<?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-4717428079457369975</id><updated>2011-10-06T08:26:09.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*.* bundles of joy *.*</title><subtitle type='html'>babies make love stronger, days shorter, nights longer, bankroll smaller, home happier, clothes shabbier, the past forgotten, and the future worth living for.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-8007926148145451313</id><published>2011-10-01T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T06:47:45.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dengue, go away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bRtSTAme27Q/Tom8tAB2N4I/AAAAAAAACWU/wogSbNpHDFk/s1600/galit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bRtSTAme27Q/Tom8tAB2N4I/AAAAAAAACWU/wogSbNpHDFk/s200/galit.jpg" width="159" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My first-born son, Kyle Adam has been absent from school for almost a week now. He's gotten sick since Tuesday night, the same night when Typhoon Pedring started wrecking havoc here in the Phils. I was worried sick when his temperature never got lower even after giving him medication. We went to his Pedia first hand and we learned that he had Tonsilitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days later, Kyle was still not feeling well. He started to get rashes on his face and shoulders. So we went to the hospital again for Kyle's blood platelet count. I was worried he might have Dengue. After getting the results, I sighed. So far, so good, still far away from Dengue, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Kyle's still grumpy. He was wearing his Angry Bird sandals when the nurse called him, "Hey, Mr. Angry Bird, come here. I'll get your blood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle responded by saying, "Hmp, I'm not angry and I'm not a Bird!" hahaha. The nurse looked me as if asking, "does this boy really have fever or what?" Hahahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-8007926148145451313?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/8007926148145451313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=8007926148145451313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/8007926148145451313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/8007926148145451313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2011/10/dengue-go-away.html' title='dengue, go away'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bRtSTAme27Q/Tom8tAB2N4I/AAAAAAAACWU/wogSbNpHDFk/s72-c/galit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-4625147415649973446</id><published>2011-09-09T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T06:42:58.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>turtle power!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oG7oHvfVV_A/TmnFwgZz7vI/AAAAAAAACSA/wuVfcUfUL8A/s1600/cartoons_tmnt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oG7oHvfVV_A/TmnFwgZz7vI/AAAAAAAACSA/wuVfcUfUL8A/s320/cartoons_tmnt.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Still remember Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael &amp;amp; Michelangelo? No, not the famous Renaissance painters, artists nor sculptors...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm referring to the four "heroes in a half shell" brought up by Sensei - their adopted father - half rat/half-human Master Splinter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yeah! they're the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I actually grew up watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles as a kid. I remember, I used to watch these dudes every Saturday afternoon, and they're the ones who urged me to like Pizzas! Heck! I even had a crush on Casey Jones at that time! What the shell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My favorite among the turtles was Michelangelo- let's face it, he's the coolest among the group! He was one shell of a Party Dude! Oh I remember their opening themesong: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;br /&gt;Heroes in a half-shell&lt;br /&gt;Turtle power!&lt;br /&gt;They're the world's most fearsome fighting team (We're really hip!)&lt;br /&gt;They're heroes in a half-shell and they're green (Hey - get a grip!)&lt;br /&gt;When the evil Shredder attacks&lt;br /&gt;These Turtle boys don't cut him no slack!&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;br /&gt;Splinter taught them to be ninja teens (He's a radical rat!)&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo leads, Donatello does machines (That's a fact, Jack!)&lt;br /&gt;Raphael is cool but crude (Gimme a break!)&lt;br /&gt;Michaelangelo is a party dude (Party!)&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;br /&gt;Heroes in a half shell&lt;br /&gt;Turtle power!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;downloaded this cartoon series from torrent for about a week, and it's really worth the wait. When I played TMNT on our DVD, I can't help but sing along with the turtles. Oh yes, I was surprised myself when I was able to sing / blurt out the lyrics! No sweat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Now that I have my little boys, they're the ones spending day &amp;amp; night watching the Turtles as they fight against Rocksteady &amp;amp; Bebop, Shredder &amp;amp; Krang! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;oh the happy childhood memories of the past! Now Kyle &amp;amp; Kian keep on saying: "Cowabunga, dudes!" and high-five with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-4625147415649973446?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/4625147415649973446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=4625147415649973446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/4625147415649973446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/4625147415649973446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2011/09/turtle-power.html' title='turtle power!'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oG7oHvfVV_A/TmnFwgZz7vI/AAAAAAAACSA/wuVfcUfUL8A/s72-c/cartoons_tmnt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-3876256158987165999</id><published>2011-09-01T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T06:42:15.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wee!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y6LnJBOkRjo/Tl8SFfAEmkI/AAAAAAAACQ4/E0Wunuhiavs/s1600/IMG0053A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y6LnJBOkRjo/Tl8SFfAEmkI/AAAAAAAACQ4/E0Wunuhiavs/s200/IMG0053A.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just got Kyle's exam results (test papers) today from his recently concluded First Periodical Exams &amp;amp; we are all so happy here at home because he aced all his subjects!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Score for Science, Mathematics, Filipino &amp;amp; Reading/Writing!! Yipeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats my son. Expect a reward from Mom &amp;amp; Dad soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-3876256158987165999?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/3876256158987165999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=3876256158987165999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/3876256158987165999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/3876256158987165999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2011/09/wee.html' title='wee!!!'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y6LnJBOkRjo/Tl8SFfAEmkI/AAAAAAAACQ4/E0Wunuhiavs/s72-c/IMG0053A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-5841997414694106450</id><published>2011-06-30T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T06:41:25.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maganda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Saw Anne Curtis on a TV commercial &amp;amp; I can't help but gush and say "Ang ganda ni Anne noh?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Just then my bunso, Kian stormed in front of the TV &amp;amp; said "&lt;b&gt;MOmmy, ikaw lang ang maganda! Ikaw, IKAW IKAW!&lt;/b&gt;!" sabay dabog on the floor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;awww so sweeeeet! kilig! hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-5841997414694106450?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/5841997414694106450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=5841997414694106450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/5841997414694106450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/5841997414694106450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2011/06/maganda.html' title='maganda'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-5249191499891763513</id><published>2011-06-26T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T06:40:48.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>laba mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ros41r8hsQU/Tg0S2yp7KXI/AAAAAAAACMc/xa8QznOlKaQ/s1600/DSCF2043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ros41r8hsQU/Tg0S2yp7KXI/AAAAAAAACMc/xa8QznOlKaQ/s200/DSCF2043.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Due to my delicate pregnancy, my hubby is the one doing the laundry lately.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Last Saturday, when Kian saw his dad washing some clothes, he exclaimed, &lt;i&gt;"Daddy, why are you washing? di ba mga mommy dapat ang naglalaba? Mommy, maglaba ka na...&lt;/i&gt;" hahaha! nakahanap ng kakampi si Daddy..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Kian, you're the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-5249191499891763513?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/5249191499891763513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=5249191499891763513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/5249191499891763513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/5249191499891763513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2011/06/laba-mode.html' title='laba mode'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ros41r8hsQU/Tg0S2yp7KXI/AAAAAAAACMc/xa8QznOlKaQ/s72-c/DSCF2043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-1402542283040952644</id><published>2011-04-12T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T06:39:45.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>b1 &amp; b2</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="290" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xQvFnSIIuHE" title="YouTube video player" width="380"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naiisip mo ba ang naiisip ko, B2?&lt;br /&gt;OO naman B1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss this kiddie show. just this morning, i showed B1 &amp;amp; B2 to my kids and they were so delighted to finally meet Bananas In Pyjamas! gosh, parang kelan lang, ako yung nanonood nito... kakamiss maging bata :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-1402542283040952644?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/1402542283040952644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=1402542283040952644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/1402542283040952644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/1402542283040952644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2011/04/b1-b2.html' title='b1 &amp; b2'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xQvFnSIIuHE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-7148626169718174958</id><published>2011-03-19T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T06:38:56.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>congrats, kyle</title><content type='html'>A while ago, my Kyle&amp;nbsp;Adam finally had his Recognition Day and we are so proud of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle got three Special Awards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most Well Groomed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most Behaved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Best in Attendance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KQDXsoTB8uc/TYSuQwDNoVI/AAAAAAAACGA/a4Wy-vIVsio/s1600/cutiekyle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KQDXsoTB8uc/TYSuQwDNoVI/AAAAAAAACGA/a4Wy-vIVsio/s320/cutiekyle.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VOc-6aGvxrg/TYSu7tq_WNI/AAAAAAAACGE/fFhEzDzbKP8/s1600/DSCF2017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VOc-6aGvxrg/TYSu7tq_WNI/AAAAAAAACGE/fFhEzDzbKP8/s320/DSCF2017.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Congratulations Kyle!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-7148626169718174958?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/7148626169718174958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=7148626169718174958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/7148626169718174958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/7148626169718174958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2011/03/congrats-kyle.html' title='congrats, kyle'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KQDXsoTB8uc/TYSuQwDNoVI/AAAAAAAACGA/a4Wy-vIVsio/s72-c/cutiekyle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-6399687737404596413</id><published>2011-03-18T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T06:37:52.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>arigato</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-UVGQ1hvbfBY/TYKKHjks_WI/AAAAAAAACE8/ETekK2lwPAg/s1600/IMG0058A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-UVGQ1hvbfBY/TYKKHjks_WI/AAAAAAAACE8/ETekK2lwPAg/s200/IMG0058A.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is Kyle's last day at school.. General Rehearsal is on the way. Tomorrow is his Recognition Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I had a talk with his adviser and asked about our great benefactor, Mr. Kobayashi who had been generous in helping the school where my child goes to. He is actually from Japan and a couple of weeks ago, he was here with his team of Charity - the Kapatid Foundation headed by Mr. Nagaso and twelve other Japanese students.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;{My kid's school was founded by Dominican Sisters of St. Therese and is funded by the Kapatid Foundation}.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Ph4OmW2Czu0/TYKKC1ccLXI/AAAAAAAACE4/XqZ8L-ew0bg/s1600/IMG0056A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Ph4OmW2Czu0/TYKKC1ccLXI/AAAAAAAACE4/XqZ8L-ew0bg/s200/IMG0056A.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We (Parents, Teachers ans Students) actually gave them a Welcome Party at school by singing, dancing, playing games with the kids and stuff.