<?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-22585552</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:24:14.228-08:00</updated><category term='swindle'/><category term='conditional love'/><category term='con artists'/><category term='love'/><category term='deception'/><category term='betrayal'/><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?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</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='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=5791003635244231478' title='5 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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-115340815004464085</id><published>2006-07-20T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T08:16:31.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Kind of Wonderful: The Choices We Make</title><summary type='text'>At some point in our life, we all look forward to something extravagant and striking in our lives. It could come in the form of a successful career, solid family camaraderie or perhaps just a simple feeling of accomplishment which can be in any form we deem fit. In the same way that no two people are alike, the level of anxiety and satisfaction that we consider as a monumental part of our lives </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/115340815004464085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=115340815004464085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115340815004464085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115340815004464085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-kind-of-wonderful-choices-we-make.html' title='Some Kind of Wonderful: The Choices We Make'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-115337422042858202</id><published>2006-07-19T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T22:43:40.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mirror Image on Reality and Plastic People of Today</title><summary type='text'>We get to meet people here and there and all of them have varying points on how to accept a person. Most would give the usual answer of as long as he is a gentleman, thoughtful, understanding and sweet, they won’t mind. Who are we kidding? Looks still have a role in determining if a person would be someone we would like to be with, seen with or go out with.How does one accept a person in reality?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/115337422042858202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=115337422042858202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115337422042858202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115337422042858202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/07/mirror-image-on-reality-and-plastic.html' title='A Mirror Image on Reality and Plastic People of Today'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-115305370261631176</id><published>2006-07-16T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T05:41:42.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Herald Feature: How I Blog-Brian Yalung, MBA</title><summary type='text'>My sincerest gratitude to Matt of Blog Media for making this happen. Please check out this feature:How I Blog: Brian Yalung, MBA</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/115305370261631176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=115305370261631176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115305370261631176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115305370261631176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-herald-feature-how-i-blog-brian.html' title='Blog Herald Feature: How I Blog-Brian Yalung, MBA'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-115285580024705462</id><published>2006-07-13T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T01:56:56.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Asylum, Isolation, and Protecion</title><summary type='text'>Protection and Isolated Asylum. My mother informed me the other night how I felt about migrating to the states if given the chance. Apparently, this is because of my brother-in-law’s run in with the government, his inclusion in the Oakwood Mutineer’s failed Coup attempt 3 years ago. While I did hear a word or two about it, I never thought he would really be joining it! So he and his comrades are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/115285580024705462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=115285580024705462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115285580024705462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115285580024705462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/07/family-asylum-isolation-and-protecion.html' title='Family Asylum, Isolation, and Protecion'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-115271581157731568</id><published>2006-07-12T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T07:50:11.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scaredy Cat</title><summary type='text'>Nothing best sums it all up when people ask my why I haven’t found someone to fill the void that everyone seems to be filled. Even my friends, new and old, do not believe that I am single and alone with only my daughter in tow, Vanessa. Many would say I am conning them or something when in reality I am really not. Even my ex-girlfriends, whom for some reason I have resorted to contacting for no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/115271581157731568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=115271581157731568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115271581157731568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115271581157731568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/07/scaredy-cat.html' title='The Scaredy Cat'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-115225222429408007</id><published>2006-07-06T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:03:44.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Analyzing Dreams: Truth of Dare?</title><summary type='text'>When I was a kid, my parents often told me that dreams are the exact opposite. At first, I took on my experiences in this notion, since parents are the most trusted people who would not fib or make up stories just to create the usual kid’s fantasies that we usually know parents would make up so as to keep us in our stage of growth. Superstitious may be part of it as well, but the heck, what is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/115225222429408007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=115225222429408007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115225222429408007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115225222429408007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/07/analyzing-dreams-truth-of-dare.html' title='Analyzing Dreams: Truth of Dare?'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-115164555645691005</id><published>2006-06-29T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:32:36.