<?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-8403652067659889569</id><updated>2011-12-10T07:39:25.874-08:00</updated><category term='sweet memory'/><category term='Elizabethtown'/><category term='DIY'/><category term='street art'/><category term='figurines'/><category term='love hurts'/><category term='lomography'/><category term='song'/><category term='short film'/><category term='perfume'/><category term='art'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='winter'/><category term='Future'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='lifestyle'/><category term='arte'/><category term='artist'/><category term='summer'/><category term='spike jonze'/><category term='travel'/><category term='thai designer'/><category term='Robbie Williams'/><category term='Siam Square'/><category term='sky train'/><category term='Thailand flood 2011'/><category term='angel'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='where the wild things are'/><category term='native american'/><category term='kiss'/><category term='Polyvore.com'/><category term='Disney princess'/><category term='notebook'/><category term='lazy day'/><category term='therapy'/><category term='proverb'/><category term='reality'/><category term='Toys'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='photography'/><category term='Dreamcatcher'/><category term='California'/><category term='cartoon'/><category term='shit'/><category term='party'/><category term='music'/><category term='D.I.Y.'/><category term='Growing-up'/><category term='Renaissance'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='arcade fire'/><category term='life'/><category term='My sister&apos;s keeper'/><category term='figures'/><category term='ELLE Fashion week'/><category term='bangkok art and cultural center'/><category term='ipod'/><category term='hobby'/><category term='exhibition'/><category term='film'/><category term='dolls'/><category term='love'/><category term='Laos'/><category term='bangkok'/><category term='Thailand'/><title type='text'>"Vissi d'arte, vissi d'amore" by Eva S.</title><subtitle type='html'>"I live for art...I live for love"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-2535448657077726319</id><published>2011-12-10T07:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T07:39:25.890-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spike jonze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love hurts'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'Amore : "I'm here"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Love is a many-splendid thing"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For us human, with flesh and bones, when Love hurts us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;we get hurt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So there are times, I thought to myself,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Maybe it's better if we are robots. I don't wanna feel anything. It's too painful."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I think there are many out there who feel the same...&lt;i&gt;right&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but well, see this. And you'll see that Love hurts "artificial" hearts too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/6OY1EXZt4ok/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6OY1EXZt4ok&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6OY1EXZt4ok&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6OY1EXZt4ok"&gt;"I'm here" (2010) a short film by Spike Jonze&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, it's true that "love hurts". It's a universal truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Still, I love this movie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eva S.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.pigeonsandplanes.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/imheremovie.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://cdn.pigeonsandplanes.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/imheremovie.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://pigeonsandplanes.com/2010/12/im-here-spike-jonze-film-soundtrack.html" target="_blank"&gt;Photo Credit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-2535448657077726319?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/2535448657077726319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=2535448657077726319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/2535448657077726319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/2535448657077726319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2011/12/vissi-damore-im-here.html' title='Vissi d&apos;Amore : &quot;I&apos;m here&quot;'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-1908026183593201010</id><published>2011-10-28T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:00:15.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand flood 2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bangkok'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'Amore : I love my city</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I have questions.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;If you sit on a chair...only one chair...everyday...the same chair...would you feel attached to it?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;If you talk to someone...only one person...everyday...the same person...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;would you feel connected with that person?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;If you walk on a street...only one street...everyday...the same street...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;would you feel acquainted with that path?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;If you sleep in a room...only one room...everyday...the same room...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;would you feel at home with that place?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and if you live in a city..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;in which you can find the chair you feel attached to...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;in which people you are connected live...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;in which you find the streets you walk everyday...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;in which you find your home...all your life...would you feel protective of it?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I would say &lt;i&gt;"i do"&lt;/i&gt; for all the above questions.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love my city. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;And now all my pray goes to the survival of it...the recovery of it...and all the people who live in this city. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Please be strong.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;(Thailand Flood 2011)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0me36XyQICQ/TqrNzs3_2EI/AAAAAAAAAPA/58XRR_QMicA/s1600/307727_10150348734690878_696895877_8416817_1166089298_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0me36XyQICQ/TqrNzs3_2EI/AAAAAAAAAPA/58XRR_QMicA/s400/307727_10150348734690878_696895877_8416817_1166089298_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Goodnight, Bangkok.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Eva S&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-1908026183593201010?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/1908026183593201010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=1908026183593201010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/1908026183593201010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/1908026183593201010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2011/10/vissi-damore-i-love-my-city.html' title='Vissi d&apos;Amore : I love my city'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0me36XyQICQ/TqrNzs3_2EI/AAAAAAAAAPA/58XRR_QMicA/s72-c/307727_10150348734690878_696895877_8416817_1166089298_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-6242396613356968906</id><published>2011-10-28T07:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T08:59:47.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Phase 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Where was I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on a quest to search for my lost soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look what I found...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i7hDDAwY7Pk/TqrA-sqbubI/AAAAAAAAAOk/GfMr4o00Npk/s1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668555264372750770" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i7hDDAwY7Pk/TqrA-sqbubI/AAAAAAAAAOk/GfMr4o00Npk/s320/us.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 298px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-awC2UnrwDEk/TqrA-ZzYC3I/AAAAAAAAAOc/tT2FYyajccg/s1600/glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668555259309984626" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-awC2UnrwDEk/TqrA-ZzYC3I/AAAAAAAAAOc/tT2FYyajccg/s320/glasses.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 298px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-US_ZApqWIp4/TqrA9wvvgQI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ZVMiQSCjNrk/s1600/eva%2Bmig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668555248288891138" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-US_ZApqWIp4/TqrA9wvvgQI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ZVMiQSCjNrk/s320/eva%2Bmig.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 298px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E6sa_Sdmd4I/TqrA943RkHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/NjFG4fG2NRQ/s1600/palm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668555250467967090" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E6sa_Sdmd4I/TqrA943RkHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/NjFG4fG2NRQ/s320/palm.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 298px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i4RK1x4V5Ms/TqrA9nZf22I/AAAAAAAAAN4/wv8pJlC4pBw/s1600/pier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668555245779671906" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i4RK1x4V5Ms/TqrA9nZf22I/AAAAAAAAAN4/wv8pJlC4pBw/s320/pier.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 298px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eva S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-6242396613356968906?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/6242396613356968906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=6242396613356968906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/6242396613356968906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/6242396613356968906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2011/10/phase-2.html' title='Phase 2'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i7hDDAwY7Pk/TqrA-sqbubI/AAAAAAAAAOk/GfMr4o00Npk/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-3659825873687338027</id><published>2011-03-03T20:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T20:36:04.051-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bangkok'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'Arte # 19 : bits and pieces of a metropolitan life</title><content type='html'>It's just another day in the city. So many people in the street. Crowded train. And now I'm trying the new blogging application on iPhone. Technology makes possibilities bigger but people's hearts smaller. But, in my small space, I still enjoy the life in living. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TXBrbYV1Z2I/AAAAAAAAANk/DwOzflu-nzA/s288/My%20Uploaded%20Photos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Even the smallest and overlooked spot in the city can become quite inspiring piece of art with the help of a good perspective. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Enjoy life wherever you are. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Eva S.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-3659825873687338027?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/3659825873687338027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=3659825873687338027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/3659825873687338027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/3659825873687338027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2011/03/vissi-d-19-bits-and-pieces-of.html' title='Vissi d&amp;#39;Arte # 19 : bits and pieces of a metropolitan life'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TXBrbYV1Z2I/AAAAAAAAANk/DwOzflu-nzA/s72-c/My%20Uploaded%20Photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-7221279905482868700</id><published>2011-02-01T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T08:28:28.593-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'arte # 18 : My little film project</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/McdYlIntdz8" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for laughter's sake. You know, it's quite rare lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to eat it at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-7221279905482868700?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/7221279905482868700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=7221279905482868700&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/7221279905482868700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/7221279905482868700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2011/02/vissi-darte-18-my-little-film-project.html' title='Vissi d&apos;arte # 18 : My little film project'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/McdYlIntdz8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-1784618307035984358</id><published>2011-01-16T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T22:38:59.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where the wild things are'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arcade fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>vissi d'OST # 3 : Where are you, my fluffy friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's the good of growing up if you have to lose your fluffy friends in the end?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oAai9x-0BtA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oAai9x-0BtA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wake up" - The Arcade Fire&lt;br /&gt;from the movie &lt;a href="http://wherethewildthingsare.warnerbros.com/dvd/"&gt;"Where the wild things are"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-1784618307035984358?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/1784618307035984358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=1784618307035984358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/1784618307035984358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/1784618307035984358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2011/01/vissi-dost-3-where-are-you-my-fluffy.html' title='vissi d&apos;OST # 3 : Where are you, my fluffy friends?'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-2948280115585460034</id><published>2011-01-12T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T18:44:16.655-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My sister&apos;s keeper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'OST # 2 : Embrace the different sides of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; always takes us to different places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, we may face many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;em&gt;happiness&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;miracles,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;heartaches,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;heartbreaks...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we've gotta learn to embrace the fact that &lt;em&gt;life has many aspects&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among tears, there might be a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the same time, among those smiles, you can also find tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what makes life amazing, that's what makes it &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is "Life is beautiful" by Vega4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first heard it from the trailer of the movie &lt;a href="http://www.mysisterskeepermovie.com/"&gt;"My sister's keeper".