&amp;nbsp; These Japs were really so nice and talented and helpful. They also danced, sang, joked with the kids, played with them, shared High-Fives and gave goodies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WRCepEkDiSw/TYKJ9AOQSnI/AAAAAAAACE0/ZSQFg7U1E-8/s1600/IMG0064A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WRCepEkDiSw/TYKJ9AOQSnI/AAAAAAAACE0/ZSQFg7U1E-8/s200/IMG0064A.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;One particular Jap student went all the way entertaining the kids, hopping from one seat to another, not minding the heat, just to make sure that the kids are okay and hydrated. The other Japanese students also made sure that all of us went home safe when the program was ended. It was a real great Welcome Party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After one week, they went back to Japan. And then the massive earthquake happened. Thousands of lives were taken, Tsunami did a great damage on the main land and neighboring countries, Nuclear plants emitted poisonous radiations. It was a truly devastating occurence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I was relieved when my child's teacher informed us that our Japanese visitors from last week were all safe. They were from the Southern part of Japan where&amp;nbsp;not much damage was done. Still, my heart goes out to those who were affected and I sincerely pray that this calamity won't happen again. Let's all join our hands together for Japan's quick recovery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-6399687737404596413?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/6399687737404596413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=6399687737404596413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/6399687737404596413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/6399687737404596413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2011/03/arigato.html' title='arigato'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-UVGQ1hvbfBY/TYKKHjks_WI/AAAAAAAACE8/ETekK2lwPAg/s72-c/IMG0058A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-7957506967144740399</id><published>2011-03-14T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T06:36:34.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a race!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Kian (in green hood-shit) confidently driving along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-7957506967144740399?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/7957506967144740399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=7957506967144740399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/7957506967144740399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/7957506967144740399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-race.html' title='it&apos;s a race!'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BRx-ahyPl_I/TYLidhYkUII/AAAAAAAACFY/iNfb4XdsJl8/s72-c/DSCF2129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-553972780952333293</id><published>2011-01-31T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T17:15:23.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>he's simply amazing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TUXpIymgWAI/AAAAAAAAB9U/qeK5KOFLvbQ/s1600/DSCF2020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TUXpIymgWAI/AAAAAAAAB9U/qeK5KOFLvbQ/s320/DSCF2020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Early this morning, our bunso, Kian woke up with eyes half opened. He wanted to watch Spongebob on the DVD, but he immediately fell asleep when he hit the couch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;5 mins later, he muttered, "Mommy, I Love You.." then he sang, &lt;em&gt;"'coz you're amazing, just the way you are..."&lt;/em&gt; then fell asleep again.. awww....&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/4717428079457369975-553972780952333293?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/553972780952333293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=553972780952333293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/553972780952333293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/553972780952333293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2011/01/hes-simply-amazing.html' title='he&apos;s simply amazing!'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TUXpIymgWAI/AAAAAAAAB9U/qeK5KOFLvbQ/s72-c/DSCF2020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-5354135857876555000</id><published>2011-01-29T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T17:13:39.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Last Saturday, we had a movie marahon at home. Honey and I thought it's best to spend quality time with your kids by watching movies that children love. So I got my USB FlashDisk&amp;nbsp;full of downloaded animated films and inserted in on our DVD-USB player and viola! Saturday fever began!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TSzTZJDxUwI/AAAAAAAAB4w/iEEa4YLRSs4/s1600/annoy.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TSzTZJDxUwI/AAAAAAAAB4w/iEEa4YLRSs4/s200/annoy.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;credits to Wikipedia for the pic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;First we watched Despicable Me... Finally! we failed to watch it a year ago and now, as if my kids are catching up for the lost time, they are clamoring for an encore showing every 5 hours - every day!! yes, for a week now, they insisted on watching the good-hearted villain Gru and his 3 adorable adopted kids, Margaux, Eden &amp;amp; Agnes.. &lt;em&gt;They're so cute &amp;amp; fluffy I'm gonna die!!&lt;/em&gt; weeee! Do I sound annoying? Chuck-Chuck-Chuck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Anyway, we all had fun with Despicable Me. No boring scenes, Vector is seriously funny, and his fortress is enourmously high-tech! I'd love to pay a visit to Vector's facility one day. And Gru's mom - freakingly weird but loving, i think my kids like her too! But the most fun part? That's when Gru read the girls an originally written bedtime story and finally kissed the girls goodnight.. awwww... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Next movie we watched is The Legend of the Guardians. I found it a little serious for my liking but the special effects were awesome. The story itself is great and I was thrilled to learn that it was based from a book. Ive got to scour my favorite bookstore so I can find (or order) for a copy of the book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TUNN8AU6fpI/AAAAAAAAB8M/7B7OVjfjzpM/s1600/Legend-of-the-guardians.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TUNN8AU6fpI/AAAAAAAAB8M/7B7OVjfjzpM/s320/Legend-of-the-guardians.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;credits to Google for the pic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The Legend of the Guardians - the Owls of Ga'hoole, in its entirety is entertaining. I like Sorenn's character, brave and bold and loving, unlike his brother Claud, an insecure, high &amp;amp; mighty wannabe. The story teaches a lot about family ties, valuing friendship and thinking of the others. I think there's a sequel to the movie because Claud, who fell from a very high flaming tree, was still alive! I better check out the book for more info!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Third animated movie - and my newest favorite Disney film (my all time-fave is &lt;em&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;/em&gt;) is Brothers Grimm version of Rapunzel, &lt;em&gt;Tangled. &lt;/em&gt;It is an animated musical film featuring the voice of Mandy Moore and the sexy debonaire Zachary Levi.. ahhhh, their storuy is one magical adventure with Maximus, the horse, on the sidewalk and a pack of friends who fulfilled their own dreams in the end. For me, Tangled is the best animated film of 2010.. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;credits to Cinema Blend for the video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="355" id="gorillaPlayer_ci001" style="clear: left; float: left;" width="418"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="swliveconnect" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn.springboard.gorillanation.com/storage/xplayer/ci001.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="wmode=transparent&amp;e=4bffc0037b3a3a49328d685cccfc7c21cc002973d57a44951a38fddf065f5c696a66be9b89ee2d2f0947d4e15d253124c7d296b9a2a5d695fdd446d15f64f11765e48a3169f68735f3c8df0a0b967dbf383ccf85d3b0fcebe03d34a7&amp;width=518&amp;height=455&amp;pid=ci001&amp;autostart=false&amp;allowscriptaccess=always&amp;usefullscreen=true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://cdn.springboard.gorillanation.com/storage/xplayer/ci001.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" name="gorillaPlayer_ci001" width="418" height="355" allowscriptaccess="always" swliveconnect="true" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" flashvars="wmode=transparent&amp;e=4bffc0037b3a3a49328d685cccfc7c21cc002973d57a44951a38fddf065f5c696a66be9b89ee2d2f0947d4e15d253124c7d296b9a2a5d695fdd446d15f64f11765e48a3169f68735f3c8df0a0b967dbf383ccf85d3b0fcebe03d34a7&amp;width=518&amp;height=455&amp;pid=ci001&amp;autostart=false&amp;allowscriptaccess=always&amp;usefullscreen=true&amp;esnapshot=4bffc0037b3a3a493b90685cccfc7c21cc002973d57a44951a38fddf065f5c696a66be9b89ee2d2f094ccde2702233248cc2a0b6a3bed699f2d44c9a1869fa1f32b8d76936b6c068b683c70903817aa1313d95da84&amp;trueurl=http://www.cinemablend.com/new/Watch-Four-Minutes-Of-Tangled-21732.html"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TTCMtnsENvI/AAAAAAAAB5I/zcqaBIea-Y8/s1600/DSCF2212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TTCMtnsENvI/AAAAAAAAB5I/zcqaBIea-Y8/s200/DSCF2212.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been called to the Principal's Office this morning in Kyle's school due to some issues he recently had. Yes, Kyle's just in Kindergarten and he already has school troubles :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Last Tuesday, when I dropped Kyle at school, I left him smiling&amp;nbsp;while writing some notes on a piece of paper. Everything was just fine. When I got home in the evening, my husband told me that when he picked up our son during Dismissal period, Kyle's eyes were red and puffy and his nose was running. His teacher told my hubby that Kyle started wailing after their Recess until the last&amp;nbsp;few minutes before they were sent home. When his teacher asked why he was crying, he just cried some more. When my husband asked me at home, Kyle simply said he missed me a lot and he wanted me to go home soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The next morning, Wednesday, I asked Kyle's homeroom teacher if&amp;nbsp;she had any idea why he cried at school. It was then I learned that teacher's aide Mariz scolded him for playing with his hankerchief. Kyle twirled his hanky on his left hand (like a boxing glove) and wiped his nose using that makeshift glove. Mariz got his hanky and hid it on Kyle's bag when my son was not looking at her. Unfortunately, my son cannot properly concentrate without his hanky and so he got panicked when he didn't see it, so he started crying.. poor boy :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yesterday, another thing happened. Kyle's adviser told me my son vomited shortly after Recess (again!) after running and chasing his friend Reyster. Apparently, his tummy got all troubled and heaved, so he threw up his food and got messy. Teacher Vagay also reported that Kyle refused to be seated next to his group mates' table&amp;nbsp;because he preferred to be left alone in his chair. He&amp;nbsp;also defied his teacher's instructions to raise his hands properly during the Early Exercise routine or when she asks him to write his answer on the board. Sometimes, he also got emotional when he hears his teachers shout or when he is getting reprimanded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I apologized to Kyle's teacher and told her that he is quite different at school when compared to his behavior at home. Likewise, whenever I ask Kyle about his school activities, he would just shrug his shoulders and tell me that everything went just fine at class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I think there's something wrong with my child or with my upbringing of him; I really don't know. Kyle is a jolly and normal kid at home, he smiles a lot and hugs me a lot and always say &lt;em&gt;I&amp;nbsp;love you &lt;/em&gt;to me, his dad&amp;nbsp;and brother and his&amp;nbsp;grandparents. He even got a girlfriend!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TTCZkkTaCSI/AAAAAAAAB5M/TJYjWopMUX8/s1600/DSCF2227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TTCZkkTaCSI/AAAAAAAAB5M/TJYjWopMUX8/s200/DSCF2227.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just believe that Kyle is still young, perhaps he is really a loner and much prefer to be with his younger brother. I've had a long talk with Kyle's teachers and they even assumed that maybe I was quite emotional and oversensitive when I was still pregnant with him. I wonder if that could be psychologically true. Well,&amp;nbsp;maybe at that time I was still adjusting to being a new pregnant mom so my being sensitive might be a good reason. Oh gosh, I really don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Is there any child psychologist out there who can give me advice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-1073619522692665761?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/1073619522692665761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=1073619522692665761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/1073619522692665761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/1073619522692665761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2011/01/kyle-issues.html' title='kyle issues'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TTCMtnsENvI/AAAAAAAAB5I/zcqaBIea-Y8/s72-c/DSCF2212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-5714326571331139398</id><published>2011-01-12T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T20:37:00.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stencils</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TTuf4xCAO_I/AAAAAAAAB6g/T2xbe1TxkPs/s1600/DSCF2044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TTuf4xCAO_I/AAAAAAAAB6g/T2xbe1TxkPs/s320/DSCF2044.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TTugCT_XRKI/AAAAAAAAB6k/dQlSY6aXXDo/s1600/DSCF2089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TTugCT_XRKI/AAAAAAAAB6k/dQlSY6aXXDo/s320/DSCF2089.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TTuhjlRswFI/AAAAAAAAB6o/1s4N34KgmhM/s1600/DSCF2090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TTuhjlRswFI/AAAAAAAAB6o/1s4N34KgmhM/s320/DSCF2090.