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go to Know the Truth</title><summary type='text'>Saying NO, especially if you are not used to it, will definitely be something hard to do for old friends and people whom you think considered you really as a friend. Most of the time, I feel myself being forced to go to special occasions, and I would rather stay at home, write articles or maybe watch some DVD movies or series than spend time with friends.The experience I have had is really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/115164555645691005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=115164555645691005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115164555645691005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115164555645691005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/06/letting-go-to-know-truth.html' title='Letting Go to Know the Truth'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-115130024510218295</id><published>2006-06-25T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:37:25.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Guiding Light towards Maturity</title><summary type='text'>Guidance and control are among the things that most parents need to provide their children nowadays. The common knowledge of most kids of today is far more advanced compared to what I went through centuries ago. The manner of living, their beliefs, socializing functions are entirely much more liberated. If I compare this with the time I had with my folks, I would probably shock them and given </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/115130024510218295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=115130024510218295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115130024510218295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115130024510218295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/06/guiding-light-towards-maturity.html' title='A Guiding Light towards Maturity'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-115104445069793359</id><published>2006-06-22T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T23:34:10.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Philosophical Route towards Individual Existence</title><summary type='text'>People grow up, grow old and take on life in a different approach. For some, the adventurous and glamorous life is not something that can really make them happy. Besides, living in luxury and prestige brings along responsibility on being able to live in the way that is more complicated as it seems.No bright lights, no pat on the backs and no one to commend you, well, some people would be fine </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/115104445069793359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=115104445069793359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115104445069793359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115104445069793359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/06/philosophical-route-towards-individual.html' title='A Philosophical Route towards Individual Existence'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-115081995620888227</id><published>2006-06-20T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T09:12:36.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Human Mask</title><summary type='text'>We all have something to hide. We are all scared to show off who we really are. We usually don’t have the courage to be able to be confident enough of who we are for reasons such as not being able to fit in, rejection, humiliation and worst be viewed as a big joke. My point is that each of us wears a mask to be able to hide these things and spare us from imminent breakdown, especially in terms of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/115081995620888227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=115081995620888227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115081995620888227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115081995620888227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/06/human-mask.html' title='The Human Mask'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-115064728564511425</id><published>2006-06-18T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T09:14:45.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Father's Day Message</title><summary type='text'>Father’s day will always be known as a day to give due recognition to the fathers all over the world, both separated and not. Well, bottom line is, where would most of us be today if it were not for the Man of the House or so they say.As I keep on telling myself, I tend to prefer being different above the rest. While it is no secret that most fathers of today may be considered extreme good dads </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/115064728564511425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=115064728564511425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115064728564511425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115064728564511425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/06/fathers-day-message.html' title='A Father&apos;s Day Message'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-115012206819051691</id><published>2006-06-12T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T07:21:09.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Has Life to Offer...</title><summary type='text'>If the world won’t adjust to you, then you have to adjust to the world.Such a tricky phrase I picked up from the hit series Crime Scene Investigation (CSI). It was actually an episode about midgets trying to survive in a world of normal people whom they call giants. Truly, it is indeed hard to wait for the world to adjust to you, if not impossible in most cases. Evidently, people need to really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/115012206819051691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=115012206819051691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115012206819051691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/115012206819051691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-has-life-to-offer.html' title='What Has Life to Offer...'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114965796173243535</id><published>2006-06-06T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T22:26:01.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Separating Pretenders and Defenders of Sincerity</title><summary type='text'>People claim that they prefer individuals who are good inside rather than their outside appearances. Basing it on experience, on a range of 1 to 10, I would only consider such claims as a measly 3. Sure, we all know that people find certain looks, attributes and criteria for accepting people, but sometimes it is sad to say, that such claims are only for the sake of avoiding a bad image. In the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114965796173243535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114965796173243535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114965796173243535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114965796173243535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/06/separating-pretenders-and-defenders-of.html' title='Separating Pretenders and Defenders of Sincerity'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114904729690807843</id><published>2006-05-30T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:48:16.