<?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-6990080683926955462</id><updated>2011-11-03T06:37:48.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture perfect</title><subtitle type='html'>Silence is delight</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990080683926955462.post-1237280786659800572</id><published>2011-10-31T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T08:31:10.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year's Passing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No move still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Passing'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-3884138385248100796</id><published>2011-04-14T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T06:03:39.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just In Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The light flickers wavering to rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sound fade in a swirl of rainbow melody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Black to white, the scenery seems to blur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The night is young but the mind wants to defer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The forces that be pull the soul into the depths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With a shuddering thud the eyes succumb into like death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then stands in a disarray of pictures, that life seem to awaken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to grasp what there is that in reality cannot happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Searching for meaning in that never ending darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With a suffocating feeling when time ceased to pass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then flashes that life which seems so alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In an altering dimension where hopes reside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hue blinds trying, wanting to deceive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sight rushes the eyes wanting to believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then the world shakes and everything is put to stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The mind chases in memory the scenes from bottom to top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sights turn to blur and in a swirl pull back to light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The eyes slowly open in the passing of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6990080683926955462-3884138385248100796?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/3884138385248100796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=3884138385248100796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/3884138385248100796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/3884138385248100796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-in-dreams.html' title='Just In Dreams'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-5862848905724560422</id><published>2011-04-04T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T08:34:52.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonlite Crash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The darkness creeps into the waters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as the night passes through the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hushed rustling of the wind defers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as the tide of the spring nears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in the deep glittered with the beam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as the bright moon scattered to its brim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then vanished everything with the glare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the sea reflecting the moons nightmare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In thousand words came midnight's stare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the mighty sea crumbling through the rocks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From black to white the tide collide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With what of fear the water lacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wind starts howling with the moon sublime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In glinting strokes of zenith a passing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;time was ticking in the sea's uprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the day the moon comes anew turning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the wind and the might the sea came crashing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to reach that which kept shining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a glimpse of darkness it turned to white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On its sparkling tears it breaks through the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And before the hour the moon did fall, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the day came shining with the light appall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the sea came screaming in all delight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;waiting for the darkness to creep tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-5862848905724560422?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/5862848905724560422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=5862848905724560422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/5862848905724560422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/5862848905724560422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2011/04/moonlite-crash.html' title='Moonlite Crash'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-2351092526224527003</id><published>2011-01-08T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T08:58:39.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open End</title><content type='html'>It's apparent where the wind is blowing.&lt;div&gt;I never meant for it to end this way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sucks now that I feel that it should, that it would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This can't be the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not now, not today, not in any way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if it has to end, I'll accept it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just let all the grudges out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And let it end knowing it didn't do so in bitterness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-2351092526224527003?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/2351092526224527003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=2351092526224527003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/2351092526224527003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/2351092526224527003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2011/01/open-end.html' title='Open End'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-1248276555381643015</id><published>2010-09-08T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T05:26:18.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was rough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried to look tough&lt;br /&gt;Never had it in me&lt;br /&gt;so I tried to hide away&lt;br /&gt;I kept it inside so I’d look OK&lt;br /&gt;Said a few words&lt;br /&gt;But I really never felt that way&lt;br /&gt;The whole world tried to push me&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside, I wanted it to stay&lt;br /&gt;I wanted how the things were&lt;br /&gt;When she never went away&lt;br /&gt;But the feelings grew in me&lt;br /&gt;And it tried to eat me, insane&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it,&lt;br /&gt;I was killing my self slowly&lt;br /&gt;Tearing myself to pieces,&lt;br /&gt;It all made me empty&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m jotting this words&lt;br /&gt;By part by heart&lt;br /&gt;It’s all I can do&lt;br /&gt;To keep my head from frenzy&lt;br /&gt;It’s all been a question in the past&lt;br /&gt;A lingering issue&lt;br /&gt;I thought would never last&lt;br /&gt;Am I still sulking or&lt;br /&gt;Have I moved on already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I had the answer&lt;br /&gt;all I felt was vague&lt;br /&gt;Was I really over&lt;br /&gt;or was I just playing tough&lt;br /&gt;Was I dissatisfied&lt;br /&gt;or did I have enough?&lt;br /&gt;Did I feel low&lt;br /&gt;knowing I had no control?&lt;br /&gt;Did I want revenge&lt;br /&gt;feeling I wasn’t loved at all?&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what was coming&lt;br /&gt;and I shunned the world away&lt;br /&gt;I let it boil inside me&lt;br /&gt;until it holed a way&lt;br /&gt;The words clattered in my head&lt;br /&gt;telling me things what not&lt;br /&gt;There are things I could understand&lt;br /&gt;and those which I cannot&lt;br /&gt;And when my eyes were open&lt;br /&gt;it suddenly dawned to me&lt;br /&gt;I’m better off a friend&lt;br /&gt;than what we used to be&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/6990080683926955462-1248276555381643015?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/1248276555381643015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=1248276555381643015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/1248276555381643015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/1248276555381643015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2010/09/ok.html' title='OK'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-8347630132464766975</id><published>2010-06-01T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T06:38:51.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turmoil</title><content type='html'>"Gumulo ang buhay ko dahil sa'yo!" kanina pa ako binabagabag ng mga salitang yan.&lt;br /&gt;"Gumulo ang buhay ko dahil sa'yo!" 'di ko alam kung dapat ko bang paniwalaan, pero parang gusto ko na rin. Ang tagal ko na dapat kasing naiwasan 'to, nalampasan, pero bakit ganun? Sa tuwing malapit ko nang makamit ang kalayaan, sa tuwing malapit na kitang makalimutan, laging gumagawa ang pagkakataon ng bagay upang bumalik ang lahat, upang lalo pang tumindi, upang mapalapit pa ako lalo sa'yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw kong isipin na ito'y tadhana. Lalo akong nahihirapan na maka-move on pag yun ang iniisip ko. Lalo akong umaasa. Bakit nga ba ako umaasa? Ilang beses mo na rin sinabi sa'kin na wala kang nararamdaman sa'kin, na ayaw mong magkaroon tayo ng emosyonal na relasyon . Pero bakit parin ako umaasa? Ganoon na siguro ako katanga, laging umaasa sa bagay na wala, laging naghihintay sa bagay na di darating, lagi na lang. Ito nga ba yung "pagmamahal" o "kahangalan" lang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko nang bumitaw. Pero alam ko na di ko pa nagagawa ang kaya kong gawin. May magagawa pa ako, ngunit walang pagkakataon, o di ko makita ang pagkakataon. Sawa na rin ako sa lumilipas na pagkakataon. Kung magkaroon lang sana ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gumulo ang buhay ko dahil sa'yo!" Hindi, ayaw ko maniwala. Sumaya nga buhay ko dahil sa'yo. Kaya siguro ayaw ko pa sumuko. Kaya di pa ako maka-move on. Kaya ayaw ko pa mag-move on. Takte yan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-8347630132464766975?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/8347630132464766975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=8347630132464766975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/8347630132464766975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/8347630132464766975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2010/06/turmoil.html' title='Turmoil'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-5603805650652119718</id><published>2010-03-20T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T06:55:05.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mix Up</title><content type='html'>Left&lt;br /&gt;   We're now down to the last few days of the academic year and I'm still apparently hanging by a thin strand into surviving my fourth year in U.P. and my fifth year in college in general. I've gotten a bit lax as time passed and I'm feeling my last days of my U.P. life is about to end without having a grand conclusion to my college life as a whole. I've always been pessimistic during these times of the semester because honestly, I never did try to excel in my studies to a point that I never had a semester free of a failing grade for the past years. I'm a lax person. Then again, what has really bothered me is the fact that almost everyone in my generation(batch) is about to graduate and I'm already feeling tired hearing people about their excitement that in a few weeks' time, their college life would be over. I'm jealous of them. But then again, I have to struggle because sooner or later, with the way I live my life, I'd be the last one left. What a great way to start hell week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down&lt;br /&gt;   I feel lazy today. It's been one of my most unproductive days as an "enthusiastic" person. Yesterday, I was excited to go home because I know today had a task that I'd really enjoy. I really didn't plan on going home prior to yesterday because I know I have lots of things to do this weekend and I can't be bothered. But I had to sacrifice a bit so I'd be able to chauffeur my mom to and from the office. Asll I need then was just the proper tool. Turns out, the last minute deprived me of the proper tool. &lt;br /&gt;   I can't count the many times I've driven a manual transmission car without an instructor bugging my right ear. Then again, those instances were in the parking lot of the office when I had to move the car to let another get in or out the driveway, which by the way only required two gears: first and reverse. Driving a manual for more than those two gears was my kryptonite. I've only driven thus once so goodluck to me when my mom asked to drive the manual.&lt;br /&gt;   Actually, another car was available and joy of joys it's an automatic transmission. But my mom was afraid that I'd end up with an accident with it so she said we'd just commute to the office. Damn! What a wasted day! And I'm pissed! My spirits are at an all time low. I feel that my mom doesn't trust me. In her eyes, I'm always under my brother's shadow. Another great way to start hell week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up&lt;br /&gt;   In my many times riding the bus with anyone, only six people had me pumped up into talking with them for the whole trip. I prefer sleeping whenever I travel so, the person depriving me of sleep must really be interesting to get me into a conversation the whole trip. &lt;br /&gt;   Light beamed at me asking me to read something on my phone. It was the most interesting message I've received in months and the conversation that followed was even more unexpected. I can't say it's the happiest conversation I've ever had but it's one I'd never forget. A conversation with hushed voices in a noisy bus, that was a challenge! I'm really glad that I had that conversation. Now, that's a better way to start hell week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right&lt;br /&gt;  I was spilling beans out, a whole bunch of spoiled ones actually, but then you always tried to change the topic. I didn't get why you did that but I realized something. Problems come everyday. Some one can do something about, some none. The only thing one has to do is stand up and move on. Dwelling on the problem won't solve anything. Move on. Many things will come on the way. Walk tall. Live with no regrets. There's always light after the dark.  &lt;br /&gt;  Bring it on hell week!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-5603805650652119718?