<?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-13639049</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:54:33.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the mommiedoc adventures</title><subtitle type='html'>When a doctor mom finds time to blog...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ktjison</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7z4AjwYTCI/Su6YMuJqR7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vTQeiCx6RiM/S220/PA010142.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13639049.post-662856943103035214</id><published>2009-12-23T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T17:42:15.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing You ALL, Dear Family and Friends, A Blessed Season and A Properous New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktjison.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/112"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.ktjison.multiply.com/image/SiSQomLSDRjtbUVjI-aNFA/photos/1M/300x300/112/family001.jpg?et=BuTvWibFVoSY6kH3vjhWsQ&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This year had been full of changes, family and friends lost but more family and friends gained. We thank God for his undying faithfulness to our family.  May He keep us all well and safe in the coming years.&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13639049-662856943103035214?l=ktjison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/feeds/662856943103035214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13639049&amp;postID=662856943103035214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/662856943103035214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/662856943103035214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishing-you-all-dear-family-and-friends.html' title='Wishing You ALL, Dear Family and Friends, A Blessed Season and A Properous New Year!'/><author><name>ktjison</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7z4AjwYTCI/Su6YMuJqR7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vTQeiCx6RiM/S220/PA010142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13639049.post-8806653536947852631</id><published>2009-11-28T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T04:43:45.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nail Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ktjison.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/107"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktjison.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/107"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 205px;height: 153px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.ktjison.multiply.com/image/UrLJrp7Mc287+rpGsKsvdw/photos/1M/300x300/107/DSC00001.JPG?et=8BPBLBvzdyHJqqQ%2BbfLTqg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family: comic sans ms;font-style: italic;"&gt;I promised to treat Jus (now in high school) to a nail art experience.  She had been wishing to have decors on her nails (something I did not allow when she was younger) and since school doesn't allow it also, her only chance is during the breaks.  Well, her semestral /health break passed and no nail art because I was too busy to go with her to the nail spa.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktjison.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/107"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktjison.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/107"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktjison.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/108"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 226px;height: 166px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.ktjison.multiply.com/image/ZDbFwti1+Lz185NxTGgIiQ/photos/1M/300x300/108/DSC00008.JPG?et=bKwhjO3iACILDJEqi0sHvw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktjison.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/107"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-style: italic;font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;This week we had a long weekend (no, it's not Thanksgiving here but Bonifacio Day on November 30) and she was bugging me to try it with her as she would be able to enjoy her fingernails for the next three days, so we went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="background-color: transparent;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-style: italic;font-family: comic sans ms;" href="http://ktjison.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/107"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-style: italic;font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Quetex Nail Parlor, just across the street &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family: comic sans ms;font-style: italic;"&gt;from where I work.  We had a relaxing and enjoyable mommy-daughter time and had the whole place to ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family: comic sans ms;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;a style="background-color: transparent;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-style: italic;font-family: comic sans ms;" href="http://ktjison.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/109"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 175px;height: 131px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.ktjison.multiply.com/image/KfC9sehMFQS0ASd8lY6nHA/photos/1M/300x300/109/DSC00027.JPG?et=SLLlbWN9%2CcXAs49%2B11IN4Q&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family: comic sans ms;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family: comic sans ms;font-style: italic;"&gt;It made me miss my Christmas Party dance practice and late for my Anak Board Meeting (Happy Birthday Nonoy M.!) but it was worth it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktjison.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/111"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 194px;height: 145px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.ktjison.multiply.com/image/xzVN330D210WSvAARbKuSw/photos/1M/300x300/111/DSC00083.JPG?et=502E0%2B2htSXYuJmAhHtr8w&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktjison.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/110"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 197px;height: 147px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.ktjison.multiply.com/image/90KX7r31nQaaANAQKh4B1g/photos/1M/300x300/110/DSC00068.JPG?et=jsX9b3ECQHyZps%2B9h2Hpow&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13639049-8806653536947852631?l=ktjison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/feeds/8806653536947852631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13639049&amp;postID=8806653536947852631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/8806653536947852631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/8806653536947852631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/2009/11/nail-art.html' title='Nail Art'/><author><name>ktjison</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7z4AjwYTCI/Su6YMuJqR7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vTQeiCx6RiM/S220/PA010142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13639049.post-6539994396384467092</id><published>2009-10-30T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:41:08.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on the Computer Donations from Japan's Rotary Club of Hiroshima SouthWest</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Two years back, I was a member of the Rotary Club's GSE (Group Study Exchange Program RI D3850 to D2710) to Japan.  The objective of this exchange was multifaceted, from cultural to professional, personal and international fellowship.  One major advantage of this program it usually opens a chance for a certain club to make projects geared toward helping different sectors in the community.  The enrichment of our personal experiences and gaining new friends during the program was the cherry on top of the icing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was lucky enough to be hosted by then Chair for International Projects, Dr. Shigeo Tsuchimoto of the RC Hiroshima South West during our exchange.  Besides being a surgeon like me, he also spoke good English and we were able to communicate well.  He showed me that walking beside one of Hiroshima's rivers was good exercise and a relaxing activity at the same time. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Last September, I was very happy to get an email from him. He was asking me to look for a club or group to which they could donate second hand but well conditioned computers and laptops.  I did not have second thoughts to refer the foundation I am involved in.  Stichting Anak Negros, Inc. (SANI) was founded by two Dutch students who used to study here in Bacolod City, Philippines and made efforts to gain sponsors from the Nederlands to help financially deprived but deserving students to finish schooling and improve their way of living.  To date, we have 33 regular scholars (formal high school and college education), 13 scholars for skills training (short term technical courses) as well as a group of 20 street children regularly visiting our public reading library for reading and learning activites.  Currently, it is being run by a group of professionals as a Board.&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/tos.php?api_key=356eef8a12fcb7ede4c480062b325a88&amp;next=http%3A%2F%2Fapps.facebook.com%2Fcafeworld%2Ftrack.php%3Fchannel%3Dfacebook%26ref%3Dfacebook%26k%3Dfacebook%26p%3DCW_Acq_Oth_Camp_20091012_Ad6&amp;v=1.0&amp;canvas#/album.php?aid=7965&amp;id=1805817722"&gt;(click here to see the Anak Negros Board)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px;HEIGHT: 254px;" class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.ktjison.multiply.com/image/72etPp-kSJ8aOm2t++2OEA/photos/1M/300x300/69/IMG-7680.JPG?et=8zgF0lamyTs4BDKxqC0Krw&amp;nmid=0" width="138" height="127"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Soon enough, a flurry of email exchanged between me and Tsuchimoto Sensei, and the first batch of boxes arrived containing the nine laptops.  With a little arrangement from the Customs, we were able to transport them to our office.  Sensei sent money to cover for whatever expense we needed.  That very evening, all nine laptops were reprogrammed and running smoothly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With the success of shipping using our own postal system, Sensei decided to send the next batch of desktop computers, monitors and keyboards.  It arrived last February and we had to borrow the delivery van of then SANI Chairman, Marius Hechanova's business. We were quite overwhelmed with the number of boxes we got.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Two of the computers were tested and we had a little problem with the electrical requirements.  It took quite sometime for this to be fixed as the summer season brought about two batches of scholar exchange from Holland and the reoraganization required of us by the Dutch Board. One of the new projects we were tasked was the Skills Training Program.  The first of the series, Cell Phone Repair Training has started the last week of October 2009.   This is a free course for interested individuals from any age. We found the need to fasttrack the reformatting of the desktop computers so that the trainees will each have a computer to work with.  We are so glad all of the computers were working.  Finally, aside from just scholar research and school projects, we were able to put the computers to a better use for skills training.&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktjison.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/68"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px;HEIGHT: 268px;" class="alignleft" border="0" src="http://images.ktjison.multiply.com/image/Rb43Z4TlOcnxtrTLNewOtQ/photos/1M/300x300/68/IMG-7687.JPG?et=cyORQPf44%2BdUCBVvCgbmyQ&amp;nmid=0" width="195" height="264"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This report is long overdue, but the wait was worth it.  