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One that Got Away...Wrong Time, Wrong Place</title><summary type='text'>It was just 5 months after I got married, I finally got through college after six years and landed my first job at a bank. It was a totally new thing for me, earning my keep and starting to face the world with survival on my mind. It wasn’t easy though. I had a child who was already 4 years old and a wife whom I thought God gave to me as my trophy. Nothing else mattered but as time passed, like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114904729690807843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114904729690807843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114904729690807843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114904729690807843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-that-got-awaywrong-time-wrong.html' title='The One that Got Away...Wrong Time, Wrong Place'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114861652010599449</id><published>2006-05-25T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:08:40.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dreamer:  The Sacrificial Lamb</title><summary type='text'>All people are entitled to being happy. As much as possible, most people would want to lead a simple life, avoiding complications and added setbacks that would eventually make life harder for them. While the world is full of complexities, people want to avoid such problems. Some say, a person without problems is probably someone who is suffering from a certain disorder, refusing to take on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114861652010599449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114861652010599449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114861652010599449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114861652010599449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/05/dreamer-sacrificial-lamb.html' title='A Dreamer:  The Sacrificial Lamb'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114784186002770774</id><published>2006-05-16T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T21:57:40.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Feelings in a World of Deception</title><summary type='text'>I am totally in a mixed stage right now. I don’t know if I am happy and content or if I am sad and have a certain space to fill. The price to pay for living up to your principles in life truly has its downfalls, and while people may not understand or view it in a different way, the final say will still be on my part. At this point in time, I cannot say that I am accomplished as far as my career </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114784186002770774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114784186002770774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114784186002770774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114784186002770774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/05/mixed-feelings-in-world-of-deception.html' title='Mixed Feelings in a World of Deception'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114735134267779220</id><published>2006-05-11T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T05:42:22.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping Up, Trying to Gain the Fire Again</title><summary type='text'>Big shoes but something needs to be done. This is what these bunch of players needed, which I admit I have lost guidance to ever since I took over the chores of league commissioner of our annual event here in Greenhills. Well, it wasn’t an easy task, but it was an opportunity I couldn’t pass by. Well, today, having the spare time, I tried to fill the role of acting coach, trying to teach them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114735134267779220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114735134267779220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114735134267779220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114735134267779220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/05/stepping-up-trying-to-gain-fire-again.html' title='Stepping Up, Trying to Gain the Fire Again'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114723869844414314</id><published>2006-05-09T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T22:24:58.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Annual Event, An Annual Competition</title><summary type='text'>With an event that means so much to me, I made a decision not to invite any of my friends to the opening. Aside from probably getting in their way, considering it was a Sunday, a rest day and family day, I don’t want to get upset on a day that I have worked so hard on. Besides, basing it on experience, they would not appreciate the entire thing anyway.All that mattered was that my whole family </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114723869844414314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114723869844414314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114723869844414314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114723869844414314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/05/annual-event-annual-competition.html' title='An Annual Event, An Annual Competition'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114663260244773492</id><published>2006-05-02T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:03:22.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start of the Annual Greenhills Basketball Season</title><summary type='text'>The start of a busy month ahead. Ironically, such a phrase would mean all work and no play, but it is really a combination of both. The Inter village basketball league, headed by me again, will kick of this Sunday and I am cramming as usual to make sure I can make it as successful as last year. While it may sound stressful, providing fun and joy towards the teenagers and young kids of tomorrow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114663260244773492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114663260244773492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114663260244773492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114663260244773492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/05/start-of-annual-greenhills-basketball.html' title='The Start of the Annual Greenhills Basketball Season'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114654952895121162</id><published>2006-05-01T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T22:58:48.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Color of Money, Memories Within...</title><summary type='text'>In my college days, I had this class; I think it was more of a psychology class where we were required to make reflection papers often, mostly pertaining towards the everyday encounters we have both in the outside world and in our homes. Eventually, this became my outlet in writing about what was going on in my mind, and writing it with gusto. I got high grades, but usually the grades did not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114654952895121162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114654952895121162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114654952895121162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114654952895121162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/05/color-of-money-memories-within.html' title='The Color of Money, Memories Within...'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114632651324250358</id><published>2006-04-29T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T09:01:53.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough Pretending and Reverting Back to Who I Really Am..