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/5603805650652119718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=5603805650652119718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/5603805650652119718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/5603805650652119718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2010/03/mix-up.html' title='Mix Up'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-3629708378370001353</id><published>2010-03-19T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:16:33.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BBS</title><content type='html'>Let's just end it with "I like(d) you" XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-3629708378370001353?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/3629708378370001353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=3629708378370001353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/3629708378370001353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/3629708378370001353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2010/03/bbs.html' title='BBS'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-8036554680958530246</id><published>2010-03-05T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:28:42.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chaos</title><content type='html'>He _____ her, she _____ another&lt;br /&gt;He tries to _____ away and to _____ on. &lt;br /&gt;But every time their paths ____, the ______ return.&lt;br /&gt;Every time they _____, things ______ and he starts to _____ again.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its time he ________. Bid ________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-8036554680958530246?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/8036554680958530246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=8036554680958530246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/8036554680958530246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/8036554680958530246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2010/03/chaos.html' title='The Chaos'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-7999529703112922040</id><published>2009-11-29T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T07:10:26.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays Evenings Mornings</title><content type='html'>Pain&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday was a pain in my ass. Actually, it was a pain on my ankle. 2 cactus thorns got stuck on my foot when I accidentally stepped on a cactus which once towered our hideous garden. Since the thorns were on an uncomfortable-to-reach area, I had to ask my mom to remove them. The thorns got stuck deep that my mom had to scrape/cut some layers of my skin to remove them. Good thing my foot's skin is thick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment&lt;br /&gt;Today is a cars show day at Pasay City but we missed attending it. We were expecting guests for a cooking demonstration at lunch time and they missed it the last minute. If only we were informed earlier, we could have rescheduled the cooking demonstration so as to be able to attend the car show. What a waste. Good thing there was free food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, we celebrated the anniversary of one of my orgs.It was the same day as the National Convention at Baguio of another one of my orgs. I had to choose attending the former since I had committed to it first, I knew I'd enjoy on it more, and I'd spend on it less. But I really wanted to go to the latter since I also had to run some errands near where the Convention was held. But it has all been done and my only regret was that I lost the contest I joined in the anniversary celebration because I didn't prepare that much. Good thing there was booze after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom&lt;br /&gt;After the anniversary celebration last friday, I and my good, smart, quiet, weird and new friends headed straight to one of the locally renown beer house(I'm not sure what to call it) near the vicinity. Because everybody missed everybody else, everyone else was talking. And since almost everyone was, soon after, under the influence of alcohol, stories were getting interesting and conversations were growing intense. I just listened though I got bored somewhere in between when my mouth ceased to spell out some words. Good thing I had something to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week's been a fun affair for me. One morning, I was helping a friend look for a place to move in to when we came upon this peculiar all-girls boarding house. We were having a tour on the said boarding house when a guy went out on one of the "many" rooms. A few moments after that a girl with a wide smile or a weird grin came out of the same room. Now that's an interesting all-girls boarding house!&lt;br /&gt;Another morning, I was in one tambayan when i was supposed to be in class. I was late in class and since it was class policy that late comers shouldn't be allowed to enter the class room, I just called it a day and decided not to attend class, which I actually enjoyed doing specially in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Another morning, I was off to go home with my good friend.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-7999529703112922040?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/7999529703112922040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=7999529703112922040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/7999529703112922040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/7999529703112922040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/11/sundays-evenings-mornings.html' title='Sundays Evenings Mornings'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-8283944432780714825</id><published>2009-11-15T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T06:25:12.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff</title><content type='html'>Thoughts keep racing through my head as I ran through notifications on my different social net working accounts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Manny Pacquiao just won another title in boxing and I'm disappointed that I wasn't able to watch the live telecast because we aren't subscribed to any cable company, the delayed telecast because we were busy attending an exhibit at Pasay, and a replay because not one(or so I think) among the stations our T.V. antenna could receive did a telecast. I really want to see why people with access to the live telecast at the exhibit a while ago were shouting and cheering or jeering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;We were arranging a rock pile in our fishpond for our pet turtle to rest on when i found out that one(or two) of 3 of my brother's newly bought fish had its(their) head(s)'s bitten of by another fish and I had to rescue,remove and relocate the other(last) one which already had two big carnivore-fish bite on its side; something similar to the slice my mom usually makes on a tilapia before she would fry it. I'm really hoping it could survive to grow big enough and have its revenge on the culprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;The reason we missed the Pacquiao-Cotto match was because we attended the Philconstruct expo, an exhibit of different construction materials for interior design, structural, and mining work. We went there because we were looking for cheap stuff my brother could add up to the lumber and hardware store my father is setting up for him. I felt a bit jealous and irritated because I actually planned that to be my business in the near future. But anyway, I'd be very glad for my brother to be a part of a business that would be in line with my dream profession. I'm really hoping for his success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;At the exhibit, I fell in love. Fell in love with a truck, a ten wheeler dump truck! I dream that in the future, I'd have a ready-mix-cement plant, a fleet of dump trucks, and a hollow block factory. For now, grades and attitude pull me far from that dream. I need a personality change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching for a text book that, at the famous local bookstore, costs more than 10k.  I've tried to search it on the internet and so far, the cheapest way I could procure it is if I know someone in Europe, who plans to go back to the Philippines in a week, and ask him to buy the book for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, one of my dad's office staff brought her daughter to work. As she was introducing her to me, I unconsciously over-smiled in a way my sister described as exaggeratedly cute. Talk about flirting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had a weird dream. I liked the dream. Then again, the dream made me feel empty. I think, it's time I got serious with my life, and,,, my love life!(Ew. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, I was thinking of a song the title of which I do not know but the lyrics I slightly recall. When I was about to search for the song, I forgot the lyrics. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, we were at school waiting for some people when my good friend began teasing me on an account of a misinterpreted deed. I felt annoyed and didn't want to talk. Later that night, as we were drinking our lives to unconsciousness, this good friend of mine began crying into self destruction for a reason I can't really comprehend. I tried to comfort her. I'm still annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is gonna be a new day for me. I can't wait for the new things to happen. Hopefully, there would be some to amuse me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-8283944432780714825?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/8283944432780714825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=8283944432780714825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/8283944432780714825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/8283944432780714825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-stuff.html' title='Random Stuff'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-4233119459501972534</id><published>2009-08-30T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T07:10:02.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang boring na buhay ng taong nagngangalang ako</title><content type='html'>Matagalan mo kaya ito?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maghapon lang kami sa bahay kanina. Ayaw nilang umalis dahil ayaw nilang gumastos. Gusto kong umalis dahil napakaboring nga naman sa bahay kunsaan kundi T.V. ang kausap ay ang Computer. Gusto ko sanang mamasyal. Bilang na ang mga araw na ako'y magiging malaya sa problema at mga responsibilidad kaya't habang maaga'y gusto kong gumala, lumibot, magliwaliw. Lalu na't minsan lamang sa isandaang taon nawawalan ng ginagawa ang lahat sa pamilya. Minsan lamang sa isanlibong taon yung dalawang araw magkasunod na walang gagawin, sa opisina man, sa bahay o sa skwelahan. At minsan lamang sa ilang libong taon yung magyayaya ako na mamasyal at lahat ay gustong sumama. Ako lang madalas. &lt;br&gt;Kaya't heto, maghapon na nanunuod ng T.V. o nagko-computer, o kumakain, o natutulog. &lt;br&gt;Magpahinga nalang daw muna kami sa bahay. Sabagay, ilang beses nga ba sa isang araw kung kami'y magpagod? magpuyat? magtrabaho? magaral? Magpahinga muna. Kulang pa siguro ang pahinga sa gabi. Magpahinga muna. Kulang pa siguro yung pahinga every 30 minutes sa trabaho. Hay nako!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gusto kong mamasyal! Gusto kong lumibot! Gusto kong maglakbay. Kailan ba kasi ipinagbawal ang hindi pag-gastos sa tuwing may pupuntahan?  Hay nako!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nakadikit na ang mga puwit nila sa upuan, &lt;br&gt;ang mga likod nila sa kama, &lt;br&gt;ang mga mata nila sa T.V. &lt;br&gt;ang mga bibig nila sa kutsara&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;      &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-4233119459501972534?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/4233119459501972534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=4233119459501972534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/4233119459501972534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/4233119459501972534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/08/ang-boring-na-buhay-ng-taong.html' title='Ang boring na buhay ng taong nagngangalang ako'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-4302180007808956899</id><published>2009-08-16T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T07:25:12.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dramadrama</title><content type='html'>Was it bad that when I tried to move on, I left you behind?&lt;br&gt;Was it good that when I tried to move on, I still felt the same?&lt;br&gt;Was it evil that as I was moving on, I was looking for someone new?&lt;br&gt;Was it?&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-4302180007808956899?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/4302180007808956899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=4302180007808956899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/4302180007808956899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/4302180007808956899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/08/dramadrama.html' title='Dramadrama'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-3413543241000481041</id><published>2009-08-16T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T07:01:03.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S 4 C</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Spacing out in my room as I think of things that could've been&lt;br&gt;As I reminisce the things that have gone&lt;br&gt;As I dream of a future as I see&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I wish of something that could be, maybe&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nothing is impossible if one would try&lt;br&gt;Nothing is unreachable if one would strive&lt;br&gt;Nothing would hold with a will that's strong,&lt;br&gt;No mountains, no valleys, no rivers, no time, no space&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brighten up the worsts of day.&lt;br&gt;Liven up in clouds of gray&lt;br&gt;Ablaze with passion, aflame with life&lt;br&gt;You &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Smile at me&lt;br&gt;Smile with me&lt;br&gt;Smile!&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;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-3413543241000481041?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/3413543241000481041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=3413543241000481041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/3413543241000481041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/3413543241000481041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/08/s-4-c.html' title='S 4 C'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-7300194925481982607</id><published>2009-08-15T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:08:52.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asar Lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sa tambayan, iniinterview ni Boy si Girl. May sumasabat na isa pang Girl.&lt;br&gt;Tahimik lang(Sa isip ko:"Shut Up!!"). Pero teka, bakit ako magko-comment? Di na tayo close di ba? (bitterness. haha) Tahimik lang ako. Patience... kundi baka sinapak na kita. Nasaktan pa sana ako ng matalim mong panga. Buti nalang! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-7300194925481982607?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/7300194925481982607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=7300194925481982607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/7300194925481982607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/7300194925481982607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/08/asar-lang.html' title='Asar Lang'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-8503728644625860014</id><published>2009-03-29T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T09:08:21.