<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552</id><updated>2009-09-24T04:04:44.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy and Daughter Times</title><subtitle type='html'>A Journey into the life of a Father and Daughter...Expect it to be an interesting one!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-5791003635244231478</id><published>2007-03-23T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T09:25:16.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deception'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swindle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conditional love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='con artists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='betrayal'/><title type='text'>You Just Can’t an Old Dog New Tricks</title><summary type='text'>This is an old familiar phrase that goes out to most of the elderly people today that are just hardheaded and refuse to change their ways for the belief that they know that something good will come out of it all. Unfortunately, I am one of these stubborn people. Maybe I just won’t learn to stop giving in to intuition and continue to become a fool.It has been my character to trust easily, relying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/5791003635244231478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=5791003635244231478' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/5791003635244231478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/5791003635244231478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-just-cant-old-dog-new-tricks.html' title='You Just Can’t an Old Dog New Tricks'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516630018972698991'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-8146500083052257622</id><published>2007-01-29T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T12:21:28.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Bird’s Fly to the Morning Sun</title><summary type='text'>Keeping an eye on the little things of life can always become amazing at times. Most people dream of being among the clouds and looking down on people after their time has come. However, the thing is, some people just don’t know how to look back at all the good things that people have to offer, only caring about themselves rather than lending or repaying all the efforts and hardships that these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/8146500083052257622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=8146500083052257622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/8146500083052257622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/8146500083052257622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-birds-fly-to-morning-sun.html' title='When Bird’s Fly to the Morning Sun'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516630018972698991'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-116983797811856593</id><published>2007-01-26T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T10:59:38.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shining at the Right Moment</title><summary type='text'>Sit back for a minute and reflect. What if fate was altered and you would find yourself thinking back to your childhood? Would you say that life has dramatically changed and what you have now would be something that you really didn’t bargain for?Surely, there are a lot of people who have given this some thought. Our lives will always encounter changes in their proper course and this is a reality </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/116983797811856593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=116983797811856593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116983797811856593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116983797811856593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2007/01/shining-at-right-moment.html' title='Shining at the Right Moment'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516630018972698991'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-116844835080385615</id><published>2007-01-10T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T08:59:10.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 Review and 2007 Forecasts!</title><summary type='text'>Each year, anyone would ask, what would be your New Year’s Resolution? Usually, I would not answer and if ever I did have one, I would keep it to myself. I believe in making resolution by putting action on to them and seeing fate have its way. It is better than allowing our mouths getting the best of us.The Year in ReviewOkay so by this time, 2006 will be closing and looking back, the year was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/116844835080385615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=116844835080385615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116844835080385615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116844835080385615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2007/01/2006-review-and-2007-forecasts.html' title='2006 Review and 2007 Forecasts!'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516630018972698991'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-116504728758699173</id><published>2006-12-02T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T00:14:47.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blog Adviser Goes Online NOW!</title><summary type='text'>Blogs are alternative methods of writing wherein most people can compose anything they want and in the manner they would want the mood to be set. A combination of a website with rich content in the manner and design that any person would want to be known, blogs have become a good source of therapy and income for the chosen. The latter of which may draw conflicting inputs since focusing on income </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/116504728758699173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=116504728758699173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116504728758699173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116504728758699173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-adviser-goes-online-now.html' title='The Blog Adviser Goes Online NOW!'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516630018972698991'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-116499842852640100</id><published>2006-12-01T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T10:40:28.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Angels Fly Away</title><summary type='text'>All of us believe in guardian angels who always watch our back. They are sometimes considered figments of our imagination but unknown to us; they are actually the people who care for us so much that we tend to disregard their presence and importance. Angels come in the form of many thanks, and most people would overlook the fact that these are actually in the form of people that we are important </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/116499842852640100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=116499842852640100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116499842852640100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116499842852640100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/12/even-angels-fly-away.html' title='Even Angels Fly Away'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516630018972698991'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-116400289167627513</id><published>2006-11-19T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:08:11.