<?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-8143191</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:14:15.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wonderwall</title><subtitle type='html'>Life really is unpredictable.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-111742660949730223</id><published>2005-05-30T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T19:28:38.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEAM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I became an Avenger, it filled my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see this team, my heartbeat never fails to start.&lt;br /&gt;And it beats the fastest when I say “Ready. Set. Hut.”&lt;br /&gt;In this group, where I have played a role and a part,&lt;br /&gt;All the memories we’ve been through topped my chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been together a year now and you’ve got more to go.&lt;br /&gt;Always remember, you’ve got personalities that give the crowd’s faces a glow.&lt;br /&gt;Give them that big unforgettable “WOAH”&lt;br /&gt;And make them realize, you’re in this sport and will grow.&lt;br /&gt;Use what you’ve been through and what you know,&lt;br /&gt;And I guarantee, you will never be considered low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure this bond will live until eternity.&lt;br /&gt;We were able to break down easily the walls of diversity.&lt;br /&gt;In this team, I found a family, people who you just love instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never forget the days when I had to wake up the earliest,&lt;br /&gt;Because I knew it was worth it, I was playing with the best.&lt;br /&gt;With this, I felt grateful and blessed.&lt;br /&gt;There’s something about this team, made me feel I needed no rest.&lt;br /&gt;Together, we all committed to take part in this quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you shall all aim for more, now that we have built a core.&lt;br /&gt;We’ve opened more doors and now play better than before.&lt;br /&gt;Next time, you’ll do more than play, you will outscore.&lt;br /&gt;Show them the time when the Avengers soar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I won’t be able to play on the same field.&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember, when I feel down, you’ll be my shield.&lt;br /&gt;In the experiences we had, I feel that my wounds have healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this team, I will forever feel secure.&lt;br /&gt;All the memories, I will treasure, that I assure.&lt;br /&gt;And as I go through them the last time, my heart is now pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won’t be on the same field, but I tell you, I won’t be apart.&lt;br /&gt;Because I promise that you will always be in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever, we’ll never depart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avengers, soar high.&lt;br /&gt;Show everyone how it is to fly and reach the sky.&lt;br /&gt;When you fall down, there’s no need to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Get up and go, give it another try.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got more to offer this world, that gift you can’t deny.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I’ve been through that, given a gift I couldn’t say no to and even made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;That’s the gift of the people around me now who made me grow and not let a moment just pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been long, but not enough to say all that I feel,&lt;br /&gt;All that I have said and done are real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I have to let go because I can’t stay.&lt;br /&gt;Always believe that “Only tomorrow leads your way”&lt;br /&gt;And just trust God and everything will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the “G” word I will never say.&lt;br /&gt;One thing’s for sure though, I will miss this team everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-111742660949730223?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/111742660949730223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=111742660949730223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/111742660949730223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/111742660949730223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2005/05/team.html' title='TEAM.'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-111549835397937301</id><published>2005-05-08T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T04:39:14.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss this...</title><content type='html'>I just got home from a fully packed day. Woke up early this morning or should I say yesterday morning? Haha! My parents left for Puerto Galera and will be coming back later in the afternoon or evening. Went with friends to Rockwell with Joaqui and looked around and then watched Guess Who. It was so funny. The girl there's really hot! I mean Ashton looked better because the girl he was with was hot! Haha! If I was a guy, I'd go for her! Hahaha! Anyway, Gica and I got so kilig in the part when Ashton was teasing her and then while they were talking he all of a sudden kissed her. Damn, I wonder how my first kiss will be.. Hmm. Haha! I want it to be super special, that's for sure! Anyway, no rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left Rockwell, I was with my brother, Janna, Gica and Anna P and we're going to plan a beach trip with friends! I'm so excited! Because I missed the Subic trip last Wednesday because I gave it up so that I can be allowed to teach Flag in Brent the next day. Then at night, I found out that Brent was cancelled. So I felt like a gave up a super fun trip for NOTHING. Oh well, we're planning more trips and I'm definitely looking forward to ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops my brothers are walking around tipsy. Andro drank half of a bottle of San Mig Light due to Kuya Chris, Kuya Miguel, Kuya Ryan, Nico and Andro wanted to beat Joaqui with drinking. So Andro drank it and now he's HIT. Joaqui too. So I have to take care of them but now they're starting to be sober so it's all good. It was a super fun night in Rockwell and Grilla. We were the last ones to leave Grilla and now we're going to some fastfood place that's open for 24 hours to get some food. And after that, we can finally sleep. Yes, that's the most awaited part. Anyway I'm getting tired and I have to save up energy to leave in abit. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning ya'll! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-111549835397937301?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/111549835397937301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=111549835397937301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/111549835397937301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/111549835397937301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-miss-this.html' title='I miss this...'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-111287763029732575</id><published>2005-04-07T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T20:40:30.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool. Sun. Food. Fun. 16 best friends... what more can I ask for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mary just dropped me off from the Lopa Compound. And upto now, all the things in my head pretty much illustrate what we've done today. I woke up around 9:30am, supposedly my alarm clock was set to 10:30 but I guess my excitement couldn't stop me. I actually don't think I stopped dreaming since last night, because upto this moment I still am. Dreams do come true. Such as the dream of just spending a day with your friends and having nothing to worry about. Hmm... maybe there are, like worried that your bikini might fall from the back of your neck [tip: tie it TWICE, right Isa? :D]. Mary and I actually arrived first at their compound and just waited for Mikee and CV to come. When they did arrive, we changed right away to our bikinis [well CV and Mikee did since Mary and I already wore it under our clothes]. And next thing, we all jumped into the pool. It was really great because the sun was still up and hot after lunch. Isa arrived around 2. Laurie followed. And then Gia and Maita arrived. Then Pia. It was hella fun. Please don't get annoyed that I always use the word FUN because that's the best word that describes today. Actually, anytime with my Amazing 16. Hell yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We ate in between breaks. The barbeque was really good with the vinegar and of course the killer #4 Cheese from YCB. Back and forth from the pool. We armored ourselves with the "noodles" that Mikee and her cousins brought and lent us. Those are the best. We had the chicken fight. Isa, on my shoulders. Gia, on Mikee's. Laurie, on CV's [right? haha]. Isa and I beat Gia &amp; Mikee. But Laurie beat the hell out of Isa. Well... Isa sort of got ger revenge but she made the wrong person bleed, ME. Well I think my lip's alright now, I don't taste any blood anymore so it stopped bleeding. We had racing, noodle racing, "kwentuhan" [of course], sliding, noodle exhibition, find kiara's ***, find kiara's pink havaianas and so much more. I techincally stayed in the pool for almost 5-6 hours. Then I took a shower in the house of Mary's tita, and looked in the mirror, now I have a new addition to my "Tan Line List": my bikini tan line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now... it's all in my head. Memories!!! There's definitely more to come. For sure. Right guys? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seriously... what more can you ask for? I've got everything I need. One of the factors why I live is, knowing I've got  15 Amazing people who I trust, care for, who've got my back and of course, who I adore and love more than anything in this world. It might sound like a cliche but it surely comes from my heart. And it's going to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't really say anything more, I'm still in awe and still in excitement with all this. Next time again you bitches! Haha! MY bitches. MY 15. MY family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodnight ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-111287763029732575?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/111287763029732575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=111287763029732575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/111287763029732575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/111287763029732575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2005/04/pool-sun-food-fun-16-best-friends-what.html' title='Pool. Sun. Food. Fun. 16 best friends... what more can I ask for?'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-111210964832041889</id><published>2005-03-29T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T23:20:48.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward to tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We had Avengers football practice last Monday, and it was very tiring. My heart kept on hurting. I guess it's because of the heat and the result of having to run the field for nearly 5 rounds. After flag, we headed to Ice Monster and Chowking to get ourselves some refreshments. I was with Gica, Colleen, Berta, Lara, Pasia, AnnaZ and Denise. After getting food, we went back to San Lo and played Ultimate Disc. It was fun because we were taught about the game and how to throw properly. It was cool because I got to throw and got some turns to pass the disc to my teammates. Thanks Berta for letting us play! And then Colleen, Denise &amp; I [the dots] went to Greenbelt and checked out the bathing suit store. Then we went to McDo to get some food. We stayed in McCafe since there were no vacant seats in the regular place anymore. It was super fun because we got to hang out. Then Colleen dropped me off at the gym where my parents were. Then my parents and I went to Rockwell to pass for Joaqui. After... I got home, showered, talked to Isa, got the "news" then talked to Isa again. Raar. That damn news. Oh well thanks to Isa for being there to hear me out. You really are a paker. You're MY paker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow... Avengers practice was cancelled. Our group [FV] will be doing our Bio project to be submitted tomorrow. And we're going to hang out for the rest of the day. I'm really looking forward to that... I miss those days. I love those days. What more if my other 15 AMAZING friends get together too? The complete 16! Man, I can't wait for that one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well, I have to wake up early tomorrow. Excited!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodnight ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-111210964832041889?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/111210964832041889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=111210964832041889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/111210964832041889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/111210964832041889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2005/03/looking-forward-to-tomorrow.html' title='Looking forward to tomorrow'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-111191139826973720</id><published>2005-03-27T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T16:18:37.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shall believe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I found a song and felt like this one described what I felt the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;From Roswell:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Come to me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And lay your hands over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even if it's a lie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say it will be alright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I shall believe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm broken in two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I know you're on to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I only come home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I'm so all alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I do believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That not everything is gonna be the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think it ought to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems like every time I try to make it right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It all comes down on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please say honestly you won't give up on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I shall believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I shall believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Open the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And show me your face tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one heals me like you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And you hold the key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would I turn away from you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so heavy tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But your love is alright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I do believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-111191139826973720?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/111191139826973720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=111191139826973720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/111191139826973720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/111191139826973720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-shall-believe.html' title='I shall believe...'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-111189621619329356</id><published>2005-03-27T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T12:03:36.