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blues</title><content type='html'>Simple lang naman ang gusto ko&lt;div&gt;Ang makinig ka sa sinasabi ko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple lang naman ang gusto ko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ang tuparin mo ang pinapangako mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple lang naman ang gusto ko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ang panindigan mo ang mga prinsipyo mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple lang ang gusto ko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ang isipin mo ang sarili mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple lang naman ang gusto ko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ang mahalin mo ang ginagawa mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple lang naman ang gusto ko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ang gawin mo ang lahat ng makakaya mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-8503728644625860014?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/8503728644625860014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=8503728644625860014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/8503728644625860014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/8503728644625860014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/03/blues.html' title='Blues'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-7330999255828183394</id><published>2009-03-25T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:14:40.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasing nanaman XP</title><content type='html'>Confused with what I feel and what I shouldn't, &lt;div&gt;what I think and what I couldn't,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what I'd say and what I wouldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bangag!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-7330999255828183394?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/7330999255828183394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=7330999255828183394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/7330999255828183394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/7330999255828183394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/03/lasing-nanaman-xp.html' title='Lasing nanaman XP'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-893322214653894624</id><published>2009-03-21T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:06:45.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huling El Bimbo</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white;"&gt;This is a delayed blog which I was supposed to post some weeks ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;We were going back to the DMST complex from &lt;st1:street w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address w:st="on"&gt;Q.C. Memorial Circle&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; when my friend texted me. It was past 4 then when she asked me where I was. Right, tonight will be the Eraserheads concert and we're(me, Anj, Fergie and Carlo) gonna watch. Almost 2 hours before our scheduled departure and I'm still reluctant to come for some reasons. First, I'm really not into Eraserheads. Sure they're famous if not legendary, but I really can't convince my self why they should be. Second, I already want to go home to Pampanga. If it wasn't for Fergie who already bought the tickets 5 days ago, I wouldn,t have committed to coming. It's too late to back out so what the heck! A night with my good friends should be better than just idling on my bed at home(though i could really use some rest). After resting from the tiring CWTS training and cleaning up a bit, I went to Ipil residence hall to meet them all. After some time when we were complete, we went to the MRT station and headed to M.O.A. An hour's worth of travelling standing has made my leg's a bit sore so I felt relaxed (is this the right term?) when we got off the transit and were seated at the jeepney to the mall. Despite the daughter of my&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;katabi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;nakakandong sa paa ko,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was glad that I was now seated. By the time we arrived at the concert grounds (or field), all the good spots were already taken.(or so we thought) Because our money could only afford the general ad pass, we were positioned at the farthest space the enclosed field accommodated so we only depended on the LCD projections of the show. What we later realised was that the best spot to stay in on the space of the field allotted for us was the backmost part of the field where all the LCD projections were visible and all the air we wanted was available. No one had to push anyone so they could pass. No one had to stand on toes to see what the LCD showed. Everything was visible. The show actually started a few minutes before we found the spot so we missed some good parts from what was showed by the LCD projectors. Anyway, we were on a better part so we just enjoyed every bit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;background:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;The show started with an AVP featuring interviews with the band members care of MTV Philippines. Then came the start of the concert; something that of which failed to mesmerize me. The beginning was a bit lagging, lacking on impact that I thought “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal;"&gt;ito na ba yun?” &lt;/i&gt;disappointed. Soon, every band member was given a chance to sing. One thing I won’t forget is Marcus singing “&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;Huwag&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;Mo&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; nang Itanong” in a reggae-like fashion. As the show went on, my disappointment was turning to admiration. I was beginning to get entranced by their music. After about ten songs, there was a break. I thought it should last about 15 minutes because shows usually don’t set long breaks especially when it’s getting a bit climactic. During the break, advertisements from the main sponsors were aired on the projectors. 15 minutes have passed; they’re still playing the advertisements. 20 minutes and the advertisements have been repeatedly played for more than 5 times. I was getting impatient and irritated at the advertisements because at that point, they were played for the nth time! Others got busy buying food and stuff while my friends were enjoying “carrying and picture taking” time which took my attention for one moment and eased me of my irritation. After a few more minutes, the show continued. At one point, Superproxy and Kaleidoscope World were sung in tribute of the late Francis M. who recently passed away. Chills ran through the back of my neck as Ely shouted “Francis! Francis! Francis!” and was enjoined by the crowd. After each song that followed the tribute, the feeling was becoming intense. The crowd was singing and the others were jumping. Soon, the show had to end, so for the grand finale, “Ang Huling El Bimbo”, probably their most famous song was sung. The energy was so high that I can’t accept that the show was to end. And to end everything, there was a fireworks display at the opposite end of the field. Everything was &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal;"&gt;astig&lt;/i&gt; that I was wishing there would be another concert. The performers all have left the stage and we were getting out of the field and into the mall. Then we heard someone ask “bitin ba?” in the microphone. At first I thought it was a joke. Then I realized people were rushing back into the field as Ely announced they’d be singing three more “for the road”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We then just settled beside the stage as they sang their three last songs. People were again jumping and we could feel the intensity because the ground was literally shaking as if a magnitude 4 earthquake was occurring. Then, it was the end. We went to the mall to find a place to have our dinner though it was already around midnight. We chose Don Henrico’s because we all agree on pasta and pizza and we have always planned dining there and we thought it was the fastest, etc. To our disappointment, it took about 20 minutes for our drinks to be served and another ten minutes for our pasta and pizza. The biggest let down was that two of us ordered iced tea (mine bottomless) but they ran out of ice so our iced tea were just normal tea with a dash of honey and citrus. Sigh. Still, we were gracious for the meal. Soon it was time to go home. Past midnight and many people were waiting for the city buses heading to wherever they’re headed. We waited for a bus that was headed to &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Fairview&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. All the buses were full but we were lucky to be chanced by one that has just about ten passengers. We were seated! The ride from the mall to Philcoa took 40+ minutes. Everyone was drowsy and tired so we slept at the trip, but I tried to wake up every once in a while to make sure we haven’t gone past Philcoa. Upon arrival at our house, I didn't feel tired. It was I think 2:00am and I was planning to leave for Pampanga at 3:30 but for a friend who slept over, I stayed till she would be able to go back to her dorm. I think I was able to sleep for at least an hour and that was all the rest I needed to be able to go to the bus terminal for a bus ride home.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;background:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Looking back at what happened, I felt glad that I pushed myself to come to the concert. No rest could fill the energy I felt during and after the concert. 3 days and I was still mesmerized and in awe. Now, I’m really into Eraserheads and I could say that they’re LEGENDARY!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-893322214653894624?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/893322214653894624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=893322214653894624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/893322214653894624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/893322214653894624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/03/huling-el-bimbo.html' title='Huling El Bimbo'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-7571106867471980881</id><published>2009-03-13T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:27:03.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blanko</title><content type='html'>Anung dapat kong gawin kung sa bawat araw ikaw ang _______&lt;div&gt;Kung sa bawat oras ikaw ang _____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kung sa bawat tanung ko'y sagot mo'y _______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kung sa bawat nakikita ka, buhay ko'y _______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kung sa bawat kausap kita'y lagi na lang akong _______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At sa tuwing kapiling kita'y _______ ang nadarama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ano?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-7571106867471980881?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/7571106867471980881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=7571106867471980881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/7571106867471980881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/7571106867471980881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/03/blanko.html' title='Blanko'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-35919772383829746</id><published>2009-03-10T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T06:31:28.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E-Heads</title><content type='html'>I'm still mesmerized by the music, by the night.&lt;div&gt;Sayang talaga't ngayon ko lang nagustuhan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ngayong di na pwedeng magbalik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-35919772383829746?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/35919772383829746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=35919772383829746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/35919772383829746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/35919772383829746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-heads.html' title='E-Heads'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-6175209479633641417</id><published>2009-03-05T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:34:01.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail Drunkards</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;Hours before my exam at U.P. H.I., I was reminiscing some drunk time with a few new friends.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;Watching a show at ABS-CBN while browsing at my favorite web sites, an entry from a good friend caught my attention. It was a blog which I didn't pretty much bother to comprehend until I came across a narration of sort about that night we spent with Ate Leni, Kuya Mike, Marky and Carlos. It was only a short statement but it seemingly sent my mind flashing back to that 4 hours of drunk spiritedness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;It was a wednesday night filled with emotions and stuff. After dinner at Technohub care of Ferg, we went to a "famous" videoke bar somewhere at KNL heights; me and Anj. They were already there; Ate Leni, Kuya Mike, Marky, and Carlos. They've already had some bottles and were talking about somethings. I only had a bottle when I started feeling tipsy.Still Still, Carlos was able to persuade me on taking another bottle. Soon, everyone was bombarding anyone else a few intriguing questions. Then came an issue on sexuality brought up by one of them. Obviuosly, most of us were getting drunk because their arguement on the issue was getting someplace nowhere near sensible. Even an innocent cockroach passing by failed to escape the wrath of what was supposedly an arguement between 4 people. Everything was getting hilarious until beer stopped being served and the conversant were getting weary. We then decided to while away our tipsiness somwhere at Philcoa. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;We ordered some Batchoy, fries, and chicken. At some point, things were getting messy. Someone spilled one of the bowls of batchoy and ruined another by mixing it with a spoon filled with ketchup. Hilarious I say!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;It's these times that problems are somehow whiled away by drinking; problems that are actually argued with less sensibility when analysis is overcomed by emotions and stuff. At that moment, my head was filled with nothing except the moment. Carlos getting weirdly uncomposed, ate Leni and Marky eating their one piece chicken meal, anj sipping her bowl of soup, and me, munching on some fries and laughing while looking at my side and feeling my head getting heavier. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;I looked at the time and decided, it's time to review some more. 3 more hours before the exam!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-6175209479633641417?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/6175209479633641417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=6175209479633641417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/6175209479633641417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/6175209479633641417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/03/hail-drunkards.html' title='Hail Drunkards'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-1469113235658917627</id><published>2009-03-02T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:36:58.