<?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-1655581917699542856</id><updated>2012-01-25T13:01:07.936+10:00</updated><category term='Yuldong'/><category term='Folf lore tales'/><category term='Korea'/><category term='Disrespectful'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Bundang'/><category term='Marriage and Life'/><category term='Truth prevails'/><category term='Law abiding citizens'/><category term='Moving Forward'/><category term='for my father'/><category term='Affection'/><category term='BBQ'/><category term='I hope so'/><category term='Fear Vs Love'/><category term='Ughh'/><category term='Fun times Oct 09'/><category term='Election'/><category term='boonies'/><category term='Smiles from BAD EYES'/><category term='FB or Blog'/><category term='For love and happiness'/><category term='Forever Take Two'/><category term='Stride for Success'/><category term='Fuel again'/><category term='Yuldong Park'/><category term='Thankgiving Sexy Bird'/><category term='Dinner'/><category term='No other could be worse'/><category term='Life as it is...'/><category term='Jokes'/><category term='Listening'/><category term='Wade'/><category term='Being screwed'/><category term='Effort'/><category term='Finding Yourself'/><category term='Wayne&apos;s Venting Again'/><category term='Park'/><category term='A Great Nation'/><category term='Bungee Jumping'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Drunk Drivers Kill'/><category term='Reasons to stay on Saipan'/><category term='2nd Annual De-Lurk'/><category term='Road Blocks Ahead'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Investment for the CNMI'/><category term='A.L.L'/><category term='CNMI Business'/><category term='Gratitude'/><category term='Fantasy'/><category term='dwarf habitat'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Eurasia'/><category term='Weekend Fun'/><category term='Doomsday'/><category term='Walk'/><category term='Living Life'/><category term='Who says eight is too much?'/><category term='Elections 2009'/><category term='Time'/><category term='Naive'/><category term='No Road Blocks Please'/><category term='fooled'/><category term='Knowing all or nothing'/><category term='Arrogant'/><title type='text'>Fatherly Strides</title><subtitle type='html'>Speaking your mind when it matters to you.  My personal rendition of life in it's failures, successes, struggles, happiness as a father in today's day and age.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-4878549818952424932</id><published>2012-01-25T12:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T12:41:50.565+10:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 had its challenges and successes</title><content type='html'>Its kinda late when I started to think about how was 2011 for me in general. My optimism gave my highs and depression gave my lows, but I'd say, my ratio of highs vs. lows was probably an 80-20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting enough, I remember mostly my lows. Hmmm, why is that? is it because it had a great, significant impact on how I felt whether it'd be for a day or carried and lingering for a week or so? Not sure exactly, so I could say 2011 was pretty awesome despite what I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess as a father, I have practiced so much into ensuring I show more love physically towards my wife and children. A time to refresh my memory of how this all transpired puts me right now at a high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boni and I went through scream free parenting and marriage encounter in 2010, and practicing what I've learned took some time. Reaping the benefits surely was seen in 2011. I could never imagined that using tools to build my undivided love and attention for my family has made everything all worthwhile and happiness is seen throughout my glow in life as it is today. &amp;nbsp;I feel an overwhelming feeling of joy, as such that I can relate to is the smell of a new car, its distinct aroma of scented&amp;nbsp;chemicals&amp;nbsp;that inspire a man's ego of accomplishment. A taste of strong coffee in morning where you say to yourself you just need it to make your day great, or that spicy pepper that makes food taste immaculate. It is that feeling of the morning sun as it rises from the horizon knowing a beautiful day is expected and you turn to the family and say let's go out, the beach, around the island, an activity where smiles and laughter give you the pleasantries of knowing you are doing great as a parent, as a father. What more can be expected as 2011 closed its doors for me on a happy note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My challenges were that of finances. &amp;nbsp;Well who doesn't have that in their lives. I won't dwell too much on it, as with living and revolving around finance, all you can do is wake each day and pray that what you do counts to making a difference for&amp;nbsp;yourself&amp;nbsp;and for those around you. You see, my intentions to build my family up comes first. Then my extended family is my employees, they too are as important in my life. Sometimes I feel like the godfather, except with no Italian mob accent, maybe I should start practicing and be called the "DON". Nevertheless, each to their own lingers in my mind, but if I can help to steer them and assist in helping them find the fruits of labor in their lives, then that too is an accomplishment, yet finance challenges stick around for the long haul and I must ensure that making and taking the right choices will benefit myself, my family and everyone around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Successes is depended on how you feel about the accomplishment whether big or small. I'd say I have had many successes in 2011. But that did not come without support from my wife and others and the love for what I do. I am a person who is motivated by an idea. Never giving up on what I believe is possible drives me to engage into new challenges. I take stride each time I face an idea to see whether I can make this work and whether it be something that will benefit the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tops + More magazine and Charcoal BBQ paved way for new income for Bison Relations, my partnership with my fellow employees make this a worthwhile venture knowing full well we are doing what we all do best and enjoy. Hence, we all strive for challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for parenting, it has its greatest pleasures. The love we share, communication (which can be improved more), my patience and understanding indicates that we will all be fine. Our journey into a peaceful lifestyle will only enhance each and everyone of us. My life is full and 2011 has been good to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-4878549818952424932?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4878549818952424932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=4878549818952424932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4878549818952424932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4878549818952424932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-had-its-challenges-and-successes.html' title='2011 had its challenges and successes'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-7493286328311790098</id><published>2012-01-14T10:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T10:04:52.121+10:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, so I'm losing weight...</title><content type='html'>My wife posted a comment on FB about my lost of weight. She intentionally made a statement to ask "so what" and I agree with her. Ok so I'm losing weight and some say I'm on drugs and using some rapid lose weight pills, and that's a laugh to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! I am eating better, portioning foods for what I need to burn&amp;nbsp;calories, staying away from junk food and picking up oranges, apples, pears, melons and plenty of water. I guess this works for me as for others it may not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in essence, yes I am losing weight, but that's for my benefit - my personal goal of longevity in life for my family. I will do what is necessary to maintain I live long enough to share valuable memories and build them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For too long, I've&amp;nbsp;neglected&amp;nbsp;my health, now that I am eating right and lost the weight, its time to turn into other healthy living standards such as the removal of bad habitual practices. Ughh! yes I do have my share of "bad" habits. One day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how the word spread likes wildfire here in the Commonwealth, I guess its a good thing if its positive and dreadful if not. &amp;nbsp;Nevertheless, my clarifications on my weight lost is clear, no drugs, no pills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-7493286328311790098?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7493286328311790098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=7493286328311790098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/7493286328311790098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/7493286328311790098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2012/01/ok-so-im-losing-weight.html' title='OK, so I&apos;m losing weight...'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-6529250047198330138</id><published>2011-11-26T11:33:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T11:42:29.997+10:00</updated><title type='text'>She never ceases to amaze me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hoAdP2Lfeis/TtBAA5zILbI/AAAAAAAABEA/j24AZ5RYajg/s1600/Wedding+Honeymoon+Photos+056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hoAdP2Lfeis/TtBAA5zILbI/AAAAAAAABEA/j24AZ5RYajg/s320/Wedding+Honeymoon+Photos+056.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something beautiful is seen each passing day with this woman. Something undeniably elegant, something that truly amazes me each day. It is the heart of a woman who cares, who loves, who truly commits herself to her family, her husband. A woman who sees no boundaries to love, a woman who feels pain and suffers hurt, but is destined to keep moving forward. She is truly amazing and this person is my wife, Boni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zWFKYbWoeAs/TtA_zk_CIKI/AAAAAAAABDw/LLCJD1YWLfM/s1600/Bali+2009+%252840%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zWFKYbWoeAs/TtA_zk_CIKI/AAAAAAAABDw/LLCJD1YWLfM/s320/Bali+2009+%252840%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have longed to find someone with natural beauty inside and out, I cherish each day with her knowing I am fulfilled in many ways. Her endearing qualities surpass my expectations and for that, I am forever grateful to the lord for making our paths cross despite how it did come around. She is there, now, with me and she never ceases to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-iQulFPdd4/TtA_sqZiTTI/AAAAAAAABDo/dVcibMvhUwM/s1600/IMG_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-iQulFPdd4/TtA_sqZiTTI/AAAAAAAABDo/dVcibMvhUwM/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes everyone smile. Last Halloween, she made goodies for our children that were brought to school to share. It was my first time to bring something to Wade as that is not something usually done on my part. I was overwhelmed with feelings that are difficult to describe, yet I know it meant the world to me. She made him smile even though she wasn't there to see his joy and happiness. you cannot purchase such love as&amp;nbsp;genuine&amp;nbsp;as what she puts out and in return, I love her the same way if not more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-6529250047198330138?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6529250047198330138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=6529250047198330138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/6529250047198330138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/6529250047198330138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2011/11/she-never-ceases-to-amaze-me.html' title='She never ceases to amaze me'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hoAdP2Lfeis/TtBAA5zILbI/AAAAAAAABEA/j24AZ5RYajg/s72-c/Wedding+Honeymoon+Photos+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-4606382041536188945</id><published>2011-11-14T13:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T13:30:38.239+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Just Feelings...</title><content type='html'>Feelings are neither right or wrong, its the actions that define whether its the right or wrong, its the choice made to act - Thats it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sensed something that depressed me, but nothing that I could have done&amp;nbsp;anything&amp;nbsp;to prevent it, yet, it bothers me deeply. People's actions and words have a &amp;nbsp;significant impact on people themselves, let alone we don't feel it right away, sometimes, but its there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am telling myself to get out of this rut and start looking at the more positive things in life. Time to do so, no time to waste...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-4606382041536188945?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4606382041536188945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=4606382041536188945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4606382041536188945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4606382041536188945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-just-feelings.html' title='Its Just Feelings...'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-6190383117219926285</id><published>2011-10-24T14:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T14:01:57.738+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Way too long!</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's been way too long since I've last posted. It has been a months in progress and turning of events that have defined the company - &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;BISON&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Relations&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's relentless demands and innovative means to placing our mark, a niche in which we have built is now on its way - alive and breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I should have not undermined my blog. For months I have thought about getting on and&amp;nbsp;placing&amp;nbsp;an update, but realistically, I was challenged. Two magazines &amp;nbsp;and many projects later, I am back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-6190383117219926285?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6190383117219926285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=6190383117219926285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/6190383117219926285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/6190383117219926285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2011/10/way-too-long.html' title='Way too long!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-4142791250537737812</id><published>2011-05-07T08:18:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T08:19:47.774+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day for a Special Someone... Love Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-95QynGuW8DE/TcRzdXZ3M8I/AAAAAAAABC0/pXtvTgEQLwg/s1600/DSC08773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-95QynGuW8DE/TcRzdXZ3M8I/AAAAAAAABC0/pXtvTgEQLwg/s320/DSC08773.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dearest Honey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year comes before us as we had recently celebrated our anniversary, but today marks you holiday, your special day, your mothers day in our home and in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the rock that holds us in place, you endure all emotions, you have shown us ways to love more and for that I am sure the children and I are forever grateful.&amp;nbsp; The life we share has its up and downs, but that's our life together, the more we share with each other, the more I can't live without you. You see, at any day of the year, I celebrate my love for you and on this day-Mothers Day- the world celebrates for you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your qualities as a woman, a mother is the wow factor! I only saw this more as my life with you pushes day by day and I am more impressed with who I have in my life to love. You are beautiful all around and from me, you take my every breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boni, honey, love, friend, partner, I love you. Happy Mothers Day baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your hubby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-4142791250537737812?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4142791250537737812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=4142791250537737812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4142791250537737812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4142791250537737812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day-for-special-someone-love.html' title='Mothers Day for a Special Someone... Love Letter'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-95QynGuW8DE/TcRzdXZ3M8I/AAAAAAAABC0/pXtvTgEQLwg/s72-c/DSC08773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-4162020223380662466</id><published>2011-01-10T13:39:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:40:11.330+10:00</updated><title type='text'>NMI ET - Online commentators become critics of life, justice, economy, politics...</title><content type='html'>Entertainment tonight from the CNMI captures yet another headline story featuring the NMI leaders, the business person of the year,&amp;nbsp;rapist/sex offenders released at minimal charges and of the course, government in shambles: asserting a trim down government- payless paydays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the critic, its perfectly fine to become the critic you are, but one must consider what have you done to make change in the CNMI? What have you contributed to sit idle in the comfort of your office chair or home and dictate or judge others actions. Lets take a look at the Marine Monument. At one point everyone thought of the project as opportunity, the lawmakers were being&amp;nbsp;Shepperd&amp;nbsp;in to believe its good considering an&amp;nbsp;approval&amp;nbsp;was necessary, but not that you think of, I for one am glad it took the course it did. More time was&amp;nbsp;allotted&amp;nbsp;to think about the issue, I am not saying I am against the monument, but I&amp;nbsp;realize&amp;nbsp;that the lawmakers had a point to make, had an issue to be thought out and sure&amp;nbsp;enough&amp;nbsp;there were more issues than one. Nevertheless, the negotiation was needed to get our statement across, Thanks to Angelo and Laurie and everyone else as well our lawmakers for ensuring that we did not just lose everything, but at least&amp;nbsp;something&amp;nbsp;to gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we have a monument, etched in the books of Congress, whats next? &amp;nbsp;Then you have the inflated government, I don't disagree with the comments that get in stating the government is fat and needs to be trimmed, but where would you start? I wonder if those critics are working for the government and whether they realize what could possibly happen to their employment if any. Can the private sector pull the weight of 4K plus employees? I don't think so. This is ir rational if the lawmakers think that the private can absorb such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food stamps, Lehap, HUD funds, there's so much out there. Alright, so the news is news, the&amp;nbsp;reporting&amp;nbsp;are either factual,&amp;nbsp;opinionated&amp;nbsp;or possibly baseless (yup, the worst news). Then again, the critics are horrid with some of their online comments. &amp;nbsp;I believe in speaking freely, I believe in choices, but to degrade and place showmanship of what you feel you know versus that of any actions, in my opinion is hypocritical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I wrote this, but I think its has been weeks from reading online comments on the Variety that has got me feeling disgusted by some comments. &amp;nbsp;Everyone seems to be a theorist, a know it all, scientist if you will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-4162020223380662466?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4162020223380662466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=4162020223380662466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4162020223380662466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4162020223380662466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2011/01/nmi-et-online-comments-become-critics.html' title='NMI ET - Online commentators become critics of life, justice, economy, politics...'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-1433785911816165383</id><published>2010-12-11T18:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T18:59:00.559+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is ever more so precious!</title><content type='html'>A photo captures time, the emotion, the composure of oneself at that very moment..Click! and thats it, a lifetime of memories that can be carried throughout time and even long after you leave this life. Time, it is the only thing we can never get back, so why squander on it, live and use it knowing you cannot ever come back to reclaim what was lost with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger in years, I recall how I wanted to be a grown man, fending for myself and making the choices. This was &amp;nbsp;more than 25 years ago. I felt that my parents held me back for nothing, but then again, it was my safety that they made these choices for me. Today, having children of my own I see myself doing exactly that of my parents teaching. Hmmm, funny how this turned out and like the phrase goes "only time will tell"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TQM8SolpK_I/AAAAAAAABB8/FoYKNRdDx-E/s1600/the-human-hourglass.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TQM8SolpK_I/AAAAAAAABB8/FoYKNRdDx-E/s400/the-human-hourglass.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tick-tock, tick-tock, the life hour glass&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Today, our multi-tasking world requires so much of us in our everyday life. Do you have enough time on your hands? I see many comments on Facebook saying I wish there were more hours in a day, I know me too... I've used this line many times before. The reality is- in my opinion, are the very facts that sometimes we do not plan accordingly in a given day that is tight with needed responsibilities to get done. Then the frustration sets in, the impatience and for some reason, you see everyone else as incompetent&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;too slow...Hurry up, geez- can't this be any slower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we all have had our moments and yet because of the lifestyle today, we feel that everyone must be in the "zone", your-- my zone! &amp;nbsp;Time is ever so precious yet we squander it on&amp;nbsp;occasions&amp;nbsp;and may not even notice life slipping away, tick-tock, tick-tock, but that is for everyone to figure out for themselves, I just wrote this to remind me of how precious time really is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-1433785911816165383?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1433785911816165383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=1433785911816165383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/1433785911816165383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/1433785911816165383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-is-ever-more-so-precious.html' title='Time is ever more so precious!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TQM8SolpK_I/AAAAAAAABB8/FoYKNRdDx-E/s72-c/the-human-hourglass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-7035488179767620219</id><published>2010-11-09T13:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T14:05:48.303+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me hypocrite, but hear what I have to say!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TNi_Hui_kWI/AAAAAAAABBU/cwxzYR6a4iI/s1600/hypocrite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TNi_Hui_kWI/AAAAAAAABBU/cwxzYR6a4iI/s400/hypocrite.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On my last post I confronted the notion of being self employed versus that of being employed through another. &amp;nbsp;Yes, there is my hypocritical slap in the face, but hear me out and then you be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self employment proved to be exciting, fun and freedom as you know it could be, but let alone the frustrations, headaches, and keeping sanity was an all time high. Only because you work for yourself and the finances are not regular, they are up or down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas, being employed has its benefits and set backs too. Now I must conform to a schedule, a routine, a result-driven ambiance while being conservative. Possible, but challenging... I wake each morning thinking what day would bring at the new position I hold by being employed. Time is now a factor, I am no longer&amp;nbsp;prone&amp;nbsp;to being the free bird I once was for several months, but then again, I have income, regular income to satisfy the bills I am responsible for. Yet let alone, my daily routine has not changed much, I still do the errands, pick up the kids from school, but this time I rush back to the office where it was once an easier path, no rush take your time, my self employment work will still be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, two jobs are at hand by me. I am trying to see how this all goes together, not an easy task, but doable, the question is can I continue to do this? Was I a hypocrite? Yes I was, but with reason... hehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-7035488179767620219?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7035488179767620219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=7035488179767620219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/7035488179767620219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/7035488179767620219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2010/11/call-me-hypocrite-but-here-what-i-have.html' title='Call me hypocrite, but hear what I have to say!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TNi_Hui_kWI/AAAAAAAABBU/cwxzYR6a4iI/s72-c/hypocrite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-6342592012812372200</id><published>2010-09-24T10:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T10:48:33.844+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving up is not my forte'</title><content type='html'>Born to this world 35 years ago. I've had numerous challenges and continue to do today. Yet, I am not ready to call it quits in self-employment. Giving up is not my forte' in&amp;nbsp;many&amp;nbsp;aspects of this life I heed. Accepting the challenges and frustration that come with living a lifestyle here in the Marianas has made me look at why most people residing in the Commonwealth see it easier to be employed by the government or other private businesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headaches, the turmoil, the stress of wondering whether you will meet your payables is a constant wear on your mind. It's that tightening of the cap that does not seem to come off and when it does, its only for that brief moment. Even though its like this, I feel a sense of accomplishment. Nevertheless, the challenges that are always looming never go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am inspired by my wife to succeed in what I do and that keeps me going. If it wasn't for her, I'd probably buckle and call it quits, but nope not yet. despite the hardship faced with running a business in an economy that is not so forgiving, I will not let up. &amp;nbsp;I hope that my brother decides to make it out here to help me out. I am sure that with him on my side along with the support of my wife, we can pull this off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is about diversification. I am doing what is necessary to make this change to survive. I hope and pray it works to my advantage... Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-6342592012812372200?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6342592012812372200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=6342592012812372200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/6342592012812372200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/6342592012812372200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2010/09/giving-up-is-not-my-forte.html' title='Giving up is not my forte&apos;'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-25954271542615215</id><published>2010-08-31T12:37:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T13:16:34.452+10:00</updated><title type='text'>August 2010, BISON Relations is a year old!</title><content type='html'>Straddling down and cracking the whip as I see this in my head there are many mornings where I ask myself, hmmm, how will today be? Will I be productive? Will this investment I made pay off? This was on-going for a year now since the inception of &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;BISON&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Relations a year ago this month.&amp;nbsp;My wife, supportive as she is, and dedicated to assisting me build this business said to me yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/THxodk1WnzI/AAAAAAAABA8/xLwT63gCjkM/s1600/Bali+2009+(18).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/THxodk1WnzI/AAAAAAAABA8/xLwT63gCjkM/s320/Bali+2009+(18).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Keep in mind business starts slow and eventually will succeed with hard work and dedication".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My partner, Ulysses Torres-Sabuco in this endeavor said, "Wow! This month is difficult just as last year when we first started". I responded, yes, I did not expect this. I guess the merry-go rounds and the whimsical-ness of running a business and hitting the ground running makes you look back at all the accomplishments as well the heartaches that were poured into what now already is a living breathing company. Supported by many and it&amp;nbsp;supports&amp;nbsp;many as well, I am glad to have started this venture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/THxpaxirw-I/AAAAAAAABBE/ATDzzZ5BCsM/s1600/Wayne+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/THxpaxirw-I/AAAAAAAABBE/ATDzzZ5BCsM/s320/Wayne+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A year ago, I was working out of home, no one knew that I had started something, I wondered each time I stayed up late and created more work for myself whether I was on the right path or was I just dreaming. My wife told me before this got going..."I may join the service to find alternative income", that was it! Being the man of the house, I could not see this happen. I went running with a business that I am passionate about and yet scared to wits I might fail, but never trying would have never made me realize what I enjoy the most, entrepreneurship..I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took several months before I could find a place to situate the business. With one desk and a computer to start off, my office was bare. No signs, no printers, just me, the desk and my computer. Slowly it took face and&amp;nbsp;appearance. Slowly it morphed to looking like an office. Slowly we have become a company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/THxmSpjegcI/AAAAAAAABAc/RkafZrwM2IU/s1600/BISON+Relations+Sign+Photos+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/THxmSpjegcI/AAAAAAAABAc/RkafZrwM2IU/s320/BISON+Relations+Sign+Photos+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;New plans on the horizon, a new building under renovation to move my business where I could flourish with more people and the development of a hopeful corporation that will enable people to have jobs in the CNMI. Can I do this? Can &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;BISON&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Relations weather the storm of a weakened economy? Can the weakened&amp;nbsp;economy&amp;nbsp;support a business like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/THxmZ4KAjXI/AAAAAAAABA0/7sPqPO91ua4/s1600/BISON+Relations+Sign+Photos+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/THxmZ4KAjXI/AAAAAAAABA0/7sPqPO91ua4/s320/BISON+Relations+Sign+Photos+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Many questions that cannot be answered, but I believe with proper planning and staging of money play for success, there is a great possibility to grow and enrich the lives of my family as well others who depend on such a business for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/THxmW79ZGmI/AAAAAAAABAs/QYg_xJvCx5k/s1600/BISON+Relations+Sign+Photos+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/THxmW79ZGmI/AAAAAAAABAs/QYg_xJvCx5k/s320/BISON+Relations+Sign+Photos+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Products released into the Community, this is only but a few!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/THxqHt9t45I/AAAAAAAABBM/HoR4pHpXFks/s1600/collage.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/THxqHt9t45I/AAAAAAAABBM/HoR4pHpXFks/s320/collage.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My determination, my dreams, my reasons for waking each&amp;nbsp;morning&amp;nbsp;and pushing myself is made possible by the people I hold dear to my heart. My children and my wife inspire me, my family, my partner who shows support and confidence. These shared emotions only tells me to keep going, and keep doing what I enjoy most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-25954271542615215?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/25954271542615215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=25954271542615215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/25954271542615215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/25954271542615215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-2010-bison-relations-is-year-old.html' title='August 2010, BISON Relations is a year old!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/THxodk1WnzI/AAAAAAAABA8/xLwT63gCjkM/s72-c/Bali+2009+(18).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-2288103209825454546</id><published>2010-08-16T15:57:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T13:11:05.959+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Economic Turmoil: When will it end?</title><content type='html'>In dismay of economic instability, more businesses calls it quit due to the financial difficulties. The economy that since 2007 received a rating of 47% in foreclosures continues to face difficult challenges. The economic turmoil of the Northern Mariana Islands is a negative portrait to investors and businesses alike. This figure is probably worse today than it was then, when will it end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TGjNZhuEuvI/AAAAAAAABAE/8nJGPSFMcqQ/s1600/33243-recession.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TGjNZhuEuvI/AAAAAAAABAE/8nJGPSFMcqQ/s320/33243-recession.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Contrast to how marketers yield opportunities, this is the time to start emphasizing on product and spending to stabilize the business growth. &amp;nbsp;I agree to this, but most businesses on island feeling the pinch differ in thought. The pennies saved is a dollar earned later and when to spend this dollar will not be towards advertising, at least not now in their perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example Verizon, such a large conglomerate company, but there tactics as was told to me by my brother who worked for them at one point indicated that the company does not necessary look at recession as a downfall, but merely looks in the "other" direction where they can make a buck or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the CNMI look at business this way?Can our tourism officials see that maybe something is not working right with their investment abroad through their offshore offices and what not? Are our advertising plans and actions of acquiring tourist for the islands weak? Is there enough money to support the global competition for tourism? Where do we stand on the paramount downsizing of airlines support for our islands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a reflection of climate change and whether we are ready to embrace the change and effect change, we need to start with our attitude and be driven to find the "other" to steer this economic turmoil. &amp;nbsp;What we face will be depended upon the people who can make change in their way. Are you ready to effect change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as an&amp;nbsp;entrepreneur&amp;nbsp;as well, I am looking at the "other" direction. The time is now to get off and sweat more.