<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-4461175464357447408</id><updated>2024-12-18T19:27:13.234-08:00</updated><category term="Relationship"/><category term="Food"/><category term="Friendship"/><category term="Porterhouse Steak"/><category term="Restaurant"/><category term="buffalo wings"/><category term="camera"/><category term="life"/><category term="vacation"/><title type='text'>Way back into ART</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461175464357447408/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LiUniZe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873353253536366604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9zxfN_ZZY-ig1ablzWUkb_iPE4eYaO3WxAcRy9Bv7wNwOmVoacF7djcShW-hBvjqif_i6HWoQ5DfWBk5dW_3-VcYSx_4Ys-CqzwFMEKAvx7JcxVeYgu5H-5Cw6sNxdA/s220/Picture+039.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461175464357447408.post-3820538106404110693</id><published>2010-09-20T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T00:02:30.867-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><title type='text'>Nothing much...life&#39;s like that!</title><content type='html'>Oh, had it been ages since the last time I posted something here? What happened to me? Where was I during those times? Busy, maybe? Or simply, not too inspired to write something or anything that amuses me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there&#39;ll always be times or at some point in your life where you just want to sit still,  wait for the rain to drop, the sun to shine, or just go on with your life, thinking about nothing, just getting along with what&#39;s happening around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when nothing special happens, you&#39;d suddenly ask yourself, why did I waste my time? Shouldn&#39;t I be doing the things I love? Shouldn&#39;t I be spending more time with the people who care a lot about me than to those I care about, but doesn&#39;t care as much? Shouldn&#39;t I stop whining about the clogged sink? Shouldn&#39;t I wait for that notice to come? Shouldn&#39;t I wait for someone still to wake me up in my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so much in my mind, an endless what abouts, what ifs, and whys and sometimes, when I could no longer contain them, I just keep silent, shut myself from the world, switch off my phone and laptop, switch off the light in my room and lock the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I find comfort. I pray. I just lie on my bed and pray. I pray that when I get up and go out of my room, my mind is clear to what I&#39;m going to do next  then, i fall asleep and dream...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/feeds/3820538106404110693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/2010/09/nothing-muchlifes-like-that.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461175464357447408/posts/default/3820538106404110693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461175464357447408/posts/default/3820538106404110693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/2010/09/nothing-muchlifes-like-that.html' title='Nothing much...life&#39;s like that!'/><author><name>LiUniZe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873353253536366604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9zxfN_ZZY-ig1ablzWUkb_iPE4eYaO3WxAcRy9Bv7wNwOmVoacF7djcShW-hBvjqif_i6HWoQ5DfWBk5dW_3-VcYSx_4Ys-CqzwFMEKAvx7JcxVeYgu5H-5Cw6sNxdA/s220/Picture+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461175464357447408.post-9037494942852875792</id><published>2010-08-13T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T05:18:36.900-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Porterhouse Steak"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Restaurant"/><title type='text'>Porterhouse Steak - Well done! at Rap&#39;s Steak Haus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMtJDeVDCg__tq_lBuCvt21PoujXrT3FTyTy6g_pHOS1kfb8qF1sGkBy5XOv_5WpTrumwAZDY8c4Dufc8A5Nik0Er-qgKXMcD7JTwfzHj8MBLHqTEaF4cNvlmMhetL_SyDlvY1upaQrwSR/s1600/steak.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMtJDeVDCg__tq_lBuCvt21PoujXrT3FTyTy6g_pHOS1kfb8qF1sGkBy5XOv_5WpTrumwAZDY8c4Dufc8A5Nik0Er-qgKXMcD7JTwfzHj8MBLHqTEaF4cNvlmMhetL_SyDlvY1upaQrwSR/s320/steak.