</title><summary type='text'>It has been some years now and I have often wondered when I would go back to my old self, being silent, setting my priorities straight and aiming for success in my task oriented commitments. Well, while I do not decry losing these things when I started to build on my network of friends, after graduation, everything seemed like vacation time was over.Now blessed with a new job, something easy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114632651324250358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114632651324250358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114632651324250358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114632651324250358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/04/enough-pretending-and-reverting-back.html' title='Enough Pretending and Reverting Back to Who I Really Am..'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114616093241709157</id><published>2006-04-27T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T11:02:12.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Imperfect Day in Manila</title><summary type='text'>Well, it’s a day where things could only get worst. A day I planned to spend with my mom and daughter turned out to be short lived as my car’s transmission conked. Well, having my Toyota Corolla 16 Valve for the past 3 years without giving me problems, the problem was forthcoming. Hard on the pockets, I had to have everything repaired the whole afternoon! Add to this, it was the day to give out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114616093241709157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114616093241709157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114616093241709157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114616093241709157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/04/imperfect-day-in-manila.html' title='An Imperfect Day in Manila'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114598110310231115</id><published>2006-04-25T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T09:05:03.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chin Chin Power Bits Sports Drink is Here!</title><summary type='text'>What a day! Tiring is an understatement but to have people act leisurely despite the presence of their superior, namely me, is something that prepares me for a day that will surely be forgettable and stressful.I had two containers come in today and I must admit I was excited because the Chin Chin Power Bits Sports Drink had arrived! Unfortunately I was not happy with the labeling, lacking in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114598110310231115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114598110310231115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114598110310231115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114598110310231115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/04/chin-chin-power-bits-sports-drink-is.html' title='Chin Chin Power Bits Sports Drink is Here!'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114559852585699814</id><published>2006-04-20T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T22:48:45.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Learning and Growth Activities</title><summary type='text'>It is so frustrating once you achieve something and carve out a niche and then all of a sudden, the people who used to have that fire and determination in their eyes suddenly lost. Maybe went to their head? Or maybe a change of hear and priorities? Either way, I guess I should have seen it coming, especially for kids. You just cannot deprive them of maturity and change of priorities. Besides, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114559852585699814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114559852585699814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114559852585699814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114559852585699814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/04/annual-learning-and-growth-activities.html' title='Annual Learning and Growth Activities'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114542694592802191</id><published>2006-04-18T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T23:09:05.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being The Best You Can Be</title><summary type='text'>There will always be yardsticks in life, and comparing ones self with that of others can never be avoided. Such can be seen in sibling rivalries, competitive activities and even in professional undertakings. Trying to outdo each other in any way that they can is simply expected.Various factors can be considered, and sometimes the level of accomplishment will always vary. The satisfaction that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114542694592802191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114542694592802191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114542694592802191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114542694592802191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/04/being-best-you-can-be.html' title='Being The Best You Can Be'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114528563563370798</id><published>2006-04-17T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T07:53:55.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Padlocking Treasured Memories and Wishful Thinking</title><summary type='text'>I look at the stars, recall the past, well, some maybe memorable and some forgettable for that matter. Life has its ups and downs and no matter how I look at it, the saying is true that people just cannot find the satisfaction needed for them. Love, money, and power, these are the basic things that most people would die to have but seriously, this is impossible. Having one or two of them may be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114528563563370798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114528563563370798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114528563563370798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114528563563370798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/04/padlocking-treasured-memories-and.html' title='Padlocking Treasured Memories and Wishful Thinking'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114524586920999645</id><published>2006-04-16T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:51:09.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Path Towards Fulfillment and Success</title><summary type='text'>In my opinion, the best days in the life of a person would be his teenage life. While this would largely depend on how a person is brought up, the transition stage towards maturity to adulthood is the best way to enrich the entire learning process. Having an actual hand on experience, mixing ambition and life experiences molds a person into becoming a mature and independent person for him to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114524586920999645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114524586920999645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114524586920999645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114524586920999645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/04/path-towards-fulfillment-and-success.html' title='The Path Towards Fulfillment and Success'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114481434400223042</id><published>2006-04-11T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T20:59:04.