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO ENTRY : ONE WAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow it's been quite some time since my last post here. But now, I feel like writing again. I feel like this time I can let out everything I want to say. Again, like before. There's so much inside but I can't seem to find a way on how to let it out or I might just burst. Can you imagine how all of us, each one of us, feel differently about so many things? It's so complicated but in the end, we get through it. I hope I can get through mine too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been so tired lately and it's not like I'm doing anything strenuous. Maybe it's all in the head. I've been thinking so much about things. Is that bad? Or maybe it gets bad because I worry myself too much. And that leads to stress, a lot of stress. Oh well, but sometimes we just can't help it. Life's really unpredictable and unfair at times. But we all have to be strong and always remember that we have our family and friends no matter what. They'll always be here for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of which... Don't you sometimes feel like you're always the one putting effort at something? Like what's up there, ONE WAY. When it just goes one way. Or maybe comes from one person only. Ugh, sometimes that's how I feel. With some things, like friends. Of course, I love listening to them, to whatever they have to say because that's what friends are for. But there are times wherein it's all him or her. Not that I'm craving for attention but it's more comforting to know when a friend asks you how you've been or what's new with you. Like he or she wants to know more. Or at least to show some slight interest. I mean, I don't mind when a friend of mine talks all night or tells me everything that he or she is feeling but when it comes to my turn to start talking, my friends reaction tames down and it seems like there's no interest in what I have to say. Oh well, I'd rather choose to just be a friend and listen to the person no matter what he or she has to say. As long as I know that I'm not doing anything wrong. And besides, when it all boils down to what I really feel... I &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOVE MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FRIENDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I feel like I don't want to say anything more now because I'm sure that when I do, I'll never stop and this entry would be very boring to read. So.. 'till the next time I come back here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Good day ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-111189621619329356?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/111189621619329356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=111189621619329356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/111189621619329356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/111189621619329356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-entry-one-way.html' title='NO ENTRY : ONE WAY'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-111079912663126948</id><published>2005-03-14T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T19:18:46.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Built This Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spent some resting time in the house just to make sure I don't stress myself or else I'll be sick again. So I got a few DVDs and bumped into one of the songs played..If you know good music, you should get this&lt;em&gt;. Anyway, hope to see all you guys soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Built This Way by Samantha Ronson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Did you ever feel like you wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Someone else for just one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Did you ever feel like you wanna see&lt;br /&gt;Through &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;another pair of eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Did you ever think I might &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wanna be&lt;br /&gt;With anyone else for just one day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Did you ever really &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;think of me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I walked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look the dunks and the bottle of Jack&lt;br /&gt;The smokes the slouch and my eyes back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;You think you know what you think you'll find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You think you'll figure me out tonight&lt;br /&gt;But you'll never know what I won't share&lt;br /&gt;Coz I don't care, no I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;You think you'll figure me out tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder, if I'm just built this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coz every man that I know makes me feel like I'm to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When it's over, me and my selfish ways&lt;br /&gt;Go back to start again&lt;br /&gt;Go back to start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever feel like you should have said&lt;br /&gt;Something smarter at the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Did you ever feel like you should have kept&lt;br /&gt;It all to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Did you ever think it might be your fault&lt;br /&gt;I never promised anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Did you ever think it might not be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Now it was always me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look the dunks and the bottle of Jack&lt;br /&gt;The smokes the slouch and my eyes back&lt;br /&gt;You think you know what you think you'll find&lt;br /&gt;You think you'll figure me out tonight&lt;br /&gt;But you'll never know what I won't share&lt;br /&gt;Coz I don't care, no I don't care&lt;br /&gt;You think you'll figure me out tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder, if I'm just built this way&lt;br /&gt;Coz every man that I know makes me feel like I'm to blame&lt;br /&gt;When it's over, me and my selfish ways&lt;br /&gt;Go back to start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder, if I'm just built this way&lt;br /&gt;Coz every man that I know makes me feel like I'm to blame&lt;br /&gt;When it's over, me and my selfish ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Go back to start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Go back to start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look the dunks and the bottle of Jack&lt;br /&gt;The smokes the slouch and my eyes back&lt;br /&gt;You think you know what you think you'll find&lt;br /&gt;You think you'll figure me out tonight&lt;br /&gt;But you'll never know what I won't share&lt;br /&gt;Coz I don't care, no I don't care&lt;br /&gt;You think you'll figure me out tonight&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder, if I'm just built this way&lt;br /&gt;Coz every man that I know makes me feel like I'm to blame&lt;br /&gt;When it's over, me and my selfish ways&lt;br /&gt;Go back to start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder, if I'm just built this way&lt;br /&gt;Coz every man that I know makes me feel like I'm to blame&lt;br /&gt;When it's over, me and my selfish ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Go back to start again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Go back to start again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Go back to start again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-111079912663126948?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/111079912663126948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=111079912663126948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/111079912663126948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/111079912663126948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2005/03/built-this-way.html' title='Built This Way'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110827766312789035</id><published>2005-02-13T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T14:54:23.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the twelfth night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright. Long time no post!! Oh well, here I am again! I'm so tired from last night. It was so fun though. One of my best days of February. Why? First, I got to be with Colleen in the afternoon as she was preparing to get made up for her prom. Then Polly, Janna and Gica followed us in Basement Salon. It was so fun! The best part of the day! We had some pictures taken and Colleen really seemed like a celebrity! Then we went back to Magallanes in Colleen's house. She got dressed up, put on her shoes, packed her purse. And there, Prom Queen right before our eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Polly and I started getting goosebumps and got super hyped up to see her get picked up by Gio, her date. It was almost 6, and Maica arrived. So the 3 muskeeters went together, planned the "plan". I think we were even more excited than Colleen was! Haha! Or maybe because we were excited as she was very nervous. Oh well, we never doubted Colleen. She'll be great, she's always been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So it was a few minutes past 6 and Gio arrived. The 3 musketeers ran down the stairs...to the gate and..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;[with flowers for Colleen]&lt;/em&gt; Hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Hi! We're Colleen's friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Polly &amp; Kiara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;[just smiling, actually looked scared]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kiara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: By the way, this is Polly, Maica and I'm Kiara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;[waving his hand to all of us]&lt;/em&gt; Hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Polly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;[Heading to the Living Room]&lt;/em&gt; Okay, just go inside. Colleen's just preparing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;[follows]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Inside the house-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kiara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Just sit down first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*We all sat*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Maica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: So..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kiara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: You look scared, are you? Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Uhm...not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3 Musketeers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Colleen's just doing her "final touches" she'll be here in a bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kiara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: It's your first prom right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3 Musketeers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh that's why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kiara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: It's the La Salle fair today right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Yep it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kiara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: How is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Hmm..my friends said it was boring but it's better today. There are better bands playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kiara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*and the rest, i don't remember because we were so weird talaga! hahaha!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;before they left...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we had a friggin photoshoot! hahahahaha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Going out the house-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kiara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Alright, you guys have fun! Gio, take care of Colleen ha! Or else..Haha just kidding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;[Made this smile about the "or else" hahaha]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Maica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah, take care of her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Polly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Bye! Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...off they go...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So Maica, Polly and I headed to Ateneo for the sophnight. We were so hungry. I got so dizzy halfway on the road to Katipunan. Around 7:30, we met up with Brian, Mark and Nico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;*whatever happened to Soph Night, haha basta i'm so tamad to put it. you can just ask me personally or maica or polly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to Candice afterwards. Met up with Pia, Ange, Isa, Chiara and others. We hung out at Starbucks for a while and met with Brian and Mark there who decided to go and check out Candice as well. So we just bummed around and I got picked up around 11:30 and headed to La Salle to get my brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I arrived in La Salle, and saw a couple of friends. Talked to Pia's cousin Amado, Paolo E. I also saw someone who got into my nerves. Hay, no name shall be mentioned!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, my brothers and I were hungry so we went to Wendy's in Makati Avenue and became pigs. Then we headed home, exhausted. But still smiling. Super fun day with friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is it for now. There's actually more but my laziness is killing me. Back to school again tomorrow. Pep &amp;amp; Lit Presentations are coming up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well...See ya guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110827766312789035?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110827766312789035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110827766312789035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110827766312789035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110827766312789035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2005/02/twelfth-night.html' title='the twelfth night'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110605190955390137</id><published>2005-01-18T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T20:38:29.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana Chocolate Fritter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was just thinking that it's been so weird that I ran out of time to write consistently on my blog. I guess I've been bothered with other things in school, with friends, duties etc. And maybe I just tend to be too lazy to update this. I hope that I'll be able to get time back to write as much as I can here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just got back from school. Well not really, I got home around 3:30. We cooked in T.H.E. and the food was good. "IT'S GOOD!" We're finally done with our 10min. History play. Yay! It was really exciting because my groupmates were basically, well mostly, composed of our barakada. But of course, the rest of the faces weren't unfamiliar ones, friends as well! It was, I admit, sort of "sabog" but then we were able to inform the right facts to the class regarding the Opium War etc. I hope that the class had fun and was entertained with our 10 minute performance. And hearing their laughter and seeing their faces faced front, I think they did. I hope so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;And of course, the ritual after eating lunch in the classroom, we went to the College Area to go to the food booths there. They had Potato Corner, Kenny Rogers, Auntie Anne's and Hotshots. My friends &amp; I bought ourselves pretzels and dip and indluged ourselves with some dessert. Right after, we had Math, it was so draining. The new lesson we are taking up is very tiring. Even if it doesn't really involve any physical activities besides having a pen in my hand for the whole time. It was just a very challenging topic. But after what we've been through in Math, I'm sure the class will get through this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We had Biology after and we finally took the postponed quiz. So we took it, typical Bio quiz. Multiple choice with Essay. We answered it for about 15-20 minutes and had a discussion after. But I missed parts of it because I feel asleep. Nothing new. Just tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;And here I am. Tempted to open my mom's new Strawberry flavored Shakers. Yes, I want to drink it now. So bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hold up...I'll get my mom and ask her! For now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodnight ya'll!