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Farwell through a Christmas Lantern</title><summary type='text'>From the start, it was something uncertain, unclear and a risk I had taken. There is no doubt that I already knew what would happen and knowing the risks, it was bound to near the end of something which only I wanted to work. The ordeal is not something that carried promises. There was no clear path as to where it would go as she is committed to someone else, and I having a complicated </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/116400289167627513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=116400289167627513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116400289167627513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116400289167627513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/11/saying-farwell-through-christmas.html' title='Saying Farwell through a Christmas Lantern'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516630018972698991'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-116279151152692352</id><published>2006-11-05T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T21:38:31.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Substitute: Simply waiting for His Crack at Glory</title><summary type='text'>For people like me who have participated and joined teams, it is only natural to accept that better people in terms of skills and qualifications will be preferred over them. Being a sports buff in the aspect of competitive level, maturing to the stage of accepting that it will reach a point that giving way for the benefit of team play should always be the foremost important thing rather than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/116279151152692352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=116279151152692352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116279151152692352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116279151152692352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/11/substitute-simply-waiting-for-his.html' title='The Substitute: Simply waiting for His Crack at Glory'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516630018972698991'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-116219010718825292</id><published>2006-10-29T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T22:35:07.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Fate Would Have It...</title><summary type='text'>It has begun and I think its about time for me to focus on some other things outside my social life. Finding no remorse for the only person who was missing in my life, the void is there to stay, and I don’t really care if it will be filled up anymore or not. Trying to meet someone all over again seems a waste of time and as fate and destiny would have it, it is time to buckle down to business and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/116219010718825292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=116219010718825292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116219010718825292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116219010718825292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/10/as-fate-would-have-it.html' title='As Fate Would Have It...'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516630018972698991'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-116214257906886475</id><published>2006-10-29T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T10:13:29.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Nostalgic, What is there to Look Forward to?</title><summary type='text'>Just got some good movies on DVD, some of which I wasn’t able to watch in the big screen some months ago, one of which was by my favorite actor, Adam Sandler. His movie, “Click” really hit me so hard and in some ways made me think of what my future would be like. I know it may be a fictional story but still the message was clear and apparent, making me realize what if I had a universal remote </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/116214257906886475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=116214257906886475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116214257906886475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116214257906886475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/10/getting-nostalgic-what-is-there-to.html' title='Getting Nostalgic, What is there to Look Forward to?'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516630018972698991'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-116184279522565342</id><published>2006-10-25T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:06:35.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiming High, Falling Short from the Goal</title><summary type='text'>Last night officially ended my coaching for this year as far as competitive basketball is concerned. Similar to that of what happened to the younger generation some weeks back where we finished 3rd, my plight with the more older guys also gave out the same result, 3rd place and bowing to a team that seemed to have all the luck. Despite the loss, I still believe we could have won, but given the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/116184279522565342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=116184279522565342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116184279522565342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116184279522565342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/10/aiming-high-falling-short-from-goal.html' title='Aiming High, Falling Short from the Goal'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516630018972698991'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-116110260308730658</id><published>2006-10-17T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T09:30:03.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strong Mind and The Weak at Heart</title><summary type='text'>I know I told myself I should be content with what I choose to follow, but well, I can’t help but admit that not being able to see this complicated scenario with this special someone has been taking its toll on me. That is the problem with me, once I set my sights into it, I have trouble sticking to my principles, bearing the brunt of this foolish feeling I have when I know it is close to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/116110260308730658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=116110260308730658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116110260308730658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116110260308730658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/10/strong-mind-and-weak-at-heart.html' title='The Strong Mind and The Weak at Heart'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516630018972698991'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-116097879845403591</id><published>2006-10-15T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:06:38.