&amp;nbsp;Determination&amp;nbsp;is my drive, happiness is my success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I lost my job, my secured income, but nevertheless, this does not make me incapable of moving and earning for a living. I am determined to get out of this slump and find my oasis in the desert of despair. My wife supports me and my children rely on my presence to deliver, I cannot fail anyone. Not now and not ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up Marianas! Go Local and support our local businesses as this is a start! Our Sabalu market, our T-shirt stores that are locally owned, our products that may seem expensive, but in the end, we are all keeping the funds locally and used for our very own benefit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-2288103209825454546?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2288103209825454546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=2288103209825454546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/2288103209825454546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/2288103209825454546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2010/08/economic-turmoil-when-will-it-end.html' title='Economic Turmoil: When will it end?'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TGjNZhuEuvI/AAAAAAAABAE/8nJGPSFMcqQ/s72-c/33243-recession.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-3196283298476623581</id><published>2010-08-09T11:40:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T10:12:02.533+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What's next?</title><content type='html'>Earlier on in my childhood, my parents instilled the working trait, the use of common sense and the desire to achieve success through sacrifice. &amp;nbsp;It has now been 35 years later and those traits are stuck,&amp;nbsp;embedded&amp;nbsp;and practiced everyday I wake. Now I ask myself what's next? &amp;nbsp;Hold let me clarify why I ask this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For almost three years I've worked for an educational institution, but it seems that my time has come to move on. &amp;nbsp;Now being offered a position with a hotel and there is my sole proprietorship business. The business is growing slowly, but is also enduring difficult times due to the economic situation hence, the battles have only begun. Innovations,&amp;nbsp;strategic&amp;nbsp;positioning, enhancing product value and&amp;nbsp;clientèle&amp;nbsp;confidence is ever-more important in todays service&amp;nbsp;industry, but even with that, some clients (possible) still think that they can do without, maybe so and possibly this is why many local businesses fail because they fail to set the &lt;b&gt;NEED&lt;/b&gt; for such services.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TF9cO_Tg0uI/AAAAAAAAA_0/RCMaEhCRI5g/s1600/overworked-information-overload-color-picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TF9cO_Tg0uI/AAAAAAAAA_0/RCMaEhCRI5g/s200/overworked-information-overload-color-picture.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, I said business is tough and I have decided I will not have my business suffer by carrying my baggage. &amp;nbsp;I will sacrifice yet another dream to insure stability for my company, this means, I need to get a J-O-B. &amp;nbsp;No problems with that, I think I would make a tremendous offering back into the work force, I know my capabilities and my ambitious crave to succeed in anything that I do, but now I ask again, what's next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Difficult decisions are difficult only for the very fact that a change would affect not on you as the person, but everyone around you, in this case, my love ones, my family. &amp;nbsp;Am I ready to make the change? But if the requirement is to provide for my family then seriously there is no reason I should not consider this. The problem is lied with the extensive hours that once again I will place by being employed versus self employment. &amp;nbsp;Don't get me wrong, self-employment is much more difficult as I wake each wondering whether I'd make a buck today or not. These challenges of being self-employed in a small economically distraught economy makes you think if this is what's next to rely on as a livelihood. Scale down on lifestyle, done...but here I am again, whats next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1655581917699542856-3196283298476623581?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3196283298476623581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=3196283298476623581' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/3196283298476623581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/3196283298476623581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2010/08/whats-next.html' title='What&apos;s next?'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TF9cO_Tg0uI/AAAAAAAAA_0/RCMaEhCRI5g/s72-c/overworked-information-overload-color-picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-6131834102234002318</id><published>2010-07-03T17:32:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:57:25.620+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Toils for weekend spoils...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;July 3rd 2010, a Saturday that was just beginning. My six children, have yet to awaken, I get up only on the basis of turning off the Air Conditioners. I think to myself, ok, here we go, no housekeeper today, your all alone and they will wake with rumbling stomachs and many other request that will ring in my ear like a broken record.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7bsmVf0bI/AAAAAAAAA_s/WwUs-TynIr0/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7bsmVf0bI/AAAAAAAAA_s/WwUs-TynIr0/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I lay back in bed and a few minutes later, Wade has this plastic figurine of a lego spaceman in front of me. "Dad, dad, daddy, mornin'... see, he is looking at you snoring", he says.... I laugh and say good morning Wadey boy! Mind you this is 06:14am. It's going to be a long day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7bdoASGWI/AAAAAAAAA_k/x1r-g2OSkHc/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7bdoASGWI/AAAAAAAAA_k/x1r-g2OSkHc/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+006.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: left;"&gt;Number two child wakes and gets a hold of my camera, now things start getting louder at home. Oh by this time, Wade and I had dropped off Tony to his band practice for their concert at DFS later in the afternoon. I felt his eagerness to have me see his performance, I was proud to know he wanted my presence even though he did not directly say, I knew he wanted me there. I was so proud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As I returned, I looked at what was to be made for breakfast. Looked in the fridge, looked in the pantry, but nothing suits the day or at least I felt. Nannie comes up by mentioning if we had lumpia wrapper (rice wrapper), and I smiled saying, nope... Then viola! I had an idea, fresh banana sugar glazed crepes!!!! Yummy-yum-o!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7bQtgo-sI/AAAAAAAAA_c/pYxApQfbyUc/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7bQtgo-sI/AAAAAAAAA_c/pYxApQfbyUc/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: left;"&gt;Ok, we get to work! Nannie gets on the bananas and I start the crepe wrap. &amp;nbsp;I stated, please when touching the bananas outer-skin with both hands do not touch the inside after as it will be dirty. &amp;nbsp;"Ai adai si dad so concerned on the dirt or other black thingys that may get on the bananas", says Nannie... Yet, she followed directions and made sure the bananas were so clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7bC4NEwkI/AAAAAAAAA_U/4wukcAohNjs/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7bC4NEwkI/AAAAAAAAA_U/4wukcAohNjs/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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: left;"&gt;Not sure on what the crepe batter is, I called Mac out for pointers and he went to work for me by contacting Googs for details....First... Second....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. Flour 1 1/2 cup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. 1/4 butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. 1 1/2 milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. 2 eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5. 2 pinch salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ahh, success batter made! Now to start cooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7a1eLT_TI/AAAAAAAAA_M/DKniKGxMFqU/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7a1eLT_TI/AAAAAAAAA_M/DKniKGxMFqU/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+014.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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: left;"&gt;Nannie, I will make the crepe wraps first, cut the bananas in half then place them slightly over the sugar plate for coating. Cutting away she went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7adUwpf2I/AAAAAAAAA_E/dVvb4Xc6rms/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7adUwpf2I/AAAAAAAAA_E/dVvb4Xc6rms/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+020.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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: left;"&gt;Glazing the bananas with a sugar coat for sweetness into the crepe browning the fruit for texture. Smells fantastica!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7aMBTgjBI/AAAAAAAAA-8/1NtXkz5trhA/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7aMBTgjBI/AAAAAAAAA-8/1NtXkz5trhA/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+018.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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: left;"&gt;First one made, crepe wrap needs color, but thats another story! &amp;nbsp;Ha! no colored greens or other fruits to accompany the lonely crepe on the plate, however, I was not complaining, no one was!!! After breakfast, I hear the planning taking place, who will ask as they did the night before... Ok, deep breath, its going to start again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"Dad, what are we doing today?" asks Nannie... "Wayne are we doing anything today?" asks Hope... "Umm Dad, whats happening today?" says Donny... and the other just stares.... These questions came in from different angles at slightly different times as if practiced to deliver the best performance in acting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7Zx_vPz3I/AAAAAAAAA-s/6k9FDXcdj7g/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7Z-MkXswI/AAAAAAAAA-0/ikYsNFQNjLM/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7Z-MkXswI/AAAAAAAAA-0/ikYsNFQNjLM/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+021.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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: left;"&gt;Wheeling and dealing. Rather than toiling around doing nothing, lets clean up and I'll think about it. &amp;nbsp;Donny on the dishes, jay on the bedding, Hope on the table and .....Nannie...&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7Zx_vPz3I/AAAAAAAAA-s/6k9FDXcdj7g/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7Zx_vPz3I/AAAAAAAAA-s/6k9FDXcdj7g/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+022.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: left;"&gt;Oh yeah, she is on the floor. &amp;nbsp;They pitched in and I was very pleased. &amp;nbsp;Now, I guess I have to say something... Ok, guys after all is done, I want everyone to shower... The questions start again, "why? can't we shower later?", says Nannie..."Shower? Are we going somewhere?' asks Hope... Ok guys yes, I have a plan.&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7ZlysSz2I/AAAAAAAAA-k/ULrnREoL_qU/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7ZlysSz2I/AAAAAAAAA-k/ULrnREoL_qU/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+025.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhh, yes we are going!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7Y9YKjUSI/AAAAAAAAA-U/ynph7zNNAFk/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7ZXmLC9jI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Bvddym6DPf4/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7ZXmLC9jI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Bvddym6DPf4/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7ZXmLC9jI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Bvddym6DPf4/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+028.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;However, I would like to&amp;nbsp;finish&amp;nbsp;my coffee first guys!&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7Y9YKjUSI/AAAAAAAAA-U/ynph7zNNAFk/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7Y9YKjUSI/AAAAAAAAA-U/ynph7zNNAFk/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+036.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All showered and ready to go... "ummm daddy, where we going?"....You will find out soon. Did some errands, laughed in the car and joked with everyone, Hope and Nannie making funny faces... It was nice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7YMEizFGI/AAAAAAAAA98/pKUmPwWASaU/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7YcXHNknI/AAAAAAAAA-E/q4V8YApnPZ0/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7YtFUrdOI/AAAAAAAAA-M/Rxbvxt26GqM/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7YtFUrdOI/AAAAAAAAA-M/Rxbvxt26GqM/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+043.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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: left;"&gt;I saw in the paper on Friday, pizza hut had some specials going on, it was our lunch, but I may say a very late lunch.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7YcXHNknI/AAAAAAAAA-E/q4V8YApnPZ0/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7YcXHNknI/AAAAAAAAA-E/q4V8YApnPZ0/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+050.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Donny happy for Pizza!&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7YMEizFGI/AAAAAAAAA98/pKUmPwWASaU/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7YMEizFGI/AAAAAAAAA98/pKUmPwWASaU/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+049.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: left;"&gt;Jay saying, did you know I only ate one crepe and it filled me? Ahh, yes I do remember as I only made one per child, I am glad you are not overeating...&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7X17betlI/AAAAAAAAA90/kVP5GCXL0_c/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7X17betlI/AAAAAAAAA90/kVP5GCXL0_c/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+048.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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: left;"&gt;Nannie and hope, wishing the pizza was already placed. It was only 10 minutes since we ordered. &amp;nbsp;Oh yeah the order was 2 pizzas 2 toppings. Hope and Donny - Mushroom and sausage, Nannie and Jay, Chicken and Pepperoni... Wade, bread sticks...Daddy, ok, only that!&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7XfBLXUwI/AAAAAAAAA9s/H2i95h-nDYk/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7XfBLXUwI/AAAAAAAAA9s/H2i95h-nDYk/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+052.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Wade contemplating his secret thought...&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7WJjWWLAI/AAAAAAAAA9c/tUqLfttMejI/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7WJjWWLAI/AAAAAAAAA9c/tUqLfttMejI/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+056.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;"I want to tell you my secret.... I love you daddy!"&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7WJjWWLAI/AAAAAAAAA9c/tUqLfttMejI/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7WpUsxkzI/AAAAAAAAA9k/KVZ0pUNFAqs/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7WpUsxkzI/AAAAAAAAA9k/KVZ0pUNFAqs/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+053.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: left;"&gt;A group shot, but missing Mommy, Tony, Peyton and Sommer... Afterwards, DFS for Tony's concert appearance with SSHS Manta Band and the Guam Territorial Band. &amp;nbsp;This should be nice to watch.&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7VvacQITI/AAAAAAAAA9U/BR5P13PiRyY/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+062.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7VvacQITI/AAAAAAAAA9U/BR5P13PiRyY/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+062.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: left;"&gt;Come on Donny! Why can't you smile... "Sheesh! it is so hot outside and my butt is on fire from this chair!", says Donny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7So9hA6XI/AAAAAAAAA9M/tTcvwzO7cng/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7So9hA6XI/AAAAAAAAA9M/tTcvwzO7cng/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+065.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Oh Yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Hope trying to sing while Wade takes notice of the camera.. "Me, Me, Me!"&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7SAfSfUuI/AAAAAAAAA88/a397LEZXd-4/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7SAfSfUuI/AAAAAAAAA88/a397LEZXd-4/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+060.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Weirdo in action, but great laughs!&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7RqxQemhI/AAAAAAAAA80/2_T4F-ThB74/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7RqxQemhI/AAAAAAAAA80/2_T4F-ThB74/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+064.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Hey sister!&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7RYCypKRI/AAAAAAAAA8s/4B5EuIWJ19E/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7RYCypKRI/AAAAAAAAA8s/4B5EuIWJ19E/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+076.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7Q9SgbJJI/AAAAAAAAA8k/6ylT5jKakYA/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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: left;"&gt;And there he is, Tony and his&amp;nbsp;trombone&amp;nbsp;along with about 50 members of the group playing at DFS. I am so proud of him, he came to a 180 degree turn when Mr. Dewitt asked him to join the band for this liberation day. &amp;nbsp;I am proud of my son! He has spent his last 72 hours in practice with the group. &amp;nbsp;Keep it up son!&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7Q9SgbJJI/AAAAAAAAA8k/6ylT5jKakYA/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7Q9SgbJJI/AAAAAAAAA8k/6ylT5jKakYA/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+079.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: left;"&gt;Right after the concert tony comes to me and says, "ummm Wayne, the members are going to Big Dipper afterwards, do you have at least $3.00 for my ice cream while there?"... No problem here is $5.00. Enjoy yourself and call me when your ready to come home. "Thanks", he replies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lets take a group shot! I say and they all look at me like dad, there are so many people, hahahaha, I don't care I want this shot! Snap!&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7QtD-4A7I/AAAAAAAAA8c/dh5wGyBVe58/s1600/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7QtD-4A7I/AAAAAAAAA8c/dh5wGyBVe58/s320/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+082.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last leg, taking the walk to the car to head home and relax. &amp;nbsp;The weekend toilers got some spoiling, but then again, it was not that much after all. &amp;nbsp;I miss my wife as I am sure she would have been proud of me on how I handled the children this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-6131834102234002318?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6131834102234002318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=6131834102234002318' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/6131834102234002318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/6131834102234002318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2010/07/weekend-toils-for-weekend-spoils.html' title='Weekend Toils for weekend spoils...'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TC7bsmVf0bI/AAAAAAAAA_s/WwUs-TynIr0/s72-c/July+2010+weekend+%26+band+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-7589129826832414440</id><published>2010-06-26T07:45:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T07:46:20.679+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A fathers love misunderstood...</title><content type='html'>I guess at times, your children mistaken you for being a tough, self-centered person when instilling discipline. It is funny however that I try as hard to teach only what I was taught as young boy growing to be man. &amp;nbsp;Expectations are&amp;nbsp;meant&amp;nbsp;to be broken and you know what, I understand. I just hope they understand me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TCUjTuH5dcI/AAAAAAAAA8U/24G_Ch7nBbM/s1600/Little_light_of_love_by_el_larso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TCUjTuH5dcI/AAAAAAAAA8U/24G_Ch7nBbM/s200/Little_light_of_love_by_el_larso.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My wife has taught me to love in different ways, discipline with love was new to me as that was something I did not endure growing up, it was either you messed up and will be disciplined or you don't and probably still get disciplined. Ha ha ha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways back to my subject, I feel that there are times when a fathers love is misunderstood. &amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;personally&amp;nbsp;feel that my strictness makes my children feel that I don't love them, but I do, different strokes for different folks is what it is. I came into my&amp;nbsp;children's&amp;nbsp;lives with my 2nd wife after they have already experienced a different lifestyle. Nevertheless, I try to show my unconditional love for them, by doing what I feel is best. &amp;nbsp;It is a challenge, but I am hoping that in the future they will see that I never once looked away and treated them any different from that of my own blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my children, daddy loves you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-7589129826832414440?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7589129826832414440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=7589129826832414440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/7589129826832414440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/7589129826832414440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-love-misunderstood.html' title='A fathers love misunderstood...'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TCUjTuH5dcI/AAAAAAAAA8U/24G_Ch7nBbM/s72-c/Little_light_of_love_by_el_larso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-870776204616862923</id><published>2010-06-10T14:09:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:35:15.792+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Surpassing Expectations Update....</title><content type='html'>With my expectation stated in&amp;nbsp;January&amp;nbsp;of this year through this blog, I mentioned areas of challenges and dreams come to reality. Well, the couture of things are this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TBBklFryM2I/AAAAAAAAA8E/ef9pqpyHr9Q/s1600/Bison+Relations+Logo+-+final.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="106" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TBBklFryM2I/AAAAAAAAA8E/ef9pqpyHr9Q/s200/Bison+Relations+Logo+-+final.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. BISON Relations is operating and taking off. It's time to fine tune and reorganize to build equity with the business model. Our name is out there and clients are so pleased with the professional work provided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. National Guard was what I really wanted to get into, certain issues affected my enlistment,&amp;nbsp;nevertheless, I am still eager to find myself as a service member in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Non-profit group for Humanitarians is&amp;nbsp;kicking&amp;nbsp;butt! Although still in its infancy stages, through proper leadership we have accounted for many fundraising activities and are now looking at growing the organization&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;international&amp;nbsp;sponsorship&amp;nbsp;of children. Recently we have just opened up in the Philippines whereas, 3 children are being sponsored with $30.00 per month each for their livelihood, health and education. &amp;nbsp;It isn't much, but it surely helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TBBlM2xsk9I/AAAAAAAAA8M/DMGXy7b-RRM/s1600/busy_bee-399x411.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TBBlM2xsk9I/AAAAAAAAA8M/DMGXy7b-RRM/s200/busy_bee-399x411.jpg" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in essence, I am buzzing like a buzy bee, but that's fine as long as I make time for my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-870776204616862923?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/870776204616862923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=870776204616862923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/870776204616862923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/870776204616862923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2010/06/surpassing-expectations-update.html' title='Surpassing Expectations Update....'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TBBklFryM2I/AAAAAAAAA8E/ef9pqpyHr9Q/s72-c/Bison+Relations+Logo+-+final.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-5989365510146827507</id><published>2010-06-09T17:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T17:52:48.936+10:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLER :)  Yes, yes, its been a while!</title><content type='html'>I officially welcome myself back to the world of blogging, I kinda miss it and then again, a great way to keep tabs on the developments that have been a part of me and those who are in my life good and bad, but more so the good from here on out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9Hi2h2JlI/AAAAAAAAA7c/WtZmmoAByJQ/s1600/WVP123108-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9Hi2h2JlI/AAAAAAAAA7c/WtZmmoAByJQ/s320/WVP123108-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, I thought I'd make myself look funny and yes, i should close my mouth, but I was multi-tasking at the time. Try this, hold your camera in one hand and a popcorn or m&amp;amp;m in the same hand and toss, catch with your mouth.... Hahaha, wait a minute, then you question how was the photo captured, see that was the amazing part of it! &amp;nbsp;I tossed high enough to refocus on the shot, hoping I would have caught in time as the photo was taken... Unfortunately, that was not the case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-5989365510146827507?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5989365510146827507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=5989365510146827507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/5989365510146827507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/5989365510146827507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2010/06/heller-yes-yes-its-been-while.html' title='HELLER :)  Yes, yes, its been a while!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9Hi2h2JlI/AAAAAAAAA7c/WtZmmoAByJQ/s72-c/WVP123108-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-4600507425970456080</id><published>2010-04-16T10:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:23:06.677+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Tides...New format for Blog</title><content type='html'>I've decided to use this blog for recording instances of my divorce problems with my ex-wife who seems to create more problems than needed for particularly a record of Child visitations and everything else. &amp;nbsp;I will start posting only those that need to be recorded as eventually, one day, my children will see the what had transpired over the days, months and years of my intent to be with them only to be distraught from my ex-wife's actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may hurt, but I need to start the recording process for the better good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-4600507425970456080?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4600507425970456080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=4600507425970456080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4600507425970456080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4600507425970456080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2010/04/changing-tidesnew-format-for-blog.html' title='Changing Tides...New format for Blog'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-354403689635069273</id><published>2010-01-23T11:58:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T13:06:43.193+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Unequivocally surpassing expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Throughout life, there has been many obstacles that hindered progress. I know it will never subside as these hurdles and challenges plague me horrendously. However, my luck has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I use the term luck? Well, I am a firm believer that the woman in your life resurrects or better yet, vehemently entices one to progress. In my case, I am with my perfect match. Unequivocally she gives me the motivation, the drive to succeed in what I do. To date, my accomplishment listed is not of a huge number, but an accomplishment of what I intend to do or become as I surpass my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Opened my own business once again, a PR company called BISON Relations. Funny how I thought of this name only the very purpose of the actual animal. Used as my company name for its strength, cunning mobility, gracefulness, embodied stature, then again, when considering my wife's name Boni, the letters in BISON has Boni written all over it. The perfect name for my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Joining the armed forces. I have done so much in my short life to date, yet I have not been challenged by the Armed Forces. I am curios and eager to find my calling, it may not be it, but I would want to try. What have I got to loose, aside from being deployed to dangerous grounds, then again, I lay my life in the hands of our almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. President of a non-profit group called Empty Vessel. A humanitarian organization helping others to find stability and financial solvency for themselves. I am proud to serve in this capacity, however not easy with my duties and tasks at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, I have succeeded in many occasions as well have failed. That has never stopped me from getting up and rising to the occasion once again. I've used my failures to strengthen myself, I mean, my failures are not your common failures in life. I strangely placed myself in such predicaments that would need a crane with large spools of cable to pull me out of the depth I dug myself into. Funny how life composes and defines you as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing out this post has got me thinking of where I am today. What have I become? Who am I in this world? I am simple and hardworking and I know that only good things come from those traits. I am a family man, a father, a dad, a lover, a partner, a businessman, a speaker, a confidant, and a friend to say a few. Hence without encouragement from my family, I would never have done what I am doing today. My wife supports me in my endeavors and for once in my life I was told "I am proud of you". My wife said this to me last week as I spoke on behalf of MLK and the non-profit group I head. I love my life, I love the people around me, I love my children, and most of all I love my wife as she defines me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1655581917699542856-354403689635069273?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/354403689635069273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=354403689635069273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/354403689635069273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/354403689635069273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/unequivocally-surpassing-expectations.html' title='Unequivocally surpassing expectations'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-2654097988924829594</id><published>2010-01-14T10:50:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:11:22.966+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma hits 10 fold on Mouth!</title><content type='html'>Last Monday, January 11, 2010, the inauguration of my father in law was staking place at the legislative senate chamber.  Boni and I were there since the beginning.  Low and behold, my ex-in-laws sat right in front of us.  I did not really care to feel indifferent, I worried more on my wife who sat right next to me.  I wondered what was going through her head as she sees these individuals, one who has spoken ill of her when in fact not knowing her at all.  Carelessly, my ex-mother in-law as in her own arrogant ways opens her mouth for attention.  I have always realized that she craves to be on center stage.  Today was yet another day to showcase herself that way.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was pleased with my wife's attitude, she is truly a respectable and honorable woman. I on the other hand cannot compare to her standards. Nevertheless, the mouth who sat in front of us opened, she giggled on and on hideously as others kept quiet listening to the procession taking place.  No one understood why she giggled like she did.  I looked around and saw that others were looking at her with bewilderment.  Baffled as to what is so funny and then turn away as if she did not exist.  Well she really did not exist and no one really cared of her presence where she probably believed they did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As my father in-law announced his replacement, he spoke of words indicating a transition.  He spoke in English as not everyone in the room would have understood our native tongue Chamorro. As he stepped down from his post as the Senate President of the 16th Legislature, the new President presided for the 17th legislature. He then now spoke in our native tongue and what I heard from mouth in front of me disturbed me.  She opened her foul invasive mediocre mouth that was intended for my wife and I to hear, she says, "I am glad to hear this speaker as the first one could not speak" (in Chamorro).  She failed to realize that her speaking is that of an elementary child, yet she criticizes one who understands the English language very well and practices the use of the language. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wife did not hear this, but I told her what she said.  On and on we watched the proceedings take place.  At one point, mouth decided to move to seat next to her which places her in closer distance to both Boni and I.  Immediately, Boni says, "What's that smell? It stinks?", of course I was not listening at the time, but I did notice a few heads turn to see what Boni was talking about. As she explains to me, it related to mouth now sitting in front of me, the person sitting two chairs away from her turned and giggled at my wife as she made the comment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interesting enough, Karma hit 10 fold in that short moment.  Funny how things turn around so quickly. be careful mouth as the next time, it will not be that subtle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-2654097988924829594?