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kutserong Walang Ulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pag sapit ng gabi’y malakas iihip ang hangin. May mapapadaan na kalesa. Sa una’y mabilis ang tunog ng mga paa ng kabayo. Kapag natapat na ang kalesa sa bahay ay unti-unti itong babagal. Huwag kang dudungaw sa bintana kundi’y makikita mo ang isang kutserong walang ulo at hindi siya aalis sa tapat ng inyong bahay magdamag. Paulit ulit siyang dadaan sa tapat ng inyong bahay at hindi ka nito lulubayan. Ito ang kuwento ng kutserong walang ulo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Noong panahon raw ng &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;gera&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, may isang masipag na kutsero na magdamag ay namamasada upang maitaguyod ang kaniyang pamilya. Buntis kasi ang kanyang asawa sa mga panahong iyon kaya’t kinailangan niyang magtrabah hanggang gabi para sa kanilang bagong magiging anak. Isang gabi, habang siya’y namamasada, kinailangang isugod na ang kanyang asawa sa ospital dahil manganganak na ito. Naibalita sa kanya ito ng kapwa niya kutsero na nakasalubong niya sa kanyang pamamasada. Sa sobrang kasiyaha’y iniwan niya ang kanyang pasahero upang ka’gad dumiretso sa ospital. Hindi ito nagustuhan ng kanyang pasahero na isang sundalong banyaga. Dahil dito’y binaril at pinugutan ng ulo ng sundalo ang kutsero. Mula noo’y gabi gabi nang nakakarinig ang mga tao sa kalyeng iyon ng kalesang humahangos. At kung mapapatyempo’y nagpapakita ang kutserong walang ulo.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-1469113235658917627?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/1469113235658917627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=1469113235658917627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/1469113235658917627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/1469113235658917627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/03/kutserong-walang-ulo.html' title='Kutserong Walang Ulo'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-3029185645671989818</id><published>2009-02-23T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T05:20:03.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mario sa Makiling</title><content type='html'>Narito ang ilan sa mga bagay na hindi ko malilimutan sa aming camping.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;"&gt;Mario&lt;/b&gt;: yan ang binansag sa’kin ng mga kaklase ko sa Mil. Sci. Integ. dahil sa aking pulang sombrero na suot nung kami’y nagte-trekking &lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;sa&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;Mt.&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;Makiling&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Medyo pabibo ako nun kaya napagdiskitahan ako ni &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;"&gt;Ariane&lt;/b&gt; at sinabing ako daw si Mario ng Mario bros. Mangyari din kasi na ang buddy ko sa trekking na si Carlo ay nakagreen, medyo payat at medyo matangkad sa akin. So parang Mario Bros. daw kami. Si Ariane ang group leader namin. M.E. major. Isang bully na babae na umubos ng mansanas ko. Siya ang nakasira nung emergency lamp ko. Dito nakuha ang quote na &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;"&gt;“some things are meant to be broken”&lt;/b&gt; Siya rin ang cook ng grupo. Si &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Carlo&lt;/b&gt; naman ay isang frat man na Socio major. Kasama ni Ted, kami ang mga nagga-gaguhan sa trekking. Napauso naming ang &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;“mag-ingat sa tinik”&lt;/b&gt; sa trail. Hindi ko alam kung pa’no nagsimula yun at kung literal lang ang ibig sabihin nun basta habang nagte-trek, wala kaming tigil sa pagsabi nung mga katagang iyon sa aming mga kasama. Si &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;"&gt;Ted&lt;/b&gt; naman ay kapwa ko C.E. Major. Siya ang negosyante sa grupo. Nagpapa-load kasi siya kaya iyon. Nili-link siya kay &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;"&gt;Krisel&lt;/b&gt; dahil madalas niya siyang samahan. Si Krisel ang photographer ng grupo. Siya lang kasi ang nagdala ng camera. Hindi na niya natapos ang &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;camp&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  &lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;dahil&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; kinailangan niyang makabalik ka’gad ng U.P. para mag-exam. Kaibigan niya si &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sharlene&lt;/b&gt;. Si Sharlene ang assistant ni Ariane. Sa pagha-handa ng pagkain, siya at si Emerald madalas ang tumutulong kay Ariane. Sila rin ang tagasaing. Si &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;"&gt;Emerald&lt;/b&gt; naman ay Pol. Sci. major na katulong din ni Ariane sa pagluluto. Binansagan siyang asexual nila Gelo at Ariane dahil ayaw nitong mag-share sa kanyang love life. Si &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;"&gt;Gelo&lt;/b&gt; naman na Math Major ang entertainer ng grupo. Siya ang nagdala ng cards na nagagamit ng grupo tuwing &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;"&gt;turtle time &lt;/b&gt;na idle time na nag-ugat sa lack of punctuality ng mga organizers. Siya ang nagpasimula ng kung anu-anong kalokohan at pagkapasaway sa trekking na kanyang tinawag na &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;"&gt;Gelo in the Jungle&lt;/b&gt;. Siya ang buddy ni &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;"&gt;Law&lt;/b&gt;. Si Law ang pinakatahimik sa mga lalaki. Napagalaman namin dahil kay John ang mga sikreto ng kanyang tickler(tama ba spelling?) kung saan sumusulat siya ng mga &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;tula&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; at kung anu-ano. Siya ang sumiko kay John ng aksidenteng mabasa niya ang nasabing tickler. Dito nagugat ang quote na &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;"&gt;“life is a tickler”&lt;/b&gt; Si &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;"&gt;John&lt;/b&gt; na Psychology Major ang nagpasimuno ng madramang kuwentuhan nung ikalawang gabi ng camp. Siya ang pumiga ng mga kuwento ukol sa buhay buhay ng miyembro ng grupo. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ito ang group &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;"&gt;Integ&lt;/b&gt;; masaya, pasaway, at matatag!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-3029185645671989818?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/3029185645671989818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=3029185645671989818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/3029185645671989818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/3029185645671989818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/02/mario-sa-makiling.html' title='Mario sa Makiling'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-2348730303934405690</id><published>2009-02-22T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T03:23:13.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-left:dotted silver 1.0pt;mso-border-left-alt:dotted silver .75pt;padding:0in 0in 0in 4.0pt;background: #F7F7F7;"&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center;background:#F7F7F7;border:none;mso-border-left-alt:dotted silver .75pt;padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 0in 4.0pt;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-left:dotted silver 1.0pt;mso-border-left-alt:dotted silver .75pt;padding:0in 0in 0in 4.0pt;background: #F7F7F7;"&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center;background:#F7F7F7;border:none;mso-border-left-alt:dotted silver .75pt;padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 0in 4.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;The first time I fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;was long ago.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how to give my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;at all.&lt;br /&gt;The next time I settled for what felt so close.&lt;br /&gt;But without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;, you're never gonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After everything I've learned;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's finally my turn.&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time I'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The first time we walked under that starry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;there was a moment when everything was clear.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't need to ask or even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;why, because each question is answered when your near.&lt;br /&gt;and I'm wise enough to know when a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; unfolds, this is the last time i'll fall in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;back, just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;Could i be moving much too fast or way too slow.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all of my life, I've waited for this day.&lt;br /&gt;To find that once in a lifetime, this is it, I'll never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know what it's taken me to say these words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I've said them, they could never be enough.&lt;br /&gt;As far as I can see, there's only you and only me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span times="" new=""  style="mso-fareast-;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the last time I'll fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Last time i'll fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;The last time i'll fall... in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center;background:white;border:none;mso-border-left-alt:dotted silver .75pt;padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 0in 4.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-left: 0in;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;background-image: initial;background-repeat: initial;background-attachment: initial;-webkit-background-clip: initial;-webkit-background-origin: initial;background-color: white;border-top-style: none;border-right-style: none;border-bottom-style: none;border-left-style: none;border-width: initial;border-color: initial;padding-top: 0in;padding-right: 0in;padding-bottom: 0in;padding-left: 0in;background-position: initial initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm hooked with this song ever since ever. I don't know why. probably it's because of you. probably it's because of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-2348730303934405690?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/2348730303934405690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=2348730303934405690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/2348730303934405690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/2348730303934405690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-time.html' title='The Last Time'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-2793123054890671707</id><published>2009-02-22T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:54:26.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping sa Mt. Makiling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sinimulan ang araw ko ng isang haggard na exam. Exam naming sa G.E. 12. At dahil nag-cram ako sa pagre-review kagabi, kulang ako sa tulog. The whole day went just fine. Nothing unexpected na nangyari. Nariyan yung mga reminders ni Arriane, pangungumusta ni Carlo dun sa assigned na task samin, at pagkulit ko sa nanay ko na payagan akong magpalaundry sa Laundromat. Nag-grocery ako katapos ng aking exam dahil camping na mamaya at kulang pa rin ang aking mga dadalhin. Nakaplano na ang aking maghapon. Papatulong pa dapat ako sa kay Ferg na mag-grocery kaso 2:30 pa dismissal niya at masisira ang sched ko kung hihintayin ko pa siya. Di ko rin naman sigurado kung ok lang sakanya na tulungan ako. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sa aking pago-grocery, pinilit kong alalahanin ang lahat ng kailangan kong bilhin. Nawala ko kasi yung listahan ko kaya nangangapa ako sa mga dapat kong bilhin. At dahil nga doon, umabot ng mahigit 2k ang bill ko para sa foods at mga kagamitang kakailanganin ko para sa isang 2-day-2-night camping &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;sa&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;Mt.&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; Makiling. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2:30 na at on schedule pa rin ako. Nagayos ng gamit at nagbihis. Magsi-six pm na nnag makarating ako sa DMST complex kung saan naghihintay ang ibang magka-camp. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nagkaproblema pa kasi ako dun sa 5-gal na tubig na binili ko dahil sinisingil ako ng 250 pesos para dun at 500 nalang ang allowance ko for the coming days. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sa bus, masaya ang lahat. Ako, nakadungaw sa bintana. I’m into the scenery outside though it was dark and everything was moving at a fast pace. Yung mga groupmates ko, they were playing unguy-unguyan, a game which barely caught my interest. Mayamaya, tumugtog ang kantang The Day You Said Goodnigh ng Hale. Nakakatuwa kasi sometime ago, people were busy chit-chatting nang silang lahat ay napatigil at napakanta. “to be, is all I got to be…..” back to work. Napaginteresan kong guluhin yung mga groupmates ko na nagca-card games. Lumipas muli ang oras, ako’y nakadungaw sa bintana. Nasa U.P. L.B. na kami. Ayos na ng mga gamit kadating sa camp site. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kami ni Ted ang naasign na magset-up ng tent. Pareho daw kaming C.E. majors kaya kami daw magtayo ng tent. Gutom na kaya’t naglabas na sila ng mga tinapy at chips. Malapit lang pala yung tent nila Trish samin kaya madali ko siyang napupuntahan para hingan ng kung anu-ano. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ayus-ayos ng mga gamit, mga damit, mga puwesto, at mga kakainin bukas. Sila Arriane, Sha, Sel, at Em ang nag-budget ng meals for the next 48 hours.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Magt-trekking daw kami bukas kaya’t kelangan ng energy and rest. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;6 kami sa isang tent. Maluwang siguro kung wala ang mga braso’t balikat naming. So basically sardines kami doon. Medyo mainit din sa loob dahil nga siksikan kami. Maya maya pa’y lumamig na ng kaunti. Past 1 na ng makatulog ako. Past 3 naman ng magising ako. Kamusta naman yun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Naligo ako at 3:45 am. Nasa kabundukan nga pala kami kaya ang tubig mula dun sa faucet ay mainit ng kaunti relative sa tubig sa &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Baguio&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Ok lang, sanay na ako. Malamig! 5:00 nagsimulang magsibangon ang mga tao at magluto sila Arriane. Bugnot ang cook/leader dahil ang menu ay maling/meat loaf at walang nagdala ng kawaling pagpiprituhan. Sila Em naman at Sha, pino-problema ang kaning matakaw sa tubig. Madilim pa nang mga oras na ‘yon kaya’t may mga tagahawak at tagatutok ng flashlight sa mga nagluluto; kami iyon. Wala pa mang 12 hours at nami-miss ko na ang araw. Nakakasawang nangangapa sa dilim! Haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ilang oras ang lumipas at naghanda na kami para sa trekking. Wala akong ideya sa mga slopes na dadaanan naming kaya’t cool lang. Chill ika nga. Maya maya pa’y nakarating na kami sa trekking site. Isang approx 75 degree slop na may taas na katumbas o higit pa sa taas ng Palma Hall ang naghihintay sa first stretch ng trekking. Exciting! The whole trip to the rappelling station was tense. May mga part na super nakakadulas. Ang bundok na tinahak naming ay gawa sa putik at mamasa masa kaya what do you expect? Kailangan talgang kumapit sa kung ano’ng pwedeng kapitan. Dalwang oras din kaming naglalakad sa muddy trail bago narating ang rappelling cliff. Madaming nakapila kaya naghintay kami ng higit kumulang isang oras. Lunch time! Tense pa rin ang mga tao sa grupo. Kaunting card games at minutes of fame. Kami na ang magrarappell. Hindi ko inexpect na mababa lang pala yung cliff na bababaan pero mabato. Boring pero exciting! Matapos ang rappelling a nag-trek ulit. I hour nalang at nakabalik na kami sa camp. Naging exhausting ang magahpon kaya’t relax nalang sa mga sumunod na oras. Antik invasion kaya linis muna kami ng tent. Pagpag dito, pagpag doon. After kumain at maligo’y natulog muna ang ilan, kasama ako. Magaalas kwatro palang kasi at ang next activity ay mamaya pang seven. At dahil punctual naman nga ang mga tao’y inexpect na naming na 8 na mags-start ang next activity. Magaalas &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;sais&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; na nag magsimula kaming maghanda for dinner. Sila Ted at John ay nag-attend dun sa session on knot tying para sa Navigation activity kinabukasan. Ako naman, naghiwa ng kung anu-ano para sa aming super corned beef dinner. Yung iba, may kanya kanyang buhay. Dinner time. Medyo nagdilim na kaya may taga-ilaw habang kumakain ang iba. Ang aking charge-by-induction emergency lamp, nasira na kaya ayun, mga flashlight nalang ginagamit. Some things were meant to be broken. Si Arriane, nakahiram ng isang malaking flashlight mula sa isang lalaking di man pala niya kilala. Adik. Siya pala nakasira nung emergency lamp ko. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nagsimula na yung activity na singing contest. Hindi na kami sumali dahil nag-enjoy kami sa pgku-kuwentuhan tungkol sa aming mga buhay buhay. Parang question and answer portion lang. Naghalungkatan ng kung anu-anong drama sa buhay. Sinimulan ni John sa tanong na “who is your first love?” Na-weirdohan lang ako sa tanong kasi parang wala akong ganong pakialam sa mga taong di ko kaanu-ano. Maya maya pa’y naging seryoso na ang mga tanong. Life is a tickler. Buti nalang at magaan lang yung mga naging tanong sakin. Sa kabuuan, enjoy yung maghapon at magdamag. Nawala na rin kasi yung tension brought about by some misundaerstanding. Rest time na naming habang nagkakantahan pa yung ibang tao. Sa wakes ay nakatulog din ng maayos. Magaalas dose palang nang makatulog ako. Nagising ako kinabukasan ng 5 am.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maaga kaming nag-ayos. Navigation daw ang next activity which would commence at nine am. Maaga dapat kaming matapos magbreafast. May exam pa kasi si Sel at susunduin siya anytime soon. Sakanya yung isang tent at kailangan na niyang isama pauwi kaya pagkabangon ng mga tao’y kinalas na naming ni Ted. Ligo ng kaunti, handa ng mga gamit, at handa na kaming mag-navigation activity. Ako ang naasign na pacer at si Ted ang navigator. Medyo &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;mali&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; yung pace ko at lumagpas kami sa unang station kaya’t si J-lo nalang naging pacer at ako’y paepal nalang. Maya maya pa’y nakarating na kami sa kung saan-saan. Time’s up. May namiss kaming 2 stations at din a umabot sa dalawa pa. Sayang. Sinundan kasi naming yung group nila Trish na &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;mali&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; pala ang pinuntahan. Maya maya, sila na ang sumusunod sa’min kaya namali din sila. Loser.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nakabalik na kami ng tent. Naglabas ng mga tinapay at mga cup noodles at kumain ng kaunti. Any time soon, mags-swimming na kami. Kailangan naming i-cross ang isang 30m wide na pool. Isang balikan. Part daw siya ng practicals to test how long we would last pag nagkataong may ililigtas daw kaming nalulunod. Hindi lahat sa grupo ay nakakalangoy kaya kailangan namin silang i-save. Kung ano man daw grade ng saver, minus twenty dun sa ise-save. Sinwerte ako dahil hindi agad bumigay ang legs at lungs ko at natapos ko yung 60m swim nang hindi pinapawisan(duh! Haha) Lahat naman ng lumangoy sa grupo naming ay natapos. Nagkaroon lang ng kaunting problema dun sa kay Ted pero naayos naman.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Uwian na! Nag-ayos na kami ng mga gamit gamit. Nag-dismantle ng tent, nagipon ng mga kung anu-ano, at nagpulong sa “quadrangle” ng camp site. Awarding pa pala kaya naghintay pa kami roon ng mahigit trenta mminuto. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nang pasakay na kaming mga magkaka-grupo sa bus, nagkaroon ng problema. Wala na daw space para sa buong grupo naming consisting of nine people na ma-accommodate sa isang bus lang kaya’t kinailangan kaming paghiwa-hiwalayin. Yung 3 sa unang bus. Kaming &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;lima&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; sa isang bus. At si Ted sa isa pang bus. Bad trip na kami ng mga oras na iyon kasi a few minutes ago, maayos na kaming nakaupo sa isa sa mga bus ng bigla kaming pinalipat. Tapos, dun sa bus na sasakyan dapat naming, pinauna pa yung isang group gayung nauna kaming pumila sa kanila. Pinagalitan pa kami nung nagde-decide kami kung sino ang sasakay saan. Pinakanakakainis pa doon, may 5 seats pang bakante yung bus kung saan kami pinasakay. Nakaupo na kami noon at paalis na yung bus ng marealize naming na bakante pa yung limang upuan sa harapan namin. Masyado kasing nagmamadali yung matandang ewan na isa sa mga “bantay” namin sa camp kaya di naging maayos yung ccordination ng mga bus. Pucha!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stopover sa kung saan-saan. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pasado alas diyes na ng makarating kami sa Q.C. maga-alas onse na nang makauwi ako.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hindi na kami nakapagpaalam as a group. Madrama. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hindi lahat ng bagay ay nagtatapos ng masaya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Over all, nagenjoy ako sa camp. Kahit pagod, sulit naman dahil isa ito sa mga experiences ko na maikukuwento ko sa aking mga anak o sa generations na susundan nila. Hopefully. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Go CWTS Integ! The Best! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-2793123054890671707?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/2793123054890671707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=2793123054890671707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/2793123054890671707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/2793123054890671707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/02/camping-sa-mt-makiling.html' title='Camping sa Mt. Makiling'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-2220462514738684711</id><published>2009-02-19T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:09:11.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kabolangan</title><content type='html'>Alas otso ng umaga.&lt;div&gt;Naglalakad ako sa may yakal papuntang eng'g.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kabababa ko lang ng jeep noon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Medyo bangag pa ako dahil kakatapos ko lang magreview para sa exam, gutom ako, at kulang na naman ang tulog ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabaw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interestingly, parang medyo malakas pandinig ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May dalawang taong nakaupo sa may shed. Isang lalaki at isang babae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naguusap sila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy: Pa-cute ka talaga! (sabay ngiti)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl: Ikaw nga e. Tignan mo nga litaw pa gilagid mo sa pagngiti. (hahagik-gik)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: ikaw nga o, pacute pa tawa mo! (tapos kiniliti yung babae)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May isang estudyante na nairita sa paghaharutan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tumingin siya sa dalawa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Napatigil yung lalaki sa kung anumang ginawa niya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bigla nalang nagsalita yung estudyante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estudyante: Pa-cute ang ina niyo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bigla siyang tumakbo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weirdo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nasa elevator na ako ng Eng'g building nung nagets ko yung sinabi ng estudyante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bangag! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-2220462514738684711?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990080683926955462.post-4206677157375627722</id><published>2009-02-18T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:26:36.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia</title><content type='html'>I've found that that of which is of much importance to me has had me going crazy over things I can't control.&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-4206677157375627722?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/4206677157375627722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Oops I Did It Again</title><content type='html'>I got the message.&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-1946938548195743812?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/1946938548195743812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=1946938548195743812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/1946938548195743812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/1946938548195743812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/02/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='Oops I Did It Again'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-8797938147996146105</id><published>2009-02-16T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T04:34:12.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm much a loner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;silently cruising through life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I've never been with that much a people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;a rarety it is for me to meet such great people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;thus, great importance I give to those few who passed me by my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Here's a list of the top 10 people I met in U.P. and would always want to meet in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My Miss Mysteria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-Kind and sweet, she’s one of the best persons I’ve ever known. Despite her stubbornness and occasional opportunism, I admire her much more than I admire cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Alcohol Allergie-c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-My saviour when my pockets are empty, she’s one of the few people I can share my wavelengths with. She’s the sister I never had though I really don’t know what that’s supposed to mean. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-The smallest most unbiased person I’ve ever met. Haha. Her wit, knowledge, and wisdom make her a great leader and a great adviser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Buddy Brains and Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-The person who helped me become part of my first family in U.P., her ate-attitude, liberated thoughts, and vanity makes for an exciting companion anytime, anywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tennis Tumbler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-A great drinking buddy with all the smut less videos and rocking alternative music. Plus, he’s good at sliding when playing tennis. Peace! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sleepy Stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-Most studious salutatorian ever! His deep thoughts are those of which not a humourless person could take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lasengga Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-Another great drinking buddy. When it comes to being un-innocent, she might as well be my number one. Haha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tita Momma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-The very person who felt like my mom is now a mom. She’s one of my guiding light when it comes to problems I can’t comprehend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Korean World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-Her patience has kept me bullying her for years. I can’t live without bullying. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;C.E. dept. P.R. man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-He is one of the few people who’ve made the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Eng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;’s atmosphere a lot more accommodating. His personality is yet to be tested but his familiar aura has always made me feel at home at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Eng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Kudos to all of you! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-8797938147996146105?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/8797938147996146105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=8797938147996146105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/8797938147996146105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/8797938147996146105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/02/tough-10.html' title='Tough 10'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-711278855246999359</id><published>2009-02-15T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T05:20:31.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Araw Ng Pusong Pagod(WTF!)</title><content type='html'>Valentine's Day ng taong dalwang libo't siyam.&lt;div&gt;Nagkaroon kami ng impromptu na field trip sa fort bonifacio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabi ni Krisel, isa sa mga kaklase ko, magpupunta daw kami sa army museum doon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;medyo wala ako sa mood dahil hindi ako sanay sa mga biglaang planadong bagay na ganito lalu na't wala pa akong tulog at hindi pa ako nagaalmusal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naisip ko na pwede naman sigurong makatulog sa bus tutal malayu-layo rin ang pupuntahan kaya't medyo ok na ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapos, ayun nakita ko na ang bus na sasakyan namin. Isang old school army service bus na bukas ang mga bintana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walang aircon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at hinid pa doon natapos ang aking disappointment. 30 seater yung bus, at pagkakasyahin kaming 40++ adult size passengers. resourceful kasi ang organizer nung trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pinauna kami sa pagsakay at nahuli yung mga officers. sila ang nakatayo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, ayun, nakaupo na ako. inisip ko na pwede nang matulog kahit na hanggang sa may ilalim lang ng balikat ang abot ng sandalan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At dun nagsimula ang kalbaryo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;medyo kaskasero kasi yung driver at wala siyang sinasantong liko kaya somwhere along the trip, sa isang underpass sa may katipunan, gumasgas ang bus sa isang poste. marahil kung wala yung posteng yun ay tumaob na yung bus at nagpagulong-gulong patungo sa kabilang linya. siyempre halos lahat sa mga nakasakay ay ROTC students kaya parang deadma lang yung iba at ang mga CWTS students lang ang mga nagingay at sumigaw. Bilib naman din ako sa driver dahil parang wala lang nangyari. dedma rin. dahil doon, gising ako the whole trip. kinahapunan, nagkaroon pa kami ng swiming training kaya't kauwi ko'y lasing ako sa kapaguran: tipong lasing na mahilu-hilo pero hindi lasing. at ganyan ko pinagdiwang ang araw ng mga puso. ang saya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-711278855246999359?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/711278855246999359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=711278855246999359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/711278855246999359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/711278855246999359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/02/araw-ng-pusong-pagodwtf.html' title='Araw Ng Pusong Pagod(WTF!)'