee for a farm tour. You can see the bee house where their honey is produced, you can watch them make ice cream at their factory, visit their green house where most of the veggies and food are grown and even make your own bag or keychain at their souvenir house/livelihood center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was considering housing us at the BBF, but I read that they didn’t have a shore only a viewing deck, a good number of mosquitoes and ants reside in the place and the road to and fro BBF is still rough. They are also situated above a cliff, so they are a little farther away from the airport and other tourist spots. We only had time for a little picture-taking and food-sampling at BBF. Dinner consisted of a vegan pizza and a meat pizza, halo-halo topped with malunggay, ginger, mango, buko and chocolate ice creams, muffins and their famous flower salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, we paid an additional P2500 for the van/driver for our Panglao tour because it wasn’t originally included in our package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt;On our 4th and last day, our short time was spent packing, settling our bills, taking a few more pictures and eating breakfast before checking-out and driving to the Tagbilaran airport for our 10am flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, our trip was a memorable and fun time for me/us. It wasn’t without slip-ups, but you can choose to see the good/positive side in every situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbZuSmYgTI/AAAAAAAAAa4/rH4a6IK3uvQ/s1600/100_1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbZuSmYgTI/AAAAAAAAAa4/rH4a6IK3uvQ/s400/100_1373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523341382306529586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbigg5GyJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/WoE19j5UJQ8/s1600/IMG_7709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbigg5GyJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/WoE19j5UJQ8/s400/IMG_7709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523351041229637778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE TIPS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Don’t buy souvenir items at the souvenir shops inside or near the resorts. They cost 2 to 4 times more than the ones available outside the resort. Buy from the stores near Blood Compact Site and the stores near the Hanging Bridge. Bohol shirts cost from P300-400 at the resort, the same shirt will only cost P100-150 elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt; 2. If you have the time and space in your luggage buy/bring bottled water, food and other necessities at the mall. A small water bottle costs P30 at the resort, when you could only get them for P10-15 at the mall.&lt;br /&gt; 3. Bring cash or prepare your credit card. There are no nearby ATMachines in Panglao area.&lt;br /&gt; 4. Bring more than one pair of bathing suit. Most resorts don’t allow people to use their pools without wearing proper swimming attire. If you plan to do a lot of swimming and picture-taking and don’t want to use a dripping/wet suit bring as many swim suits as you can.&lt;br /&gt; 5. Don’t forget to bring your sunblock, cap/hat, pamaypay and insect repellant. Mosquitoes and other insects abound in Bohol. Although, I haven't heard of anyone getting dengue there.&lt;br /&gt; 6. If you want to try  jet ski, banana boat and other water sports, you will have to pay a considerable amount. 15 minutes of jet ski costs around P1500 (1-2 persons), while 30 mins of banana-boating costs P2500 (group).&lt;br /&gt; 7. And don’t forget to store extra battery or your camera/video charger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbigVLRZ-I/AAAAAAAAAcY/VYwrEb21-Og/s1600/100_1309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbigVLRZ-I/AAAAAAAAAcY/VYwrEb21-Og/s400/100_1309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523351038084605922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bohol is a picture perfect and postcard destination. But Tagbilaran airport still needs improvement, there are cunning drivers/businessmen and the way to the resorts are the typical provincial scene- lush trees/plants/narrow roads/cows grazing in the yard etc. Don’t expect perfection, we live in a fallen world after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see trash, pick them up and throw them in garbage bins. Be considerate to the next traveler/tourist. Arrive on time. Keep an open mind. Don just have a good time, make lasting memories. The Philippines is such a blessed country, enjoy it while we can with the people you love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(More pictures on my facebook account.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-4080565136961222968?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/4080565136961222968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/10/picture-perfect-bohol-part-2.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/4080565136961222968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/4080565136961222968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/10/picture-perfect-bohol-part-2.html' title='Picture Perfect Bohol (Part 2)'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbWOzqjg4I/AAAAAAAAAaI/GiykiqVC41g/s72-c/IMG_8136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-7558893743124622925</id><published>2010-10-01T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T01:01:58.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Picture Perfect Bohol (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKW7Nf2N4xI/AAAAAAAAAY4/9UKsjgRhcBk/s1600/IMG_7869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKW7Nf2N4xI/AAAAAAAAAY4/9UKsjgRhcBk/s400/IMG_7869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523026358601376530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picture Perfect Bohol (Part 1)&lt;br /&gt;Lj T. Salceda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Philippines is such a blessed country. This I realize every time I travel. We have beauty, treasures and endless potential from Luzon to Visayas and Mindanao. I've witnessed and marveled how God has been SO generous to us Filipinos and even foreigners who come and enjoy our 7,107 islands, our people and our culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was preparing for the book fair and the book launch, I knew I will need a vacation after a such a stressful and hectic schedule. So an out-of-town trip is a must! My boyfriend was also coming to support my book- another reason to go on a trip/vacay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was torn between – Davao or Bohol. Both are in my list of “places-to-visit,” unfortunately I can only go to one place since I have a limited budget and time. I excitedly started doing research for my next trip. In any vacay or travel, planning is an integral part. Personally, I don't mind doing the leg work because I both love traveling and planning. I asked friends, read reviews and contacted resorts. After a few weeks of taking down notes and consultation (there were 5 of us in the trip, 2 of them have been to Davao before), we unanimously decided- it's time for a Bohol Adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKW7nziXplI/AAAAAAAAAZA/mZYtdbGBQPI/s1600/IMG_7639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKW7nziXplI/AAAAAAAAAZA/mZYtdbGBQPI/s400/IMG_7639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523026810563438162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIRFARE / FLIGHTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am a &lt;a href="http://www.philippineairlines.com/home/home.jsp"&gt;PAL Mabuhay miles member&lt;/a&gt;, boarding a different airline company was not an option for me. I used my accumulated miles and only paid P900 for a round trip ticket. But I had to pay P3,000+/person (round trip) for the rest of my companions. All in all, our airfare totaled  P14,000 (5 persons). For your travels, remember to set aside a budget for cabs to and fro the airport (if you don't have a car/someone to drive you off), airport fee of P200/person and other possible expenses like food or drinks. Avoid eating at the airport if you're on a tight budget. The food there is pricey and it’s not worth your hard-earned money. Just to give you an idea, a regular rice meal with adobo as viand plus soda costs a minimum of P250/order. You could grab something to eat at a nearby fast food chain before checking-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks before our target date, I went to the PAL Office in Cubao to purchase our tickets. I later found out that if you use credit card and book online, you’ll save more moolah. That’s a difference of almost P500/ticket. Problem, is I don’t have a credit card, so I pay everything in cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Btw, from years of personal traveling experience one of the best times to go on a vacation or tour (domestic) in the Philippines is during the month of September. Although this time of the year is still considered rainy season, most islands in the Visayas or Mindanao areas don’t get rains/typhoons during in September. It’s not a peak season either as classes are still on-going and resorts usually offer Rainy Day packages. Some things to consider when you’re looking for flights: the weather, travel (peak) seasons, budget and even your airline’s arrival/departure time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKW9oYCRAsI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Yb75tKIjT28/s1600/IMG_7981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKW9oYCRAsI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Yb75tKIjT28/s400/IMG_7981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523029019384152770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUDGET and ACCOMMODATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After securing our flight, we needed a place to stay. One of the good things about Bohol is there’s no shortage of accommodation. You can choose from the pricey, 5-star hotels or resorts to the affordable, basic yet still comfortable bed and breakfast inns. Majority of your budget will also go to accommodation especially if it's a package you want to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked friends and turned to travel blogs on-line for ideas. I narrowed my list to three possible “temporary homes” while in Bohol: &lt;a href="http://www.dumaluanbeach.com/"&gt;Dumaluan Resort&lt;/a&gt; (as suggested by Ate Haydee, Ptr. Jay and FB Friends); &lt;a href="http://www.panglaoisland.com/"&gt;Panglao Island Nature Resort and Spa&lt;/a&gt; (as suggested by Ate Maloi) and &lt;a href="http://www.boholbeefarm.com/"&gt;Bohol Bee Farm &lt;/a&gt;(from the reviews I’ve read on-line).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbCSznrAPI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ezOUfXschJo/s1600/IMG_7983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbCSznrAPI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ezOUfXschJo/s400/IMG_7983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523315621366530290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to remember when choosing for a place to stay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. FACILITIES - What are you looking for in a resort/hotel? Do you want it to have spacious rooms, a big pool, a stone-throw away from the beach, wi-fi accessibility, souvenir shops etc?&lt;br /&gt; 2. PRICE RANGE – Is it under your budget? Do they have packages/promos?&lt;br /&gt; 3. FOOD and DRINKS – Most resorts have canteens and restaurants, some even have bars, but not all of them have good food. If they don’t have satisfying or affordable food, can you get it somewhere near? Can you cook in your room? Is the resort located near a store/grocery/market?&lt;br /&gt; 4. SERVICE – Are the staff accommodating, friendly, helpful, respectful etc.? Can they offer alternatives or ideas regarding tours or transpo or other things you need?&lt;br /&gt; 5. ACCESSIBILITY – Is it near the airport or the beach or other tourist destinations? Do they offer transport service (airport/seaport pick-up)? If not, are they near public transpo/terminals/rentals? Is the road safe and comfortable for travelers?&lt;br /&gt; 6. OTHER OFFERS – Do you want to have a massage? Jet-ski? Banana boat rides? Snorkeling gear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After weighing in all the options, I decided to avail of Dumaluan Resort’s Rainy day package which covers rooms, use of facilities including the pool, airport transpo, tours and daily breakfast. I deposited half of the total amount of our package to their bank account 2 weeks before our arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we wanted to try everything that Bohol has to offer, we decided to add another day to our package. We paid a total of P30,000 for 3n/4d, 2 rooms, 3 tours for 5 people for our stay in Bohol. Lunch and dinner excluded, except for lunch at the Loboc River Cruise (part of the package).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbExoSEORI/AAAAAAAAAZo/VVdOJTT5Aps/s1600/IMG_8121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKbExoSEORI/AAAAAAAAAZo/VVdOJTT5Aps/s400/IMG_8121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523318349922318610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/10/picture-perfect-bohol-part-2.html"&gt;Part 2: Itinerary and more tips from our Bohol trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-7558893743124622925?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/7558893743124622925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/10/picture-perfect-bohol.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/7558893743124622925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/7558893743124622925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/10/picture-perfect-bohol.html' title='Picture Perfect Bohol (Part 1)'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TKW7Nf2N4xI/AAAAAAAAAY4/9UKsjgRhcBk/s72-c/IMG_7869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-8065317102620182530</id><published>2010-08-29T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T04:12:45.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>31</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/THoidG607JI/AAAAAAAAAYg/oW59s5WTFYo/s1600/cup+cake.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/THoidG607JI/AAAAAAAAAYg/oW59s5WTFYo/s400/cup+cake.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510754977510124690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pic from this &lt;a href="http://www.clker.com/clipart-52061.html"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;31&lt;br /&gt;Lj T. Salceda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“I’m getting old,”&lt;/span&gt; I complained to my guy.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Who isn’t?”&lt;/span&gt; he jokingly answered. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oo nga naman! May tama s’ya dun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Age&lt;/span&gt; is an accumulation of days/time. That's why we have sayings like, "age is just a number." Sabi naman ng iba na ayaw magpabuko ng edad, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Kalabaw lang ang tumatanda."&lt;/span&gt; (According to some who don't want to reveal their age, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"only carabaos/water buffalos grow old.")For some, age or life is a collection of experiences or lessons or accomplishments or victories.  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately for some, they do not only make a career out of being miserable but worst, they also devote their lifetime to failures, defeats, problems and what-if’s. I’d rather not. I choose to see the glass half-full. Life is too beautiful and too short to be missed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few days I’ll be celebrating another 365 days that have passed (will pass). Before I reached my 30’s, I listed &lt;a href="http://joiei.multiply.com/journal/item/26/30_THINGS_TO_DO_BEFORE_I_HIT_30"&gt;30 of the things that I wanted to do/accomplish&lt;/a&gt; before I officially turn 30. A milestone for me, since I’ve always thought I will die young because I’ve been sickly as a child/teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I went through the list one more time, I was overwhelmed by emotions- happiness, gratefulness, fulfillment, hope and excitement. There’s also a tinge of sadness and a bit of disappointment in some areas, but the positive feelings certainly outweigh the negative ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost half of what I listed had come to pass (YAY!), though there are still plenty that I have yet to fulfill. Two weeks from now, I’m glad that another item on my list will become a reality. It maybe a year delayed, but everything happens for a reason I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of writing and with Church Strengthening Ministry’s help, I will be launching my first book: EATING WITH ONE CHOPSTICK: Growing-Up in a Single Parent Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you or someone you know is a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.	SINGLE-PARENT (including separated/divorced/annulled individuals; teenage-mother/father; a mother that bore a child out of wedlock; spouse of a prisoner/OFW; a guardian of grandkids or nephews/nieces; a widow/er; victims of abuse/rape that resulted to pregnancy) &lt;br /&gt;2.	SON or DAUGHTER of a single-parent&lt;br /&gt;3.	PASTOR or LEADER of a solo-parent ministry or organizations&lt;br /&gt;4.	PERSON involved in a BIGAMOUS or POLYGAMOUS relationship (a mistress/other woman/man)&lt;br /&gt;5.	An ABSENTEE father/mother (including emotionally absent parents, alcoholic, womanizer, abusive parents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you (or someone you know) is going through…&lt;br /&gt;-	break-up or relationship problems&lt;br /&gt;-	gender / weight / self-image issues&lt;br /&gt;-	depression / suicidal tendencies&lt;br /&gt;-	health concerns&lt;br /&gt;-	poverty&lt;br /&gt;-	bullying&lt;br /&gt;-	vices &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you are blessed with a complete, loving family please spread the word about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EATING WITH ONE CHOPSTICK: Growing-Up in a Single Parent Home &lt;br /&gt;Book launch and Autograph Signing &lt;br /&gt;(With the rest of CSM’s local authors)&lt;br /&gt;Sept 17, 2010 at 6pm&lt;br /&gt;SMX, Mall of Asia&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is invited!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books will be available at a discounted rate exclusively at the Manila International Bookfair (Sept. 15-19). But will be out in local, Christian and leading bookstores very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/THoouvnRBaI/AAAAAAAAAYo/tb7UV8bf1ew/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/THoouvnRBaI/AAAAAAAAAYo/tb7UV8bf1ew/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510761877561476514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my 1st birthday with Pa blowing my candle)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-8065317102620182530?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/8065317102620182530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/08/31.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/8065317102620182530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/8065317102620182530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/08/31.html' title='31'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/THoidG607JI/AAAAAAAAAYg/oW59s5WTFYo/s72-c/cup+cake.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-8579293225197554510</id><published>2010-08-17T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:43:34.