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2654097988924829594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=2654097988924829594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/2654097988924829594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/2654097988924829594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/karma-hits-10-fold-on-mouth.html' title='Karma hits 10 fold on Mouth!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-386103026028277526</id><published>2010-01-07T07:25:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T08:04:52.074+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Transition...What does that mean in life?</title><content type='html'>It was last month, December 2009, that I pondered on thoughts about my current position, my job, my income.  I thought to myself, although I enjoy the people I work with, I believe I am coming to a closure of this part in my life, my roots have been uprooted and I am blowing wherever the wind's direction is going, but not until I can secure financial means for my family.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I am not that free moving like the wind, but have the drive and motivation to move on. My responsibilities for my family hold me planted and re-rooted to where I am, well at least for a while that is.  How far do I go?  I plan to enlist with the Guam National Guard, a career change? No, I do this to support my family, I know it is not an easy decision to make, but it is one that will enable my family with a life I am longing to provide them.  I have started my business in August 2008, a Public Relations company and now I have just signed my first yearly contract with the Public School System.  I am grateful for the blessings and particular the support I have received over the past months from key people who have entrusted my company and my companies talents. My excitement and challenges begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I will find myself at the Commonwealth Utilities Corporation, setting up my power for my new office.  A place of my solitude where I can focus and rethink strategies and move in a direction of profits, hopefully that is.  My WIFE, who is my partner, best friend, and lover supports my endeavors. I appreciate her support as I want her involvement when the time comes, but then again, how far do I go with this? The challenges of running a business on Saipan, hence, everywhere else in the world is not easy.  Global economic downturn is affecting everyone, including a small business like mine.  Intervention, creativity will have to take place.  Soon, I tell myself as I will enable more time to developing my business. I am career oriented, I am motivated, I am scared of what is there for me with what I am doing, but I wish to have no regrets and I will do what I can to say in the least, I have no "what ifs?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tend to see this as a transition in my life, does that make sense? can it be called a transition?  All I can say is  am hoping that with this new changes I tend to make, I would only hope for the best, but it is mere fact that actions are what depict your success or failures, I am not going to fail! I carry with me my cross, I will not drop it, and if I do, I will not dwell on how far it fell, I will ensure that i quickly pick it up and trudge along with lessons learned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck as I start on my transition...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-386103026028277526?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/386103026028277526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=386103026028277526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/386103026028277526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/386103026028277526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/transitionwhat-does-that-mean-in-life.html' title='Transition...What does that mean in life?'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-4030180688414490166</id><published>2009-10-26T15:17:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:28:11.225+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun times Oct 09'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SuUxHhahVaI/AAAAAAAAAvA/XrJFDthry40/s1600-h/Family+shot+Oct+09.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/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SuUxHhahVaI/AAAAAAAAAvA/XrJFDthry40/s400/Family+shot+Oct+09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396773733771859362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The eight (8) come together this past weekend. Boni and I shared a wonderful weekend  as it played out a little hectic, but in the end, rewarding as new lessons were taught, feeling and emotions were let out to show how love was in the air at our family home in Papago, Saipan.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our oldest, Tony, with his drivers license was able to go out on Friday to the movies, he saw the movie "SAW VI", I am envious I love the SAW movies... The rest stayed at home, relaxed knowing full well that we will have activities set up over Saturday and Sunday.  A few days we have them all, this is the first picture of everyone together... They are all growing so fast, one day Boni and I will sit back and say to ourselves that we have accomplished so much for our deserving children and one day I look forward to everyone coming back to visit expressing their joy and happiness of a love that they share altogether that was instilled by both Boni and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day continues as food, drinks, deserts and games entertained everyone at Mikaela's 1st birthday party held at the Giovanni's Hyatt Regency Saipan.  Boni and I are her godparents, and low and behold I was asked to show exactly how low I can go... Without my girls, Peyton and Wayannie, I probably would not have gone that far throughout the limbo competition.  In the end, we got second place, team work paid off.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SuUxHX3jCKI/AAAAAAAAAu4/f739_6KF4RQ/s1600-h/LIMBO+Mania.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SuUxHX3jCKI/AAAAAAAAAu4/f739_6KF4RQ/s400/LIMBO+Mania.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396773731209250978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup, it paid off alright, the payoff came with a soar back and thighs... Ooops, has it been that long since my last workout?&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/1655581917699542856-4030180688414490166?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4030180688414490166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=4030180688414490166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4030180688414490166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4030180688414490166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/eight-8-come-together-this-past-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SuUxHhahVaI/AAAAAAAAAvA/XrJFDthry40/s72-c/Family+shot+Oct+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-29711756410969041</id><published>2009-10-02T08:24:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:45:48.584+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Set Your Examples...</title><content type='html'>“&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;W&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;hat’s good for the goose is good for the gande&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;r” is an American Proverb used over and over again in topics of sexuality, sauces, and in general lament terms of society.  My use of this quote is on the basis of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year after year our Commonwealth has faced many challenges, all of which require tough decisions to make and whether they are the right ones or the wrong ones, we must all remember we are a young nation learning to crawl before we can walk.  Some may disagree in what I am about to say, but in my personal views, I address only what I believe to have seen and experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On CDA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to start of my comment on the very fact that the Commonwealth Development Authority (CDA) is working on the development of a business incubator, personally it’s about time! Isn’t this what the agency is spearheading, encouraging small business development?  How far will this go?  A set up of the incubator is a great move, but you must also remember that many people in the Commonwealth who may have a desire to establish a small business cannot fork up the necessary 20% requirement for funding, will there be a plan to stimulate this?  I for one believe that it is the middle class men and women who make up the economy of any nation.  It is solely on the basis that they are the hard-working individuals who look forward to the American Dream, but then again, dreams are complacent, and in most cases, what is already at hand is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With CDA in this movement, I congratulate the positive reconfiguration of the defunct Pacific Gardenia Hotel.  The next steps would be on how to maximize the use of this facility as well offer cash flow packages for serious small business entrepreneurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On Retirement Fund&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An accrued liability of over $1B is so hard to swallow. As I was growing up, the government retirement plan was the way to go.  Everyone wanted this security, the plan, the benefits, and the desire to live comfortably after serving your years of requirements have become the “Commonwealth Dream”.  Today this dream has become the nightmare.  There have been many talks on how to make this change from a liability to a profit generating agency that can be self-sustainable.  Purchases in stock market to manage cash flow, but that’s a gamble, the new policies of a redefined class retirement plan, but that too still possesses the old class benefits if paid for to meet the required amounts, the increase in retirement contributions from employees today, but then again, will the fund survive? What will happen to the funds invested by each and every individual, and lastly the new DC plan, which is quite the same as a 40lK plan. There is also saying that “if it is not broken don’t change it?  This is in reference to the 401K plan.  Private companies use this form of retirement plan for their employees, it is merely the employees who decide THEIR contribution to THEIR pension.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there are many difficulties hindering movement with the fund, but with all due respect, it is the mere valued benefits that have sucked the funds dry over the years.  These benefits include but are limited to the 20-30% increment bonuses, the double-dips when they were accepted, the allowance of the funds to transfer to adopted grandchildren or great grandchildren from those who have retired and have passed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These benefits are great for those families and individuals who are receiving it.  It is not your fault that you are subjected to my topic, but again, I look at the Commonwealth and not on my very own interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On Commonwealth Ports Authority&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CPA had a qualified Executive Director walk out of its doors prior to his contract expiring on the basis of Board micro-managing.   How shameful could this be? Has the Board forgotten what their fiduciary duties are to the agency and not that of controlling the very movement of day to day operations? I can see Former executive Director Camacho’s frustration, the Board is designed to regulate policies and procedures as well account for the expenditures of the agency at a certain level, but not to uphold the operation in the clasp of their hands.  I recall several complaints about former chair Rex Palacios on how he was going to or has set up an office for his own at the ports.  I find this quite odd.  If he wanted that office, he should have applied for the Executive Director Position and not be a board member chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad to see that the government through some agencies is moving as if they belong to an individual or group members of a board for personal gain or personal acknowledgment in power.  Remember the Public Lands Board? Now that was ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On New Investment for the Commonwealth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and on again you hear about the sales of a green card in Asia if you set up a business here.  Kilili addresses this as a concern, the government keeps a steady hand on the basis of nothing is done wrong as of yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we do not know exactly what is being said out their.  A company would say “invest with us in the CNMI, $100K - $250K and YOU will GET a U.S. Green Card!  Hmm, to me that is appealing if I so desire to have the green card.  Yet under false pretense, this would have a negative connotation on the islands we call home, are we allowing outside influence to depict what the Spaniards call these lands many moons ago”  Islas de los ladrones?  Where is our national pride? In our current time, it is these foreign sharks that have a keen interest on making a quick buck by utilizing a rumor of green card opportunities in the CNMI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end result is, we are the ones who will be called the liars and thieves for sucking up the funds from the hard-working middle class citizens from other nations looking for their American Dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I close out this post, there are so many other areas that have issues that could be addressed like our CHC, DPS, CAC, WAO, but I’ll save that for a later time. If we do practice and observe the American Proverb “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander”? We may be more susceptible to being mindful of our actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-29711756410969041?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/29711756410969041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=29711756410969041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/29711756410969041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/29711756410969041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/set-your-examples.html' title='Set Your Examples...'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-7773680740103586677</id><published>2009-09-12T10:50:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:17:13.180+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking it all in!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sqr2f5FVWOI/AAAAAAAAAtw/UzAD2VgZIDM/s1600-h/Last+String.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sqr2f5FVWOI/AAAAAAAAAtw/UzAD2VgZIDM/s400/Last+String.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380383732607047906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grrr.... finances, finances...I received a letter from the CNMI Tax and Revenue Office stating I am needed to come in and straighten out my 1040 submission.. Hmmm, I wonder why? I asked myself.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so curious at the same baffled by what is the problem with my tax submission.  I drove up to the Tax &amp;amp; Rev Office, parked, took a deep breath, oh....bare in mind I am not receiving this year, but paying on chapter 2, the first time it happened to me.  Anyhow, I went in, picked a number to be seen, when I was called, the attending woman says politely, "good afternoon, how may I help you sir?", I smiled in return and greeted her as well and I responded, I received this letter as I showed it to her, she took one look and said, "oh my, may I get your social security number?"  I passed it along verbally and she typed it in, now I started to sweat, her comment gave me a scare.  My thoughts on having to make another payment haunted me...She grinned for a moment as she went over the computer screen looking at what's the problem.  My sweat continued to downpour from my head, to cheek and other parts of my heated body from the pent up feeling of anticipation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said "Mr. Pangelinan, I'm afraid you did not report on your interest received for the year, there are bank interest on a savings account as well your CNMI Retirement Fund interest", she commented.  Ok, a sigh of relief.  As she wrote down the amount, I came to realize that my RF amount is huge in interest and said to myself, oh my, am I to cover these cost again?  How will I do this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thought of more hardship rattled my brain. She smiled as she gave me the documet wih the written amount on it, I looked at her in disbelief, I said thank you and walked away.  By this time, everything is sinking in.  My worries got the best of me and I was taking it all in, I feel like I am on my last string.  Quite disturbing... Shoots, I did not ask whether I am to pay for all these? What would my wife feel about the debt I am about to share with her?  Damn! I'm in another bind.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-7773680740103586677?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7773680740103586677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=7773680740103586677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/7773680740103586677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/7773680740103586677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/taking-it-all-in.html' title='Taking it all in!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sqr2f5FVWOI/AAAAAAAAAtw/UzAD2VgZIDM/s72-c/Last+String.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-3452248376731218114</id><published>2009-09-05T11:10:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:02:37.610+10:00</updated><title type='text'>COMMON-WEALTH? In the Biz...(rambling off)</title><content type='html'>The business climate in the CNMI is taking a downturn come the slow months of tourism ahead.  An expected 33% drop in airline arrival seats would cause a severe impact on the Commonwealth. A wise man whom I respect said this to me, "In order for a business in the CNMI to remain in business is the need to capture 40% of their usual inventory, hence we can survive". The play of words in COMMONWEALTH, is in fact best defined of its use when considering the people in a community, in this form, I see it as COMMON-WEALTH for all and not anyone particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence wealth in common for all, it is not easily justified when not all are striving for the same.  Meaning, how can each and every individual achieve wealth if they are not willing to make that needed change in lifestyle? Or take the steps to enriching knowledge through a proper education that in turn will be beneficial in the long run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not an easy to respond to, yet we are labeled by many businesses on island as EMO or EFO employees. In the biz of it all, we are facing Federalization.  This has caused much  of the mixed feelings I am hearing today.  Where do investors go? what do they do?  Visiting the DHS office on Saipan, their person in charge could not and will not provide an answer due to DHS lack of regulations that will be imposed in the COMMON-WEALTH. The workforce is in a state of confusion, with the labeled local workforce, businesses are forced to look at added cost to insure the transition of employees.  I have witnessed many different behavior patterns, oh how I wish this was not true, but reality sets in.  I have had numerous local employees in the past, some of which I can entrust responsibilities whereas majority would be the EMO/EFOs.  Can a business afford for constant turnaround of employees?  With the word "training", the OJT is a costly factor indeed should employees intervals be a major factor in any large or small business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the upcoming election.  A hundred plus vying for 41 positions, wow, I am ecstatic to see the movement for change, but to some degree it is also frightening that certain individuals running may not have the slightest idea of what the job entails.  Now we the people are entrusting individuals with our very own lives, can we afford or even accord a candidate based on family ties and popularity alone?  Time for real decisions to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a person who sees our older, experienced politicians as the old guards that need to be changed, but I do see some of them as refined and able to see past personal ventures for the good of the COMMON-WEALTH. There are those that will and can have their points addressed properly when in office as they speak for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had numerous encounters sitting and speaking with legislators on their views, since I am in business for myself, of course, I wonder where would a small business fit in to survive this inclement business climate. A few I truly admire for their service to the people and most whom I simply disregard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one, believe in my father-in-law, he does not say much, but does a lot to compromise through his actions. I was shocked when I found out he does not draw down his salary for years and contributed to the scholarship program, where I am sure, my brothers (younger) have been recipients for many years fulfilling their educational aspirations. I am not here to address his campaign, but more or less my views on what I believe as I think is an asset to insuring our COMMON-WEALTH is what it stands for.  Hi re-election is not an easy one, it is actually a daunting task and I know it is taking a toll on him.  Nevertheless, he does not give up and nor should we on candidates who can make the necessary differences in our lives.  At least in this post, I place my vote of confidence in my father-in-law &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pete P. Reyes&lt;/span&gt; to help guide our young politicians should they get into office what are the core values of SERVING the people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-3452248376731218114?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3452248376731218114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=3452248376731218114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/3452248376731218114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/3452248376731218114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/common-wealth-in-bizrambling-off.html' title='COMMON-WEALTH? In the Biz...(rambling off)'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-7420422939824554866</id><published>2009-08-31T22:46:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:52:56.059+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A taste of solitude</title><content type='html'>It was not long ago when I imagined my childhood upbringing. It was hard, difficulty at its best that one would endure.  The essence of molding a young boy soon to be man at his young age had dreams, big dreams that may have been impossible to reach.   As young as I was, I remember the lifestyle that enhanced my understanding of believing in yourself, the joy of accomplishment and the demise of torment. I've longed for peace at mind, I wanted a good taste of solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years have passed me by and yet I still see myself in this ever-changing world eager to challenge what comes my way.  I push, struggle, defeat or get beaten by my very actions.  The lessons that I thought I have learned have only been a phase of what's ahead and that one day, all will come back to test my patience, my understanding, my character, but now as a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, a night like every other night, I find myself in complete solitude. A calm serenity fills my heightened desire for peace. Favorable noises I've become accustomed to. A cooling sensation of an air conditioner keeping the room temperature just the way I want it.  Stay like that...Keep me cool...Help me to relax... and so it has, I sink into the bed, fluff a pillow and shape it nicely where I can lay my head with comfort. Just a few sounds lingering in the background, yet soothing. I am in a solitude state of mind, I am experiencing solitude at its best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-7420422939824554866?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7420422939824554866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=7420422939824554866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/7420422939824554866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/7420422939824554866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/taste-of-solitude.html' title='A taste of solitude'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-2827093319848616523</id><published>2009-08-07T08:07:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T08:23:01.273+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Papago Fogged Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SntWuWmLFxI/AAAAAAAAAs4/POPE7ZZjXWQ/s1600-h/Papago+Fogged+Up+003.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/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SntWuWmLFxI/AAAAAAAAAs4/POPE7ZZjXWQ/s400/Papago+Fogged+Up+003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366978735281739538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Almost a complete week of rain, pouring days and nights, the nights are chilly and moist, the grounds are all soft and mucky, the winds carry scents of ocean spray, but what astounded me most was the Papago Fog... I have not seen fog since my last visit to Oregon, although I believe I came out a little too late in the morning to see the actual thickness of it, but I still was enjoying the drive.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A nice drive in the tropical fogged up papago winding roads on Saipan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-2827093319848616523?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2827093319848616523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=2827093319848616523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/2827093319848616523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/2827093319848616523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/papago-fogged-up.html' title='Papago Fogged Up!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SntWuWmLFxI/AAAAAAAAAs4/POPE7ZZjXWQ/s72-c/Papago+Fogged+Up+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-4171161392038124091</id><published>2009-08-03T20:14:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:43:46.039+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame on ME!</title><content type='html'>Shame on me as the hours turned into days, and days turned into months, shame on me on the most cherished days of mothers, I did not deliver.  I kept to myself, knowing full well that I did not make the best of that one day for who I love dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My regrets are deep, but not forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear love Boni,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that my inadvertent shortcomings have not made you feel unappreciated. I have something for you, it just took a little longer than the date it was originally set for, the perfect gifts are usually a waiting process, but in the end priceless.  In this I carve a permanent place in our home, in your life and with this, I share more than what is expected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy belated Mother's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the process took longer for this gift of love and affection, I did not forget and worked diligently to make this a reality for you Boni. The ambiance will change, it's precision built for convenience, the usefulness made to express itself on it's own, I hope you will cherish this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you in more ways than you can imagine, I remain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your husband&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-4171161392038124091?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4171161392038124091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=4171161392038124091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4171161392038124091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4171161392038124091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/shame-on-me.html' title='Shame on ME!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-1274486315420815128</id><published>2009-07-23T08:38:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:33:21.738+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Daddy's Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Smedx3KCzRI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/1hK16HIt7Oc/s1600-h/Laughter+and+Fun+(43).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/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Smedx3KCzRI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/1hK16HIt7Oc/s400/Laughter+and+Fun+(43).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361427361353092370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was not unt&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Smeg91ZhGxI/AAAAAAAAAsw/HVi0H_7hGf4/s200/Laughter+and+Fun+(32).jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361430865574435602" /&gt;il last night where I let go of what I held in for so long. I broke down in tears after a few hours of deep thought on how much I am missing with the raising of my children.  I am distant and yet so near, but several factors hinder my presence with them.&lt;div&gt;I see what my father went through, I am living it and now I know the pain.  This is no joy ride, this is reality.  It struck me hard as I don't want to be without them, but that is something that I cannot undo.  I am a dad, not just a father...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This explains my unexplained despondency once in a while.  Yesterday, on Face Book I wrote, I am "trying to find solace and tranquility" and then after I "cannot understand"... It is the feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SmegINFVTjI/AAAAAAAAAso/5CSWg4pwjXE/s200/Proposal+92308+(3).JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361429944219291186" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in me for days.  As the first tear rolled down my face, a river followed.  I watched videos of the children on my phone as they laughed and shared their true self, no hidden agenda, just them in their imperfect form. This was  a weekend atop the hill at the American Memorial Park, where Donny, Hope, Jayvier, Wayannie and Wade rolled down the hill from where we placed a mat and a coolers with refreshments to enjoy.  Such laughter and joy on that particular brought my heart to feeling the pain of where am I in their lives, where do I stand as their dad? My sister says "I am sorry, but that is something you will have to learn to endure, they know who their dad is and they know what truly happened".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend nears and I get to see them for a few hours on Friday evening, at least the four.  I will enjoy every minute of it, I will make the best of the limited time I will have with them.  I hope this will cure my despondency.  A  daddy's pride is subject to being tested just like everything else, and yes I can say it is not easy living through this ordeal. I truly love my family, I love my wife, I just wished I had all of them everyday with me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-1274486315420815128?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1274486315420815128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=1274486315420815128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/1274486315420815128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/1274486315420815128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/daddys-pride.html' title='A Daddy&apos;s Pride'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Smedx3KCzRI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/1hK16HIt7Oc/s72-c/Laughter+and+Fun+(43).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-3881113017335666915</id><published>2009-07-22T08:42:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:15:18.991+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to find solace and tranquility...</title><content type='html'>Help!!!! I see a difficult path ahead and yet I stumble each time I take a different turn.  What's got into me?  This is not me in the usual optimistic, smiling, happy go lucky kind of guy.  I've been feeling tired, stressed, unwanting to endure a good time, what is it?  Is it the weather? is it my diet? Is it just me, am I making this feeling up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-3881113017335666915?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3881113017335666915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=3881113017335666915' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/3881113017335666915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/3881113017335666915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/trying-to-find-solace-and-tranquility.html' title='Trying to find solace and tranquility...'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-8615180970516954565</id><published>2009-07-15T21:28:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:44:10.456+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...Rambling off Now!</title><content type='html'>Yup, it's been a while since my last post, I've been busy, busy and so busy.  What as happened that inspires me, well I must stop writing about speeding officers past me on the road as it occurred another 4 times since my last post on them, the job is hectic, yet rewarding when accomplishments are seen, life still throws curve balls, but definitely and indication that I am living and people around me...Let's go there for this post...PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saying of six degrees of separation, how uncanny of this notion to be so true that when you least expect it,  the person you knew through a friend is someone that will make or change the path you thought you were on, of course this sounds philosophical, yet if you really think about it, it is there and you don't always see it, bt it is there changing you, your movement, your path... What?? Do we live in the matrix?  Well what is the matrix???  Let's not go there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to PEOPLE, how do you see others around you? One person told me today, Wayne, you are too nice and yet people who see you for who you are treat you nice and then trample on you only because they think they can...I smiled and responded, Karma has it's ways...One day, when I find out of what had transpired, they will get theirs ten folds...I am patient and understanding, but push me far enough and I will let go of all that I know to be humble, yeah, yeah, yeah, blah, blah, blah, sure many would say whatever Wayne and that's only because I am different today.  The people around me, the influence, the strength of positive actions lead to my being the way I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like who I am, I like the people around me, they make or break you and its choices that lead us to how we wish to live our lives.  Love your family, love your wife or hubby, what else would matter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-8615180970516954565?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8615180970516954565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=8615180970516954565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/8615180970516954565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/8615180970516954565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-whilerambling-off-now.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...Rambling off Now!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-9074026871163827460</id><published>2009-06-21T09:38:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:44:22.709+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Election'/><title type='text'>Who stands for the Commonwealth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sj2CMMeKxpI/AAAAAAAAAr4/5WaAMLhMzOQ/s1600-h/Laughter+and+Fun+(151).