<?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-8413507460780872189</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:37:41.070-07:00</updated><category term='wandersoles'/><category term='Italian'/><category term='MOA'/><category term='sophia lee'/><category term='SM'/><category term='banggigay'/><category term='escape'/><category term='indayguapa'/><category term='ford escape'/><category term='Mall of Asia'/><category term='ford'/><category term='italian restaurant'/><category term='silverprodigy'/><category term='Abbondanza Pizzeria Ristorante'/><category term='pasta'/><category term='gelato'/><category term='Abbondanza'/><category term='dining'/><category term='layas'/><category term='wanderlass'/><category term='pizza'/><title type='text'>silverprodigy and the happy rush</title><subtitle type='html'>my thoughts and my actions, my happiness and my tragedies, my strengths and my frailties, my travels and my boredom... and a whole lot of funky shit!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413507460780872189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>silverprodigy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10609498013835554383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img101.mytextgraphics.com/photolava/2007/06/17/74-46ufn57j7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413507460780872189.post-3505465449524436034</id><published>2010-09-21T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T02:22:30.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27 is just a number higher than 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What is significant about 27? It is an odd number and an odd  age as well. You can neither claim to be young nor old, neither wiser  nor naïve. I find it moronic that some people expect some level of  maturity in relation to your age. What is maturity anyway? I have no  intention of defining it and letting it define me as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, let me get to the point of this blog. I simply wish to share  and put in writing some things that I know to be true about myself at  the age of 27.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am      proud to say that I have chosen my friends well, and I am happy that they      have decided to be my friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am      happy that I have unfriended people who do not deserve my attention and      affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I want      to have supple skin, thus, I will be more mindful about sunscreen and      moisturizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I      don’t care if material things can only give me temporary happiness. I will      buy whatever happiness I can afford.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am      not a religious person but I believe in a higher being,  and I think the      higher being is happy and content that I believe in  such existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I need      to have more faith with my parents, just as much as they have faith in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Confusion      and sadness renders me useless and melancholic. I do  not like this about      myself. I should do something about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have      more appreciation of my height more than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Since my favorite number is 8. I will stop there. Happy Birthday to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413507460780872189-3505465449524436034?l=silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com/feeds/3505465449524436034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413507460780872189&amp;postID=3505465449524436034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413507460780872189/posts/default/3505465449524436034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413507460780872189/posts/default/3505465449524436034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com/2010/09/27-is-just-number-higher-than-26.html' title='27 is just a number higher than 26'/><author><name>silverprodigy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10609498013835554383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img101.mytextgraphics.com/photolava/2007/06/17/74-46ufn57j7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413507460780872189.post-3477116778389970623</id><published>2010-08-25T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T10:38:24.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mall of Asia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gelato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wandersoles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophia lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abbondanza Pizzeria Ristorante'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abbondanza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silverprodigy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOA'/><title type='text'>“Calamari Ripieni… Zuppa Rustica… Fruti di mare pizza… Abbondanza Pizzeria Ristorante”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As a lover of Italian food and squid, I was ecstatic when I first heard from my longest running friend, Sophia Lee, that their family would be part owners of a soon to be opened Italian Restaurant. After three years, &lt;a href="http://abbondanzarestaurant.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abbondanza Pizzeria Ristorante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has always been my choice for excellent no non-sense Italian food, just like they do in Italy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/THVPNL0qViI/AAAAAAAAANM/TdDBgQVwMTk/s1600/front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509396807088231970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/THVPNL0qViI/AAAAAAAAANM/TdDBgQVwMTk/s320/front.