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THOU SHALL NOT RUN AFTER GUYS...Esp. fakes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Goodbye by Jeff Buckley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our last goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate to feel the love between us die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's over&lt;br /&gt;Just hear this and then I'll go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You gave me more to live for, more than you'll ever know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our last embrace, must I dream and always see your face?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we overcome this wall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby, maybe it is just because I didn't know you at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, please, Kiss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know,it makes me so angry 'cause I know that in time&lt;br /&gt;I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you say "no, this can't happen to me,"&lt;br /&gt;And did you rush to the phone to call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind saying, "maybe... you didn't know him at all."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the bells out in the church tower chime&lt;br /&gt;Burning clues into this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and the memory &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of her sighs that, "it's over... it's over..." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110605190955390137?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110605190955390137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110605190955390137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110605190955390137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110605190955390137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2005/01/banana-chocolate-fritter.html' title='Banana Chocolate Fritter'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110588703342375488</id><published>2005-01-16T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T22:50:33.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just got home from mass, and wore my white pants. Unfortunately, there were a couple of other people wearing white pants as well. Oh well. As long as it wasn't the exact pair. Here I am...tired. Craving for sleep. It's been a busy weekend. Saturday went out with friends after flag practice with the Avengers and Phantoms. Watched Ocean's 12 with Gia, Colleen, Maia, Tj, Dino, Chino, Gaby, Steph and Paul. It was really fun because we occupied the whole row in Rockwell. But the movie, missed some parts of it because I had to take some phone calls outside and I bought food along with my 2 fellow Avengers Gia and Colin. The movie wasn't as exciting as the first one. Brad Pitt was very entertaining though. Hot as usual. Had a long night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't stuided for our bio quiz tomorrow about Biotech, so here I go...I shall study now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodnight ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110588703342375488?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110588703342375488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110588703342375488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110588703342375488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110588703342375488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2005/01/white-pants.html' title='White pants'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110536015436695006</id><published>2005-01-10T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T20:29:14.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, No post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yay. I'm finally back online. Haven't updated my files online for about 2 weeks already. Oh well, I will one at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We have to memorize a speech from Julius Caesar by the end of the month! God please help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodnight ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110536015436695006?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110536015436695006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110536015436695006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110536015436695006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110536015436695006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2005/01/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time, No post.'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110415212824152215</id><published>2004-12-27T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T20:55:28.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/Joaqui%201.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/Joaqui%201.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.26.04 I just clicked the cam and it turned out to be a cool shot. Hahaha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110415212824152215?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110415212824152215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110415212824152215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110415212824152215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110415212824152215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/12_110415212824152215.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110415200236527414</id><published>2004-12-27T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T20:53:22.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/Andro%202%20final.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/Andro%202%20final.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.24.12 Took this with the help of the top light in the car&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110415200236527414?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110415200236527414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110415200236527414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110415200236527414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110415200236527414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/12_110415200236527414.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110415180255460209</id><published>2004-12-27T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T20:50:02.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/Andro%203.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/Andro%203.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.26.04 Haha! Just took it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110415180255460209?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110415180255460209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110415180255460209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110415180255460209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110415180255460209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/12_110415180255460209.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110415150558819013</id><published>2004-12-27T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T20:45:05.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/1.2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/1.2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.26.04&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110415150558819013?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110415150558819013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110415150558819013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110415150558819013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110415150558819013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/12_110415150558819013.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110412332439924581</id><published>2004-12-27T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T12:55:24.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, I went to Alabang with my family to visit my grandparents. On the way there, around 5, my dad decided that we hear mass first in Magallanes. So we did. I saw a couple of schoolmates and Mon Jose :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After the mass, we were off to the South. We stayed in my grandparents' house for about an hour. Had a photoshoot with Andro and Joaqui just out of boredom and then went to ATC. I accompanied Joaqui all over the mall to search for his new shirts. When we stopped walking around for dinner, on the way to the restaurant, I saw a guy who was so familiar. Joaqui and I were in-line to get ourselves Ice Monster then on the way back to where we were staying, I realized that it was "Bruce" from KKK last year in school. My friends and I had a crush on him that day because he looked very good with his self-defense skills and he looked good himself. Haha! But yesterday, he looked..hmm..he looked better before. Oh well, he was hanging out with a couple of friends, 1 guy and 2 girls and I think they're from DLSZ. Moving on...We went to People Are People, Human, F&amp;H, Bench and at last, U. Joaqui bought his new shirts there and they actually looked good. Thanks to my mom who reminded us that there was U there in ATC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So after this, around 10:30, we finally went home. I changed to my sleeping clothes and went online for abit. Slept around 2am. Well that's what happened yesterday! Haha! Cheers guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110412332439924581?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110412332439924581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110412332439924581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110412332439924581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110412332439924581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/family-day.html' title='Family Day'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110404019035082024</id><published>2004-12-26T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T13:49:50.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS YOU GUYS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Sixty-Eight" by Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think it's bad that it has to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;Even if we were just friends, friends don't act like this.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to give you everything,&lt;br /&gt;but you wouldn't give me a chance.&lt;br /&gt;You know, nothing to do, isn't nothing to do,&lt;br /&gt;when I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;There's a full-moon in this train-town tonight.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking of you lost love,&lt;br /&gt;am I just a boy lovesick?&lt;br /&gt;I can't get over this sickness.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do, isn't nothing to do,&lt;br /&gt;when I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;And already I miss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O0oo ----- oo0O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss everyone. It's been only a week out and I feel like I haven't seen everyone for almost a month! Well...we'll get back together guys! SOON! Love you guys so much! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110404019035082024?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110404019035082024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110404019035082024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110404019035082024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110404019035082024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-miss-you-guys.html' title='I MISS YOU GUYS!'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110369720077870806</id><published>2004-12-22T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T14:33:20.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/3.2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/3.2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Polo Club with Ro and her "fax paper" pants 12.18.04&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110369720077870806?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110369720077870806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110369720077870806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110369720077870806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110369720077870806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/polo-club-with-ro-and-her-_110369720077870806.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110368482264030916</id><published>2004-12-22T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T12:00:33.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoulder Pains...Shopping Glories!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, I'm only able to post what happened yesterday now because I was too tired to think of what to type here last night. Well here it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We finally played flag yesterday! After almost 3months of no flag. Man...But earlier yesterday, before we played, we decided to have lunch in GB3. It was Me, Gia, Mikee, Sarie, Colleen, Joey, Dino, Chino, Joe, NicoA and his friend who played for the Arrowheads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After eating, we drove back to the Park and played flag! We started by doing some O &amp; D drills which helped alot. Then we had a scrimmage that was super fun! One of the plays...we were at 1st down starting at the end of the field. Chino told us a running play which involved Gia to run the ball. So she did...She ran. She went all the way. We scored. WOW! She burnt Joe and the rest of the other players! Wahoo! GIA YOU ROCK! She can run man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So after we played, around 4pm, we just sat at first and talked. Then around 4:20pm, Joey, Colleen &amp;amp; I decided to go to the mall to go Christmas shopping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our first stop was at SM to look for cheap yet cool stuff! Hahaha! Then we went to G4 to get something to eat. We ended up going to Yellow Cab Pizza which had a long waiting list for seats since it was a favorite among the restaurants in the mall. So we ate. We laughed about how Colleen &amp; Joey didn't know how to slice the pizza with the plastic fork &amp;amp; knife. Well...I was laughing! Then I got a call from my mom and found out that they were on the way to the mall to get a camera for this Christmas and just get some things they needed. It was good for me at least we're all the same place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Joey left earlier than we did, around 6:15pm because her driver came to fetch her already. So Colleen &amp;amp; I practically went around the mall and just went inside every store! Haha! She had to look for gifts she can give her to her siblings and some friends. So we went shirt-searching for her sister and ended up in this super cool store that sold alot of super cool shirts! Haha! That sounded ditzy. Anyway...this shirts just cost P299 each and it wasn't a bad price at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After our t-shirt searching, we still went around and when it was around 8:50pm, after our strained legs have given up, we decided to sit down in Starbucks and just relax for abit. We just talked and made fun of people around us. HOW MEAN! Well I did those...