&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen this tear-jerking movie but I've heard about its awesomness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jIDh-cPqm2Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jIDh-cPqm2Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is now showing in the local cable this month. I think i've gotta see it at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day, dear readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva s.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-2948280115585460034?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/2948280115585460034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=2948280115585460034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/2948280115585460034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/2948280115585460034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2011/01/vissi-dost-2-embrace-different-sides-of.html' title='Vissi d&apos;OST # 2 : Embrace the different sides of life'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-5486463209056281353</id><published>2011-01-12T00:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T18:44:49.864-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'arte # 17 : Playing Fellini</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TS1gaWDadrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/oSeCgM4vcrQ/s1600/DSCF4206-gscale%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TS1gaWDadrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/oSeCgM4vcrQ/s400/DSCF4206-gscale%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561207120585193138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TS1ghYjzaSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/cRcyWC5rw9s/s1600/DSCF4222-2%2B-gscale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TS1ghYjzaSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/cRcyWC5rw9s/s400/DSCF4222-2%2B-gscale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561207241517000994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TS1gor-j6_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/LXkVed36Zp8/s1600/DSCF4207-gscale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TS1gor-j6_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/LXkVed36Zp8/s400/DSCF4207-gscale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561207366988590066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had too much free time.&lt;br /&gt;So I let my creativity lead me to somewhere. And here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eva S&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-5486463209056281353?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/5486463209056281353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=5486463209056281353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/5486463209056281353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/5486463209056281353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2011/01/vissi-darte-17-film-noir.html' title='Vissi d&apos;arte # 17 : Playing Fellini'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TS1gaWDadrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/oSeCgM4vcrQ/s72-c/DSCF4206-gscale%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-8871256477740207488</id><published>2011-01-10T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:08:52.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bangkok art and cultural center'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'arte # 16 : The answer to our lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greeting 1-11-11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I had a chance to visit Bangkok Art and Cultural Center. At first, my plan was to see the exhibition of Cesare Pavese, a famous italian writer, organised by the Italian Embassy, but destiny drew me into something else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into a small gallery in which there was an exhibition of a stone sculptor. There aren't many sculptures displayed at this gallery and it's even harder to find artists who would be there to talk to people who come to appreciate their works. But that day, I found everything i was &lt;em&gt;looking for&lt;/em&gt;; marble sculptures, the artist himself, and some answers I've been looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That day changed my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, for the last few months I felt so lost. I was forced to walk into the path that I don't belong. I was afraid to be myself and to choose and to make difficult decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Dante's words&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,"Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita, mi troverai per una selva oscura..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life offered me no map, and I found myself lost in a dark forest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I see. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I spent a good amount of time &lt;em&gt;interviewed&lt;/em&gt; the artist. From my previous courses, I've learned a few things about art. I love art and I do know well about marble masterpieces. So it was like we spoke the same language. But the thing that captivated me weren't only his astronising works but it was the story behind them and the story of the artist himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man graduated from a renowned university of technology in Thailand. Then he went on a journey in search of his soul and ended up getting a master degree in woman philosophy from India. He spent a good amount of year abroad...he wrote some books and finally sat down to work on the marble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyting seems like a series of events with no connection or coherence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked him, "Why did you become a marble sculptor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer was short but logical enough.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He said, "&lt;em&gt;Because I love it&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it! That's the answer of life. &lt;em&gt;That's what I was looking for&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter to what path life is leading you to. But in the end, we all have to come back and stick to &lt;em&gt;what we love&lt;/em&gt;. Because it's &lt;em&gt;who we are&lt;/em&gt;. You can't deny who you are, can you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do everything in the world if you love it. The artist learned the marble techniques by passion and look at him now! An eminent artist with numbers of marvelous works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that day, I came home and finally made a decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;It's time to catch up with the dream I left and to be who I was born to be.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TSvwHnBY0SI/AAAAAAAAAMY/De77VWOlgyI/s1600/script.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TSvwHnBY0SI/AAAAAAAAAMY/De77VWOlgyI/s400/script.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560802178443563298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is there anyone out there still trapped in a dark forest? It's time to step out and find the answers to your lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TSvvRAeg-nI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VoXbUgaNWzY/s1600/DSCF3984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TSvvRAeg-nI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VoXbUgaNWzY/s400/DSCF3984.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560801240383814258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The inspiring artist, Mr. Chanathip Chaiyayanggoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TSvvsOACF0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/m4Z30CKL0d8/s1600/DSCF4039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TSvvsOACF0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/m4Z30CKL0d8/s400/DSCF4039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560801707870525250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His exhibition&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TSvv56QlijI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/EsKABGSHE_w/s1600/DSCF4038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TSvv56QlijI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/EsKABGSHE_w/s400/DSCF4038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560801943089416754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Newspaper article about the artist and his works.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep looking and you will find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodluck, Eva S&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credit : me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-8871256477740207488?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/8871256477740207488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=8871256477740207488&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/8871256477740207488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/8871256477740207488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2011/01/vissi-darte-16-answer-to-our-lives.html' title='Vissi d&apos;arte # 16 : The answer to our lives'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TSvwHnBY0SI/AAAAAAAAAMY/De77VWOlgyI/s72-c/script.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-8779066875879960947</id><published>2011-01-01T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:41:36.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Siam Square'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'arte # 15 : A stranger's kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You are not alone."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough sometimes you think that nobody loves you.&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, there's always someone, even a stranger, who cares about you.&lt;br /&gt;And want to show their love to you.&lt;br /&gt;It's not important who that person is.&lt;br /&gt;It might be a she or a he.&lt;br /&gt;or it might be someone from the other side of the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;Just be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You are not alone"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who you are,&lt;br /&gt;or what's the reason why you are here.&lt;br /&gt;Just take this love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TR7ldTAtlJI/AAAAAAAAALw/S9eTEg03rxc/s1600/IMG01005-20101222-1204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TR7ldTAtlJI/AAAAAAAAALw/S9eTEg03rxc/s400/IMG01005-20101222-1204.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557131281703998610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me &lt;em&gt;kiss&lt;/em&gt; you too, &lt;em&gt;stranger!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, Eva S.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(About the photo: A street art I found when I was walking around Siam Square. Photo credit : Me&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-8779066875879960947?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/8779066875879960947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=8779066875879960947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/8779066875879960947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/8779066875879960947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2011/01/vissi-darte-15-strangers-kiss.html' title='Vissi d&apos;arte # 15 : A stranger&apos;s kiss'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TR7ldTAtlJI/AAAAAAAAALw/S9eTEg03rxc/s72-c/IMG01005-20101222-1204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-8012370086380766332</id><published>2010-12-31T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:17:29.799-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabethtown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'OST # 1 : Introducing "I live for music inspired by motion picture."</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year, all my fellow bloggers and my beloved readers!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all a magical and inspiring new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, new year, for most people, it's all about a &lt;em&gt;"fresh start", &lt;/em&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a start of something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the 1-1-11, I'm introducing you a new section of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called &lt;strong&gt;"Vissi d'OST".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting with a question ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Have you ever had a song from a movie that you just saw recently stuck in your mind all day? Or some music score that keeps playing over and over in your head and makes you wanna see that movie again?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some may say 'yes', some may say 'no'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me, &lt;em&gt;it happens to me...most of the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OST" stands for "Original Soundtracks". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this section, I'm bringing you songs from various movies. All the songs that have influenced me and inspired me. As you know, I'm a big movie geek and also a music freak. And these 2 things can't be separated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs that the filmmakers wisely put in their films are the most practical tool to capture the atmostphere of some certain scenes so that the viewers can enjoy the feeling conveyed through the acting and dialogues better and easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the first song for this entry : "Come pick me up" from Ryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dRnoh86FD2A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dRnoh86FD2A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the collection of freaking good music from the motion picture &lt;a href="http://www.elizabethtown.com/home.html"&gt;"Elizabethtown"&lt;/a&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who has seen "Elizabethtown" must remember this memorable moment when Drew (Orlando Bloom) and Claire (Kirsten Dunst), two lonely stranfers who met on the flight to Elizabethtown, were talking on the phone all night, sharing their stories, getting to know each other. And later, they decided to come out to meet each other at dawn. That's when the song is played. slow melody with the air of country song and with the feeling of loneliness shouting "come pick me up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's simply unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will leave you with the song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be inspired,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eva S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TR7irt9TymI/AAAAAAAAALo/DVGNy3OViPQ/s1600/elizabethtown-757875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TR7irt9TymI/AAAAAAAAALo/DVGNy3OViPQ/s400/elizabethtown-757875.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557128230920768098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Claire: "Don't forget! 60B!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Elizabethtown"&gt;Photocredit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-8012370086380766332?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/8012370086380766332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=8012370086380766332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/8012370086380766332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/8012370086380766332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2010/12/vissi-dost-1-introducing-i-live-for.html' title='Vissi d&apos;OST # 1 : Introducing &quot;I live for music inspired by motion picture.&quot;'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TR7irt9TymI/AAAAAAAAALo/DVGNy3OViPQ/s72-c/elizabethtown-757875.