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sj2CMMeKxpI/AAAAAAAAAr4/5WaAMLhMzOQ/s320/Laughter+and+Fun+(151).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349575078403819154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A family gathering took place yesterday as we celebrated my youngest daughters 5th year birthday as well my two Jr. High graduates.  It was the perfect day for an outing at the beach, the wind blew gently and consistently, the water seemed mirror like only until the jet ski rider rips through the water creating ripples as far as one can see. It was this perfect where friends and family gathered and shared concerns on the upcoming guberatorial election, only reason this came us is the Juan/Galvin duo were adjacent to us as they prepared for their campaign party.  "Who stands for the Commonwealth?" asked an individual..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The question lingered in my head, but as I continued to listen, the discussion took a turn, where all candidates are of equal status today and no indiference is seen amongst them, this would be a difficult choice for voters to make.  Again, the question lingers, who stands for the Commonwealth?  Our candidates make promises, some may be kept and some not and we cannot hold them to it if they do not meet the promises as expectations always depending on circumstances.  The question asked for who will lead us, who will endure the painstaking decisions that could affect their constitutents in the name of keeping the Commonwealth alive.  The question asks, which candidate will make a change for better and stop this non-sense hirings of friends and family who simply cannot fulfill their basic duties and repsonsibilities when given positions at the helm of critical government agencies, and offices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When placing your vote this primary election as well the actual gubernatorial elections, set aside preference, set aside, the 'I Know him", set aside the promised jobs for family and friends, but set your expectations on who will stand for the Commonwealth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-9074026871163827460?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/9074026871163827460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=9074026871163827460' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/9074026871163827460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/9074026871163827460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-stands-for-commonwealth.html' title='Who stands for the Commonwealth?'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sj2CMMeKxpI/AAAAAAAAAr4/5WaAMLhMzOQ/s72-c/Laughter+and+Fun+(151).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-195239393419988785</id><published>2009-06-13T13:06:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T13:23:59.905+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the week - Mr. Postman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SjMbnV-F1RI/AAAAAAAAArw/bhw51UooVLI/s1600-h/postman_55135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SjMbnV-F1RI/AAAAAAAAArw/bhw51UooVLI/s320/postman_55135.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346647545345332498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It was Postman Pat's last day on the job after 35 years of carrying the mail through all kinds of weather to the same villages and towns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he arrived at the first house on his route, he was greeted by the whole family there, who all hugged and congratulated him and sent him on his way with a gift cheque for £50. At the second house they presented him an 18-carat gold watch. The folks at the third house handed him a bottle of 15-year old Scotch whisky. At the fourth house he was met at the door by a blonde in her lingerie. She took him by the arm and led him up the stairs to the bedroom where she gave him the most passionate love he had ever experienced. When he had had enough they went downstairs, where the blonde fixed him a full English breakfast: Bacon, eggs, beans, mushrooms, sausages &amp;amp; fried bread with freshly squeezed orange juice. When he was truly satisfied she poured him a cup of steaming coffee. As she was pouring, he noticed a £5 note sticking out from under the cup's bottom edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All this was just too wonderful for words," he said, "but what's the five quid for?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the blonde, "last night, I told my husband that today would be your last day and that we should do something special for you...I asked him what to give you". He said, "F***him. Give him a fiver."&lt;br /&gt;She smiled shyly and said, "The breakfast was my idea."&lt;/span&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/1655581917699542856-195239393419988785?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/195239393419988785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=195239393419988785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/195239393419988785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/195239393419988785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/06/joke-of-week-mr-postman.html' title='Joke of the week - Mr. Postman...'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SjMbnV-F1RI/AAAAAAAAArw/bhw51UooVLI/s72-c/postman_55135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-8072075713356693440</id><published>2009-06-12T07:44:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:31:37.030+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiles from BAD EYES'/><title type='text'>Smiles from Bad Eyes!</title><content type='html'>This morning around 06:34am, I was outside and ready to head out for work when Boni slips out of the door dressed in ablack outfit.  I thought to myself, wow, I have not seen her wear that before and it looked beautiful on her as I stood from a distance.  I waited to comment on it as she walked closer and low and behold, it did look good on her except, it wasn't an outfit.  Boy did my bad eyes make a great morning after I commented on it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was wearing a black slip silk robe that comes up just above her knees and without its waist tie, she had a hair clip pinned in the center to make it seem as if it were a fashion belt.  From afar, it looked stunning on her and while she approached and I took a second look at what she wore, I smiled and commented stating exactly what I thought of the outfit as she came out from the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was funny and yet sometimes having bad eyes could bring a smile and more at the right moments.  Enjoy your day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-8072075713356693440?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8072075713356693440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=8072075713356693440' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/8072075713356693440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/8072075713356693440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-eyes-for-great-mornings.html' title='Smiles from Bad Eyes!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-222702418734975848</id><published>2009-06-02T14:29:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:32:54.653+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>WE, the indigenous have a voice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SiSqxUBYnWI/AAAAAAAAArY/vwIKzLp1zWY/s1600-h/cnmiflag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SiSqxUBYnWI/AAAAAAAAArY/vwIKzLp1zWY/s400/cnmiflag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342582822133079394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-MS Mincho&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:JAfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;In 178 days from today, the Federal Government will take over the CNMI's labor and Immigration, hence head note 3(a) is gone, the Garment manufacturing tariff that allowed the CNMI to be competitive, now much more to be retracted on the covenant of our very own livelihood, Immigration which would put a halt to our tourism industry and jeopardize the way we live, the way we survive.  It appears that our old guards, our older politicians have served within their means, they have served to protect the people, the indigenous and visitors alike. Today, I worry that our experienced leaders have felt that they lost the battle, now I question, what happens to us?  The indigenous people of the CNMI who since 20-30 years ago, had no say on the matters of governing our land, our prosperity, our livelihood.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;, the indigenous have a voice that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; whould exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-MS Mincho&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:JAfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Today, we have a voice, we are in the mere 18 years to 40 who have not really shared our thoughts, our ways of handling issues.  I would like to state commendations to our young leaders such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Ray Yumul, Tina Sablan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; Ralph Torres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; for being in the political Arena despite the challenges.  But is that enough? Our generation is faced with difficult choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Our generation will be the driving force for future islanders.  Should we sit idle and let this be where the Federal Government dictates our very lives by enforcing regulations that do not complement an economy for growth, but rather hinder the growth we need for ourselves and our children and their children.  The people who sit on the nation's capital stating that in the past 20 years, there has been Labor &amp;amp; Immigration abuse, fine, but was that our time?  No, it was not us, our generation has been listening to our elders, following orders and chores to maintain a home, guess what?  Our home is much larger than the four walls we sleep in, our home is the land we till, the waters we fish in, the community we engage with, the people who will be here until we take our last breath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-MS Mincho&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:JAfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;You have heard numerous talk and spread of issues regarding how the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;U.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; handles their border, yet still 20 million are in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; illegally by crossing borders from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; and elsewhere. Then here they are looking at us?  Remotely isolated, a land mass of 48 square miles, where would they go? Where would they hide?  Is it really necessary to take over Immigration and Labor and cripple us from economic recovery? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-MS Mincho&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:JAfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Ask yourselves these questions, I for one would love to spearhead a group, a mass group of people to make a standpoint on allowing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;OUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-MS Mincho&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language:JAfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; generation an opportunity to self governance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/1655581917699542856-222702418734975848?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/222702418734975848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=222702418734975848' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/222702418734975848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/222702418734975848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-indigenous-have-voice.html' title='WE, the indigenous have a voice...'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SiSqxUBYnWI/AAAAAAAAArY/vwIKzLp1zWY/s72-c/cnmiflag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-686479731496527117</id><published>2009-05-31T12:05:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T07:35:03.449+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No other could be worse'/><title type='text'>"The bull and I"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SiH7xW-W1LI/AAAAAAAAArI/uxGFOVYi8jI/s1600-h/bull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SiH7xW-W1LI/AAAAAAAAArI/uxGFOVYi8jI/s200/bull.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341827458437403826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May 27, 2009...Here was a day of precarious feelings, I had no reason to feel that way, but circumstances prior to the day had engulfed my senses.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A quick stare, a glance with utter detestation as I viewed the room and hallways.  I hear voices echoing through the halls, no matter how distant, pressure waves hit my ear drums in all directions, they come as muffled noises where some could be made out clearly while others remain white noises.  My bull stood beside me, intimidating the others, I sighed with relief and now knowing that my hands rest in the words of my bull in today's eventful yet stressing ordeal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I know these people" stated a well-respected individual as he looked upon us from his seat, I stared and smiled and nodded my head with a facial expression indicating acknowledgment. I felt as if I emanated a statement from my mind through my facial expression "yes, I know you too sir, please allow me to finish today"... My silent posture and direct eye contact could have sent that message across the room, it did, I was blissful.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I get to set things straight, I am tired of playing games, I am tired of games played against me, now I get to set things straight, again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As my bull showed his strength in a calm, soothing, yet poignant display of selected words, I knew that the parasite and her carrier would have to conjur up something strong to go against it.  Yes, I was relieved.  The parasite backed off, her carrier realized he was on the pedestal for mockery.  I am relieved in the system as my last ordeal left me belittled, confused, and upset in that the system failed me, but today, it left me with high spirits for that I had the opportunity to set things straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see parasite, there will battles you may think you have won, but let alone, I will not allow myself to be taken by lies, deceit and by cruel intentions from diseases caused by such parasites. My bull and I will continue to set things right... Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-686479731496527117?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/686479731496527117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=686479731496527117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/686479731496527117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/686479731496527117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-other-day-could-be-worse.html' title='&quot;The bull and I&quot;'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SiH7xW-W1LI/AAAAAAAAArI/uxGFOVYi8jI/s72-c/bull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-568639266152556418</id><published>2009-05-29T12:02:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:04:57.266+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Joke of the Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sh9CrswqfTI/AAAAAAAAAq4/rOAMNBoXX90/s1600-h/f_001_laughing_horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sh9CrswqfTI/AAAAAAAAAq4/rOAMNBoXX90/s400/f_001_laughing_horse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341061001601776946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day Bill complained to his friend, "My elbow really hurts, I guess I should see a doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend offered, "Don't do that. There's a computer at the drug store that can diagnose anything quicker an cheaper than a doctor. Simply put in a sample of your urine and the computer will diagnose your problem and tell you what you can do about it. It only costs $10."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill figured he had nothing to lose, so he filled a jar with a urine sample and went to the drug store. Finding the computer, he poured in the sample and deposited the $10. The computer started making some noise and various lights started flashing. After a brief pause out popped a small slip of paper on which was printed: You have tennis elbow. Soak your arm in warm water. Avoid heavy lifting. It will be better in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late that evening while thinking how amazing this new technology was and how it would change medical science forever, he began to wonder if this machine could be fooled. He decided to give it a try. He mixed together some tap water, a stool sample from his dog and urine samples from his wife and daughter. To top it off, he masturbated into the concoction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went back to the drug store, located the machine, poured in the sample and deposited the $10. The computer again made the usual noise and printed out the following message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your tap water is too hard. Get a water softener. Your dog has worms. Get him vitamins. Your daughter is using cocaine. Put her in a rehabilitation clinic. Your wife is pregnant with twin girls. They aren't yours. Get a lawyer. And if you don't stop jerking off, your tennis elbow will never get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                        - Contribution of: Alex Chessun - uk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-568639266152556418?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/568639266152556418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=568639266152556418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/568639266152556418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/568639266152556418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/05/joke-of-week.html' title='Joke of the Week!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sh9CrswqfTI/AAAAAAAAAq4/rOAMNBoXX90/s72-c/f_001_laughing_horse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-2200768289670162306</id><published>2009-05-16T06:46:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T08:56:14.594+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knowing all or nothing'/><title type='text'>Never Knowing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sg3zBJTG98I/AAAAAAAAAqo/dikySVv2YXo/s1600-h/Emmanuel-Correia-Way-to-an-Unknown-Place-207960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sg3zBJTG98I/AAAAAAAAAqo/dikySVv2YXo/s400/Emmanuel-Correia-Way-to-an-Unknown-Place-207960.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336188334505392066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You never know what a few minutes ahead will lead you too, the results, the outcome;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll never know when the words you say could hinder everything you've worked so hard for only beacuse you feel that expressing yourself truthfully would be best;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You never know consequeunces from others as you cannot imagine what they are thinking;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can never know what the future holds but can imagine what it could be;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides the never knowing, the thought of knowing your fate could be a scary one sometimes, but then again knowing could have you make the better choices.  If you had to choose, would you rather "never know" or "know" whats ahead and coming?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-2200768289670162306?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2200768289670162306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=2200768289670162306' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/2200768289670162306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/2200768289670162306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/05/never-knowing.html' title='Never Knowing...'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sg3zBJTG98I/AAAAAAAAAqo/dikySVv2YXo/s72-c/Emmanuel-Correia-Way-to-an-Unknown-Place-207960.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-5476852814216622720</id><published>2009-05-12T13:34:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:45:01.798+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park'/><title type='text'>A Walk to Remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sgjucynh0nI/AAAAAAAAApo/KfiI3QOyp60/s1600-h/Wedding+Honeymoon+Photos+397.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/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sgjucynh0nI/AAAAAAAAApo/KfiI3QOyp60/s400/Wedding+Honeymoon+Photos+397.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334775937011667570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time is limited, time is precious, a short weekend with my children brought us together in a short bonding experience where this walk in the park made everything in the world possible in my heart and spirit.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The youngest of the eight rest atop my shoulders looking as if he is on top of the world, yet he is, his smile depicting the pleasure of excitement as we strolled the grassy field in search of termite colonies in trees.  This was a fascinating experience as I explained on what these creatures do, how they live and survive, of course the attention span of my 4 year old determines it's time to see other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treasured moments are all around us, we just need to feel it more freely and let it all come naturally.  I think as adults we fear too much on perception from others.  Today, I really don't care what people think of me, it is most important how my eight children see, love, and respect me as DAD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-5476852814216622720?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5476852814216622720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=5476852814216622720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/5476852814216622720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/5476852814216622720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/05/walk-to-remember.html' title='A Walk to Remember...'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sgjucynh0nI/AAAAAAAAApo/KfiI3QOyp60/s72-c/Wedding+Honeymoon+Photos+397.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-4591162169518993607</id><published>2009-05-12T08:00:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:26:50.963+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reasons to stay on Saipan'/><title type='text'>Why Stay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SgjsbtNeHdI/AAAAAAAAApg/zOkj3uoHCfE/s1600-h/Wedding+Honeymoon+Photos+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SgjsbtNeHdI/AAAAAAAAApg/zOkj3uoHCfE/s200/Wedding+Honeymoon+Photos+027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334773719357070802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why stay asked a friend last night from Korea.  He says, "there is so much more out there that I beleive you could be better off, with your capabilities, understanding and more importantly your drive to succeed...WHY STAY?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It made me think of the hardship I have faced over the years on this rock in western Pacific hemisphere, the island we know as home.  I stopped to think about it, the question that is...Why is it that I am still here? Why haven't I considered the move earlier on.  Well, it's simple, as I smiled back at him and said, this is where I live, with the people I love, the island I adore, and eventually the place where I will be laid to rest... He looked back at me and nodded his head and said, "I admire that, you express love for your country and are doing everything necessary to support it's growth economically".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure, there are opportunities, and why not look at greener pastures for oneself, but in the end, everyone comes home.  Now I am blessed with a wife and eight loving children that make any bad day feel great.  This is my home, this is my life I chose for myself, these are my reasons for staying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-4591162169518993607?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4591162169518993607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=4591162169518993607' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4591162169518993607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4591162169518993607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-stay.html' title='Why Stay?'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SgjsbtNeHdI/AAAAAAAAApg/zOkj3uoHCfE/s72-c/Wedding+Honeymoon+Photos+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-4792942121817120434</id><published>2009-05-04T19:12:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:52:04.586+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth prevails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hope so'/><title type='text'>The A.L.L. When is enough - enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sf61oV0zkkI/AAAAAAAAApQ/UjurzAQ3MoQ/s1600-h/cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sf61oV0zkkI/AAAAAAAAApQ/UjurzAQ3MoQ/s400/cartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331898713511268930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tone of voices ramble through my head, I wonder whether I defended myself on what I believe in.  I spoke of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRUTH&lt;/span&gt;, yet the lies and cheats of individuals ravage through the conversation that eventually caught the audience and made them believe I am at fault. The truth was buried. I wondered whether I was screwed once again and thought to myself, could people really be that selfish, greedy, insensitive.. Oh yes they can be and then I asked when is enough, enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in court today, and I could not believe what had happened but I'll save that for another post when it is all over. A feeling held me in a trance since the time I woke this morning.  I felt a surge of uneasiness and could not bring myself to a calming stage.  Aside from the day to day work related duties that need to be dealt with, I was engulfed with thoughts of preparing myself of what to expect.  Yeah... that did the trick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your down and you are constantly feeling blows that won't stop, your mind races and brings you to a different mode.  My mode was frustration, anguish, pain and also sorrow for the ones who show the interest of greed from my hard work and indulgence.  Yes, I blame myself for this action upon me, it could have been avoided if I took the other step as was advised, but I did not and it led me to where I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, no regrets, I have learned a great deal of this ordeal and will establish myself even stronger for the next battle I am to entangle myself in.  What would that be, next in line?  Come forward and let's dance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-4792942121817120434?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4792942121817120434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=4792942121817120434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4792942121817120434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4792942121817120434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-when-is-enough-enough.html' title='The A.L.L. When is enough - enough?'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sf61oV0zkkI/AAAAAAAAApQ/UjurzAQ3MoQ/s72-c/cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-5972630480742755268</id><published>2009-05-01T13:44:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:49:48.729+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Culprit Behind the Swine Flu Movement</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha... Too funny!  A friend of mine sent me this photo that he has received from another.  What do you think?&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SfpwyUXC8KI/AAAAAAAAApI/Im9UydqKe6Y/s400/ATT00001.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330697118707544226" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Message: Hector Hernandez to Daniel to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"W&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;HO is still searching where and when the outbreak may have started.  All kidding aside. Friends and family from Mexico have been walking on pins and needles.  People are encouraged not to leave their homes, avoid mass crowds in public places like parks, malls, restaurants, and even places of worship. For most attempting to get buy after a peso devaluation last October, and a looming decline in global sales, all agree times are tough"&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/1655581917699542856-5972630480742755268?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5972630480742755268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=5972630480742755268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/5972630480742755268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/5972630480742755268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/05/culprit-behind-swine-flu-movement.html' title='Culprit Behind the Swine Flu Movement'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SfpwyUXC8KI/AAAAAAAAApI/Im9UydqKe6Y/s72-c/ATT00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-6934845014692721878</id><published>2009-04-27T08:01:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:13:54.036+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuel Down, Commodoties on the Rise!</title><content type='html'>A few months back we complained about the rising of fuel causing everything to go up, or at least that was what we saw.  It gave every business a reason to raise prices despite old stock on shelves purchased before the rising of fuel, meaning, the cost on commodoties should not have risen on old stock, but they did as new shipment came in.  Granted it's business, but sometimes, as a consumer, I feel duped.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well now, fuel prices have been steady, yet commodoties have not really gone down, overall there is still an 11% increase on food items and this was at the height of fuel cost.  Is this fair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;******************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Political arena awe's another new candidate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vicky Guerrero expresses her interest in the political arena for the upcoming election in precint I.  As I understand, this is the precint that has many seats and therefore much competition.  At least this puts another young fresh mind to wit what our government is doing and where we are heading.  Not to say my friends and I say respectable friends on hill have not done the best they could, given the circumstances, but as many say, maybe it's time to see a shift, a change in political power and new faces, new ideas.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows, but I like what I see, more young, avid change seekers, vying for seats on the hill.  Good luck to Vicky and good luck to those who may want to get into the political arena!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-6934845014692721878?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6934845014692721878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=6934845014692721878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/6934845014692721878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/6934845014692721878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuel-down-commodoties-on-rise.html' title='Fuel Down, Commodoties on the Rise!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-5337881428807368914</id><published>2009-04-24T14:45:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:55:57.232+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arrogant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disrespectful'/><title type='text'>Who says you can change what I wrote?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SfFE8jfbBmI/AAAAAAAAApA/PlAH3xG3oTk/s1600-h/Writing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SfFE8jfbBmI/AAAAAAAAApA/PlAH3xG3oTk/s320/Writing.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328115641265882722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was sitting at a hearing today and to my surprise an individual who is against me looked at my document and started writing and crossing out my notes that I wrote for his following of what was happening.  I looked at him and said "what are you doing?", his response  was, "oh, just wanted to make sure I dont repeat myself..."  WTF!  I snapped and stated "next time be prepared and bring what ytou need and the next time, I will not be too nice", I stressed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes you wonder and its a day like today where I thought, do most people do this? and then I remembered my other occassions...Wait! What other occassions...hahahaha.  I guess there's a first for everything.  What would you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-5337881428807368914?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5337881428807368914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=5337881428807368914' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/5337881428807368914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/5337881428807368914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-says-you-can-change-what-i-wrote.html' title='Who says you can change what I wrote?!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SfFE8jfbBmI/AAAAAAAAApA/PlAH3xG3oTk/s72-c/Writing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-5230013049818700256</id><published>2009-04-20T14:02:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:54:49.858+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dwarf habitat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Folf lore tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boonies'/><title type='text'>Could it be?</title><content type='html'>In the islands, the idiom of such a place like this little string of pine tree leaf cave is what we grew up to know as the home of a dwarf... Looks creepy especially at night where a flashlight's beam is all you see in front of you natural sounds of animal species in their habitat make their calling noises. You use your imagination and all the horrific tales from the past come to reality.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sev1F1CkoZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/8Bvr_YjIx3E/s400/Dwarf+Home.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326620464781762962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.  Brings back memories of old folk tales told to us as young children for adults to have a great laugh!!!  Hahahahaha... Now I am laughing sharing the same tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-5230013049818700256?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5230013049818700256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=5230013049818700256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/5230013049818700256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/5230013049818700256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/04/could-it-be.html' title='Could it be?'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sev1F1CkoZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/8Bvr_YjIx3E/s72-c/Dwarf+Home.