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Name: Kiara
Location: Manila, Philippines
Birthday: 7/2/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: SHOPPING, hanging out here at home, playing the guitar, massages, poetry <3, drinking Seattle's Best coffee (mmm...), reading books and magazines--you name it, painting my nails with really wild colors, goofing around with my 6020, singing, blogging, dancing around like no one's looking. :)
Expertise: Singing. Playing the guitar. Dressing up. Not being able to draw. Forgetting things. Reading 534-paged novels in one sitting. Being a dork who still loves to look devastatingly gorgeous. ;)
Oh look, I'm an artist. Haha. :P
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Yahoo:  kiaralagrisola
Member Since:
3/19/2004
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| My blogger site is up and running again, people. FINALLY. Sobrang tagal ko hinintay yun. Lol. http://kiyaruhh.blogspot.com/ | | |
| I couldn't believe that the next few days will be spent just lounging around wherever, trying to count the hours till it's dismissal time already... It's our final intramurals, ladies and gentlemen. I couldn't believe na sobrang onti na lang ng remaining days for our academics and other activities, then we'll soon be shipped off to wherever.  *sigh* First things first. Since it was the opening of our intrams this morning, the yearly tradition of having "escorts" per batch over still took place. This year, Steph was able to pull in Sam Concepcion (!! who was SOOOO cute, by the way) since they work together nga sa "Super Inggo". So there. One batch had this Chicosci lead vocalist person, then another batch had that Chad guy from Pinoy Dream Academy (?), not really sure. I did nothing but sobrang drink red iced tea, play frisbee, and try my luck at table tennis, although Stef (yes, another Stef. Lol) and I fooled around with it and played it as if it were real tennis.  Talo ang Seniors sa Sophomores sa basketball.  Di bale. Bawi, bawi. This afternoon, the Glee Club had the pictorials for our souvenir program for the concert. I was such in a bad mood for a number of reasons: 1) Why the heck did we have the pictorials kanina in the first place? I mean, sure, busy na nga kung busy, and packed na nga yung schedule kung packed nga talaga, but sana we worked it na hindi mag-fall on an intrams day... We were all sweaty and shit kanina. Thank God for full foundations. 2) I'm having my period. Need I say more? 3) I couldn't breathe kanina in my costume. It was like bustier-ish type na it's really tight around the chest area, and poor Isab who helped zip me up really had a hard time. I so have to lose weight!  | | |
| I passed UP and UST. And La Salle and Ateneo.  It feels so damn good to know that I passed four out of the four schools that I applied for.  The run-down is this:
De La Salle University : AB Economics with BS Accountancy
University of Santo Tomas : BS Nursing *I took this for my mom. But God knows I so don't want to take up Nursing.*
University of the Philippines : BA Psychology
Ateneo de Manila University : AB Political Science Now if you really do know me, you'd know that my heart belongs to the Ateneo. No explaining required.  As of the moment, I'm totally addicted to glazed donuts. I swear, I could down up to four glazed donuts in one sitting, if I'm totally guilt-free and hungry. But since that's rarely the case nowadays, and because I can't ever become so full again, I eat a normal amount of only one donut in one sitting... And the next time that I open the fridge to grab another, I'd be devastated to see that the box is 80% empty, thanks to my kuya. Yes, I hate sharing food. I went to Carla Sia's debut last night, and it was really fun. Sobrang Carla na Carla yung theme and yung program and all. She prepared surprises for everyone and it was reminiscent of our Prom last year, since she was the one who spearheaded the organization of that event.  Cheers to you, Carla! [My sister just read the part about the donuts and she was like, "Eh hindi lang naman sa'yo yun ah. Sira ulo ko talaga" and went out of the room laughing. Lol.  ] | | |
| During English class today, we talked about revising for voice, style, and mechanics in writing. Miss Florendo gave us our anthologies for the lesson, and it featured an excerpt from Bob Ong's Bakit Baliktad Magbasa ng Libro ang mga Pilipino? and it's about a girl who's called "THE SEXIEST GIRL OF DM". Anywho, that person, whoever she is, God bless her soul, is the epitome of everything barok. And that's just putting it lightly. It really is so hilarious. It made me remember Chona. Whoever knows the url chona.blogspot.com knows what I'm talking about. Now I'm reading out loud her entries, while my sibs are listening. Sobrang laugh trip. Lol. --- Why oh why is Blogger so bagal? Parang ako lang ata nabibiktima nito. --- elle009 : We were clubmates before? Wow! Hahaha. I miss Miss Apilado.
dullwhite : Yup, I'm going to be an Atenean. Ate Cha's going to rebel against my parents if ever they allow me to go to UP eh. Lol. I'll tell Jame you dropped by.  | | |
| ... I am back to my Xanga site. Blogger's been acting up for the longest time since the Taiwan (or Thailand? I'm totally retarded) earthquake, and I can't log in since. I've been trying to, damn it. And I'm missing blogging so bad, and I'm desperate to start with it again, but even Multiply is acting up. Ano ba. My blogs hate me. Apparently, I'm the only one experiencing this. Poor computer, we've had this one or a little over six months pa lang, and it's already loaded with viruses. I got a phone call this morning, from a guy named Jansen from the Political Science department of the Ateneo de Manila University. I know what you're thinking--it's weird that they're calling in on a Sunday, right? But it was one hell of a confirmation that I. Am. In. Ateneo. Woooh. That's my dream school ever since I was little. There was one point wherein I thought UP was for me, but these past few months proved that it just isn't. I don't think I have what it takes to survive in that world. Don't get me wrong--I admire those people who study there. In fact, I worship them for their strong gut and sharp minds and whatnot... Okay I'll stop right here. Yesterday was the MCHS Family Day. It wasn't much of a family thing for me, though, considering that none of my family members bothered to show. Haha, but it's okay, really, since I had other plans of ditching the thing. After the morning choreography rehearsals with the Glee Club, my friends and I went to Eastwood for lunch and a movie. Maggie and I were both there, that was a feat, since we're both usually not present whenever our friends go out. Hahaha. After eating at Dencio's, I just had to leave because I wanted to go to Mom's office in Ortigas. So after much pleading, my dad agreed to finally drive me all the way there. Jame was there too, and we decided to get our nails done while Mom was working. We went to have dinner at Red Ribbon in Libis, and after much girl talk and girl bonding (whatever that is called), the topic of my graduation gift came up. Since my dad and I agreed that I'll get a car (just as long as I'll be a good girl) and a new mobile phone as well as a graduation party, that was what I told Jame that I would be getting. She seemed hurt, and all she could mutter is that it's so unfair and stuff. Mom glared at me, as if to make me feel guilty for telling that to Jame. The thing is, my sister didn't get absolutely anything for her 18th birthday and her graduation. She and my dad never got along well ever since we were kids, and I guess that might have contributed to her not getting anything during those two significant events. And now I could sense that she's jealous of me. Well I don't mean to hurt her or anything by saying that, para naman kasing I could afford to lie, right? My sister understands, at least she says she does. And I do believe her, in spite of the fact that she nearly got teary eyed when what I told her had finally sunken in sa kanya. If there's one thing that I love about Jame, it's that she manages to really see both sides of the story, and really consider the fact that no matter how much I've messed up with my dad, I still deserve to get those things. She's happy for me. And a part of me really does know that.  | | |
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