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart aches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>A Mistress and Proud of It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TGpeICLJVfI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vVE5HjKxIFU/s1600/cheating+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TGpeICLJVfI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vVE5HjKxIFU/s400/cheating+pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506316986529437170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic c/o of this &lt;a href="http://www.bezbrige.com/index.php/WoW/cheating-pictures.html"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A MISTRESS and PROUD OF IT&lt;br /&gt;Lj T. Salceda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night while I was surfing through the local channels I caught part of Bubble Gang’s (gag show on GMA 7) episode wherein one of the hosts said, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Bakit kaya ang mga babae ayaw na nambabae ang mga lalaki, pero pumapatol naman sa mga babaero?” (Why do women dislike womanizers, but still choose to be with a womanizer/cheater?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago in an episode of the Tyra Banks show, Tyra featured women who deliberately look for and prefer married guys because according to one of the guests, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“They (married men) are not scared of commitment unlike single guys.” &lt;/span&gt;To which Tyra replied, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“What?!! Isn’t that an irony? They are married but they sleep with you or have affairs with other girls? It doesn’t say commitment to me.”&lt;/span&gt; Those are not her exact words, but that was the essence of her statement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I read an &lt;a href="http://www.theroot.com/views/alicia-keys-vs-fantasia-barrino/?gt1=38002"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about Alicia Keys and Fantasia Barrino’s affair with married men. How each woman was being treated differently especially by the media because of their race, looks and background when they’ve both committed the same &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“crime”&lt;/span&gt;. I won’t focus on the media’s scrutiny/treatment to both artists, I would rather talk about the M-word. Mistress. The other woman. The third party. Women purposely and openly getting involved with married men even though they are aware that these men are TAKEN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have to name names, but we don’t have to look farther. Has any of our local celebrities been charged or sued or convicted of adultery, concubinage or bigamy? I haven’t heard of any. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not new and it doesn’t happen in Hollywood or among celebrities alone. It’s very real and it is prevalent (I doubt if anyone will admit esp in a conservative country like the Philippines) to women regardless of age, race, economic status or religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been fatherless most of my life, so forgive me if I will hold my Pa's "other women" responsible why we grew-up in a solo-parent home. After all it does take two to tango. I know some men can hide to some extent their marital status, but it really breaks my heart and bothers me when women &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;intentionally&lt;/span&gt; choose/sleep with/have affairs with married men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am aware that some women are also victims of abusive, manipulative and selfish men. They’ve been in the relationship even before they knew of their husband's or partner’s marital status or past. I also understand how difficult it is to be entangled in an unhealthy relationship, how even more challenging it is to get out and start all over again. So I am not here to pass judgment. I am not here to play the blame game or project a “holier-than-thou” attitude. I am not here to make matters more complicated. I am simply making an observation and a plea- for us to guard ourselves and save our families. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our perception and tolerance have changed when it comes to sin, lifestyle and our morals. Now, being a mistress is no longer a taboo or even a sin or a crime. It’s no longer just a story in a best-selling novel or the theme of a controversial movie. It is now a badge. A status symbol. A cool thing to do/have. Sins are not dealt with anymore. Crimes are not punished. We've let things be the way it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the sanctity of marriage? Whatever happened to good values and right conduct? Whatever happened to women being the (one and only) beloved wife? Whatever happened to fathers being role models to their kids? Whatever happened to us? Respect, honesty, faithfulness and loyalty where are they now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line that separated good from bad; right and wrong; legal to illegal is too blurry for some people to even notice nowadays. Sad part is, it will still get worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"But a man (woman) who commits adultery lacks judgment; whoever does so destroys himself.”&lt;br /&gt;- Proverbs 6:32 New International Version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Take Love for Granted&lt;br /&gt; 15-16 Do you know the saying, "Drink from your own rain barrel, &lt;br /&gt;   draw water from your own spring-fed well"?&lt;br /&gt;It's true. Otherwise, you may one day come home &lt;br /&gt;   and find your barrel empty and your well polluted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 17-20 Your spring water is for you and you only, &lt;br /&gt;   not to be passed around among strangers.&lt;br /&gt;Bless your fresh-flowing fountain! &lt;br /&gt;   Enjoy the wife you married as a young man!&lt;br /&gt;Lovely as an angel, beautiful as a rose— &lt;br /&gt;   don't ever quit taking delight in her body. &lt;br /&gt;   Never take her love for granted!&lt;br /&gt;Why would you trade enduring intimacies for cheap thrills with a whore? &lt;br /&gt;   for dalliance with a promiscuous stranger? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 21-23 Mark well that GOD doesn't miss a move you make; &lt;br /&gt;   he's aware of every step you take.&lt;br /&gt;The shadow of your sin will overtake you; &lt;br /&gt;   you'll find yourself stumbling all over yourself in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Death is the reward of an undisciplined life; &lt;br /&gt;   your foolish decisions trap you in a dead end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 5:15-23 (The Message) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/7376523247978338775-8579293225197554510?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/8579293225197554510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/08/mistress-and-proud-of-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/8579293225197554510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/8579293225197554510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/08/mistress-and-proud-of-it.html' title='A Mistress and Proud of It'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TGpeICLJVfI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vVE5HjKxIFU/s72-c/cheating+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-9071826115639173268</id><published>2010-08-08T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T19:14:40.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>Jeje + Mon = EVIL?</title><content type='html'>Jeje + Mon = Evil?&lt;br /&gt;Lj Salceda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TF-bbVZcrRI/AAAAAAAAAYA/9D8YzFT65j4/s1600/Jejemon+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TF-bbVZcrRI/AAAAAAAAAYA/9D8YzFT65j4/s320/Jejemon+pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503288163572690194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung may FB account o cellphone ka, malamang nakatanggap ka na ng ganitong babala: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;based on research: word jejemon came from 2 Greek words....JEJERIUS-means follower, the doer of the command of someone by writing and MONNIUS- means the believers of Satan who have the capability to empower the mind of people..so JEJEMON means follower of Satan who empower the mind of the people by writing.. spread the news… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga kapatid, hinay-hinay lang sa pagba-brand at panghuhusga sa mga tao at bagay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi dahil ‘di mo maintindihan ay sa dyablo na.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi dahil ‘di mo alam ang pinanggalingan ay sa demonyo na. &lt;br /&gt;Hindi dahil ‘di ka maka-relate ay masama na.&lt;br /&gt;Higit sa lahat hindi dahil sinabi ng iba na kay Satanas ay sa kanya na nga ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totoo may mga bagay na ginagamit ng dyablo, pero ang SALITA- kakayahang magsalita, makabuo, gumamit at mag-interpret nito ay galing sa Diyos. Dahil S'ya ang may lalang sa atin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw ko rin sa jejemon, pero &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I don’t believe that they are of or from the devil&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Iisa-isahin ko ang rason bakit ayaw ko sa jejemon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una, ni hindi nga natin ma-perfect o ma-improve ang ating gamit sa English o Filipino language, nag-aambisyon pa tayong haluan ito ng ibang salita? Kamusta naman yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangalawa, kung ano ang madalas mong i-practice, yung ang magiging habit and eventually lifestyle mo na. Paano ka magsusulat ng matino sa klase, sa opisina, sa church kung jejenese ang gamit mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangatlo, isang salita o lenggwahe na nga lang ang gamit natin pero di pa tayo nagkaka-intindihan at nagbabangayan pa dahil sa misunderstanding o miscommunication o misinterpretation, dadagdagan mo pa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At panghuli, tumatanda na talaga ako kaya plain and simple wala ng “attraction” sa akin ang ibang lingo. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa kabila ng mga rason na binigay ko, ni MINSAN di ko sinabing sa DYABLO ang JEJEMON. Bakit? Una, buhay at makapangyarihan ang mga salita. Pwedeng jejemon ang uso ngayon, bukas makalawa iba naman ang pangalan nito. Pangalawa, dahil 'di ko pa napag-aaralan at wala akong basehan para gumawa ng konklusyon. At higit sa lahat ayaw kung manghusga dahil hindi yan ang role ko sa mundong ibabaw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung nakinig ka sa interview namin kay Komisyoner Carmelita Abdurahman ng Komisyon ng Wikang Filipino, ginawa n’yang halimbawa ang salitang &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“lagay”&lt;/span&gt;. Sa salitang Waray ito raw ay genitals ng lalaki. Samantalang sa mga Tagalog, ito ay tumutukoy sa kondisyon o suhol (negatibong gamit o kahulugan). Kaya kung gagamitin mo ito sa isang tao o lugar na Waray ang salita siyempre iba ang intindi nila rito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa pagkaka-alam ko hindi GREEK ang pinanggalingan ng JEJEMON at hindi rin naman mga GRIYEGO ang nagpasimuno nito kundi mga kabataang Pinoy. (Correct me if I’m wrong.) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jejemon"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; has its own origin and explanation about this phenomena. Totoo, may mga kahalintulad tayong salita sa ibang lenggwahe pero, iba ang gamit at konteksto nila sa mga ito, bakit ito ang gagamitin nating panukat sa ating mga kababayang Jejemon o Bekimon? Bakit mo gagamitin ang “root word” na Greek (jejerius/monnius) sa Filipino context? Siyempre iba ang meaning ng JEJEMON sa kanila kumpara sa atin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa Bicol ang salitang &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“antak”&lt;/span&gt; ay sitaw sa Tagalog, sa Pampanga ay genitals din ito ng babae. (O yan, sex education na tayo!) Pero bakit ‘di natin sinasabi na sa dyablo ito? Dahil may iba-iba tayong gamit sa mga salita at letra depende sa grupo ng tao at sa lugar. O eto, alam mo ba ang kahulugan ng &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ababa-shi-kata-baba-andi&lt;/span&gt;? Di ko rin alam, pero yan ang ilan sa mga salitang naririnig ko pag may nag-i-speaking in tongues na walang translation. Kahit di ko maintindihan, I respect those who speak in tongues at kahit ‘di nila i-explain I won’t call them evil unless sabihin ng Diyos na evil sila. Baka, speaking in-tongues is their way of being intimate with the Lord or expressing their thoughts/emotions to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga close na magkaka-ibigan o magkakakilala, may meaning ang kung minsan ay ordinaryong salita na sila-sila lang ang nakaka-intindi dahil may sarili silang gamit dito. Halimbawa sa magboyfriend/girlfriend, nagtatawagan sila ng gummy bear ('di dahil makunat sila) o tawag ko sa isa kong kaibigan miswah ('di dahil masabaw s'ya.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang salita ay salita lamang hanggat bibigyan mo ito ng kahulugan o meron kang i-a-associate na isang bagay dito. Ang bawat tao at lugar ay may kanya-kanyang kahulugan at gamit sa mga salita. Hindi dahil masama o negatibo ang isang salita sa iyo ganun na rin ito sa iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag-aralan muna natin ang mga bagay-bagay. ‘Wag basta padalos-dalos sa pagkakalat ng maling impormasyon. Sa halip na magka-unawaan at magka-isa tayo lalo lang tayong nagkakahati-hati at nag-aaway. Sa halip na maka-akay tayo, tayo pa ang nagtutulak sa iba palayo. Sa halip na maging instrumento tayo ng pag-ibig at kapayapaan, husga at panlalait ang nangagaling sa atin. Ano ba naman yan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinay-hinay lang kaibigan. Kung masama, ipaliwanag natin bakit ito masama. Kung mali, baka naman spelling lang ang mali o ang utak lang natin ang 'di maka-gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Jejemon or Jejenese evil, I don’t think so but being judgemental is. (James 4:11)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-9071826115639173268?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/9071826115639173268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/08/jeje-mon-evil.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/9071826115639173268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/9071826115639173268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/08/jeje-mon-evil.html' title='Jeje + Mon = EVIL?'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TF-bbVZcrRI/AAAAAAAAAYA/9D8YzFT65j4/s72-c/Jejemon+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-2229599524108080232</id><published>2010-08-05T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T01:57:30.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>What Did You Say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFuxf8HbbQI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Mj_1TbOYYd8/s1600/talk+box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFuxf8HbbQI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Mj_1TbOYYd8/s320/talk+box.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502186532034538754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              (pic c/o this &lt;a href="http://sender11.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341e626f53ef0115712117e1970c-800wi"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Did You Say?&lt;br /&gt;Lj T. Salceda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name it and I’ve probably been called by it- pangit (ugly), Agta (comparing me to the native people with darker complexion), Britney Spears with a frog in her throat (describing my singing voice), snake (when someone saw the patches and scales on my legs) and just recently immodest (because I was wearing an off-shoulder t-shirt). The rest will get a PG-13 or PG-18 rating from MTRCB so I wouldn't even include them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not new to me. Being called names, criticized, bullied, being the butt of jokes have all been part of my childhood and even my adult life. I used to hide and cry to deal with them, but I’ve learned to laugh them off or sometimes I “join ‘em” since it’s futile to beat them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me. Who wouldn’t be? I would be a hypocrite not to admit that. There are times when I still want to lash out or to get back to whoever is saying mean things about me no matter how true they are. I am after all every inch a human. It’s only been lately that I’ve learned to stand up and toughen up. Not violently though. When I say toughen up, I try to explain to people &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"you might mean well, but the way you said things was painful to me. I wish you’d do it in a nice way next time especially if we’re not close or since you don’t know much about me."&lt;/span&gt; Or if I’m close I make &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“bara”&lt;/span&gt; (colloquial: answer back jokingly.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No excuses, I am as guilty as everyone else. A year ago, while a friend and I were fixing ourselves inside the ladies room in preparation for our hosting job, I told her there’s something different with the way one of the back-up singers look. My friend told me, that’s because she had something done on her face. And I without much thinking blurted out, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Oh that’s why she looks like a gay!”&lt;/span&gt; Uh oh... Too late. My intention was not to bash gays (I have the highest respect for them) or to even derogatorily compare her to gays. What I meant was the cosmetic procedure highlighted her masculine features and made her look altered and not in an aesthetically pleasing way. That wasn’t even the worst part. Before I could explain what I said, an old lady came out from one of the cubicles and gave me an&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; “I’ve-heard-what-you-just-said-missy-look.”&lt;/span&gt; I didn’t need to put much blush on on my cheeks because I was red all over. So I learned the hard and embarrassing way that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an announcer and a writer words are part of my day and my life. Sans them I couldn’t even think what life would be like. This page will be blank. Airwaves will just be airwaves without radios or TV’s. No magazines, no songs, no SMS, no prayers, no phone calls, no movies and no Pinoy Henyo. We could draw and paint pictures to communicate but that would take a long time. We could dance with just beats and no lyrics but that would be too taxing. We could mime, point with our lips, use facial expressions or even whistle to communicate but would you really do those everyday, your entire life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words – the ability to form and use them, the gift of expression, the extension of one’s self – these are all blessings. You don’t need to have my job to know how important and powerful words are. Let’s use them wisely and responsibly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I also wrote a short devotional article about handling criticisms in the Recharge book published by ICI and APMM. Available at NBS branches and Christian bookstores.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFuTpofaT5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/BfLYUMYz_kg/s1600/recharge-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFuTpofaT5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/BfLYUMYz_kg/s320/recharge-cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502153713216278418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-2229599524108080232?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/2229599524108080232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-did-you-say.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/2229599524108080232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/2229599524108080232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-did-you-say.html' title='What Did You Say?'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFuxf8HbbQI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Mj_1TbOYYd8/s72-c/talk+box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-2336063723120952802</id><published>2010-08-03T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:38:48.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='product review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>I like!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I like!