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-5155489279212424236</id><published>2010-12-07T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T19:53:45.791-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laos'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'arte # 14 : Intriguing exotic inspirations</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Odds and ends from the roadtrip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vientiane - Laos - Dec / 2010&lt;br /&gt;Nong Khai - Thailand - Dec / 2010&lt;br /&gt;Chieng Khan - Thailand - Dec / 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TP77lza4KSI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mS1q1n204gQ/s1600/DSC07854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TP77lza4KSI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mS1q1n204gQ/s400/DSC07854.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548148417843702050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What are you waiting for, Russian ladies?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Russian doll on a souvenir stall - Vientiane - Laos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TP771WPJjyI/AAAAAAAAAKk/hzKdl0RZlP8/s1600/DSC07864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TP771WPJjyI/AAAAAAAAAKk/hzKdl0RZlP8/s400/DSC07864.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548148684887789346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Aimless watch"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a random lady doll in a streetside stall - Vientiane - Laos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TP78N7SAAaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/27UMld_PVYc/s1600/DSC07949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TP78N7SAAaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/27UMld_PVYc/s400/DSC07949.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548149107148718498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Never get lost, pal"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two frog sculptures on the top of a tourist attraction sign - Nong Khai - Thailand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TP78g4XrRrI/AAAAAAAAAK0/UA-ajX2YGIE/s1600/DSC07859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TP78g4XrRrI/AAAAAAAAAK0/UA-ajX2YGIE/s400/DSC07859.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548149432784733874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ancestor's treasures, tourist's souvenirs"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ancient coins and buddha images at a souvenir shop - Vientiane - Laos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TP788_O7I0I/AAAAAAAAAK8/OeVhpMTlfzk/s1600/DSC08020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TP788_O7I0I/AAAAAAAAAK8/OeVhpMTlfzk/s400/DSC08020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548149915663409986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Roadside atelier"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a random street artist studio - Chieng Khan - Thailand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TP79ZZEzK5I/AAAAAAAAALE/5VTkWXYWu6U/s1600/DSC07872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TP79ZZEzK5I/AAAAAAAAALE/5VTkWXYWu6U/s400/DSC07872.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548150403636603794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The is where I was, where I am, and where I will be"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laos's l'Arc de Triomphe, as the country was once a colony of France - Vientiane - Laos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TP79sptQ88I/AAAAAAAAALM/fFheO-aa8ag/s1600/DSC07865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TP79sptQ88I/AAAAAAAAALM/fFheO-aa8ag/s400/DSC07865.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548150734518809538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Pilgrim's carriage"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuktuk - Vientiane - Laos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TP7-B2EaHHI/AAAAAAAAALU/-t8mDWfobJU/s1600/DSC08030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TP7-B2EaHHI/AAAAAAAAALU/-t8mDWfobJU/s400/DSC08030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548151098614357106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Playing Caravaggio"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me, tried to make a Chiaro scuro shot of my brother and cousins - Chieng Khan - Thailand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration is really everwhere. The only thing that matters is how you see it and capture it. So just tie your shoes and grab your camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;Eva S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All photo credits go to me ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TP8AYlkeH4I/AAAAAAAAALc/S2WYVx_-aWs/s1600/DSC07918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TP8AYlkeH4I/AAAAAAAAALc/S2WYVx_-aWs/s400/DSC07918.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548153688345681794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-5155489279212424236?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/5155489279212424236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=5155489279212424236&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/5155489279212424236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/5155489279212424236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2010/12/vissi-darte-14-intriguing-exotic.html' title='Vissi d&apos;arte # 14 : Intriguing exotic inspirations'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TP77lza4KSI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mS1q1n204gQ/s72-c/DSC07854.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-2021145149546356586</id><published>2010-12-01T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:46:05.245-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='figurines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'amore # 14 : Toys' stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Toys. The first extravagant items we want since we were little. I had heaps of toys when I was young. As time goes by, some toys were replaced by books, cosmetics, electronic devices or video games. But for some people, their toys have never left their places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toys are one of my passions. As in my previous entry about &lt;a href="http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2010/01/vissi-darte-10-unearth-underground.html"&gt;Underground Toy exhibition&lt;/a&gt; that I accidentally found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toys have stories of their own. Mine too, they have a lot to tell; the story of how they were found, the atmosphere of the place where they came from, the feeling of the person who gave them to me, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite ones are figurines, especially figurines from movies. The rarer they are, the more precious they become and in the same time, the older they are, the more precious and rarer they become...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPc2lDC_dZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ebJTWocgv_w/s1600/DSC07525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPc2lDC_dZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ebJTWocgv_w/s400/DSC07525.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545961476230968722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Gollum" From The Lord of The Rings : The Two Towers.One of the items in my rare collection. This one I got in 2002 from The Extended DVD collection. This limited edition could worth a lot in the next 10 years!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some travelled across the sea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPc3aWT_GkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-NOxfI-gumQ/s1600/DSC07533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPc3aWT_GkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-NOxfI-gumQ/s400/DSC07533.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545962391935588930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Harry Potter figurine". It was a gift from UK from my highschool best buddy. The year the first movie was premiered. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some didn't come easy. Some took months of searching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPc4FjBUQpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/pjif7ARt3F8/s1600/DSC07578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPc4FjBUQpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/pjif7ARt3F8/s400/DSC07578.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545963134081319570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mr. Spock and Spock Prime figurine" I just got these two guys recently. As the movie (Star Trek - 2009)was launched last year, it was quite impossible to find these two main characters. But after months of searching, I got them! (But I still can't find Captain Kirk)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By looking at one's toy box, it's fascinating how a piece of toy can tell so much of its owner. whether the owner is a boy or a girl. how they treat their toys. what's their passion in life. Some love girlish dolls because they adore beauty. Some collect figurines from their favorite movies as they want to materialize the feeling that a movie brings. Some born to be an architect, that's why they always carry a bucket of legos with them everywhere. etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here's the fun part...You can create your own story with your toy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPc6KweAwtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/1-RCQVrzDz8/s1600/DSC07546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPc6KweAwtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/1-RCQVrzDz8/s400/DSC07546.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545965422613938898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Or like me, when I brought fairy tale to the next level! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPc9PqRwgKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1DX8lbAJ9Ls/s1600/DSC07521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPc9PqRwgKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1DX8lbAJ9Ls/s400/DSC07521.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545968805386158242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although they are not Ken and Barbie, they can make a lovely couple, right, Tinker Bell? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no one is too old for toys. Keep your toys, especially your childhood toys, close to your heart for they can be a gateway to bring you back to those good old days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(photo credit - ME)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-2021145149546356586?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/2021145149546356586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=2021145149546356586&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/2021145149546356586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/2021145149546356586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2010/12/vissi-damore-14-toys-stories.html' title='Vissi d&apos;amore # 14 : Toys&apos; stories'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPc2lDC_dZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ebJTWocgv_w/s72-c/DSC07525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-6879723872727073908</id><published>2010-09-22T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T10:10:44.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'arte # 13 : cartoonization</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Drawing can be a creative hobby, a way to relax, even a career for some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, drawing is a way to let my mind sink deep into my subconcious...to see what's buried deep in my mind and then make that thought visible as a figure on a plain paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing cartoon or manga is something I do since I was a kid. In my middle school days, I even made my own comic book out of a school notebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was raised by imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't agree when people say "I can't draw." or "I don't know how to draw."&lt;br /&gt;I don't know either.&lt;br /&gt;I've never attended a drawing class seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to draw people. I draw my friends, my brother, even imaginary people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When drawing real people, your friends for example, to make your drawing look alike those people, you have to observe them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to spend time gazing at my friends photos to find their distinctive points before i start to transform them into a cartoon character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And surprisingly that moment can make you see something in them that you've never noticed before, like how beautiful their eyes are or how thin their lips are. Also the memories of the time you spent with them will come to you like a flashback in your mind. Then by the time you start drawing, you will realized that you have just spent a good amount of time letting yourself sinking in your memories.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TJoyzUqPNJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_wapyB8oCFc/s1600/IMG00184-20100922-2255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TJoyzUqPNJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_wapyB8oCFc/s400/IMG00184-20100922-2255.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519780150596547730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me, doing some drawing of my friends in Disney cartoon style.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, just a little help of your imagination, anyone who is capable to move their hand by holding a pencil can draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TJo0KRM3TBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yNZGmA23B4E/s1600/rafa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TJo0KRM3TBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yNZGmA23B4E/s400/rafa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519781644316658706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Raphael's Head of a Muse (1508)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/art/art-news/6384994/Raphaels-Vatican-sketch-could-sell-for-16m.html"&gt;picture credit &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are born to make great art, but some people...like me, just draw to  heal their weary hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So why hesitate? Grab your pencil now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva S&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-6879723872727073908?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/6879723872727073908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=6879723872727073908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/6879723872727073908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/6879723872727073908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2010/09/vissi-darte-13-cartoonization.html' title='Vissi d&apos;arte # 13 : cartoonization'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TJoyzUqPNJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_wapyB8oCFc/s72-c/IMG00184-20100922-2255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-7334489518683158307</id><published>2010-06-10T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:48:13.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robbie Williams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'amore # 13 : for the love of an angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qSs97IWzNs8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qSs97IWzNs8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Angel" by Robbie Williams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TMaHm02Fl5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/cRBd8DuGGZw/s1600/30514_402351110877_696895877_4443393_4695295_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TMaHm02Fl5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/cRBd8DuGGZw/s400/30514_402351110877_696895877_4443393_4695295_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532258293361514386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-7334489518683158307?