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531585769132200018&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last July 26, Monday, a day after my birthday, I received an email from Tody. He said &quot;Steak tayo&quot;. I didn&#39;t think twice, I said, &quot;Yes, why not&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met in LRT, Taft. I was an hour late due to my work sked which I didn&#39;t tell Tody in advance that I am to leave the office a little late than usual. We are supposed to met there at 6:30pm but I arrived at 7:30pm. Of course, I need to go back to my apartment to change my outfit. I always wanted to wear something special when I&#39;m with him whatever the occasion especially it&#39;s my post birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes spent in the train, we arrived in Vito Cruz. A little crowded with a few students from La Salle, we found our way to Rap&#39;s Steak house. The resto&#39;s ambience is simple, the tables and chairs seemed old already and kinda overused. Most of the customers were students or office employees around the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our seat, I preferred to be seated near an aircon or a fan. I just don&#39;t want to get sweaty while eating. Just want to be comfortable so I would enjoy my meal. The waiter came over our table and asked for our order. I let Tody order for us, he knows which steak is better. So, he ordered Porterhouse Steak, Well done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost 15 minutes, finally our orders were served! I was surprised. I thought the steak&#39;s size would only be a little slice like Salisbury steak in Red Ribbon. This was my first time to eat at a steak house that serves really good steak that will satisfy your palate at a very affordable price!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/feeds/9037494942852875792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/2010/08/porterhouse-steak-well-done-at-raps.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461175464357447408/posts/default/9037494942852875792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461175464357447408/posts/default/9037494942852875792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/2010/08/porterhouse-steak-well-done-at-raps.html' title='Porterhouse Steak - Well done! at Rap&#39;s Steak Haus'/><author><name>LiUniZe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873353253536366604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9zxfN_ZZY-ig1ablzWUkb_iPE4eYaO3WxAcRy9Bv7wNwOmVoacF7djcShW-hBvjqif_i6HWoQ5DfWBk5dW_3-VcYSx_4Ys-CqzwFMEKAvx7JcxVeYgu5H-5Cw6sNxdA/s220/Picture+039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMtJDeVDCg__tq_lBuCvt21PoujXrT3FTyTy6g_pHOS1kfb8qF1sGkBy5XOv_5WpTrumwAZDY8c4Dufc8A5Nik0Er-qgKXMcD7JTwfzHj8MBLHqTEaF4cNvlmMhetL_SyDlvY1upaQrwSR/s72-c/steak.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461175464357447408.post-7628320417803394350</id><published>2010-08-12T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T00:44:15.449-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="buffalo wings"/><title type='text'>Recipe: buffalo wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRNtOKQ418ThRdmTJG3quAM8Wjk5iTAK_EqLBU41wqmYtdFy4SPjdVvuyvH1n8l5gcVIubynJydpqELWPpiDZJY5ZEgMFawvkp96JdJN3qJ7DPK5GZre4a2qSNR96xgJbzrALLgjaEX4Tw/s1600/buffalo+wings.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRNtOKQ418ThRdmTJG3quAM8Wjk5iTAK_EqLBU41wqmYtdFy4SPjdVvuyvH1n8l5gcVIubynJydpqELWPpiDZJY5ZEgMFawvkp96JdJN3qJ7DPK5GZre4a2qSNR96xgJbzrALLgjaEX4Tw/s320/buffalo+wings.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504797069852638066&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I tasted the buffalo wings of Shakeys, I just can&#39;t help but try to cook the same at home. Tody and I bought 4pcs of chicken wings from Monterey near his apartment. I told him, I&#39;m going to cook it like the one we ate in Shakey&#39;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I began preparing the ingredients, salt, pepper, flour, hot sauce. Then, after almost an hour, we ate my own version of buffalo wings. The first things was, it didn&#39;t tastes like Shakey&#39;s! Ha!ha! It&#39;s bland! Not as tasty as I want it to be. It lacks salt and chili powder...I&#39;m kinda disappointed with my first time to cook this recipe. We still ate the 4 pieces of buffalo wings though and told myself I&#39;ll do better next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week, I cooked buffalo wings again and this time I could say it&#39;s perfect, although not exactly like Shakey&#39;s version, still it tastes great, not too little or too much salt. I added cayenne powder in my ingredients and changed the Jufran hot sauce to Mama Sita&#39;s and Tody said, it tastes good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I&#39;ve learned, I shall not give up especially in cooking tasty food and I shall not be contented eating bland recipes.