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To state the obvious, my top three favorites at Abbondanza are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/THVO4NsrYUI/AAAAAAAAANE/dWAdRVrbCfA/s1600/calamari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509396446814363970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/THVO4NsrYUI/AAAAAAAAANE/dWAdRVrbCfA/s320/calamari.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calamari Ripieni&lt;/strong&gt; - Stuffed Squid Rings packed with squid stuffing, added with herbs and spices to taste, covered with red sauce. Although I am biased with squid dishes (as I think squid is the most awesome thing to enter my mouth), the stuffing intrigued me that I even asked my friend’s mom what else was mixed with it, when I would usually just gobble up the squid. I can tell you hands down, that it is the only squid dish that I eat slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/THVOkch5XiI/AAAAAAAAAM8/z61HQAvbGqY/s1600/zuppa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509396107198291490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/THVOkch5XiI/AAAAAAAAAM8/z61HQAvbGqY/s320/zuppa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zuppa Rustica&lt;/strong&gt; – My favorite soup in their menu! I had the chance to try it before they introduced it to their menu and it blew me away (literally!). Honestly, I have never tried anything like it before. Porcini mushrooms, Arborio rice, parmesan cheese and chili pepper makes this an instant hit best eaten during a rainy day or a "I don't feel like sharing my food" day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/THVNxV75aDI/AAAAAAAAAM0/BPTFOErhiqg/s1600/fruti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509395229254969394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/THVNxV75aDI/AAAAAAAAAM0/BPTFOErhiqg/s320/fruti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fruti di Mare Pizza&lt;/strong&gt; – My choice of pizza topped with generously served Squid, Shrimps, Mussels and Tuna. A must for seafood lovers, and may I say, I can finish a whole 12-inch by myself in one seating (but only if alone and feeling selfish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, me and some friends were fortunate enough to be given a chance to sample some of their dishes after opening a branch at SM Mall of Asia. The servers greeted us with enthusiasm and my good friend Candie was asked by my friend’s dad , Tito Donn, if she wanted to try to make her own pizza. Ofcourse, Candie did not pass up the chance and decided to make her own Al Quattro Formaggi (Four Cheese) Pizza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/THVNctv8HaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KrwVJH-10TU/s1600/cands1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509394874870013346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/THVNctv8HaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KrwVJH-10TU/s320/cands1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Candie as if looking inside a candy store…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/THVNKyIqu6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/ZZB2SZIHk1Y/s1600/cands2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509394566809828258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/THVNKyIqu6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/ZZB2SZIHk1Y/s320/cands2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Candie making sure the dough can hold all the cheese she’s planning to put on her very own Al Quattro Formaggi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were then served with several other dishes such as &lt;strong&gt;Risotto con Osso Buco&lt;/strong&gt; (A must-try for first time visitors), &lt;strong&gt;Pollo Arrosto&lt;/strong&gt; (Roasted Italian chicken for health-conscious eaters), &lt;strong&gt;Salsice al Vino Biance with Baked Potatoes&lt;/strong&gt; (Flavorful Italian Sausage served with baked cheese potatoes that I would care to finish) and ofcourse, the almighty &lt;strong&gt;Abbondanza Pizza&lt;/strong&gt; (27-inch thin crust pizza and your choice of up to four flavors. I can also finish this by myself in one seating.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/THVM4jPp6aI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rfgHunOVVM4/s1600/risotto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509394253574957474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/THVM4jPp6aI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rfgHunOVVM4/s320/risotto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Risotto con Osso Buco)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/THVMjEbxeVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9nMnBZwMXJU/s1600/pollo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509393884527032658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/THVMjEbxeVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9nMnBZwMXJU/s320/pollo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Pollo Arrosto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/THVL9dmc7XI/AAAAAAAAAMM/dGKwPYVKJgA/s1600/sausage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509393238447680882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/THVL9dmc7XI/AAAAAAAAAMM/dGKwPYVKJgA/s320/sausage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Salsice al Vino Biance with Baked Potatoes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/THVLdl-hn0I/AAAAAAAAAME/u1zkPjjcSPY/s1600/pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509392690940321602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/THVLdl-hn0I/AAAAAAAAAME/u1zkPjjcSPY/s320/pizza.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (The Abbondanza Pizza)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top of the night… what would an Italian meal be without a proper dessert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/THVK1-UjgyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/BtwlstCd9S8/s1600/dessert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509392010280403746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/THVK1-UjgyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/BtwlstCd9S8/s320/dessert.