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before Colleen was ready to get picked up, we decided to go to Wendy's and get ourselves a Frosty! After this, we went down by North Park to wait for her driver. The driver came and they dropped me off infront CPK where my family was eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I realized something...We may not have jogged to warm up during flag but with all the walking that we did, it was worth more than 1 round! That's for sure. FO SHO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, this is it for now! I'm still sleepy. It's so early!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheers ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110368482264030916?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110368482264030916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110368482264030916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110368482264030916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110368482264030916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/shoulder-painsshopping-glories.html' title='Shoulder Pains...Shopping Glories!'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110368763810451722</id><published>2004-12-22T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T11:53:58.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/Untitled-9%20copy.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/Untitled-9%20copy.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maia's 18th Pre-Birthday Party 12.18.04&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110368763810451722?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110368763810451722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110368763810451722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110368763810451722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110368763810451722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/maias-18th-pre-birthday-pa_110368763810451722.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110368709672832477</id><published>2004-12-22T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T11:44:56.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/Untitled-6%20copy.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/Untitled-6%20copy.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maia's 18th Pre-Birthday Party 12.18.04&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110368709672832477?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110368709672832477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110368709672832477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110368709672832477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110368709672832477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/maias-18th-pre-birthday-pa_110368709672832477.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110368654055026049</id><published>2004-12-22T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T11:35:40.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/Untitled-8%20copy.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/Untitled-8%20copy.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maia's 18th Pre-Birthday Party 12.18.04&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110368654055026049?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110368654055026049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110368654055026049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110368654055026049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110368654055026049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/maias-18th-pre-birthday-pa_110368654055026049.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110368542856165750</id><published>2004-12-22T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T11:17:08.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/Untitled-2%20copy.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/Untitled-2%20copy.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maia's 18th Pre-Birthday Party 12.18.04&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110368542856165750?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110368542856165750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110368542856165750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110368542856165750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110368542856165750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/maias-18th-pre-birthday-pa_110368542856165750.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110368519183279556</id><published>2004-12-22T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T11:13:11.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/Untitled-5%20copy.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/Untitled-5%20copy.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maia's 18th Pre-Birthday Party 12.18.04&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110368519183279556?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110368519183279556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110368519183279556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110368519183279556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110368519183279556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/maias-18th-pre-birthday-pa_110368519183279556.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110368472262632713</id><published>2004-12-22T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T11:05:22.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/Untitled-3%20copy.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/Untitled-3%20copy.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maia's 18th Pre-Birthday Party 12.18.04&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110368472262632713?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110368472262632713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110368472262632713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110368472262632713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110368472262632713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/maias-18th-pre-birthday-pa_110368472262632713.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110368437121436173</id><published>2004-12-22T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T10:59:31.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/Untitled-4%20copy.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/Untitled-4%20copy.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maia's 18th Pre-Birthday Party 12.18.04 2&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110368437121436173?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110368437121436173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110368437121436173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110368437121436173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110368437121436173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/maias-18th-pre-birthday-party-12_22.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110369741475109112</id><published>2004-12-22T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T14:39:27.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/2.2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/2.2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Polo Club with Mikee, Stick &amp; Gia 12.18.04&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110369741475109112?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110369741475109112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110369741475109112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110369741475109112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110369741475109112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/polo-club-with-mikee-stick.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110355281794547262</id><published>2004-12-20T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T22:26:57.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one more thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THERE!--&gt; that's a name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110355281794547262?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110355281794547262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110355281794547262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110355281794547262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110355281794547262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/one-more-thing.html' title='one more thing'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110354639557509337</id><published>2004-12-20T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T22:34:53.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New layout..New weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yay! Here's the new design of my blog. I figured that this described myself seeing all the shades of blue throughout the page and the picture above which shows a city and its lights. I also learned how to do the HTML codes! This is very fun to do especially when you've got nothing to do during your vacation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The past 2 days have been sleepless yet FUN! Friday-Saturday morning, family and I checked in Westin and just had an overnight there. My brothers went swimming as I kept on lying on the very comfy bed and a pack or Oreo. Then we checked out and I was on the way to Polo Club for Gia, Mikee, CV &amp; Maita's Birthday Party. It started at 3pm and ended at 7pm. It was so fun. They had a mime, balloon maker, face painting, games, FOOD and all of my friends were there. Well, mostly. From my teammates to my batchmates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My friends &amp;amp; I had a photoshoot outside near the field which was really fun! Then Berta &amp; I made Colleen finish her drawing assignment which was due already. We danced when the sun was up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After the foursome's party, Dino, Chino, Gia, Mejas, Stick, PDR &amp;amp; I passed by U at Rustan's to get Maia's 18th birthday gift. We got her floral Havaianas! They were really cute and we were sure that they'd look good on Maia as well! On the way to Bora Bar, Chino, Gia &amp; I were in the same car. We passed by Magallanes first to check if Colleen can go to the party. We arrived and her dad wasn't home yet so she couldn't leave the house. We hung out for about 15-20mins right upfront of her place. It was so cold outside. We kept on telling her that she should go with us to the party! But she couldn't' contact her dad on the cellphone because there was no signal in San Mateo where her Dad was. It was already 10 and we had to leave for Bora Bar for Maia's party which started at 8:30. So we told Colleen that we'll just update her about the party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We arrived in Bora Bar and Gia &amp;amp; I were surprised that most of the guests just had white tops on as we were wearing ALL WHITE. But we didn't really care because the clothes we had on were normal and looked good :D And Maia said that it'd be nice if we wore all white so we did! So a few hours later...Gia, Stick, Keena &amp; I after PDR and Mejas left found ourselves drinking. Well, Keena's been drinking earlier than we have along with Alfonso. While Gia &amp;amp; I got ourselves 2 servings of "Weng-Weng" and started taking pictures along with our friends. I was so red, as usual. the RED club! And stick started losing herself, in other words, DRUNK. It was a laughtrip looking at Stick and watching her every move. Gia and I couldn't stop laughing. I took pictures of Stick drunk with Gia's camera for blackmail! Nah..just kidding. I'll just be posting them online so everyone can see. Harharhar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Later that night, Gia &amp;amp; I gave Colleen party updates.. Haha! Then we realized that Colleen's dad could have allowed her to go to the party! But that damn "NO SIGNAL"! And when the clock stroked 12am, I got Chino's phone and gave Mikee a birthday call!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I greeted Mikee and passed the phone around to Gaby, Steph, Jess, Marga, Ma'an, Spike, Chino, Mikee M, Martin, Maia, Paul, Keena, TJ etc. The call probably took around 5-10 minutes. Sorry Chino! Thanks for letting us call though! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After a few minutes, we all stayed in the inner part of Bora Bar and just nodded to the beats of the songs being played by the DJ. I was still red and worried that my parents will get mad. Hahaha! But it's all good, as long as I'm not drunk! So I got home past 12midnight, around 1 something I think. Then there..I got home and showered. But I didn't sleep right away since I talked to a couple of friends up to the morning. Around 4 ro 4:30 am, that's when I got to shut my eyes and rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sunday..Heard mass and saw the "nose" and some friends. Saw Mikee M in the back. And a couple of friends from AC all over. Then went to Rockwell with Joaqui to but his clothes then ate dinner in Grilla. Chocolate Fondue and Capuccino Cake! Oh man...I want them right NOW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes..that's my weekend....bits and pieces of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Another "YAY" is that I'm finally going to play flag with the team tomorrow! I can't wait! It's in Sanlo Park from 10am onwards! Thanks to Mikee and Gica for having it reserved :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yoohoo! UP UP and AWAY (again!) Cheers guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Goodnight ya'll!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110354639557509337?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110354639557509337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110354639557509337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110354639557509337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110354639557509337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-layoutnew-weekend.html' title='New layout..New weekend!'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110320623202029168</id><published>2004-12-16T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T22:10:32.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/4.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/4.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmass Mass 3&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110320623202029168?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110320623202029168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110320623202029168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110320623202029168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110320623202029168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmass-mass-3.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110320591820966951</id><published>2004-12-16T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T22:05:18.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/3.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/3.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Mass 2&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110320591820966951?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110320591820966951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110320591820966951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110320591820966951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110320591820966951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-mass-2.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110320574558399265</id><published>2004-12-16T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T22:02:25.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/2.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/2.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Mass&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110320574558399265?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110320574558399265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110320574558399265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110320574558399265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110320574558399265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-mass.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110320559082687414</id><published>2004-12-16T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T21:59:50.