I am very proud that I was able to be a part of this.  Thank you very much Rotary Club of Hiroshima Southwest and Dr. Shigeo Tsuchimoto! I look forward to taking a walk beside the rivers of Hiroshima again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;2009 February                                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;V&lt;a href="http://ktjison.multiply.com/photos/album/68/Oka_Sans_Visit_to_Stichting_Anak_Negros"&gt;isit of Mr. Hiroshi Oka(click here)&lt;/a&gt; of RC Hagi City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Stichting Anak Office,  Bacolod City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13639049-6539994396384467092?l=ktjison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/feeds/6539994396384467092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13639049&amp;postID=6539994396384467092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/6539994396384467092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/6539994396384467092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates-on-computer-donations-from.html' title='Updates on the Computer Donations from Japan&amp;#39;s Rotary Club of Hiroshima SouthWest'/><author><name>ktjison</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7z4AjwYTCI/Su6YMuJqR7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vTQeiCx6RiM/S220/PA010142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13639049.post-4798708346123749585</id><published>2009-10-29T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:56:27.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wishful Thinking...</title><content type='html'>  &lt;a href="http://ktjison.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/65"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktjison.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/66"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 203px;height: 203px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.ktjison.multiply.com/image/VUe9WhPeq9kT4XUcbqG-6g/photos/1M/300x300/66/katespadenotebook2010.jpg?et=7hIqFOtOxEyBx78rCjDHmg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktjison.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/65"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 179px;height: 231px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.ktjison.multiply.com/image/EgseyYRIHdTc05AppyGHcA/photos/1M/300x300/65/moleskinplanner2010.jpg?et=GmoKVO13wSECEKhh2Dfeig&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's good to have nice things. Some things are worth having and some things are not. I'm thankful I'm free enough to just wish and dream..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love all this calendar notebooks but I am still looking for "the one" notebook which can fit in all my schedules/ notes for the family, my work, the organizations I'm working with and research data for traveling  (another wish area). Add to that lists for birthday party plans, birthdays, people to send letters or cards, christmas gifts, pantry and household needs, bills to pay, etc.etc... Ahhh... the joys of being a working mom.&lt;br&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13639049-4798708346123749585?l=ktjison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/feeds/4798708346123749585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13639049&amp;postID=4798708346123749585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/4798708346123749585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/4798708346123749585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-wishful-thinking.html' title='Just Wishful Thinking...'/><author><name>ktjison</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7z4AjwYTCI/Su6YMuJqR7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vTQeiCx6RiM/S220/PA010142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13639049.post-4505210636592390241</id><published>2009-08-04T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T02:05:02.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Tree in our Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktjison.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/39"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" border="0" src="http://images.ktjison.multiply.com/image/ZVRVqZK7P8MdUWT4RNCE7A/photos/1M/300x300/39/IMG0028A.jpg?et=F8ehVVzbF03A4vP7R0vpPA&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktjison.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/37"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px;HEIGHT: 275px;" class="alignright" border="0" src="http://images.ktjison.multiply.com/image/KdETKv41e4Jj9LDxxSAvTA/photos/1M/300x300/37/PMBS2345.JPG?et=KEUGLgYmy9E%2BYjrKS1XKlQ&amp;nmid=0" width="248" height="177"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Planted by DH Lex about five years ago, we were finally (and really) enjoying our Rambutan Tree's fruits.  Last year it started growing flowers but due to poor weather, we were only able to get a bunch of fruits (less than twenty) and as always, I was the last one to get a taste.  This summer, we were very excited to see young fruits but worried at the same time because of another stretch of early summer rains.   &lt;p&gt;So that I will be able to get my fill of these rambutan fruits, I had to make a LAW that &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; can get a fruit (yes, even only one piece!) until it ripens (or at least shows its reddish coloring) and we can harvest a good number of it at one point.  And with special instructions to keep the kids away from the tree until then (BAD Mommy!).  I was imagining a "christmas tree-like" picture of the green rambutan tree and its red fruits.&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktjison.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/38"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" border="0" src="http://images.ktjison.multiply.com/image/aLyXEh+XWqzOMqA9hMV9cg/photos/1M/300x300/38/IMG0029A.jpg?et=Q6RGFVuKz6AnNk6xgT%2BXyg&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But who could resist? The young tree was gradually growing ripe fruits at waist level, and of course, did not ripen all together at once... After a while there were evidences of rambutan peel in various levels of ripeness found in the lawn and inside the house (bathroom trash can, under the beds, dog trays, etc..), all pointing to my twelve-year old Jus. When asked, the reply was only a wide-eyed, face of innocence.  And more peels were eventually found in even more unlikely (and uncanny?) areas (soiled uniform pockets, school bags, sofa nooks). &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thus from the previous Saturday, I finally allowed them to get only (AND ONLY) fruits that are red, and on weekends only. To give the other fruits time to ripen (and for me to be able to eat my share too, hahaha). Looking forward to more weekends of fruit.&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktjison.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/39"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.ktjison.multiply.com/image/ZVRVqZK7P8MdUWT4RNCE7A/photos/1M/300x300/39/IMG0028A.jpg?et=F8ehVVzbF03A4vP7R0vpPA&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13639049-4505210636592390241?l=ktjison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/feeds/4505210636592390241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13639049&amp;postID=4505210636592390241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/4505210636592390241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/4505210636592390241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-tree-in-our-garden.html' title='Another Tree in our Garden'/><author><name>ktjison</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7z4AjwYTCI/Su6YMuJqR7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vTQeiCx6RiM/S220/PA010142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13639049.post-4708669822656566427</id><published>2008-02-20T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:19:38.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruits of our Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://ktjison.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R70kLQoKCtgAAGNMfGk1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignright src="http://images.ktjison.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R70kLQoKCtgAAGNMfGk1/P2010039.JPG?et=8%2C9vNNSRhGfTuX3PJBTWbg&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Finally! Getting the first taste (actually leftovers after the kids' harvest) of the mystery tree in our garden. Seedlings courtesy of my mother who said they were "green Tambis".  DH Lex planted them as soon as we finished building our house, together with the mango, tamarind, calamansi, rambutan and "batwan" seedlings given by friends and grown from seeds.  We waited and waited for it to fruit but when the first few buds started showing last year, the intense heat of the summer dried them all away. This year it was promising a bumper crop but as the fruits were slowly growing, it mysteriously disappeared one by one (rather bunch by bunch).  We would see remnants of the unripe fruits a few yards away under the mango tree. The bats were feasting on it every night.  Wow, urban bats!  It was when there were only a few blooms left that we decided to wrap them one by one with plastic bags lest it will remain a mystery tree until the next fruiting season. This was how the ripened fruit looked like- .  It tasted soooo dizzying sweet (kinda like having fruity cologne in your mouth) so we all voted that the best time to eat them was when they were green, almost ripe ("manibalang" in pilipino) and tasted like guavas at the same stage. We were able to get a total of ten (gid!) ripe fruits. We hope we can get more next time.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13639049-4708669822656566427?l=ktjison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/feeds/4708669822656566427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13639049&amp;postID=4708669822656566427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/4708669822656566427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/4708669822656566427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/2008/02/fruits-of-our-trees.html' title='Fruits of our Trees'/><author><name>ktjison</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7z4AjwYTCI/Su6YMuJqR7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vTQeiCx6RiM/S220/PA010142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13639049.post-1755861375490459024</id><published>2008-01-25T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T18:51:08.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Things</title><content type='html'> &lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/R5qbigoKCtgAADSEY-c1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/R5qbigoKCtgAADSEY-c1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.ktjison.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R5qbigoKCtgAADSEY-c1/S5000316.JPG?et=auWpxM7%2BAKGOlEKJgYM5WA&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;It was out with the old and in with the new last christmas.  I was overwhelmed with the old baby things populating the children's closet while I was storing the new things they got for presents during the holidays.  Most were mainly kept for sentimental reasons rather than practical.  Although it brought a tug to my heart to give them away, the Winnie stuffed toys and baby bags would find better purpose to whoever we will pass them to.  I had to forego asking the kids' permission as I know they would not part with them just yet. We need to move on but it's good to take a look back. I know I could use some shots for future reminiscing. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13639049-1755861375490459024?l=ktjison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/feeds/1755861375490459024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13639049&amp;postID=1755861375490459024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/1755861375490459024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/1755861375490459024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/2008/01/baby-things.html' title='Baby Things'/><author><name>ktjison</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7z4AjwYTCI/Su6YMuJqR7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vTQeiCx6RiM/S220/PA010142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13639049.post-3789165302904770388</id><published>2007-03-07T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:03:09.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrapbooks and Memory Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7z4AjwYTCI/RfN-BgMDSBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qgfWfSwG0YY/s1600-h/Cover-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7z4AjwYTCI/RfN-BgMDSBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qgfWfSwG0YY/s320/Cover-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040510972243167250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would ask me what I really want to do with all of my waking time, I would rather take pictures of my family, my friends, the world, and scrapbook all of it. Well, aside, of course,  of reading my magazines, books and watching tv and spending it infront of my computer. Seems dreamy enough but it would make me fat... and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is of my award-winning scrapbook (hehe, very proud) which I submitted for a mini-scrapbook challenge locally.  It was judged best by the US K&amp;Company scrapbook supplier. My DH said I must have won because I was the only entry, (huhuhu :-P) but he knows I put a lot of effort in it (I'm sure he is secretly proud of it too) because half of our 4-day vacation was spent on making it and passing it a few hours before the deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an "ALL ABOUT YOU" scrapbook for my daughter, Justine. (See entire album by pressing the link: Kate News  and judge for yourself :-) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for the "ALL ABOUT YOU", JOM Edition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13639049-3789165302904770388?l=ktjison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/feeds/3789165302904770388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13639049&amp;postID=3789165302904770388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/3789165302904770388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/3789165302904770388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/2007/03/scrapbooks-and-memory-making.html' title='Scrapbooks and Memory Making'/><author><name>ktjison</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7z4AjwYTCI/Su6YMuJqR7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vTQeiCx6RiM/S220/PA010142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7z4AjwYTCI/RfN-BgMDSBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qgfWfSwG0YY/s72-c/Cover-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13639049.post-116937812738859173</id><published>2007-01-21T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T03:15:27.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Eat Rambutan (by Jus)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1827/1187/1600/190548/Image128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1827/1187/320/233264/Image128.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, ask mom to make a clean cut on the hairy husk, slice  it around all over to cut it in half.  Remove the top portion to expose the juicy flesh and plop in mouth.  Enjoy for a while. Then chew to get more juice.  Clean up the pit... and spit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken at JKN Farms last October 2006.  We were served 4 species of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rambutan&lt;/span&gt; (malay for hairy) and enjoyed eating it from the trees.  By the time we left we filled up one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kalat&lt;/span&gt; (big native basket) of skin and pits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13639049-116937812738859173?l=ktjison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/feeds/116937812738859173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13639049&amp;postID=116937812738859173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/116937812738859173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/116937812738859173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-to-eat-rambutan-by-jus.html' title='How To Eat Rambutan (by Jus)'/><author><name>ktjison</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7z4AjwYTCI/Su6YMuJqR7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vTQeiCx6RiM/S220/PA010142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13639049.post-116908616162697448</id><published>2007-01-17T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T06:45:25.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Zen Buddhist</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1827/1187/320/525256/Image001.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1827/1187/1600/237339/Image056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1827/1187/320/178951/Image056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has claimed this as his own little corner for contemplation.... actually on how to make many more interesting ways to spout water from the blue and green frogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13639049-116908616162697448?l=ktjison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/feeds/116908616162697448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13639049&amp;postID=116908616162697448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/116908616162697448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/116908616162697448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/2007/01/little-zen-buddhist.html' title='Little Zen Buddhist'/><author><name>ktjison</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7z4AjwYTCI/Su6YMuJqR7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vTQeiCx6RiM/S220/PA010142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13639049.post-115980450286601580</id><published>2006-10-02T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T08:55:03.