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-5714326571331139398?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/5714326571331139398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=5714326571331139398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/5714326571331139398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/5714326571331139398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2011/01/stencils.html' title='stencils'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TTuf4xCAO_I/AAAAAAAAB6g/T2xbe1TxkPs/s72-c/DSCF2044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-1676670094849015712</id><published>2011-01-09T00:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T05:27:05.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warcraft In Narnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TSl364EJilI/AAAAAAAAB4U/RhhruisLIzo/s1600/kingpeter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TSl364EJilI/AAAAAAAAB4U/RhhruisLIzo/s200/kingpeter.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I constantly relish my Weekend Restdays. Saturday means watching a marathon of movies with the whole family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we all gathered in front of our TV set and watched the whole Chronicles of Narnia movie series (all 3 of them) and had fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were watching Prince Caspian (Chronicles Part 2), during the scene when High King Peter shouted "For Aslan!" and all Narnians drew their weapons when the Knights of the Enemy King Miraz charged towards the battle, Kyle came up to his dad and said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: Daddy, that's Warcraft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Really? How come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: Dad, didn't you see the Warrior Knights and small people (dwarves) flying dragons? I have them in Level 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: That's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: {looking at me} Mommy, do you know that my Warlock can fight with Moving trees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I have no idea what you and daddy are talking about {rolls eyes}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, my son has already surpassed my knowledge about onling Role-PLaying games!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-1676670094849015712?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/1676670094849015712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=1676670094849015712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/1676670094849015712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/1676670094849015712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2011/01/warcraft-in-narnia.html' title='Warcraft In Narnia'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TSl364EJilI/AAAAAAAAB4U/RhhruisLIzo/s72-c/kingpeter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-1112788340366487725</id><published>2010-12-24T14:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T14:54:29.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TRUklNDpeuI/AAAAAAAAB3U/UddTsyaAa-o/s1600/ChristmasScrapbook2008-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TRUklNDpeuI/AAAAAAAAB3U/UddTsyaAa-o/s400/ChristmasScrapbook2008-4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-1112788340366487725?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/1112788340366487725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=1112788340366487725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/1112788340366487725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/1112788340366487725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TRUklNDpeuI/AAAAAAAAB3U/UddTsyaAa-o/s72-c/ChristmasScrapbook2008-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-4666771277322454849</id><published>2010-12-22T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T19:11:39.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bonding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TQ3EFsK6xSI/AAAAAAAAB2A/9DayjNT5Fmc/s1600/DSCF2010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TQ3EFsK6xSI/AAAAAAAAB2A/9DayjNT5Fmc/s200/DSCF2010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TQ3EGBPGBgI/AAAAAAAAB2I/Qwtsps53frk/s1600/DSCF2012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TQ3EGBPGBgI/AAAAAAAAB2I/Qwtsps53frk/s200/DSCF2012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TQ3EGfLri4I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/t882gFuN2wQ/s1600/DSCF2059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TQ3EGfLri4I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/t882gFuN2wQ/s200/DSCF2059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-4666771277322454849?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/4666771277322454849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=4666771277322454849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/4666771277322454849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/4666771277322454849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2011/01/bonding.html' title='bonding'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TQ3EFsK6xSI/AAAAAAAAB2A/9DayjNT5Fmc/s72-c/DSCF2010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-4640850163596039281</id><published>2010-12-21T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T14:09:05.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>early treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TREfWek6lWI/AAAAAAAAB2o/ERnH5TZ9BKQ/s1600/DSCF2007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TREfWek6lWI/AAAAAAAAB2o/ERnH5TZ9BKQ/s200/DSCF2007.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christmas is still 4 days away, but my kids already got loads of presents and are surely having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week before the big day, Kyle &amp;amp; Kian already ripped off their xmas gifts, even tho I clearly told them to wait for the 24th... so much for their excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TQ_X3UKqoRI/AAAAAAAAB2c/o9nWtGoKyeU/s1600/newbooks2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TQ_X3UKqoRI/AAAAAAAAB2c/o9nWtGoKyeU/s200/newbooks2.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got a pair of Ben 10 shoes for my two boys, their tito Jonas sent them piles of books to read (about Dinosaurs &amp;amp; bible stories) and my hubby bought them a new "house" for them to play with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;There are still other gifts from their&amp;nbsp;playfriends, from their&amp;nbsp;two aunts and from their grandma, but I hid them all away. I told them there will no more presents to open until Christmas.. and if they insists on opening them up early, I'll take away their shoes.. hahaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TREj8T0VP3I/AAAAAAAAB20/dQxuCnDE-Dc/s1600/newhaws.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TREj8T0VP3I/AAAAAAAAB20/dQxuCnDE-Dc/s200/newhaws.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TREik1R4mEI/AAAAAAAAB2s/p-dkM2VrGKE/s1600/newhawsboys3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TREik1R4mEI/AAAAAAAAB2s/p-dkM2VrGKE/s200/newhawsboys3.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-4640850163596039281?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/4640850163596039281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=4640850163596039281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/4640850163596039281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/4640850163596039281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/12/early-treats.html' title='early treats'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TREfWek6lWI/AAAAAAAAB2o/ERnH5TZ9BKQ/s72-c/DSCF2007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-6419257779066326159</id><published>2010-12-14T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T04:56:24.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the candy cane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TQi5-YIdmbI/AAAAAAAAB0M/WBzKBru4fLc/s1600/i2candy_cane.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TQi5-YIdmbI/AAAAAAAAB0M/WBzKBru4fLc/s200/i2candy_cane.png" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Candymaker in Indiana wanted to make a candy that would help us remember who Christmas is really about. So he made a Christmas Candy Cane. He incorporated several symbols for the birth, ministry, and death of Jesus Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He began with a stick of pure white, hard candy. White to symbolize the virgin birth and sinless nature of Jesus. Hard candy to symbolize the solid rock, the foundation of the Church, and firmness of the promises of God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The candymaker made the candy in the form of a "J" to represent the name of Jesus. It also represented the staff of the "Good Shepherd". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The candymaker then included red stripes. He used three small stripes and a large red stripe to represent the suffering Christ endured at the end of his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The candy became known as a Candy Cane - a decoration seen at Christmas time. The meaning has faded, but still gives joy to children young and old, whom Jesus loves and treasures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-6419257779066326159?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/6419257779066326159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=6419257779066326159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/6419257779066326159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/6419257779066326159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/12/candy-cane.html' title='the candy cane'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TQi5-YIdmbI/AAAAAAAAB0M/WBzKBru4fLc/s72-c/i2candy_cane.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-8319741439896656553</id><published>2010-12-12T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T14:43:16.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mga bagong gupit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TQVLQY2wKlI/AAAAAAAABz8/td84hKS5NJM/s1600/DSCF2211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TQVLQY2wKlI/AAAAAAAABz8/td84hKS5NJM/s320/DSCF2211.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TQVMB65Y3XI/AAAAAAAAB0A/Trvse2pPlyY/s1600/DSCF2231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TQVMB65Y3XI/AAAAAAAAB0A/Trvse2pPlyY/s320/DSCF2231.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-8319741439896656553?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/8319741439896656553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=8319741439896656553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/8319741439896656553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/8319741439896656553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/12/mga-bagong-gupit.html' title='mga bagong gupit'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TQVLQY2wKlI/AAAAAAAABz8/td84hKS5NJM/s72-c/DSCF2211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-8195713981919586376</id><published>2010-12-10T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T16:30:01.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my xmas bundles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TQLERjl9qHI/AAAAAAAABzk/-LJhEpBQfHU/s1600/DSCF2006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TQLERjl9qHI/AAAAAAAABzk/-LJhEpBQfHU/s400/DSCF2006.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TQLEfSB3eCI/AAAAAAAABzo/-uB6M2biy18/s1600/DSCF2007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TQLEfSB3eCI/AAAAAAAABzo/-uB6M2biy18/s400/DSCF2007.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TQLFF10nO9I/AAAAAAAABzs/IHm4kr0vpsA/s1600/DSCF2013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TPVtliailLI/AAAAAAAABxs/1htOdUps9rE/s1600/DSCF0077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TPVtliailLI/AAAAAAAABxs/1htOdUps9rE/s400/DSCF0077.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's the first day of December..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air is getting colder and colder everyday.. my kids have been bugging me about gifts already.. Just last night, when I gave them 5 pieces of chocolate each and had dinner with a bucket of fried chicken and a cold pitcher of Coke, Kian exclaimed, "Mommy, Pasko na ba? Merry Christmas!" hahahaha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-7873920326721351287?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/7873920326721351287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=7873920326721351287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/7873920326721351287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/7873920326721351287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/11/namamasko-po.html' title='namamasko po!'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TPVtliailLI/AAAAAAAABxs/1htOdUps9rE/s72-c/DSCF0077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-1676328960409926491</id><published>2010-11-28T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T13:47:08.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sweet boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Early this morning, I received sweet kisses from my two little kids after they greeted me, "Good Morning".. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TPGRcCqN4BI/AAAAAAAABxk/Yes3-Ozq3bg/s1600/icecream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TPGRcCqN4BI/AAAAAAAABxk/Yes3-Ozq3bg/s320/icecream.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then i told Kyle, "&lt;i&gt;Hi baby, you're so gwapo, bakit ang gwapo mo&lt;/i&gt;?" Kyle answered, "&lt;i&gt;Kasi ang ganda mo..&lt;/i&gt;"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-size: small;"&gt;aww..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-size: small;"&gt;when I told Kian, &lt;i&gt;"Kian, you're so pogi, bakit ang pogi mo?"&lt;/i&gt; Kian answered, &lt;i&gt;"kasi I love you"..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-size: small;"&gt;awwww...&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;my kids are the best! i don't blame the icre cream for too much sweetness. they're really sweet right from the moment i gave birth to them.. i guess they got the attitude from their father :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-1676328960409926491?