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-489319134794924718</id><published>2009-04-19T20:16:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:11:39.206+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Effort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBQ'/><title type='text'>Gotta love weekends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SesGQ6skH2I/AAAAAAAAAng/jOQ0lWGeUdc/s1600-h/DSC07501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SesGQ6skH2I/AAAAAAAAAng/jOQ0lWGeUdc/s400/DSC07501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326357871999590242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If your like me, then as the weekend approaches, a plan must be in place, check.  The plan must have something that kids enjoy, check. Create an experience for everyone, check. Save some time and energy for the wife, double check!!! Gotta love the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SesGRCb1eyI/AAAAAAAAAno/zo6n0f4wFJ8/s1600-h/DSC07498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SesGRCb1eyI/AAAAAAAAAno/zo6n0f4wFJ8/s400/DSC07498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326357874076908322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SesGRWwDP6I/AAAAAAAAAn4/FNCUji6MNEg/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SesGRWwDP6I/AAAAAAAAAn4/FNCUji6MNEg/s400/DSC00234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326357879530405794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For family fun and enjoyment, sometimes creating dinner with all hands on deck is all you need, the feast of love as each member of the family carefully take their roles seriously.  This evening, we had decided at the last hour (3:27pm) to have a BBQ dinner.  Time and sunlight is not in our favor and if it was just for the wife and I to cater to hungry children all by ourselves, I don't think we would have made it on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dinner engagement with the family opened up a new perspective in family respect and coherence.  As we started to prepare dinner, the marination, the veggies that needed to be chopped, the grill to be cleaned, the drinks to be prepared and chilled, the achote (red rice) to soak, to my surprise, all hands came to the rescue. The effort put in motion created this ambiance of content upon me and the people who I adore and love completely.  Although, the other four children could not be with us, I am sure that they were in minds of everyone on the dinner table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As dinner progressed, I thanked the family for their asssistance to making such a wonderful dinner, we were in all smiles, each said their own thanks for a wonderful meal in front of their hungry eyes.   I loved this weekend and will love more as we build the fond memories of this life Boni and I choose for one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SesGRED-5wI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Ey8I14OPfac/s1600-h/DSC00242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SesGRED-5wI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Ey8I14OPfac/s400/DSC00242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326357874513733378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-489319134794924718?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/489319134794924718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=489319134794924718' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/489319134794924718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/489319134794924718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/04/gotta-love-weekends.html' title='Gotta love weekends!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SesGQ6skH2I/AAAAAAAAAng/jOQ0lWGeUdc/s72-c/DSC07501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-8299838159688610906</id><published>2009-04-11T12:18:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:09:13.583+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ughh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooled'/><title type='text'>A.L.L. - Being humble sometimes gets the best of you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SexXp86lhiI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/fGgnF5zPgpE/s1600-h/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SexXp86lhiI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/fGgnF5zPgpE/s320/money.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326728837510563362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sharing of this post really lies in the very aspects of human nature. In many occasions, when people in need ask for assistance and you humbly offer your services, your money, your time and property, often times you get burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a person who can help is the virtue of a good heart, what about those that keep on taking and not give back?  What do you call them.  I raise this issue as during the economic restoration summit hosted by CDA, a fellow who I met maybe once or twice in my life came up to me in need of assistance.  Of course being the nice guy, I opted to help him out.  His daughter who is coming to see him needed her allowance for school that morning, apparently he left his wallet at home and did not realize it until later.  As I was walking by, he stopped me and said "do I know you?"  My reply was simple, yes, we met several times.  At that moment he states he is in a bind and asked for some assistance and I was gullible.  OK, I agreed as he said he would return what is owed at the function.  Well stupid me!  I was not able to see him again after that.  Boy was I conned and did not expect it.  Ughhh the nerve of some people, however if and when I do find this person, I will ensure he remembers me...Ahem... for sure he will....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any rate, it was my fault, the goodness to help and being humble got the best of me... That was truly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nother &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;essoned &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;earned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-8299838159688610906?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8299838159688610906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=8299838159688610906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/8299838159688610906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/8299838159688610906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-being-humble-sometimes-gets-best-of.html' title='A.L.L. - Being humble sometimes gets the best of you...'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SexXp86lhiI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/fGgnF5zPgpE/s72-c/money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-7775537747506387915</id><published>2009-04-04T20:57:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:09:01.838+10:00</updated><title type='text'>You Tell Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sdc-ZoVP7RI/AAAAAAAAAm4/mm0H88GbDRY/s1600-h/IMG_0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sdc-ZoVP7RI/AAAAAAAAAm4/mm0H88GbDRY/s400/IMG_0343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320790094805724434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is interesting... I am behind a police vehicle on Saturday Morning about 10:40am in San Vicente.  This vehicle with plates 39-38 as I recall was traveling north bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sdc-FdPX_sI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ISVqv5FEDg0/s1600-h/IMG_0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sdc-FdPX_sI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ISVqv5FEDg0/s400/IMG_0337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320789748230913730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What amazed me was as I continued to follow the vehicle, it sped up to probably 60 mph.  Take a look at my speedometer, it is already a little past 40 mph.  The vehicle in front is the same police vehicle... Isn't this wonderful, they are truly leading by example.  Take note as well, I was speeding too, i guess because I can???  You tell me...hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-7775537747506387915?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7775537747506387915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=7775537747506387915' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/7775537747506387915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/7775537747506387915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-tell-me.html' title='You Tell Me!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sdc-ZoVP7RI/AAAAAAAAAm4/mm0H88GbDRY/s72-c/IMG_0343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-9170949572333308853</id><published>2009-04-04T16:49:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:52:43.160+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fascinating yet mysterious in it's own right...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sdc74rxoeMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/uscgSpPN3Xw/s1600-h/IMG_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sdc74rxoeMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/uscgSpPN3Xw/s320/IMG_0291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320787329771141314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember the days when you would sit and enjoy a slightly horror to the horror-horrific film.  The creaking noises, the sound of a bird gawking as it flies past, the simple yet intricate background music having you grip your seat in suspense, and there you have a picturesque image of an old moss-filled, leafless tree depicting death or slow dying insisting the creepiness of it?... hahahaha... I love it, I wonder how the new movie "a haunting in Connecticut" is going?  does that sound all to familiar?  I am a fan of horror at its best, what a trip to see these horrifying events actually happen on the big screen, as they say it is based on a true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our tree at home, this is Boni's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;favorite &lt;/span&gt;tree despite its image portraying no life, death-by-death imagery, the horror of dying and knowing it is upon y0u, but look closely, it possesses such pristine beauty in itself.  At first, I did not think of it that way, but after a while, I've grown to enjoy this and with it's all intent purposes of how it has become an attribute to the property.  This thorn in the rose bush, a diamond in the rough, has now captured my fascination, but solely expresses is mysteriousness....tch tch tch hha hha hha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share a tree, a bush, something that expresses a hidden treasure. Find it's hidden beauty disguised by many factors that one must look beyond to see it and appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-9170949572333308853?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/9170949572333308853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=9170949572333308853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/9170949572333308853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/9170949572333308853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/04/fascinating-yet-mysterious-in-its-own.html' title='Fascinating yet mysterious in it&apos;s own right...'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/Sdc74rxoeMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/uscgSpPN3Xw/s72-c/IMG_0291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-7161228467463767690</id><published>2009-04-03T07:56:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:32:25.102+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Ways!</title><content type='html'>It has been over a month since I last wrote a post.  My life has  taken a change of path.  Since I met Boni, she has shown me another way of life, so to speak another way to breathe in metaphor.  I am blessed and thankful for the presence and gift of such progress from last that I saw myself in turmoil.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was March 11, 2009, where Boni and I wedded in Bali, Indonesia. We shared our vows and both know the values of the covenant of marriage and we take it seriously.  Truly an experience that will stay with me until my time on this earth is ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the Bali trip, we headed out to the mainland US to visit my family. It was nice to introduce Boni to my father, sister and brothers who reside in Portland, Oregon and Walla Walla (Where?), Washington.  It has been years since I have seen them and was such great fun.  However, I was not able to see my mother and sister who resides in California and Vegas respectively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time went by so fast, time was limited, but enjoyable.  If I could turn back time, I'd do it exactly as it is.   I apologize for not updating and will get in the swing of things again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-7161228467463767690?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7161228467463767690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=7161228467463767690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/7161228467463767690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/7161228467463767690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/04/changing-ways.html' title='Changing Ways!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-4207279260347333710</id><published>2009-02-28T08:04:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T09:08:04.751+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tax Breaks, Exemptions, Incentives....Who Should Avail of These?</title><content type='html'>The CNMI, in its worst economic situation faces many more challenges ahead.  Gubernatorial elections coming up as this is yet another year expected to change the face of the CNMI with hopeful slogans, campaigns, platforms and missions to drive the economy back to where we feel stable enough to sustain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tax schemes offered to foreign investors are no doubt needed to entice them to come in.  No doubt our islands do not offer much and given its remote locale in the Western Pacific, it makes it more difficult for investors to see their profits soar here with the inclement busines environment bestowed on us through global economic change.  However, I ask, who truly deserves these tax scheme incentives?  Ok, over the last few years we have had the Qualifying Certificate applied to;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hard Rock cafe&lt;br /&gt;2. Saipan World Resort&lt;div&gt;3. Kumho Asiana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are at least the three I can remember, there may be more, but I don't have that information readily available.  Catching these investors on our incentive is fine, I am not one to complain as I too use these benefits to help lure new business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, we have these businesses on the tax scheme incentive, what other companies do you think should avail of these services.  Personally,I think corporations that look at protecting our environment.  We are now in an era where we must look at our natural resources, our land, our sea, our take for granted environment we abuse everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think recycling corporations should have some relief.  Our newly constructed landfill in Marpi, supposedly a 25 years lifespan, possibly now cut by 10 years...Why?  We built a transfer station to segregate the islands trash.  Personal dumping by citizens or by refuse companies use to go and use the facility, if this stayed on course, we could see our 25 years landfill, but no, not now,, refuse companies are going directly tot he landfill without the segregation of trash, skip out on the transfer station and dump directly, thus cutting our landfill lifespan by at least 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, if &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SahtHqxeG9I/AAAAAAAAAmY/0bQwPgYUbdY/s400/recycling_steel_cans_bales.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307612139364424658" /&gt;we allowed refuse corporation to take out recyclable materials and ship it out of our islands to be reused by the world, we are doing everyone here a favor.  Our landfill lives its full lifetime, our people become more conscious about their trash, our islands maintain its beauty, hence the flourishing of once our hopeful tourism industry.  Of course no one wants another Garapan incident where the landfill burnt up and out of control leaving a pungent stenching smell for our tourist, to me, that was embarrassing and it is a health hazard.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a community affair and not an individual, I share my views on this only to see how many more refuse companies would actually take the offer should the government allow them these tax breaks.  Recycling education is needed to ensure the success of a recyclable program for the CNMI.&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/1655581917699542856-4207279260347333710?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4207279260347333710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=4207279260347333710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4207279260347333710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4207279260347333710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/tax-breaks-exemptions-incentiveswho.html' title='Tax Breaks, Exemptions, Incentives....Who Should Avail of These?'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SahtHqxeG9I/AAAAAAAAAmY/0bQwPgYUbdY/s72-c/recycling_steel_cans_bales.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-7046053555644359783</id><published>2009-02-15T13:52:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:06:55.772+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The A.L.L. - V-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SZeUyuSqREI/AAAAAAAAAlg/SUay6pTLOS8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SZeUyuSqREI/AAAAAAAAAlg/SUay6pTLOS8/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302870685392716866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another Lesson Learned (A.L.L.) brings to mind the joyous and heartwarming experience of how V-days can actually be less costly, and more memorable.  "This is where the true dinner is, whereas, amateurs are out trying to wine and dine their love ones" stated an individual last night...I laughed with glee knowing that those words could actually be so true in some ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My A.L.L. are built on sentiments of creativity and togetherness.  Simple yet elegantly describe by fellow friends who have not experienced simplicity at it's best.  Laughter, smiles, warm kisses, hugs, a nice bottle wine, some finger foods (healthy ones), great company all make the difference in making a memorable V-day.  The lesson learned here is that if you place enough time to think about the way you want to spend V-day, then you may just find alternative means that are worth more than the 5-course dinner meal packages ranging at high prices, I do not say these are not good packages, but given the economy, the scarce of jobs and money opportunities, sometimes the simple things in life are valued higher than the conventional V-day activities commonly heard off, purchased and utilized by the majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This V-day experience is in my memory bank to ensuring that the month of February is no longer a dull month...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-7046053555644359783?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7046053555644359783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=7046053555644359783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/7046053555644359783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/7046053555644359783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-v-day.html' title='The A.L.L. - V-Day'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SZeUyuSqREI/AAAAAAAAAlg/SUay6pTLOS8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-2476595212184218463</id><published>2009-02-12T15:21:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:49:21.150+10:00</updated><title type='text'>NO One is above the LAW....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SZO3McrFsSI/AAAAAAAAAk0/xCiF_OdiRpE/s1600-h/Road+racers.JPG"&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/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SZO3McrFsSI/AAAAAAAAAk0/xCiF_OdiRpE/s400/Road+racers.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301782610828439842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You have probably heard this numerous times before by politicians, enforcement officers, community guidance counselors, your parents, uncles, aunts, cousins, friends, co-workers and anyone else who understands norms, laws, regulations, rules, etc, say "no one is above the law".&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I was driving on Tuesday, February 10, 2009 around 08:22 am enroute to a meeting coming from Saipan's As Terlaje Hill heading down when two police vehicles sped right past me as if they were road racing.  It didn't bother me as I accelerated to maintain speed they were running as I thought, hmmm, if they can do it, I know they will not pull me over, I can save time on the road and get to my destination earlier.  Come to realize they were at speeds far beyond the speed limitation on that street.  Viewing my speedometer, taking the picture, trying to catch up to get that better shot, I realized they were traveling at a speed over 65 mph.  Swerving left to right and right to left with hardly using breaks, road racing, I thought...huh? Cops?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, when they are on their feild day of issuing speeding tickets utilizing the lazer, even 1 mph over the allowable speed, guess what "your ticketed, your tagged, your paying a fine"... Now because they where the badge, are they allowed to do this?  A few years back, one officer was filling his bureau vehicle at a station where I too was filling at the time.  As he got his fill and left to get out on the road, he peeled off rubber intentionally to leave blackened, stenched smell of burning rubber behind him, and carelessly handling the vehicle at a take off speed that could have resulted in an accident if someone or something was ahead of him.  I thought to myself, yeah, young cop, just flexing his muscles....Disgusted and irritated by such actions, I tried not to think of it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SZO3D5gkdXI/AAAAAAAAAks/zN951fmvQ2k/s400/Road+racers+(1).JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301782463950124402" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aha, I thought on that Tuesday morning, DPS recently had new recruits, new officers on the beat, young officers ready to make a name for themselves as law enforcement officers, but then again, they sped right by me and others causing a scene to be simply, "all other motorist are welcome to do as I do,"...They are the law, but they break it anayways, so why not you, why not me, why not every other civilian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My images came a little late on the very fact that I was trying to drive safe at a maintained speed of over 65 mph, taking the camera out, taking the shot.  A few shots I have did not come out right, but these did, but by this time approaching the traffic, they started to slow down and I was able to catch up safely...lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-2476595212184218463?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2476595212184218463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=2476595212184218463' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/2476595212184218463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/2476595212184218463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-one-is-above-law.html' title='NO One is above the LAW....'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SZO3McrFsSI/AAAAAAAAAk0/xCiF_OdiRpE/s72-c/Road+racers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-2446985585706251145</id><published>2009-02-12T10:06:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:17:19.548+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling like a Champ!</title><content type='html'>Superbowl excitement was in the air, my brothers in Seattle and Oregon was at their feet knowing that for many years I supported the STEELERS, rallied on my behalf.  As the Steelers took the AFC and went on to clinch the Superbowl in 2009, they were ecstatic to share the news, calling me the very day expressing congratulatory news as if I was in the game myself.. It was very funny, but they knew my passion for the team as I stuck with them throughout the years.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In return they thought as a gesture they send me a token memoribillia of the official wear of the Steelers,  Now I can truly say I am in the game.. supporting at least...lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SZNqA9SGbpI/AAAAAAAAAkk/X837_v5QFbw/s400/Steelers.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301697751028231826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Ryan and Gerry for this wonderful gift!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-2446985585706251145?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2446985585706251145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=2446985585706251145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/2446985585706251145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/2446985585706251145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/feeling-like-champ.html' title='Feeling like a Champ!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SZNqA9SGbpI/AAAAAAAAAkk/X837_v5QFbw/s72-c/Steelers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-896721397284866666</id><published>2009-02-04T12:21:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:05:19.954+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Island Resort Turning Ghost Town?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SYkEgnB-6bI/AAAAAAAAAjU/UT4b-HonTSg/s1600-h/ads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SYkEgnB-6bI/AAAAAAAAAjU/UT4b-HonTSg/s400/ads.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298771394857724338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;These type of signs not allowed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Saipan, Tinian and Rota, suffering the demise of being remotely isolated from population is undertaking tremendous hardship.  I say no more of Tinian and Rota who are suffering horridly, while Saipan, continues with its progress of completing the Island chain of Ghosts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With recent regulations and enforcement of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Zoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; advising store owners to remove signs that do not meet standard, I have a question on that.  Although the regulations are useful to streamlining or standardizing look and feel, I question the fact of how to market new products in the store if temp signs, or window advertisements are not allowed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about road side vendors?  Literally they still use cardboard boxes as signs indicating the products they sell from their truck, what about the Fishermen in San Jose, do they have to remove the fish names that they have available, because you cannot market the product, so you mean to say ,  no more tuna signs and other type of fish signs indicating its available. The island looks bare without advertisements. Businesses cannot market their produ&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SYkFmkHQxGI/AAAAAAAAAjc/rbS_sKYyE8g/s320/close.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298772596665402466" /&gt;ct, why are we prohibiting this?  If anything should be done, it should be enforced to make it better design wise other than the shabby look currently seen in some business establishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example the tinted window display or advertisements, these are made from quality material but yet it is banned? These are the Coca-Cola window film and other products.  I don't understand, our island resort to become a dead ghost town should more close out sales be more apparent as business is difficult in the islands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-896721397284866666?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/896721397284866666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=896721397284866666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/896721397284866666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/896721397284866666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/island-resort-turning-ghost-town.html' title='Island Resort Turning Ghost Town?'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SYkEgnB-6bI/AAAAAAAAAjU/UT4b-HonTSg/s72-c/ads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-8179007195661366447</id><published>2009-01-22T13:30:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:09:08.897+10:00</updated><title type='text'>CNMI --- For better or Worse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SXfuTGFQcXI/AAAAAAAAAjE/4nqj0nDS870/s1600-h/Grey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SXfuTGFQcXI/AAAAAAAAAjE/4nqj0nDS870/s400/Grey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293961898814894450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've had opportunities to move away from the CNMI, a job waiting 10,000 miles away from the place we call home.  I've chosen to stay on the basis of supporting our islands growth, the need for intervention, the need for dreams to make this island beauty attractive for generations to come, I am here for better or worse...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recent findings on the federalization issue prompted me to write this post.  I fear some would disagree and may be offended by such comments on their job security, but I ask that you keep an open mind about what the true picture is that is slowly redeeming itself upon us. As of todays paper (January 22, 2009), there is an article about the Visa Waiver Program, for short we will call it "VWP".  It now states that after June 1, 2009, all those holding legitimate IR Visa, Work Permit Visa, Investment Permit Visas, etc, have no use nor any value.  Should you leave the CNMI after June 1, 2009, you may re-enter as a tourist, but not of business status that you are commonly using today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good, it will weed out the fly-by night operators, the bad, it poses a threat to future investment and business closure due to the difficulty in doing business in the CNMI.  I am quite concerned about this issue, I have foreign partners and there is no way they will succumb to being ill-treated in this manner especially after investing over 3.5 million into the CNMI.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another article today mentioned about President Obama holding all new Federal Regulations that have not been posted yet in the registrar.  This could work towards our benefit but only for a short period of time (180 days?).  What's next? I attended a meeting todayb that discussed that very issue, our letters of concern, our point we made as a community was not really heard, and I enjoyed the discusion I had today on "humanizing the effects" of the Federalization implementation.  Take a look at what the circumstances are;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Businesses and its senior management are already contemplating or have done pay cuts to keep business going;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Further cuts are imposed on the employees themselves or face closure;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. With the Immigration federalization, we are to lose our workforce continued with the dwindling population; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Loss of jobs and other money making income for the workforce, where will they go? How will they survive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How is this possible? How are we to survive or find economic solvency?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the humanizing effect, it is imperative that we all understand where this is headed and what is there to expect, as far as most people were concerned, they say, "not to worry, this is for the better"....Really?  Think about this, there will be more loss of jobs, no work to be found, business closures, less tax in coffers, etc.  The only ones who don't realy feel the pinch are the secured government workers, even with an austerity Friday, if they receive $600.00 this week, two weeks later they will still see their $600.00 again, not much would care about this issue as security is on their side, but in the private, it's horrible...You worry, you try to be resilient, but impossible today, the effects causes so much hardship in this business climate that already some are thinking to pack up and leave, businesses I mean.  Can the CNMI survive with these new regulations?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I humbly ask for everyone to understand the effects, where do you see yourself in a year from now?  I think we should all express ourselves in writing to the new President Obama via our channel, our delegate, our hope for better change and support, Mr. Kilili.  Why wait, send it in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-8179007195661366447?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8179007195661366447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=8179007195661366447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/8179007195661366447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/8179007195661366447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/cnmi-for-better-ot-worse.html' title='CNMI --- For better or Worse'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SXfuTGFQcXI/AAAAAAAAAjE/4nqj0nDS870/s72-c/Grey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-6757338717102582348</id><published>2009-01-21T08:50:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:10:06.639+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Snail Mail Values</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SXZ15IffOMI/AAAAAAAAAi0/cqAfzjzN824/s1600-h/P1210006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SXZ15IffOMI/AAAAAAAAAi0/cqAfzjzN824/s200/P1210006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293548036413143234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The conventional way of mail these days are through the internet, email, FB, Chats, My Space and more.  The mail received through technology is so common that it does not possess a true value.  I did not realize this until I received two letters via snail mail (post office), they were from my parents.  As I read it, I saw the personalized handwriting, felt their comfort in their effort to write and send it, I believe snail mails still has the edge over conventional electronic mails these days. Of course, this is my opinion, share your thoghts on this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-6757338717102582348?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6757338717102582348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=6757338717102582348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/6757338717102582348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/6757338717102582348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/snail-mail-values.html' title='Snail Mail Values'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SXZ15IffOMI/AAAAAAAAAi0/cqAfzjzN824/s72-c/P1210006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-8995240526383204051</id><published>2009-01-20T19:27:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:38:01.769+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A New HOPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SXWZ-QK2PGI/AAAAAAAAAik/JSsgCjtdwVY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SXWZ-QK2PGI/AAAAAAAAAik/JSsgCjtdwVY/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293306231815289954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the inauguration of our new President Barack Obama, he brings hope to an era of needed change in the US and its surrounding territories and insular areas.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being hopeful for change that will provoide for everyone is the ultimate movement he can make for his time as President, of course aside from ridding the War in Iraq.  