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Tiramisu, Crema Catalana and Panna Cotta)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So if you find yourself in SM Mall of Asia, head to Abbondanza and look for Tita Ginn or Tito Donn, tell them Zara sent you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/THVJ_am66HI/AAAAAAAAALs/s67x0zgXI_M/s1600/dg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509391072980822130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/THVJ_am66HI/AAAAAAAAALs/s67x0zgXI_M/s320/dg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://abbondanzarestaurant.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abbondanza Pizzeria Ristorante&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;is located at 2/F Entertainment Mall, SM Mall of Asia fronting San Miguel by the Bay with operating hours of 11:00 am to 9:00 pm, Monday to Friday, and 11:00 am to 10:30 pm, Saturday to Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* As of this writing, Abbondanza has decided to move their branch at Pasig City to SM Megamall.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413507460780872189-3477116778389970623?l=silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com/feeds/3477116778389970623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413507460780872189&amp;postID=3477116778389970623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413507460780872189/posts/default/3477116778389970623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413507460780872189/posts/default/3477116778389970623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com/2010/08/calamari-ripieni-zuppa-rustica-fruti-di.html' title='“Calamari Ripieni… Zuppa Rustica… Fruti di mare pizza… Abbondanza Pizzeria Ristorante”'/><author><name>silverprodigy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10609498013835554383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img101.mytextgraphics.com/photolava/2007/06/17/74-46ufn57j7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/THVPNL0qViI/AAAAAAAAANM/TdDBgQVwMTk/s72-c/front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413507460780872189.post-7627343445110610713</id><published>2010-04-27T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T03:24:13.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ford escape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silverprodigy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wanderlass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wandersoles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indayguapa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='layas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banggigay'/><title type='text'>An escape like no other</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Having lived in Manila since 2005, I was a solitary hungry “sole” out for adventure, looking to find people to explore the world with. I finally found "solemates" who share the same passion and vigor in seeking to make everyday exciting: we called ourselves the &lt;a href="http://www.wandersoles.com/"&gt;Wandersoles&lt;/a&gt;, aptly named because of our shared love for travel and adventure. Our group is composed of five headstrong career women: there’s me, an insurance adjuster, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wanderlass.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lilliane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; who is a garments entrepreneur, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://banggigay.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Vangie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; a civil engineer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indayguapa.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Beth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, an advertising maven, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://layas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lu-Ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, a public relations director. As distinct as we may be individually, as a group, we are driven by each other’s zeal for finding the best places to get our feet wet and dirty. Between the five of us, there is literally never a dull moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/S9cPTjQdUPI/AAAAAAAAALU/rXUwj9Cw_n4/s1600/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464853501393588466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/S9cPTjQdUPI/AAAAAAAAALU/rXUwj9Cw_n4/s320/group.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Through the years, we have hopped on and off of our share of planes, buses, and ships, and it was just our good fortune that we were generously offered by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ford.com.ph/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ford Philippines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; to road-test the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ford.com.ph/servlet/ContentServer?cid=1137383108180&amp;amp;pagename=FPH%2FDFYPage%2FFord-Default&amp;amp;c=DFYPage&amp;amp;site=FPH"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ford 2010 Escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; on our next trip. Since we are all scuba divers, choosing Anilao, Batangas as our escape to test the Escape’s limits was a no-brainer. With four Manila drivers inside the car, we took turns in driving the Escape to Anilao. Being a lover of long drives myself, I quite enjoyed cruising the road while listening to my ipod playlist. Before we knew it, we arrived at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.planetdive.com.ph/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Planet Dive Resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, very much excited for the adventure that tomorrow’s dive would bring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/S9cPJremCFI/AAAAAAAAALM/f8nToGwS7Rc/s1600/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464853331801671762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/S9cPJremCFI/AAAAAAAAALM/f8nToGwS7Rc/s320/car.