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/1676328960409926491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=1676328960409926491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/1676328960409926491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/1676328960409926491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-sweet-boys.html' title='my sweet boys'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TPGRcCqN4BI/AAAAAAAABxk/Yes3-Ozq3bg/s72-c/icecream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-841812469697342631</id><published>2010-11-03T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:24:40.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chooks-kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TNHe7PLku_I/AAAAAAAABxM/sBfr5k_oYk8/s1600/DSCF2811.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TNHe7PLku_I/AAAAAAAABxM/sBfr5k_oYk8/s200/DSCF2811.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet the newest endorser of Chooks! Kian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought two Chooks-to-Go the other day and placed it on top of our table. I just went to the kitchen to get a plate, but when I came back, the other plastic containing Chooks chicken was gone. I went to the living room and I saw Kian munching on two chicken legs on each hand, sprawling his legs on the floor, with the Chooks plastic in front of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a sight!! Kian really loves Chooks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. this is not a paid advertisement! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-841812469697342631?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/841812469697342631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=841812469697342631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/841812469697342631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/841812469697342631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/11/chooks-kid.html' title='chooks-kid'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TNHe7PLku_I/AAAAAAAABxM/sBfr5k_oYk8/s72-c/DSCF2811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-2743824700653867174</id><published>2010-10-23T04:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T04:43:29.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a plane!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TMI9IoTSUXI/AAAAAAAABwU/p5LMbPrY9cs/s1600/kylepoints.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TMI9IoTSUXI/AAAAAAAABwU/p5LMbPrY9cs/s200/kylepoints.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TMI9My3NH2I/AAAAAAAABwY/iUvestNAFU0/s1600/airplane.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TMI9My3NH2I/AAAAAAAABwY/iUvestNAFU0/s200/airplane.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;one fine morning, a plane zoomed across the sky. Kyle points at it and said, "Look mommy, it's an airplane. my Tito Jonas is there." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kian said, "Hi Tito Jonas, i miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi bro, we all miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-2743824700653867174?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/2743824700653867174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=2743824700653867174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/2743824700653867174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/2743824700653867174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-plane.html' title='it&apos;s a plane!'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TMI9IoTSUXI/AAAAAAAABwU/p5LMbPrY9cs/s72-c/kylepoints.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-3103495374914590211</id><published>2010-10-14T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T04:45:01.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>phineas &amp; ferb</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TLYqbChcxaI/AAAAAAAABvs/jmi-XR3FkLE/s1600/Phineas_and_Ferb_logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="162" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TLYqbChcxaI/AAAAAAAABvs/jmi-XR3FkLE/s200/Phineas_and_Ferb_logo.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Phineas and Ferb is an American animated television comedy series. The series follows two kindhearted suburban stepbrothers&amp;nbsp;Phineas Flynn and Ferb Fletcher, who live in the wacky town of Danville, California. Each day the boys embark on some grand new project, which annoys their controlling sister, Candace, who tries to bust them and usually calls their mother, Linda Flynn&amp;nbsp;to report the boys' activities, although she is never successful in "busting" her brothers. Meanwhile, the boys' pet platypus, Perry, acts as a secret agent for an all-animal government organizationcalled the "O.W.C.A." (Organization Without a Cool Acronym), fighting Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz, who was later revealed to be Linda's ex-boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TLYqhdI_PmI/AAAAAAAABvw/mFEOjUK1qKk/s1600/Rollercoaster_PaF.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TLYqhdI_PmI/AAAAAAAABvw/mFEOjUK1qKk/s200/Rollercoaster_PaF.png" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This kiddie show is great! My kids have fun watching step brothers Phineas &amp;amp; Ferb invent a lot of impossible yet semi-useful contraptions &amp;amp; projects, which their older sister Candace never managed to succesully show to their mom.. I bought a CD of this Disney series and fell in love with its first episode - The Rollercoaster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dragoart.com/tuts/pics/5/2148/how-to-draw-isabella-from-phineas-and-ferb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="200" src="http://www.dragoart.com/tuts/pics/5/2148/how-to-draw-isabella-from-phineas-and-ferb.jpg" width="151" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like it because it's not really a harsh/violent kiddie show (compared to Tom &amp;amp; Jerry where the two constantly fight) and it's got lots of musical numbers - which my kids love since they love singing and dancing too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;another character i love is Isabella, Phineas' secret admirer, who uses the catchphrase, "Whatcha doin?" Isabella is the leader of the Fireside Girls troop 46231. She uses the troop's and her own skills to help Phineas and Ferb in their projects. Isabella is so cute! my oldest son Kyle already has a crush on her :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;so kids, have fun watching this show, you'll definitely love this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-3103495374914590211?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/3103495374914590211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=3103495374914590211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/3103495374914590211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/3103495374914590211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/10/phineas-ferb.html' title='phineas &amp; ferb'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TLYqbChcxaI/AAAAAAAABvs/jmi-XR3FkLE/s72-c/Phineas_and_Ferb_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-4168479150603682166</id><published>2010-10-10T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T07:00:43.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beke?</title><content type='html'>my little kyle is crying kasi sobra sakit ngipin, namamaga right face nya, parang may beke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; :( get well soon baby...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-4168479150603682166?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/4168479150603682166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=4168479150603682166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/4168479150603682166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/4168479150603682166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/10/beke.html' title='beke?'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-7686746376130336407</id><published>2010-09-27T01:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T01:37:49.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyle's Report Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TKBXKnTW0HI/AAAAAAAABuc/fwoBxJC_fzA/s320/IMG0581A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TKBXLQBCFhI/AAAAAAAABug/PP1wfxzyr8Q/s1600/IMG0582A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TKBXLQBCFhI/AAAAAAAABug/PP1wfxzyr8Q/s320/IMG0582A.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're so proud of you Kyle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-7686746376130336407?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/7686746376130336407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=7686746376130336407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/7686746376130336407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/7686746376130336407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/09/kyles-report-card.html' title='Kyle&apos;s Report Card'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TKBXIBRe1uI/AAAAAAAABuU/JtJ31_ppDOM/s72-c/IMG0578A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-7720432777010473711</id><published>2010-09-24T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T07:14:27.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bullies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TJyyEzywzgI/AAAAAAAABuM/3rbr5cLiKic/s1600/DSCF0029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TJyyEzywzgI/AAAAAAAABuM/3rbr5cLiKic/s320/DSCF0029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This morning, i attended my son's monthly Parents-Teacher meeting to get his report card and take note of Kyle's first periodical evaluation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle's doing well in school, but i've learned that he's starting to bully his closest friend, Reyster, whom he fondly calls Reyster Rooster (tsk! tsk, so bad!) Their teachers said, both of them are doing good in class, except when it comes to recess time, Reyster would get Kyle's baon, and then my son would "pingot" or hold Reyster's ears until they fight.. ahhh.. but when they are dismissed from classes, they would go out and pat each other's back, like nothing happened... hahaha! pesky little kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-7720432777010473711?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/7720432777010473711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=7720432777010473711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/7720432777010473711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/7720432777010473711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/09/bullies.html' title='bullies...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TJyyEzywzgI/AAAAAAAABuM/3rbr5cLiKic/s72-c/DSCF0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-89986881248075054</id><published>2010-09-04T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T22:27:09.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jingle Bells</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6652b1fd7ebf942d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6652b1fd7ebf942d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330249200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18B9E464A77AA8C68DAFB0D155D166BD8B8954ED.41629EDAF079179A8B02BF6B7952E39D61754D5D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6652b1fd7ebf942d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAvJRquskRToWFwKL9Ex4AkEToSU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6652b1fd7ebf942d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330249200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18B9E464A77AA8C68DAFB0D155D166BD8B8954ED.41629EDAF079179A8B02BF6B7952E39D61754D5D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6652b1fd7ebf942d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAvJRquskRToWFwKL9Ex4AkEToSU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;here's Kian already singing an early Christmas song that he composed... I&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bells, Jingle bells, jingle on the way,&lt;br /&gt;alwayss fun, electric fan, kawali at kalan, hey!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-89986881248075054?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/89986881248075054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=89986881248075054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/89986881248075054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/89986881248075054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/09/jingle-bells.html' title='Jingle Bells'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-7599644448840202594</id><published>2010-08-24T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T07:11:18.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>playtime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyle &amp;amp; Kian playing ball last Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/THPSm9kbmyI/AAAAAAAABhg/HWKubXuSrjc/s1600/IMG0528A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/THPSm9kbmyI/AAAAAAAABhg/HWKubXuSrjc/s320/IMG0528A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/THPSNCFnSPI/AAAAAAAABhA/e0gT25r1OFQ/s1600/IMG0519A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/THPSNCFnSPI/AAAAAAAABhA/e0gT25r1OFQ/s320/IMG0519A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Kian got their little blankets from their room and asked me to wrap these pieces of cloth around their necks.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after seeing their makeshift capes, Kyle said, "&lt;em&gt;Now i'm Superman &amp; Kian is Batman! Let's go Superfriends!!" &lt;/em&gt;ang kukuleet!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-7674859301593632168?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/7674859301593632168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=7674859301593632168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/7674859301593632168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/7674859301593632168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/08/super-brothers.html' title='super brothers'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-5457058344685642645</id><published>2010-08-16T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T15:03:53.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stars in my eyes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TGsHES6lvPI/AAAAAAAABew/C1YlWogW9hc/s1600/IMG0406A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506502739769015538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TGsHES6lvPI/AAAAAAAABew/C1YlWogW9hc/s200/IMG0406A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever my son, Kyle got stars from school, he makes sure i could see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday he waited for me to come home early so he can show the stars. however, i got home late last night, so i wasn't able to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before i went home yesterday, while holding his left arm, kyle asked my mom, &lt;em&gt;"Bkit wala pa po si Mommy? ang tagal naman nya, mabubura na yung stars sa arms ko.