&lt;br /&gt;Lj T. Salceda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been meaning to write a review about some of my current fave products. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DISCLAIMER:&lt;/span&gt; I am not paid to do this and results/your taste may vary, NO one is allowed to SUE me. Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here’s a list of some of the things that got my "thumbs up":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFj6bFBH5eI/AAAAAAAAAWw/DcpBLU5fcYc/s1600/IMG_6504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFj6bFBH5eI/AAAAAAAAAWw/DcpBLU5fcYc/s320/IMG_6504.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501422287943362018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1.	Mineral Powder – &lt;/span&gt;I am NOT a make-up person. I am only forced to use them when a.) I have a speaking/hosting/performing engagement/photo shoot or 2.) when I wake up 2 hours before my usual waking-up time which happens once in every 5 years. Lol! After I was given some product samples by one of our guests on Pinoy E, I was hesitant to use them since I still bear the marks of a few commercial products' effects on my sensitive skin (believe it or not!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+	It’s cheaper than the commercial counter-part. &lt;br /&gt;+	It’s so fine you only need a few amount to dab and apply on your face.&lt;br /&gt;+	It smells good, actually it smells yummy! &lt;br /&gt;+	If you buy it from people like &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/purplishRuthie?ref=search#!/purplishRuthie"&gt;Ruth&lt;/a&gt;, you’ll help working-students to finish their studies. (Ayos sa plugging.)&lt;br /&gt;+       It hasn't caused any irritation or allergies on me, so it has my seal of approval. &lt;br /&gt;+       It is the first and only mineral make-up in the Philippines from what I've heard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-	The brand/line is still new and limited. Unlike other cosmetic lines you can only order this from suppliers/sales rep of the company/brand. They are not yet available in some malls/stores. You can check their &lt;a href="http://www.ellanaminerals.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; for the list of suppliers and other deatils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFj6bXk7kJI/AAAAAAAAAW4/kU2EpZOhr1M/s1600/IMG_6505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFj6bXk7kJI/AAAAAAAAAW4/kU2EpZOhr1M/s320/IMG_6505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501422292925386898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2.	CARICA Herbal Clean For Sensitive Teeth Toothpaste –&lt;/span&gt; My brother recommended this to me and gave me my first tube. For years I have been using Hapee’s Sensitive Teeth/Gum toothpaste due to my periodontal condition. This is CARICA’S answer to the growing demand of specialized dental products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+	It doesn’t taste like medicine or herbs. The first time my brother told me about this product my first question was, "Does it taste like herbs?" He said, no it tastes like regular tooth paste but mildly. He's right, it's not overpowering or bitter.&lt;br /&gt;+	It’s the same price range as my previous brand. &lt;br /&gt;+	It’s locally made. Patronize our own products! I know the owners/makers. In spite of our connection, I am not paid/forced/bribed to write this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-	It doesn’t produce much bubble. Lol! I just like bubbles even when I’m brushing my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;-	My tube lid doesn’t close well and I’ve had the contents spill inside my bag twice. (My bag smells like toothpaste now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFj6a-4yXNI/AAAAAAAAAWo/pWq9_Gm-2SY/s1600/IMG_7406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFj6a-4yXNI/AAAAAAAAAWo/pWq9_Gm-2SY/s320/IMG_7406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501422286297783506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3.	Caramel Snack Bar(Pasalubong) –&lt;/span&gt; If you think Max’s teeny-weeny caramel bar (on the side of every meal) is muy delicioso and you are &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bitin&lt;/span&gt; consuming just one piece, then you will absolutely love this because you wouldn’t know the difference. They do taste the same! I tell yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I just  bought my fifth pack earlier today containing 10 pieces from the canteen. Good thing we have supplies now, we ran out the last time. Thanks to Mommy Auring for introducing this snack bar to my palate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+	Not too sweet for a pastry or dessert. Perfect for health conscious people. &lt;br /&gt;+	The size is just enough for me- 2 or 3 bites and you're done. I usually consume 2 pcs/day. I just hope they won’t shrink it, once it becomes a “hit.”&lt;br /&gt;+	Affordable at P10/pc.&lt;br /&gt;+	Mommy Auring said she knows where it’s made, so less worry about hygiene/source/quality. According to her, it’s the same factory that supplies Max’s restos. How cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-	It’s not yet commercially available (which is also a good thing), only a few stores/canteens sell the bar for now.&lt;br /&gt;-	Because it’s super yummy, it makes me eat more!!! Ugh, my figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.foxtvasia.com/App_Files/Microsites/Main/464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 547px; height: 330px;" src="http://www.foxtvasia.com/App_Files/Microsites/Main/464.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(picture c/o FoxTVAsia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.	White Collar (TV Show) –&lt;/span&gt; Ok it’s not a product/thing, but I am hooked! I’ve always been a fan of “police/crime-busting shows,” so it’s already a plus factor that this show is about an FBI officer and con-man and their adventures/operations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to this &lt;a href="http://www.usanetwork.com/series/whitecollar/theshow/overview/index.html"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;, White Collar is about the unlikely partnership of a con artist and an FBI agent who have been playing cat and mouse for years. Neal Caffrey (Matt Bomer), a charming criminal mastermind, is finally caught by his nemesis, FBI Agent Peter Burke (Tim DeKay.) When Neal escapes from a maximum-security prison to find his long-lost love, Peter nabs him once again. Rather than returning to jail, Neal suggests an alternate plan: He'll provide his criminal expertise to assist the Feds in catching other elusive criminals in exchange for his eventual freedom. Initially wary, Peter quickly finds that Neal provides insight and intuition that can't be found on the right side of the law.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like Catch Me If You Can, NCIS, Law and Order, CSI, Criminal Minds and other “police or detective movies/stories,” you will surely love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+	Very unlikely tandem of the show’s main characters, but it works! Even if you weren’t able to watch the previous episodes, you won’t get lost (it's only on its 2nd season) and you haven't missed much yet unless you want to know the background/history of the characters/story. Makes me wonder if Kate is really a protagonist or antagonist, hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;+	Matt Bomer is a hunk! Tim De Kay is believable. They both kick-b***. (Can I say that here?)&lt;br /&gt;+	I love the plots in every episode. It's funny. It has enough mystery to keep you waiting for the next episode. And its not too "gross" like CSI or too disturbing like Criminal Minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-       I’m watching it on Channel 9 (Solar/RPN9), as expected they are late. I’m actually watching “old episodes.” In the US, they are already airing the 2nd season, so don't spoil it for me. &lt;br /&gt;-       It's another addition to the overly-populated crime-busting shows available on TV. I won't be surprised if they'll come up with a spin off one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;br /&gt;Consume at your own expense. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-2336063723120952802?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/2336063723120952802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-like.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/2336063723120952802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/2336063723120952802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-like.html' title='I like!'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFj6bFBH5eI/AAAAAAAAAWw/DcpBLU5fcYc/s72-c/IMG_6504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-2665259553143925181</id><published>2010-08-02T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:28:28.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Scrambled Egg with Veggies and Meat</title><content type='html'>SCRAMBLED EGG with VEGGIES and MEAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFeE9Jms_zI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Mpt6knPJ9yc/s1600/100_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFeE9Jms_zI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Mpt6knPJ9yc/s320/100_0324.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501011655941488434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the US, one of our staple breakfast food was egg. I've tried almost every available type of recipe/cooking method on the menu when I was there - sunny side up, omelette, scrambled, boiled on salads (except for poached).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the recipes that I really like was the scrambled eggs we had at this resto near Disneyland. I said to myself I can easily make this one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my humble attempt of copying their scrambled egg recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrambled/Omelet Egg with Veggies and Luncheon meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 pcs eggs&lt;br /&gt;cooking oil (olive/regular)&lt;br /&gt;1 medium onion&lt;br /&gt;2-3 cloves garlic&lt;br /&gt;spinach or green bell peppers&lt;br /&gt;red tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;¼ (can) cubed ham or luncheon meat or sausage (mushroom as alternative)&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;quick-melt cheese or feta cheese (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Procedure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wash veggies. &lt;br /&gt;2. Chop/mince garlic and onions. Cube bell peppers and tomatoes. Remove spinach’s stem. (You can blanch or boil spinach first before adding.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Add seasoning (salt and pepper)to the eggs before beating. &lt;br /&gt;4. Heat the pan, put oil and fry luncheon meat. Set aside. &lt;br /&gt;5. Using the same pan and oil, sauté onions, garlic and add tomatoes. &lt;br /&gt;6. Add the luncheon meat and the veggies bell peppers/spinach. &lt;br /&gt;7. Add egg (scramble). &lt;br /&gt;8. For omelet: Remove the veggies/meat. Make an egg crepe first before putting the filling.&lt;br /&gt;9. Add quick-melt cheese while still hot before serving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip: Serve with rice, bread or potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serves 4-5 people&lt;br /&gt;Cost: P150-200&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-2665259553143925181?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/2665259553143925181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/08/scrambled-egg-with-veggies-and-meat.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/2665259553143925181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/2665259553143925181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/08/scrambled-egg-with-veggies-and-meat.html' title='Scrambled Egg with Veggies and Meat'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFeE9Jms_zI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Mpt6knPJ9yc/s72-c/100_0324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-1486244292159412224</id><published>2010-08-01T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T02:46:51.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Blogging for a Week :)</title><content type='html'>Blogging Daily for A Week&lt;br /&gt;Lj T. Salceda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend challenged, er, encouraged me to write an article a day just a couple of weeks ago. “You have a gift,” John said. “I wish you’d do it everyday,” he added. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he know what he’s talking about?!! Lol! How could I refuse such a sweet, supportive and appreciative guy? I told him, ok hon, if I'll be able to finish the second draft of my book, I’ll give it a shot. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Just a little background: When I finally decided to become an official resident of the blogosphere, I only required myself to write at least an article a week. Many times I failed to do that. So this is really a leap.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, after finally submitting the second draft of my book last week and in honor of our first year as friends (John and I were introduced by a common friend- Jesus through the inter-net on the first week of August last year. That’s what I usually say when people ask us how we met…) here’s to a week of blogging! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week that was – hectic, eventful and exhausting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - I was part of the DZAS team that covered PNoy’s first State of the Nation Address. &lt;br /&gt;Highlight: PCEC head Bishop Ef Tendero treated us to a sumptuous dinner at a nice Korean resto after a long, hard day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFZgkCVFEqI/AAAAAAAAAVI/mZ3E6_wl16A/s1600/IMG_7178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFZgkCVFEqI/AAAAAAAAAVI/mZ3E6_wl16A/s320/IMG_7178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500690167096480418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFZgkTt_JoI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ZFEKK7isY2I/s1600/IMG_7270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFZgkTt_JoI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ZFEKK7isY2I/s320/IMG_7270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500690171764352642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFZgkiPCTlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/E1cMWa-JG1c/s1600/IMG_7288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFZgkiPCTlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/E1cMWa-JG1c/s320/IMG_7288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500690175661067858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday – work day/staff meeting. &lt;br /&gt;Highlight: Ate Maloi’s birthday, kaya may salo-salo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday – lent a hand (and an ear) to 700 Club's Lahat Posible, Magtiwala Ka! &lt;br /&gt;Highlight: being a blessing to others and getting to know celebs who are also bros &amp; sis in the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFZglSnHGOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/TbBaKHuyEic/s1600/IMG_7339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFZglSnHGOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/TbBaKHuyEic/s320/IMG_7339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500690188646947042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFZglIhAoSI/AAAAAAAAAVg/EbJQtFtaSR4/s1600/IMG_7303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFZglIhAoSI/AAAAAAAAAVg/EbJQtFtaSR4/s320/IMG_7303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500690185937002786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFZh4dCJyFI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_g_JRCt7wlc/s1600/IMG_7329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFZh4dCJyFI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_g_JRCt7wlc/s320/IMG_7329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500691617373866066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday – my TV night! Watched Modern Family, White Collar and NCIS.&lt;br /&gt;Highlight: NCIS tonight was a C’mas episode! (pic c/o of this &lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/ncis/show/16772/viewer.html?flag=1&amp;i=290&amp;gri=16772&amp;grti=101&amp;tag=;viewer"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFZxd_3QK1I/AAAAAAAAAWY/Eqo0VgoyTyI/s1600/NCIS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFZxd_3QK1I/AAAAAAAAAWY/Eqo0VgoyTyI/s320/NCIS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500708755052964690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday – attended a memorial service for our late Chinese host Ate Tessie Veloso.&lt;br /&gt;Highlight: FLOWERS! FLOWERS! AND MORE FLOWERS!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFZh5PbpdcI/AAAAAAAAAWA/gq5dUVBN058/s1600/IMG_7364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFZh5PbpdcI/AAAAAAAAAWA/gq5dUVBN058/s320/IMG_7364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500691630902572482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFZh4smbLEI/AAAAAAAAAV4/bSs8XAklgP4/s1600/IMG_7354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFZh4smbLEI/AAAAAAAAAV4/bSs8XAklgP4/s320/IMG_7354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500691621552532546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFZh5ZsV4JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/7qXa7F64vAw/s1600/IMG_7349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFZh5ZsV4JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/7qXa7F64vAw/s320/IMG_7349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500691633656946834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday – wrote the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;Highlight: scramble c/o Ate May! (sayang di ko nakunan ng pic, naubos ko agad...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFZh5lJCrYI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/CMtNa3kUP7c/s1600/IMG_7403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFZh5lJCrYI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/CMtNa3kUP7c/s320/IMG_7403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500691636730113410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday –  church, cleaned, walked for an hour, wrote some more.&lt;br /&gt;Highlight: burning all the Mozzarella Garlic Pizza that I ate while watching the skies being lit by lighting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-1486244292159412224?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/1486244292159412224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/08/blogging-for-week.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/1486244292159412224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/1486244292159412224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/08/blogging-for-week.html' title='Blogging for a Week :)'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TFZgkCVFEqI/AAAAAAAAAVI/mZ3E6_wl16A/s72-c/IMG_7178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-1807698430097963611</id><published>2010-07-12T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T00:45:52.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>From Luzviminda to Uncle Sam: Reflections on my US Trip (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDrlUmVTpGI/AAAAAAAAAU4/xrFACf92JQ8/s1600/100_0878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDrlUmVTpGI/AAAAAAAAAU4/xrFACf92JQ8/s320/100_0878.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492954837581800546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Luzviminda to Uncle Sam: Reflections on my US Trip (Part 2)&lt;br /&gt;Lj T. Salceda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends were right, 17 days were not enough to discover and enjoy all things bright, beautiful and stateside (as we say in Filipino) in the US. However I tried to maximize my time and made a list of some of the things I’ve realized and experienced during my first overseas trip. This is in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.	