Our new Superman, an icon, an image, a hero as most of us would remember we want to be at one point in our lives, who better else to concede the name Superman, now against the world in all political affairs, he could either make us or break us, which is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-8995240526383204051?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8995240526383204051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=8995240526383204051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/8995240526383204051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/8995240526383204051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-hope.html' title='A New HOPE'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SXWZ-QK2PGI/AAAAAAAAAik/JSsgCjtdwVY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-6235054010846847319</id><published>2009-01-15T14:50:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:03:25.623+10:00</updated><title type='text'>There's more at stake...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SW7DKvu5XoI/AAAAAAAAAic/5Wo-dy4KQMM/s1600-h/deportation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SW7DKvu5XoI/AAAAAAAAAic/5Wo-dy4KQMM/s320/deportation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291381201586183810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(80, 83, 103);  line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In the Marianas Variety today, an article published by Junhan B. Todeno wrote on the issues for FAS citizens married to foreigners, now Immediate Relative (IR) status to FAS citizens on whether the NMI immigration will look into their fate with the U.S. Federalization movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A few online comments indicated heinous remarks on telling these people to leave.  No doubt we have been affected in more ways than the medical treatment benefits, the foos stamp programs, dental benefits, medicare, housing, etc. in general, but here is another way of looking at heir presence in the islands.  I stress this post on the basis of current economical conditions today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There is more at stake here than meets the eye. The fact remains is some of these individuals contribute back to our ailing economy through their taxes aside from the labeling of being troubled people. One of the biggest problems the CNMI faces with economic recovery is population, where there is a thriving population, there is opportunity for economic growth, opportunity for selecting the best and qualified individuals for positions at workplaces. If our population dwindles down to a mere 40K, we will surely see a more deprived and worsened CNMI. Can we deal with this?  As a native to the island, can you see where this would be if it does happen, the extraction of people from the islands.  I heard that a rough number of 2,000 native NMI peoples have already left island for greener pastures.  Our brain drain, funny, I too thought about this very seriously, and I still think of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1655581917699542856-6235054010846847319?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6235054010846847319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=6235054010846847319' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/6235054010846847319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/6235054010846847319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-more-at-stake.html' title='There&apos;s more at stake...'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SW7DKvu5XoI/AAAAAAAAAic/5Wo-dy4KQMM/s72-c/deportation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-1266407130280993107</id><published>2009-01-13T14:01:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:16:38.697+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.L.L'/><title type='text'>A.L.L. - Cognitive Dysfunction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SWwVZ7Q1IfI/AAAAAAAAAiM/phGVrfT_c1I/s1600-h/Brain+fog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SWwVZ7Q1IfI/AAAAAAAAAiM/phGVrfT_c1I/s200/Brain+fog.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290627197402685938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A new post for A.L.L. (Another Lesson Learned), but todays post reflects the symptom of cognitive dysfunction.. huh? WTF? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, for several days I have been feeling groggy, tired, beat up, stressed, why? I asked myself... The effects of sleep inertia.  For the past few nights, the lack of sleep has caught up to me each day making me feel dysfunctional in many ways.  Well, no one to blame but myself, great DVD movies in play, nice wine or beer for relaxation, cuddle and talk with the wife to be on an array of topics, all this keeping me up later than usual is now taking its toll.  The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A.L.L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; recommendation - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GET more sleep! &lt;/span&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/1655581917699542856-1266407130280993107?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1266407130280993107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=1266407130280993107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/1266407130280993107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/1266407130280993107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-cognitive-dysfunction.html' title='A.L.L. - Cognitive Dysfunction'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SWwVZ7Q1IfI/AAAAAAAAAiM/phGVrfT_c1I/s72-c/Brain+fog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-647696696367455013</id><published>2009-01-12T11:39:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:45:15.420+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SWqfTvlukDI/AAAAAAAAAiE/AhXMcKz1g6Y/s1600-h/header1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SWqfTvlukDI/AAAAAAAAAiE/AhXMcKz1g6Y/s400/header1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290215873841106994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For over 20 years, I have been a fan of the Pitsburgh Steelers.  Today, a game was played against the San Diego Chargers.  A victorius win to place the Steelers for the AFC Championship game against the Baltimore Ravens.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steelers defense is solid, they performed extremely well today and made sure that they dominated on the field.  The Chargers, we thank them for coming out!  It was a good game, but ultimately, the Steelers were just a more overpowering team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do I expect for the Steelers against the Ravens, no doubt Steelers are going to whoop butt! Predictions anyone? I believe the Steelers will once again make the superbowl and give us Steelers fans another victorius season...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-647696696367455013?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/647696696367455013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=647696696367455013' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/647696696367455013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/647696696367455013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-over-20-years-i-have-been-fan-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SWqfTvlukDI/AAAAAAAAAiE/AhXMcKz1g6Y/s72-c/header1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-6609704687868635106</id><published>2009-01-06T10:58:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:00:45.993+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd Annual De-Lurk'/><title type='text'>The 2nd Annual Great CNMI De-Lurk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SWKsqie_MiI/AAAAAAAAAg8/SwkxvGCNO54/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SWKsqie_MiI/AAAAAAAAAg8/SwkxvGCNO54/s400/Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287978759297643042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am De-Lurking! What's next? Oh yeah, leave comments on every blog post I read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-6609704687868635106?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6609704687868635106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=6609704687868635106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/6609704687868635106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/6609704687868635106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/2nd-annual-great-cnmi-de-lurk.html' title='The 2nd Annual Great CNMI De-Lurk'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SWKsqie_MiI/AAAAAAAAAg8/SwkxvGCNO54/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-3500968610353426832</id><published>2009-01-04T13:07:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:22:24.128+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The A.L.L. Factor - Starting 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SWAq7yusBcI/AAAAAAAAAgs/GGCoHUJ0qew/s1600-h/DSC07497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SWAq7yusBcI/AAAAAAAAAgs/GGCoHUJ0qew/s320/DSC07497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287273169251206594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok guys, I know Christmas is done and over with, but I would like to share something I've learned NOT TO DO this year in 2009. Another Lesson Learned (A.L.L.)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the story goes, I was contemplating on what gift to get Boni for Christmas.  So I studied her needs, her expressive frustrations on what she does not have and would like to have.  With doing so, I purchased a coffee maker, I mean hey we guys are practical.  S I was extremelu proud of my gift for her as day and day out, she would say "I want coffee" and leave a sad face knowing she would not have it that very  moment.  I honestly believed I got he perfect gift until some advice comin from a very conservave, but understanding person told me, "Cristmas gifts for a woman, should never be an appliance", shoots, I panicked!  I got the wrong gift....Ahhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I was back on the drawing board.  What gift to get? What do you give someone smething that she may not need at the moment, but would want to treasure...Jewelry, feminine beauty products, oh man this was going to  be an ordeal for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did find something fo value both direcly an indirectly, something in which I know she will appreciate and look back knowing it came from me. Just so we guys do not make the mistake I did, plan ahead.  Study your woman and be prepared for 2009's Valentine's, their birthdays, Mother's day (if mothers already) and Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-3500968610353426832?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3500968610353426832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=3500968610353426832' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/3500968610353426832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/3500968610353426832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-lessoned-learned.html' title='The A.L.L. Factor - Starting 2009!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SWAq7yusBcI/AAAAAAAAAgs/GGCoHUJ0qew/s72-c/DSC07497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-5823445500704683527</id><published>2009-01-02T09:54:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:13:30.254+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elections 2009'/><title type='text'>General Elections in 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SV1bX_BC-sI/AAAAAAAAAgc/-XOXOa1klXI/s1600-h/mp_seal1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SV1bX_BC-sI/AAAAAAAAAgc/-XOXOa1klXI/s200/mp_seal1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286482005213772482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The General Election is coming up in 2009! The ticket is staging itself to be vast where parties start to rally their candidates. The Republicans, the Democrats, the Independant, and the Covenant.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will Governor Fitial run again, will Tim remain his running mate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congressman, former Lt. Governor Diego Benavente announces his bid for Gubernatorial candiacy for the Republican party.  I've heard rumors on the possibility of other persons who express interest or by people who feel they should run and are encouraging them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are true of these individuals?  Will they run?  Do you have more on your list of possibilities for Governor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Diego Benavente - Confirmed Candidacy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Heinz Hohschneider&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. David Apatang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Joe Ayuyu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Luis Crisostimo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Ramon Guerrero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Benigno Fitial - Incumbent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are names that have popped up in conversations about the Gubernatorial race for 2009.&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/1655581917699542856-5823445500704683527?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5823445500704683527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=5823445500704683527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/5823445500704683527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/5823445500704683527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/general-elections-in-2009.html' title='General Elections in 2009!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SV1bX_BC-sI/AAAAAAAAAgc/-XOXOa1klXI/s72-c/mp_seal1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-2465392929006432441</id><published>2009-01-02T07:52:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:51:01.175+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting off New!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SV1V1qbGONI/AAAAAAAAAgM/kMAuyHw8Fhg/s1600-h/Memory+on+my+wall+1.JPG"&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/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SV1V1qbGONI/AAAAAAAAAgM/kMAuyHw8Fhg/s400/Memory+on+my+wall+1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286475918012201170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As most of you would say, it's a new year, start off fresh and make the best of 2009.  Always easier said than done...Life has it's way of throwing major curve balls at you when you least expect it.  A new years resolution..hmmm, I've decided not to have one.  I think when establishing such resolutions, they must be tangible and something that you will be passionate enough to carry forward.  I know it is not easy to fulfill a resolution for yourself, again given the curve balls.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I plan to write more posts on my blog on issues concerning life, the island issues, global attrocities or things that impact us, great experiences and more than would inspire me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008 flashback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog of mine was really a test case.  I kept a written journal, but this is much better. I am not ashamed to share my thoughts and be critiqued when my opinions are different, this is who I am and so far what I enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting off on my blog.  It was in June 2008 when I first opened this blog. Of course I am still fairly new to it, it was Hope, my daughter who helped me establish this blog.  I was completely and utterly clueless on what to do.  Thanks Hopey for helping me, I truly appreciate it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went on random issues trying to find my bearing and wrote on what I wanted to with no barriers.  I may have made people upset, but these are all my opinion on various issues, my life stories, my demises, my future, my progress...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I like what I see, I have online journal with photos, stories that I can hold on to, share later, and look back upon what I had to go through.  It is addictive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-2465392929006432441?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2465392929006432441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=2465392929006432441' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/2465392929006432441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/2465392929006432441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/starting-off-new.html' title='Starting off New!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SV1V1qbGONI/AAAAAAAAAgM/kMAuyHw8Fhg/s72-c/Memory+on+my+wall+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-8324896882957492156</id><published>2008-12-30T09:50:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T13:01:07.944+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Government Owned Building Vs. Leases/Rentals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SVlkT7k0axI/AAAAAAAAAgE/lzRMkSkOX1w/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285365931268401938" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SVlkT7k0axI/AAAAAAAAAgE/lzRMkSkOX1w/s400/images.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 89px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 130px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Can the Gov't Maintain it' Building?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ere was a  comment made on the Marianas Variety today about government owned building versus leasing of other facilties.  I expressed myself writing to this issue as I felt that the person who left his/her comment only looked at one side of the picture whereas, there is more to consider in the leasing of a facility.  Some may disagree, but these are my points of how I would look at a faciltiy if and when to lease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In response to the comments made on the online Marianas Variety edition December 30, 2008 entitled "MVA doesn't comply with procurement rules"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I agree that both concepts about saving is right on track and is needed for the government today, I don't stand and state my comments on the basis of brown nosing, but I would like to point out the very fact that sometimes renting is better than owning.  They mainly fall within the reasons of maintenance.  The landlord is ultimately responsible for the up-keeping of such facilities inclusive but are limited to;  1. Air conditioning unit(s) 2. Restroom and toiletry supplies 3. Grounds Maintenance 4. In-door maintenance (some exceptions) 5. Major structural repairs in the event of normal wear and tear of the facility through nature oriented atrocities 6. Protection of building/facility from harm 7. Meets all safety standards and fire codes 8. Location usually reasonable for such offices as compared to the Hill  I guess, my point is simple, sometimes, renting facilities is a much more economical advantage.  Although I sympathize they maybe to an extent, some agreements are truly beneficial to landlords, but that in itself helps the economy overall.  Look at CUC, when they moved into La Fiesta, it was not long before they had to abandon the area due to higher cost to maintain their operation on a government owned building.  So much to consider and not just the figure seen on the rental contract.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1655581917699542856-8324896882957492156?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8324896882957492156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=8324896882957492156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/8324896882957492156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/8324896882957492156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/government-owned-building-vs.html' title='Government Owned Building Vs. Leases/Rentals'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SVlkT7k0axI/AAAAAAAAAgE/lzRMkSkOX1w/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-926812776873596407</id><published>2008-12-16T14:23:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:00:08.698+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirsting for Stability!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SUcv9KyoJyI/AAAAAAAAAfM/V4wad9tYy30/s1600-h/stockasian460276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SUcv9KyoJyI/AAAAAAAAAfM/V4wad9tYy30/s400/stockasian460276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280241816030422818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The global economy is in its worst! I don't see how our tourism market share for the island will have us remain profitable as most businesses if not all are geared towards tourism in general!", stated a friend of mine who expressed himself openly.  This friend is a CPA and MBA and I look to him for advise as he looks at the overall picture and analyzes them religiously.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As with the rest of the world facing tough economic times, the recession, it is no wonder that we all thirst for stability once again.   Take for example our island, Saipan.  During the CUC fiasco power outages, we complained, we huffed and puffed, we gave the bad look, the bad public statements, but none attended the forums that would enable the community to be powerful enough to make that change.  However, getting back to the point, we had no power for days on intervals, "load shedding" in better terms.  During that time, frustration, anger, hatred and everything else that you could muster to criticize the CUC was stated, spoken off and publicized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when the power came back, fuel rates remained high, no one conserved power as the utilities was once again a convenience.  Only when the power bills started coming out, we saw yet another tantrum on the rise.  Funny that I use this to explain the global economic condition, but I assure its all on the basis of how we think and apply to each circumstance.  The power we were so used to recieving is like the economy that poured in from the consumer when things were great.  With a cut in consumer support from  great economies, its like our power being cut off, when the global recession decides to revamp itself in time through global leadership making the drastic changes to adapt to our everchanging economical status, we too will experience the greatness of economic recovery at a convenience.  Today however, despite the recession, people still are spending but on what these days? I am sure on necessities only? Yet, consumer products remain high, jobs in the Commonwelath is scarce, if you have one, keep it and perform to maintain it. We are in for the worst of economic hardship, can we ask for bail out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SUsp0Dld8JI/AAAAAAAAAfk/w4tRnwH8rQw/s320/610x.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281360962314432658" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am pleased to hear the US Congress has authorized CIP funds for the CUC generator repairs, but now I am inclined to ask about the "Fuel Farm" idea that will stabilize fuel prices. Based on the economic study from the University of Georgia (if I recall correctly) on the CUC fuel rate implementation.  They are now saying that we &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;must defer from the fluctuation of fuel based on the barrel selling price, which we all know jumps sporadically.  They say base it on the average and run it for a period of 6 months at a time, now I feel that the fuel farms are more needed with this attempt to stabilize fuel pricing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of last night, pirce for gas is at $2.97 at the pumps, wow, it is nice to see my $20.00 go a long way in the car, whew! What a relief!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-926812776873596407?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/926812776873596407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=926812776873596407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/926812776873596407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/926812776873596407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/thirsting-for-stability.html' title='Thirsting for Stability!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SUcv9KyoJyI/AAAAAAAAAfM/V4wad9tYy30/s72-c/stockasian460276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-8588564332537647308</id><published>2008-12-16T08:00:00.013+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:08:57.357+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Extraordinary Beauty, it's rareness found in women today</title><content type='html'>What defines beauty? This question is what I spoke off with a friend who in his years has been one of those men who critiques a woman based on looks, posture, public appearances, attitude, etc.  He is someone who will criticize without fully seeing the consequence of what occurs when his tone of voice or his harsh words are heard by the individual he is speaking off if they are not of words of good standing.  In his eyes, looks are more important at first sight.  What defines beauty?&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SUbre1oKmQI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Lfc45ZF62Iw/s320/Bon+Bon.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280166528162633986" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my view, beauty is a whole package and not just seen from the surface .  It encomapsses the first glance attraction, to the person she is inside. This package is something that is embedded deep within the woman and not just superficial.  I know many of who I can say are beautiful in their own ways and a few that I could say are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; beautiful. I will gloat here for the time being as I am proud to have found a woman who in my eyes is truly beautiful.  Her elegance, her movement as gracious as she is, her persona, her physical appearance, her overall way of life, I am amazed as well intrigued. Boni is a truly beautiful woman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I for one am a man who believes that a woman makes the man.  Find the right one and you will be happy and content, forget about wealth, but the very notion of maintaining a fruitful life is dependant on whether you are happy or not and you will live in comfort (my opinion).  I tend to boast about the woman in my life as I do to represent my affection for her.  The beauty I see in her is extremely rare. I have known many and for which I can say she tops them all.  I am sure that we men have our different understanding and meaning of what beauty is as defined by us individually, especially when stating the aspects of beauty for your significant other or spouse. In your own words, how would you defne beauty within your significant other or spouse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-8588564332537647308?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8588564332537647308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=8588564332537647308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/8588564332537647308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/8588564332537647308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/extraordinary-beauty-its-rareness-found.html' title='Extraordinary Beauty, it&apos;s rareness found in women today'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SUbre1oKmQI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Lfc45ZF62Iw/s72-c/Bon+Bon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-7811086082661045455</id><published>2008-12-11T15:42:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:37:50.838+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For love and happiness'/><title type='text'>An Overwhelming &amp; Joyous Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SUC1LTvRDqI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ILP5BhQ0628/s1600-h/christmas-balls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SUC1LTvRDqI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ILP5BhQ0628/s320/christmas-balls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278417969159933602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cannot get over the feeling that hit me last week.  It was when we brought the Christmas tree out from hiding, we went off the store and purchased new decorations and ornaments.  Truly it was an overwhelming and joyous exerience that I would like to share.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the years, Christmas was always a fun-filled event for family.  The raising of the tree, the colourful  garlands, the shiny trinkets, the colors that represents Christmas, the joy expressed with anticipated excitement for what will be placed underneath the tree as days come before Christmas...  Pure enjoyment, pure love, pure happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year's Christmas brought back many memories.  My happiness filled my heart with love that I could not hold in.  My eyes filled with tears of joy as the Christmas music played on.  I see the children enjoying the decorating of the raised tree with colors and shiny trinkets.  I thought back and saw my past, my children, how I wished they were all together to share the experience, but then again I thought of my future wife's children too and how we all enjoyed the experience together.  Who was I to hold back what could be the best Christmas this year, I looked around the house and saw the spirit and as I did my share, tears of joy from my happiness rolled down the side of my face.  As if in a slow motion, I sensed the tears run every inch until leaving my face. I did not want to share my facial expressions to the young ones as they might think I am sad, but in fact, I was so happy. As I write this post, I am sensing what was felt then, that evening.  It's a wonderful feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful for the fact that our children will all be together this Christmas holiday.  We are all excited to share our warmth, our love, our joy, our laughter, our smiles, our hugs and kisses, our hearts with one another. This is my dream of Christmas, my family, a happy family all together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-7811086082661045455?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7811086082661045455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=7811086082661045455' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/7811086082661045455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/7811086082661045455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/overwhelming-joyous-experience.html' title='An Overwhelming &amp; Joyous Experience'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SUC1LTvRDqI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ILP5BhQ0628/s72-c/christmas-balls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-8480230735126528815</id><published>2008-12-09T13:03:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:29:54.173+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my father'/><title type='text'>Lessons From Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/ST3hVAsQ7fI/AAAAAAAAAek/xbVxSK1qT3c/s1600-h/DSC01797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/ST3hVAsQ7fI/AAAAAAAAAek/xbVxSK1qT3c/s320/DSC01797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277622089427250674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recall several occasions that I truly am grateful for.  The times in my childhood that I recall made me who I am today in so many ways, it's values, core values that withstood all the atrocities we have faced as a family over the years.  These are my memories that withstood the test of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up with Dad was not always the best childhood experience, but I give him all the credit for building me this way; one who will work relentlessly for the better of others and self.  With this, I learned to care, love and cherish those around me and in particular, my wife and children.  He has taught me that much indirectly over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first memory I would like to point out is the time when we raised animals in Susupe.  PIGS, a lot of pigs. As I recall, we had a total of 22 at one point.  My memory takes me back to one early morning awakening. Dad says "wake up! we need to clip the teeth of the piglets as they come out!", I did not understand until that very morning, we were out there in the pen, clipping the new born piglets teeth with a wire cutter. He explains, "it is necessary so that the mama pig does not have any discomfort when feeding the piglets", some piglets teeth were so sharp and pointy, I saw the point.  It was nice, because it was just dad and I with a lamp bulb emanating light in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another memory is when dad came home from fishing for Atulai, buckets and buckets of fish were waiting to be cleaned, gutted, and stored.  At first, I looked at these buckets of fish and wondered, how will I clean all this by myself? But as I progressed, the amount became smaller and smaller and after completing, I felt a sense of accomplishment knowing that the household family would enjoy what I've done,the labor intensity of fish gutting and cleaning made sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, how can I leave out the real stickler of experiences?  It was my birthday, I was about 11-12 at the time.  Our neighbor was selling his used BB gun. Oh how did I want that so much.."$25.00 and you can have it!" our neighbor says... Well, it was my birthday and thinking how special this day was for me, I rushed home to ask dad for the $25.00 to buy the gun.  Low and behold, his comments were, "you have to earn it!!", sounds just like dad... Anyways, he says, clean the lawn, feed the pigs, rake the grass, burn the trash and he will consider... did he buy it?  Yes, but after hours of grueling labor work outside, but don't you see, it taught me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, you did teach me things that you probably don't realize you had.  I am a person who learns by experience.  I know I've caused you more trouble in the past, but that's because of how I learned for myself.  I am forever grateful and with this, time stands still in my memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-8480230735126528815?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8480230735126528815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=8480230735126528815' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/8480230735126528815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/8480230735126528815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/lessons-from-dad.html' title='Lessons From Dad'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/ST3hVAsQ7fI/AAAAAAAAAek/xbVxSK1qT3c/s72-c/DSC01797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-4555544587375495386</id><published>2008-12-04T08:11:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:25:25.035+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Horns of Some .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/STcpQGjE0YI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ANo3N97wWCo/s1600-h/devil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 375px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/STcpQGjE0YI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ANo3N97wWCo/s400/devil.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275730845100200322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evil..Evil..EVIL!!!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so stressful when you try to be a person who only wants what's in best interest for everyone and then you have those who have their best interest in themeselves and will stop at nothing to achieve that, even if it means stepping all over people to get there. I say they are evil.  The horns of some people that are never really seen, and aren't always invisible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure everyone has had their fair share of circumstantial events of such evilness. Sometimes, you get tired that it drains so much energy in you when trying to make the bad to good from others.  Being so manipulative that it seems hoepless and pointless to even argue because of their personal interest in the matter.