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww.. so sweet.. orry my little one, Mommy got stuck at traffic and heavy rains last night kaya di ako nakauwi agad.. promise, i'll go home early everyday.. mwahhh &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-5457058344685642645?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/5457058344685642645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=5457058344685642645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/5457058344685642645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/5457058344685642645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/08/stars-in-my-eyes.html' title='stars in my eyes...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TGsHES6lvPI/AAAAAAAABew/C1YlWogW9hc/s72-c/IMG0406A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-8082933913088052607</id><published>2010-08-04T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T06:08:11.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exam results: great :)</title><content type='html'>Kyle's recent exams at school proved that he is indeed a grown-up school boy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got the results of hi test papers yesterday and i was more than impressed! for the three subjects, he only got 3 mistakes out of the overall 100 points.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cograts Kyle! i always knew you were a bright kid :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-8082933913088052607?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/8082933913088052607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=8082933913088052607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/8082933913088052607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/8082933913088052607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/08/exam-results-great.html' title='exam results: great :)'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-3055273960668610105</id><published>2010-08-01T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T14:16:37.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>playmates...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TFXjteqXj6I/AAAAAAAABa4/ryZ_cvPkQbs/s1600/DSCF2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500552890367315874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TFXjteqXj6I/AAAAAAAABa4/ryZ_cvPkQbs/s200/DSCF2006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-3055273960668610105?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/3055273960668610105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=3055273960668610105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/3055273960668610105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/3055273960668610105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/08/playmates.html' title='playmates...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TFXjteqXj6I/AAAAAAAABa4/ryZ_cvPkQbs/s72-c/DSCF2006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-580949455926286012</id><published>2010-07-29T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T05:22:03.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exam week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TFB_eEJE8dI/AAAAAAAABZE/9xMoEjipIJw/s1600/ben10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499035299503993298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TFB_eEJE8dI/AAAAAAAABZE/9xMoEjipIJw/s200/ben10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's my kid's mid-periodical exam at school.. he asked me if he will be rewarded sometime soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm.. i told him, if he passed his tests, i'm gonna give him more Stars on his arm &amp;amp; buy that Ben10 watch he had always wished for!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodluck kiddo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-580949455926286012?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/580949455926286012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=580949455926286012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/580949455926286012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/580949455926286012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/07/exam-week.html' title='exam week'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TFB_eEJE8dI/AAAAAAAABZE/9xMoEjipIJw/s72-c/ben10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-2593222142930114702</id><published>2010-07-18T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T14:43:19.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my new haircut..</title><content type='html'>Mom had my hair trimmed last week - for our photoshoot at  school - for our I.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look cute or what? Dad said i became more GWAPO with my new look :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TEN0wpuznbI/AAAAAAAABV4/iiV5KeZBeus/s1600/DSCF2003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495364349506854322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TEN0wpuznbI/AAAAAAAABV4/iiV5KeZBeus/s320/DSCF2003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495364353674278738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TEN0w5QZd1I/AAAAAAAABWA/Mds-hCLqpbA/s320/DSCF2001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;that's me with my bestfriend-brother-batman, Miko aka Kian Micael. we're good-looking peeps, aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-2593222142930114702?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/2593222142930114702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=2593222142930114702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/2593222142930114702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/2593222142930114702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-new-haircut.html' title='my new haircut..'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TEN0wpuznbI/AAAAAAAABV4/iiV5KeZBeus/s72-c/DSCF2003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-8088323986575203330</id><published>2010-07-07T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T14:43:55.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kyle's pics at school...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TDT-fyhzLiI/AAAAAAAABTA/-ziqkkdunW4/s1600/DSCF0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491293667764416034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TDT-fyhzLiI/AAAAAAAABTA/-ziqkkdunW4/s200/DSCF0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's my little boy, beaming on his way to school :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was a little shy at first.. he opted to sit at the back because he didn't know anyone else..but as time went by, he gained new aquaintances and loved the idea of being in school everyday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TDT9i5Ut40I/AAAAAAAABS4/kRJqhyyH-UM/s1600/DSCF0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491292621616571202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TDT9i5Ut40I/AAAAAAAABS4/kRJqhyyH-UM/s200/DSCF0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TDT9ib7PukI/AAAAAAAABSw/yGJDSw9HjKU/s1600/DSCF0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lookie here!! he's got 3 stars for Excellent!! brave big boy.. i'm proud of you Kyle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TDT9hsBH_JI/AAAAAAAABSo/qJNlTT5vDl8/s1600/DSCF0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491292600864865426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TDT9hsBH_JI/AAAAAAAABSo/qJNlTT5vDl8/s200/DSCF0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-8088323986575203330?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/8088323986575203330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=8088323986575203330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/8088323986575203330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/8088323986575203330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/07/kyles-pics-at-school.html' title='kyle&apos;s pics at school...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TDT-fyhzLiI/AAAAAAAABTA/-ziqkkdunW4/s72-c/DSCF0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-1851721057793891032</id><published>2010-06-25T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T05:47:42.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>big boy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Mommy, don't worry, I'm a big boy na... kaya ko na po to....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;these are my son's comforting words when i dropped him off to school this morning..&lt;br /&gt;words of courage &amp;amp; determination.. truly, he has grown up :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-1851721057793891032?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/1851721057793891032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=1851721057793891032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/1851721057793891032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/1851721057793891032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/06/big-boy.html' title='big boy..'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-4171824957043725143</id><published>2010-06-16T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T05:46:47.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kyle's 1st day in school</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;my little kid is now a big boy! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is Kyle's first day at school and i was immensely impressed with him! just when i thought he'd scream and run away after seeing a roomful of kids hovering with their moms/dads, my brave boy was on his best behavior while seated at the corner&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;well... almost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i told him that parents are not allowed inside the classroom, he nodded his head and kept his demeanor intact (and head low). i knew he would be looking for me when i stepped out, so i immediately &lt;strong&gt;ran to the window nearest to his seat&lt;/strong&gt; and encouraged him with two thumbs-up when i saw him.. he showed me a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;toothless grin and raised his thumb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when he finally looked up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day started with the kids praying for the guidance of their Angels. then they were asked to stand up to sing the National Anthem. i heard my little tyke say, &lt;em&gt;"i don't know that Bayang Magiliw"&lt;/em&gt; and his teacher said,&lt;em&gt; "it's ok, kids, you're just going to listen to the tape that we are going to play"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when Teacher Lolita told them to stand &amp;amp; sing, he stood up &amp;amp; placed his hand on his chest and pretended to know the lyrics.. proudly Filipino! hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which, they all sang Twinkle-Twinkle Little Star &amp;amp; Ako Ay May Lobo, but my kid grew weary when his teacher saw him loooking everywhere but her. &lt;strong&gt;this started the tantrums!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle actually doesn't want getting reprimanded with his actions, so when Teacher Lolita caught his attention &amp;amp; told him&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; to face her, he slumped down on his seat, head bowed down, covered his ears and didn't sing anymore.. the other kids also sat down while the others cried when they didn't see their guardians.. &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;oh, i saw another kid opening her bag and took out her Chuckie instead of singing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but after a while, when everything was settled, the kids participated again after Teacher Lolita asked them to &lt;strong&gt;count from One -to-Ten and identify "colors&lt;/strong&gt;".. my boy, although still a little agitated, raised his head and voice when he counted 1-10 &amp;amp; when he know the color being asked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was actually thought of a bit "mayabang" by his classmates when he pronounced the word Blue as &lt;strong&gt;"blew"&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; Orange as "&lt;strong&gt;Orenj&lt;/strong&gt;" &amp;amp; the number 2 as "&lt;strong&gt;Chew&lt;/strong&gt;" - with the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American-Twang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... (well, that's what he gets for watching English Cartoons - he could easily pick up their accents). anyway, i was glad he was able participate in the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my favorite subject finally &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;started... &lt;strong&gt;RECESS&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; by the window, i told Kyle to zip up his bag so he can get his snacks &amp;amp; water tumbler. i thought he would still ask for help in ripping his foiled chocolate bar, but i was proud when he opened it by himself &amp;amp; even offered some to his front seat-mate, Aimee, a rotund girl with a sweet smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he got pissed off again when his teacher saw the foil-pack (of the choco-bar) lying at his feet. Teacher Lolita said, "&lt;em&gt;you should put this on the trash can&lt;/em&gt;" but my kid was embarassed so he didn't talk to her or to anyone else again.. it's when they were about to go home when he sneaked behind the window and whispered to me, &lt;em&gt;"Mommy, i wanna go home na, my teacher doesn't like me"..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told him to behave so that they can go home earlier.. thankfully, he obliged and in a matter of time, they all fell in line &amp;amp; waited for their moms to pick them. my son sighed heavily with relief when we finally got out. then he lamented loudly, "&lt;em&gt;Mommy, are we going back tomorrow? I don't like school, di pala masaya..." &lt;/em&gt;LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's how Kyle was on his first day at school... for me, it may have been a little flawed, but overall, it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;EXCITING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-4171824957043725143?