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/feeds/7628320417803394350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/2010/08/recipe-buffalo-wings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461175464357447408/posts/default/7628320417803394350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461175464357447408/posts/default/7628320417803394350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/2010/08/recipe-buffalo-wings.html' title='Recipe: buffalo wings'/><author><name>LiUniZe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873353253536366604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9zxfN_ZZY-ig1ablzWUkb_iPE4eYaO3WxAcRy9Bv7wNwOmVoacF7djcShW-hBvjqif_i6HWoQ5DfWBk5dW_3-VcYSx_4Ys-CqzwFMEKAvx7JcxVeYgu5H-5Cw6sNxdA/s220/Picture+039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRNtOKQ418ThRdmTJG3quAM8Wjk5iTAK_EqLBU41wqmYtdFy4SPjdVvuyvH1n8l5gcVIubynJydpqELWPpiDZJY5ZEgMFawvkp96JdJN3qJ7DPK5GZre4a2qSNR96xgJbzrALLgjaEX4Tw/s72-c/buffalo+wings.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461175464357447408.post-4641364871012947478</id><published>2010-07-27T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:29:53.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;Hate&quot; the way you lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEUEmsQYhwDXj7tpye_RormsZJiQHPGGR5XagiQXUITNvWvTfOC9FMmJWOJJWDSvTQqR31kCDhu5mtliXYHtVzoObhbx6eoVr8bSAjwISGCOM8wZWHyRm56j1_j27etdKoMKRoaESiE1SB/s1600/lie.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 292px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEUEmsQYhwDXj7tpye_RormsZJiQHPGGR5XagiQXUITNvWvTfOC9FMmJWOJJWDSvTQqR31kCDhu5mtliXYHtVzoObhbx6eoVr8bSAjwISGCOM8wZWHyRm56j1_j27etdKoMKRoaESiE1SB/s320/lie.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498855935851948946&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Top 1 billboard song today is &quot;Love the way you lie&quot; by Eminem and Rihanna. My first reaction was &quot;what the hell?&quot;. Why would you love someone by the way they lie? I guess those who are so martyr in love would love the song! So, I downloaded the song and listened to it before I&#39;ll begin to speculate and get irate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is quite good enough to listen to, the beat, the lyrics and their voices are good. After listening to it over and over again, I&#39;m now beginning to love the song, maybe that I&#39;m one of those martyrs in love too! Ha!ha!ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really felt bad when the one you love lies to you. What else can you do when you really love him/her? Just watch him and let him lie to you over and over again would you? No way! You can let him/her lie once but not twice. Just wake up! Pack your things and leave! It will hurt as hell but you will save yourself from hurting more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that&#39;s just the best thing to do right? Of course, a lot would agree but still some would not. We all lie anyway, but whatever the reason why we lie, still it&#39;s best to tell the truth. You&#39;ll free yourself from guilt. But then, there are lies that we have to keep to ourselves so not to hurt the ones we love, just those white lies of course, what are you guys thinking? I still believe in this saying &quot;Walang lihim na hindi nabubunyag!&quot;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/feeds/4641364871012947478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/2010/07/hate-way-you-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461175464357447408/posts/default/4641364871012947478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461175464357447408/posts/default/4641364871012947478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/2010/07/hate-way-you-lie.html' title='&quot;Hate&quot; the way you lie'/><author><name>LiUniZe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873353253536366604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9zxfN_ZZY-ig1ablzWUkb_iPE4eYaO3WxAcRy9Bv7wNwOmVoacF7djcShW-hBvjqif_i6HWoQ5DfWBk5dW_3-VcYSx_4Ys-CqzwFMEKAvx7JcxVeYgu5H-5Cw6sNxdA/s220/Picture+039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEUEmsQYhwDXj7tpye_RormsZJiQHPGGR5XagiQXUITNvWvTfOC9FMmJWOJJWDSvTQqR31kCDhu5mtliXYHtVzoObhbx6eoVr8bSAjwISGCOM8wZWHyRm56j1_j27etdKoMKRoaESiE1SB/s72-c/lie.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461175464357447408.post-1074483729172408482</id><published>2010-07-02T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T00:23:07.740-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vacation"/><title type='text'>I wanna go out of town!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1AxGn4rwmg6VPfpZcdg4Mvjg1hjb94taNucsgs2e0ts7wfNO7L6USVmhu9NUBIgia__jri6xhIs9bv38wYhKFKj6nk4Q9Z51fzU-ptIQh1ojxVVxok6ApTJ3CzRRAG9TRDtbPKmQyHCQs/s1600/batanes.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1AxGn4rwmg6VPfpZcdg4Mvjg1hjb94taNucsgs2e0ts7wfNO7L6USVmhu9NUBIgia__jri6xhIs9bv38wYhKFKj6nk4Q9Z51fzU-ptIQh1ojxVVxok6ApTJ3CzRRAG9TRDtbPKmQyHCQs/s320/batanes.