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/7334489518683158307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=7334489518683158307&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/7334489518683158307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/7334489518683158307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2010/06/vissi-damore-13-for-love-of-angel.html' title='Vissi d&apos;amore # 13 : for the love of an angel'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TMaHm02Fl5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/cRBd8DuGGZw/s72-c/30514_402351110877_696895877_4443393_4695295_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-2430760812516992876</id><published>2010-03-15T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T07:30:59.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polyvore.com'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'arte # 12 : Fashion inspired by princesses</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Here are something I did recently from &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com"&gt;www.polyvore.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion inspired by Disney princesses: Cinderella, Jasmin, Ariel, Snow White and also Tinker Bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By bringing out their characteristics, identities and colours, I created the looks that one can actually wear to a party or wear on any casual occasions and not looking too fanciful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S55B6Phi2jI/AAAAAAAAAIM/z-q0Bsnu1mU/s1600-h/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFmdORGVIZTB2M3hHYlktUmk3aExyb1EAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S55B6Phi2jI/AAAAAAAAAIM/z-q0Bsnu1mU/s400/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFmdORGVIZTB2M3hHYlktUmk3aExyb1EAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448865068020324914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The look inspired by Princess Jasmin from "Aladdin"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S55CRkxhjDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/exCJbYJYp5w/s1600-h/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlpEdUtZZjh2M3hHY3N2Z1dnR1VUZGcAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S55CRkxhjDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/exCJbYJYp5w/s400/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlpEdUtZZjh2M3hHY3N2Z1dnR1VUZGcAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448865468861484082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The look inspired by Cinderella&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S55ChQm5kyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ez72FPLCbsw/s1600-h/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjBIYk45SlV2M3hHQWRBMG9nR1VUZGcAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S55ChQm5kyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ez72FPLCbsw/s400/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjBIYk45SlV2M3hHQWRBMG9nR1VUZGcAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448865738326119202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This look is inspired by Snow White&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S55CueyUkBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/xasr56KwKpE/s1600-h/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjFtMmFuWWN2M3hHbDBLN3Y3Ukxyb1EAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S55CueyUkBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/xasr56KwKpE/s400/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjFtMmFuWWN2M3hHbDBLN3Y3Ukxyb1EAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448865965470421010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And last but not least, the look inspired by Tinker Bell, my all time favourite fairy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love inspirations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva S.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit my Polyvore &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=1424823"&gt;Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-2430760812516992876?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/2430760812516992876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=2430760812516992876&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/2430760812516992876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/2430760812516992876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2010/03/vissi-darte-12-fashion-inspired-by.html' title='Vissi d&apos;arte # 12 : Fashion inspired by princesses'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S55B6Phi2jI/AAAAAAAAAIM/z-q0Bsnu1mU/s72-c/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFmdORGVIZTB2M3hHYlktUmk3aExyb1EAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-2782631795457378518</id><published>2010-03-01T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:20:11.027-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'amore # 12 : On a journey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;There are two major worlds in my utopia. One is the world of Fantasy and the other is the world of Reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world of Reality is closely connected to another world called the world of Maturity and Responsibility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To travel from the world of Fantasy to the world of Reality requires more than 'Faith, trust and fairy Dust". You need a special kind of transportation known as "Growing-up" which is a very 'expensive' course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Documentation? Most basic thing you need is a special passport called academic degree and qualifications. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price to pay? only most of your dream energy and optimism. You can load a bucket full of magic and fantasy with you to the trip but once you arrive at the world of Reality, what in your bucket is nothing but fading smoke. And you need a very strong pair of wings of dream to carry you there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds frightening, doesn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking that journey. Hope my wing are stong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Voyage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva S.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S4yeDZZ8BDI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tU58pTnTse0/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S4yeDZZ8BDI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tU58pTnTse0/s400/angel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443899830780560434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo credit : ME. "Bernini's angel" from the Vatican&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-2782631795457378518?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/2782631795457378518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=2782631795457378518&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/2782631795457378518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/2782631795457378518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2010/03/vissi-damore-12-on-journey.html' title='Vissi d&apos;amore # 12 : On a journey...'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S4yeDZZ8BDI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tU58pTnTse0/s72-c/angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-4074602557701264486</id><published>2010-01-13T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:15:39.629-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreamcatcher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='native american'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'arte # 11 : Don't let good dreams slip. Catch'em!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Folk lores, tales and legends are alway fascinating for me." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who've been having bad dreams, let's make yourself a dreamcatcher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a kind of person who's really into good luck charms and this kind of things. That's why a dreamcatcher attracts me so much. Its shape, its decorations and the story behind it, they are all so captivating! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dreamcatcher"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a kind of charm against nightmares, originated from the culture of a native american tribe called Ojibwe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The legend has it that a dream catcher is used to catch bad dreams,letting only good dreams pass through to the sleeping person. All nightmares will be trapped by the web and will be destroyed by the morning sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So let's make !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S02I8GtHTCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/82I-VBwgstQ/s1600-h/dream1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S02I8GtHTCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/82I-VBwgstQ/s400/dream1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426143692224678946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are the things you need: a ring &lt;br /&gt;(which can be made by beding a clothes-hanger into a circle form), &lt;br /&gt;flax lace or suede lace, beads and feathers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S02O2O-KIQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/q9ICe4C_WuQ/s1600-h/rings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S02O2O-KIQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/q9ICe4C_WuQ/s400/rings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426150188434202882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First, curl up the hanger into circle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, wrap around the ring with the lace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tie the web. Row by row.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S02LBP7pXtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/eMt-5AjCo0o/s1600-h/dream5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S02LBP7pXtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/eMt-5AjCo0o/s400/dream5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426145979624152786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Decorate the ring with beads and feathers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S02LVouK7VI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7a3YR8PkzRQ/s1600-h/Photo+1840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S02LVouK7VI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7a3YR8PkzRQ/s400/Photo+1840.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426146329875901778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally, Hang it above your bed and say goodbye to bad dreams!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, &lt;em&gt;magic is everywhere&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;Eva S.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-4074602557701264486?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/4074602557701264486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=4074602557701264486&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/4074602557701264486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/4074602557701264486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2010/01/vissi-darte-11-dont-let-your-good.html' title='Vissi d&apos;arte # 11 : Don&apos;t let good dreams slip. Catch&apos;em!'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S02I8GtHTCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/82I-VBwgstQ/s72-c/dream1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-3938481049808223462</id><published>2010-01-11T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:50:53.946-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exhibition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='figures'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'arte # 10: Unearth the underground inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;National Children's day has just passed and the atmosphere of the yearning for childhood joy still lingers in the air. At least for me. So the inspiration for this entry is about toy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last December I went to a toy exhibition called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"the 3rd Underground Figures Festival" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at ArtGorillas ArtGallery, Siam Square. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The works showed in the exhibition were impressive, full of creativity. Most displayed items were strange action figures, paintings, and knickknacks. All of them were the fruits of novelty. And most of all, the artist of such striking pieces of works were none other but talented thai bloggers. I don't know any of them in personal neither have read any of their blogs, but I can tell from their works that these are no mere teenagers. Talented artist, they are. Offsprings of the Renaissance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are some examples of the work from the exhibition&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S0wEgkOd2mI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3Ia4nlTbtwE/s1600-h/doll1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S0wEgkOd2mI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3Ia4nlTbtwE/s400/doll1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425716608601283170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S0wExVsNTWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/m7ppniZ5b-o/s1600-h/doll2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S0wExVsNTWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/m7ppniZ5b-o/s400/doll2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425716896757271906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S0wE9j0Y8HI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fdLsW45cS3g/s1600-h/doll3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S0wE9j0Y8HI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fdLsW45cS3g/s400/doll3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425717106708115570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S0wFPyLYFqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7bx6uc4e15E/s1600-h/doll4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S0wFPyLYFqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7bx6uc4e15E/s400/doll4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425717419800270498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S0wFdnQfAhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/s-7TJRlIPd0/s1600-h/doll6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S0wFdnQfAhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/s-7TJRlIPd0/s400/doll6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425717657387074066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S0wFmzpu6lI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tGWOFJ6FVH8/s1600-h/doll7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S0wFmzpu6lI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tGWOFJ6FVH8/s400/doll7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425717815333022290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;small gallery, full of creativity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Enjoy my comeback!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva S.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-3938481049808223462?