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jom and Jade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/1600/Image099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/400/Image099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this boy interested with Jade! She is the 3 year old reticulated python in the local Ecogarden where their Nursery class went on a fieldtrip. No sign of queasiness here... except from the Mom behind the camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13639049-115980450286601580?l=ktjison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/feeds/115980450286601580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13639049&amp;postID=115980450286601580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/115980450286601580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/115980450286601580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/2006/10/jom-and-jade.html' title='Jom and Jade'/><author><name>ktjison</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7z4AjwYTCI/Su6YMuJqR7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vTQeiCx6RiM/S220/PA010142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13639049.post-115807410058077411</id><published>2006-09-12T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T19:11:29.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days and School Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/1600/DSC09320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/320/DSC09320.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jom started Nursery in the neighborhood preschool last June.  So what's the knitting needles and a box of hunter green 4-ply yarn got to do with it?  If one has to spend two hours inside the nursery classroom because a little boy would not go inside it with out his mom, then she has got to do what she's got to do- entertain herself while the babies learn new songs and get along with an entire new environment.&lt;br /&gt;I had been knitting since I was in college (a legacy of an almost spinster landlady- almost because last time I heard she married the ex-boyfriend of my boardmate... :-)  ) but learning surgery took over for a while.  During the whole three weeks I attended Nursery school (we  started with Kindergarten then when I was young), I was able to finish a long overdue teddybear crossstitch design which I started when I was pregnant with Jus nine years ago, continued a sunflower design for at least several strands and started a new knitting project- a hunter green afghan.  I was on my 18th inch length and 13th ball of yarn when I decided I did not want to attend Nursery classes again, so now it's another WIP (see previous post).  I hope I get to finish it before Jom goes to college.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, the little boy did not even notice I dropped out of school already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13639049-115807410058077411?l=ktjison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/feeds/115807410058077411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13639049&amp;postID=115807410058077411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/115807410058077411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/115807410058077411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/2006/09/rainy-days-and-school-days.html' title='Rainy Days and School Days'/><author><name>ktjison</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7z4AjwYTCI/Su6YMuJqR7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vTQeiCx6RiM/S220/PA010142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13639049.post-114405970377532518</id><published>2006-04-03T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T03:24:02.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother and child loo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/1600/Kidiloo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/320/Kidiloo.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this cute. And it reminded me of Yom's nappy habit.  If only he'd try this one. Gotta show it to him... SOON.    ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post script: Now he's always bugging me for it every time we see the local CITI Hardware! Sad to say the nappy habit might be in for a much longer time since I don't intend buying the cute loo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. (2007 January) Finally! But only in the downstairs bath and with Nanay Glo. Maybe a New Year's resolution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13639049-114405970377532518?l=ktjison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/feeds/114405970377532518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13639049&amp;postID=114405970377532518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/114405970377532518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/114405970377532518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/2006/04/mother-and-child-loo.html' title='Mother and child loo'/><author><name>ktjison</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7z4AjwYTCI/Su6YMuJqR7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vTQeiCx6RiM/S220/PA010142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13639049.post-114395766551825897</id><published>2006-04-01T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T02:55:45.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My secret garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/1600/JapGarden01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/320/JapGarden01.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A product of idle hands freed from a daily morning job this past three months.  It's still secret because it's not your typical garden of blooming flowers and lush greenery, but I'm proud of it because I made it with my own two hands (and some). :-) Now I do not need to close my bedroom curtains to hide the view and imagine there's nothing there.  