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-9183964771738927657</id><published>2009-02-13T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T03:25:08.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Towanpor</title><content type='html'>A spark is all that's needed to create turmoil!&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-9183964771738927657?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/9183964771738927657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=9183964771738927657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/9183964771738927657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/9183964771738927657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/02/towanpor.html' title='Towanpor'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-870341634064224274</id><published>2009-02-10T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:51:53.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless Ending</title><content type='html'>To that person who can't shut the hell up, please shut up!&lt;div&gt;You're one of the wittiest I know and TRUSTED who simply don't know the term confidential.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's that big and loud MOUTH that has left me sleepless at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's that obnoxious personality that has got me irrate and impatient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, SHUT UP! Else, DROP DEAD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-870341634064224274?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/870341634064224274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=870341634064224274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/870341634064224274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/870341634064224274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/02/endless-ending.html' title='Endless Ending'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-1172651911675587701</id><published>2009-02-09T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:10:14.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bi-polar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you, you don't me&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think of you, you don't me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like you, you don't me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what can I say, opposites attract!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-1172651911675587701?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/1172651911675587701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=1172651911675587701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/1172651911675587701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/1172651911675587701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/02/bi-polar.html' title='bi-polar'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-4133814177785456971</id><published>2009-02-09T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T05:05:35.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>childishness</title><content type='html'>someone took something from my wafer stick jar.&lt;div&gt;I'm not selfish but someone stole sometihng from my wafer stick jar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I hate it when perople take things from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;especially food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when people ask for food from me especially when my supply is scarce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when people take my food and ask permission doing so afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when people just take from my plate or from my wafer stick jar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not selfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-4133814177785456971?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/4133814177785456971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=4133814177785456971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/4133814177785456971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;"&gt;Kundi pansamantalang iwanan&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;"&gt;Pagkat ang nakaraan ay gumugulo sa ngayon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;"&gt;At ang bukas ay pinipigilan ng kahapon.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-2133815456223864962?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/2133815456223864962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=2133815456223864962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/2133815456223864962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/2133815456223864962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/01/kahulihulihan.html' title='kahulihulihan'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-7924245493972188285</id><published>2009-01-28T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:20:52.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kulang lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kulang ang aking araw kung sa maghapon ay:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hindi ako kumain ng junk food&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hindi ako nakapaglakad ng mahigit dalawang kilometro ng walang pahinga.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hindi ako bumili ng pananghalian o hapunan sa Alice’s Carinderia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;4.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hindi ako naglakad sa may KNL.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;5.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hindi ako tinawag sa aking tunay na pangalan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;6.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hindi ako tumambay sa Agu-tambayan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;7.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hindi ako nanlait ng kung sino man.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;8.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hindi ko narinig ang humihilik naming kapitbahay.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;9.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hindi ako nag-laptop.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;10.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hindi ako nagtext.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;11.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hindi ako na-late sa kahit alin as mga klase ko.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;12.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hindi ako nag-drawing ng kotse o kahit ano pa man.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;13.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hindi ko suot ang aking relo’t singsing. At higit sa lahat…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;"&gt;14.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman";"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hindi KITA nakita.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:1.0in;"&gt;Kamusta naman?!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-7924245493972188285?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/7924245493972188285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=7924245493972188285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/7924245493972188285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/7924245493972188285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/01/kulang-lang.html' title='kulang lang'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-5752791732057179839</id><published>2009-01-28T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T06:26:36.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wala Lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;"&gt;Palakad-lakad, paikot-ikot. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;"&gt;Titingin sa kawalan, biglang hihinto.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;"&gt;Titingin sa oras, mapapaisip, lalakad muli.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;"&gt;Ilang beses na akong nakaranas ng maiwan sa ere. Yung tipong pagpapalanuhan ang ganito tapos last minute ay biglang magbabago ang isip dahil sa kung anumang palusot.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;"&gt;Madalas mangyari sakin ‘to. Minsan, napapaisip ako bakit lagi nalang ako naiiwan sa ere. Marunong naman akong umintindi ng kung anumang dahilan ngunit minsan talaga’y hindi na makatarungan ang dahilan. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;"&gt;Sayang lang ang oras na inilalaan ko. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;text-indent:.5in;"&gt;Muling maglalakad, paikot-ikot. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;text-indent:.5in;"&gt;Hihinto.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;text-indent:.5in;"&gt;Titingin sa langit, titingin sa oras. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;text-indent:.5in;"&gt;Titingin sa kawalan. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;text-indent:.5in;"&gt;Muling maglalakad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-5752791732057179839?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/5752791732057179839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=5752791732057179839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/5752791732057179839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/5752791732057179839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/01/wala-lang.html' title='Wala Lang'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-8346591619910812850</id><published>2009-01-24T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T05:53:49.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wan Tutri Ownine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I got drunk last night. My friend invited me to drink and I got a bit drunk last night. I can’t control myself and I got drunk last night. I do hope our guest didn’t judge me because I got drunk last night. I wasn’t able to shut my mouth because I got drunk last night. I was saying things and my friends were laughing at me because I got drunk last night. But hey, the joke’s on them though I was drunk last night.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-8346591619910812850?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/8346591619910812850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=8346591619910812850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/8346591619910812850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/8346591619910812850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/01/wan-tutri-ownine.html' title='Wan Tutri Ownine'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-9075296839315962599</id><published>2009-01-21T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:40:30.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Effffing Weird</title><content type='html'>It was past twelve, I was in our room. the door was open.&lt;div&gt;I was sitting on my bed facing the open door and typing a report in physics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of a sudden, as i was to glimpse at the door, something ,I only recognized with two small legs, passed by the door and went to the opposite room. i fell still for a moment processing what i just saw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking it was safe to just ignore the "thing", i continued what i was doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, as I tried to look at my side, I saw it again walking out of the room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if i was just hallucinating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe yes, maybe no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, with our door closed, i don't care anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-9075296839315962599?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/9075296839315962599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=9075296839315962599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/9075296839315962599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/9075296839315962599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-effffing-weird.html' title='So Effffing Weird'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-5504187899691118665</id><published>2009-01-20T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T06:58:37.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wasak</title><content type='html'>mangyaring nauso nang muli ang kabaliwang hatid ng pag-ibig sa aking palibot,&lt;div&gt;narito't maghandog ako ng isang maikling tulang nagmula sa kunsaan man sa kasuluk-sulukan ng aking muni't puso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;"&gt;Pag-ibig, siyang musika ng puso&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;"&gt;‘pag tumama’y isip gulong-gulo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;"&gt;‘pag nariyan na’y&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;buhay nagbabago&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;"&gt;Lahat naloloko maging man tuso&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-5504187899691118665?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/5504187899691118665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=5504187899691118665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/5504187899691118665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/5504187899691118665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/01/wasak.html' title='wasak'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-13372853381454863</id><published>2009-01-20T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T06:50:21.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraiso Kong Diwa 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;"&gt;Sa aking diwa, mukha niya’y kaparang anghel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;"&gt;Walang bahid nang kasalanan, walang bahid ng kalokohan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;"&gt;Wari’y isang banal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;"&gt;Sa aking pandinig tinig niya’y umaawit&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;"&gt;Puno ng tamis&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;"&gt;Sa aking pandama, balat niya’y walang sinlambot&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;"&gt;Bulak sa dalisay&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;"&gt;Sa aking pakiramdam, tibok ng kanyang puso’y musika&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;"&gt;Ritmong sapak sa kulay&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;"&gt;Sa aking diwa, bumubuhay&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-13372853381454863?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/13372853381454863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=13372853381454863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/13372853381454863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/13372853381454863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/01/paraiso-kong-diwa-2.html' title='Paraiso Kong Diwa 2'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-7344254507684918815</id><published>2009-01-17T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T06:43:05.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold January</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Despit all the coldness the this january has brought, I'm all heated up. God knows why. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-7344254507684918815?