<?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-8497986581330073679</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:50:56.535-07:00</updated><category term='Tag'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='Nails'/><category term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Love Yourself</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>potislove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14872094990288195294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497986581330073679.post-3300815022344912798</id><published>2007-11-21T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T02:49:16.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497986581330073679-3300815022344912798?l=potislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3300815022344912798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497986581330073679&amp;postID=3300815022344912798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/3300815022344912798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/3300815022344912798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/2007/11/lost-touch.html' title='Lost Touch'/><author><name>potislove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14872094990288195294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497986581330073679.post-4890027213692501550</id><published>2007-10-02T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T16:47:57.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broadcast Power</title><content type='html'>As I watched the AVPs that tackled the growth of Philippine Television and Radio, I was amazed. At some parts, I was literally 'laughing out loud' especially when I saw actresses like Ate Guy at a very young age, singing and dancing while wearing 'so baduy' clothes and the screen names they used at that time, catchy indeed. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Media has gone through a lot. I've been saying this for quite a number of times in my previous entries, especially in the entry about the Information Revolutions. I thought that after the whole process - beginning from clay tablets evolving to the Television sets, it would simply end there - I was wrong. The box with sound coming out of it and the box with moving pictures also evolved through time, not only with it's physical features like its size, quality, etc. Moreover, it's content also evolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What media shows, the substance always has a purpose. Through time, TV and Radio - as the two major sources of information and greatest medium of media were used for different reasons. At a certain point in time, they were used for a political use especially during the Martial Law -although it's primary purpose is to inform and entertain. Marcos used the power of media to his advantage. Now, Media exists for the same purpose - to inform and entertain. Media would always dance to the beat and adjust to the taste of its audience. Both TV and Radio's content change to cater the wants and needs of its target audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, broadcast media's purpose is to inform and entertain - there's another side of it that's somewhat, negative. Though its purpose is for the good of all, of course, the people behind it would also think of themselves. How would they benefit from all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertising - showing commercials, endorsing products that we don't really need. Creating standards of beauty, mentalities and inculcating immoral values. What we see in Television, is what we think is cool, is 'in'. What our 'idols' wear - that's what we want and what we think is beautiful. Media set a certain standard of beauty, only the slim and the white are beautiful. (NOT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth choose to listen to the radio than to hear stories from the oldies. The youth choose to watch TV than to read a book. Starting at a young age, young minds are poisoned by media. Media molds their being by setting standards, changing their beliefs and incorporating values from what media shows. Unguarded information are made known to kids whenever the change channels. They believe in whatever they see, and want what's advertised on TV. Families are divided and more time is spent watching TV or listening to the radio rather than enjoying quality time. Media became a strong competitor when it comes to attracting one's attention, because kids would choose the tv than their own parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, through evolution of the box with sound coming from it and the box with moving pictures. Through the evolution of it's content, media has proven its POWER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497986581330073679-4890027213692501550?l=potislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4890027213692501550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497986581330073679&amp;postID=4890027213692501550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/4890027213692501550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/4890027213692501550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/2007/10/broadcast-power.html' title='Broadcast Power'/><author><name>potislove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14872094990288195294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497986581330073679.post-601523305916728234</id><published>2007-10-02T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T15:58:03.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>END of My Shameless Plugging</title><content type='html'>Way back senior year, I belonged to the Research Elective class. Our final requirement for the subject was to create a class magazine and only ten people out of 40 plus students in our class working on it. We thought it was easy and we didn't take it seriously at first so we ended up in tears. We tried to finish it through an overnight session, but we didn't make it. It was totally depressing, after all your hardwork and all the sleepless nights devoted doing it - added up to shame because we were the only class that was not able to pass. We were heartbroken, not only because of our grades on the line but we were so ashamed to our classmates who even bothered to help us. Good thing, our teacher finally had the heart and gave us another chance. Though our magazine was good enough or even better than the others, ours was never displayed and was graded with a low grade for being late. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had an experience creating a magazine and that's when I learned that it wasn't easy, not at all. Although it seems so easy whenever you browse a magazine, think AGAIN. A year later, now, I am in college - a first year student of the third section of Communication Arts, attending the CA 101 class with a dreadful requirement - A CLASS MAGAZINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When 1CA3 heard this from our Professor, Ma'am Faye. All were excited, everyone suddenly got busy talking non - stop, brainstorming and the like. Yes, like everyone else I was also excited, knowing that it's another unforgettable experience with my classmates. But I was quiet, because I knew that it wasn't going to be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was correct. Yes, I trust my new classmates, of course, we are Communication Arts students. Creating magazines would be one of our future jobs, we have the brightest ideas and creative skills - this job is a piece of cake! ;p Hell no! I guess all of us viewed this project in the same perpespective, and so, we didn't take it 'that' seriously. Well, we did but... err.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process was fun at first. For me, it was! TOTALLY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belonged to the Art Department, with my dear friend Margo as head. We were quite confused what our job was since there was also a different department assigned for Lay - outing, what are supposed to do? Later on, we were assigned to take charge of the photos for the Mag. Who was so excited? ME! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so love pictorials! :) Although we were taking it seriously, preparing the costumes, selecting the models, etc. We exerted much effort but still, we had fun. Our first shoot was a Saturday. I was sleepless due to a previous night gimmick and we also had a pictorial for the beauty section of the mag the day before. The following day, I went to UST - I was late, but I was the one who brought the stuff they forgot, I brought extra clothes and props. And I was the one in charge of fixing their hair. And yeah, I had my shots taken as well. BUBBLY:) The next shoot was a Tuesday after our 7pm class because these shoots were supposed to be taken at night. It was tiring but fun. As always, I was again in charge of the hair. My pictures from the previous pictorial were 'not good enough?', so we had to re-take that night. I was a professional (haha) and took my 'bubbliness' to the highest level. I was literally lying on the grass and was scratching non - stop after wards because I had allergies. "I'm itchy, scratch me!" ;p It took us a number of days to finally complete the pictures but only a few were selected for the final lay - out of the mag. (quite depressing, after all the hard work) Margo and I were chatting almost every morning before we go to school, critisizing the edited version of the pictures and deciding which ones that needs more editing, re-take, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you view my multiply, &lt;a href="http://lollipot.multiply.com/"&gt;http://lollipot.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt; . There, you can view the shots taken in between the pictorials. And if you read the album description, you can see that I was shamelessy plugging our magazine and used the 'behind the scenes' pictures as teasers. ;p Btw, I wasn't allowed by Margo to post the actual pictures before the Magazine release and we kept the pictures to our eyes only, not even to our classmates. (top secret, SURPRISE! ;p) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all events involving pictures in the Mag, I was there and Margo, too! (haha magkapatid na nga kami eh! ;p) From the Julius Babao interview, where Margo, Ean and I formed the JFC (Julius Babao Fans Club) and had a picture with Aga Muhlach! :P To our beauty section pictorial (Kat's article), we ended up at Body Shop gateway and watching the last full show of 1408 and Kat &amp;amp; Gladys sleeping at my house. To the two-day shoot at UST. Editing &amp;amp; bonding sessions here at my house and our YM sessions. Truly unforgettable, priceless memories. I was absent during the last one, though. The final overnight editing at Meryll's house. ;( *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, seeing the finished product, holding an actual copy of our hard work - such an amazing feeling. I'm still proud of what we've done and the fact that we were able to pass on time. Another memorable magazine experience. And yeah, SOLD OUT, baby! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An overflowing bank of the brightest ideas of great young minds + much effort, hard work, bloodshed &amp;amp; sleepless nights of 50 students + unlimited supply of creativity, talents and abilities = &lt;em&gt;the perfect mixture of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;TAHO&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not your ordinary flavour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497986581330073679-601523305916728234?l=potislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/feeds/601523305916728234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497986581330073679&amp;postID=601523305916728234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/601523305916728234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/601523305916728234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/2007/10/end-of-my-shameless-plugging.html' title='END of My Shameless Plugging'/><author><name>potislove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14872094990288195294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497986581330073679.post-1653557397185145228</id><published>2007-08-01T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T17:34:16.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>War of the Worlds</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Placing myself in the shoes of one of the listeners during that time, I would've also believed in what I heard. Hearing a breaking news interrupting 'the usual' orchestra performances aired on radio would really catch my attention and get my ear glued to the speakers of my radio for further information. Like the many bothered others at that time, I'll try as much to keep track of what's happening around me and I would want to hear more to know more. With scientists talking, with residents who actually viewed what happened describing what they saw, with military officers warning us - all seemed to be true, factual and reliable. There's no TV to actually show me the real event, but their voices, what they said were the vital information that I rely on for me to know whether I'm in danger or whatsover. It is through what the radio reports that we are able to know what's happening around us, it's our only connection and source of information in our community - of course, I would certainly believe in what I just heard. At that point in time, who would not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One big factor at the time that they took as an advantage was that, it was&lt;strong&gt; only on radio&lt;/strong&gt;. To some who are really keen, would stick with the saying "to see is to believe". But who would bother to actually go out at a time of danger just to see whether the aliens were really there or not? Of course, people would stay in their own homes that they believe are safe and get attached to their radios wanting to get updated on what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a time when radio is the only source of reliable information and Television was not yet invented, people would really believe in such and expect that whatever the media reports, what they hear to be true. Although there are chances of alterations like this, the possibilities that people behind radio broadcasting would do such a thing and deceive people are very low because they know that audiences at that time purely rely on the information that they give and believe in them and it is their credibility, the faith and trust of the people at stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was only a show, with all due respect and in all fairness, it was quite realistic if you heard it during that time. They were creative enough to produce a realistic work that's almost entirely deceiving. Two thumbs-up for their creative ideas that they used the usual way of reporting and acting it out like delivering normal information, made it sound realistic; for the people behind the 'breaking news' effect and the 'live interviews' drama, they were really good especially in radio acting. Plus, the news itself was something new during that time, something they never heard before - added with innovations and much creativity, it came as no surprise that their deceiving attempt was successful and the show easily captured the attention of the listeners, moreover, affected them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, the 1938 broadcast of HG Wells' War of the Worlds by the Mercury Theater proved how powerful media was. And yes, it still is or more powerful now, even. The media provides us with the vital information that we need to know. Although there may be chances of alterations and the like, the media is still considered as one of the most reliable sources. Especially now that the Television has been invented and there's proof because we are able to see the actually events happening live, we easily believe in what they show us. But still, there are also new innovations in ways to alter videos and the like that can easily deceive us. I'm not against media and I'm not saying that media is not credible and that we shouldn't believe in them or what they report to us are altered and untrue. All I'm trying to point out is that, as viewers we should responsible enough to decide what to believe. We shouldn't purely rely on one source alone now that we have other resources but we should try to investigate on our own. Media will continue to do their job in reporting what's happening around us, it may be true or not - it is up to us, the viewers to decide what to believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497986581330073679-1653557397185145228?l=potislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1653557397185145228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497986581330073679&amp;postID=1653557397185145228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/1653557397185145228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/1653557397185145228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/2007/08/war-of-worlds.html' title='War of the Worlds'/><author><name>potislove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14872094990288195294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497986581330073679.post-3579213197124910202</id><published>2007-07-30T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T20:24:28.