And since I'm the Master of WIP's (works in progress, no end in sight...), expect it to evolve.  It would still need lots of bonzai trees and an imposing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;goju no to &lt;/span&gt;to become the Japanese garden it's supposed to be but for now I'll be content sunning myself on my very own private beach... right on top of my garage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13639049-114395766551825897?l=ktjison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/feeds/114395766551825897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13639049&amp;postID=114395766551825897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/114395766551825897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/114395766551825897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-secret-garden.html' title='My secret garden'/><author><name>ktjison</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7z4AjwYTCI/Su6YMuJqR7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vTQeiCx6RiM/S220/PA010142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13639049.post-113354539348674856</id><published>2005-12-02T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T09:43:20.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season's Trimmings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/1600/DSC08993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/320/DSC08993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas can be white in my side of the village.:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas And Happy Holidays to all&lt;/span&gt; who view this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheers to a wonderful season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13639049-113354539348674856?l=ktjison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/feeds/113354539348674856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13639049&amp;postID=113354539348674856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/113354539348674856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/113354539348674856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/2005/12/seasons-trimmings.html' title='Season&apos;s Trimmings'/><author><name>ktjison</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7z4AjwYTCI/Su6YMuJqR7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vTQeiCx6RiM/S220/PA010142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13639049.post-112928269162032233</id><published>2005-10-14T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T08:35:38.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons of Hope 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/1600/Picture%28107%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/320/Picture%28107%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/1600/lakawon2002_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/320/lakawon2002_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/1600/Graceful%20(2)%20(cropped%20version).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/320/Graceful%20%282%29%20%28cropped%20version%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/1600/Misty%20Mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/320/Misty%20Mountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/1600/An%20Apple%20A%20Day....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/320/An%20Apple%20A%20Day....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running from 2nd to 16th of October 2005 at the Robinsons Place, Bacolod. This project is an exhibit of photographs done by practicing surgeons (amateur photographers) in the city. Benefits will go to the Breast Care Center of the Corazon Locsin Montelibano Regional Memorial Hospital and Kadughan ("dughan", the local word for chest or breast, also connotes "of one heart"), a support group for and of breast cancer survivors given free surgery and chemotherapy aid by the center.&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky to be a part of the photographer-donors given the chance to show my pictures in public and get donations for them. I hope I sell all of them so I can help more. Shown above are some of the photos that went on display. Maybe you too, can help. :-)&lt;br /&gt;(PS. My picture of the fern was the first one sold on opening day! yehey !)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13639049-112928269162032233?l=ktjison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/feeds/112928269162032233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13639049&amp;postID=112928269162032233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/112928269162032233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/112928269162032233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/2005/10/seasons-of-hope-2.html' title='Seasons of Hope 2'/><author><name>ktjison</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7z4AjwYTCI/Su6YMuJqR7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vTQeiCx6RiM/S220/PA010142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13639049.post-112453002606770185</id><published>2005-08-20T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T02:27:06.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Parasols and Red Stripes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/1600/Dsc05549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/320/Dsc05549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/1600/Dsc05541.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hikawa Jinja, Saitama, Japan. 29 July 2004.