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/3938481049808223462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=3938481049808223462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/3938481049808223462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/3938481049808223462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2010/01/vissi-darte-10-unearth-underground.html' title='Vissi d&apos;arte # 10: Unearth the underground inspiration'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/S0wEgkOd2mI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3Ia4nlTbtwE/s72-c/doll1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-9217153958046424071</id><published>2010-01-11T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T05:14:29.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vissi d'...#2 : Void</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLANK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMPTINESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHINGNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLEFT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In search of Inspiration&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-9217153958046424071?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/9217153958046424071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=9217153958046424071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/9217153958046424071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/9217153958046424071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2010/01/vissi-d2-void.html' title='vissi d&apos;...#2 : Void'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-5088616829453806219</id><published>2009-12-04T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T03:18:13.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vissi d'amore # 9: Music inspired by TV series</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;This is the second entry that I write about music. I can't help it as music is another thing I can't live without and they are all so inspiring in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To define myself a bit clearer about my taste of music: I love music that inspires me. And I just don't know why music from motion pictures or tv series has so much magic on me. Maybe it's because of the atmosphere that this kind of music brings; you know, when you hear the song from your favourite movie, it can bring back the air from the movie, the dialogue, the faces of the characters, etc. They will all come back to you. And I find that feeling quite fascinating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV series are ultimate unlimited sources for that kind of music that I like. For my teenage life that I've always been a couch potato and I've been stick to some of the most acclaimed tv series in my years. One Tree Hill, The OC, Grey's Anatomy, Smallville and the most recent one, Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These tv shows are the sources of all kind of music, from indie to pop-punk to electronic even ambient and spiritual music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I just wanna share my playlist which contains all the selected songs from my favourite Tv series. All the tracks are available in iMeem and youtube or whatever music source websites. I find myself at peace when listening to this playlist ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SxjvbbWplOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_eYXQpKtySM/s1600-h/tape_mix1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SxjvbbWplOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_eYXQpKtySM/s400/tape_mix1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411338206763914466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be - Gavin DeGraw : One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;California - Phantom Planet : the OC&lt;br /&gt;Everything - Lifehouse : Smallville&lt;br /&gt;Collide - Howie Day : One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;How to save a life - The Fray : Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;Honey and the Moon - Joseph Arthur : The OC&lt;br /&gt;Lack of colour - Death Cab for Cutie : The OC&lt;br /&gt;Look after you - The Fray : Smallville&lt;br /&gt;Love of the Loveless - Eels : Queer as folk&lt;br /&gt;Missing you - Tyler Hilton : One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;No one's gonna love you - Band of Horses : One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;Reverse of Shade - The Windupdeads : Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;Run - Snow Patrol &lt;br /&gt;She has no time - Keane&lt;br /&gt;Save me - Remy Zero : Smallville&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my real life to begin - Colin Hay : Scrubs&lt;br /&gt;Walnut Tree - keane : the OC&lt;br /&gt;What if I missed you - Edwin McCain&lt;br /&gt;Within you - Ray Lamontagne : Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;You could be happy - The Fray: Samllville &lt;br /&gt;Hide and Seek - Imogan Heap : The OC&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonignt - The All-American Reject&lt;br /&gt;Time won't let me go - The Bravery: Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;All we are - One Republic : Gossip Girl&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva S.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-5088616829453806219?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/5088616829453806219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=5088616829453806219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/5088616829453806219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/5088616829453806219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2009/12/vissi-damore-9-music-inspired-by-tv.html' title='Vissi d&apos;amore # 9: Music inspired by TV series'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SxjvbbWplOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_eYXQpKtySM/s72-c/tape_mix1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-2162690350368544236</id><published>2009-11-23T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:04:47.637-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabethtown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='therapy'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'arte # 9 : Let the movie heals your soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Some people might be looking for some kind of therapy for their weary souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some try retrail therapy, letting money wash away all worries.&lt;br /&gt;Some try alcohol, letting the chemistry in their body lead them into a wonderland of thousands of fireflies and blur images.&lt;br /&gt;Some try music as it's considered the first-aid of all malaises.&lt;br /&gt;Some try driving fast car, books, eating, etcetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also among those "some" who are trying to find a peace of mind. And I've chosen 'film therapy'. To me, I breath inspiration, I live inspiration and I love inspiration! So when there are few to find in real life, I turn to films. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time when you watch a movie is like spending 2 or 3 hours watching the lives of the others. During that time, you'll be allowed to forget who you are for a moment. At first you'll be left in an exotic land with unfamiliar people and foreign melody in the background. Then, little by little, you'll become accostumed to those people, places and music. You'll hear their words, understand their ideas, and finally learn their lessons. And in the ends those people will lead you back to reality with new concepts in your mind about whatever thing you've been looking for. You'll hear the sound of the ending and it will keep sounding in your head for a long while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the sign of the arrival or inspiration for me.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, isn't it? This kind of therapy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you are looking for some inspirational movies, I suggest you try &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Elizabethtown".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is there for you; exotic places, inspiring people and music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SwrWxnb6A9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/mJFcyLpK4BQ/s1600/elizabethtown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SwrWxnb6A9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/mJFcyLpK4BQ/s400/elizabethtown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407370450499666898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In search of a good soul remedy such as inspiration, you'll need a good map. With one in your hand, you'll never get lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Don't forget, 60B!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? Tell me in what movie you've been wandering to find inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the show,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva S.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-2162690350368544236?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/2162690350368544236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=2162690350368544236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/2162690350368544236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/2162690350368544236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2009/11/vissi-darte-9-let-movie-heals-your-soul.html' title='Vissi d&apos;arte # 9 : Let the movie heals your soul'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SwrWxnb6A9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/mJFcyLpK4BQ/s72-c/elizabethtown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-8688769824147672625</id><published>2009-11-16T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T07:37:32.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'amore # 8 : Passion for blank space</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;This Vissi d'amore is about my notebook collection! &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love notebooks coz i love to write and draw something on an empty paper. Even now there's an immense blank space called "a blog" for me to write whatever I want without wasting another tree in the forest, notebooks still have more charms for me as inspirations always come to me when staring at a blank paper than a blinking cursor.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SwFrNgb7CmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mHzZXQVnw4U/s1600/american+artist+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SwFrNgb7CmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mHzZXQVnw4U/s400/american+artist+one.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404718907610827362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one is the notebook and agenda all in one with collection of paintings of a scottish painter Jack vettriano,one of my fav contemporary artists.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You know, I even own more notebooks than reading books! &lt;br /&gt;I'm always easily drawn to a nice designed notebook.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SwFtpvbeq0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/wD1qoOGlTno/s1600/pocket+book+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SwFtpvbeq0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/wD1qoOGlTno/s400/pocket+book+one.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404721591695092546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one looks like an antique pocket book to me. If only I could finish the story i've been writing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SwFs13h2EtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JBsJx4SaWzU/s1600/french+cartoon+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SwFs13h2EtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JBsJx4SaWzU/s400/french+cartoon+one.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404720700516078290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one is very cute with a cartoon of a lone french woman telling about her story on the road. See how nice the graphic on the paper is! How cute!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SwFxUr_FDAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/TZAXBkTTxBE/s1600/S5003847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SwFxUr_FDAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/TZAXBkTTxBE/s400/S5003847.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404725628039924738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;the collection of korean notebooks with the pics of Rome,my always beloved city on the covers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And there are many times that I buy one without knowing what to write. Sometimes I buy a very beautiful notebook that I don't want to write anything on the paper coz i'm afraid to ruin it.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SwFsFnzzM1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/MAUZAtcdGzU/s1600/antique+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SwFsFnzzM1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/MAUZAtcdGzU/s400/antique+one.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404719871662699346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one is an-antique-like mulberry paper notebook, very beautiful. It's the crown jewel of my collection. I bought it 3 years ago from a bookfair and even now it's still all blank. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Inspiration, for me, to write or draw or create something has never dried out eventhough there are times that inspiration is hard to find.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SwFuAyi1XjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7YuIJXscRqw/s1600/diary+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SwFuAyi1XjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7YuIJXscRqw/s400/diary+one.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404721987668237874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;My diary used to be a notebook as thick as a very big business organizer diary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I buy a notebook for someday I believe that there would be something; some ideas, some drawings, or some stories that are worth keeping in such a special notebook.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SwFtZ83-sBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CITnzozJbOU/s1600/mini+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SwFtZ83-sBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CITnzozJbOU/s400/mini+one.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404721320426385426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;So I wish my story inspires you in some way. Search your desk drawer, maybe you'd find your forgotten notebook with something in your head to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dream, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva S.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-8688769824147672625?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/8688769824147672625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=8688769824147672625&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/8688769824147672625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/8688769824147672625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2009/11/vissi-damore-8-passion-for-blank-space.html' title='Vissi d&apos;amore # 8 : Passion for blank space'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SwFrNgb7CmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mHzZXQVnw4U/s72-c/american+artist+one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-2340111500681743746</id><published>2009-11-04T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T08:30:23.163-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipod'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'amore # 7 : Winter's playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;This winter is all about good attitudes toward life, creativity, inspirations, also about finding who I really am so that I can make my perfect plan for the future and getting through tough times with my brightside ideas!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This "Vissi d'amore" is about Music as it's another thing that I can't live without and my Ipod Touch has become the love of my life!