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Our first dive was at Beatrice where we spotted an octopus camouflaging at the wrong time. Our second dive was at Mainit and its reputation for strong currents did not disappoint us. Our last dive was at Twin Rocks, a marine sanctuary conveniently located infront of the resort and a guarantee for trigger fish sightings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/S9cO7EVvgSI/AAAAAAAAALE/J52gbM5RejE/s1600/dive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464853080777392418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/S9cO7EVvgSI/AAAAAAAAALE/J52gbM5RejE/s320/dive.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So what made this an escape like no other? Is it the ride? The company? The journey? The destination? It’s all of it and having the sense that this is just one day of more exciting adventures to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/S9cODWlssYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GngbVOWTjEs/s1600/zone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464852123603480962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/S9cODWlssYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GngbVOWTjEs/s320/zone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; DISPLAY: inline !important; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It’s not where you’ve been, it’s where you’re going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413507460780872189-7627343445110610713?l=silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com/feeds/7627343445110610713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413507460780872189&amp;postID=7627343445110610713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413507460780872189/posts/default/7627343445110610713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413507460780872189/posts/default/7627343445110610713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com/2010/04/escape-like-no-other.html' title='An escape like no other'/><author><name>silverprodigy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10609498013835554383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img101.mytextgraphics.com/photolava/2007/06/17/74-46ufn57j7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/S9cPTjQdUPI/AAAAAAAAALU/rXUwj9Cw_n4/s72-c/group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413507460780872189.post-6920817199569779758</id><published>2008-03-13T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T10:59:20.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that little small town in belgium called brugge...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9lNvsRnQCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/accDgrBhxkc/s1600-h/IMG_1808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177254728373321762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9lNvsRnQCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/accDgrBhxkc/s320/IMG_1808.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;brugge is a pretty small place where one can easily walk around town in 10 minutes... cobblestone roads... dutch people riding their bikes... the town square that had everything... my first realization that fries are actually called chips at this part of the world and that it's best eaten with mayo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9lH1MRnQBI/AAAAAAAAACs/I_FhE_Ckmt0/s1600-h/IMG_1813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177248225792835602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9lH1MRnQBI/AAAAAAAAACs/I_FhE_Ckmt0/s320/IMG_1813.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; seriously... this house is too cute to describe... but i guess it's typical if you're from brugge... the dutch and their canals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9lHz8RnP_I/AAAAAAAAACc/zaxYI5E30qo/s1600-h/DSC01251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177248204317999090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9lHz8RnP_I/AAAAAAAAACc/zaxYI5E30qo/s320/DSC01251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; belgian mussels!!! i couldn't get enough... i think  we got two orders of mussels provencial... i think i spelled it right... i think we finished it off... if i'm not mistaken one pot of mussels was about 20 euros... yes, i am willing to spend that much for a pot of mussels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9lH0cRnQAI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y1mWLx_36rY/s1600-h/IMG_1804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177248212907933698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9lH0cRnQAI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y1mWLx_36rY/s320/IMG_1804.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i really can't recall what his significance is in brugge... so sue me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9lNx8RnQEI/AAAAAAAAADE/LXPc9nPzuGI/s1600-h/IMG_1845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177254767028027458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9lNx8RnQEI/AAAAAAAAADE/LXPc9nPzuGI/s320/IMG_1845.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;who hasn't heard of rin tin tin?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9lNw8RnQDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/O-6hzaZ0oBY/s1600-h/IMG_1843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177254749848158258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9lNw8RnQDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/O-6hzaZ0oBY/s320/IMG_1843.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yup! that's one side of the town square! i think that's the post office back there... i know, cause i sent a bunch of postcards to peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to kick myself over this... but the most memorable experience for me in brugge was meeting a lesbian jewish prostitute from san francisco... and apparently... it cannot be denied... she had a thing for me... oh dear lord! now why can't she be a man... a manwhore!