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At An All Time Low</title><summary type='text'>After being on top of the world, one of my most feared events has happened. I always believed that once a person reaches a certain level, it is scary to look at how far he will fall. So far, I haven’t really climbed up that high and here I am feeling down and awful for the past two weeks. Losses and physical injuries due to old age I guess have been popping out of nowhere and I am safe to say </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/116097879845403591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=116097879845403591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116097879845403591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116097879845403591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/10/at-all-time-low.html' title='At An All Time Low'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516630018972698991'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-116071790326415680</id><published>2006-10-12T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T22:38:23.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Make Me Want to Be A Better Man</title><summary type='text'>With due reference to Mr. Jack Nicholson for his quote in the movie “As Good As It Gets”, I love to keep on saying this to myself, especially when I am around this girl who simply brings fireworks and tranquility whenever we are together. It is quite obvious that I am going nuts over her, and despite my gout problem wherein I have been limping for almost a week now, I still try to shrug it off to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/116071790326415680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=116071790326415680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116071790326415680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116071790326415680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-make-me-want-to-be-better-man.html' title='You Make Me Want to Be A Better Man'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516630018972698991'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-116071725982522539</id><published>2006-10-12T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T22:27:39.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Path that Few Have Chosen…</title><summary type='text'>“I chose the path which only a few have taken, and I am glad I did!” by Natazha Vanessa Yalung, May, 2006Yes that is my daughter who said that to me last father’s day. Honestly, I was surprised by the notation. Somehow she has inherited some of my poetic and grammatical insights, owing to the fact I guess that she sees her dad typing like crazy on the keyboard from the evening till the early </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/116071725982522539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=116071725982522539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116071725982522539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/116071725982522539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/10/path-that-few-have-chosen.html' title='A Path that Few Have Chosen…'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516630018972698991'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-115954272542359775</id><published>2006-09-29T08:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T08:12:05.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Reveal or Not To Reveal</title><summary type='text'>Keeping a secret, a passion inside for some time is not flattering to hide, especially if you continue to see this person. Chances are here and there, but finding the right opportunity to break the ice is hard enough, because friendship and companionship may be lost in the process. But as they say, if you are not inclined to take risks, life means nothing. Setbacks, frustrations, and heartaches </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/115954272542359775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=115954272542359775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115954272542359775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115954272542359775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-reveal-or-not-to-reveal.html' title='To Reveal or Not To Reveal'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516630018972698991'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-115954268756730502</id><published>2006-09-29T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T08:11:27.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Without Reciprocation</title><summary type='text'>Most people would disagree. Loving someone who may not feel the same nor love you at all is a total waste of time. As usual, known for being the person who defies odds and takes his joy with mere presence and companionship without anything in return, here I am, at it again. Falling for what I know will be close to impossible to happen, I guess with my state right now, not really looking for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/115954268756730502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=115954268756730502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115954268756730502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115954268756730502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/09/love-without-reciprocation.html' title='Love Without Reciprocation'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516630018972698991'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-115695697386823212</id><published>2006-08-30T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T09:56:15.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personalized Cobwebs and Tomorrows</title><summary type='text'>We all have our own hang-ups in life, and looking back at them is really a waste of time. No one is gifted with a worry free life and somewhere along the road, some mistakes and wrongful decisions will surely be something that will make most people feel very miserable. It is only natural. Humans were created to take on challenges to test their ability to handle such situations. Most people take </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/115695697386823212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=115695697386823212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115695697386823212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115695697386823212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/08/personalized-cobwebs-and-tomorrows.html' title='Personalized Cobwebs and Tomorrows'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516630018972698991'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-115687222092184473</id><published>2006-08-29T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T10:23:41.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Puppet Masters</title><summary type='text'>Puppets are known as controlled and manipulated objects that are usually but not necessarily characters used in plays or performances. (A definition taken from Wikipedia). Have you ever asked yourself what life is all about? If I were to compare, life is like a play or performance where most people are supposed to be responsible on how to author their daily living. Life is something that is like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/115687222092184473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=115687222092184473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115687222092184473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115687222092184473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/08/puppet-masters.html' title='The Puppet Masters'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516630018972698991'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-115587830956110245</id><published>2006-08-17T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:18:29.