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And when I combine these two things together, music and my favourite season of the year, I come up with my winter playlist! And here are the songs that I will sing to the world in the cold breeze! And of course, I've put many songs that I like but are not related to the concept of the season!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I gotta feeling - Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;Free to be - Sonohra&lt;br /&gt;Live High - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;The ballad of Gus and Sam - Ferraby Lionheart&lt;br /&gt;Scegli me - Finley&lt;br /&gt;Faith ( George Michael cover) - Smash!&lt;br /&gt;Man in the mirror - James Morrison&lt;br /&gt;Salvami - Sonohra&lt;br /&gt;F**k you - Lily Allen&lt;br /&gt;Jesus of Suburbia - Greenday&lt;br /&gt;Our lives - the Calling&lt;br /&gt;All we are - OneRepublic&lt;br /&gt;Good girls go bad - Cobra Starship&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine - All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;Do me a favour - Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;Part of the list - Ne-Yo&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Swing - Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;Cinpuemila Mini Mani - Sonohra&lt;br /&gt;Paparazzi - Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;Chasing cars - Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;Hum Hallelujah - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany's - Deep Blue Something&lt;br /&gt;Collide - Howie Day&lt;br /&gt;Take a picture - Filter&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love - McFly&lt;br /&gt;Happily Never After - Nicole Scherzinger&lt;br /&gt;The air we breath - Figurines&lt;br /&gt;La meme histoire - Feist&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;No surprises - Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;Friday I'm in love - The Cure&lt;br /&gt;How to save a life - The Fray&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SvGqLs86KMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/enwreoTUJCo/s1600-h/pisa+ipod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SvGqLs86KMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/enwreoTUJCo/s400/pisa+ipod.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400284546215848130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;Eva S.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-2340111500681743746?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/2340111500681743746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=2340111500681743746&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/2340111500681743746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/2340111500681743746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2009/11/vissi-damore-7-winter-collection.html' title='Vissi d&apos;amore # 7 : Winter&apos;s playlist'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SvGqLs86KMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/enwreoTUJCo/s72-c/pisa+ipod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-770015290953154018</id><published>2009-11-02T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T08:28:22.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vissi d'arte # 8 : How do you interpret art?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I've got an inspiration from Special selected topic class again! It's been the second time already (the first one was the entry about an italian proverb). So now I can say that it's not just a normal class after all!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Anyway, how do you interprete an art? That's the question I've been asking myself for a long time now. It's an objective matter. The only way to know what a piece of art wants to tell you is to go ask the artist himself!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Art interpreting has been my hobby since I've taken the italian art class last year, followed by History of western arts and art appreciation last semester.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;But this one is interesting:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/Su8FlxkfweI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HWTiaStyx7c/s1600-h/BartaliCoppi1952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/Su8FlxkfweI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HWTiaStyx7c/s400/BartaliCoppi1952.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399540624760226274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Picture credit: &lt;a href="http://www.cyclinghalloffame.com/riders/rider_bio.asp?rider_id=21"&gt;http://www.cyclinghalloffame.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This is the illustration from newspaper in Italy around the 60's. It's the photo of two italian cyclists, Fausto Coppi and Gino Bartali. In the pic, it's said that they are sharing a drink in the middle of the road in Italy's most anticipated cycling competition,il Giro d'Italia.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And what makes this photo special? Here it is, this pic, according to my teacher, has been the discussion for almost 40 years about &lt;em&gt;who was the one who passed the drink and who was about to take the bottle?&lt;/em&gt; Was it the man in the front who passed the drink? Or was he trying to grab the bottle from the man behind?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;As the two cyclists are already 6 feet under! and how can we find the witness of that events? Chissa?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hahaha &lt;br /&gt;Now I have something to think on the bus on my way to the university!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-770015290953154018?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/770015290953154018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=770015290953154018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/770015290953154018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/770015290953154018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2009/11/vissi-darte-8-how-do-you-interpret-art.html' title='Vissi d&apos;arte # 8 : How do you interpret art?'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/Su8FlxkfweI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HWTiaStyx7c/s72-c/BartaliCoppi1952.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-1064500227347261279</id><published>2009-10-27T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:24:01.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proverb'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'.... I really don't know how to categorise this entry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Lunedi scorso, il nuovo professore d'italiano ha cercato d'incoraggiare gli studenti ad avere reazione sulla lezione. Quindi ha scritto questa frase sulla lavagna...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Non ci sono domande stupide&lt;br /&gt;ci sono solo risposte stupide"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Have you ever asked a stupid question?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/Suc59i9B53I/AAAAAAAAAE8/5QUZQX5VJwY/s1600-h/wall2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/Suc59i9B53I/AAAAAAAAAE8/5QUZQX5VJwY/s400/wall2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397346407944415090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/Suc5zZg0fiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ePpA6FyYl5U/s1600-h/wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/Suc5zZg0fiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ePpA6FyYl5U/s400/wall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397346233611484706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Translated version: My italian teacher wrote this on the whiteboard in class last monday to encourage students to respond to the lesson. It's a proverb saying "There's no such thing like a stupid question; there are only stupid answers."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And then I ask, "Have you ever asked a stupid question?"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I think I have.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Eva S.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-1064500227347261279?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/1064500227347261279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=1064500227347261279&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/1064500227347261279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/1064500227347261279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2009/10/vissi-d-i-really-dont-know-how-to.html' title='Vissi d&apos;.... I really don&apos;t know how to categorise this entry!'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/Suc59i9B53I/AAAAAAAAAE8/5QUZQX5VJwY/s72-c/wall2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-7955212079874702361</id><published>2009-10-23T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:36:35.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vissi d'arte #7 : A day in an art gallery</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Speaking of an Art gallery, there aren't many in Bangkok, I must say. I don't know why. I cannot say that there aren't many artists in town coz there ARE many young talented artists IN TOWN. Although I prefer those glorious museums in Europe especially in the home of the Renaissance like Florence, browsing around Bangkok for a hidden art gallery is also exciting and inspiring! Being in an art gallery keeps me at peace. It's good letting your mind in those artistic pieces and trying to interprete the messages of the artists.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SuHy5eISnaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uuzL4Hn7Gg0/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SuHy5eISnaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uuzL4Hn7Gg0/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395860897720868258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and house models. It is an exhibition of students of faculty of architecture from the same university that I go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SuHwULCoNwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9hH65rgxpC4/s1600-h/being+art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SuHwULCoNwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9hH65rgxpC4/s400/being+art.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395858057918428930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and my friend's camera at a photography exhibition.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SuHxFQGHnoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ag7wcR7q_CM/s1600-h/S5003474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SuHxFQGHnoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ag7wcR7q_CM/s400/S5003474.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395858901088837250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;The display on the wall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SuHySA6L35I/AAAAAAAAAEU/ijHQJLkxfCc/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SuHySA6L35I/AAAAAAAAAEU/ijHQJLkxfCc/s400/blog2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395860219862179730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;A group of portrait painters playing music while there's no client.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SuHzmO5q80I/AAAAAAAAAEk/71-Fqaf-cis/s1600-h/blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SuHzmO5q80I/AAAAAAAAAEk/71-Fqaf-cis/s400/blog3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395861666727129922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;A very nice shirt displayed in a gelatoria in the gallery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SuH0G3-YzGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kMq-LkKM-3c/s1600-h/blog4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SuH0G3-YzGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kMq-LkKM-3c/s400/blog4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395862227508579426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pieces from an art exhibition. The pic in the middle is the pic of Lord Buddha in meditation with girls from the 60's ads...umm...very interesting :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Photo credit: Me!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Location : Bangkok's Art and Cultural Center&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;Enjoy weekend, everyone!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Love, Eva S.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-7955212079874702361?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/7955212079874702361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=7955212079874702361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/7955212079874702361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/7955212079874702361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2009/10/vissi-darte-7-day-in-art-gallery.html' title='Vissi d&apos;arte #7 : A day in an art gallery'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SuHy5eISnaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uuzL4Hn7Gg0/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-643903716914575994</id><published>2009-10-21T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:12:37.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'amore #6 : Perfume</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Have you ever forgotten to wear perfume before leaving your dressing table? I have and trust me, it was not a good day at all. It just happened to me a few days ago that's why I decided to write about my obsession of it!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I like going out with a good attitude. get dressed up with style and have my ipod earphones plugged in my ears are something I have to do before starting a "nice day". Perfume is another thing I can't live without. It's not just a sweet smell that you leave in a car or on the path when you walk by. Perfume is, to me, a tool to boost my confidence. If I forget to wear perfume before going out, I'd feel like i'm not fully dressed! Seriously, I'm addicted to those sweet scents, I must say.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I got my first bottle of fragrance from my mom when I was in junior high. It was Ralph Cool by Ralph Lauren. I fall in love with sweet smell of perfume ever since. Maybe I got this love of perfume from my mom. She collects perfume bottles since she was a college girl and displays all of them in a showcase in her bedroom!&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;But it's a bit weird that I'm not into the kind of floral scent. My mom once said that I'm not so 'girlish' when speaking of my taste and she also named the kind of fragrance that I like as "bubble gum scent". I got a thing about fruity smelling perfumes or light ones like that Ralph Cool one, Lacoste Pink perfume and my recently favourite 'Just me' by Paris Hilton and CK In2U.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Here are what's on my dressing table:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/St85tplbxRI/AAAAAAAAADs/vMHJ9jsD9is/s1600-h/perfume1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/St85tplbxRI/AAAAAAAAADs/vMHJ9jsD9is/s400/perfume1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395094335032902930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ralph by Ralph Lauran, as I told you that it's my first perfume and it's still there, Polo Sport by Ralph Lauren, and Just me by Paris Hilton which I got it for my birthday from my mom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/St854609M_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/y3_2vewdBSI/s1600-h/perfume2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/St854609M_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/y3_2vewdBSI/s400/perfume2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395094528639972338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiorucci by Fiorucci, I got it from Rome as I don't think there's any Fiorucci shop in Thailand (or I just haven't find it yet?), CK In2U, and a taster of Forever by Mariah Carey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;All piture credits go to http://www.perfume.