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489202980417724306&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our recent trip in Boracay and Bohol, I feel like going out of town again! This time, i wanna go to a place where I can enjoy nature, smell fresh air, bathe in waterfalls, where I could shout out loud and no one would even ever care. A picturesque landscape! A place where I can wear a scarf around my neck, a boots, a brown boots to be specific, the one I&#39;ve worn way back in college, wear a dress down to my ankle, no not a tube dress! maybe an off-shoulder dress so I could show off my not so broad shoulder matched with a white brim hat! Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking, whom should i go out of town with? With my one and only son? my best bud? my beau? my mom? my dad? with a stranger? Absolutely not! I haven&#39;t had that figured out yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once I get the chance to go out of town again, I would definitely spend it with someone who shares the same passion and adventure!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/feeds/1074483729172408482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wanna-go-out-of-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461175464357447408/posts/default/1074483729172408482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461175464357447408/posts/default/1074483729172408482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wanna-go-out-of-town.html' title='I wanna go out of town!'/><author><name>LiUniZe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873353253536366604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9zxfN_ZZY-ig1ablzWUkb_iPE4eYaO3WxAcRy9Bv7wNwOmVoacF7djcShW-hBvjqif_i6HWoQ5DfWBk5dW_3-VcYSx_4Ys-CqzwFMEKAvx7JcxVeYgu5H-5Cw6sNxdA/s220/Picture+039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1AxGn4rwmg6VPfpZcdg4Mvjg1hjb94taNucsgs2e0ts7wfNO7L6USVmhu9NUBIgia__jri6xhIs9bv38wYhKFKj6nk4Q9Z51fzU-ptIQh1ojxVVxok6ApTJ3CzRRAG9TRDtbPKmQyHCQs/s72-c/batanes.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461175464357447408.post-6569842946578572686</id><published>2010-03-05T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T19:15:18.957-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship"/><title type='text'>On giving a chance (Part II) - Falling in Love...</title><content type='html'>Last January 3, we met finally. I was so excited to see him again after almost a month of just texting and calling. It was mixed emotions actually, i was nervous, walking back and forth in our living room and then suddenly, someone knocked on the door, opened it and there he is, standing in front of me! The guy I met almost a year ago, the guy who won my heart inspite of all the facts i presented him. That was the start of my new found love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   They say, true love comes not just once in a lifetime. But what I believe in is that, love comes in, when you welcome it in your life. They say, you can&#39;t give love, if you don&#39;t have love in you. That&#39;s true. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Right now, i&#39;m happy being with him. He makes me smile, let me be myself when i&#39;m with him, he understands me, and he&#39;s a sweet person. How can I not fall in love with him? How can I not be sure he&#39;s the one i&#39;m looking for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We all know, once you get ouf of your room, you&#39;ll see someone else, someone who is better, someone who is more handsome/beautiful, someone who is more understanding, someone who is more sweeter, etc., etc., etc. Would you always welcome in your life that someone better than who you are already with? I&#39;ve heard this question once in a late night radio program and was moved by it. He&#39;s right, if we won&#39;t be contented with the one we choose to be with, we can never be happy, if we keep on looking on that someone, we might be loosing the one whom we truly love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Being in a relationship is a great experience, we learn a lot from the other person at the same time we learn to know more about ourselves. And right now, i&#39;m happy to know that this person i&#39;m with knows how to bring out the best in me and in return he has my love, faithfulness and full support in all his endeavors in life...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/feeds/6569842946578572686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-giving-chance-part-ii-falling-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461175464357447408/posts/default/6569842946578572686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461175464357447408/posts/default/6569842946578572686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-giving-chance-part-ii-falling-in.html' title='On giving a chance (Part II) - Falling in Love...'