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Blood or Money: Testing the Family Bonds</title><summary type='text'>The consideration of family genes and relationships vary in ethnic races, but the cultural beliefs, backgrounds and stuff would most likely be the best way to determine how a family values their bond with each other. There are families with a big number of relatives on hand, most of which have closer ties since birth. Again this depends on such factors as location, relationship, and functions </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/115587830956110245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=115587830956110245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115587830956110245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115587830956110245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-blood-or-money-testing-family.html' title='For Blood or Money: Testing the Family Bonds'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516630018972698991'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-115544776482522971</id><published>2006-08-12T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T22:42:44.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Propositions: Do You Understand The PERSONAL Message Being Sent?</title><summary type='text'>It is only normal for people to be amazed, attracted and adamant when it comes to wanting to know more about a particular person. The facts are obvious. Doing some background checks, getting pertinent information and eventually summing up the strength to ask that person out are no doubt going towards a direction where most relationships, both successful and failed ones, will lead to. People have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/115544776482522971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=115544776482522971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115544776482522971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115544776482522971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/08/business-propositions-do-you.html' title='Business Propositions: Do You Understand The PERSONAL Message Being Sent?'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516630018972698991'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-115531736557884320</id><published>2006-08-11T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T10:29:25.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Children of Hope</title><summary type='text'>Poverty is one thing that is immediately attached to the Philippines. While it is most common for third world classified countries, perhaps the most affected people are the children who have been deprived of a clean and decent living and education. Street children, the poorer classes living in the suburbs of Metro Manila are the unfortunate victims who have to live with what they have. The people</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/115531736557884320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=115531736557884320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115531736557884320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115531736557884320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/08/children-of-hope.html' title='The Children of Hope'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516630018972698991'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-115531320215096327</id><published>2006-08-11T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T09:20:02.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Checkered Flags at Our Own Finish Lines</title><summary type='text'>Getting my cue from the just recently shown Disney Movie, Cars, I can’t help but wonder, by this time, most of us will reach our finish lines as well, but as Lightning McQueen did, will we cross it or not? Ironically, most of us aim for something, and long for something to serve as the icing on our cakes, but once we get there, it is only normal for us to have hesitations, thinking twice if this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/115531320215096327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=115531320215096327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115531320215096327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115531320215096327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/08/checkered-flags-at-our-own-finish.html' title='The Checkered Flags at Our Own Finish Lines'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516630018972698991'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-115433258256987090</id><published>2006-07-31T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T00:56:22.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Using Pain as a Shock Absorber for Success</title><summary type='text'>People have different views as far as finding the right partner for them. Time and again it has been said, you don’t find a partner, as it will come natural. You cannot fabricate or fix something for the sake of having a person be at your side. It should be of your own free will without conditions.Such was something I had experienced ages ago. Going into college, I just came of a recent break-off</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/115433258256987090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=115433258256987090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115433258256987090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115433258256987090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/07/using-pain-as-shock-absorber-for.html' title='Using Pain as a Shock Absorber for Success'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516630018972698991'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-115390480737603472</id><published>2006-07-26T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T02:09:01.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I? – Principles and Changes in Outlooks and Acceptance</title><summary type='text'>If there is one thing that I can say that has changed in my overall personality compared to my early years, it’s that of knowing where I stand and up to what extent I can get to with anyone, family, friends or new acquaintances. Some say it comes with age, but I would call it showing respect and getting the message immediately.I will admit, in my younger years, I was the aggressive and immature </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/115390480737603472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=115390480737603472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115390480737603472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115390480737603472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/07/who-am-i-principles-and-changes-in.html' title='Who Am I? – Principles and Changes in Outlooks and Acceptance'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08516630018972698991'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>