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here's the sweetheart of my collection, Miss Dior Cherie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/St86a3IVi8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/6-cKcGfz1z4/s1600-h/miss+dior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/St86a3IVi8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/6-cKcGfz1z4/s400/miss+dior.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395095111763069890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo credit : me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;well, no matter how stylish you look or no matter what perfume you wear, a girl will never be fully dressed without a smile!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Keep smiling and have a great week!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Eva S.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-643903716914575994?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/643903716914575994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=643903716914575994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/643903716914575994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/643903716914575994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2009/10/vissi-damore-6-perfume.html' title='Vissi d&apos;amore #6 : Perfume'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/St85tplbxRI/AAAAAAAAADs/vMHJ9jsD9is/s72-c/perfume1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-3542203224514165451</id><published>2009-10-19T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:29:55.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELLE Fashion week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thai designer'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'arte # 5 : Prom for Bangkok's style geeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I've been out of town for the past weekend for a family gathering. Family time was great not to mention that I had missed all the Thursday, Saturday and Sunday shows of ELLE Fashion Week Autumn/Winter 2009-2010! But I managed to go there anyway on Thursday before leaving. It was such a great night. The piazza of Central World was transformed into a playground for stylish people and also fashion observers and style geek like me! Everyone picked up their best clothes and accessories for the big night. Just like they were going to a prom! But to me, my fashion-wise management system was shut down for no reason! Hahaha, I woke up in the morning couldn't think of what to wear to the show so I ended up with my Kitsch's sleeveless coat and stokings...simple but still smart! hahaha&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I got to see 2 shows; Disaya and 27 Friday, and I must say "THAI DESIGNER ROCKS !!!" Gee, I was impressed and stunned by the creativity of those talented designers. The king of that night, to me, was cleary 27Friday. The show was fresh, creative and inspiring. The use of thai traditional clothing patterns was amazing. The part that I like the most is that the designer matches the red brown belt from boyscout uniform with the looks on the runway so well! How creative! My camera was so lame that night. It didn't work well when shooting the night shots so I don't have the materials to show you. That's why I have to borrow some pics from ThaiCatWalk website to show some of my favourite looks.You can browse the rest of the galleries from&lt;a href="http://www.thaicatwalk.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to see all the collections from others brands in the EFW.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/StyYrbYZsCI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZqLb6xt01Ps/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/StyYrbYZsCI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZqLb6xt01Ps/s400/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394354325534912546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first two are from 27Friday. The craving for that maxi dress all most kills me! It's absolutely gorgeous. The last two are from Disaya. Great collection as well. I like the stars printing. It's inspiring and it reminds me of those glow-in-the-dark star-like stones sticked to the ceiling of my old bedroom. And the last one, as mustard yellow is my favourite colour of all time, it's hard for me not to fall in love with that top.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/Styae9jmbFI/AAAAAAAAADc/0TMmhjKtFvE/s1600-h/27+friday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/Styae9jmbFI/AAAAAAAAADc/0TMmhjKtFvE/s400/27+friday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394356310393646162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one is my most favourite, I must say, The crown jewel of that night's shows. This is one from 27Friday's collection. I really love the pattern of that suit and shirt. It's 100% Thai identity. Also,you can see the boyscout belt that I mention above. Che fantastico!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the photo credits go to ThaiCatWalk.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/StybwkdeozI/AAAAAAAAADk/FMUG7ElbpfE/s1600-h/S5003406-2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/StybwkdeozI/AAAAAAAAADk/FMUG7ElbpfE/s400/S5003406-2-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394357712406356786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is me,hahaha, having fun with photo shooting with my friend before the show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Have fun!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Eva S.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-3542203224514165451?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/3542203224514165451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=3542203224514165451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/3542203224514165451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/3542203224514165451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2009/10/vissi-darte-6-prom-for-bangkoks-style.html' title='Vissi d&apos;arte # 5 : Prom for Bangkok&apos;s style geeks'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/StyYrbYZsCI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZqLb6xt01Ps/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-4106608685589904604</id><published>2009-10-14T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T18:33:33.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vissi d'amore #  5: Dreams we have left</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I was wondering, how many dreams do we have to leave during the time we grow up to be a grown person? Have you ever think about something like this? For me, it comes to my mind all the time as now i'm going to be graduated and it's time for me to decide about my future. Gee, I hate that word, "Future", it sounds painful. Now i'm so into everything about fashion. I'm not so fashion-wise but at least one thing that I know, I'm happy with it. Somehow,I dare not to decide to place my future in this business yet.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;When i was young, my first dream was to be an artist,a painter. Hahaha that was even before I know Botticelli's angels and all the works of Raffaello. I used to draw and paint something all the time. I even had the biggest and most beautiful water colour case in class when I was in grade3. My mom brought it for me from Hongkong.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I grew older and I thought that I didn't live in the age of Renaissance anymore and a job like this might not work in the real world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Then,in my junior high years, I dreamed of becoming a film director like my Idol, Baz Luhrmann and the most talented,Mr. Peter Jackson. I wrote my own screenplay, I drew costumes and even made a movie with friends. I was in love with films, screenwriting and all about that stuff for a while! I even designed my own dress for the Oscars! hahaha&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, I realised that it wasn't easy and it maybe not really my way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;So last summer, my dad sent me to Italy for the inturnship at the Embassy in Rome. I was in love with all the glamorous life of a diplomat; privileges, party and also a life in exotic lands! but on second thought, me...a state worker? I don't think so!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;center&gt;nd there are still so many dreams that I have left along the way to become a grown-up...can i really use that word yet? "grown-up"? hahaha i'm not even sure about it. But anyway, I don't have to bother thinking about the future now, right? Just like I said, the only thing that matter is I'm happy with what I'm doing. And also we don't only live by food and water but also love and dreams as well. So we shouldn't abandon our dreams even how silly they are. They keep you ALIVE !&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;So this is it! It's time for the search for inspiration again but now, I have 2 TICKETS TO ELLE FASHION WEEK Autumn-Winter 2009/2010 IN MY HANDS ! And I'm heading to do the thing that I love at the moment! Gotta go! and catch up my review about the show here, in the next entry.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Arrivederci and hope ypu enjoy the rest of the week!&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Big kisses, Eva S.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/StZ7OtQvOiI/AAAAAAAAADM/5pZsUnO_EBI/s1600-h/venezia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/StZ7OtQvOiI/AAAAAAAAADM/5pZsUnO_EBI/s400/venezia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392633096420932130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Venezia, a dream land for most people and also for me and there I was, taking this picture by my own hands with my own camera. Future is only about making your dream come true, right? Don't give up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-4106608685589904604?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/4106608685589904604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=4106608685589904604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/4106608685589904604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/4106608685589904604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2009/10/vissi-damore-5-dreams-we-have-left.html' title='Vissi d&apos;amore #  5: Dreams we have left'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/StZ7OtQvOiI/AAAAAAAAADM/5pZsUnO_EBI/s72-c/venezia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-3285441246203138878</id><published>2009-10-11T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T08:31:49.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D.I.Y.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'arte # 4: D.I.Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Today I went out to a weekend market with my bestfriend and we were there all afternoon. Today I bought so many things; new scarf, 2 new shirts, glasses and a pair of new shoes! Gee, since when have I become a Shoppaholic? Hahaha anyway, I bought 2 nice plain bag from the market coz i had an idea of painting my D.I.Y bags! and here they are!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/StH5xaPvApI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NkP_SwepvLA/s1600-h/Photo+1580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/StH5xaPvApI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NkP_SwepvLA/s400/Photo+1580.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391364856193417874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This one is to promote my own blog! hahaha "vissi d'arte, vissi d'amore" is about to go everywhere with me!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/StH6FiR5uQI/AAAAAAAAADE/a0YAy4YPK_w/s1600-h/Photo+1578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/StH6FiR5uQI/AAAAAAAAADE/a0YAy4YPK_w/s400/Photo+1578.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391365201947375874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;and This one,is my 'Pascal Who' bag! I really very love it! It's inspired by Mr. Pascal Grob and his 'Karl who' D.I.Y. bag! He's my real idol so i decided to make something about him ^^&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been a great weekend! Luv y'all!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-3285441246203138878?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/3285441246203138878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=3285441246203138878&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/3285441246203138878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/3285441246203138878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2009/10/vissi-darte-4-diy.html' title='Vissi d&apos;arte # 4: D.I.Y'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/StH5xaPvApI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NkP_SwepvLA/s72-c/Photo+1580.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-4205123591972267610</id><published>2009-10-10T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T08:32:38.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'arte # 3 : Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Yesterday I went out to meet a friend of mine who I hardly see because of our tight schedules during the past semester. Then after my friend left, I met another friend from school and we ended up went shopping together. It was great spending time with friends. But it wasn't the moment with friends that i'm writing about today, it was the time when I was alone that inspired me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/StC9AS8CQeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CgQupgiToKE/s1600-h/Photo+1523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/StC9AS8CQeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CgQupgiToKE/s400/Photo+1523.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391016566743777762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;My friend and a kitten in front of a boutique&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Nomally I don't go out alone, there's always someone with me. But lately I think I prefer 'thinking' than 'chatting'! Hahahaha My beloved ipod touch and I stick together a lot lately. Having my favourite songs plugged in my ears, get dressed, and go out on the street for inspirations has become my favourite hobby at this time. I love watching people! Hahaha It's fun to be an observer of people's life! You know, as I wrote in my previous entries that I enjoy analysing feelings of characters in paintings. I do just the same thing in reallife as well! People are the charaters in the biggest painting called 'World'! hahahah Also, I enjoy observe people's styles as fashion has become a part in my favourite list. People these days, I have to admit, that they have such taste and style! There are many times that i get the inspirations for my looks from people passing by.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shakespears once said "All the world's a stage..." but to me, I have to say "All the world is a runway where men and women can express they stand points through what they are wearing!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/StC8W_wUbxI/AAAAAAAAACs/qMfTs-xMBC0/s1600-h/Photo+1543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/StC8W_wUbxI/AAAAAAAAACs/qMfTs-xMBC0/s400/Photo+1543.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391015857219727122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credit : Me !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-4205123591972267610?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/4205123591972267610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=4205123591972267610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/4205123591972267610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/4205123591972267610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2009/10/vissi-darte-5-inspiration.html' title='Vissi d&apos;arte # 3 : Inspiration'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/StC9AS8CQeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CgQupgiToKE/s72-c/Photo+1523.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-3879254729910716487</id><published>2009-10-08T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:09:33.