Visited the FEBC office in La Mirada and re-acquainted with some of our foreign staff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDqw0EC63kI/AAAAAAAAAUY/98hB6iS7YFg/s1600/IMG_7062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDqw0EC63kI/AAAAAAAAAUY/98hB6iS7YFg/s320/IMG_7062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492897104017415746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgh5b71WtI/AAAAAAAAAQY/S_jXajgnKMI/s1600/IMG_7044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgh5b71WtI/AAAAAAAAAQY/S_jXajgnKMI/s320/IMG_7044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492177016213297874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.	Rekindled the child in me with the rides in Disneyland and the fireworks in the evening- spectacular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgyemF48XI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Y3rw7T6Fd9s/s1600/100_0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgyemF48XI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Y3rw7T6Fd9s/s320/100_0375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492195246781034866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgyfG8RyhI/AAAAAAAAASA/hC1bPRRBPSc/s1600/100_0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgyfG8RyhI/AAAAAAAAASA/hC1bPRRBPSc/s320/100_0621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492195255599090194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.	Took pictures of the various types of flowers and plants in SoCal. The giant roses and magnolia trees were adorable. My favorite spots are Balboa Park in San Diego, The Arboretum in Arcadia and my hosts’ neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgjZX1qlqI/AAAAAAAAAQg/HKLyuHp0qJ0/s1600/100_1163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgjZX1qlqI/AAAAAAAAAQg/HKLyuHp0qJ0/s320/100_1163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492178664381126306" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgxGgvHqKI/AAAAAAAAARw/A81FoKcu4Z4/s1600/100_0734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgxGgvHqKI/AAAAAAAAARw/A81FoKcu4Z4/s320/100_0734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492193733514864802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDrn3faFUoI/AAAAAAAAAVA/NQQOf2Z8bLk/s1600/100_0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDrn3faFUoI/AAAAAAAAAVA/NQQOf2Z8bLk/s320/100_0729.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492957636041462402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.	Strolled in Santa Monica park/beach and saw plenty of potential talents, cool tricks and pricey souvenirs. But what intrigued me most was the number of homeless people scattered everywhere even in the Beverly Hills area. I never expected a first-world country like the US to have so many of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgurplDixI/AAAAAAAAARY/So4tEVNZ2R8/s1600/100_0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgurplDixI/AAAAAAAAARY/So4tEVNZ2R8/s320/100_0687.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492191073008847634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgvLtmDEHI/AAAAAAAAARg/FFc5lcUG5DE/s1600/100_0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgvLtmDEHI/AAAAAAAAARg/FFc5lcUG5DE/s320/100_0702.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492191623842566258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.	SoCal is heavily influenced by Latin Americans, one proof is the name of their cities/streets, pero hindi siyempre pahuhuli ang Pinoy. Check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgsm3EtGJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/NNpd0Bl8Qko/s1600/100_0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgsm3EtGJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/NNpd0Bl8Qko/s320/100_0711.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492188791708653714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgwHk_DzjI/AAAAAAAAARo/zgk5hOlMZlw/s1600/100_0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgwHk_DzjI/AAAAAAAAARo/zgk5hOlMZlw/s320/100_0714.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492192652323704370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.	Americans LOVE sports! They are festive and loud whether it’s the NBA finals or Superbowl or the World cup. Please don’t start talking about the Lakers with my man. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgzT5UpT0I/AAAAAAAAASI/vlV1SJlfhGc/s1600/100_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgzT5UpT0I/AAAAAAAAASI/vlV1SJlfhGc/s320/100_0565.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492196162476265282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.	Their small bowl of teriyaki is equivalent to our big bowl. Drinks (especially sodas) are usually refillable or as we say in the Philippines bottomless. Almost everything is super-sized, from strawberries to flowers to fast food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgmpxfeI7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jXp7Wlpgeww/s1600/IMG_7083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgmpxfeI7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jXp7Wlpgeww/s320/IMG_7083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492182244680147890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgmCzr0q_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/U3vZXK9pA28/s1600/IMG_7086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgmCzr0q_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/U3vZXK9pA28/s320/IMG_7086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492181575253928946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.	The weather there is almost perfect, not too hot and not too cold. But my skin is used to the humidity (or probably pollution) in Manila, as a result my lips were always parched and my skin was always breaking. Ouch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDg03IqzEAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/M2xpIE5AJXo/s1600/100_0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDg03IqzEAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/M2xpIE5AJXo/s320/100_0957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492197867402760194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDg03lbAsKI/AAAAAAAAASY/R_C3yq9Ht5M/s1600/100_0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDg03lbAsKI/AAAAAAAAASY/R_C3yq9Ht5M/s320/100_0700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492197875121172642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.	Cost of living is high, so high you either need to have a stable job/s or a rich relative willing to support you for life! Car is a necessity and gas is expensive (triple the price in the Philippines), so are movies ($5 during the day, $7 at night), Filipino food/items are imported = meaning pricey (half of a small papaya for tinola costs $1). Thank God for Japanese restos where I satisfy my rice cravings! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDg3LUkAQzI/AAAAAAAAASo/oFVAUEHsJ-U/s1600/100_0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDg3LUkAQzI/AAAAAAAAASo/oFVAUEHsJ-U/s320/100_0629.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492200413216129842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDg3K7xQX0I/AAAAAAAAASg/GxUlREz1_1A/s1600/100_0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDg3K7xQX0I/AAAAAAAAASg/GxUlREz1_1A/s320/100_0831.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492200406560825154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.	One of the things I appreciate about the US is they allow the elderly to have jobs that in  Philippines will only be given to younger people. If someone can still do a job well regardless of his age, why deny him the right to be productive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDqx8w0bduI/AAAAAAAAAUg/-tzb2Zjmfks/s1600/100_1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDqx8w0bduI/AAAAAAAAAUg/-tzb2Zjmfks/s320/100_1023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492898352986814178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.	America is pampered. Very pampered. They have Tivo, washing machine and dryer, dishwasher, the nicest schools and libraries, the latest gadgets, almost every type of products, services and accessibility to information. However, they pay high for these too, literally and figuratively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDg40p_-7QI/AAAAAAAAASw/OprD_epvDv0/s1600/100_0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDg40p_-7QI/AAAAAAAAASw/OprD_epvDv0/s320/100_0860.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492202222856891650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDqs_WCA7cI/AAAAAAAAAUA/vWmGHB2FLJQ/s1600/100_1066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDqs_WCA7cI/AAAAAAAAAUA/vWmGHB2FLJQ/s320/100_1066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492892899777506754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.	I saw a squirrel, rabbit, hummingbird, eagle, possum, raven, horses and peacocks without going to the zoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDg6bV972nI/AAAAAAAAAS4/E9TdL5pocfE/s1600/100_0988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDg6bV972nI/AAAAAAAAAS4/E9TdL5pocfE/s320/100_0988.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492203987006118514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDqtsMJWiOI/AAAAAAAAAUI/0J-Mjxcmelg/s1600/100_1082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDqtsMJWiOI/AAAAAAAAAUI/0J-Mjxcmelg/s320/100_1082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492893670218041570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.	 An hour drive in the US is loooong and faaaaar. Unlike in Manila, an hour drive means spending 20 mins in traffic jam, 10 mins waiting for passengers and 30 mins traveling. I rarely doze off when I travel in the Philippines, but in the US I slept quite frequently on the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDg99IkLxiI/AAAAAAAAATI/HCIRzavLNQU/s1600/100_0647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDg99IkLxiI/AAAAAAAAATI/HCIRzavLNQU/s320/100_0647.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492207866058884642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDg98RGGDYI/AAAAAAAAATA/Kr8y9VHnXSk/s1600/100_0899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDg98RGGDYI/AAAAAAAAATA/Kr8y9VHnXSk/s320/100_0899.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492207851168730498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.	I saw Indians, Persians, Turks, Chinese, Africans, Mexicans, Europeans and other nationalities without going out of state. I’ve met some of the most generous, hospitable and godly people on this planet in the lives of my hosts, my boyfriend’s family, friends and even strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDg_m5HWGhI/AAAAAAAAATg/TvfIhXsGVUA/s1600/100_0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDg_m5HWGhI/AAAAAAAAATg/TvfIhXsGVUA/s320/100_0865.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492209682977528338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDg_mYOHsJI/AAAAAAAAATY/m5069GxXHxk/s1600/100_0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDg_mYOHsJI/AAAAAAAAATY/m5069GxXHxk/s320/100_0828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492209674147573906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDqzhbYqBlI/AAAAAAAAAUo/XufGOlnQ1xA/s1600/100_1223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDqzhbYqBlI/AAAAAAAAAUo/XufGOlnQ1xA/s320/100_1223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492900082399970898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.	Possessions, work, money, citizenship is not synonymous to JOY or SATISFACTION. I saw a lot of tired, disgruntled, hopeless, empty, sad Americans. They’ve got problems there too. Recession. Divorce. Homosexuality. Pornography. Addiction. Materialism. Name it, they’ve got a brand for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDhEbVBEd3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/Xy5NZb5Pn5M/s1600/100_0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDhEbVBEd3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/Xy5NZb5Pn5M/s320/100_0586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492214981867108210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDhDCG1pMLI/AAAAAAAAATo/pQCd1qA-MBM/s1600/100_0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDhDCG1pMLI/AAAAAAAAATo/pQCd1qA-MBM/s320/100_0909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492213449052729522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.	Good thing is, they’ve got Jesus there too! The churches are alive. Christians are on-fire. Christian bookstores are still on business. I saw a shirt that says “Let’s share the gospel while it’s not yet illegal.” Let’s pray for our brothers and sisters in the US. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDquv4f1AkI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/rBvz-veQEQ0/s1600/100_1263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDquv4f1AkI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/rBvz-veQEQ0/s320/100_1263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492894833174708802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDq2MySq5VI/AAAAAAAAAUw/TJJiTA_eX6I/s1600/100_0658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDq2MySq5VI/AAAAAAAAAUw/TJJiTA_eX6I/s320/100_0658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492903026306508114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.	Finally, you don’t need a fat bank account, connections or illegal activities to fulfill a dream, to reach a destination and accomplish a goal. All you need is to obey. I only had $300 in my wallet (I don’t own a credit card) when I went to the US and no, it wasn’t from my politician relative. But that’s another story that I have to write when the creative juices kicks in again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgq33WYvBI/AAAAAAAAARI/f4evfAnWGjs/s1600/100_0856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDgq33WYvBI/AAAAAAAAARI/f4evfAnWGjs/s320/100_0856.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492186884817337362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, its mission accomplished. Until my next travel assignment, Lj here standing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-1807698430097963611?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/1807698430097963611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/07/from-luzviminda-to-uncle-sam_07.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/1807698430097963611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/1807698430097963611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/07/from-luzviminda-to-uncle-sam_07.html' title='From Luzviminda to Uncle Sam: Reflections on my US Trip (Part 2)'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDrlUmVTpGI/AAAAAAAAAU4/xrFACf92JQ8/s72-c/100_0878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-683562938956270477</id><published>2010-07-08T03:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T05:00:07.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>From Luzviminda to Uncle Sam: Reflections on my US Trip (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>From Luzviminda to Uncle Sam: Reflections on my US Trip (Part 1)&lt;br /&gt;Lj T. Salceda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spain is what’s on top of my travel destination list and not the USA. Just check my cork board for proof. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Please don’t hate me John. Love yah!)&lt;/span&gt; This doesn’t mean I don’t want to visit and explore the most powerful nation in the world. The home of Hollywood, NBA, my boyfriend and a number of my friends abroad. As a matter of fact it’s on my Top 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDaHDdUy4fI/AAAAAAAAAPI/W4RqmtMIKyk/s1600/IMG_6023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDaHDdUy4fI/AAAAAAAAAPI/W4RqmtMIKyk/s320/IMG_6023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491725289106104818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when God opened the door, I reluctantly applied for the visa. Got approved. Found a budget-friendly ticket. Recorded my shows. And prepared for the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day of my trip came I knew God was behind everything. He provided a vehicle so I wouldn’t have to pay for taxi going to the airport. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Thanks Doc Mavic and Kuya Vergel!)&lt;/span&gt; He made the night clear enough for us to  have a safe flight. No cancellations or delays or re-directing of planes or excess baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDaIABZLVnI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tawGL1b53ug/s1600/IMG_6831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDaIABZLVnI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tawGL1b53ug/s320/IMG_6831.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491726329580312178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was done with the pre-departure hoopla, I went straight to the holding area took some pics, used the free inter-net service and tried to concentrate (but I can't, it's way more fun to people watch) on the book I brought while I waited for our boarding time. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“This is VACATION, not WORK,”&lt;/span&gt; I reminded myself time and time again. My friends’ voices still resonate in my head, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Enjoy every minute of it because time runs fast.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed so surreal. Just a few weeks ago I couldn’t calm my nerves at the US embassy for my visa interview and now I’m a few hours away from my destination- my boyfriend’s arms. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Cheesy!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDaLoDDjHYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/-qME_kf3f70/s1600/my+hunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDaLoDDjHYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/-qME_kf3f70/s320/my+hunk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491730315756117378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I have nothing but praise for the Philippine Airline Line crew of both planes I boarded. The service, the food, the movies and the whole 13 hour trip was as comfortable as it could get at the economy section and even if I was sleepless the entire flight. Oh and their hand soap smells divine too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDaHhl0oSZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MlMxZDsJtsk/s1600/IMG_6842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDaHhl0oSZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MlMxZDsJtsk/s320/IMG_6842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491725806783187346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only to see the sky at night and daybreak I would definitely fly everyday! The hues of colors, the different cloud formations and the emotions- it’s like a different world up there. How great is our Creator indeed! I am so blessed to have the window seat from departure and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDaIQEyO1fI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9Q_cxO-HCE4/s1600/IMG_6869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDaIQEyO1fI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9Q_cxO-HCE4/s320/IMG_6869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491726605368612338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is my first overseas trip I didn’t really know much about international flight procedures. My seatmate, a lady in her late 50’s from Bohol was heaven-sent! She patiently taught me where to go, what to do and what to write on the form that they hand on the plane for the Immigration and Customs. Through her I learned that you can't bring fresh fruits (or any fresh food/plants/seeds/animals) in US territory unless you have the necessary documents. So I had to leave my baon of unpeeled orange at the plane. She also gave me half of her meal. She must have sensed I was starving since I couldn’t eat the past few days out of excitement and busyness. Unfortunately since she is a green-card holder we had to line-up in two different booths at the immigration area and go our separate ways. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Bless her Lord.)