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/5.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/5.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternative Christmas 2&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110320559082687414?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110320559082687414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110320559082687414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110320559082687414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110320559082687414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/alternative-christmas-2.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110320524244682455</id><published>2004-12-16T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T21:54:02.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this! Pia's foot!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110320524244682455?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110320524244682455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110320524244682455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110320524244682455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110320524244682455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-took-this-pias-foot.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110320501044797622</id><published>2004-12-16T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T21:50:10.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/6.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/6.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternative Christmas 1&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110320501044797622?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110320501044797622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110320501044797622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110320501044797622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110320501044797622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/alternative-christmas-1.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110320397566653592</id><published>2004-12-16T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T21:32:55.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...BREAK!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the last day of school today and I'm so tired. My friends and I decided to just spend time out tomorrow and this Saturday rather than today. We're all lazy to go out on a Thursday. And besides, no rush needed, we're already on a BREAK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So basically, my schedule this week is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday:     12 MN - Greet Gia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;               After Lunch - Check in @ Westin Philippine Plaza overnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday: Morning - Check out then head to Gica's place to get the gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;               Afternoon - Head to Polo Club for Gia, Mikee, CV &amp; Maita's Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;               Evening - Head to Bora Bar for Maia's 18th Birthday Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday:   12MN - Greet Mikee &amp; Maita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;               After Lunch - Flag Football @ The Fort infront of Go Nuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's what I know so far. Oh well, no worries right now, it's time to be FREEEE! Party time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;UGZ UGZ UGZ! *Gia accompanying* Wahoo! Cheers guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodnight ya'll! See ya guys dance the night away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110320397566653592?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110320397566653592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110320397566653592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110320397566653592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110320397566653592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/break.html' title='...BREAK!...'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110310752560620944</id><published>2004-12-15T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T18:45:25.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything for mah mehn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just got home from school. It was pretty much a free day for us since we just had to make visual aids for our sister schools in Malibay and Sucat. We started around 8am upto 3pm. We had a 2 hour lunch break from 11:30am to 1:30pm which was alot of fun because it was free time for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So we assembled in the MPH as a batch and on the way there I saw a couple of my friends Colleen &amp; Anna Z getting ready for their activities for the Alternative Christmas. When we arrived inside the MPH, we were asked to form groups of 4 people each and start making the visual aids. So we started to make use of the coloring materials we brought and unrolled the colored cartolinas to get us started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We did this the whole day...and during lunch break. Yes, in between our 2 hour lunch break. We were all eating in the Assumpta Court and after eating, decided to go to the Courtyard. The whole barkada. We all sat around the painted circle on the floor and played childish games. We played ABC and..ABC over and over again. It was really fun. Maia had to do a consequence to dance the "Otso-Otso" infront of some random kid sitting by the flagpole. It was really funny because she made the child smile :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After our conversations and everything else in the Courtyard, we decided to go back in the Assumpta Court and at first, tried playing "Ice Ice Water". Then after this game which we played for a few minutes, we started playing "Sardine" or whatever it was called. It was a game wherein the "it" would hide and everyone else had to find where she was, and when they do, they have to hide with her. The last person who finds her is the next "it". While doing this, well when it was starting, as we counted 20 seconds right at the door of the AV1, someone approached me from the back and it was Colleen. I was surprised with how her eyes looked like and how pale she was. I asked if she was alright and she said that she had to leave school early to have herself checked. She had spots all over, measles. And she didn't really feel well. So I told her to go get herself checked and I asked her if she has her cellphone with her so that I can get in touch and check on her during the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So we decided to go on with the game. Well, the rest of my friends did. I just sat down on one of the benches and was just so worried about Colleen. But my friends said that everything will be alright. So we just prayed for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After playing in the Assumpta Court, we went to the classroom and spent 45mins of the rest of the break there. We ate, took pictures with Pia's camera and ate again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So we went back to the MPH when the clock striked 1:30 and went on with our visual aids. After a while, when it was 2:50, we were dismissed and went to the Assumpta Court to wait for our fetchers. I gave Colleen a call along with Gica to check if she was alright. She said that she just had her blood test and was on the way home. Gica &amp;amp; I were just saying that we hope Colleen will get well soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So now, here I am, posting something new on my blog. But at the same time, worried for my friend, excited for the break, lazy, tired. Well, I'm even researching about measles just to calm myself down and know information regarding Colleen's condition. I really pray that she'll get well SOON. VERY SOON. Anything for mah mehn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;GET WELL SOON COLLEEN!!! LOVE YOU MEHN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110310752560620944?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110310752560620944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110310752560620944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110310752560620944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110310752560620944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/anything-for-mah-mehn.html' title='Anything for mah mehn'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110302995673572952</id><published>2004-12-14T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T21:12:36.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/with%20Jager!.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/with%20Jager!.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikee &amp; I with Jagermeister!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110302995673572952?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110302995673572952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110302995673572952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110302995673572952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110302995673572952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/mikee.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110302896193038474</id><published>2004-12-14T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T20:56:01.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/091804%201.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/091804%201.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS THE WHOLE TEAM :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110302896193038474?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110302896193038474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110302896193038474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110302896193038474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110302896193038474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-miss-whole-team-d.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110302879950687521</id><published>2004-12-14T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T20:53:19.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/5.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/5.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.04.04 Superbowl Party 4 [The plates symbolize an inside joke! Haha! Actually, they're just copying our award which was on a silver plate thing]&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110302879950687521?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110302879950687521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110302879950687521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110302879950687521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110302879950687521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/12_110302879950687521.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110302869554186788</id><published>2004-12-14T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T20:51:35.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; 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Now, it's party time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just got my FIRST ever pair of Havainas this morning from U @ Rustan's. Along with Gica who ended up getting the same style as I got. But it's all good! It looks good on us! HAHAHA! We walked all the way to G4 from school and the same route going back. But it's alright, I got the best Christmas gift so far from one of my best buds! Thanks so much Lauren! You hit me right on the heart! *nakanang!* Seriously! :D Whew...Today's the last day of exams. I feel so relieved that my sleepless academic nights are gone or at least for now. Anyway, before the exams, 4th of December, my friends and I attended the PFFL Superbowl Party which was held at Bora Bar, Fort. So as I left the house, wearing my capris, shirt and rubber shoes with my packed bag that had a couple of shirts inside incase I had to change, I couldn't wait till it was 9pm when the party would begin. We were off to Magallanes first to hear mass then I was off to Mikee's place where our coach, Chino will be picking us up at 8:30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I arrived in Mikee's house and she had just heard mass in the park. While waiting for our coach, we were chatting with a couple of friends like Berta, Colleen, Gica, and our coach Dino. Just trying to kill time till the party starts. So after listening to a couple of songs from Mikee's iPOD which was hooked onto the audio system, Chino gave Mikes a call saying that he was already there upfront of Mikee's house. The white car was there waiting, and as we approached it, we saw a familiar face...Spike! He went with Chino to pass by for us. Anyway, we were in the car already and on the way to pick the other 2 gals up in Berta's place which was around 2 streets away from Mikee's house. So we arrived infront of Berta's house and she went out of the house along with Colleen and headed to the car. On the way to McKinley, we got a call from Sarie asking if she can get picked up at her place in Dasma on the way to Bora Bar. So as usual, we were a school bus again, or at least Chino's car became one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We were inside Dasma, just got Sarie. Then I transferred to the front seat, beside Chino along with Berta and Colleen. Well, the 3 of us tried to fit on 1 seat but it didn't work coz Colleen ended up sitting on the floor. That was so funny. So Berta kept on telling Colleen to just stay in the back along with Spike, Mikee and Sarie. So we were 7 in the 5-seater car. Chino occupying the Driver's seat. Berta &amp; I on the opposite side. Spike, Colleen, Sarie and Mikee at the back. Colleen was in an uncomfortable position, I suppose, as she was squeezing her body in between the space of the 2 seats upfront. This girl talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So on our way to the Fort, we were talking, saying jokes and just teasing each other or people who weren't even present...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now...we arrive in Bora Bar the party we've been excited to go to that day! And there he was...The COMMISH Paul all alone inside! Dang, people really do go to parties late don't they? Berta and Colleen kept on saying that we were too early. I didn't really care because I came for the free food and just to be with my friends :D Anyway, we ate alot. Colleen &amp;amp; I shared a pizza. 4 slices each! Then they decided to go down to the cafe to eat some dessert. So Mikee &amp; I were the ones left near the ledge part of Bora Bar. It was only us two along with our Coach Chino and Paul also who'd go back and forth to chat with us. I ordered Ceasar's Salad which wasn't as good as the ones I've eaten in other places. But oh well, it was free anyway! So we all just talked about things and it was around 9:30 or before 10pm. We saw Sam, Guada and Cara approaching to our direction. At last, there are people! Then the rest of Team-M followed, Gaby, Marga, Steph etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So the party started, I think. There were more people who came. Lara also followed along with Pao. Yehey! And then we saw a waiter going to our direction holding a tray of around 6-8 shots of Absolut Vodka. I was about to take the shot but I wasn't in the mood to drink YET because I just wasn't! Haven't drunk any alcohol in the past parties I've been to. But it's actually okay because I know I can still have loads of fun without consuming any :D Anyway, we just talked all throught the party and took pictures (AS USUAL, that's a given). Then it was awarding time, past 12midnight. Everyone else was staying in the inner part of Bora Bar while my friends and I were hanging out by the ledge in the outer part. But we could still see whatever was happening inside due to the glass windows separating the 2 areas. As Big Paul hosted the event along with Paul the Commish, we saw them doing some hand signals that were actually making us go inside. We were all "Hmm..they're calling us! We have an award?!" We all had blank faces, didn't know what was going on. So the rest of Team-M started calling us to go in as well. As we entered the room..."Ladies &amp;amp; Gentlemen, presenting the future of PFFL!" *applauding* "The Avengers!" *applauding more with hooting (Haha!)