/><author><name>LiUniZe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873353253536366604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9zxfN_ZZY-ig1ablzWUkb_iPE4eYaO3WxAcRy9Bv7wNwOmVoacF7djcShW-hBvjqif_i6HWoQ5DfWBk5dW_3-VcYSx_4Ys-CqzwFMEKAvx7JcxVeYgu5H-5Cw6sNxdA/s220/Picture+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461175464357447408.post-6220766618852880397</id><published>2010-03-02T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:20:42.862-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship"/><title type='text'>Good Friendship Turned Sour...</title><content type='html'>&quot;Who finds a faithful friend, finds a treasure&quot;  &lt;br /&gt; --Jewish Saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Don&#39;t walk in front of me, I may not follow.&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t walk behind me, I may not lead.&lt;br /&gt;Just walk beside me and be my friend.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Albert Camus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship quotes... Much have been heard and said about friendship. But what is the real essence of being a friend? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What usually comes to my mind when asked to define this word is that, a friend is someone you can easily talk to about anything, unbiased, a friend stays thru thick and thin, someone I trust and who trusts me in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happens when it turns sour? To the point where you just don&#39;t want to be friends anymore? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes little misunderstandings not solved immediately usually lead to bigger problems. And when pride sets in, parties involved would rather wait who would approach who first, even if both knows who have erred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes dishonesty plays a part, or the people involved discover that they don&#39;t have the same interests or goals, or whatever they thought brought them together in the first place. It isn&#39;t always a case of betrayal or cheating or loss, although those things are sometimes the reason. It can be simply a lack of common ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all experience this once or many times in our lives. One good thing about this not so good experience is that, it makes us more stronger and wiser in choosing the next person to be our friend and treasuring those who have been good and faithful to us.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/feeds/6220766618852880397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-friendship-turned-sour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461175464357447408/posts/default/6220766618852880397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461175464357447408/posts/default/6220766618852880397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-friendship-turned-sour.html' title='Good Friendship Turned Sour...'/><author><name>LiUniZe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873353253536366604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9zxfN_ZZY-ig1ablzWUkb_iPE4eYaO3WxAcRy9Bv7wNwOmVoacF7djcShW-hBvjqif_i6HWoQ5DfWBk5dW_3-VcYSx_4Ys-CqzwFMEKAvx7JcxVeYgu5H-5Cw6sNxdA/s220/Picture+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461175464357447408.post-8964522080307072574</id><published>2009-12-29T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T19:24:38.869-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship"/><title type='text'>On giving a chance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;How funny sometimes, we ended up with the person we hate or I should say we like the least, but eventually learn to love them because of their personalities that were unknown to us unless, we give them the chance to prove us otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve given the chance to someone whom I&#39;ve met at the office almost a year ago. It wasn&#39;t a chance meeting. We just met due to unavoidable circumstances -:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;Then we began sharing thoughts, ideas and experiences. He maybe younger than me, but I find him mature enough to handle relationship (or maybe because of his past experiences? hmm...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;What really caught my attention about this person was his way of replying to my inquiries (or maybe because of his past experiences, again? and maybe too, it&#39;s my lack of experience with matters like these. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;hmm...). He intrigues me. Or I&#39;m just being too transparent and he was able to read it? But I&#39;m just being myself. Just the simple me, no pretentions whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;We are just starting out. Just enjoyin&#39; the moment whatever there is to enjoy and we&#39;ll just see where this would lead us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;To be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/feeds/8964522080307072574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-giving-chance.