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus and Naho decided to dress up similarly on our day trip around Saitama to see the sights. They topped it with two pink plastic umbrellas as it was drizzling that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13639049-112453002606770185?l=ktjison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/feeds/112453002606770185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13639049&amp;postID=112453002606770185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/112453002606770185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/112453002606770185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/2005/08/pink-parasols-and-red-stripes.html' title='Pink Parasols and Red Stripes'/><author><name>ktjison</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7z4AjwYTCI/Su6YMuJqR7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vTQeiCx6RiM/S220/PA010142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13639049.post-112452688105980231</id><published>2005-08-20T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T01:34:41.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/1600/Image(023)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/320/Image%28023%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the ever so fleeting milestones in life is losing one's baby teeth. It is the inevitable threshold we all go through from babyhood to being "big". It is wonderful to see real and beautiful smiles inspite of lacking teeth. I think it is when one starts to have second thoughts on flashing a toothless grin that he loses his innocence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13639049-112452688105980231?l=ktjison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/feeds/112452688105980231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13639049&amp;postID=112452688105980231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/112452688105980231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/112452688105980231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/2005/08/toothless.html' title='Toothless'/><author><name>ktjison</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7z4AjwYTCI/Su6YMuJqR7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vTQeiCx6RiM/S220/PA010142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13639049.post-112098805037343335</id><published>2005-07-07T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T02:34:10.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursdays for Jom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/1600/Picture_128_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/320/Picture_128_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I decided to take time off from work when my 2-year old son Jom went into the "separation anxiety" stage. Sadly, the anxiety was not because of him being separated from me but of Mama taking him away from Nana. I chose thursdays because I actually don't have much appointments on that day and I noticed that banks and bill payment centers (in my side of the world) aren't so full either. Don't ask me why. It's probably the "rest" day for money too? :-)So I get to spend time with my Jom Thursday afternoons. After morning clinic and a late lunch for me, we both start to laze around and watch tv and doze off, which practically happens in about 30 minutes. By the time I wake up (this boy naps for hours), Jus has come home from school and gets my undivided attention during homework time. The next time I get to join my baby is on our nightly "spiderman-bed sleep mama and Jom" routine. Time flies fast. I hope his childhood memories of Mama will not be limited to just having naps and saying goodnights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13639049-112098805037343335?l=ktjison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/feeds/112098805037343335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13639049&amp;postID=112098805037343335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/112098805037343335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/112098805037343335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/2005/07/thursdays-for-jom.html' title='Thursdays for Jom'/><author><name>ktjison</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7z4AjwYTCI/Su6YMuJqR7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vTQeiCx6RiM/S220/PA010142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13639049.post-111867929055456669</id><published>2005-06-13T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T12:12:07.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/1600/DSC07067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1827/1187/320/DSC07067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's usually over when the trundle beds get transferred back to the kids' room. It's definitely over when we start packing the plastic wading pool into it's blue plastic container. The water bill has doubled and our usually green lawn looks like the hoax UFO designs made by pranksters on a US wheat field. Jus, my soon to be eight year old third grader, has opened and closed her school bag for the nth time, checking her new books, notebooks and school accessories- a thing she will get tired of doing by the third day of classes. I'm looking forward to clocking in a whole four hours in my retainer job once classes start, and being on time for clinic and teaching doctors-to-be. I used to dream of having a job that would not require me to get up early in the morning but being a mom has given me a chance to see the sunrise every once in a while, enjoy it with my morning tea or coffee and join my hub (who always gets up earlier than everybody) for breakfast. The sun still creates long shadows as we go out of our driveway... another adventure begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13639049-111867929055456669?l=ktjison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/feeds/111867929055456669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13639049&amp;postID=111867929055456669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/111867929055456669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13639049/posts/default/111867929055456669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktjison.blogspot.com/2005/06/summers-over_13.html' title='Summer&apos;s over'/><author><name>ktjison</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7z4AjwYTCI/Su6YMuJqR7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vTQeiCx6RiM/S220/PA010142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