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/7344254507684918815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=7344254507684918815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/7344254507684918815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/7344254507684918815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2009/01/cold-january.html' title='Cold January'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-937176341138123019</id><published>2008-12-23T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T05:25:11.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrama</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My Christmas Presents&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another year is ending as usual, yet unusually ending a bit nostalgically.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You see, every time a new year ends, I enthusiastically look forward to the new year that is to come.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, I can help but feel doubtful of the coming year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I enjoyed the ending year so much that I keep on looking back and holding back to what now is the past. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The closing year is the best I’ve ever head since high school and I can’t stop myself from hugging it so closely to my memories. For God’s sake I can’t leave the past!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What a very pleasant year it was! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So now, I’m thanking all the people who’ve made the year special, those who made me feel life at its finest (for now.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Great Ambivalent Poets,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for the great year behind us. All the escapades to explore the world we never experienced during high school were the best!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Noisy people by the photocopying station near the women’s C.R,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for another year of service. May we stay strong amidst indifferences!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Batch “masikan”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Another year strong for our batch, another year stronger awaits!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Free-Wi-Fi boys,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;9 months under one roof, more months still to come! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Nike Bag from somewhere,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The newest to my circle, thanks. May you always be generous and kind as you always are.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Vans Bag for Shoes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The smallest of them all, thanks for being always there. May you be as you always are to me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The reason-for-Tanduay, Flojos, Lending “Investor”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;No comment. Haha. Thanks for all the generosity, kindness, sweetness, humor, understanding, consideration and patience. May you lend me more in the future! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The parents and siblings,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The year was the worst I’ve ever experienced with you yet it was the sweetest. Thanks for being strong. I could have lost it if it weren’t for your strength and all. May the future be a stronger one for us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:2;"&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;Lastly…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The One “up there”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;You made the year so special for me. thanks for all the blessings. Thanks for all the people. Thanks for all.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-937176341138123019?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/937176341138123019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=937176341138123019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/937176341138123019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/937176341138123019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2008/12/madrama.html' title='Madrama'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-7947280356950723988</id><published>2008-11-28T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:07:43.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Part1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Magkasama kami kanina. Tumitig ako sa bandang likod niya, tumingin siya sakin. Akala niya siguro siya yung tinitignan ko. Sabagay, pwede na rin. Kinindatan ko siya, nginitian niya ako. Parang high school lang(bagamat wala akong ganitong karanasan noong high school) Isang eksenang sapak sa kalandian. Ngunit akala mo lang ay nangyari ito. Ang totoo niya'y guniguni mo lang ang lahat. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Guniguni mo lang yung nakita mong babaeng nakikipag harutan sa kapwa niya babae. Hindi lahat ng gusto mong makita ay nakikita mo. Guniguni mo lang na nakapulot ka ng pera. Hindi lahat ng gusto mong mangyari ay nangyayari. Guniguni mo lang na nakita mo si Bayani Fernando at narinig mo siyang nagsabing magkita-kita daw kayo sa 2010. Pero hindi, totoo pala na balak kumandidato ni BF sa 2010. Yun lang, di siya makikipag-kita-kita sa'yo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pinag-usapan namin ang tungkol sa isang boring na topic kanina na kung ikukuwento ko dito'y malamang na isumpa mo yung blog ko kaya wag nalang. Muntik na nga akong nakatulog noong nagkukuwento siya ngunit pinilit kong gumising dahil nkita ko ang tumutubong ecosystem sa likod ng isang asong kalyeng pilit nagpapaawa upang mabigyan ng pagkain. Lumakad kami ng kaunti. Ngunit teka, hindi pala nangyari 'yon. Guniguni mo lang ang lahat mula sa iyon pagsilang hanggang sa iyong pag-abot sa iyong kinalalagyan ngayon. Malas mo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-7947280356950723988?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/7947280356950723988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=7947280356950723988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/7947280356950723988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/7947280356950723988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2008/11/diary-part1.html' title='Diary Part1'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-8424283364480711241</id><published>2008-11-28T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:00:08.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AIDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1:00 am, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;halos isang oras na ang lumipas mula nung natapos ang stage presentation na LIVE AIDS, isang stage act na inorganisa ng UP SAMASKOM, isang organisasyon sa kolehiyo ng Mass Communications. Astig! Ito na yata ang pinakasamasayang play na napanuod ko. Bukod sa mahusay ang pag-ganap ng bawat komedyanteng nagtanghal, nakatipid din ako ng ilang daang piso para sa ticket. Pano'y naka-upo kami dun sa malapit sa stage kung saan mahigit 500 ang ticket gayung pang 300 lang yung seats na nareserve namin. Unfair lang din dahil free tickets para sa freshies. Astig! Silver anniversary daw kasi nung show kaya napaka-espesyal ng mga performances. Talaga namang napakasaya dahil witty at humorous ang bawat performance.  Astig! Nasulit ang pera ko kahit na hindi ko pa nababayaran yung ticket. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-8424283364480711241?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/8424283364480711241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=8424283364480711241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/8424283364480711241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/8424283364480711241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2008/11/aids.html' title='AIDS'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-1471164868831935461</id><published>2008-11-26T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T04:44:36.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Reventon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Eqkl ofzkgrxetr dt zg itk, my Reventon&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My Reventon is a nice thing. It's what I've been looking for for years. Something that shares in my interests but not with my sentiments. Something that could make my mind flutter about everything... especially cars. Cars are the single most interesting thing for me. A concept I comprehend with ease, a figure I could look as I please, a sound that makes my heart pound, looks that aren't really pleasing but jaw dropping, a rear that makes my head turn more than it can, and a sensibility that really isn't much as I need. That's how cars are for me. Just the way my Reventon is: the most interesting thing that is worth all my time. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I miss my Reventon.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-1471164868831935461?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/1471164868831935461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=1471164868831935461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/1471164868831935461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/1471164868831935461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-reventon.html' title='My Reventon'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-7337507490312614798</id><published>2008-11-26T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:57:20.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostaljik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fdF776mQSE/SS1ukO63k5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RsiXpoMEcg4/s1600-h/4018028325635l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272992307480073106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fdF776mQSE/SS1ukO63k5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RsiXpoMEcg4/s200/4018028325635l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taong dalawang libo't tatlo, ang litratong ito'y nakuhanan sa dorm2 sa seminaryo. nakita ko lang na pakalatkalat ito sa aking web page. natuwa ako nang makita ito kasi di ko akalaing umabot ako ng gano'ong kapayat. (haha) Muntik-muntikan ko na ngang di mamukhaan ang sarili ko. Hindi ko kasi inakalang nagkasya sa'kin yung t-shirt na suot ko sa litrato. Nung isang araw kasi, sinubukan ko i'yon at ulo palang, ayaw nang lumusot! haha. ako nga pala yung naka-itim na t-shirt. kahit yung mga kasama ko, di ko na ga'nong namukhaan. (si Gian pala yung nasa likod!) Lumipas na talaga ang panahon. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fdF776mQSE/SS1useLpKJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/thKaxp9HGWk/s1600-h/2272812776108l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272992449015916690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fdF776mQSE/SS1useLpKJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/thKaxp9HGWk/s200/2272812776108l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taong dalawang libo't apat nang makunan ang litratong ito. Isang taon lang ang lumipas at tila tumanda ako ng dalawang taon! at ang mga kasama ko, tila nagsi-itiman! haha. ngunit isa lang sa kanila yung kasama ko doon sa naunang litrato. Ako nga pala yung naka-puti na medyo nakatayo. Sayang nga lang dahil hindi ganoon kaganda ang pagkaka-scan sa mga litrato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ilang taon pa kaya ang lilipas?&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/6990080683926955462-7337507490312614798?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/7337507490312614798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=7337507490312614798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/7337507490312614798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/7337507490312614798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2008/11/nostaljik.html' title='Nostaljik'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fdF776mQSE/SS1ukO63k5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RsiXpoMEcg4/s72-c/4018028325635l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990080683926955462.post-8446780715100748681</id><published>2008-11-26T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T08:45:31.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makaintindi Ka Bang Kapampangan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Alam ng lahat ng tao sa tambayan na hindi talaga ako nagsasalita sa kapampangan. Nahihirapan kasi akong ilagay sa aking sistema. Oo, nakakaintindi naman ako ng salitang iyon. Minsan nga'y tila mas marami pa akong alam na salitang kapampangan kesa dun sa mga nagkakapampangan sa'kin. Nakasanayan ko na kasing kinakausap ako sa kapampangan at sumasagot ako sa tagalog. gano'n ang aking sistema. Ngunit minsan, tila may isang anghang na pilit pumapaso sa aking dila upang ako'y magsalita ng kapampangan. Ngunit di pa rin ako nagsasalita. Sa halip, ako'y kumakanta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May iilan akong alam na kanta sa kapampangan. Hilig kasi ng nanay ko na patugtugin ang mga C.D. niyang kompayleysyon(tama ba?) ng mga kanta'ng kapampangan; mga matatandang kantang pilit nilagyan ng bagong lasa ng bagong henerasyon. Nag-click naman ang mga ito na revival ng lumang kulturang kapampangan. Minsan, kinakanta ko ang mga kantang 'to. Ngunit paulit-ulit sila kaya nagsawa ako. Ngayon, gumagawa ako ng sarili kong bersyon ng mga sikat na kanta sa kasalukuyan. Madalas tinatawanan ako sa tambayan dahil korni daw ang mga kanta. Ngunit walang nagawa ang pagtawa nila dahil kahit papa'no ay &lt;em&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt; naman ang mga nagagawa kong transleysion... siguro. haha. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eto ang ilang linyang aking natranslate. di pa sila tapos dahil hindi ganoon karami ang nalalaman ko patungkol sa mga matalinhaga't malalalim na salita sa kapampangan. Astig kung mahuhulaan mo sila. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"dakal pang margarita para keka senyorita. triplian me'yng tequila ban tumapang ya ing lasa. aldukan ke ing JNB kabang sisipatan ke katawan date ku ngeni."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;mitatalanan tamu gamat at alang kamale-male, a aturuanan me ing pusu kung lugud tututng-tutu."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"sapak ya ing langit kareng batwin, at karimla na ning angin. king lawe mu mamumurit ku, o jo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'yun lang. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-8446780715100748681?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/8446780715100748681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=8446780715100748681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/8446780715100748681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/8446780715100748681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2008/11/makaintindi-ka-bang-kapampangan.html' title='Makaintindi Ka Bang Kapampangan?'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-5932183940901684648</id><published>2008-11-24T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:08:05.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walang Kuwentang Papel</title><content type='html'>Malabo na ang sistema ng bansa ngayon. Oo, Malabo na siya dati. Ngunit tila mas malabo na siya ngayon. Mas maraming mga bagay bagay na hindi na maipaliwanag. Mas maraming bagay na ang walang katuturan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamakailan lang ay kumuha ako ng aking kauna-unahang drivier’s licence. Hindi ko alam kung pa’no nga ba talaga ang sistema dun kaya’t sunod lang ako ng sunod sa kung ano’ng sabihin sa akin nung ale sa may booth kahit na may nakapaskil na instructions sa tapat ng booth ni ate. Ayon sa instructions, kailangan kong mag-apply para sa lisensya, magbayad para sa application, magpamedical test, magpa-picture, umattend ng lecture at seminar, mag-40 item written exam, mag-actual exam, magbayad para sa processing, at maghintay. Mga simpleng hakabangin upang makakuha ng lisensya. Ngunit hindi ko raw kailangang pagdaanan ang lahat ng ‘yon dahil baguhan lang ko. Sundan ko lang daw ang instructions ni ate at makakakuha rin ako ng lisensya sa araw na iyon. Ayon sa instructions ni ate, kailangan kong magapply, magbayad, magpamedical test, magpapicture, mag-8 item exam with “assistance”, magbayad, magbayad ulit, at maghintay sa releasing ng lisensya. Nung una’y wala akong pakialam sa sistema. Maghapon akong naghintay dun kaya’t ginawa ko ang lahat upang hindi na ako kailangan pang bumalik kinabukasan. Dun ko nalaman na hindi na pala mandatory ang pagkuha ng higit 90 bahagdan ng examinasyon na sa teorya ay sumasala dun sa mga naga-apply ng lisensya ngunit hindi pa ganun ang kaalaman sa batas at tamang disiplina sa daan. Dun ko rin nalaman na yung pangatlong bayad, na ayon dun sa instructions ni ate, ay para hindi ko na kailanganin pang mag-exam. Kaya pala hindi na katakatakang marami sa mga nagmamaneho sa ating mga kalsada ay walang disiplina.