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Mind and A Confused Heart</title><summary type='text'>Keeping my mind busy and doing a lot of things simultaneously will truly get my thoughts to good use. Maybe this is why I opt to be hyperactive and take on work as much as I can. There is not question that I am still mending the pains of what has transpired for the past months, not to mention the sudden aloofness of people who I respected and liked so much. I just take them in stride, adding them</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114481434400223042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114481434400223042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114481434400223042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114481434400223042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/04/beautiful-mind-and-confused-heart.html' title='A Beautiful Mind and A Confused Heart'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114451759551615671</id><published>2006-04-08T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T10:33:23.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball, Victory and Goodnight?</title><summary type='text'>Tiring Day! I spent practically 12 hours taking care of the basketball team and doing my duties for our barangay. I was at the basketball court since 12 noon, and helped in managing the team since the opening is coming soon, actually, 2 weeks! Now I really need to cram!Well, this is something I love to do, and something I vowed to accomplish. I owe it to the kids to build on the sports programs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114451759551615671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114451759551615671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114451759551615671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114451759551615671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/04/basketball-victory-and-goodnight.html' title='Basketball, Victory and Goodnight?'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114442992104617121</id><published>2006-04-07T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T10:12:01.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices, Decisions and Farewells</title><summary type='text'>It is not secret that I am going aloof to some friends. I have chosen to move on and well, leave the past to where it is. We all have to make choices, and whatever the decisions is, it may eventually lead to farewells. Hard at first, but there may be a lot of factors, like love, security and happiness. Remember, happiness entails sacrificing, and this includes people as well. Even if you think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114442992104617121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114442992104617121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114442992104617121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114442992104617121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/04/choices-decisions-and-farewells.html' title='Choices, Decisions and Farewells'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114426069525486379</id><published>2006-04-05T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T11:11:35.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poison of Money cured by Ambitious Children</title><summary type='text'>Surprisingly, gone are the days of nobleness and loyalty. Yes money can buy anything right now. No legal issues involved. Think about how money plays its role here, you give out money to spend for a grand wedding, you spend money to impress people, and you also spend money to resort to legal cases as annulment, legal separation and maybe divorce if it was existent in the Philippines.Today, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114426069525486379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114426069525486379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114426069525486379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114426069525486379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/04/poison-of-money-cured-by-ambitious.html' title='The Poison of Money cured by Ambitious Children'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114421342386847048</id><published>2006-04-04T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T22:03:43.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Great Leaders, Politics and Honor</title><summary type='text'>It takes a great person to admit his guilt, bow his head, and slowly stay out of the limelight. This is one thing that most people have a hard time doing, especially people who have been accustomed to a certain lifestyle or have been empowered. The reason? Shame? Afraid of Humiliation? While it is true that such may be evident, it is something what will have to be faced eventually. There is no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114421342386847048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114421342386847048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114421342386847048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114421342386847048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/04/true-great-leaders-politics-and-honor.html' title='True Great Leaders, Politics and Honor'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114417464073591954</id><published>2006-04-04T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T11:17:20.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Times, Changing Guards</title><summary type='text'>Accepting defeat, living on your own and facing the worst, these are the problems I have chosen to face. I should have known better than to ask for help from people I thought would be able to help, but regardless, I already knew beforehand that I had an uphill battle to which I am ready to face. Even some years back, I already expected this, always wanting to do things my way, facing them in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114417464073591954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114417464073591954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114417464073591954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114417464073591954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/04/changing-times-changing-guards.html' title='Changing Times, Changing Guards'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114408937853077196</id><published>2006-04-03T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T11:36:18.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inter MBA Awards Night 2006 and an Angry Angel</title><summary type='text'>T’was a night for recognition. All the school I had played against were there, host UST, San Beda, Asian Institute of Management, arch nemesis De La Salle University (which happens to be my former school in college by they way) and of course my school Ateneo Graduate School of Business, the over-all champs. My only reason for being there is to share the night with my co-athletes and mingle with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114408937853077196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114408937853077196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114408937853077196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114408937853077196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/04/inter-mba-awards-night-2006-and-angry.html' title='Inter MBA Awards Night 2006 and an Angry Angel'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114408823389094547</id><published>2006-04-03T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T11:17:13.