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'amore # 4 : Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;It's not easy to find a place to tell the world that you are in love with someone&lt;br /&gt;...especially when that 'someone' of you lives in a far...far away land.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/Ss2rqJRWIDI/AAAAAAAAACk/yZzKJ-JrgR8/s1600-h/lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/Ss2rqJRWIDI/AAAAAAAAACk/yZzKJ-JrgR8/s400/lion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390153069563879474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Lion,you're carrying such a burden,delivering those love to the right hands,you promise?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credit: Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-3879254729910716487?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/3879254729910716487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=3879254729910716487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/3879254729910716487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/3879254729910716487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2009/10/vissi-damore-4-love.html' title='Vissi d&apos;amore # 4 : Love'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/Ss2rqJRWIDI/AAAAAAAAACk/yZzKJ-JrgR8/s72-c/lion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-2662315154389691745</id><published>2009-10-07T04:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:09:04.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'arte # 2 : a heaven on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;It's a rainy and gloomy day here in the city of Bangkok so I stayed at home all day which is quite boring as I've spent all of my day at the laptop and in front of the TV. I don't like the weather like this at all. It's hot and humid. I was staring out of the window, to the cloudy sky, while I was thinking about some better place to be. And the idea came to me, the idea of how much I miss a place I used to be. The idea of Piazza del Popolo.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/Ssx-v9jlMUI/AAAAAAAAACM/jjPjMicghgw/s1600-h/santa+maria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/Ssx-v9jlMUI/AAAAAAAAACM/jjPjMicghgw/s320/santa+maria.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389822216498393410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;My inturnship in Rome last summer did left me alot of unforgettable memories about places and people.-Like this one- At the end of Via del Corso in Rome, situated a great space with a lot of people. In every direction you turn, you'll see a lot of great architectures like an Egyptian Obelisk in the heart of the piazza, great fountain of Neptune on one side, Pincio on the other and also the twin churches at the entrace. Though I know that its past is quite scary as it was a former place for public execution until C.19, Piazza del Popolo to me is where my heaven on Earth.&lt;3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/Ssx-5bs7FvI/AAAAAAAAACU/pPhDd0h7Npw/s1600-h/pincio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/Ssx-5bs7FvI/AAAAAAAAACU/pPhDd0h7Npw/s320/pincio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389822379209463538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pincio in sunset, see how beautiful when the last light of the day hits the marble fountain!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I like its colours, you know, especially in the evening before sunset. I'd never forget the feeling when I was there, chill wind blowing, with a cone of melon and yogurt gelato in my hand, eating and admiring how can hands of humans create such a place!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/Ssx_DjjbnfI/AAAAAAAAACc/YFXkAOZlqeY/s1600-h/view+top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/Ssx_DjjbnfI/AAAAAAAAACc/YFXkAOZlqeY/s320/view+top.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389822553115827698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could be there again someday. &lt;br /&gt;Ci vediamo di nuovo, la mia bella Italia! Speriamo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Credit : Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-2662315154389691745?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/2662315154389691745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=2662315154389691745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/2662315154389691745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/2662315154389691745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2009/10/vissi-darte-2-heaven-on-earth.html' title='Vissi d&apos;arte # 2 : a heaven on Earth'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/Ssx-v9jlMUI/AAAAAAAAACM/jjPjMicghgw/s72-c/santa+maria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-1555514385643271219</id><published>2009-10-06T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:06:06.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'amore # 3 : Fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SstoWzRkjmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vg7frmrpLQ0/s1600-h/Photo+1499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SstoWzRkjmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vg7frmrpLQ0/s400/Photo+1499.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389516120009248354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;How do I look?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Credit : Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my other looks at : http://stylelurf.com/id/eva-s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-1555514385643271219?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/1555514385643271219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=1555514385643271219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/1555514385643271219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/1555514385643271219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2009/10/vissi-damore-3-fashion.html' title='Vissi d&apos;amore # 3 : Fashion'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SstoWzRkjmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vg7frmrpLQ0/s72-c/Photo+1499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-7774740132986738961</id><published>2009-10-05T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:05:00.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy day'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'amore # 2 : Morning email check</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Goodmorning,Tuesday.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;First thing I do every morning after I open my eyes to greet morning light is to switch on my laptop computer. Checking emails, update Twitter and Facebooks in the morning are the things to do before starting my day. Outside,it seems like a good day today as there's sunshine. Hope there won't be no rain coz yesterday it rained all day, keeping me trapped at home!I'm going out for some inspiration (even my one and only inspiration is already here, in the World Wide Web &lt;3 )Buona giornata a tutti!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SsqoBwE8nlI/AAAAAAAAABw/Kt1-i2XJo-M/s1600-h/Snapshot_20091006_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SsqoBwE8nlI/AAAAAAAAABw/Kt1-i2XJo-M/s320/Snapshot_20091006_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389304652141207122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too lazy to get out of bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-7774740132986738961?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/7774740132986738961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=7774740132986738961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/7774740132986738961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/7774740132986738961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2009/10/vissi-damore-2-morning-email-check.html' title='Vissi d&apos;amore # 2 : Morning email check'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SsqoBwE8nlI/AAAAAAAAABw/Kt1-i2XJo-M/s72-c/Snapshot_20091006_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-2504581330251986091</id><published>2009-10-05T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:00:55.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'amore # 1 : I love Arts</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Get to know me a little better: I'm an Arts student. We call the place where I go as "The faculty of Arts" but artistic methods are not something teachers here will teach students in class. I'm studying the arts of living, actually, those related to phylosophy, cultures, histories, ideas and languages. Through a painting, I don't study how to paint, instead, I learn how to read and understand it's meaning. Through a piece of art, I don't study only its literal meaning but also its figurative one.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SsoSwcgakpI/AAAAAAAAABg/NHNg4-N1O7w/s1600-h/vaticano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SsoSwcgakpI/AAAAAAAAABg/NHNg4-N1O7w/s320/vaticano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389140527597392530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"La Scuola di Atene" by Raffaello in Vatican&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I prefer paintings (especially those Renaissance ones) more than any forms of art . But recently photography is taking its place in my list of favourite as i've become addicted to fashion photography websites :) I like to think about what the protagonists in a painting are thinking as i wrote in my previous entry. They are complex characters which, through their expression, you never know what kind of thoughts did the artist intended to put on their mind(unless you go an ask him. But we might need a time machine to do so, right?)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's a challenging hobby, don't you think? That's why I love it!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SsoR-q0GsfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/jYTPlXrS4Uo/s1600-h/firenze-statue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SsoR-q0GsfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/jYTPlXrS4Uo/s320/firenze-statue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389139672444613106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;In front of Galleria degli Uffizi, in Florence, &lt;br /&gt;a street artist whom I approached, gave him a quarter ,and hugged him! hahaha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SsoSYlDNRaI/AAAAAAAAABY/lJbjoVn2KlA/s1600-h/pisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SsoSYlDNRaI/AAAAAAAAABY/lJbjoVn2KlA/s320/pisa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389140117573944738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;A facade of a building in Pisa. &lt;br /&gt;see the size of it comparing to the man at the bottom O-o !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Credit : Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-2504581330251986091?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/2504581330251986091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=2504581330251986091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/2504581330251986091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/2504581330251986091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2009/10/vissi-damore-1-i-love-arts.html' title='Vissi d&apos;amore # 1 : I love Arts'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SsoSwcgakpI/AAAAAAAAABg/NHNg4-N1O7w/s72-c/vaticano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-1251033453198094808</id><published>2009-10-05T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:58:19.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renaissance'/><title type='text'>Vissi d'arte # 1 : Botticelli's angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Recently i've been writing an essay on the cultural movement of Renaissance. Actually I've been studying it for years now and it's become one of my main interests. From my studies, i've come across many fascinating paintings from different eras. And there's one element that always capture my attention, shifting my focus from the main story to it. They are the angels. Botticelli's angels are my favourite and he is my favourite Renaissance painter as well. His angels always blind me from the focal point of the painting. With fine edge lines and vivid colours, they are so adorable and to me, they are characters with complex expression. I'd never understand how they feel, what they are thinking even from whom did the artist depict them. But it's fun to think though.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/Ssmqc3IksvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gzV6FewVRik/s1600-h/botticelli_magnificat-angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/Ssmqc3IksvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gzV6FewVRik/s320/botticelli_magnificat-angel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389025841938477810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Botticelli's Madonna del Magnificat &lt;br /&gt;(Madonna col Bambino col cinque angeli)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;In my world, angels are everywhere. If you look closely, you may find one in your family or amoung your friends. You might come across some while walking on the street. Even you yourself might be an angel for someone. We all live in a city of angels. And trust me, they are everywhere.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/Ssmr3AOh0oI/AAAAAAAAABA/NeOgqPK8be8/s1600-h/street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/Ssmr3AOh0oI/AAAAAAAAABA/NeOgqPK8be8/s320/street.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389027390567600770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;On the street, chalk colour painting by a street artist in Rome.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SsmsPWHLP7I/AAAAAAAAABI/TPmrIY0s2SI/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/SsmsPWHLP7I/AAAAAAAAABI/TPmrIY0s2SI/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389027808759201714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Even on a construction site,in front of Galleria degli Uffizi a Firenze.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;These last two pics were taken by me from my previous trip to Italy, April'09.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-1251033453198094808?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/1251033453198094808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=1251033453198094808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/1251033453198094808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/1251033453198094808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2009/10/vissi-darte-1-botticelli.html' title='Vissi d&apos;arte # 1 : Botticelli&apos;s angels'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/Ssmqc3IksvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gzV6FewVRik/s72-c/botticelli_magnificat-angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8403652067659889569.post-6215689444139609624</id><published>2009-10-04T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:52:16.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just the beginning.</title><content type='html'>Hello, world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8403652067659889569-6215689444139609624?l=vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/feeds/6215689444139609624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8403652067659889569&amp;postID=6215689444139609624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/6215689444139609624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8403652067659889569/posts/default/6215689444139609624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vissidarte-damore.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-just-beginning.html' title='It&apos;s just the beginning.'/><author><name>Eva S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387846895223716141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmfqulKYHMI/TPcwfIKploI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cf6aaAM4rv8/S220/vissi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