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/4171824957043725143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=4171824957043725143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/4171824957043725143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/4171824957043725143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/06/kyles-1st-day-in-school.html' title='kyle&apos;s 1st day in school'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-5683705277560856893</id><published>2010-06-11T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T05:43:13.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first time schooler...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TBK_nKOj5MI/AAAAAAAABRQ/SvqIpVNLBtA/s1600/my-first-day-of-school-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481654375944545474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TBK_nKOj5MI/AAAAAAAABRQ/SvqIpVNLBtA/s200/my-first-day-of-school-0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;my son, Kyle is gonna be a school kid in 4 days! yes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday marks the first day of school and my little boy is sooo excited! he's tried out his schol uniforms and checks his bag every now and then, making certain that his books, papers &amp;amp; pencils are in place..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm excited to go with him too..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahhh... motherhood is kicking in again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-5683705277560856893?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/5683705277560856893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=5683705277560856893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/5683705277560856893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/5683705277560856893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-time-schooler.html' title='first time schooler...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TBK_nKOj5MI/AAAAAAAABRQ/SvqIpVNLBtA/s72-c/my-first-day-of-school-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-4052383438206053472</id><published>2010-05-17T12:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T05:40:49.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the last Airbender</title><content type='html'>something to look forward to this July.. the whole family loves Aang!! we can't wait to catch him on the big screen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.thelastairbendermovie.com/assets/sections/downloads/widget/tla_300x250_countdown.swf"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.thelastairbendermovie.com/assets/sections/downloads/widget/tla_300x250_countdown.swf" width="300" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? kyle named us already - "us" meaning we the family members..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle is Sokka, Kian is Aang, I am Katara and Daddy is Zuko... astig :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-4052383438206053472?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/4052383438206053472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=4052383438206053472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/4052383438206053472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/4052383438206053472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-airbender.html' title='the last Airbender'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-5285788977950586881</id><published>2010-03-21T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T05:41:51.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TBLGQEjrCWI/AAAAAAAABRY/OERXfm1bQ4A/s1600/3pogi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481661675866884450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TBLGQEjrCWI/AAAAAAAABRY/OERXfm1bQ4A/s400/3pogi.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-5285788977950586881?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/5285788977950586881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=5285788977950586881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/5285788977950586881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/5285788977950586881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/03/3-men.html' title='3 men'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TBLGQEjrCWI/AAAAAAAABRY/OERXfm1bQ4A/s72-c/3pogi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-6466296614332537980</id><published>2010-02-10T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T05:36:41.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>naruto adiks!</title><content type='html'>last saturday, hubby and i watched Naruto season 1.. the first ever se&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/S3ZkY3YTZzI/AAAAAAAABPw/CSYIZzQTSf4/s1600-h/naruto_19_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437643978441975602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/S3ZkY3YTZzI/AAAAAAAABPw/CSYIZzQTSf4/s200/naruto_19_800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ason, when Naruto and the others were still kids and were still training under sensei Kakashi.. my son, Kyle decided to have a role-playing game with us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was how it went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: Mommy, let's play Naruto! you call me Naruto ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure Naruto... how about Kian, who is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: Kian? hmmm sya na lang si Gaara, we're going to fight... Ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kian: yehey, ako si Gaara!! HiiiiYa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, ikaw si Gaara, Kian.. and you are Naruto, kyle ha.. basta do not hurt your brother ha.. kunwari lang fight-fight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kian: OK Mommy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, Naruto, how about Daddy, sino sya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: hmm, si Daddy ay si Sasuke, mommy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I see.. if daddy is Sasuke, eh di, ako si Sakura?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: No mommy.. you're not Sakura... ikaw si Sunade..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: bkit si Sunade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: kasi ikaw si Tandang Sunade.. di ba matanda ka na Mommy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOINKS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-6466296614332537980?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/6466296614332537980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=6466296614332537980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/6466296614332537980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/6466296614332537980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/02/naruto-adiks.html' title='naruto adiks!'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/S3ZkY3YTZzI/AAAAAAAABPw/CSYIZzQTSf4/s72-c/naruto_19_800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-2116711187061027635</id><published>2010-01-03T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T06:08:33.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my big boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TEGpIYH6oiI/AAAAAAAABUw/2LilKv0PqQo/s1600/IMG0469A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494858981748417058" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TEGlZbd8qXI/AAAAAAAABTw/0d56OF586n4/s200/DSCF0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TEGlZD0e5fI/AAAAAAAABTo/pbWAEIvHBOU/s1600/DSCF0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494854870309463538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TEGlZD0e5fI/AAAAAAAABTo/pbWAEIvHBOU/s200/DSCF0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-7231228539281442927?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/7231228539281442927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=7231228539281442927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/7231228539281442927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/7231228539281442927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-lil-xmas-elf.html' title='my li&apos;l xmas elf...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TEGlaiZmOQI/AAAAAAAABUI/ajV_s9dkiIc/s72-c/DSCF0073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-3361717844583161033</id><published>2009-12-28T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T05:30:48.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>b-day boi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;weee!!! my angel just turned 3!! &lt;p&gt; to my supercute bunso, i love you so much!! happy birthday Kian!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SzuxYUgcsfI/AAAAAAAABOs/xpOklLsN3Fw/s1600-h/DSCF0072+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SzuxYUgcsfI/AAAAAAAABOs/xpOklLsN3Fw/s320/DSCF0072+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421121607850308082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SzuxX0DCkrI/AAAAAAAABOk/JU13saqB_4g/s1600-h/happy_birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SzuxX0DCkrI/AAAAAAAABOk/JU13saqB_4g/s320/happy_birthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421121599137026738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-3361717844583161033?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/3361717844583161033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=3361717844583161033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/3361717844583161033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/3361717844583161033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/12/b-day-boi.html' title='b-day boi!'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SzuxYUgcsfI/AAAAAAAABOs/xpOklLsN3Fw/s72-c/DSCF0072+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-8680455817244553704</id><published>2009-12-17T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T05:28:58.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>merry xmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SzQ4AkOlaaI/AAAAAAAABNs/tcNuNpakxic/s1600-h/cake-santa-claus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419017834009553314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SzQ4AkOlaaI/AAAAAAAABNs/tcNuNpakxic/s400/cake-santa-claus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa gave lots of gifts this year.. my kids were delighted to receive the toys Santa sent.. Thanks so much Santa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a very Merry Christmas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from SANTOS FAMILY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marc &amp;amp; Claire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyle &amp;amp; Kian &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419018788508377138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SzQ44IA1oDI/AAAAAAAABN0/zmDVthaaj8g/s400/sm10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-8680455817244553704?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/8680455817244553704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=8680455817244553704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/8680455817244553704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/8680455817244553704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-xmas.html' title='merry xmas!'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SzQ4AkOlaaI/AAAAAAAABNs/tcNuNpakxic/s72-c/cake-santa-claus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-217180535332437833</id><published>2009-12-10T06:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T06:06:28.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kulitang kyle &amp; kian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SyD_cp1Jd7I/AAAAAAAABM8/TrDs9uwpzU4/s1600-h/DSCF0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413607619829528498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SyD_cp1Jd7I/AAAAAAAABM8/TrDs9uwpzU4/s320/DSCF0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Kommercial king Kian-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i got home last night after our gurls' nite-out, Kian greeted me by the door and whispered "tulog na po si Kuya Kyle, don't be noisy, Mommy ha."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i silently removed my shoes, kissed his cheeks &amp;amp; went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.. when i opened our ref, i noticed a bottle of The Bar on the beverage tray &amp;amp; Kian saw it too.. suddenly, he pointed the bottle and said, "Mommy, I Love The Bar!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i screamed, "what?!" and Kian again said, "ssshhh... mommy.. di ba sa tv, sabi nila, I love the Bar!! mommy, i love the Bar!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah-nye-nye!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- - - - - -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kobra!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;early this morning naman, my kids and I were watching "Go, Diego, Go!" on dvd, when animal rescuer Diego (Dora's cousin) told the difference about the snakes species, Anaconda &amp;amp; the Cobra.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i asked Kyle if he knew something about snakes.. he said, yes... then i asked him if he was afraid of Anaconda.. Kyle said, "yes, mommy, i'm afraid of Anaconda.. kasi it's so big!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i asked again, "eh, how about the cobra?" Kyle smiled and said, "Mommy, i like Cobra!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bewildered, i asked again my little kid, why... Kyle simply said, "kasi iniinom lang namin ni Daddy yun eh... yung Cobra Energy Drink!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah-nye-nye!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-217180535332437833?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/217180535332437833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=217180535332437833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/217180535332437833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/217180535332437833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/12/kulitang-kyle-kian.html' title='kulitang kyle &amp; kian'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SyD_cp1Jd7I/AAAAAAAABM8/TrDs9uwpzU4/s72-c/DSCF0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-8430277842007963328</id><published>2009-10-30T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:21:39.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>best friends.. forever...