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDaIlGAltYI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-GPh2BKUIyY/s1600/IMG_6868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDaIlGAltYI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-GPh2BKUIyY/s320/IMG_6868.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491726966474519938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my delight I was called in to a booth with a very amiable Filipino immigration officer. After greeting him and handing him my documents, he instructed me to look at the camera for the photo verification and directed me with the finger-scanning machine. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“You have a beautiful name,” &lt;/span&gt;he said while checking my passport/visa and gave me 6 months to stay in the US if I choose to. We were able to talk a few more minutes before he pointed me to the baggage claim area and wished me well in my stay. I thanked him and proceeded to the next section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDaJpE5gMPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Nhz1HPPsafo/s1600/IMG_6887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDaJpE5gMPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Nhz1HPPsafo/s320/IMG_6887.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491728134407467250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baggage claiming area was confusing and chaotic, by this time other passengers from other planes have arrived and the lines went unexpectedly long. Once I got my two checked-in bags, I again lined-up for the final inspection. An airport staff checked my form and told me to proceed to letter A which I did and after going through another machine I was cleared to go out. On the way to the foyer, two more Filipino airport staff jokingly shouted at me in their heavily-accented Tagalog, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Hoy, anoh phasalubhong moh? Bheelis. Bheelis lakad mo.” &lt;/span&gt;(Hey, what did you bring from the Philippines? Hurry! Walk faster!) That made me smile while I dragged my borrowed luggage to the lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute I stepped out, I searched the crowd for my boyfriend’s face. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Hmmm… Did he lose weight? Did he grow his hair? Did he change since we last saw each other?”&lt;/span&gt; I quietly pondered. I couldn’t find him. Just when I was contemplating on calling his phone, I saw a familiar head! I sneaked at his back and said, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Looking for your date?”&lt;/span&gt; He gave me a huge hug and a quick kiss. My muscleman hasn’t changed, still as handsome and as loving as I remembered him to be. We walked to the parking lot and gave each other another tight hug before driving out of the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDaJZcsBThI/AAAAAAAAAQA/C1NssDNRVHA/s1600/IMG_6889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDaJZcsBThI/AAAAAAAAAQA/C1NssDNRVHA/s320/IMG_6889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491727865915461138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction when I saw the state of California from a distance was, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Are we really in the US or Mars?” Lol!&lt;/span&gt; Once we crossed the dateline, the scene shifted from clouds to rocky mountain highs. Yes, just like that John Denver song. Southern California's topography is mountainous, desert-like and big rocks are everywhere. Don’t let first impressions fool you though. America has its own beauty just like any other country. Once you get out of the airport the scene becomes more and more like Manila, only better. It is populated (not as crowded as Manila though). They also have traffic jams (but not as bad as Manila). They too have smog (not as fatal as Manila). It was almost summer time in California when I arrived but the wind was still chilly, 18 degrees Celcius announced the pilot earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDaI5zWSYXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/fNuId5e1Vb8/s1600/IMG_6873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDaI5zWSYXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/fNuId5e1Vb8/s320/IMG_6873.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491727322242507122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving through downtown LA my boyfriend, turned tour guide showed me some of the famous buildings in the area like the Nokia Theater (where they hold American Idol finals), Staples Center (basketball games) and other landmarks. When he asked where I wanted to eat, I have a ready answer- IN and OUT BURGER! So we headed to our first official date in the USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDaJIhTBB6I/AAAAAAAAAP4/T75HmIk-Ol0/s1600/IMG_6901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDaJIhTBB6I/AAAAAAAAAP4/T75HmIk-Ol0/s320/IMG_6901.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491727575094986658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-683562938956270477?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/683562938956270477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/07/from-luzviminda-to-uncle-sam.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/683562938956270477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/683562938956270477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/07/from-luzviminda-to-uncle-sam.html' title='From Luzviminda to Uncle Sam: Reflections on my US Trip (Part 1)'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/TDaHDdUy4fI/AAAAAAAAAPI/W4RqmtMIKyk/s72-c/IMG_6023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-5810532069661890652</id><published>2010-05-05T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T19:16:13.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>MEET MY MA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S-Ja0jHAmxI/AAAAAAAAAOo/JJpVzP2Evzg/s1600/with+Ma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S-Ja0jHAmxI/AAAAAAAAAOo/JJpVzP2Evzg/s400/with+Ma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468032756405541650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; MEET MY MA&lt;br /&gt;Lj Salceda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ma is my hero (ine). Next to God, there is no one in the world that I desire to emulate and please than my Ma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is not perfect. She is as flawed as everyone else; nonetheless I have the highest regard for her. She did her best to raise my brother and I, at the same time living her life and pursuing some of her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will always be the epitome of strength, faith in God, intelligence, compassion and hard work to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t ever remember seeing my Ma cry when I was young. I saw her angry, worried, disappointed, struggling and sad, but I’ve never seen her shed tears because of our situation. She only learned to cry in front of us when we came to know the Lord and started praying for a change of heart of our Pa and the restoration of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ma is the best prayer warrior I know. She prays before sleeping, in the middle of the night, in her dreams, early in the morning and during the day. I can never keep up with my Ma when it comes to prayer life. She can pray for hours, even days about anything and everything. She prays more than anything else that she does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ma is one of the most intelligent women I know. No, she doesn’t have a masters or a doctorate degree. She’s not even a Bible school graduate, yet she’s established two churches and spoken to thousands of people. She’s my spelling stickler, my grammar checker and my English tutor. When we were in grade school, except for fairy tales or Bible stories, my Mom would usually end our day with a spelling match between my brother and I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ma could be strict, in your face and hard to please, but she’s also the most compassionate woman I know. She is kind to animals (especially my pets), has a huge heart for kids and benevolent to those in need. She takes care of friends and strangers who are abandoned, pregnant, sick, old and away from their families. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used to be a high school teacher, a factory manager, a government employee, a training supervisor, a Tupperware/Avon dealer and now she’s a minister and a speaker. She’s also an excellent gardener and a very good interior decorator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S-N3hWFrKLI/AAAAAAAAAPA/G93jhEBQwRQ/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S-N3hWFrKLI/AAAAAAAAAPA/G93jhEBQwRQ/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468345787306682546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ma taught me all the important lessons in life. Never serve hot drinks to your guests without saucers. It’s ok not to water your plants every day, especially if they are cacti. The best dwellings are not the biggest nor the most expensive, they are the ones you tidy and beautify with your own hands. Recycle. Work hard for your dreams. If you want to find treasures, explore the library or second hand bookstores. The best lesson I learned from her,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Learn from your mistakes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At almost 60 years old she’s not scared to learn how to use the computer and inter-net, to travel anywhere God wants her to go even without much money and to run in a local government position as an independent candidate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s an artist and a craftswoman. I’ve never seen scrapbooks as good and as tastefully done as my Ma’s. Such a sad thing that most of her works were destroyed by the typhoons. She can play and sing any song even if she only knows 3 chords – D, G and A. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math is not her cup of tea nor business or drawing. She has almost zero knowledge in sports, cars or gadgets. She doesn’t know how to drive, to clean her phone inbox or to load a pre-paid phone card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s not into make up, jewelry or designer clothes. But she knows Jimmy Choo, black and brown are not good match in fashion and she’s a suki in ukay-ukay stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s got great management skills, but not so good at social or PR skills. She’s not scared to speak up her mind even if it means zero attendance the next prayer meeting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s a born leader. She knows what sacrifice is. She walks the talk and talks about her walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s a single-parent. I’m proud to call her my Ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S-N2Dy5dKKI/AAAAAAAAAOw/g0UDe8v21SA/s1600/wedding+with+Ma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S-N2Dy5dKKI/AAAAAAAAAOw/g0UDe8v21SA/s400/wedding+with+Ma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468344180132358306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-5810532069661890652?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/5810532069661890652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/05/meet-my-ma.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/5810532069661890652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/5810532069661890652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/05/meet-my-ma.html' title='MEET MY MA'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S-Ja0jHAmxI/AAAAAAAAAOo/JJpVzP2Evzg/s72-c/with+Ma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-4252840336227319488</id><published>2010-04-23T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T13:34:21.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>My VISA Story: Part 2 (Preparing for &amp; Surviving the Interview)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(Sorry I had to remove my tourist visa pic because someone already used it to steal/use my identity for criminal activities. Geeezzz.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My VISA Story: Part 2&lt;br /&gt;Lj T. Salceda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Read Part 1 &lt;a href="http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-visa-story-not-bankcredit-card.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the interview, again I tried to arrive early. My appointment was at 8:30am, but I was at the embassy grounds at 6:30am and the line was already unbelievably long. I only got two hours of sleep the night before, but I didn't feel drowsy at all. I was still overwhelmed with anticipation and nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadgets like cellphones, psp, music player and even calculators are not allowed inside the embassy; so are liquids such as bottled water or coffee, unless you have a child with you they allow baby formula/milk. At the gate, they will initially check your documents and look for the receipt from BDO. The Embassy staff will then ask for your passport and will put a sticker/code on the cover if you have all the required documents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will then be guided to the “scanning” area and proceed to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST STEP – THOROUGH CHECKING OF FORMS &amp;amp; PASSPORT&lt;/span&gt;. I made a mistake of putting NO in the box where they ask if you’ve ever been issued a passport by any country. I assumed that the Philippines is excluded, so I answered NO. The embassy staff told me to put Philippines in the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, be reminded that you shouldn’t leave boxes/questions unanswered. If something doesn’t apply to you (like National Identification Number/Spouse’s Name) put N/A or None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once your forms and passport have been checked and approved, the embassy staff will forward them to the interviewing officer, in exchange they will give you a four digit number. Then the waiting will start. Talk to your seatmates/batchmates to calm your nerves or bring a book to entertain yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will announce your number/batch for the finger printing section, listen carefully so you won’t miss your turn. Once your number is called, queue to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SECOND STEP – FINGER PRINTING SECTION&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be ushered to another window with the finger printing machine (all fingers will be scanned), tell the embassy staff your full name and birth date and follow the instructions by the staff in-charge. This will only take a few seconds/minutes, then you will proceed to the dreaded interview area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIRD &amp;amp; FINAL STAGE (for some) – INTERVIEW PORTION&lt;/span&gt;. This is it! Again, you have to wait for your number to be flashed above the window where you will be assigned. While waiting for your turn, try to eavesdrop (the interview is sometimes loud enough for most people near the windows to hear) and study the questions to the applicants being interviewed. You will learn a lot and be more prepared/confident with your answers. If you need an interpreter, inform the embassy beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost an hour of waiting, my number was flashed and I was assigned at the window with a young American lady (probably in her late 20’s.) While she was interviewing a previous applicant, I overheard that she was still new in Manila and that most of her stuff have not yet arrived. The entire time that I was waiting she only rejected two applicants and in both cases the applicants have inconsistent information/answers on their forms/interview. I silently prayed to God to let me be at her window, she seemed nice and friendly. My prayers were answered when my number was flashed above her window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of her questions were about my work and my boyfriend John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-         How did you two meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-         How long have you been dating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-         Have you seen him (John) in person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-         Any plans of getting married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-         How long have you been working in your company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-         How much do you earn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-         Why such a short time for a vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s understandable to be nervous or to even pause for a few seconds, but try to talk sensibly. Give clear, direct and short answers. If the question is answerable by yes or no, just say YES or NO Ma'am/Sir. If the consul asks for an explanation, then be prepared to defend your answers. My brother told me that as long as there are no inconsistencies with what you say and what is written on your forms, your chances of getting approved is really high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After probably five minutes, she didn’t asked me anymore questions and just typed away on her computer. I thought she was making a letter or a list of reasons why I will be denied, but after almost a few minutes of waiting (while standing, you will not be seated during the entire interview) at the other end of the window, she delivered the good news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"CONGRATULATIONS! Your visa has been approved. You may now proceed to Air21 for the info on the visa delivery."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to jump up and down and hug every person I saw after I got out of the interview room.  What a relief, joy and an answered prayer! Finally, I can eat! I can sleep! And most important of all, I will see my honey soon! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also three important lessons I’ve learned from the research I did regarding the interview portion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be HONEST.&lt;br /&gt;2. Be POSITIVE.&lt;br /&gt;3. Be PREPARED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying, falsifying documents, bribing people, going through the short cut (if there’s one) will only produce more problems in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, if it’s the Lord’s will, it will come to pass. Trust Him, He has never failed or made a mistake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I can only find an affordable flight to LA...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-4252840336227319488?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/4252840336227319488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-visa-story-part-2-preparing.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/4252840336227319488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/4252840336227319488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-visa-story-part-2-preparing.html' title='My VISA Story: Part 2 (Preparing for &amp; Surviving the Interview)'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-8085499398008934798</id><published>2010-04-22T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T23:16:11.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>My VISA Story (Not the bank/credit card company, the travel one): Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S9EGiN6VC6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/Ac2KJe99TIo/s1600/IMG_5482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S9EGiN6VC6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/Ac2KJe99TIo/s400/IMG_5482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463155007896751010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My VISA story (not the credit card/bank, the travel visa): Part 1&lt;br /&gt;Lj T. Salceda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’ll never get it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You have a very slim chance of getting approved.