* Paul: "The babies of PFFL!!!" :D So we went up the stage and felt so...hmm...felt so excited. Wow! We're there! Infront of the league, being recognized. As they handed us this silver plate...it said "Young Achievers Award" with the "Avengers" printed on it as well. Wow! We were in awe, never really expected anything like it. The crowd continued cheering. The high-spirits of people from the PFFL itself. Cheering for the Avengers. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Big Paul asked us to intoduce ourselves. Then when the mic was turned to Colleen, everyone cheered louder but saying "SPONGE BOB! SPONGE BOB!" because Colleen was wearing a Sponge Bob shirt. It was a sight for soar eyes, couldn't believe that this is how much the league supported our team. We felt good of course. Honored, even.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;As we stepped down on the stairs, a couple of the players gave us a tap on the back, gave us a hug, a "high five" even or just a simple "Congratulations!" It was very pleasing for everyone to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After this, we all had shots of Jagermeister. Anything for free drinks! Then after a while, we decided to go for a walk outside Bora Bar. Along MC Home Depot and heading to the Rivermaya Open Concert which was in SpeedZone. So Berta, Colleen, Mikee, Martin &amp;amp; I went for a walk around. Just to get away from all the noise happening in Bora Bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was past 1am and I was told that I was getting picked up already in a while. So my dad got me around 1:17 to be exact and we were on the way home...I could have stayed longer. Stayed longer with the rest of my friends :D Oh well, I'm sure there'll be MORE parties to come! Hectic sched this week! Checking in Westin Philippine Plaza on Friday! Hang with FV Saturday morning! Gia, Mikee, Maita and CV's party on Saturday afternoon! Maia's 18th B-Day party at night! ...THE FEELING OF BREAK STARTS... Wahoo! Cheers guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;UP UP and AWAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodnight ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110302736224772639?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110302736224772639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110302736224772639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110302736224772639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110302736224772639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/exams-are-over-now-its-party-time.html' title='Exams are over. Now, it&apos;s party time!'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110223938028690952</id><published>2004-12-05T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T17:36:20.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/Family%20Portrait.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/Family%20Portrait.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE Family&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110223938028690952?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110223938028690952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110223938028690952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110223938028690952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110223938028690952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/family.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110223912682035185</id><published>2004-12-05T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T17:32:06.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/zoom1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/zoom1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avengers!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110223912682035185?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110223912682035185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110223912682035185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110223912682035185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110223912682035185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/avengers_05.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110214810299258837</id><published>2004-12-04T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T16:15:02.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/izone%20with%20mickey%2C%20colin%2C%20polly%2C%20kiara.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/izone%20with%20mickey%2C%20colin%2C%20polly%2C%20kiara.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-Zone snap shot: Polly, Colleen, Kiara &amp; Mickey [interACt]&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110214810299258837?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110214810299258837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110214810299258837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110214810299258837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110214810299258837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-zone-snap-shot-polly-colleen-kiara.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110214760885929671</id><published>2004-12-04T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T16:06:48.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/SanMateo2.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/SanMateo2.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Mateo&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110214760885929671?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110214760885929671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110214760885929671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110214760885929671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110214760885929671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/san-mateo.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110214630629752993</id><published>2004-12-04T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T15:53:37.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I found the Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Classes were suspended the last 2 days. Thursday and Friday. I'm missing everyone so much. My class, my team, my friends, everyone. Our team lunch has been delayed for 2 weeks already and we haven't been playing flag for a long time. I miss my team so much. All 19 of us. Hope to play with the Avengers again VERY SOON! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been listening to this artist named Mazzy Star the past days. She's an alternative artist. Somewhat country like but very soothing music. Makes me calm when I tune to her songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Graceless lady, you know who I am.You know I can't let you, slide through my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I watched you suffer, a dull aching pain. Now you decided, to show me the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No sweeping exits, or offstage lines.Can make me feel bitter, or treat you unkind." - From "Wild Horses"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Still falling....Breathless and on again inside today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Around broken in two 'til your eyes share into dust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like two strangers turning into dust 'til my hand shook with the weight of fear&lt;br /&gt;I could possibly be fading or have something more to gain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I could feel myself growing colder. I could feel myself under your fate." - From "Into Dust"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;I want to hold the hand inside you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to take a breath that's true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I look to you and I see nothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I look to you to see the truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;You live your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;You go in shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll come apart and you'll go black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some kind of night into your darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Colors your eyes with what's not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stranger's light comes on slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;A stranger's heart without a home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;You put your hands into your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then smiles cover your heart&lt;/strong&gt;" - From "Fade Into You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I'm looking more on the lyrics of songs that I listen to right now. Looking at its importance and message. So far, alot of words have captured me. Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110214630629752993?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110214630629752993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110214630629752993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110214630629752993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110214630629752993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-found-star.html' title='I found the Star'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110214531663308189</id><published>2004-12-04T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T15:28:36.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The night that the lights went out in NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got the title of this post from The Ataris. It's the song I am currently listening to right now. I was just captured by the words of the song. It reminded me of some of the important things in our lives. The ones that matter. I posted some of the lines that I liked the most. Here they are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"If I could have one wish tonight ...I'd wish upon a satellite...To bring me back to you...&lt;strong&gt;We spend our whole lives searching for...All the things we think we want...And never really knowing what we have&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So many paths that we can take...To bring us to our destiny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Be careful what you wish for...These stars are fading out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes people just say that we don't know it's gone 'till it's gone. Do you believe that? I've realized that this is true. We don't pay attention to things that matter. We take alot of things for granted. Even people. It's like, they're always going to be there no matter what, so why bother? This is what we should think about. The fact that THEY WILL ALWAYS BE THERE. That's the gift we should always treasure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110214531663308189?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110214531663308189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110214531663308189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110214531663308189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110214531663308189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/night-that-lights-went-out-in-nyc.html' title='The night that the lights went out in NYC'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110196193711540102</id><published>2004-12-02T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T12:32:17.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Incubus - Echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's something about the look in your eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Something I noticed when the &lt;em&gt;light was just right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It reminded me twice that I was alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it reminded me that you're so &lt;em&gt;worth the fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My biggest fear will be the &lt;em&gt;rescue of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Strange how it turns out that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could you show me dear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something I've not seen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something infinitely interesting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's something about the way you move&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I see your mouth in slow motion when you sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More subtle than something&lt;/em&gt;, someone contrives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your movements echo that I have seen the real thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110196193711540102?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110196193711540102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110196193711540102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110196193711540102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110196193711540102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time!'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110079190626169231</id><published>2004-11-18T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T23:31:46.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just keep on playing in my head. Again and Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tracy Chapman - Fast Car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You got a fast car/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want a ticket to anywhere/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe we make a deal/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe together we can get somewhere/Anyplace is better/&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Starting from zero got nothing to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;/Maybe we'll make something/But me myself I got nothing to prove/You got a fast car/And I got a plan to get us out of here/I been working at the convenience store/Managed to save just a little bit of money/We won't have to drive too far/Just 'cross the border and into the city/You and I can both get jobs/&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And finally see what it means to be living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;/You see my old man's got a problem/He live with the bottle that's the way it is/He says his body's too old for working/I say his body's too young to look like his/My mama went off and left him/She wanted more from life than he could give/I said somebody's got to take care of him/So I quit school and that's what I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You got a fast car/But is it fast enough so we can fly away/We gotta make a decision/We leave tonight or live and die this way/I remember we were driving driving in your car/The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk/City lights lay out before us/&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;/&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;And I had a feeling that I belonged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;/&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I had feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/You got a fast car/And we go cruising to entertain ourselves/You still ain't got a job/And I work in a market as a checkout girl/I know things will get better/You'll find work and I'll get promoted/We'll move out of the shelter/Buy a big house and live in the suburbs/You got a fast car/And I got a job that pays all our bills/You stay out drinking late at the bar/See more of your friends than you do of your kids/&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'd always hoped for better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;/&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thought maybe together you and me would find it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/I got no plans I ain't going nowhere/So take your fast car and keep on driving/You got a fast car/But is it fast enough so you can fly away/You gotta make a decision/&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;You leave tonight or live and die this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110079190626169231?