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My personal view on malevolent people are of total disgust.  Most consider themselves the "high almighty" and everyone else around them is subject to their pleasing, but in all due respect, it is those that firmly believe that fairness is the always best option will always come out on top, despite the challenges.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interesting that I write this post.. I refer this to a person who over the past months has thought of himself the righteous one.  Today, I am exhausted of this non-sense and omitted myself of anymore events that are seriously not worth it.  What are your comments on the wicked, evil, and malicious people. Share your views of how they tend to run others to the ground while they reap instant rewards, and what are your dislikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-4555544587375495386?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4555544587375495386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=4555544587375495386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4555544587375495386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4555544587375495386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/horns-of-some.html' title='The Horns of Some .....'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/STcpQGjE0YI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ANo3N97wWCo/s72-c/devil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-820481509969633820</id><published>2008-12-02T15:21:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:19:58.684+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunk Drivers Kill'/><title type='text'>Is Saipan Safe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/STTMSFBMBhI/AAAAAAAAAd8/HAiWhW6QqaU/s1600-h/Donny%27s+B-day+Outing+2008+(60).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/_7Av0Ra84QgU/STTMSFBMBhI/AAAAAAAAAd8/HAiWhW6QqaU/s320/Donny%27s+B-day+Outing+2008+(60).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275065674514564626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was asked about the safeness of our islands recently.  What do you say after all the recent tragic fatalities that have stormed headlines these days.  The murder of the MHS guard Ballestros, the fatal accident of drunken driving in two recent occasions, the stabbing of a courtesy ride to a hitchhiker. My son says, "Is Saipan safe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, what has our island come to.  We always portray pride in how we love, how we carry ourselves as individuals, and how we wish for people to percieve the very nature of our hospitality.  Where are we headed with these activities.  Sure, the Highway Safety is now conducting more sobriety checks, but in my recent drive to Papago, I was behind yet, low and behold, another drunk driver on the road.  I honked and honked to get his attention and he was with a few others.  They ignored my presence of trying to get there attention.  They speed up and leave me in a cloud of road dust.  Now, what would you do if you were in such a situation?  Call the cops, give your location and hopefully they catch up to them?  I did not have my cel phone then, should I have followed them as they sped or slow down and show that I have no interest so they can drive slower and be more responsible.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/STTL9OVtvhI/AAAAAAAAAd0/rvdgFkOht8g/s320/police_siren.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275065316239326738" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I wanted to follow, I wanted to call, I wanted to ensure that they get off the road as they may hurt others in passing.  But think of it, a stretch of road from San Vicente to Capitol Hill, steep hills, blind spots, turns- lefts and rights, slick when damp or wet, you name the conditions of the road, it is found the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;re. I see no Officers!  No traffic personnel looking out for such eventful happenings, no law to put justice, peace and safety during this back road drive experience.  It is pretty scary if you think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know DPS is short handed, but then you have so many on a check point in one area and everyone else is fleeing to use alternative routes to drive.  What do you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-820481509969633820?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/820481509969633820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=820481509969633820' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/820481509969633820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/820481509969633820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-saipan-safe.html' title='Is Saipan Safe?'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/STTMSFBMBhI/AAAAAAAAAd8/HAiWhW6QqaU/s72-c/Donny%27s+B-day+Outing+2008+(60).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-286291851184274085</id><published>2008-11-26T13:37:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:16:49.474+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Memory on My Wall</title><content type='html'>It is a simple yet elegant item that portrays a memory that I hold dear. A day of the year that is forever in my mind.  A presence of what I have longed for in my years.  A gift of commitment as it was shared then.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This memory is more than just what it seems, it brought me happiness, joy, a new chance of life, and contentment.  Although the great things that this memory provides, a sacrifice on my part is necessary to maintain this glee.  Unequivocally, I need to ensure my sacrifice is seen and appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SSzNA6xaDxI/AAAAAAAAAdU/nTr2RHq3fQA/s320/Memory+on+my+wall+1+(1).JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272814679404187410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, I see this item, this memory on my wall, a token, a symbol of what it is I have today and what I could lose should I not look at things differently and effect change.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nothing so much enhances a good as to make sacrifices for it". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;George Santayana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-286291851184274085?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/286291851184274085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=286291851184274085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/286291851184274085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/286291851184274085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/memory-on-my-wall.html' title='A Memory on My Wall'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SSzNA6xaDxI/AAAAAAAAAdU/nTr2RHq3fQA/s72-c/Memory+on+my+wall+1+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-4298863446218651913</id><published>2008-11-24T19:41:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:00:48.860+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FB or Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankgiving Sexy Bird'/><title type='text'>What's your new past time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SSp4aSG73DI/AAAAAAAAAcc/vsrxLMMQDqA/s1600-h/tabs_logo_Facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SSp4aSG73DI/AAAAAAAAAcc/vsrxLMMQDqA/s400/tabs_logo_Facebook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272158706723445810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could be wrong, but since Facebook hit the CNMI and elsewhere, I hardly see new post placed by the avid bloggers around (or at least the ones on my blog roll).  I too was taken by this and wanted to figure out how to use it, therefore, much time was spent on navigating the FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that we have FB and the stories on blogs are not updated, I am sure that we will all have many things to write about on our shared opinions, ideas, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SSp5kPTP7vI/AAAAAAAAAc8/b4OFVZpOSUI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SSp5kPTP7vI/AAAAAAAAAc8/b4OFVZpOSUI/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272159977280106226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;?  How's your bird looking?  Here is a version I am considering, if Boni will allow it! Uh...donnow???  I am sure Ed, Glenn and maybe Justin just might appreciate something this beautiful, Lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-4298863446218651913?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4298863446218651913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=4298863446218651913' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4298863446218651913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4298863446218651913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='What&apos;s your new past time?'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SSp4aSG73DI/AAAAAAAAAcc/vsrxLMMQDqA/s72-c/tabs_logo_Facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-2972210398440733297</id><published>2008-11-24T12:28:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:01:00.490+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not a boy, not yet a Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SSoR5Xag_PI/AAAAAAAAAb8/bgsXt7cANh0/s400/Donny%27s+B-day+Outing+2008+(32).JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272045991026031858" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donovan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, is now 14 years old!  November 23, 1994 is his birthday and this past Sunday, marked his day and another year older.  He asked that I take him to several places for a few hours I had with them.  It was a very nice get together and I hope that he enjoyed just as much as I did.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SSoTAzrGUBI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Eyo_Ta72d48/s400/Donny%27s+B-day+Outing+2008+(46).JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272047218382491666" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the four, where I wanted a nice photo opportunity! &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/1655581917699542856-2972210398440733297?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2972210398440733297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=2972210398440733297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/2972210398440733297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/2972210398440733297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-not-boy-not-yet-man.html' title='I&apos;m not a boy, not yet a Man!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SSoR5Xag_PI/AAAAAAAAAb8/bgsXt7cANh0/s72-c/Donny%27s+B-day+Outing+2008+(32).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-971122965300819400</id><published>2008-11-19T13:22:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:40:06.644+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My AMP Treasures...The memories that are mine are worth more that money cannot buy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2882303761535325168&amp;amp;site=widget-f0.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761535325168&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f0.slide.com/p1/2882303761535325168/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div class="mainheadstry" style="font-size: 140%; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Shell's fuel 30 cents cheaper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="subhead" style="font-size: 90%; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="byline" style="font-size: 80%; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saipantribune.com/contact.aspx?user_num=140" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-decoration: none; "&gt;By Kristi Eaton&lt;br /&gt;Reporter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="byline" style="font-size: 80%; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Saipan Tribune 11/19/08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="vertical-align: top; margin-top: 0px; padding-top: 0px; "&gt;Due to the continuing decrease in market costs, Shell Marianas Inc. has once again lowered its prices for regular unleaded, V Power and diesel fuel by 30 cents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shell's average market cost of regular unleaded, V Power and diesel fuel products continued to decline and Shell will pass these savings on to our customers,” company president Eloy Lizama said in a statement yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new prices will go into effect at midnight Tuesday. Shell last cut its prices Nov. 7, also by 30 cents.  There was no immediate word if Mobil Oil Marianas will also lower its prices but the two companies have traditionally mirrored each other’s price movements. Mobil does not usually issue media statements about price adjustments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light sweet crude oil was trading for $55.44 per barrel on the New York Mercantile Exchange yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHELL’S NEW PRICES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REGULAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-service $3.43&lt;br /&gt;Full service $3.56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V POWER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-service $3.60&lt;br /&gt;Full service $3.72&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diesel $4.20&lt;/p&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/1655581917699542856-7436431645436358123?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7436431645436358123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=7436431645436358123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/7436431645436358123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/7436431645436358123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/fuel-price-up-date-2.html' title='Fuel Price UP-date 2'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-2978015355973416128</id><published>2008-11-18T16:54:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:05:37.123+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuel again'/><title type='text'>Fuel Prices UP-date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SSJnrCg6UEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/0R47XJ9IYRw/s1600-h/images+Gas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SSJnrCg6UEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/0R47XJ9IYRw/s400/images+Gas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269888503083847746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In response to my recent comment on Lil' Hammerhead post on the slight decrease in fuel price here in the CNMI as compared to the rest of the world, I made the attempt to speak to Commerce Secretary Michael Ada.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Issues to be considerate of&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fact or Fiction&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Mobil and Shell no longer order fuel together, each company order their fuel on their own and is responsible for overall landed cost to the CNMI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Landed cost in the CNMI before fuel price decrease does not make any significant change due to shipment cost of fuel on old supply, therefore it is passed on to consumers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Adjustments are made at least a week after the price decreases to make up profit margin off the fuel arriving earlier than when it was decreased. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(my comment, not Mr. Ada) &lt;/span&gt;Is that so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, we are still at the mercy of tariff imposed on the fuel arriving Saipan, does this not constitute the government interjection?  Did we have to see Blockbuster, Carmen Safeway, Ming Palace Restaurant and who knows who else closes their doors on cost of utilities because of the high fuel prices, oops sorry, in better terms "surcharge"?  What is the rate pegged now at CUC and at our pumps? I don't recall and it is more sad when I feel it being a norm to me... Oh no!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Michael Ada shared his comments and I posted them as I heard, well paraphrased to be exact.  However, I do admire Mr. Ada as he is a person that is looking beyond his time. I know some would disagree, but I do see him differently, a local boy with an MBA striving to effect change that is needed for the whole CNMI business  and community alike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-2978015355973416128?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2978015355973416128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=2978015355973416128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/2978015355973416128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/2978015355973416128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/fuel-prices-up-date.html' title='Fuel Prices UP-date'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SSJnrCg6UEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/0R47XJ9IYRw/s72-c/images+Gas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-4319704000381827180</id><published>2008-11-18T08:45:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:36:21.273+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law abiding citizens'/><title type='text'>Illegal Gambling - Cockfighting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SSH0FAosRtI/AAAAAAAAAa0/zfGt6iZfUo0/s1600-h/issx9999ns85396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SSH0FAosRtI/AAAAAAAAAa0/zfGt6iZfUo0/s400/issx9999ns85396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269761405907388114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kudos to Maryann Calvo for standing up at this illegal gambling activity. It is sad to see an appointed member of the cockfight gaming board as well a former politician seen at this activity enjoying and spurring every moment of what he could possibly win, this is Mr. Pedro Castro.  I take it there is no trying to run again given the circumstances in today's paper....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Only in the Islands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Flashback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember the posted article in the papers a couple of years ago about a certain politician, elected leader, trusted community servant, lawmaker, who was off to the Northern Islands on his accord, only to return with illegal poaching of animal species &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(I cannot fully remember what species or who this person was, but nevertheless)&lt;/span&gt; ... Does our elected officials, politicians, trusted community servants, lawmakers, in their own respect and title, have the right to be above the law? Whereas, others who are caught would be punishable by law to it's extreme?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about this, a former congressman who was pulled over for speeding by an officer of the law a few years back &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(as it was published in the papers)&lt;/span&gt; , his comment was "I am late for house hearing and besides, I make the law, so you cannot give me a ticket!" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(Paraphrased to the best of my knowledge) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How does that make you feel? Is it fair to use such power and authority? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Leave your thoughts ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1655581917699542856-4319704000381827180?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4319704000381827180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=4319704000381827180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4319704000381827180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4319704000381827180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/illegal-gambling-cockfighting.html' title='Illegal Gambling - Cockfighting!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SSH0FAosRtI/AAAAAAAAAa0/zfGt6iZfUo0/s72-c/issx9999ns85396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-2898047405824359438</id><published>2008-11-14T14:35:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:51:46.640+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Wade is 4 today!</title><content type='html'>                             &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SR0BIqUSgoI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ksaHRBh8dXw/s400/Family+%288%29.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268368387403317890" border="0" /&gt;Now you see me and I'm 4 years old...My Wade is in this photo enjoying himself at Pizza hut.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Time does fly, birthdays, special events, holidays, a year of 365 days or 525,600 seems like such a large number but that is the breakdown of how many minutes in one year. Time is precious as it cannot ever stand still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SSCVF-0_QvI/AAAAAAAAAas/DtQh-ZO7KwU/s400/Wade+4+B-day.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269375494020612850" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He sings along on his birthday wishing himself a happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That afternoon, Boni and I purchased a cake at Herman's Bakery, the oreo cookie cake that is a favorite of the kids.  Of course this was all slated for the evening hours when we get home to be with everyone in celebration of Wade's birthday.  Following our closure of a hectic Friday workday, Boni proceeds to get some Dreyers ice cream and I got some cream soda for an ice cream float. I know, we know, too much sugar! Well, we had a nice celebration aside from Peyton, Sommer and Tony not around (it would have been nice to have everyone), we sang the borthday song and Wade sang along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to be parenting without the children's presence at all times.  I am truly adjusting to this new life I chose for myself, one person told me I have a replacement family, I despise that as I have a wonderful family that is larger than most these days.  I have no regrets and only look for more loving times with the children altogether. M wife to be, Boni, I am sure sees the differences in this life we live today.  Its challenging, but at the same time very rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you honey for making this simple birthday celebration something to remember.  However simple it is, I am forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-2898047405824359438?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2898047405824359438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=2898047405824359438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/2898047405824359438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/2898047405824359438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-boy-turns-4-today.html' title='Wade is 4 today!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SR0BIqUSgoI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ksaHRBh8dXw/s72-c/Family+%288%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-4777153502031160771</id><published>2008-11-13T13:55:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:29:40.611+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Saipanda - Stay or Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SRunOBRirzI/AAAAAAAAAaI/8nDYTUDqo2M/s1600-h/saipanda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SRunOBRirzI/AAAAAAAAAaI/8nDYTUDqo2M/s400/saipanda.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267988048441945906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lack of understanding could be very detrimental to such a wonderful campaign that continues to work for the CNMI.  I've heard many comments about the use of Saipanda from a variety of people and rightly so their own opinion in this matter.  I don't judge what people think about the icon used, but let me share with you my opinion to Saipanda.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As most of you would know, I served with MVA for many years and I continue today but in a different capacity.  Most of you know as well that Saipanda is just a play of words to target the Japanese travelers.  However, what you did not know was how this character was admired and enjoyed not only from the Japanese, but Koreans, Chinese, Russian and other guest who see this odd looking panda bear that is unique in its own respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, the logic behind Saipanda was to lure interest by developing an icon that does not necessarily state representation of the destination as most of you think, but to be used as a hook.  Once the bait and hook is thrown, while reeling it in, the character becomes smaller and placed in  a variety of advertisement images of the destination for recognition.  Saipanda served its purpose and continues to do just that. I've heard why not a coconut crab, or a deer, or a bird, or even a dolphin, an eagle ray.  All great ideas, but not catchy, not odd looking enough, weird, or simply outrageously funny looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, even myself as I was with the MVA did not understand the concept, but as I learned its uses and its positive functions to build recognition, today it has become the CNMI's most successful campaign stemming since 2000. Remember, this Saipanda was designed and created by one of Japan's largest and most successful advertising firms, how would you say their creativity does not fit the category we are pursuing-Tourism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I speak of my own voice in this and no one elses's.  You may disagree and that is perfecty fine as I do have my own say in this matter as well.  Saipanda has allowed us to generate sufficient global recognition, it has won awards on a global scale, our $60K marketing scheme beat that of major countries globally at the PATA Gold Awards who have invested hundreds of thousands if not millions in marketing schemes like Saipanda, but yet we won.  How can you say we need to change, or throw out the concept? I think we need to reinvent Saipanda to be  more out there, more presence, and visibility in tandem with destination images, because we are using what is already instilled in the minds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its easy to criticize as I do it at times, and when you do,  at least look at the facts.  This marketing scheme is well recognized in Japan and Korea and in some areas of China. Guam looked at our concept and tried their own weird character called barefoot, but failed.  These are marketing gimmicks that stick to one persons head, that means we have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUCCEEDED&lt;/span&gt;. Take your head out of thinking its for the islands, its not, its for capturing visibility and recognition on a global scale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-4777153502031160771?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4777153502031160771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=4777153502031160771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4777153502031160771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4777153502031160771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/saipanda-stay-or-go.html' title='Saipanda - Stay or Go?'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SRunOBRirzI/AAAAAAAAAaI/8nDYTUDqo2M/s72-c/saipanda.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-4393134044440898217</id><published>2008-11-12T18:11:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:32:03.260+10:00</updated><title type='text'>FRUSTRATED!</title><content type='html'>I have always been an optimist, I believe people can change no matter what they are today. I believe the CNMI can change for the betterment for everyone, but if there is one thing that needs change, that is the attitude of the government personnel who do not care much for the business community or for that matter new investors.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As most of you know, I came back into the private sector 10 month ago.  During this time, headaches and problematic issues that could have been avoided were not avoided due to indians in the government who do not care as much as leaving a roadkill to rot in its place of death for weeks.  Granted, I am still an optmist, I remain that way as I know there are so many talented people in the Commonwelath that want to effect change, but would rather sit on the sidelines and watch first being cautious.  That is admirable to prevent any confrontations, but at the same time it is a  slow death not for you, but for your offspring and others who are the so called heirs to the land our forefathers leave us to manage, occupy, and develop for prosperity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go back to the insolent indians in the government, I speak vaguely of this isue as in every office I visit to take care of matters pertaining to keeping a business alive, our prestigious government indians who are there to serve the community, seem to have or believe they are on top of the world and treat everyone else as secondary to them.  I think its is forgotten that the private pay for the salaries, the private suffer harsh conditions to stay in business, but at the same time provide the necessities to everyone else to live comfortably.  Where is the support?  I guess you can feel my frustration.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at Blockbuster, look at Carmen Safeway...Who's next?  I heard through the grapevine that KFC/Taco Bell may go under as well? look at La Fiesta, a run down dilapadated beautiful structure in ruins, our ghost town.  Look at Ming Palace restaurant, shoots, look at Esco's, all closed.  The real culprits behind all this closure is the power issues, labor requirements and wages, lack of tourist to support the economy, the loss of uncle sam's generous capital improvement funds, the fly-by night business who come for a quick money making non-taxable cash basis scheme, and the list can go on.  Frustrated, yes I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Attitude reflects leadership", if everyone in the public sector aside from educators go into a hospitality training, ethics training on how to deal with business, I can see a change.  a simple smile and follow up in the professional manner could result to improvements and security for businesses in the CNMI.  If our leaders who hold prestigipous titles in their respective departments can take that extra effort to show the indians how to work and lead by example, I can see a shift.  But hey, I am the 7:30-4:30 time card employee who basically puts in about 4 hours of work in the 8 hour day.  Frustrated, yes I am! Although, I remain an optimist...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-4393134044440898217?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4393134044440898217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=4393134044440898217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4393134044440898217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4393134044440898217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/frustrated.html' title='FRUSTRATED!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-6839506106838677867</id><published>2008-11-09T09:40:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:38:14.630+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being screwed'/><title type='text'>Audacious People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Audac-ity(ious) has both the good and demeanor meanings of decribing the person and their attitude, their persona.  I for one look at audacity always on the positive side, but with this post, I will state the demeaning aspects of audacious people and their behavior that surround me from time to time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has it ever occured to you that no matter how giving, how supportive, how much help you provide to people who need help seem to turn around at the end and screw you?  I was taken aback when a relative of mine, who I have helped considerably gave me a stink eye after I pulled away my support that was provided for over 2 months... I couldn't believe the selfishness she had and yet not even a thank you for helping, giving, and supporting when in need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, I have been screwed too many times in this life and maybe, just maybe, it's beacuse I cannot say no in most occassions. Is this a bad way to live a life? Is it an expectation for those who have received help and support over time expect to continue receiving without doing anything for themselves?  Almost sounds like the welfare issues on food stamp, liheap (subsidized utility cost), housing  assistance, and more.  These benefits, however great they are to help people get back on their feet have become erroneously abused for the simple fact of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;laziness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SRYn3fTToKI/AAAAAAAAAZA/b0Goc90GSGE/s400/FS1.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 115px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266440648505139362" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food stamps for example, they tell the applicant, "you must find a job, but for the meantime, you will receive these stipends to help you survive".  Many don't even bother to look for jobs, they become accustomed to the system and know all full well, they will receive their check each month.  Wow! Now I hear that Guam offers a much more greater benefit to those who qualify, I was told by some people that when living on Guam with all these benefits, you would &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not even have to lift a finger on finding a JOB.  It's all subsidized and you can live like a king or queen. Being spoiled this way will not help the community, we become increasingly dependant on a system, just like those people who take advantage of people like me who are always helping, giving and supporting.  It does not end...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-6839506106838677867?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6839506106838677867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=6839506106838677867' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/6839506106838677867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/6839506106838677867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/audacious-people.html' title='Audacious People'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SRYn3fTToKI/AAAAAAAAAZA/b0Goc90GSGE/s72-c/FS1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-5752311480927947319</id><published>2008-11-04T14:02:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:02:20.899+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-5b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2882303761533307995&amp;amp;site=widget-5b.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761533307995&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5b.slide.com/p1/2882303761533307995/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 92px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SQ6esY9zn6I/AAAAAAAAAW4/GW5w_AbecQQ/s400/stress+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264319499895807906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was not no ordinary day.  It was a day of much not needed stress.  Unfortuntately the brunt of the stress came from wide spectrum, I did not expect.  The road blocks ahead were or may not be as bad as some others would experience today, but it had me questioning is it worth it?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Road blocks sample;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. CUC, burdened with the Agrekko, now needs to collect, I just received a call that I was going to get disconnected even after I filed my complaint about ridiculous power rates and faulty meters or unread meters from the meter readers, may I add, this was back in May 2008.  Only last week, I had 9 meters changed and then they call me today to say that if I don't pay, they will disconnect.  The understanding was made earlier on that we will assess the new utility cost over time from that of previous billings I contested with the new meters.  