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are what they consider a high risk case.” (Me: I beg your pardon???) “Well, you are single, never been out of the Philippines, no fat bank account and you are dating an American. Those things make you a high-risk individual.” (Me: But I’m no terrorist or drug dealer or smuggler! I don’t have any contagious disease that I know of.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were just some of the reactions/comments I’ve heard and tried so hard to dismiss in my head since I’ve informed friends &amp;amp; office mates about my US tourist visa application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never expected that applying for a visa would be such a nerve-wracking experience! Restlessness, lack of sleep, upset tummy and mind freeze (more like nosebleed) from "practicing" my English for days (maybe weeks/months for some) for such a coveted stamp. Why would anyone go all these troubles for a visa? I guess you need to read their purpose of visit on the DS 156 form to know their answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My online research only escalated my apprehensions. Reading tale after tale after tale of visa denials, inconsiderate consuls, crushed dreams and wasted resources generated nightmares and panic attacks. And I’m the type of person who rarely gets rattled or nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank the good Lord for giving me the best boyfriend in the world! He’s been very supportive from day one. He and his friends prayed for me for weeks. Not only that, he also helped me with the expenses and patiently encouraged me during the times that I was ready to back out. He’s been the personification of hope, optimism and faith in the Lord all through out the whole journey. The day before the interview he lovingly assured me by saying,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; “Honey you will come in and go out of the embassy building blessed.”&lt;/span&gt; Is he a prophet or what? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started the CHALLENGE of US (TOURIST aka B1/B2) VISA APPLICATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I had my old, never been used, green passport renewed to the latest, maroon-colored, electronic one. I chose the 10 days shorter processing option, plus one day delivery service (Pilipinas TeleServe), but it still took 13 days before I finally got my brand new passport. The delay according to the DFA personnel I talked to was due to a machine malfunction at the Bangko Sentral ng Pilipinas office (where the passports are being printed) and because of the Holy Week vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do love about the new system and venue for the passport application: it was  quicker, more organized and efficient! I can still remember the first time I applied for a passport: traumatic, loooong and exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.passport.com.ph/"&gt;FTI of those who want to apply (renew) for a PASSPORT&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, you need to call or apply on-line for an appointment. After a few days or a week the most, you will be given your confirmation/code through e-mail. Prepare all the requirements before the day of your appointment. On the day of your appointment, arrive at least an hour early. You’ll be surprised to learn that lines get long quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only those that have appointments will be allowed inside the DFA building. After showing/telling the guard your code/confirmation, you will be ushered near the main door and handed a form (with your name and initial info) in order to complete the details you’ve given them on the phone/on-line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the main door, you will be handed a number and will be told to sit down while waiting for your turn. Your number will be flashed above the window where your documents will be checked and surrendered. You will then be instructed to go upstairs to pay for the visa (there are 10 days and 20 days processing options). After paying the appropriate amount, you will be given another number for the photograph (this will be taken at the DFA office, no need to bring passport pics) and the signature collection. Make sure you’re wearing a blouse/dress/shirt with collar or bring a blazer with you. Fix yourself before going to the DFA office because you will have no time to do this in line (unless you're a magician).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DFA personnel will take 2 to 3 shots and will allow you to choose. After selecting your best picture and signature, you may prefer to have your passport delivered or picked up. If you opt the former, you will then go to the booth of the assigned courier to fill out another form and leave them your passport receipt so that they can claim it for you on the day of the release. Pay for the delivery fee and keep the receipt that they will give you. Add an extra day or two to the release date of your passport before you can finally claim it. It took me only less than two hours to complete the whole process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day my passport arrived I started working on the basic tourist visa requirements such as DS 156 and DS 157 forms (both downloadable online), visa payment at BDO (they will also give you a copy of the DS 157 form at the bank, so you can choose to use it or the one on the website) and visa picture. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Reminder: always visit the US Embassy website for updates and changes on the requirements.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started preparing my “proof of ties,” a collection of documents or materials that will prove you have legitimate or compelling reasons to come back to the Philippines and not stay as a TNT or tago-ng-tago (illegal alien) in the US. For examples of proof of ties go to the &lt;a href="http://manila.usembassy.gov/wwwhnv03.html"&gt;embassy’s webpage&lt;/a&gt;. I obtained a certificate of employment, my last ITR (Income Tax Return), pictures of my family and with John (my boyfriend), my last 3 pay slips and I also asked John to write a letter to the embassy in case they ask for a proof that we are indeed in a “dating relationship.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also called the US embassy visa hotline for an appointment, however I found out that I need to fill out and print the DS 156 form first and get the barcode from the form before they could let me choose from the available dates/times for the interview. I had to go back to the inter-net shop and fill out the form and call the embassy again for the appointment. Once you’ve chosen the date/time, they’ll give you a code as a “password” through e-mail which you will use at the gate of the embassy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really grateful that God didn’t let me go through a long, agonizing “waiting” period. There were available slots just four days from the day I called. So I chose the earliest date and time and prepared for the BIG DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Part 2: Interview Day &lt;a href="http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-visa-story-part-2-preparing.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-8085499398008934798?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/8085499398008934798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-visa-story-not-bankcredit-card.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/8085499398008934798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/8085499398008934798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-visa-story-not-bankcredit-card.html' title='My VISA Story (Not the bank/credit card company, the travel one): Part 1'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S9EGiN6VC6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/Ac2KJe99TIo/s72-c/IMG_5482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-4153290660918148143</id><published>2010-04-14T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T19:22:35.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Not your usual summer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S8WUasqFzII/AAAAAAAAANs/9bbDoMIL6YE/s1600/summer_time-8828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S8WUasqFzII/AAAAAAAAANs/9bbDoMIL6YE/s400/summer_time-8828.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459933309641804930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the usual camps, summer classes and beach activities; the next two months try to learn a skill, be part of a cause or win something big (or charge it to experience if you don't win). Make it an unforgettable, productive and meaningful vacation by joining these activities/contests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re a WRITER, here are some contests you might want to consider:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.palancaawards.com.ph/"&gt;Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards for Literature&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Be a Star Mom Essay writing (write and send an essay with 300 words describing why your mom, grandma or aunt is a Star Mom to starmoms@philstar.com.ph, deadline Apr.18,2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re a PHOTOGRAPHER, whether amateur or professional try these competitions:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.philstar.com/Article.aspx?articleId=563203&amp;publicationSubCategoryId=86"&gt;My City, My SM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.philstar.com/microsite/ilovephilippinesyear3/home.html"&gt;I Love Philippines 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.lonelyplanet.com/win/?affil=100house"&gt;Lonely Planet’s Photo Travel Contest &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a MUSIC or EVENTS AFFICIONADO, volunteer or attend these events:&lt;br /&gt;-      &lt;a href="http://www.beccamusic.com"&gt;Passion Conference &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-       &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=376101340551&amp;ref=nf"&gt;Do Hard Things Manila&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're into NATURE LOVER, join the cause to save planet Earth and win exciting prizes:&lt;br /&gt;-      &lt;a href="http://www.philstar.com/microsite/ilovephilippinesyear3/ilovenature.html"&gt;I Love Nature &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a BACKPACKER, tell 'em about your (bad) trip and upgrade your experience!&lt;br /&gt;-      &lt;a href="http://www.juice.ph/pimpmytrip"&gt;Pimp My Trip&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a TECHIE, who doesn't want the latest gadget by Apple???&lt;br /&gt;-      &lt;a href="http://www.eyp.ph/whatizzit"&gt;Win an IPAD!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not paid to advertise these competitions or connected to any of the companies/sponsors. I did join some of these contests. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-4153290660918148143?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/4153290660918148143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-your-usual-summer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/4153290660918148143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/4153290660918148143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-your-usual-summer.html' title='Not your usual summer...'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S8WUasqFzII/AAAAAAAAANs/9bbDoMIL6YE/s72-c/summer_time-8828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-5588633877876284884</id><published>2010-03-28T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T02:51:37.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Week'/><title type='text'>This Holy Week I Will...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S68juD1mqUI/AAAAAAAAANk/-hUJOEIG6y8/s1600/GettingReadyForTheCross-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S68juD1mqUI/AAAAAAAAANk/-hUJOEIG6y8/s320/GettingReadyForTheCross-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453616947980052802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(picture courtesy of www.free-extras.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THIS HOLY WEEK, I WILL…  &lt;br /&gt;Lj T. Salceda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Except for a well deserved r &amp; r especially for the working people, the mandatory Seven Last Words and the Sunrise Service on Easter Sunday- make the most of your Holy Week vacay by including or considering some of these to-do ideas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Holy Week I will…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1.   &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ESCAPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If you’re like me that haven’t got the time or money to travel or avail of a long vacay, why don’t you come up with your own “mini-vacation”? Holy Week is the time when the roads of Manila are not so clogged. Explore the metro or your town or your barangay. Do a food trip. Climb a nearby mountain or hill. Go on a a joy ride or a picnic with your loved ones/friends. Stay away from the malls- they are usually close on Maundy Thursday and Good Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WATCH and LEARN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Radio and TV stations typically have their special Lenten programming during this time of the year. If you’ve had enough of their replays/marathon broadcast or the usual religious-themed shows/movies, have your own movie marathon or programming at home. I bought a compilation of BBC’s documentaries about the life of Jesus Christ and other Biblical figures &amp; issues for a discounted price of P600. (They also have documentaries on sale about Rome/Ancient Egypt/machines etc.) Included in my to-watch DVD's are The History of Christianity series from House Of Praise &amp; a few biographies of famous Christian figures. Boring you might say, but I am planning to have a crash course in Christian history this Semana Santa. Of course there’s a wide variety of movies/shows to choose from! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SIMPLIFY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Show some love to mother earth by arranging/recycling/salvaging your magazines/books/wardrobe collection. Time to sew those missing buttons, polish your shoes or delete old files from your computer. You can also clean up your kikay kit or bags. Because of busyness, most of us girls don’t have the time to wash or clean or even change our hair brush/comb, make-up kits, toothbrush and even our bags. As we check and unclutter our hearts/spirits from spiritual baggage, do your self a favor and exercise it to your wallets/purses/bags too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PARTICIPATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; There are various Holy Week-related activities like musicals/plays/concerts/seminars/exhibits lined-up this year. Go out, attend and show your support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BEAUTIFY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sleep longer, detoxify, dust your old bike and use it, have a facial or get a massage. Be good to your body. You will never regret it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CHURCH HOP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Roman Catholics have their "visita iglesias", who says you can’t do it too if you’re an Evangelical or Protestant or Baptist? I have long been planning to do my own “visita iglesia”. Wouldn’t it be an adventure to study and capture in photos some of the biggest or interesting or oldest “Christian” churches in the Philippines or even Manila? Any suggestions? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DISCOVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Try a new recipe or do an old recipe with a new twist! How many meals have you actually tried from all your recipe books? 3 maybe 5 the most. Why not prepare one full meal all taken from or inspired by your recipe books? Change is good. Perhaps you can try going vegetarian for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TESTIFY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Give Bible tracts, text some thoughts to ponder or tell your friends to listen to &lt;a href="http://dzas.febc.ph/"&gt;702 DZAS&lt;/a&gt; or watch the &lt;a href="http://www.cbnasia.org/"&gt;700 Club&lt;/a&gt;.  Here’s another suggestion- why don’t you write your testimony or recall a time in your life when God did something miraculous/extra-ordinary and post it on your blog or send it to &lt;a href="http://www.febc.ph"&gt;Tanikalang Lagot &lt;/a&gt;(Unshackled radio program) or your church? Share what God has done in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am not just referring to abstinence from food or drinks. Fast from technology or work or worry or expenses. Contemplate, journal, commune with God. Be still and know that He is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;REMEMBER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Think about His love. Think about His goodness. Think about His grace. That brought us through... GREAT IS THE MEASURE OF OUR FATHER’S LOVE. Thank the Lord.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you plan to do this season, as long as you do it for the glory of the Lord Jesus, the REASON why we have Holy Week in the first place – that’s the best list/goal/thing you can ever accomplish. You don’t need my list or someone else’s. Do what He wants you to do. Obey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-5588633877876284884?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/5588633877876284884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-holy-week-i-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/5588633877876284884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/5588633877876284884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-holy-week-i-will.html' title='This Holy Week I Will...'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S68juD1mqUI/AAAAAAAAANk/-hUJOEIG6y8/s72-c/GettingReadyForTheCross-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-5475181800518866992</id><published>2010-03-16T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T20:32:47.767-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartaches'/><title type='text'>After a Break-Up: Picking Up the Pieces (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S6b-ekodmoI/AAAAAAAAANM/HnO92jp2SnA/s1600-h/IMG_4902.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S6b-ekodmoI/AAAAAAAAANM/HnO92jp2SnA/s320/IMG_4902.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451324200161483394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a Break-up: Picking Up The Pieces (Part 2)&lt;br /&gt;Lj T. Salceda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re still in disbelief or perhaps denial. It’s only been a few days, maybe weeks but the pain is still sickening, debilitating to a point. You still go through the same roller-coaster of negative emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s torture. Why can’t God take away the pain? Can’t He see? Can’t He hear your cries at night? Why can’t you bring back time or just stop breathing, thinking and hurting? It’s unbearable, you toy with the idea of ending it all or your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON’T! If you take your life, you just pass on the misery, humiliation and expenses to your family and friends. It’ll be the start of a different gamut of problems. Whatever heartache, problem, trial or hardship you are going through SUICIDE is NEVER the SOLUTION my dear. (And neither is killing someone else. It’s MURDER.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone you cared for, you loved deeply, you treasured more than your life cheated on you, left you, chose to be with another girl/guy or caused you too much emotional/mental/physical damage. Shattered your dreams. Broke your heart or your bank account. Wasted you time and your money. You’re left flooded with questions and drowning in tears… How could he? Is there something wrong with me? Why us? What now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Take him back,”&lt;/span&gt; says a small part of you. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Fight for him. Tell him you’ll forget it ever happened, if he won’t do it again.”