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110079190626169231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110079190626169231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110079190626169231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110079190626169231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/11/just-keep-on-playing-in-my-head-again.html' title='Just keep on playing in my head. Again and Again...'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110039896191760228</id><published>2004-11-14T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T10:22:41.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/38.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/38.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii2 o4-o5&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110039896191760228?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110039896191760228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110039896191760228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110039896191760228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110039896191760228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/11/ii2-o4-o5.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110039843694460281</id><published>2004-11-14T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T10:13:56.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ii2 Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just arrived from my Retreat last Friday. Tired. Sleepy. Hungry! But after all, it was worth the long trip. I probably gave out alot of tears but that's what I felt at the moment. All of us did. Waking up the next day, with our eyes that just have the weirdest look ever. Eating 5 meals a day. Meditating. And just talking to God. That was the best part. It's like we found ourselves in a different world. A world where it's so peaceful and we can say anything we want. Anything we felt. There's so much that happened that I can't give everything in detail. But pretty much, it's so amazing I can't describe it more than 4 words. I LOVE MY CLASS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ii2 o4-05 will be in my heart forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Retreat Pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/kiaragonzales"&gt;http://community.webshots.com/user/kiaragonzales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/kiaragonzo"&gt;http://community.webshots.com/user/kiaragonzo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110039843694460281?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110039843694460281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110039843694460281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110039843694460281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110039843694460281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/11/ii2-retreat.html' title='ii2 Retreat'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-109970728355065548</id><published>2004-11-06T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T10:14:43.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/205608650zxqqLD_ph.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/205608650zxqqLD_ph.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KKK 2 10.25.04&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-109970728355065548?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/109970728355065548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=109970728355065548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/109970728355065548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/109970728355065548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/11/kkk-2-10.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-109970672901570391</id><published>2004-11-06T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T10:05:29.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/205604206WNFQfO_ph.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/205604206WNFQfO_ph.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KKK 10.25.04&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-109970672901570391?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/109970672901570391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=109970672901570391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/109970672901570391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/109970672901570391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/11/kkk-10.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-109967854716101051</id><published>2004-11-06T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T02:15:47.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes it just takes silence to calm things down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel good about today. I learned. I smiled. I enjoyed life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just being with my friends. The feeling of being surrounded by so much love. It just made my day. The feeling of letting your feelings out just right after a visit in the chapel. It's undescribable. The feeling it brings you. The feeling that takes you to where you want to be forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;This entry has done it. It has shared what I've had for the day. This is it. This is what I live for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodnight ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-109967854716101051?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/109967854716101051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=109967854716101051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/109967854716101051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/109967854716101051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/11/sometimes-it-just-takes-silence-to.html' title='sometimes it just takes silence to calm things down'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-109958316736814576</id><published>2004-11-04T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T23:46:07.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the other things we forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Earlier today, I woke up, still remembering how I was last night. I still had that tingle in my heart that I couldn't explain. When I arrived in school, my friends whom I was talking to yesterday asked me if I was okay already. I replied that I felt better. Much better after all the reflections I had that night. During the day, I didn't talk as much as I would during any other day in school. I just didn't feel like it. All of a sudden, that quiet side of myself came out. It's not that I'm always loud but this is when everyone else noticed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;As the day passed, I remembered that a good friend of mine invited me to with her to the chapel during our lunch break. To spend time with God. To talk to him. So during our lunch break, it was our Team Lunch (every Thursday). So we met up in the Assumpta Court. Although there were only a few who made it because others had to do some things first...It was still fun. After we all ate, the rest of the time left out of our break, we spent in the chapel. At first, it was like as if I was unfamiliar with the place. I felt weird. But realizing that maybe I felt this way because I've been pre-occupied with so many things that I forgot to spend MORE time with God. More than just praying before I sleep or by the time I wake up. So I talked to him as I sat down. I just let everything out of my heart, out of my mind. Releasing everything I've kept. After this, I felt great. More at peace. People don't realize that the best one to run to about ANYTHING and EVERYTHING is GOD. I feel much better now than how I felt last night. Maybe I can do this, visit the chapel once in a while. If it helps me, sure. And it'll even bulid a stronger relationship between God and I. This is it for now. I'm being asked to rest already by my brothers after a long day. Just to keep in mind, GOD IS ALWAYS HERE WITH US. NO MATTER WHAT. "WALANG IWANAN."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodnight ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-109958316736814576?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/109958316736814576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=109958316736814576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/109958316736814576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/109958316736814576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/11/other-things-we-forget.html' title='the other things we forget'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-109949459972325987</id><published>2004-11-03T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T23:17:48.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's been so long. So much stuff has happened that I simply had to put a dash as the title for this post. Couldn't pick out a word from my mind that would describe how I feel inside. Mixed emotions have gone within the 22 hours of November 3, 2004. Right during the first day after our semestral break. But this is no ordinary day, mixed emotions..Yeah, I've had incidents wherein I have felt this way. But today, I learned so much more important things. Things that matter so much to me. More than anything else in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After dismissal time, I stayed with a couple of friends sitting on the bench. We were talking about school and other things. Then I just started talking about my friends, family, friends again. It came to me, I care so much about these. I don't feel guilty about it. I never do. Because my loved ones are the people, are the things, that keep me breathing. Keep me excited to wake up the next day. Maybe it won't be good for the whole ride, but it's worth it. Most of the time, the bad times are the ones worth it because that's when I get to grow. Grow as a better and stronger person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;As we were discussing these things, things that concerned LIFE. I had so much realizations. Realizations that I can't even explain. It's like, I've heard of these thoughts. But I had never felt this much impact. So much impact, emotions, that I started crying. I didn't know why. Maybe because that's how much emotional I got about these things. I don't really know why. My friends started asking how come I just started to cry. To breakdown. Emotional Breakdown in other words. I couldn't give them a definite answer. I was so unsure. Clueless. My thoughts we very unorganized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Later that afternoon, I got home. I took a shower. Went online. Seemed like the usual routine, but this time, it was still there. What I was feeling. Then there were a couple of friends who were asking me if I was alright. And so I told them, I didn't know what I was feeling. Some of them felt the same way. So confused, clueless. We shared thoughts. Saying, maybe it's just a phase that we're going through. Especially now that we're in High School. Alot of us say that these are the years when we grow up to be the person we'll be in the future. So much things happen. Sometimes, you just can't handle it. But God wouldn't let you do it if you can't get through it. Life's full of challenges. Challenges, trials that are there to be learned from. To make you stronger, better, and I guess also wiser in life. This is what friends and I who felt the same talked about. We'll be able to overcome this. Maybe it's just fear. I was thinking about it, for the whole time, I was also thinking about the fear of being alone. This just proved to me, I treasure my loved ones so much. &lt;strong&gt;SO MUCH&lt;/strong&gt;. Everday, I spend it with my loved ones. Right at the moment I wake up, I see my brothers on their way to school. Then when I get to school, seeing all my friends, telling them things, talking to them, just simply being with them. Then upto the moment I get home, seeing my parents, asking me how my day was. I just can't imagine myself without them. That just means not living life at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess today's been very "dramatic" as someone I know described it. At the same time, it's a day that I've learned so much from. IMPORTANT things. MEANINGFUL thoughts that you need to live the real LIFE. Maybe you've been through this too. It helps alot. Just to reflect. Thanks to Mikee for telling me to do that. This is one of my ways to reflect on my thoughts I guess. Just to "let everything out". Letting everything out doesn't make you empty. It enables you to breathe. Breathe the very breath of life. Well, I've realized all these with the help of my friends. My loved ones. Thanks to you people, I look forward to the next second that comes, the next minute, hour and day. It just reminds me that there is something better left in this world. Friends &amp;amp; Family. Always going to be in my heart. Forever, it'll never fade away. It'll only be stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks to today. I've learned. Grown. Looked at things in a deeper way. Better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks to today. I found a part of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodnight ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-109949459972325987?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/109949459972325987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=109949459972325987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/109949459972325987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/109949459972325987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-109941346089685787</id><published>2004-11-02T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T10:39:02.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused and I don't know anymore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Man, it's the last day of my break. And here I am, venting. Saying things that I just want to let out. Trying to empty myself with everything that has happened. Well, last Thursday, I was on my way to Magallanes along with my tito and Andro. He was going to play basketball so I hitched along because I just wanted to get out of the house. So knowing that Colleen stays in Maga, I texted her and told her if she can accompany me in the park where I was going to be. So on the way, I was making her go to the park already. Then I just found out that she didn't have a car on the way to the park. I was volunteering just to walk to her house which was 8 streets away. But she just said that she'll bike to the park. So there..Colleen biked to the park and then we just decided to go back to her house. We walked on the way to her house while she was holding on to her bike which I think broke since the chain was loose...When we arrived there, she asked me to help her out to fix her birthday give aways. As we counted down, well I did, to the minutes till her birthday, we distributed the candies into the little colorful tumblers to be given away. While doing this, we talked about things. Things. People. Life. Things that matter. I felt very comfortable talking to her. We had things in common, some things that we coould relate each other to. As time passed, it was already 11pm and my tito told me to go back to the park. But it was raining so I didn't anymore. And he had to do something really quick so Colleen just asked me to sleepover. There we were, Colleen celebrated her birthday with me. Haha! When the clock stricked 12, people called her on the cellphone. And there I was, saying hi to those people too. Haha! They were asking "Woah! Kiara's there?" Haha! It was really funny. We didn't sleep until 2am, just staring at the ceiling. Talking about things again. Talking about what I was thinking of. saying things about the guy I liked. It felt good to let those things out of my mind. I always liked talking. Haha! It helps alot out of me. And I'd like to thank my friends for keeping up with it when at times it would be TOO MUCH. Oh well, this is it for now. This is my Thursday Night (10.28.04) Recap. Goodnight ya'll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-109941346089685787?