</title><content type='html'>one lazy Saturday .... Kyle &amp;amp; Kian... went out of the house... to feel the afternoon breeze... and let everyone know... that they are the best of friends... forever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SuvH3lut4iI/AAAAAAAABMI/H82E5OUGWs0/s1600-h/IMG0428A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398628336168460834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SuvH3lut4iI/AAAAAAAABMI/H82E5OUGWs0/s320/IMG0428A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SuvH3qInHGI/AAAAAAAABMA/xOSy-0GziUk/s1600-h/IMG0427A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398628337350810722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SuvH3qInHGI/AAAAAAAABMA/xOSy-0GziUk/s320/IMG0427A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SuvH3TUgAjI/AAAAAAAABL4/-s7rwShtG10/s1600-h/IMG0419A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398628331226661426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SuvH3TUgAjI/AAAAAAAABL4/-s7rwShtG10/s320/IMG0419A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SuvH3FKJdzI/AAAAAAAABLw/wh1KwyfZkls/s1600-h/IMG0418A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398628327425144626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SuvH3FKJdzI/AAAAAAAABLw/wh1KwyfZkls/s320/IMG0418A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SuvH2wyQc6I/AAAAAAAABLo/km5Ewu3wgqM/s1600-h/IMG0416A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398628321956230050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SuvH2wyQc6I/AAAAAAAABLo/km5Ewu3wgqM/s320/IMG0416A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-8430277842007963328?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/8430277842007963328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=8430277842007963328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/8430277842007963328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/8430277842007963328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/10/best-friends-forever.html' title='best friends.. forever...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SuvH3lut4iI/AAAAAAAABMI/H82E5OUGWs0/s72-c/IMG0428A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-860339610382075445</id><published>2009-09-30T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:43:13.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recent family bonding moments...</title><content type='html'>- - - posted by Mommy Claire Ganda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SsJ6M5TMyVI/AAAAAAAABK4/Hgob_9vLXio/s1600-h/kyle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387002466246904146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SsJ6M5TMyVI/AAAAAAAABK4/Hgob_9vLXio/s320/kyle1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SsJ6MfHnHLI/AAAAAAAABKw/w-YM1f05QPs/s1600-h/kian3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387002459218975922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SsJ6MfHnHLI/AAAAAAAABKw/w-YM1f05QPs/s320/kian3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SsJ6MEAODTI/AAAAAAAABKo/ePfvfdJuMeo/s1600-h/kian2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387002451940216114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SsJ6MEAODTI/AAAAAAAABKo/ePfvfdJuMeo/s320/kian2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SsJ6LiqxddI/AAAAAAAABKg/X0dduClR7wM/s1600-h/kian1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387002442991891922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SsJ6LiqxddI/AAAAAAAABKg/X0dduClR7wM/s320/kian1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SsJ6LYwOb6I/AAAAAAAABKY/SkV2yzHpSCQ/s1600-h/kyeswim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387002440330407842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SsJ6LYwOb6I/AAAAAAAABKY/SkV2yzHpSCQ/s320/kyeswim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken during our company's recent team building at Villa Antonina @SanFernando, Pampanga last Saturday.. i brought my kiddies along since my team mates insisted on seeing them.. i'm glad because they volunteered as baby-sitters.. . hehehe.. after our swimming expedition, the team went to the comforts of our homes at 12 noon... as typhoon Ondoy began striking an hour later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-860339610382075445?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/860339610382075445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=860339610382075445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/860339610382075445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/860339610382075445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/09/recent-family-bonding-moments.html' title='recent family bonding moments...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SsJ6M5TMyVI/AAAAAAAABK4/Hgob_9vLXio/s72-c/kyle1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-2623228759517514712</id><published>2009-07-23T02:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T02:42:33.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drama prince</title><content type='html'>kagabi lang, sa isang matinding eksena sa pagitan ni Mayor Enrique &amp; Santino sa May Bukas Pa (teleserye), napansin kong maluha-luha ang aking bunsong si Kian.. akala ko ay may dinaramdam sya... pero nung pinakita na yung scene na umiiyak si Santino matapos pagsabihan ni Mayor Enrique, nabigla na lang kming lahat ng umiyak na rin nang malakas ang aking bunso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"waaaahhh!!!!"&lt;/em&gt; hiyaw ni Kian... tinanong ko ang aking anak kung napano sya.. mangiyak-ngiyak nyang tinuro ang TV namin at sinabi nyang, &lt;em&gt;"Mommy, galit Mayor! huhuh.. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inalo ko ang aking anak at sinabi kong hindi naman sya ang pinapagalitan ni Mayor duns a TV, kundi si Santino... pero umiyak pa rin ang aking bunso at umiling-uling.. &lt;em&gt;"Mommy, iyak din Santino, friend ko sya eh...ayaw ko sya iyak..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nabigla ako sa tinuran nya at napatawa na lamang kaming mag-asawa.. pilit kong pinaintindi sa kanya na sa TV lang yun at di sya dapat maapektuhan.. ganun din ang ginawa ng panganay ko.. inakbayan ni Kyle si Kian at sinabi nito, &lt;em&gt;"Dont Cry na..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaayyy.... ang bilis tumulo ng luha ng aking bunso... ang lakas talaga ng impluwensya ng telebisyon sa mga kabataan ngayon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napapaisip tuloy ako....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano kaya kung mag-artista ang anak ko sa paglaki nya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahehehe... aprub!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-2623228759517514712?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/2623228759517514712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=2623228759517514712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/2623228759517514712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/2623228759517514712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/07/drama-prince.html' title='drama prince'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-108315942222671213</id><published>2009-07-20T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T02:41:50.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not yet, Mom...</title><content type='html'>two nights ago, i was talking to my little boy, Kyle and asked him if he wants to have a baby sister.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said, "Sister?.. Baby? .. parang si Kyla?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told him, "Yes.. para meron na tayong little girl.. You and Kian will take care of her.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said again..."sister? girl?".. i nodded "Yes" again.. this time, he shook his head and said...""mommy, ayoko ng sister.. gusto ko si Kian lang..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked him again..."hmm, kyle, what if Mommy likes a baby girl? Paano kung meron na baby girl sa tummy ni Mommy?".. i just told him that to see his reaction - but FYI, i'm not pregnant... hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when i told him about having a baby girl inside my tummy, he put his head and hand on my belly and said, "Hey baby girl.. wag kang lalabas dyan ha.. ang kapatid ko si Kian lang..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh!!! this only means one thing... Kyle doesn't me to get pregnant again... ahehehehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well... maybe in the future, my little boys might change their minds... after all, they're still very young... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try asking them again next time... maybe after 3 years.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-108315942222671213?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/108315942222671213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=108315942222671213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/108315942222671213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/108315942222671213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-yet-mom.html' title='not yet, Mom...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-8519116090985581677</id><published>2009-05-18T01:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:53:28.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when i grow up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/ShEPyaMYc_I/AAAAAAAABIY/oxFguKbDkwY/s1600-h/dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337064392109880306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/ShEPyaMYc_I/AAAAAAAABIY/oxFguKbDkwY/s200/dreams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Friday night i had a small one-on-one talk with my kiddo, Kyle... yes, he's just 3 years old but apparently, he already have plans for his future..i asked him random questions and he anwered me as if he already knew what lies ahead of him.. &lt;p&gt;the biggest surprise of all is when i asked him what he wants to be when he grows up.. this was how our conversation went: &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Kyle, anong gusto mo maging paglaki mo?&lt;br&gt;Kyle: Mommy, i want to be a Doctor!&lt;br&gt;Me: oh really? bakit naman doctor..&lt;br&gt;Kyle: kasi mommy, yung maysakit, kelangan nyang gumaling...para di na sya sick..&lt;br&gt;Me: wow, ang bait naman ng baby ko...&lt;br&gt;Kyle: Mommy, gusto ko pa isa!&lt;br&gt;Me: huh? anong isa pa?&lt;br&gt;Kyle: pag ayaw ko na ng Doctor, meron pa ko gusto!&lt;br&gt;Me: what is it, Kyle?&lt;br&gt;Kyle: I want to be a dinosaur!!&lt;br&gt;Me: WHAT? you cant be a dinosaur!&lt;br&gt;Kyle: Mommy, i want to be a Dinosaur, parang si Barney!&lt;br&gt;Me: huh? Barney? why?&lt;br&gt;Kyle: kasi Mommy, si Barney, naging doctor sya kahapon &lt;s&gt;(i think he was referring to an episode in Barney show)&lt;/s&gt;, pinagaling nya yung friend nya. kaya gustko din maging dinosaur...&lt;br&gt;Me: NYEK!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;hahaha.. yeah, we started on a serious note but i ended up laughing out loud upon hearing my child's sentiments..it made me realize that children, eventhough they haven't reached the maturity level yet, at least they know what they want when they grow up.. i was ashamed of myself because when i was a kid, i wasn't that particular with my ambitions yet.. i just decided for myself when i graduated in high school. even then, the choice i made wasn't really the course i really wanted.. i just hope that my children would be able to take up what they really want to be in the future... &lt;p&gt;that night, i learned something from my kid: dream high as early as you can, reach out for that dream and make it happen... and in the eyes of a child, everything is possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-8519116090985581677?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/8519116090985581677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=8519116090985581677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/8519116090985581677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/8519116090985581677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-i-grow-up.html' title='when i grow up...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/ShEPyaMYc_I/AAAAAAAABIY/oxFguKbDkwY/s72-c/dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-5737217980734931087</id><published>2009-05-07T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:54:04.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>greetings, earthlings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SgKJMG0TUFI/AAAAAAAABGw/D9t6F-Z4GoI/s1600-h/miko3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332975749841506386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SgKJMG0TUFI/AAAAAAAABGw/D9t6F-Z4GoI/s320/miko3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kian's chubby Cheeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-5737217980734931087?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/5737217980734931087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=5737217980734931087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/5737217980734931087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/5737217980734931087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/05/greetings-earthlings.html' title='greetings, earthlings!'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SgKJMG0TUFI/AAAAAAAABGw/D9t6F-Z4GoI/s72-c/miko3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-2826521291388727558</id><published>2009-05-05T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T02:52:19.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heart broken kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/family/kyla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is Kyla Marielle.. she's the girl that my panganay - little &lt;a href="http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-they-call-it-puppy-love.html"&gt;Kyle fell in love with.. &lt;/a&gt;remember their puppy-love story?she's so pretty, isn't she? &lt;p&gt;well, bfore the month of April ended, my little one was caught in a web of emotions and &lt;a href="http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/03/young-love-sweet-love.html"&gt;nursed a broken heart&lt;/a&gt;.. &lt;p&gt;well guess what.. here's the latest update!! ever wonder who caused my first son's broken heart? OMG!!! it's his own brother Kian, my bunso!! &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/family/kyla-miko.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;here's Kyla with my bunso, Kian, shying away from the camera, after being caught with kuya's girl... &lt;p&gt;i dunno what to say... my kiddos are chick-magnets.. ahehehe!