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Day Hepatitis and Marital Issues</title><summary type='text'>I remember my bout with Hepatitis A during my college days, I was about to graduate and I really abused my body as far as nightlife, alcohol and cigarettes were concerned. I wasn’t married yet but I had a cute angel called Vanessa from my former wife. I must admit, it was these times I was not yet as responsible as what people would say a good father was. I aimed to finish my studies despite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114408823389094547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114408823389094547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114408823389094547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114408823389094547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/04/college-day-hepatitis-and-marital.html' title='College Day Hepatitis and Marital Issues'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114381399862616440</id><published>2006-03-31T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T06:06:38.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Measuring and Value of Friends and Partners</title><summary type='text'>Up to what extent can you measure the value or depth of friendship by people around you? How would you be able to properly determine the purpose of friendship? Are you dispensable? In times of needs, who would be around to stand with you? Are you being used or abused?Questions, questions and more questions. Most of us meet new people everyday, especially for us who are active in social gatherings</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114381399862616440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114381399862616440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114381399862616440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114381399862616440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/03/measuring-and-value-of-friends-and.html' title='Measuring and Value of Friends and Partners'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114372884723965734</id><published>2006-03-30T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T06:28:30.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Burn Out and Recovery Period</title><summary type='text'>Moving on, trying to organize my thoughts, prioritizing my goals. Well, these are just some of the things going on around my mind right now. I think I may have bitten off more than I can chew. Some months ago, I felt like I could do anything. Take on more than one job, aside from this job in trying to make a venture grow and become a hit. While I am confident I am on the right road, I wanted to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114372884723965734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114372884723965734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114372884723965734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114372884723965734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/03/burn-out-and-recovery-period.html' title='A Burn Out and Recovery Period'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114356089665831369</id><published>2006-03-28T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T07:48:16.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Algebra, Trigonometry and Mathematics</title><summary type='text'>I recall the days when I can call myself a nerd in some ways. Focused on my studies, aiming for high grades and joining quiz bee contests, especially Mathematics, yes mathematics as in algebra, geometry and trigonometry. For me these subjects were like playtime as I rarely studies and considered it a game of mix and match.It was something my parents back then were proud of. I barely wanted to use</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114356089665831369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114356089665831369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114356089665831369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114356089665831369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/03/loving-algebra-trigonometry-and.html' title='Loving Algebra, Trigonometry and Mathematics'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114338708501814260</id><published>2006-03-26T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T07:32:51.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend of Victories!</title><summary type='text'>Finally the long and chaotic season is over! It took 3 games, but finally the crown has been rightfully returned to its rightful owner…. THE AGSB Blue Eagles Men’s Basketball Team! The victory was the icing on the cake for the successful season, giving Ateneo Graduate School of Business the overall title in grand fashion. Controversies are still up in the air, but only for one school… a school </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114338708501814260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114338708501814260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114338708501814260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114338708501814260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/03/weekend-of-victories.html' title='A Weekend of Victories!'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114322201273088280</id><published>2006-03-24T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T09:40:12.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Empty Space...Defying Odds...Growing Old</title><summary type='text'>Where do I go from here? Well, this is a question that I would ponder on, especially at times when a question pops up from my friends and relatives…Who will be with you when you grow old? Who will take care of you? You can’t go on being alone forever. If I were to answer this now, my instant answer is I can live with it, I have been used to it for majority of my life, not having someone who is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114322201273088280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114322201273088280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114322201273088280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114322201273088280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/03/empty-spacedefying-oddsgrowing-old.html' title='An Empty Space...Defying Odds...Growing Old'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114319431901232022</id><published>2006-03-24T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T01:58:39.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Ride with the Ateneo Blue Eagles</title><summary type='text'>It was our final practice before the big championship game on Sunday. We could have finished the finals last Sunday but as fate would have it, a decisive match was in the works. Well, all is not lost. But I am glad to see the response of the people who came to practice, sacrifice and sweat it out for perhaps the final time I will be with these guys. All that is needed now is to wait for that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114319431901232022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114319431901232022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114319431901232022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114319431901232022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-last-ride-with-ateneo-blue-eagles.html' title='My Last Ride with the Ateneo Blue Eagles'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114309001880941301</id><published>2006-03-22T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:00:18.