&lt;/span&gt; You try to convince yourself that no relationship is perfect. No one is. You’re willing to do whatever it takes to repair the relationship, if there is still one. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Just come back, please." &lt;/span&gt;In your heart, you beg. What would be life without him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, has sanity abandoned me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, reason prevails! If I accept a cheating guy, I only empower him to hurt me more. You’ve given him many chances. You’ve done your best. Enough is enough! How do you survive a heart break and move on gracefully? The first hours, even days are crucial and the hardest. It will feel like hell. But it won’t be that way forever. I tell yah! Been there and done these things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Face it-&lt;/span&gt; he left/cheated/lied/betrayed you. It is PAINFUL. Like a million daggers piercing every part of you. It's tormenting. Then numbness sets in. Stop blaming yourself or others. It won’t do any good. It happened. But it’s now part of history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Let it out!&lt;/span&gt; Cry, scream, hit the punching bag at the gym, ran, tell God how you feel, write about your experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lick your wounds. &lt;/span&gt;Dry your tears. Force yourself to get up or eat/sleep/rest/work/do your chores. I ate instant noodles for dinner for one week so my intestines will have something to digest. Not too healthy, but better than not eating at all. It was hard enough to cook, much more swallow regular food. But I forced myself to finish a small cup in between sobbing. Don't be paralyzed by your past or your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Choose to be positive.&lt;/span&gt; The situation will not change overnight. You won’t feel better in a day. You won’t forget in a week. Like what Ptr. Ed Lapiz said, "Selective memory is needed to be happy." Don't wallow in pain or self-pity for a looong time. You'll miss a lot. It will rob you of many beautiful, wonderful opportunities/things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Allow distractions/diversions&lt;/span&gt;. Go out with your friends (even if you become the butt of their jokes). Tackle new projects. Learn a new skill. Go on a trip. Climb a mountain, but don’t jump off the cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Shine! &lt;/span&gt;Let's just say that a heartbreak/wrong guy is like getting a make-over. Chemicals or procedures are used to remove what is not essential or to enhance a specific part of your body/life to reveal a more beautiful/better you. For a day or two it will sting, you will struggle; but you are treated to an amazing result (as long as you don't get an allergic reaction). Don’t let a guy (or problems) get the best of you. Let it bring out the best in you girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Let yourself heal.&lt;/span&gt; It is a process. It takes time. Don’t jump in another relationship. Don’t bring unnecessary baggage to a new or possible love/partner. THE right guy will come. It's OK to avoid things/people/places that will remind you of him. The time will come when you will have the courage to face them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;READ.&lt;/span&gt; I've found so much comfort in some of the books I've read such as How To Mend a Broken Heart by Nelson Dy and When Everything Goes Wrong by William Girao. Or if you want to escape for a while, try some comic relief- read Bob Ong books, Archie or Charlie Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If it gets too difficult to bear, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;talk to a professional.&lt;/span&gt; It won’t make you less of a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Learn from your experience.&lt;/span&gt; Share what you’ve learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“God has a reason why he plucked him out of your life,” said my writing mentor after a one-on-one girl talk. “It’s time to move on Lj,” she added. And I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S59ktc7rY5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/thmB0nnZ02M/s1600-h/IMG_2562.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S59ktc7rY5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/thmB0nnZ02M/s320/IMG_2562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449184806164980626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Read Part 1 &lt;a href="http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/03/break-up-losing-someone-you-love.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Epilogue:&lt;br /&gt;I am now dating a super sweet, loving guy. I can’t thank God enough for waking me up from a horrible nightmare, sustaining me all through out the whole ordeal and giving me what I deserve- the BEST!  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-5475181800518866992?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/5475181800518866992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/03/after-break-up-picking-up-pieces.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/5475181800518866992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/5475181800518866992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/03/after-break-up-picking-up-pieces.html' title='After a Break-Up: Picking Up the Pieces (Part 2)'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S6b-ekodmoI/AAAAAAAAANM/HnO92jp2SnA/s72-c/IMG_4902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-8280366877236554831</id><published>2010-03-16T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T20:30:52.019-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart aches'/><title type='text'>Break-up: Losing Someone You Love (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://free-extras.com/images/smashed_and_broken_heart-1505.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.free-extras.com/pics/s/smashed_and_broken_heart-1505.jpg" border="0" alt="Smashed And Broken Heart" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to get&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.free-extras.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Images&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://free-extras.com/images/smashed_and_broken_heart-1505.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Smashed And Broken Heart Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;About a year ago, I went through one of the roughest times in my life. I've not really opened up with anyone about my break-up (except for a short interview by Ate Haydee on Family Matters back in Aug), so this is the first time I am openly talking, rather writing about it. I made a two-part series about this experience, the first article is more about what I FELT. I put them on paper the day after the break-up. While the second will tackle how I DEALT with that difficult stage.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break-Up: Losing Someone You Love (Part 1)&lt;br /&gt;Lj T. Salceda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought things were going great (vacation plans set, flights ready to be booked and sked’s re-arranged); my world came to a halt and came crumbling down. I found myself back to the same path I know too well, but dreaded my entire life. My worst nightmare is happening right in front of my very eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just lost a dear friend- my best friend (just when I thought I finally have one), my confidante, my mentor, my cheerer, my sweetheart (so I thought.) Someone I cared so much and loved more than a friend. The past two and half years have been anything but easy; nonetheless I persisted, fought and did not give up on him, on us. I thought I've finally found someone I could trust with my secrets. Someone I could open up and talk about the mundane and important things in life- my day, my dreams, my struggles, my fears. Someone I could bare my heart and soul with and still love me for who I am. Someone who could protect me and be there during the up’s and down's. Now he’s gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn’t a word in the English, Tagalog or even Bicol dictionary that could describe what I’m going through right now. I am shattered. I am confused. I am crushed. I am infuriated. I feel worthless, scared, sad, betrayed and disappointed. Whoever said that there’s beauty in pain? Ah, I feel like my head is going to explode from all the questions waiting for answers. Why does life have to be so cruel? Why does it have to happen again? (After my parents separation.) Why him? Why me? And a million other questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is a struggle now. Sleep has been elusive. Even eating is a chore. I refused to make new friends. I became more of a cynic and a skeptic of relationships. Screw love! Outside I’m composed and all smiles, but my core is a wreck. One moment I’m collected, a second after I’m having a breakdown inside the ladies' room. Now I understand why people jump off of buildings or turn to drugs or succumb to mental breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I even start to forget him when my surrounding reminds me so much of him? His pictures used to adorn my table. His voice served as my alarm clock. His messages kept me through a difficult day. His promises gave me hope. There’s the bookstore at the corner. The basketball court. The mall. Those darn love songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the waiting, the sacrifices, the prayers, the expenses – he’s gone. Perhaps it was my fault. Why did I give my heart, my trust, my love to him? I knew men were dorks! Maybe I shouldn’t have gotten into this in the first place. Why didn’t I end it when things got shaky and he got shady? Why didn’t I take the red-flags seriously? Obviously I didn’t, now I’m paying the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never be the same again. Maybe I still have lessons to learn. Maybe I wasn’t ready or mature as I thought I was. Maybe he wasn't THE man for me. Maybe it wasn't the right time yet. Maybe God has a better plan. Doesn’t He always have anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are no shortcuts to recovery, to healing, to moving on. Let me lament for now… I ought to choose the difficult part sooner than later. Forgive and let go. I’ve read this from somewhere &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.”&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So please help me God…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“...He makes all things beautiful in His time." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Read Part 2 &lt;a href="http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/03/after-break-up-picking-up-pieces.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-8280366877236554831?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/8280366877236554831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/03/break-up-losing-someone-you-love.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/8280366877236554831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/8280366877236554831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/03/break-up-losing-someone-you-love.html' title='Break-up: Losing Someone You Love (Part 1)'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-5521083785732639733</id><published>2010-03-14T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T03:32:28.372-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>BEAUTIFUL still even after the rain :)</title><content type='html'>I ♥ FLOWERS! (If you have to use these photos, please acknowledge that they're from me.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JADE VINE FLOWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S5yuBMGyJkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/W4Kr7tNkxEk/s1600-h/IMG_4769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S5yuBMGyJkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/W4Kr7tNkxEk/s320/IMG_4769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448420984664237634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TORCH FLOWER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S5yrm-HtcJI/AAAAAAAAAME/_MvPNd5zF68/s1600-h/IMG_4742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S5yrm-HtcJI/AAAAAAAAAME/_MvPNd5zF68/s320/IMG_4742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448418335210172562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LILY or AN ORCHID?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S5yspfcSqNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/kX9L9kabhOE/s1600-h/IMG_4688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S5yspfcSqNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/kX9L9kabhOE/s320/IMG_4688.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448419478026234066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINK FLOWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S5ytgn31RhI/AAAAAAAAAMc/smFyjJgLasg/s1600-h/IMG_4782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S5ytgn31RhI/AAAAAAAAAMc/smFyjJgLasg/s320/IMG_4782.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448420425182037522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED FLOWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S5yuXWn54PI/AAAAAAAAAMs/8PRDSnjciAM/s1600-h/IMG_4763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S5yuXWn54PI/AAAAAAAAAMs/8PRDSnjciAM/s320/IMG_4763.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448421365444632818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-5521083785732639733?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/5521083785732639733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/03/amazing-creations-of-god.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/5521083785732639733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/5521083785732639733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/03/amazing-creations-of-god.html' title='BEAUTIFUL still even after the rain :)'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S5yuBMGyJkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/W4Kr7tNkxEk/s72-c/IMG_4769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-8727575418871976044</id><published>2010-03-04T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T02:40:10.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>SUCCESS STORY</title><content type='html'>SUCCESS STORY&lt;br /&gt;By Lj T. Salceda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love success stories! The rags-to-riches, true-to-life, self-made people and their tales of survival and triumphs make me believe in the possibility of the impossible. If they can why can’t I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know a different success story. Memorized and played it in my head countless of times. I know all the twists and turns, the characters, the highs, the lows and the in-between-ins- well except for the finale. It is my own story. My journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Manny Villar- I don’t have millions in the bank or a conglomeration of businesses or a prestigious seat in the government. No, I am not as rich or as powerful as Mr. Presidential. I am a daily-rate radio announcer. My 28-inch SONY TV is the most expensive item I’ve ever purchased. And I have a microphone, the airwaves and the written word as my platforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Manny Pacquiao- I don’t earn thousands of dollars per punch (or word in my case). I don’t grace the cover of international magazines like TIME or Reader’s Digest. Neither do I get visits from Hollywood stars. No, I’m not as well-known or as influential as the PACMAN. I do have a full time job and two part-time jobs, yet I will never earn even a quarter of what this renowned sports figure earns per fight. I usually write articles for local magazines. I often beg celebrities/important people to be on my shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Sarah Geronimo- I don’t have blockbuster movies, platinum albums, sold out concerts and endorsements of almost every type of product there is. No, I’m not as recognizable and adorable, er talented as the Philippines' Pop Princess. I did play a small role in an episode of 700 Club dramatized testimonies. I get free books, concert tickets and CD’s from our partner companies. I play and listen to thousands of songs from a wide range of artists on my musical show and I’m hoping my listeners are not only entertained, but also inspired by what I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m no way near the fortune they make, not even close to their fame and NO, I’m not endorsing any of them. I do admire their talents, achievements and work ethics. My SUCCESS story is quite different from theirs though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S5CgftKw6WI/AAAAAAAAALE/LnvZfU7liNI/s1600-h/GSP%27s+in+HS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S5CgftKw6WI/AAAAAAAAALE/LnvZfU7liNI/s320/GSP%27s+in+HS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445028416052062562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an active girl scout of the Philippines from elementary to high school, I’ve attended dozens of camps, participated in various projects and have been awarded GSP of the year in secondary school. Yet, I’ve never had my own GSP uniform, my Mom could barely afford our baon, and I have always been a sickly young girl. How did I do it? Lots of hard work and determination! I sold ice candies; baby sat my cousins and solicited from politicians and businessmen for financial assistance. Our yard and our neighbors’ backyard have been our local pharmacy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S5Cgrna8B4I/AAAAAAAAALM/GsNyG_oVYfM/s1600-h/JS+prom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S5Cgrna8B4I/AAAAAAAAALM/GsNyG_oVYfM/s320/JS+prom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445028620667717506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a consistent honor student, I’ve walked the stage to receive my awards wearing borrowed dresses and shoes. We barely had the money for tennis shoes for my PE class! I lived on borrowed things- from jogging pants to back packs to books. When JS prom came, I was torn. The P250 registration fee was heavy enough for my mother to pay for a night of dancing and drinking (soda); not to mention the dress, make up and transportation. Would poverty stop me from experiencing a milestone (for some teenagers) in high school? Of course not! My solution? I went to the prom wearing my aunt’s Sunday dress, my black school shoes (the same pair I wore when I trekked Mount Mayon) and asked a family friend to help me apply some of her inexpensive make-up at the warehouse where she was working at that time. For the transpo, I hitched with my classmate who has an owner type jeep- 4 of us stacked at the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S5ChAoFzCTI/AAAAAAAAALU/NK0of9glSEE/s1600-h/accepting+diploma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S5ChAoFzCTI/AAAAAAAAALU/NK0of9glSEE/s320/accepting+diploma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445028981624736050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked my way through college, graduated Cum Laude and landed my dream job after being a volunteer for eight months. I’ve been in media for ten years now however, I still live in a dorm, travel via public transportation and from time to time avail of loans in our cooperative for big, unexpected expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S5Cqq36p8MI/AAAAAAAAALc/Wn0cWhiQh3k/s1600-h/studio+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S5Cqq36p8MI/AAAAAAAAALc/Wn0cWhiQh3k/s320/studio+pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445039603032125634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do consider myself a SUCCESS. Why? Just to give you a few reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was able to finish a degree without getting in debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can eat three, sometimes more square meals a day. With my choice food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I can buy any clothes or shoes I want for whatever occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have been to some of my dream destinations like Palawan and Boracay before I turned 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My Ma is as healthy and as active as anyone her age (59). My brother is getting better after battling depression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have a decent amount saved for medical emergencies or a Master’s degree or even missionary work. I don’t have a credit card. I’ve applied thrice, been rejected thrice. What a relief (or was it a shame?)! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7. I am ALIVE and HEALTHY! A little stressed out from working too much, but I don’t have any serious health conditions that I’m aware of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My articles have been featured in various magazines, newspapers and books. I am currently writing a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I’ve worked with and gotten to know some of the most beautiful, powerful and well-known people in business, politics, entertainment and other fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I can dream and work harder, even fight for the rest of my dreams that are still waiting for fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Good old dictionary defines success as “the achievement of something desired, planned, or attempted.” I’ve certainly accomplished some of the things I’ve only dreamed of when I was younger, however I still have a looong way to go. Let me brag, I mean, savor the fruits of my labor for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am a success! How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-8727575418871976044?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/8727575418871976044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/03/success-story.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/8727575418871976044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/8727575418871976044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2010/03/success-story.html' title='SUCCESS STORY'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/S5CgftKw6WI/AAAAAAAAALE/LnvZfU7liNI/s72-c/GSP%27s+in+HS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-2777460326895705687</id><published>2009-12-06T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T02:02:47.380-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>GIFT IDEAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SxxuikcmiEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/exvJGXo00mw/s1600-h/IMG_2828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SxxuikcmiEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/exvJGXo00mw/s320/IMG_2828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412322392370743362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 PRACTICAL, EASY TO FIND/DO and CREATIVE HOLIDAY GIFTS&lt;br /&gt;Lj T. Salceda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, calendar na naman? Planner ulit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired of getting and giving the same gifts every time the holiday season kicks in? Bakit kasi ‘di mo inaantay itong article ko? Joke lang! I got caught in the midst of the C’mas preps and the usual work duties kaya medyo na-delay. In case you’re still completing your list and checking it the nth time and still scratching your head trying to streeeeeetch your budget, here’s my personal list of what-to-give this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. GIFT CHEQUES/CARDS  - Whether it’s from/for a mall or SPA or fave coffee brand, who could ever resist or be disappointed by a GC? Well, not me! Specially if it’s over 500! Lol! May required amount pa? Basta, pag may GC ako, masaya na ako. Madali pang mabili di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. DEVOTIONAL BOOKS – Sabayan mo na ng journal or planner and pen or marker. There’s one for almost every type of reader. Meron na for mothers, men, couples, professionals, teenagers, kids, Tagalog, English, mahal, mura etc. Eto ang alternative, if it’s for your business partner or superior, why not try a coffee table book like 100 Ways to Live the Word from PBS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/Sxxu2ZBBkII/AAAAAAAAAKc/_2lj0jEif-Q/s1600-h/IMG_2874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/Sxxu2ZBBkII/AAAAAAAAAKc/_2lj0jEif-Q/s320/IMG_2874.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412322732899668098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. SUBSCRIPTION for MAGAZINES/NEWSPAPERS – This one super tagal ko ng gustong ma-receive for C’mas, pero hanggang ngayon walang maka-isip magbigay sa akin. He, he, he! Just do a little sleuthing and find out what your recipient’s favorite mag or newspaper of choice is. Then, surprise him or her with a subscription gift! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. PRE-PAID CARD/LOAD – You just have to know if it’s post-paid or pre-paid and what network ang gamit n’ya. Then either buy him or her a month’s (or more) worth of cellphone/inter-net load or pay his or her bill if it won’t break your bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. MULTIPLE USE ITEMS – I am a sucker for this one! I search for clothes or household items that you can use in various ways like this blouse I got that you can wear 14 different ways or this box cum chair cum décor I bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. RE-FILL GALORE – Whether it’s their fave scent or their gas tank or their bank account. Joke lang! Mahirap yung last one, but you can sneak in a re-filled bottle of their fave perfume or fill-up the coin/piggy bank with 5 or 10 peso coins or lahat ng pwedeng punuin sa bahay n’yo or office, without telling them para may element of surprise, pwede!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. HOME MADE or PERSONALIZED ITEMS – If you’re into baking/cooking/sewing/drawing etc., why not maximize your skills and put a personal touch to your holiday gift? Save some moolah or earn some if you’ll sell your products or render a service. Or you can check out some of my friends' products like &lt;a href="http://www.littlecakes.multiply.com"&gt;Little Cakes&lt;/a&gt; (the best cupcake in the Philippines!) or &lt;a href="http://www.ignite.com.ph"&gt;Ignite shirts&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SxxvPwx-XoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6qHjy9V4xJ8/s1600-h/IMG_2809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SxxvPwx-XoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6qHjy9V4xJ8/s320/IMG_2809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412323168775724674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. THEMATIC GIFTS – Why not give him/her a bag or basket of all his/her fave things? Example, know what is her fave meryenda or frequently used toiletries and put it in a nice basket. Perhaps you can also do an all-blue or gifts-for-a-cause or all environment-friendly items, ala kris kringle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. TURN BACK TIME – Maybe he/she missed a concert or a movie or an episode of her fave TV show, buy or record it then present it with matching popcorn and drinks pa! Get inspiration or idea from his/her frustrations and you will be surprised to know it doesn’t take much to make someone happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. BOXES or STORAGE CONTAINERS – Sa dami ng matatanggap mong gifts ngayong Pasko, sumisikip na closet mo. Kaya what’s the next best thing other than a new and clean closet, siyempre boxes or storage containers! Colorful na, multi-functional pa and plenty of designs to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share mo din ang iyong personal ideas for a stress-free, budget-friendly yet memorable holiday gift sharing. Blessed holidays everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-2777460326895705687?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/2777460326895705687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2009/12/gift-ideas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/2777460326895705687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/2777460326895705687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2009/12/gift-ideas.html' title='GIFT IDEAS'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SxxuikcmiEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/exvJGXo00mw/s72-c/IMG_2828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-4879092121644329233</id><published>2009-10-15T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T03:01:22.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typhoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Relief Pics</title><content type='html'>Medal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/StbuwiH4o2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/82Q3BEl6IG8/s1600-h/IMG_2208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/StbuwiH4o2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/82Q3BEl6IG8/s320/IMG_2208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392760121383756642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother and Child &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/Stbv7WA7WII/AAAAAAAAAJs/gEMNK8sVc8Q/s1600-h/IMG_2269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/Stbv7WA7WII/AAAAAAAAAJs/gEMNK8sVc8Q/s320/IMG_2269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392761406623537282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/StbxhbBbsnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/W_A4V8fUbI0/s1600-h/burned+mother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/StbxhbBbsnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/W_A4V8fUbI0/s320/burned+mother.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392763160314491506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/StbvGpQo1nI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-EMeCVTTwIA/s1600-h/IMG_2268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/StbvGpQo1nI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-EMeCVTTwIA/s320/IMG_2268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392760501256640114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/StbykQ5uvaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mKZq6bM7pCo/s1600-h/IMG_2273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/StbykQ5uvaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mKZq6bM7pCo/s320/IMG_2273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392764308649065890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-4879092121644329233?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/4879092121644329233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2009/10/relief-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/4879092121644329233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/4879092121644329233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2009/10/relief-pics.html' title='Relief Pics'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/StbuwiH4o2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/82Q3BEl6IG8/s72-c/IMG_2208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-4564343365600349713</id><published>2009-10-08T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T03:08:34.913-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>MY NEW FAVORITE COMFORT FOODS!!! (sensya na sa mga health buff)</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the foods that make me smile and drool a lot lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SrHJGUt8hyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KDD-R4s0J58/s1600-h/IMG_1894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SrHJGUt8hyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KDD-R4s0J58/s320/IMG_1894.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382304140162271010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rowena's Buko Pie from Tagaytay &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A listener brought us a box of these yummy treats and we can't help but ask him to buy us some more. Siyempre kami na nagbayad! It's cheap (P150 yata per box of 6 pcs), not too sweet and 'di nakakahiyang ipampasalubong or as a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SrHJoDDJDFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Zsyv_wpuozo/s1600-h/IMG_1869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SrHJoDDJDFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Zsyv_wpuozo/s320/IMG_1869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382304719534885970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tempura's Caterpillar Maki &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dumayo pa kami sa Pampanga para maka-kain n'yan! Thanks to Dr. Mavic for treating us to lunch. I did not regret ordering it. Actually, umorder pa kami ng isa. Super sarap talaga, hindi nakaka-umay. Nag-compliment yung cream and sweetness ng mangoe and our own concoction of sawsawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/Ss2-GnGMI6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/mhPMphMCCxU/s1600-h/Caramel+Coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/Ss2-GnGMI6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/mhPMphMCCxU/s400/Caramel+Coffee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390173349815788450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starbucks' Caramel Dark Roasted Coffee Jelly Frap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not much of frap person since my throat is sensitive to cold drinks. But it was such a hot day and I was so drained from a hosting gig. While I was waiting for my date, I dropped by my fave cofeee house and ordered their new product. I was initially hesitant, but I'm glad I got it cuz I super liked it! And to think that I'm not a fan of jellies. It wasn't too sweet or overpowering. Kaso the last time I went to SB, wala na raw sa list nila yun. How sad! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-4564343365600349713?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/4564343365600349713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-favorite-comfort-food-sensya-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/4564343365600349713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/4564343365600349713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-favorite-comfort-food-sensya-na.html' title='MY NEW FAVORITE COMFORT FOODS!!! (sensya na sa mga health buff)'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SrHJGUt8hyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KDD-R4s0J58/s72-c/IMG_1894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-5550879048476679772</id><published>2009-09-26T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T03:57:39.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Urgent Prayer Concerns - Typhoon Andoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/Sr3yLUb6BrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OQm8zapJh4k/s1600-h/IMG_2114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/Sr3yLUb6BrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OQm8zapJh4k/s320/IMG_2114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385727005683222194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ask for your prayers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Some of our staff's houses/cars are now submerged in flood waters. Please pray for Boss Eric Maliwat and family, Kuya Larrie Ilagan and family, Kuya Vaughn Hagberg and family, Kuya Dan Cura and family for protection, comfort and provision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Our transmitter sites in Bocaue, Bulacan and Iba, Zambales are also flooded. We are temporarily off-air. Our inter-net broadcast is also cut off. Please pray for the safety of our personnel currently on-duty and for our equipment. Also pray for the immediate restoration of power/water supply and our broadcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Some of our staff are stranded in different parts of Manila or evacuated to various centers. Please pray for their safety as it is already dark and some of them are still on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Please pray for the availability of resources/donations/help to affected areas/people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pray for the government and other agencies involved in rescuing and helping our kababayans. We are currently in need of rescue people, equipment, resources etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks and I'll post more updates asap. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-5550879048476679772?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/5550879048476679772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2009/09/urgent-prayer-concers-typhoon-andoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/5550879048476679772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/5550879048476679772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2009/09/urgent-prayer-concers-typhoon-andoy.html' title='Urgent Prayer Concerns - Typhoon Andoy'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/Sr3yLUb6BrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OQm8zapJh4k/s72-c/IMG_2114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376523247978338775.post-7648505068569992461</id><published>2009-09-03T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:30:55.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Chapter One... Page One...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/Sp-_id4dLYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_1jeOWNQ-hU/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/Sp-_id4dLYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_1jeOWNQ-hU/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377227078961540482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(during my baptism. with my godparents, my late Pa &amp; my Ma)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/Sp-_dmKxT4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/vxmymp6CELI/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/Sp-_dmKxT4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/vxmymp6CELI/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377226995286495106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(during my first birthday. with my late Pa, helping me blow my candle.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/Sp-_WQVjROI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GrEHzc9b_10/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/Sp-_WQVjROI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GrEHzc9b_10/s320/9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377226869167047906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(during my graduation in prep school. i was 4 yrs old and one of the honor students.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special thanks to my Ma and Aunt Vivian for searching, scanning and sending me the pics!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to my new place... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new site... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new neighborhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a blessing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an opportunity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a milestone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an honor to be 30 and starting my own blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay connected, more to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7376523247978338775-7648505068569992461?l=neighborlj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/feeds/7648505068569992461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-one.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/7648505068569992461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7376523247978338775/posts/default/7648505068569992461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neighborlj.blogspot.com/2009/09/page-one.html' title='Chapter One... Page One...'/><author><name>Lj Salceda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944289844409484212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/SkM7Pva-9AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dcc8LVj3j0s/S220/IMG_0970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST4qBKqFz7g/Sp-_id4dLYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_1jeOWNQ-hU/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