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Information Revolution</title><content type='html'>In the current media situation that we are experiencing today, we are still uncontented with what media has to offer. The people behind every movie, radio and tv station and every medium of media continue to explore for new ways of innovating their work. They always aim for something new and fresh that would capture the interest of the viewers. Indeed, this industry never stops but continues to improve and evolve through time. I believe that it is a good thing that media continues to search for improvement, but I also believe that the viewers must also appreciate the hardwork of the people who tries so hard to provide good entertainment for us and value what we have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long way, before we had the chance experience the forms of entertainment we enjoy today. And learning what media has been through and how it evolved made me appreciate what we sometimes take for granted.  Although it is truly their aim to provide quality entertainment, what they give should also be appreciated. People are getting harder to please nowadays and they tend to expect too much from media. We sometimes overlook their efforts and look down upon their work. Viewers should try to stop for a while and take time to take a step back - to know the tough road media has been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A series of attempts, a mixture of failures and success&lt;/em&gt; - this would perfectly describe the Information Revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I admire most is the undying perseverance of the people behind this industry. The continuous search for improvement, bringing out the best in people in this industry. Talents, efforts, bright ideas - never ending just to produce something unique and creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world where nothing is permanent but change. The taste of people change, their interest changes as well, nothing stays stagnant. As for media, continues to dance along with the beat to keep track with the constant change in this world. A never ending search for improvement for the entertainment of all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497986581330073679-3579213197124910202?l=potislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3579213197124910202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497986581330073679&amp;postID=3579213197124910202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/3579213197124910202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/3579213197124910202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/2007/07/information-revolution.html' title='Information Revolution'/><author><name>potislove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14872094990288195294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497986581330073679.post-6622576172029563625</id><published>2007-06-29T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T04:50:23.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflective Journal Post 1: PBB Fiasco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.retzwerx.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/pinoy-big-brother-season-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.retzwerx.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/pinoy-big-brother-season-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not really a PBB fan, I don't even watch it but this entry would be about the PBB issue. Honestly, I'm annoyed about the whole thing that's why I chose to write about it for my reflective journal. I just don't get it why people are so affected with the people trapped inside that house when they are not even related to them and they talk about it, 24/7 like it's a national issue or something relevant in they're own lives. What irritates me the most is that even at home, my family talks about it NON-STOP. Argh. And so, because of them I'm also updated about the happenings inside 'the Bahay ni Kuya'. I heard about the recent issue about the email regarding the votes being altered and stuff, and that Cristy Fermin was the one who blurted out the so-called, 'truth'. And after reporting such news, they would take back they're word then deny it. Why would a 'Kapamilya' employee do such a thing? She would risk her own source of bread and butter and credibility just for the sake of revealing the truth? Oh c'mon! That would be bullshit. Why would ABS-CBN let such an incident happen and reveal such vital information if they know that it would be harmful to them? That's like committing suicide for the entire company. It was discussed in our CA class that media is always bias. And in this situation, I can say that it really is. On the surface, people may say that the whole issue may have caused danger for the show and the company but underneath there's a purpose for this outbreak. This news instensified the intrigues, causing more and more controversies; making the show more interesting for the viewers. The more issues, the more people talk about it. And then they say that people should vote wisely and that people vote 'to save' a housemate not to eliminate. But they keep this Wendy girl in the big four, to trigger conflicts inside the house. But the people wants her out, of course what should the people do? VOTE. And who earns loads of money whenever the people vote, the company ABS-CBN. As discussed in class, media always has a reason - a purpose for showing something. They didn't let this news out just for nothing or they want to ruin the public's trust in them, there's a hidden agenda. There's a reason behind all this, and I can say that the people behind this are really smart enough to pull off such gimmick, smart enough to play tricks with the people's minds. This only shows that this business really requires a creative mind and the whole issue only proves how powerful media can be, it can really alter the people's beliefs... even change lives.  All I hope is that, the people in this business would use the power that they have in order to improve the people's lives not only to improve their own.  And that the viewers would be critical enough to judge what to believe and follow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497986581330073679-6622576172029563625?l=potislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6622576172029563625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497986581330073679&amp;postID=6622576172029563625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/6622576172029563625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/6622576172029563625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/2007/06/pbb-fiasco-reflective-journal-post-1.html' title='Reflective Journal Post 1: PBB Fiasco'/><author><name>potislove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14872094990288195294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497986581330073679.post-2129107469216953130</id><published>2007-06-02T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T22:16:21.