&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa kakulangan sa edukaswyon, kakulangan sa moral, kakulangan sap era at kung anu pang mga plusot kaya nagiging ganito ang bansa. Hindi ko sisisihin ang gobyerno. Ang sinumang isinisisi ang lahat ng bagay sa gobyerno ay tamad at hindi nagiisip. Hindi ko sisisihin ang edukasyon. Pamana ito sa akin ng aking mga magulang at mga gurong nagsisikap upang mapabago ang mangmang na sistemang Pilipino. Hindi ko sisisihin ang simbahan. Masyado na siyang bugbog mula sa mga problemang ibinibigay sa kanya ng mundo. Ako ang may kasalanan. Kung hindi ako pumayag sa korapsyon upang mapagaan ang aking buhay, kung naging mapanuri lang ako sa sistemang nais ipatupad sa akin, marahil ay hindi ako nakadagdag sa kabulukan ng ating sistema. Ikaw rin ang may kasalanan. Kung hindi ka lang nakakabawas ng kalam ng tiyan, nakakabayad ng mga utang, nakakabili ng damit, malamang ay hindi ka tatanggapin kapalit ng konting kaalaman at disiplina. Pugad ka ng kasamaan! Wala kang kuwenta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-5932183940901684648?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/5932183940901684648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=5932183940901684648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/5932183940901684648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/5932183940901684648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2008/11/walang-kuwentang-papel.html' title='Walang Kuwentang Papel'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-1307783352417324754</id><published>2008-11-24T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:46:52.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 8 Deadly Sin</title><content type='html'>Everyone should be familiar with the deadly sins. Gluttony, sloth, greed, lust, etc. etc.; these sins, as taught by the Christian community, should cause death to anyone doing it in excess. Actually, everything done in excess should more or less cause death. Excessive drinking could cause blood poisoning. Excessive smoking could cause lung cancer. Excessive spending could eat up all your money till you get sick and die without having the chance to go to the hospital. Excessive talking could cause someone getting angry to a point where he decides to kill you. Seriously, anything that’s too much will kill you… which brings me to something I’d like to call the 8 deadly sin.&lt;br /&gt;The “8” plate is a car plate issued by the LTO to congressmen. It’s like a status symbol for cars bought by tax money in an illegal but seemingly legal way. Maybe you’re wondering what the fuss is all about. The president has a special plate. All high ranking officials have exclusive plates. Even we could have our special plates. Here’s the picture. Every region in the country has more congressmen than there are honest politicians, and because each of these congressmen could own cars as many as their concubines and relatives, we could just imagine how many of these 8 plates roam our roads today. It’s the most common plate that ravages our roads of today. But that really isn’t the biggest problem, at first.&lt;br /&gt;In theory, these plates are used in order to identify the car as owned by a government official. And their purpose end there. Sadly, it doesn’t. The “8” plate today is considered a privilege pass. Any car with the said plate could easily break rules and go away with punishment. Any car with this privilege could over speed, counter flow, endlessly honk at responsible drivers, pull over other people’s cars, beat the red light, use prohibited lanes, and even hit others, without getting more than a wink from the witnessing law enforcer. And it doesn’t end there. Any enforcer who tries to apply the law to these cars bearing the stupid plate would be in danger of getting fired from his job anytime there after. There was this instance when an 8-plate-car hit a person killing him in the process. The car got away without the owner getting identified.&lt;br /&gt;It’s an excessive abuse of power that causes this to happen. As such, I call that the use of the 8-plate should be included in the list of deadly sins. Anybody bearing this plate, sooner or later, could be a hazard to people. And so, dare I pray, whoever should wield the sinful plate be punished severely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-1307783352417324754?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/1307783352417324754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=1307783352417324754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/1307783352417324754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/1307783352417324754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2008/11/8-deadly-sin.html' title='The 8 Deadly Sin'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-4938420700619648281</id><published>2008-11-23T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:08:19.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand OuT Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Halloween in me has passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Cold wind blow away as I pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Winter start chilling my phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I grumble, I count the passing of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I walk along in blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Carrying the burden I always new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Regret as I always did in the past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fills me with bitterness I know will last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cared I never honestly did much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;For others I knew till there was such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Despising my duties as time ticks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Till now it end as such should speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Confusion rides me going in circles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;As such speak, my mind tingles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;With all that’s happened I patiently wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Till dawn of day sweet words such say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Interest grow fonder as weeks rest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Spending a lifetime a night at best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Serving with such a light heart sensation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;As night falls, my soul in elation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Chanced upon me I’ll never waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;The second one I wouldn’t hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;To such my chest would pound alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;To one until my day arrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;By side, I am with open arms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Blinded by childish wonder charms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Such need nothing more of a call,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wait I will till such will fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-4938420700619648281?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/4938420700619648281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=4938420700619648281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/4938420700619648281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/4938420700619648281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2008/11/stand-out-day.html' title='Stand OuT Day'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-386723014807969612</id><published>2008-09-26T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:47:51.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my 3rd report</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was early the morning of September 18. I woke very early time because I had to finish our 4th field work report due the next day. I had no plans on passing it on the deadline so I decided that I should have finished it before afternoon so I could pass it early next morning. I had plans that night so I really had to finish it before going to school or at least before afternoon. At first I thought I could finish it in an hour so I wouldn’t be missing any class. Unfortunately, I had to skip three of my classes before I finished the paper.&lt;br /&gt;After finishing the report I had it printed at a cyber café near our apartment. Then, I received an e-mail containing the format of the report which I also printed. Attending my last class I met my classmate on the subject that required the report. Proudly, I told him of the report due the next day which I’ve already finished. He was absent the day the report was announced so he asked me to teach him how the report was to be done. I obliged myself savouring a time when I’m actually “smarter” than a classmate.&lt;br /&gt;As the professor discussed biology, I discussed what I knew of the field work report. After all, it was just a simple concept of computing stuff. Then, as I browsed the printed report format, I noticed a date which as if spat in my face: date of submission: September 26! My pride went into shambles! I cursed myself for overlooking a simple detail! What was due the next day was actually the 3rd field work report! Then, I looked at my classmate and just laughed “silently”&lt;br /&gt;I wasted my time missing 3 classes at the near end of the semester just to finish a 4-hour-manageable report that is due in a week just because I overlooked time. Oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-386723014807969612?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/386723014807969612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=386723014807969612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/386723014807969612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/386723014807969612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-3rd-report.html' title='my 3rd report'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-5265340257141240065</id><published>2008-09-01T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:33:32.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Second Coming</title><content type='html'>One of my biggest frustrations as a “writer” is this: making an article on the spot. Like I said in my previous article, I’m really not a writer so I can’t really summon words into my page whenever I want them. I wait for the words to accumulate and form sense. In short, I wait for inspiration. Maybe this is the reason why I failed with my first blog. It took my inspiration a year or so before the words formed in my mind again. And by that time, I’ve already forgotten the username and password to my previous account.&lt;br /&gt; That was my mistake.&lt;br /&gt;            This is what I admire about those true-blue, tried-and-tested writers. They are able to write articles anytime, anywhere, or so I think. Maybe that’s why they are called wordsmiths: beings that are able to manipulate words, thoughts and the like. I want to be a wordsmith. I want to express what I feel; what I think, what I want to say, in tongues not foreign to the majority. I want to share half of my mind to the world in channels understandable and entertaining to the majority.&lt;br /&gt;            As ideas explode in my head like easy-to-cook popcorn rattling in a microwave oven, I sit here typing empty words that would be filled with the thoughts in your microwave oven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-5265340257141240065?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/5265340257141240065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=5265340257141240065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/5265340257141240065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/5265340257141240065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2008/09/second-coming.html' title='The Second Coming'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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-6990080683926955462.post-8230638088237821108</id><published>2008-08-30T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:23:39.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GENESIS</title><content type='html'>Everything started a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;I just transferred to a university somewhere in Baguio.&lt;br /&gt;After a few months spent in an institution embraced by my comforts, I asked my parents to transfer me some place else. I never really saw my future as a priest. I was afraid that my comforts were pulling me back to that institution so I chose to be transferred in a place new to me, a setting away from my familiarities. So, I was transferred to Baguio.&lt;br /&gt;            At Baguio, I was greeted by new faces. I was introduced to a new culture. I was exposed to a new atmosphere. I was bombarded with new things and I was enjoying everything. My head was getting filled with things. Most of which were memories; happy ones. I felt the urgency to tell the world how great I feel about my new life. If I would not express those thoughts, I might have exploded inside.  That was when my blog life was born.&lt;br /&gt;            I am never good at narrating. Every time I tell stories, I get hard-to-explain reactions from my audience.  Usually, they get confused because I jumbled the parts of what I’m narrating. I end up searching for the climax of my somewhat uninteresting story, struggling to revive the interest I saw in their eyes when I called their attention to listen to what I had to tell. Hopefully, throughout this blog, I won’t get the same reactions from you. J&lt;br /&gt;            My blog life lasted for a year or so. It was a year or so of struggle because I never found the lines that could have made my blog interesting and eternal. That’s when I decided to stop. I felt senseless with my own words. No stories came up. I really had to stop. I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;            Now, for unknown reasons, I’m back. Hopefully, my writing sense hasn’t faded and my narrating style has improved. I’d do my best for you not to get bored reading my stuff. Just, don’t hesitate to make comments. What you have to say would be very important for me and my blog. Thank you. J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990080683926955462-8230638088237821108?l=potografo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/feeds/8230638088237821108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990080683926955462&amp;postID=8230638088237821108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/8230638088237821108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990080683926955462/posts/default/8230638088237821108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potografo.blogspot.com/2008/08/genesis.html' title='GENESIS'/><author><name>potografo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13321301495182512179</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></feed>