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461175464357447408/posts/default/8964522080307072574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461175464357447408/posts/default/8964522080307072574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-giving-chance.html' title='On giving a chance...'/><author><name>LiUniZe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873353253536366604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9zxfN_ZZY-ig1ablzWUkb_iPE4eYaO3WxAcRy9Bv7wNwOmVoacF7djcShW-hBvjqif_i6HWoQ5DfWBk5dW_3-VcYSx_4Ys-CqzwFMEKAvx7JcxVeYgu5H-5Cw6sNxdA/s220/Picture+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461175464357447408.post-637224304054017624</id><published>2009-12-22T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T04:59:00.091-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="camera"/><title type='text'>My first Entry Level DSLR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF-PsAUoCb8sfm5zzAFF1Ipaofsj_G8shHK2VBcYIWK7eHB4Uo9XD6Ng6943yAv8xxxTfLlaj9YBNxeKKNQDkikQd8fAQpVK_26vZnJuJP79e1JQi8Q7rY-qfKrG4OeXGJawV1_wqkOBEF/s1600-h/0512_canon-eos-450d.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418020486095083554&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF-PsAUoCb8sfm5zzAFF1Ipaofsj_G8shHK2VBcYIWK7eHB4Uo9XD6Ng6943yAv8xxxTfLlaj9YBNxeKKNQDkikQd8fAQpVK_26vZnJuJP79e1JQi8Q7rY-qfKrG4OeXGJawV1_wqkOBEF/s200/0512_canon-eos-450d.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;After months and months of searching the net for the best entry level DSLR, i finally decided to buy my very first DSLR...CANON EOS 450D (US version). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;Ever since i was a kid, i always dreamed of becoming an artist. First, I wanted to become a pianist, i tried learning the piano at home (well, it was my sister who was actually being trained), i&#39;m on the other hand was just a &quot;saling-pusa&quot;. Well, at least i have advanced to Grade 1 in my piano lesson, self-study actually (uhuh! thanks to my sis who willingly shared what was taught to her). Then, i gave up, i was really having a hard time reading the notes and tempos. The only piece, a very simple piece that i was able to play was &quot;Let me Call you Sweetheart&quot;. hahaha. So i decided to do some sketch work. Very first sketch work? a portrait of my long time high school crush. Yes! I was able to sketch him without his picture at hand. (so inspired?) I told my self, maybe I should enroll in a charcoal painting class, but I was at that time still in college, so i was kinda &quot;nahihiya&quot; to my parents to ask them for an additional budget for my &quot;extra curricular activities&quot;. So, i tried to forget all about it and eventually, i graduated from college and got myself a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;But my thirst, did not end up there. I continued to search on what i really wanted to do aside from my current job (Persistent huh!). When my son was born, i just can&#39;t keep my eyes off him and wanted to record every detail of him, every moves, every smiles, every cries, every moment of his life. I was so thankful i have a camera phone. I was able to capture all those moments...(but not quite satisifed with the result, i need a good quality photos!!!). That was the beginning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s like everything has fallen into the right places... A friend of mine gave a contact where i can buy the cheapest deals on DSLRS...and voila, I got the camera i was dreaming of...and the art suited for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/feeds/637224304054017624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-entry-level-dslr.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461175464357447408/posts/default/637224304054017624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461175464357447408/posts/default/637224304054017624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waybackintoart.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-entry-level-dslr.html' title='My first Entry Level DSLR'/><author><name>LiUniZe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10873353253536366604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9zxfN_ZZY-ig1ablzWUkb_iPE4eYaO3WxAcRy9Bv7wNwOmVoacF7djcShW-hBvjqif_i6HWoQ5DfWBk5dW_3-VcYSx_4Ys-CqzwFMEKAvx7JcxVeYgu5H-5Cw6sNxdA/s220/Picture+039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF-PsAUoCb8sfm5zzAFF1Ipaofsj_G8shHK2VBcYIWK7eHB4Uo9XD6Ng6943yAv8xxxTfLlaj9YBNxeKKNQDkikQd8fAQpVK_26vZnJuJP79e1JQi8Q7rY-qfKrG4OeXGJawV1_wqkOBEF/s72-c/0512_canon-eos-450d.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>