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EV_Slsz9XL4/RmG8Bmr_Q5I/AAAAAAAAACE/qPsL2vvqZcE/s1600-h/02-06-07_1400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071541391146828690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EV_Slsz9XL4/RmG8Bmr_Q5I/AAAAAAAAACE/qPsL2vvqZcE/s200/02-06-07_1400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My True Love :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EV_Slsz9XL4/RmG78Wr_Q4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/zQpdhnbB0fA/s1600-h/02-06-07_1911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071541300952515458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EV_Slsz9XL4/RmG78Wr_Q4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/zQpdhnbB0fA/s200/02-06-07_1911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; My&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nails, Beybeh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EV_Slsz9XL4/RmG712r_Q3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/B6YNjf8luYw/s1600-h/02-06-07_1606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071541189283365746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EV_Slsz9XL4/RmG712r_Q3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/B6YNjf8luYw/s200/02-06-07_1606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My New Motto :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EV_Slsz9XL4/RmG65mr_Q2I/AAAAAAAAABs/5pmTS1nehLs/s1600-h/02-06-07_1403.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ JUST DANCE :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm inlove... with BODYJAM. :) Damnit! Now, my dream in life is to become an instructor of my everdearest BJ! Ooh, one day you'll see me up on stage YEAH! Dancing is LOVE, totally! :D My sweet escape, it's fun and it's burning majoooor fats! ;) I just can't stop dadadancinngg, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIO:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Two words, Burn &amp; Sweat! " :)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing left for me to do but dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Off these bad times I’m going through &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got canned heat in my heels tonight baby &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey I’ve got to dance yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Off the nasty things that people say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dance yeah but I’m gonna make it anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dance yeah got canned heat in my heels tonight baby &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Random Reasons&lt;/strong&gt; (only the people involved can figure this out! ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonding with my beybehs.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jacket. Grams Diner. Expensive fries &amp; Chicken fingers. Yucky BBQ dip. 'Feed Me'. John Lloyd craze. Star hunting. Tibo-ness. Starbucks. Hot seat. White Chocolate Mocha. The Smile. Mysterious Unlock Code. Flip phone. Fingernails. Gold girls. Zahir. Summerswing. Hawt! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pot:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*tinuturo at dinudutdot ung White Chocolate Mocha picture* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barista:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Hot?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pot:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Oo... Like me!"&lt;/em&gt; *looool* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gymbuds Galore:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cycling. TokyoTokyo. Tita Jo. PTs. Reception Area. The Loop. Steam. Conditioner. Scrub. Food. Shower. Lost locker keys. Dry-Fit. Sweat. Burn baby, burn. GX. Weights. Walking. Dancing. Non-stop texting. 'Girl!'. 'I must love pain'. Adidas. Impossible is Nothing. Marathon. KFC. Taho. Vomit attack. Issues. Chismis. Crushes. 'I still know I can do so much better'. Nike. 'Awoo!'. Jumango. Lolo. Chopchop. SunCellular. Models. 'Bakla!'. Jamiroquai. Coffee. Idols. The Future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill in the blanks: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______: &lt;em&gt;"Strup your shoelaces!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______: &lt;em&gt;"Uhmm.. Guard! Guard!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's about it, I guess I'm okay. I'm doing well and everything is in place - almost perfect but yeah, something is missing though... *sigh* Ohwell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497986581330073679-2129107469216953130?l=potislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2129107469216953130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497986581330073679&amp;postID=2129107469216953130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/2129107469216953130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/2129107469216953130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/2007/06/almost-perfect_02.html' title='Almost Perfect'/><author><name>potislove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14872094990288195294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EV_Slsz9XL4/RmG8Bmr_Q5I/AAAAAAAAACE/qPsL2vvqZcE/s72-c/02-06-07_1400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497986581330073679.post-6432937865645540701</id><published>2007-05-29T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T08:42:43.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Up?</title><content type='html'>+ Sayonara - Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, it was goodbye to my dear cousins and nieces. It was also a painful farewell to our escapade. (No more adventures) All of a sudden, the house felt so quiet and empty. It was heartbreaking and yes, I miss them much. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was a total bonding day with my favorite girl, Cha. :) Had so much fun and talked about lots and lotsa things. I missed her! Dehym. And we met the pretty ShowStoppers at McDo Retiro, and got soaked under the pouring rain just to go to Boleng's place. Then transferred to Starbucks to continue our bonding thing, damn I heart Cha much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah, the Homeboy episode that I was plugging was aired last Friday. It shocked a lot of Theresian viewers who saw my dearest mommy Remz on camera being kissed by Piolo Pascual. (oh my!) And yes, I saw myself, Cha and Val at the background on some parts. (I looked fat on TV, baaaaad!) :O&lt;br /&gt;tama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Shrek the Third - Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, watched it and loved it. But the critics are right, Shrek 2 is funnier though. My perfect date with one really great guy, my brother, Kuya Tin. It was a must for us to watch it TOGETHER. It's sort of like, tradition or something since we watched the first two Shrek movies together. I really love my brother, even though he was so sleepy and tired from work he kept his promise and watched it with me. (awww)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ GatewayGetaway - Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other cousins (mother side), oooh boy I missed them and they missed me, too! So, I joined them at Gateway (ugh, forever) and we ate all my ultimate faves. (wee) BK and DQ!!! :D Gosh, we had sooo much fun talking about pure nonsense. Like naming our future children after food "Si Adobong Baboy, Crispy Chicken at Cheese Burger". (BENTA!!!) And yes, we missed each other so much that we had to extend our bonding time even after Gateway. Went to their house to watch 'Step Up' (hot, hot Channing Tatum!) then watched PBB, then Magiiiiic Siiiiing! :) Ohyeah, it was around 12 in the morning and we were waking up our poor neighbors due to our golden voices. (Yihaa!) Majoooor fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Home Sweet Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was back at the gym. And dehym, it felt so great. I kept on saying "Grabe, namiss ko 'to.", cause I really did. I missed my gym buds and the PTs and everyone! (waa) I was absent for an entire week. (baaaad) Now, my body is sore and it feels soooo heavy. I have to work EXTRA hard. Retro and BodyJam never fails to make my day, and it was a perfect 'Welcome Back' thing. (loveit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Tahday :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Kuya Marv (? not sure), I feel 'armless' (fuck, is there such a word! Ohyeah, there is. ;p) Anyway, my arms are sore and my legs are sore as well. All because of the twenty minute bonding with the stepper and the weights program. I was soooo tired, I was literally screaming "Ayoko na!!! Pinapatay niya koooo!!!". Good thing we had this 'lecture' thing with Ate Lady IDOL, it was fun and relaxing talking to her. She's just so great, I really admire her. (LadyLove ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, my wrist got sort of... injured. Due to sheer stupidity. Poor, poor wrist of mine, swollen and all. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rain, rain go away." Well not really, it's okay, it doesn't bother me at all and at least it's cold. (burr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Till then, tata! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497986581330073679-6432937865645540701?l=potislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6432937865645540701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497986581330073679&amp;postID=6432937865645540701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/6432937865645540701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/6432937865645540701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/2007/05/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s Up?'/><author><name>potislove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14872094990288195294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497986581330073679.post-6821663992667206689</id><published>2007-05-24T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T10:48:39.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaboo, Oh Oh! :))</title><content type='html'>Wtf? What's with the title, man. LAME! :)) Ohwell, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Nina &amp; Michaelangelo's gig last night at Club O. (Well, that explains the "Oh, Oh!" part of the title... the 'Kaboo' part, never mind! ;p) Anyway, it was okay and she was great. Had fun, and yeah... :) At least I was out and up until 3am so when we got home, it was time to get some shut eye! (no time for sentimental thoughts) And so, due to all the stress and drama from the past days aaaaand all the sleepless nights &amp;amp; tiring gimmicks... Pot is sick. (not totally, but yeah) I woke up with an extra heavy head, colds and I was barfing. (poor me, boohoo!) But it doesn't matter, still spent the entire day out. Ugh, I'm too lazy to re-tell all the events today and it's that even that interesting, so why bother? (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough crap. A little update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm still ALIVE (oh, c'mon!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired (mentally and physically, yeahuh)&lt;br /&gt;I bet a hundred that I'm going to crack, sooner or later... (still, I hope not)&lt;br /&gt;I'm done thinking. (hurray???)&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm waiting (bullshit)&lt;br /&gt;Hell. ddddying here. (1..2..3..BOO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still searching for the impossible: a painless way to live life on my own. (a.k.a. without you)&lt;br /&gt;Still hoping for the best, a little effort maybe? (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;Missyoumuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I'm a loadless globeusersupertexter-MagingSinoKaMan Crying Freak! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KABOO y`all!!! :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497986581330073679-6821663992667206689?l=potislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6821663992667206689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497986581330073679&amp;postID=6821663992667206689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/6821663992667206689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/6821663992667206689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/2007/05/kaboo-oh-oh.html' title='Kaboo, Oh Oh! :))'/><author><name>potislove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14872094990288195294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497986581330073679.post-3616662284273316835</id><published>2007-05-22T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:24:18.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullcraaaap. Random thoughts of an insane mind</title><content type='html'>+ Writing about the stupidest things is so annoying, like describing the food you ate as if your readers don't know what 'tuyo' is and what it looks like. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Summer is almost over and now, I'm aspiring for a summer job. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I secretly dream that Fitness First would pay me for going there every single day. But too bad, I pay them instead. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Everytime I have fuckin' colds, I end up wanting to remove my entiiire nose believing that it's the only solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I wanna pound my head on the wall. Fuckin' headache is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I use drama shows as an excuse for crying. So you can see me crying infront of the telly even though the scene is not even tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I hate going to bed and turning off the lights. I have no escape from my inner thoughts and I feel so alone, I end up crying every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I hate thinking! It's killing meeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ My braincells are drying up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ This is non sense, rubbish old craaaap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I'll shut up, now. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497986581330073679-3616662284273316835?l=potislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3616662284273316835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497986581330073679&amp;postID=3616662284273316835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/3616662284273316835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/3616662284273316835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/2007/05/bullcraaaap-random-thoughts-of-insane.html' title='Bullcraaaap. Random thoughts of an insane mind'/><author><name>potislove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14872094990288195294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497986581330073679.post-4250227689880263757</id><published>2007-05-14T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T19:43:08.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escapade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EV_Slsz9XL4/RkkWjidjqTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjSVu1RQXpI/s1600-h/Laguna+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064604055756843314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EV_Slsz9XL4/RkkWjidjqTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjSVu1RQXpI/s320/Laguna+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EV_Slsz9XL4/RkkV6idjqSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/637Ha1tJp-4/s1600-h/Laguna+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064603351382206754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EV_Slsz9XL4/RkkV6idjqSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/637Ha1tJp-4/s320/Laguna+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one point of this freakin' hot summer, I was actually enjoying and experiencing that 'time of my life' (or summer, yeah haha). And yes, I loved it much - it was awesome. It was our happy-go-lucky days with my ever dearest cousins, we were travelling miles going to nowhere in particular. We never really had plans or whatsover, because plans always end up getting ruined in the end - disappointing, so never mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Pajero + Money + Gas + iPod (kaduper loud music, yeah!) + 5 travellers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; =&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ESCAPADE :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lalalalaguna is Lolololove! :X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my perfect getaway from all the stress and drama from the past week. (ooh boy, it was a tough week) If it weren't for them and all these, I would have done something stupid again. But naaah, I won't let that happen ever again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, we were supposed to go to Villa Escudero. But due to lack of sleep from the previous night gimmick, we ended up at Laguna instead. Swimming. Then we visited UP LB, and I found out I had this Aunt who is a Dean there. (Amazing!) I so wanna study there, it's huuuuuuuuge! :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next day, was major pig out and strolling. We ordered so much, we couldn't even finish half of it. DododonHen :)) Then we ordered cakes and looked for a resto for Mum's day. And I dunno how the fuck did we end up driving along UP campus. Yeah, ghost hunting adventure! Indeed, it freaked me out because my brother and cousin can actually see... - ohyeah! Then after much driving and getting lost somewhere I'm not familiar with, we ended up at The Block. We weren't supposed to go home yet, but Mama's getting maaaad. ;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day after was a trip to Pagsanjan. The whole fambam was complete, then. It was totally fun, I swear - I really really want to go back! The actual falls was amazing, it was such a breath-taking sight. And when you actually stay under the falls, total body massage - such an amazing feeling. And the boat ride was a total adventure, like an actual roaring rapid ride. (YIHAA!) And we passed by this town called 'Liliw', DEHYM! Shoes and slippers galore at a super low price! (waa heaven! 8-O) We all went home, wasted and sun-burned :X (tantantan) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all good things come to an end, yesterday I was absent from the gang. I wasn't able to join the trip to Tagaytay and Embassy. (fuck, major loss) Poor, poor me. Dehym, I actually pity myself! (haha) I ended up playing at Timezone and eating Chocolate Chip Blizzard at Gateway just to cheer up myself. Ohwell, when they come back from Mindoro on Friday - watch out for the Escapade Part Two. ;p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497986581330073679-4250227689880263757?l=potislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4250227689880263757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497986581330073679&amp;postID=4250227689880263757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/4250227689880263757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/4250227689880263757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/2007/05/escapade.html' title='Escapade'/><author><name>potislove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14872094990288195294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EV_Slsz9XL4/RkkWjidjqTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjSVu1RQXpI/s72-c/Laguna+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497986581330073679.post-4164446343592608218</id><published>2007-05-13T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T03:50:21.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><title type='text'>Pamper Me :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EV_Slsz9XL4/RlLKyB_uVHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3dvDXCXlvzo/s1600-h/Mother%27s++Day+%6007+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067335491623212146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EV_Slsz9XL4/RlLKyB_uVHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3dvDXCXlvzo/s320/Mother%27s++Day+%6007+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EV_Slsz9XL4/RlLKCh_uVGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vMcriGGjhlc/s1600-h/13-05-07_1538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067334675579425890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EV_Slsz9XL4/RlLKCh_uVGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vMcriGGjhlc/s320/13-05-07_1538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EV_Slsz9XL4/RlLJnB_uVFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JhpguNgoKvU/s1600-h/13-05-07_1521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067334203133023314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EV_Slsz9XL4/RlLJnB_uVFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JhpguNgoKvU/s320/13-05-07_1521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EV_Slsz9XL4/RkcFpidjqRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PPQ_TTHoK8Y/s1600-h/Mother%27s++Day+%6007+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh boy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I woke up with a terrible headache and symptoms of colds attack. (bad news) For several days, I lack sleep and proper rest due to our ESCAPADE. (for more info about this, watch out for the next posts with pictures! haha). First thing I did was of course, greet my dearest mum a 'Happy Mother's Day'. And I took a bath, fixed myself, curled my hair and off to Church. We had lunch with the whole fambam at China Plate and I'm beginning to increase weight again. (I can feel it and this is bad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, we went straight to Nail Loft. My superkaduper fave place to get my nails done. I have french tipped fingernails and glittery aqua blue toenails. Love it to bits, it's ultimately faaab! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was a new haircut. Indeed, I badly needed one. My hair is a loooot shorter now and I lololove it! And I missed Kuya Richard and the other staff of Hair Asia. I heart them, much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatta daaaaaay! I felt like I'm a mother as well, celebrating this day pampered and the like. (Oohlala) I want this forever! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to yer mothers, y'all! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497986581330073679-4164446343592608218?l=potislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4164446343592608218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497986581330073679&amp;postID=4164446343592608218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/4164446343592608218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/4164446343592608218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/2007/05/pamper-me.html' title='Pamper Me :)'/><author><name>potislove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14872094990288195294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EV_Slsz9XL4/RlLKyB_uVHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3dvDXCXlvzo/s72-c/Mother%27s++Day+%6007+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497986581330073679.post-6553002300918693004</id><published>2007-05-10T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T02:54:41.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>10 Things I Hate About Pot :))</title><content type='html'>RULES: Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird habits/things/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a BOOKWORM. Totally! I love reading, I really enjoy it. I have tooons of books ever since I was a kid. I collect Nancy Drew &amp;amp; Sabrina the Teenage Witch books and a lot more. I have read the whole Shopaholic and Harry Potter series (and still waiting for the next books). I enjoy staying at bookstores esp. Powerbooks and I dream of owning my own library someday. Wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. HAAAAATE! I HATE watching suspense/thriller type of shows or movies. Although sometimes I'm in the mood to watch horror movies, I always end up covering my eyes and screaming at the top of my lungs. I'm one scared little kid and I often fear that I might end up dreaming of what I watched. And yeah, I HATE trekking - when I was in 2ndyear, I was even titled 'Worst trekker'. Never really enjoyed being trapped in the woods, I'd rather spend the entire day under the sea! I heart swimming! And I guess, I'm quite good at it. I can actually walk while doing a headstand! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm a total CRYBABY. Yes, indeed I always cry. I cry because of the stupidest and shallowest reasons, I cry at the movies even though it's not even that tragic, I cry because of other people's problems, I cry just because... I feel like it? (haha) And yeah, I cried at one Winnie the Pooh movie the one with the Heffalump. Ohyeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I LOVE Korean telenovelas and Taiwanese, too! I'm a total fan and I own lotsa dvds that are so precious to me! Last summer, I got so addicted that I actually lived in front of the telly and I sleep at around 4am just because I'm watching then when I wake up at around 12 in the afternoon, I'll continue watching again. And every year, I repeat my all-time fave MG and my other faves. Wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Whenever I'm depressed or not in the mood, one thing that helps me a lot to get over it is ICE CREAM! A sundae, blizzard or vanilla ice cream would do, and in an instant... *boom!* I'm happy! :D And yeah, one - round of games at Timezone would be a big help, too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm a six year old kid trapped in a sixteen year old teen's body, a real Kid at heart! My two little pigs, Piggy and Chiggy are part of my family. I buy them clothes and we even celebrate their birthday! (with cake, food and all) I'm retarded, I know! :)) And yeah, up to now I still buy coloring books and coloring is still my hobby. And and, I still find watching cartoons the best form of entertainment! I'm a looney, crazy, insane, mad little pig lover! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My bathroom secrets: every single day(it's true), my parents scold me because it takes me a long, long time just to take a bath. My longest time was 3 hours or more. And there's this one time when my mom caught me sleeping in the shower! Take Note: I was standing up, the water from the shower was pouring down on me and I was literally sleeping! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. 'I'. I am one insecure, impulsive piece of shit. :)) (and I admit it!) At least, I put my insecurities into good use and try my best to improve myself. But my impulsiveness is getting out of hand (buying - buying), my room is getting filled up with stuff I'm not even using! (tsktsk) Anyway, I'm one vain little miss who loves herself so so much. I love taking photographs, especially pictures of myself. (HAHA) And I dunno if this is something that I should be proud of, but in our class survey I won the title of 'Vainest'. Yihaa :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm really blessed and I can't thank God enough. I have the greatest people ever made beside me, supporting me all the way. I love my family so much, they are the best. That's why I never fail to kiss and hug them every night before I go to bed and do the same thing every waking morning. Love :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497986581330073679-6553002300918693004?l=potislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6553002300918693004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497986581330073679&amp;postID=6553002300918693004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/6553002300918693004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/6553002300918693004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/2007/05/10-things-i-hate-about-pot.html' title='10 Things I Hate About Pot :))'/><author><name>potislove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14872094990288195294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497986581330073679.post-2398022560880751638</id><published>2007-05-04T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T05:54:56.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's Changing</title><content type='html'>Through the times, we have to deal with changes. We have to adjust, we have to adapt and we have to ACCEPT. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Change is the only permanent thing in this world, it's inevitable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;It's part of growing up&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Whether it's for the better or worse, people change and that's a fact. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know and I admit that I'm changing and I do hope that it's for the better. And I honestly believe that my intentions are clean. I also admit that I'm one hell of an insecure loser but this loser is smart enough to know her boundaries and she knows how to use her insecurities well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched SPIDEY3 today, and at the end of the movie Peter Parker said something like "&lt;em&gt;In life we always have choices &lt;/em&gt;blahblah". It was saying that in whatever circumstance, good or bad we must always choose to do the right thing. It also said something about choosing to become the best that you can be in spite of all the hindrances and the like. (Nice movie, btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Put your insecurities into good use. Develop your talents and improve yourself. So your loved one can proudly say, "SHE'S THE BEST I EVER HAD." Irresistable!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(One of my realizations and my 'about me' before in my friendster account. ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I admit that I'm insecure and I don't deny it. It's a fact that I must accept and deal with. I'm tired of crying and looking down on myself. So I decided to make some changes. I'm doing this for me and for that person. Basically because I want to be the best for that person. I want to be the one (that person) couldn't resist and live without. I want that person to be proud of me and feel lucky to have me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"BE THE BEST THAT YOU CAN BE"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your loved one may love you for who you are and accept you fully. But I believe that it doesn't end there. Don't focus your life on one person only. Don't get me wrong, I'm not against it but I still believe that a person inlove still has his/her own life to deal with. Go ahead and build your world around that person you love, BUT STILL, love yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, my motto in life.&lt;strong&gt; LOVE YOURSELF. :)&lt;/strong&gt; And yes, I do love myself. This is me, take me or leave me. What I wear, how I project myself, the way I walk, talk and act, my wants, my ways... all these show who I really am and I proudly show it off to the world. I don't care what other's think. But still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMMENTS ARE GLADLY ACCEPTED AND APPRECIATED, Thankyou :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm changing, all of us, we are all changing. Accept it, we can't live like 'this' forever. I really wish we could, but that's impossible. All we have to do now is deal with it, live with it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But there are some things that remain the same. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep-down, I'm still the same, old Pot you used to know. I missed you and I miss you even more. I'm hurt and I'm trying ignore this hatred. I hope that you're still the same person that I used to know. And I wish you could at least accept me. ;s &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497986581330073679-2398022560880751638?l=potislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2398022560880751638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497986581330073679&amp;postID=2398022560880751638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/2398022560880751638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/2398022560880751638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/2007/05/everybodys-changing.html' title='Everybody&apos;s Changing'/><author><name>potislove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14872094990288195294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497986581330073679.post-3588692437600596973</id><published>2007-04-30T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T08:45:18.