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413507460780872189-6920817199569779758?l=silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com/feeds/6920817199569779758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413507460780872189&amp;postID=6920817199569779758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413507460780872189/posts/default/6920817199569779758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413507460780872189/posts/default/6920817199569779758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com/2008/03/that-little-small-town-in-belgium.html' title='that little small town in belgium called brugge...'/><author><name>silverprodigy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10609498013835554383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img101.mytextgraphics.com/photolava/2007/06/17/74-46ufn57j7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9lNvsRnQCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/accDgrBhxkc/s72-c/IMG_1808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413507460780872189.post-5206677953155234512</id><published>2008-03-13T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:44:54.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to 2005 quick recap.... let's go to amsterdam!</title><content type='html'>just want to make a quick recap of my travels on 2005... i guess i should just post my fave photos on each of the cities... might take a couple of entries before finishing... but hell! its my blog... my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... so ive posted london... moving on to amsterdam!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9k8XMRnP6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/s8HcwezWwI8/s1600-h/DSC01304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177235615768854434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9k8XMRnP6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/s8HcwezWwI8/s320/DSC01304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fave food in europe by far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its raw herring in a bread... i love fish... i like bread... can't ask for more... although i know that it wouldn't suit well with everyone's pallet, heck i still love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9k8WMRnP5I/AAAAAAAAABs/UgnFIkaHUUU/s1600-h/DSC01252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177235598588985234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9k8WMRnP5I/AAAAAAAAABs/UgnFIkaHUUU/s320/DSC01252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can anyone go to amsterdam without drinking a heine... downed a couple of glasses at our hostel, hans brinker, where people smell like weed in the morning, afternoon and evening... people! there are other things in amsterdam besides weed... like um... er....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9k-TcRnP9I/AAAAAAAAACM/VbcZy6SLE2E/s1600-h/DSC01305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177237750367600594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9k-TcRnP9I/AAAAAAAAACM/VbcZy6SLE2E/s320/DSC01305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anne frank house!!! im really into the history of world war II but i never really appreciated reading her diary while i was in elementary until i visited their hiding place... i think everyone who has been there agrees with me when i say that it's one of the loneliest places on earth... to be in a cramped space with a lot of people and yet not being able to share a loud laugh and have a shouting fest with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9k-UcRnP-I/AAAAAAAAACU/igXMInn7MOA/s1600-h/DSC01314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177237767547469794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9k-UcRnP-I/AAAAAAAAACU/igXMInn7MOA/s320/DSC01314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for some culture... ofcourse i went to the van gogh museum... i think they were having an exhibition about egon shiel... erotica baby!!! very different from the subdued pieces at rijks musuem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9k8ZcRnP8I/AAAAAAAAACE/Y57mP8F3Zn4/s1600-h/DSC01323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177235654423560130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9k8ZcRnP8I/AAAAAAAAACE/Y57mP8F3Zn4/s320/DSC01323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave you guessing about this last pic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413507460780872189-5206677953155234512?l=silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com/feeds/5206677953155234512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413507460780872189&amp;postID=5206677953155234512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413507460780872189/posts/default/5206677953155234512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413507460780872189/posts/default/5206677953155234512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-to-2005-quick-recap.html' title='back to 2005 quick recap.... let&apos;s go to amsterdam!'/><author><name>silverprodigy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10609498013835554383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img101.mytextgraphics.com/photolava/2007/06/17/74-46ufn57j7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9k8XMRnP6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/s8HcwezWwI8/s72-c/DSC01304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413507460780872189.post-1244860961963671164</id><published>2008-03-12T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:44:55.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007... that's soooo last year...</title><content type='html'>Just checked my blogspot account and realized that my last post was sometime on july 2007 and i was still writing about 2005... too late to catch up now... a lot has happened last year... and this will be my attempt to summarize all that i can remember at the top of my head... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to egypt on april 2007... rekindled my romance with my travel shoes... i had travel withdrawal sypmtoms and made some horrible decisions after that... i should have learned from my first travel withdrawal on 2005... wtf?!?! somehow, i managed to screw things up both my professional and personal life... stupid stupid stupid... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, here are some of my egypt photos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9fZMsRnP0I/AAAAAAAAABE/JZwVUYnetok/s1600-h/554b-DSC01445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176845108752367426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9fZMsRnP0I/AAAAAAAAABE/JZwVUYnetok/s320/554b-DSC01445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i took the camel photo while going down mt. sinai... my knees were already starting to shake... the temperature was increasing minute by minute... and needed to take a piss soo bad... then all of the sudden... there was this huge camel parked on a post that caught my eye... the post had markings saying "may peace prevail on earth" and i just couldn't get over the fact that the camel was looking towards the sky as if it saw something bigger than itself... remarkable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9fWTMRnPzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Kt2hnaIftx8/s1600-h/54-IMG_2426.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9fZNcRnP1I/AAAAAAAAABM/zUMNocbRFiY/s1600-h/523-DSC01424.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9fZOcRnP4I/AAAAAAAAABk/VpKwDtmwQKE/s1600-h/430-dp32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176845138817138562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9fZOcRnP4I/AAAAAAAAABk/VpKwDtmwQKE/s320/430-dp32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is half of the egyptian group, aka younglings... thats (top) matt, pilar, dave, (bottom) me, van, taylor and marna... it was good times on our boat m/s melodie... we just had our second egyptian night i think and we were all drunk with our stellas... oh, i do miss stella!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have way too many photos that couldn't possibly fit in this entry... well, here's one of my jumping photos at one of the temples at luxor... and another jumping photo with my official travel buddy van at the colossi of m????? oh dear lord, i need to research what the place is called again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9fZOMRnP3I/AAAAAAAAABc/hlhe471YQqc/s1600-h/472-IMG_3038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176845134522171250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9fZOMRnP3I/AAAAAAAAABc/hlhe471YQqc/s320/472-IMG_3038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9fZNcRnP1I/AAAAAAAAABM/zUMNocbRFiY/s1600-h/523-DSC01424.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9fZNsRnP2I/AAAAAAAAABU/7cfGh5Uxlns/s1600-h/484-IMG_3051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176845125932236642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9fZNsRnP2I/AAAAAAAAABU/7cfGh5Uxlns/s320/484-IMG_3051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there you have it for now... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9fZNcRnP1I/AAAAAAAAABM/zUMNocbRFiY/s1600-h/523-DSC01424.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413507460780872189-1244860961963671164?l=silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com/feeds/1244860961963671164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413507460780872189&amp;postID=1244860961963671164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413507460780872189/posts/default/1244860961963671164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413507460780872189/posts/default/1244860961963671164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com/2008/03/2007-thats-soooo-last-year.html' title='2007... that&apos;s soooo last year...'/><author><name>silverprodigy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10609498013835554383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img101.mytextgraphics.com/photolava/2007/06/17/74-46ufn57j7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/R9fZMsRnP0I/AAAAAAAAABE/JZwVUYnetok/s72-c/554b-DSC01445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413507460780872189.post-3027745487666160403</id><published>2007-07-03T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:44:55.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/RopAIMvr9WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mNUUylCE2Zg/s1600-h/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082945639045395810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/RopAIMvr9WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mNUUylCE2Zg/s320/017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my happy snaps tales begins in the famous city of London, home of Princes William and Harry... our flight from Vancouver to London took 9 hours, it was the longest 9 hours of my life... we landed at Gatwick airport and we still had to take a 30 minute train to London Bridge station and from there we walked towards Borough High St. and reached our hostel, St. Christoper's Inn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've never been in a dorm type of setting place before, but this trip required me to be open minded and i could not afford to get a private room. as soon as we got settled, me and van rushed out to Borough High St. and ventured the city of London. As any crazy tourist would do on their first day, we took the Tube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The London Underground, "The Tube", is so much better than the Skytrain at Vancouver. The stations were sometimes across each other and all the must-see places were quite accessible. We rode the tube all night long, no pun intended, so much so that we got into the wrong connection a couple of times. Hey, I think even Londoners get lost at their own Tube. We did pretty well for a first time Tube commuter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/RopUL8vr9XI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T9lZkFu7mzM/s1600-h/054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082967693702460786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/RopUL8vr9XI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T9lZkFu7mzM/s320/054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we