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/109941346089685787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=109941346089685787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/109941346089685787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/109941346089685787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/11/confused-and-i-dont-know-anymore.html' title='Confused and I don&apos;t know anymore...'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-109880227865806034</id><published>2004-10-26T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T22:51:18.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/DSCF3445.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/DSCF3445.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game time&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-109880227865806034?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/109880227865806034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=109880227865806034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/109880227865806034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/109880227865806034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/10/game-time.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-109879849390022955</id><published>2004-10-26T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T21:40:34.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd week of September</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's no flag football this Saturday. It was already time for us to take our First Trimestral Exams the following week. Damn. Busy Busy Busy. School work as usual. Responsibilites as the eldest among 3. Well, I cope with that everyday. After school, I came home. Went up to my room. Checked my cellphone. "3 Messages Received" 1 from Globe. The 2nd one from Dino. The 3rd one from Paul. The 3rd one, saying that there's a team rep meeting on Friday. The 2nd one saying that Dino can't go coz he's got somewhere to go to that day. Actually, I should do my job. I'm the Avengers Team Representative. Our coach, Dino, has been the one going to all the past meetings since they were scheduled on school nights, at 9pm. Obviously, I had school on the next day, couldn't go to the meeting. Someone had to do it. Dino did. This time, I had to act like the Team Rep. It was at Chili's Greenhills. It's my first meeting so I didn't want to go alone. I asked Joey, Mikee and Gia if they can accompany me. Joey, had a family thing. Mikee, had to do something and wouldn't be allowed that late and that far. And the last, Gia. She said yes. Thursday night, we planned our schedule...Off from school by 3:40. So we asked Paul, Marga and other friends if they wanted to watch a movie before the meeting starts. They said "Sure." So we went to Theatre Mall the next day. Watched "Dodgeball". Together with 2 other friends who were with Paul and Marga. There they were, Spike and Kuya Eric. Not unfamiliar faces to me. I've met them during the summer. Really fun people to hang with and very friendly. So we watched. Laughed for the punchlines. And laughed...coz everyone else was laughing. Those times, I'd look to my left, where Gia was sitting. And I'd go "I don't even understand it. Hahahaha." It still made us laugh. Or maybe, we made ourselves laugh. After the movie, we killed time in Time Zone. Played Basketball together with Gia, Marga and Kuya Eric. I was 4th place. Haha. Then we moved on to something else I guess I can say I was good at. The Korean Game. Gia and I reached Level 22. Broke the record of Mikee of 18. Dang! After that, we went off to get a Henna of our Avengers Team Logo. Spike accompanied us. As Marga and Kuya Eric were brought to the car by Paul because they decided to go home already and rest. It was our first time in a Tattoo Parlor. A REAL one. Pictures of different people having their body pierced in different parts. We checked out a magazine while having our Henna done. There it was, a tattoo and piercing placed in the last choice you'd decided to put it in. Yes. I know what you're thinking. It's possible. Though...we didn't go there for that. After our tattoo was done, we paid 150 each. It was worth it, our arm became an article of Avenger Art. Haha! It was amazing. On our way out of the mall, we headed for Chili's. Just right in time for the meeting. Alot of people as usual. On a friday night. As we waited..Each representative arrived. First there was Jun. Then Icy and Minda. Then came Gaby. Then Carol. Then Dino! We talked about the schedule. Myself and Gia wanting to speak but felt like we couldn't coz we were always addressed as "KIDS" by everyone in the table. Well maybe we are. We are young. After that, on the way home, Gia and I were discussing that matter. Being labelled as Kids and being treated like one. I mean, it was okay, because that's the truth. But doubting that we had exams the next day by one of the reps didn't feel good. We told him repeatedly that we were there that night because our Coach Dino couldn't make it. So we had to. Oh well...we just forgot about him. Heck with him. What we know is that we're not doing anything wrong. The next day, I woke up. Then I remembered, there were no games that day. There were no laughs with the team. No pictures. No teasing. No asking for water. No putting of sunblock. No cheering. No nothing. No Avengers for the week. All there were...studies, books, notebooks, reviewers. Oh well, I have to live with that. School first before Avengers. That's the rule. But that only applies with my parents. I have a different rule, friends first before school. And the Avengers, are my friends. And i can say, they're at the top of my list together with my batch barkada. Anything for the team. Anything for Avengers. Anything for ii-2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;UP UP and AWAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ii-2 barkada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-109879849390022955?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/109879849390022955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=109879849390022955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/109879849390022955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/109879849390022955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/10/2nd-week-of-september.html' title='2nd week of September'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-109879662304830345</id><published>2004-10-26T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T21:50:34.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time, No Post. Recap: 1st week of Sep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whew...I'm back. After almost a month of not posting anything at all. Man, the past weeks have been packed! Good times and bad times of course. I just checked, the last time I wrote here was the 31st of August. Oh...Sorry, that was almost 2 months. Time flies by sooo fast. Been so busy lately. Schoolwork. Flag Football. Friends. Family. Brothers. Parents. Me. Hmm...let me reminisce by week since Aug31. September...Well, we had a game last September 4 in ASCOM. Oh dang...we were only 7 ro 8 in our first game. All the varsity members had to go to their team building. So i woke up at 9 am, as the call time was at 10. Went to Sanlo in a car driven by my Dad. Just had to get Gica and Cielo on the way to the field. I felt unusual. Maybe because I knew we were going to be less than how many we were in the past games. We didn't have linemen (or women). Everyone relied on the ones who were missing that day. But we just told ourselves...we're still a team no matter what happens. Thinking that we're gonna lose just because some are missing is just like quitting and not believing in yourself. I know, it's hard to admit. But that's the only way to succeed. Without confidence, you won't have anywhere to go. So we jogged, stretched and finally..in the last minutes of the warming-up, we played against the Rogues. It was so quiet in the sidelines. No cheering. Or even if there was, it was only me. The girl with number 4 printed on the front of her jersey and back screaming "GO AVENGERS!" All of a sudden...It came to me. I missed the whole team. I bet the others did to. The others who played their hearts out. The ones who played double time, double effort. Believing we could do it. To make the team proud that we're not quitters. After the 1st half, all of us gathered, panicking. Not because the Rogues were up by 6 points. Panicking because we missed everyone. "Call Mikee!" Everyone rushing to their cellphone dialling fellow teammates and asking them to go to ASCOM. They did come, after around 1 to 2 hours. Seeing the big white van arriving , I knew it was them. I could feel the energy in that van. The energy the team always gives out anywhere we are. And there it was...it happend.. I kept on jumping! Shouting "THEY'RE HERE!" It seemed like how it was in my dream of the Spice Girls finally arriving here in the Philippines to have their world tour. But this felt better. As the van approached the back of the shed, for everyone to go down the car. Us, the ones who came earlier, planned to be "gangsters"...saying "Where'd you go huh?" But deep inside, we felt.."We missed you guys so much!!!" But we went through with our act..As they came down...They had sad faces. First thing I thought of was the teachers of the team building scolding them for leaving early. Leaving for flag football. As i saw their faces, another thing happened. I stopped jumping. I stopped smiling. I sat down. Then tears started falling on my cheeks. I didn't know why. I just remember..In my mind, I felt like it was my fault. I made them go early. I made them leave school. I made them leave something better than flag football. But in the past day..I realized..When I cried when a friend and I just shallowly faught about something, i cried again. Then another friend said.."Aww...You care about her so much don't you? Don't cry." I realized, she was right. Even the shallowest things in life can make you cry. Why? Those things are shallow but those are the little things that make your life worth living. I learned, that's how I felt about the team. Then after they saw me crying as i was being hugged by Gica. Roanna came up to me and gave me a hug. Together with Joey and the others. I realized, they just planned that "act" like what we planned to do before they arrived. Didn't know I could be so sentimental. Poor Kiara. Oh well...those tears are gone...But I've got alot of water inside me, ready to pour out in time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-109879662304830345?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/109879662304830345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=109879662304830345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/109879662304830345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/109879662304830345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/10/long-time-no-post-recap-1st-week-of.html' title='Long Time, No Post. 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Just check out the pics :D Then later that evening..rather morning..trip to Batangas&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY: Around 4am, arrived in Batangas with Paul, Marga, Stef &amp; Gaby to watch Gaby's race. Wahoo! She won 2nd place, but watching the race still felt like she won first! The cutest thing happened..when we were walking along the road with Marga, Paul and Diego, Paul was beside Diego and told Diego "Diego, go to Tita Kiara". I was right infront of them then Diego went to me held my hand as we walked :D I love Diego!!! Then after lunch, we made our way back to Makati. I was dropped off at Mikee's house then was picked up my parents and ate dinner out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110369978515368752?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110369978515368752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110369978515368752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110369978515368752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110369978515368752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/09/superbowl-weekend.html' title='Superbowl Weekend'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110369968088331904</id><published>2004-09-26T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T16:22:11.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/4.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; 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BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110370220155048170?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110370220155048170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110370220155048170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110370220155048170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110370220155048170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/09/cheers.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-110369949992479538</id><published>2004-09-26T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T16:05:10.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/2168/640/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; 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Led by Stef! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-110369949992479538?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/110369949992479538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=110369949992479538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110369949992479538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/110369949992479538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/09/do-football-dance-led-by-stef.html' title=''/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-109395100976511434</id><published>2004-08-31T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T19:16:49.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Okay....I decided to just make my entry titles with numbers...CORNY! But there's nothing to name them...And it's better to just keep it simple rather than spend so much time on thinking about a title that would please everyone or attract them to read my posts. Sorry for the ones who are complaining. Oh yeah...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to me for composing my first ever entry around 10 minutes ago! Yehey! And look..now, I'm making my second! Shucks Kiara..what are you doing?! Oh well....expect more to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-109395100976511434?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/109395100976511434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=109395100976511434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/109395100976511434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/109395100976511434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/08/2.html' title='2'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143191.post-109395046671648611</id><published>2004-08-31T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T19:07:46.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wow! I really do have an online journal. Never imagined this...Haha! Everyone has it and the Live Journal also. I can remember the time when everyone kept on yadding about their journal entries online and I'd be like "Gosh, I'm so tamad. I'll never do that. Hassle..." But look at this now, I'm actually doing an entry online! Shucks! This is what boredom can do. I want to try to keep myslef busy..Haha! By online "journal-ING" haha...Oh well, I said that I'd never do this...But it's worth a try..Here I go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143191-109395046671648611?l=kiarabangga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/feeds/109395046671648611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143191&amp;postID=109395046671648611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/109395046671648611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143191/posts/default/109395046671648611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiarabangga.blogspot.com/2004/08/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>kiara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529635052034700311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://jja.image.pbase.com/u47/aaronvicencio/upload/30342746.IMGP5194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