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to My Favorite Girl :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cha is LOVE. :) She' my Tehdeh and I so so love her! She's that ONE understanding soul who listens to all my crappy stories and she gives the perfect advices. She almost a sister to me. 'What you see is what you get', one thing I truly love about her is that she's true to herself and doesn't care much on what other people might say or think. She's gifted and goal-oriented. She's a true friend who would share everything with you, especially her time. And when she falls inlove, she gives her all... 101% :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Cha! :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know how much Tehdeh loves you! :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll celebrate and we'll have such a great time! PROMISE :D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Much love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Vainest Person You Know :p &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497986581330073679-3588692437600596973?l=potislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3588692437600596973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497986581330073679&amp;postID=3588692437600596973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/3588692437600596973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/3588692437600596973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/tribute-to-extra-special-girl.html' title='Tribute to My Favorite Girl :)'/><author><name>potislove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14872094990288195294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497986581330073679.post-4583580765234242895</id><published>2007-04-29T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T07:09:45.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Breakdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Caffeine Overdose + Sleepless Nights + Gym Galore + No Food Intake for a Day + Next Day Major Pig Out + STRESSFUL THINKING + Depression + Loner Syndrome + Intensive Crying&lt;/em&gt; = &lt;strong&gt;Body Breakdown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Got sick. Damnit. I swear, I won't do that ever AGAIN. Stupid. I hate the feeling, vommitting and all that. (err) At least next time, I know what to do. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pot Bernabe: di ko na uulitin un, lintek ansakit sa katawan eh&lt;br /&gt;Pot Bernabe: maglalandi nalang me ng todo&lt;br /&gt;Pot Bernabe: =))&lt;br /&gt;mickey serrano: gaguuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm stuck here at home due to this sickness. I'm feeling a lot better, still, they didn't allow me to go out. DEHYM. Staying at home is such a pain. I'm dying here. ;( BOOORRRIIINGG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mickey serrano: tara na&lt;br /&gt;Pot Bernabe: naleleche me&lt;br /&gt;Pot Bernabe: ayoko na sa bahay&lt;br /&gt;Pot Bernabe: amp&lt;br /&gt;Pot Bernabe: nakakabobo&lt;br /&gt;mickey serrano: SOBRA&lt;br /&gt;mickey serrano: tuyt na utak ko&lt;br /&gt;Pot Bernabe: gusto ko na sa gym&lt;br /&gt;Pot Bernabe: kahit man lang dun&lt;br /&gt;mickey serrano: oo ngaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;mickey serrano: iwna go out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SO WANNA GO OUT, too! ;( DEHYM. I'll be going out tomorrow! YAY! Finally, freedom! :D I'm just trying to be a 'Goodie Good Girl' today. (WTF! uh-huh, yeah right! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP THE CRAP! I wanna stop writing about EMO-ness and the loser like. :)) CRAP. So, expect less drama and more err whatever (dunno yet). hahaha. Oh well, this sucks. Toodles! ;0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497986581330073679-4583580765234242895?l=potislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4583580765234242895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497986581330073679&amp;postID=4583580765234242895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/4583580765234242895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/4583580765234242895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/breakdown_29.html' title='The Breakdown'/><author><name>potislove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14872094990288195294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497986581330073679.post-1412751136068632868</id><published>2007-04-27T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T12:41:48.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>Boo for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said from my previous post, I never felt so alone. And indeed, I AM LITERALLY ALONE AT HOME. Damnit! It's 3AM and I can't sleep. Maybe because I drank 5cups of coffee today? I sort of, got addicted or something. It was my only source of strength or whatever, at least it's better than beer or any other alcoholic beverage. (I'm not allowed, that's why. If I'm allowed, I would have been drunk! haha ;p) I should be sleeping and I promised Cha I would, but err. I can't. ;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this blog thing is such a big help. I'm able to burst out all my deepest thoughts and emotions through writing. Gosh, I really missed blogging. REALLY. And this entertains me, it's keeping me busy! I'm trying to learn everything all over again. Geez, I'm starting from scratch so expect a slow start. I guess lost my blogging skills and the like. BLOG MAGIC? Wtf! ;p *lol* I'm talking rubbish. This is part of the coffee effect. (Kidding) Nah, this is just a preview of my insanity, harhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, it's almost 4am and I'm still up, not sleepy at all. This is bad, major! (tsktsk) I need to be up by 9am so I can be at the gym before 10. (yelp!) I really should be sleeping, off to bed now. Toodles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497986581330073679-1412751136068632868?l=potislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1412751136068632868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497986581330073679&amp;postID=1412751136068632868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/1412751136068632868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/1412751136068632868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>potislove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14872094990288195294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497986581330073679.post-2939149458126391821</id><published>2007-04-26T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T07:50:37.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my, oh my... FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>Farewell, Livejournal - home of Pot's bittersweet past! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy, Blogger! ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this is my 2nd account. I used to have an account here, about two years ago. Anyway, enough of the past! Finally, I created a new blog. I've been attempting to create a new account for the past weeks, but yeahyeah. :)) Whatever, at least I have a new one now! YAY! :D Cha's entries encouraged me to do so! :)) And I missed blogging soooo much! ;s BOO! so, here goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497986581330073679-2939149458126391821?l=potislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2939149458126391821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497986581330073679&amp;postID=2939149458126391821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/2939149458126391821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497986581330073679/posts/default/2939149458126391821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-my-oh-my-finally.html' title='Oh my, oh my... FINALLY!'/><author><name>potislove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14872094990288195294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