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to Prove...MBA Flashbacks</title><summary type='text'>I find myself right now in a very confused state. One year ago, I had my eyes on this girl. Typical Filipina, alluring eyes, she has that smile that can make anyone smile back and fall on their knees. She is about to take her final step prior to graduation, something I have finished last year. Not to take anything away from her, she is in a state of panic, same as her other friends, whom I had to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114309001880941301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114309001880941301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114309001880941301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114309001880941301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/03/something-to-provemba-flashbacks.html' title='Something to Prove...MBA Flashbacks'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114308732383331028</id><published>2006-03-22T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T20:15:23.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby is now a Lady</title><summary type='text'>Slowly and surely, my daughter is being exposed to the outside world. Meeting new friends, both boys and girls, giggles and laughter from some mischievous things, slowly knowing the need to focus on her studies and prove to people who doubted her that she is more than what they think.She has occasional faults, sometimes taking these things for granted. I don’t blame her. This is the stage of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114308732383331028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114308732383331028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114308732383331028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114308732383331028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-baby-is-now-lady.html' title='My Baby is now a Lady'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114299903005412190</id><published>2006-03-21T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T07:34:40.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back... Moving Forward...</title><summary type='text'>Funny how time flies. Treasure some memories, seeing old faces, reminiscing bout the good times. Most of them would bring a smile to my face, but also bring some forgettable moments at that. Some would haunt me to this day, some would not. But one thing that’s for sure, seeing old faces you have not been communicating with in the past year truly warms the heart.Actually, flings, links to people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114299903005412190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114299903005412190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114299903005412190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114299903005412190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/03/looking-back-moving-forward.html' title='Looking Back... Moving Forward...'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114293054404981745</id><published>2006-03-21T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T00:42:24.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Used and Abused: Is It Relevant?</title><summary type='text'>Funny how good guys really finish last. They shy away from the limelight and well, like the true gentlemen that they are, they keep their poise and composure and just act as normally as possible. Just to do a good deed, make their friends happy, be helpful in any way and don’t ask anything in return. That would typically be people who would just want to fit in.I have been there. Well, I have met </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114293054404981745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114293054404981745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114293054404981745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114293054404981745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/03/used-and-abused-is-it-relevant.html' title='Used and Abused: Is It Relevant?'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114287365502668979</id><published>2006-03-20T08:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T08:55:10.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing Tomorrow and Moving Forward</title><summary type='text'>Call it a matter of being childish, or just simply trying to be strong and ignore something that meant so much to me. Yes a person is what I am referring to, but taking into account everything, all information, pros and cons, I need to show her I am strong. Besides, the chances of her knowing how much I care and well if given the chance, to actually show her that I care for her much more than I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114287365502668979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114287365502668979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114287365502668979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114287365502668979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/03/facing-tomorrow-and-moving-forward_20.html' title='Facing Tomorrow and Moving Forward'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114287191677973803</id><published>2006-03-20T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T08:25:23.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Striving to be the Complete Parent</title><summary type='text'>How do you put it hmmm. A single parent? Mother and Father? Well, this was what I always wanted to be for my daughter, who has now become a full grown teenager. I was never a good husband, but I am sure I can become a good Father to my daughter given the chance. Not only in terms of monetary support, but being there for her in her times.Ideally, children would go with the mothers when their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114287191677973803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114287191677973803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114287191677973803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114287191677973803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/03/striving-to-be-complete-parent.html' title='Striving to be the Complete Parent'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22585552.post-114015352382859344</id><published>2006-02-16T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T21:18:43.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Opening..</title><summary type='text'>A blog spot that really had me wondering on what to name it, taking me hours to finally decide. My idea was about the things I love to do and the person I value the most, my daughter Natazha. So mixing them all together, what better way would there be than to name it Daddy and Daughter Times, a look into the lifestyle we both have right now. It has been a really tough journey, but I have no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/feeds/114015352382859344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22585552&amp;postID=114015352382859344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114015352382859344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22585552/posts/default/114015352382859344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brytazha.blogspot.com/2006/02/opening.html' title='The Opening..'/><author><name>bryboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