were enjoying going round and round the Tube, we suddenly realized that we had not eaten anything since we landed at Gatwick airport. By this time, we had not eaten since we landed at Gatwick airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got back at our hostel, low and behold, it was cheap beer night at the pub below... ofcourse we can't pass on that. After seeing the very attractive advertising, we forgot our hunger and ordered a pint of beer. After several pints of beer, we realized that it karaoke night and weird guy came up to me and told me i was next. I must have been really drunk cause I found myself holding the mic and singing "Ironic" by Alanis Morisette. It was a blast though. A great prelude on what was to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413507460780872189-3027745487666160403?l=silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com/feeds/3027745487666160403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413507460780872189&amp;postID=3027745487666160403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413507460780872189/posts/default/3027745487666160403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413507460780872189/posts/default/3027745487666160403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-happy-snaps-tales-begins-in-famous.html' title=''/><author><name>silverprodigy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10609498013835554383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img101.mytextgraphics.com/photolava/2007/06/17/74-46ufn57j7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/RopAIMvr9WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mNUUylCE2Zg/s72-c/017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413507460780872189.post-5934258919119943969</id><published>2007-06-26T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T11:07:09.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the limbo and all that it entails...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/RoEK8Dft_JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0ECP76aJG_0/s1600-h/053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080353881497402514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/RoEK8Dft_JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0ECP76aJG_0/s320/053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have you ever felt like you were born to follow a cobblestone pathway and just wanted to feel dirt in between your toes? Have you ever felt like waking up every morning and feeling like it was yesterday? Have you ever felt like dragging your feet to the same place every single minute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was me in 2004 during my last months in college. I was almost done with my program but I still wasn't sure what I wanted to do with my life. I was in this deep limbo, neither wanting to be here nor there. No direction, nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I wasn't alone with this dilemna. My high school friend, Van was sharing the same sentiments in life. We would always be talking about being some place different from Vancouver, or for me, different from the Philippines. We talked about it constantly and incessantly until we decided that travelling to Europe would be a great way to find our place in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, Van was already busy with her career as a Marketing person at company in Vancouver. On the other hand, I was busy with finishing with my school and working for a Physiotherapy clinic, doing all sorts of things. It was incredibly different from what I wanted my life to be. Nevertheless, I still sticked with it since I thought it was an easy way to earn money for our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the long story short, we quit our jobs and left Vancouver on June 2005. Thus, the beginning of my happy snaps tales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413507460780872189-5934258919119943969?l=silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com/feeds/5934258919119943969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413507460780872189&amp;postID=5934258919119943969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413507460780872189/posts/default/5934258919119943969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413507460780872189/posts/default/5934258919119943969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com/2007/06/limbo-and-all-that-it-entails.html' title='the limbo and all that it entails...'/><author><name>silverprodigy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10609498013835554383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img101.mytextgraphics.com/photolava/2007/06/17/74-46ufn57j7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vaBtejEBkpo/RoEK8Dft_JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0ECP76aJG_0/s72-c/053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413507460780872189.post-5804974708716066076</id><published>2007-06-17T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T06:24:54.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally... I found a home...</title><content type='html'>I've decided that blogger will be my online home to park my photos, comments, journal entries and my blah blah blahs in life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413507460780872189-5804974708716066076?l=silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com/feeds/5804974708716066076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413507460780872189&amp;postID=5804974708716066076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413507460780872189/posts/default/5804974708716066076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413507460780872189/posts/default/5804974708716066076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverprodigyandthehappysnapstales.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally-i-found-home.html' title='Finally... 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