One week is not enough time.  Oh, we did pay for average services each month, but I guess CUC had it and said "Your on the list of disconnection noctices.  Pay up or be cut out", was the comment from one executive at CUC.  I was pissed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Heavy workload in the office attributes to the neverending stress free environment we all wish to have.  Imagine a day of trying to get multiple things done, while your phone continues to ring, the fax goes off, your staff come in unannounced to settle issues and concerns, your disciplining someone for michief and poor conduct, your business partner is needing your immediate attention on grave issues, a government official wants to speak to you for projects being done on the premises and to top it off, you get subpeona from a lwyers office on something you have no recollection of. Whew.. That is exhausting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, the day usually works it way out perfectly despite the road blocks.  Do I dare say it was a terrible day?...No, I say it was a productive day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-1154993526697501153?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1154993526697501153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=1154993526697501153' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/1154993526697501153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/1154993526697501153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/road-blocks-ahead.html' title='Road Blocks Ahead'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SQ6esY9zn6I/AAAAAAAAAW4/GW5w_AbecQQ/s72-c/stress+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-4330440448218188251</id><published>2008-10-30T07:38:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:35:38.992+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel like you've been CHEATED?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SQjcFPr9hNI/AAAAAAAAAWg/3GLagS08m64/s1600-h/gas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 86px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SQjcFPr9hNI/AAAAAAAAAWg/3GLagS08m64/s400/gas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262698147250799826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the post Ed Propst recently made regarding CUC's tight-lip on the fuel surcharge.  Shell and Mobil took a week before we saw the drop in gas price at the pumps.  It's great to get these extra savings, but what about our infamous CUC, have they come full circle in the fuel pricing agenda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when CUC announced they will reduce the monthly fuel surcharge based on the changing rates of oil per barrel as indicated to be fair to the people. The "Consumer Rights Act"?  Hmmmm.  I am not sure to be exact, but I do believe that they should be pricing the fuel surcharge similar to how the pumps at the stations convert their pricing when necessary.  Although the pumps still move at a week behind, I still say it's better than CUC moving at a month or two behind, Don't you feel like you've been cheated?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, our recent house utility bill dropped significantly, from what it was two months back, but whoah...That was a significant drop that actually helped so much,  Should I thank CUC for this? Crazy to think that they have saved me for that time alone, who knows this next billing will not reflect the change in fuel pricing so they are getting the best of me, you, and the whole CNMI utility paying population.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-4330440448218188251?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4330440448218188251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=4330440448218188251' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4330440448218188251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4330440448218188251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/feel-like-youve-been-cheated.html' title='Feel like you&apos;ve been CHEATED?'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SQjcFPr9hNI/AAAAAAAAAWg/3GLagS08m64/s72-c/gas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-4894543544920770903</id><published>2008-10-28T10:03:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:35:48.973+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>8 Reasons to Smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SQZa2xIEXlI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ZjwfXRd8CoY/s1600-h/Honey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SQZa2xIEXlI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ZjwfXRd8CoY/s400/Honey.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261993111575617106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is hard not to think about why we wake each morning.  The drive and motivation to push yourself despite the fatigue and body pains experiencing from the day before.  Let us give our eight (8) reasons why we sacrifice everything that we are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SQZaJopE8oI/AAAAAAAAAVo/oZp-OJDRKjw/s400/Proposal+92308+(3).JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261992336204034690" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys, as cool as they are from left, Tony, Jay and Don...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SQZajUD6HzI/AAAAAAAAAVw/McqyurSofNs/s400/Proposal+092308.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261992777356025650" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful Hope as she poses for herself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SQZY5YiIdZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/eq4J02mkTt8/s1600-h/Proposal+92308+(4).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/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SQZY5YiIdZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/eq4J02mkTt8/s400/Proposal+92308+(4).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261990957490402706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smiles and funny faces from the little princesses, Peyton and Wayannie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SQZYCdr7UVI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Mk_O9IVCMBo/s1600-h/Proposal+92308+(18).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SQZYCdr7UVI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Mk_O9IVCMBo/s400/Proposal+92308+(18).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261990013980856658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little Sommer, should I be a drummer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SQZXR9RLWbI/AAAAAAAAAVA/zfagfNX6JGY/s1600-h/Family+(8).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/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SQZXR9RLWbI/AAAAAAAAAVA/zfagfNX6JGY/s400/Family+(8).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261989180645005746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tadah! the youngest of them all Wade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simply beautiful, our eight (8) reasons to keep on moving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1655581917699542856-4894543544920770903?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4894543544920770903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=4894543544920770903' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4894543544920770903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/4894543544920770903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/8-reasons-to-smile.html' title='8 Reasons to Smile!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SQZa2xIEXlI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ZjwfXRd8CoY/s72-c/Honey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-232763327547390693</id><published>2008-10-23T07:53:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:27:07.421+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Listening'/><title type='text'>Island Life Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SP-nUjRB_sI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xTINjuLBPGg/s1600-h/IMG0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SP-nUjRB_sI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xTINjuLBPGg/s400/IMG0031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260106861297925826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo by Masataka Ishii/Rota SongSong Village Lookout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would like to see what are the most inspiring island life quotes any blogger would come up with. On the Harry Blalock morning radio show today, I heard someone say "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening is Healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". How true is that? However, it did catch my attention.  It made me think of all the confrontations that have passed through me over the years and even to present day.  If this in fact is a virtue that stands true to its words, then I surely would try it more often to see if it will subside any confrontations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Akthough I mention about confrontations on how I see this virtue at work, it may be more significant than that.  It could be that of something spiritual, something solace and tranquil for oneself.  That I do see the virtue at its best.  Listening to yourself to heal the very worst of your feelings.  These are simply my opinions to the matter and others may have a different view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What are your inspiring island life quotes you live by?  Share them by placing them on this post.&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/1655581917699542856-232763327547390693?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/232763327547390693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=232763327547390693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/232763327547390693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/232763327547390693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/island-life-quotes.html' title='Island Life Quotes'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SP-nUjRB_sI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xTINjuLBPGg/s72-c/IMG0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-3076659094336496415</id><published>2008-10-19T09:54:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:33:08.075+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Interest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am fascinated by a variety of cultures. I enjoy history and the array of wildlife found on this earth. So in order to satisfy my interest, I read about history, whenever a chance abroad - I visit a museum, watch television shows that pertain to culture, historical beliefs and way of life as well the wonders of the wilderness, it's millions of species in the world. Somehow I cannot get enough of it. It is purely entertaining for me, possibly very boring for others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SP0wkNQNNoI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ivZp0etO_10/s400/images.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259413338429666946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos like this, intrigue me.  My one dream is to find myself immersed in the African wild, or visit the Amazon to see the Pythons...A dream that would fascinate me, but for now, the closest I'll ever get to that is the television... What is your interest and how would you describe it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-3076659094336496415?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3076659094336496415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=3076659094336496415' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/3076659094336496415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/3076659094336496415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-life-interest.html' title='My Life Interest!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SP0wkNQNNoI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ivZp0etO_10/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-1710862290252677213</id><published>2008-10-17T08:49:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:20:49.115+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Great Nation'/><title type='text'>A Great Nation</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This great nation was not built on the spending of its wealth....This great nation was built on the creating of it's wealth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" as I recall was stated by Republican Presidential hopeful Senator John McCain in a recent rally.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As far as I heard in this morning AP news radio broadcast on FM 103.9, I was caught by that statement.  caught in the reason that I find it to be very true.  Our nation created its strength from the economy of greatness.  The economy driven by innovation and creativity stemming from the brilliance of american men and women.  The statement is true everywhere and can be applied even here if we want to.  If we wish to effect change in the way we live, we must start to think innovatively and creatively. We must all look at what little we can do to effect that change we want.  Voice your concerns, get involved, play a role, etc.  We are a small community and it will not change by itself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Change is also inevitable.  We must allow for change, but in respect, most do not conform to the need of change because it seems disruptive in what we are all used to.  "It takes one grain of rice to tilt the scale", are you that grain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-1710862290252677213?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1710862290252677213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=1710862290252677213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/1710862290252677213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/1710862290252677213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/stronger-nation.html' title='A Great Nation'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-611826221345246913</id><published>2008-10-16T14:20:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:35:59.721+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Way to Invest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SPbCmFHw6GI/AAAAAAAAATE/sXrXCd2DwV8/s1600-h/beer+drinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SPbCmFHw6GI/AAAAAAAAATE/sXrXCd2DwV8/s400/beer+drinking.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257603574467192930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you had purchased $1,000 of shares in Delta Airlines one year ago,&lt;a href="mailto:kathydoty@ca.rr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kathydoty@ca.rr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you will have $49.00 today.&lt;a href="mailto:kathydoty@ca.rr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kathydoty@ca.rr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:kathydoty@ca.rr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kathydoty@ca.rr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you had purchased $1,000 of shares in AIG one year ago, you will have &lt;a href="mailto:kathydoty@ca.rr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kathydoty@ca.rr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;$33.00 today. &lt;a href="mailto:kathydoty@ca.rr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kathydoty@ca.rr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you had purchased $1,000 of shares in Lehman Brothers one year ago, &lt;a href="mailto:kathydoty@ca.rr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kathydoty@ca.rr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you will have $0.00 today. &lt;a href="mailto:kathydoty@ca.rr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kathydoty@ca.rr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kathydoty@ca.rr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kathydoty@ca.rr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, if you had purchased $1,000 worth of beer one year ago, drank all the beer, then turned in the aluminum cans for recycling refund, you &lt;a href="mailto:kathydoty@ca.rr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kathydoty@ca.rr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;will have received $214.00. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kathydoty@ca.rr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kathydoty@ca.rr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kathydoty@ca.rr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kathydoty@ca.rr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Based on the above, the best current investment plan is to drink heavily and recycle. &lt;a href="mailto:kathydoty@ca.rr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kathydoty@ca.rr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is called the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;401-Keg&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I received this from an email sent to me.  Worth sharing!&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/1655581917699542856-611826221345246913?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/611826221345246913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=611826221345246913' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/611826221345246913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/611826221345246913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-way-to-invest.html' title='A New Way to Invest!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SPbCmFHw6GI/AAAAAAAAATE/sXrXCd2DwV8/s72-c/beer+drinking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-1556127158233987755</id><published>2008-10-13T07:55:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:18:20.451+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road Blocks Ahead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear Vs Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving Forward'/><title type='text'>Fear and Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I heard a radio broadcast program from the Harry Blalock's morning radio show today.  His guest who I was not able to recognize nor get his name is from Jamaica.  They spoke about the diving industry and how the passion for diving is instilled in the minds of those enthiusiasts who have dove here in our Marianas waters.  I take it from the show that they love it... A plus for the Marianas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SPJ0g5u-tLI/AAAAAAAAASE/yD87Bdf188s/s320/IMG0023.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256391823697294514" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Dive Photo by Masataka Ishii&lt;/span&gt;&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;A&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;nyways, the thing that got me was the conversation on fear and love and how it is used to drive a persons will or passion for change.  As the program states "it is either of the two that can effect change in your life".  When you think of it, I'd have to agree with the comment.  It is for the sake of love that you work and diligent to provide for yourself and others you hold dear in your life, it is for the sake of fear that you hold back your passion to avoid hurting or in this case suffer the consequences of hardship.  As the program continues, it speaks of majority of the people wish not to move on their passion for the sole purpose of fear, but believe it is love to prevent the hardship. Which is it? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What motivates YOU - Fear or Love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I think to myself, yet another great topic to discuss and ponder on as you develop yourself with each passing day.  I have friends who have lost everything in their lives before they wake up and take all risk to effect change in themselves.  But what if you did not have to lose anything or everything, would you still decide to take that risk? Would you take your fears and move on the path towards your passion?  How far are you willing to go? Would you take your family, husband or wife on this struggle for change, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; is fear hindering your movement to pro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;gress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; How would you define your own fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SPJ5jdqbV5I/AAAAAAAAASU/tlLKM-nidJg/s320/FearFailure1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256397365259753362" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42);   font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1655581917699542856-1556127158233987755?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1556127158233987755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=1556127158233987755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/1556127158233987755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/1556127158233987755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/fear-and-love.html' title='Fear and Love'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SPJ0g5u-tLI/AAAAAAAAASE/yD87Bdf188s/s72-c/IMG0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-8601595926524363948</id><published>2008-10-10T14:52:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:17:50.031+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Road Blocks Please'/><title type='text'>Full of life!</title><content type='html'>In a blink of an eye, time has it's way of making change.  Here are six of  my eight children. They are growing so fast and before you know it. They will be living their own lives.  Wow!  How time does fly.&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SO7iEKFfxNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/kLEv37tvwJw/s200/Familia.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255386376242709714" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In their future, I know they will face many road-blocks in life, but as we continue to support and guide them, I am sure they will be alright.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-8601595926524363948?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8601595926524363948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=8601595926524363948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/8601595926524363948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/8601595926524363948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/full-of-life.html' title='Full of life!'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SO7iEKFfxNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/kLEv37tvwJw/s72-c/Familia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-7416282213601899208</id><published>2008-10-10T14:29:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:45:44.206+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stride for Success'/><title type='text'>All Work and No Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SO7dU-172KI/AAAAAAAAAR0/V8vrJiioERg/s1600-h/All+work+no+play.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SO7dU-172KI/AAAAAAAAAR0/V8vrJiioERg/s200/All+work+no+play.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255381167724288162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Future planning - I started brainstorming of what do I need to do to get totally back on track with life as I know it today.  I look at all my children, the life I wish to provide for them.  My future wife (Boni),  and how I want to ensure I create and fulfill a wife's desire for comfort living, contentment, and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I already provide myself completely and without doubt, I know she sees it.  I now look at finances.  Hmmm.  I beleive I need to make at least $_00K within the next 9 months to pay off all what I owe and start fresh financilally.  This would ultimately enhance my personal lifestyle with the ones I love and cherish most, my lovable eight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 months is the time frame I set for myself... Why 9 months.  I guess I am just setting a goal that I am hoping to reach with hard work, commitment, dedication and more.  Could this be possible. At this point I am looking at every business oppotunity available and will stop at nothing to try and meet my short term goal. Quite lofty if you think about it, but not impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any business ideas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-7416282213601899208?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7416282213601899208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=7416282213601899208' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/7416282213601899208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/7416282213601899208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/future-planning.html' title='All Work and No Play'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SO7dU-172KI/AAAAAAAAAR0/V8vrJiioERg/s72-c/All+work+no+play.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-2519173103365233974</id><published>2008-10-08T10:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:46:07.224+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bungee Jumping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yuldong Park'/><title type='text'>Life Experience - Bungee Jumping</title><content type='html'>Oh My...exhilirating, heart pounding, nervousness, sweat racing down my head.  What was I thinking! Standing 50 meters above ground all suspended by a single bungee cord.  I was atop the structure as shown in the picture below with the guide in my earlier post "still in Bundang".  He says "breathe, is this your first time?" Yes, I replied.  "Ok, take your time, see the coffee house" as he pointed..."When your ready, jump towards that"... I hesitated three times.  Then alas, I said "WTF...I am already here and strapped", I ran and jumped.  As I ran I knew there was no way to turn back, too much velocity to hold my 95K body mass.  What a rush!  leave your worries behind, all is lost but you in mid air for that split second and then whoosh, you feel the cord pull on you to ease your fall and up again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd do it again!  For those of who have experienced bungee jumping, share your experiences. I would like to hear what was going through your mind or what was said out loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-2519173103365233974?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2519173103365233974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=2519173103365233974' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/2519173103365233974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/2519173103365233974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-experience-bungee-jumping.html' title='Life Experience - Bungee Jumping'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-2052289760150796999</id><published>2008-10-06T02:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T02:50:00.381+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doomsday'/><title type='text'>Is this Real?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SOjv1JplURI/AAAAAAAAAPA/DHS5J5GfpH4/s1600-h/aztec1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SOjv1JplURI/AAAAAAAAAPA/DHS5J5GfpH4/s320/aztec1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253712661730119954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Ok Bloggers.  I continue to ponder on this.  The last few post on the "What If's".  I enjoyed Hee Jae Lee's matrix notion, but how about this for a what if... What if there really is a dooms day?  December 21, 2012 as the Mayans calendar states.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Leave your thoughts on this issue, I want to see your thoughts.&lt;/span&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/1655581917699542856-2052289760150796999?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2052289760150796999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=2052289760150796999' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/2052289760150796999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/2052289760150796999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-this-real.html' title='Is this Real?'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SOjv1JplURI/AAAAAAAAAPA/DHS5J5GfpH4/s72-c/aztec1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-7220508498947110059</id><published>2008-10-05T09:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T09:50:11.793+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yuldong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bundang'/><title type='text'>Still in Bundang, Korea</title><content type='html'>Boni placed a new post of her dinner with the kids at Wol Mi Jung.  Yup great food, great company and always a menu that provides a cure for anyones worst hangovers, thats the Korean culture. Well, I am still in Bundang and had more opportunities to see the growing city.  At almost every apartment compound that I have seen, there is a park that is suited for the neighborhood's dynamics.  Strolling along the sidewalks, you will see vendors making their daily sales with a variety of products being sold, a flea market, but neatly designed to not cause congestion and have people move freely to choose and purchase their likes of any kind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SOf9iH9KeLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/_5FI3c03GRo/s320/Yuldong+Park.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253446253043939506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was taken to see one of the most popular parks in this area. It is called Yuldong Park. A 4.5 kilometer pathway situated around a lake.  rest stops and restaurants includng a bungee jump facility is in this park.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, I was amazed with its beauty.  Polly, here is a photo I was able to acquire via google, sad but true still no camera with me, but I assure you it looks like this. Wouldn't it be nice to see our Susupe lake transformed into something like this? I know there are plans for its development, but not sure exactly where it stands at this point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1655581917699542856-7220508498947110059?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7220508498947110059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=7220508498947110059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/7220508498947110059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/7220508498947110059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-in-bundang-korea.html' title='Still in Bundang, Korea'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/SOf9iH9KeLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/_5FI3c03GRo/s72-c/Yuldong+Park.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-5564525888703349005</id><published>2008-10-03T00:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:34:00.479+10:00</updated><title type='text'>In Bundang, Korea</title><content type='html'>I am in Korea for the next 6 days.  The hospitality I am receiving from my partners parents is overwhelming. This is my first night as I write this post indicating my surprise of such wonderful people.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This place, an apartment complex, which I may add is one of the best looking apartments I have ever seen.  A 7-bedroom unit, over 3,000 square foot of space, an immaculate home built for a small family of 4... Wow... so much space, and beautifully designed architecturally.  Now I wished I had my camera. As I arrived at Incheon Airport, it took about 2.5 hours to get to this place called Bundang.  This place is so developed and its size alone is bigger than Saipan.  Over 1 million people reside in this area. Beautifully designed parks, streams running underneath highways, shopping malls conveniently located.. It is said in Korea "Bundang is closest to heaven" for its charm and beauty.  I have to admit, it is a beautiful place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-5564525888703349005?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5564525888703349005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=5564525888703349005' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/5564525888703349005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/5564525888703349005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-bundang-korea.html' title='In Bundang, Korea'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-3740876546930578462</id><published>2008-10-02T14:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:26:57.567+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Update - Most Interesting What If...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What if&lt;/span&gt; you were really dreaming about this whole world and you were really in the matrix. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What if&lt;/span&gt; the economic crisis and the wars are just a glitch in the matrix? These are the thoughts that gets you picked up by a white van and then to the looney bin. Be careful of what you write. Don't you know that we're being watched right now as we blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 14px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 14px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sent in by Hee-Jae Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 14px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have to admit, she got me thinking about that....  Take a look at the other comments from last post.  You be the judge and tell me your favorites.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1655581917699542856-3740876546930578462?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3740876546930578462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=3740876546930578462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/3740876546930578462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/3740876546930578462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/update-what-ifs-winner.html' title='Update - Most Interesting What If...'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655581917699542856.post-6716601576396741220</id><published>2008-10-01T13:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:53:52.552+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What If's....</title><content type='html'>I'm curios on who could come up with the best and most debateable "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" question... I was driving around today and looked around and saw a variety of signs along the road, advertisements trying to lure consumer purchases.  Then passing by Shell fuel station looking at their billboard and then Mobil and I asked myself,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What if these service stations decided to lower gas price to the $1.50 range  as it was about 20 years ago?"  I thought to myself, wow what a significance that would be for the island.  Jet planes will land more frequently, tourist fuel surcharge on their tickets will not be as high or may not even exist, more cars and other vehicles on the road, more gas powered equipment to be seen all over the island, CUC power bills will be so so affordable.. can you imagine?  I am sure I leave out a lot of other reasons, but I just thought to myslef how nice it would be and then reality struck!  Wishful thinking...arghhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655581917699542856-6716601576396741220?l=road-blocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6716601576396741220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655581917699542856&amp;postID=6716601576396741220' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/6716601576396741220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655581917699542856/posts/default/6716601576396741220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://road-blocks.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-ifs.html' title='What If&apos;s....'/><author><name>Fatherly Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10676805398842507130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Av0Ra84QgU/TA9LZsA5VfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/umw45QXYoys/S220/WVP123208.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