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-2826521291388727558?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/2826521291388727558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=2826521291388727558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/2826521291388727558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/2826521291388727558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/05/heart-broken-kid.html' title='heart broken kid'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/family/th_kyla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-8715012229869654790</id><published>2009-04-29T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T02:14:46.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my inaanak's christening...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SfgKYMEX7PI/AAAAAAAABGQ/-WohXwAkueM/s1600-h/binyag5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 5, 2009 - my Kumare, Malou had her 2nd daughter Kate Nicole baptized. Sadly I wasn't able to attend the baptism rites... but my family and i were able to attend the christening reception at Garden Dine Restaurant.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Malou and I became full-pledged "kumares" because she got me as one of Kate's ninang/godmother.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to the Christian world, Kate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/family/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1_426690440l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="287" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/family/1_426690440l.jpg" width="374" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here are some pics taken during the occasion:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SfgKYEpqVMI/AAAAAAAABGI/jliehsUngJU/s1600-h/binyag4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330021567674602690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SfgKYEpqVMI/AAAAAAAABGI/jliehsUngJU/s200/binyag4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SfgKYEpqVMI/AAAAAAAABGI/jliehsUngJU/s1600-h/binyag4.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kyle in his Mr. Pogi pose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SfgKX7qgH8I/AAAAAAAABFw/0S9s5TvgKIs/s1600-h/binyag1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330021565262208962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SfgKX7qgH8I/AAAAAAAABFw/0S9s5TvgKIs/s200/binyag1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my kumareng Malou with my inaanak Kate Nicole..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/family/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1_380920905l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="294" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/family/1_380920905l.jpg" width="403" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/family/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image023.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/family/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/family/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/family/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/family/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image021.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/family/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/family/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1_826171550l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 275px" height="245" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/family/1_826171550l.jpg" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/family/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1_596282667l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 414px; HEIGHT: 352px" height="341" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/family/1_596282667l.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;with my family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/family/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1_394233213l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="312" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/family/1_394233213l.jpg" width="377" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my other kumare, Tere with her family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-8715012229869654790?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/8715012229869654790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=8715012229869654790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/8715012229869654790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/8715012229869654790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-inaanaks-christening.html' title='my inaanak&apos;s christening...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/family/th_1_426690440l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-25422158419745787</id><published>2009-04-22T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T02:02:24.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>family moments..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Se7c6slyjJI/AAAAAAAABFA/tTlNzpXS6iM/s1600-h/momkian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Se7c6slyjJI/AAAAAAAABFA/tTlNzpXS6iM/s400/momkian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327438310186060946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just want to share some pics of my family during our bonding moments.. more pics here! &lt;a href="http://clairetuts.multiply.com/photos/album/118/family_bonding_moments#"&gt;click! click!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-25422158419745787?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/25422158419745787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=25422158419745787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/25422158419745787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/25422158419745787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/04/family-moments.html' title='family moments..'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Se7c6slyjJI/AAAAAAAABFA/tTlNzpXS6iM/s72-c/momkian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-5492919736084222302</id><published>2009-04-21T00:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:28:38.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kyle &amp; kian's WORDS of fun..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Se10sFPBLEI/AAAAAAAABEg/N7Z5yPzPW7g/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327042234917399618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Se10sFPBLEI/AAAAAAAABEg/N7Z5yPzPW7g/s200/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; last night, i was feeding Kian a bowl of chicken tinola when he got off from his seat and chased his kuya Kyle. usually, when they ran around the house, Kian plays with his food and throws them on the trash bin. so i thought he would just throw the chicken leg i gave him.. when Kian came back to our dining table, i asked him...&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy: Oh Kian.. san mo nilagay yung food mo?&lt;br&gt;Kian: eh di sa tiyan ko po, mommy!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;oo nga naman!!&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - -&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Se11AqrQoPI/AAAAAAAABEo/R7ZtHK1yADg/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327042588565348594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Se11AqrQoPI/AAAAAAAABEo/R7ZtHK1yADg/s200/image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last night again.. kyle was playing "wrestling" with his dad on our bed. when hubby grew tired, he told kyle to pause for a while..&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daddy: Kyle, let's stop playing muna..&lt;br&gt;Kyle: why daddy?&lt;br&gt;Daddy: kasi, i'm tired na. wala na akong energy..&lt;br&gt;Kyle: eh di, you take Enervon.. para more energy, mas happy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hehehe.. my adorable little kids always say the right words.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-5492919736084222302?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/5492919736084222302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=5492919736084222302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/5492919736084222302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/5492919736084222302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/04/kyle-kians-words-of-fun.html' title='kyle &amp; kian&apos;s WORDS of fun..'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Se10sFPBLEI/AAAAAAAABEg/N7Z5yPzPW7g/s72-c/Image035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-5369135983676813711</id><published>2009-04-15T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:29:00.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disney kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SeQ8isu8yEI/AAAAAAAABDI/SJbS7EjPios/s1600-h/1_517908737l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324447226280069186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SeQ8isu8yEI/AAAAAAAABDI/SJbS7EjPios/s320/1_517908737l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; super late, late pics... taken @SM Disney place - last Xmas pa to..  &lt;a href="http://clairetuts.multiply.com/photos/album/120/late_pics..."&gt;see more pictures here... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-5369135983676813711?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/5369135983676813711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=5369135983676813711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/5369135983676813711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/5369135983676813711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/04/disney-kids.html' title='disney kids'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SeQ8isu8yEI/AAAAAAAABDI/SJbS7EjPios/s72-c/1_517908737l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-686972120421335696</id><published>2009-04-14T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:28:51.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sliding boyz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SeQ5Sv6hR0I/AAAAAAAABDA/gu24rlS2meQ/s1600-h/kian-slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324443653721114434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SeQ5Sv6hR0I/AAAAAAAABDA/gu24rlS2meQ/s400/kian-slide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SeQ5SmiNRvI/AAAAAAAABC4/UzKB_OXS1hg/s1600-h/kian-slide2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324443651203221234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SeQ5SmiNRvI/AAAAAAAABC4/UzKB_OXS1hg/s400/kian-slide2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SeQ5SsqAyoI/AAAAAAAABCw/PDakFSHADa4/s1600-h/kian-slide3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324443652846570114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SeQ5SsqAyoI/AAAAAAAABCw/PDakFSHADa4/s400/kian-slide3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SeQ5ScKYuGI/AAAAAAAABCo/_yrZfWr0HkY/s1600-h/kyle-slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324443648418953314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SeQ5ScKYuGI/AAAAAAAABCo/_yrZfWr0HkY/s400/kyle-slide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SeQ5SWiCP6I/AAAAAAAABCg/iblyODGRj4A/s1600-h/kyle-pacute6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324443646907531170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SeQ5SWiCP6I/AAAAAAAABCg/iblyODGRj4A/s400/kyle-pacute6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-686972120421335696?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/686972120421335696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=686972120421335696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/686972120421335696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/686972120421335696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/04/sliding-boyz.html' title='sliding boyz...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SeQ5Sv6hR0I/AAAAAAAABDA/gu24rlS2meQ/s72-c/kian-slide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-2639558941399475188</id><published>2009-04-09T00:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:59:10.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bless you all..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Sd2p2oQUlQI/AAAAAAAABBw/dFDLShymE8o/s1600-h/holyweek.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322597090605700354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Sd2p2oQUlQI/AAAAAAAABBw/dFDLShymE8o/s400/holyweek.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-2639558941399475188?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/2639558941399475188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=2639558941399475188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/2639558941399475188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/2639558941399475188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/04/bless-you-all.html' title='bless you all..'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Sd2p2oQUlQI/AAAAAAAABBw/dFDLShymE8o/s72-c/holyweek.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-691683188471875443</id><published>2009-04-08T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T01:46:45.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kyle@poracay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SdxkS9IdiiI/AAAAAAAABBY/VYYg3NLkf_E/s1600-h/kyle4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322239136455559714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SdxkS9IdiiI/AAAAAAAABBY/VYYg3NLkf_E/s400/kyle4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SdxkS2oUSzI/AAAAAAAABBQ/z771AtOmh2U/s1600-h/kyle3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322239134710123314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SdxkS2oUSzI/AAAAAAAABBQ/z771AtOmh2U/s400/kyle3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SdxkSg6GlrI/AAAAAAAABBI/52kr8qFu0oA/s1600-h/kyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322239128879142578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SdxkSg6GlrI/AAAAAAAABBI/52kr8qFu0oA/s400/kyle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some of the shots taken on Kyle during our team bonding in Poracay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-691683188471875443?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/691683188471875443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=691683188471875443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/691683188471875443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/691683188471875443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/04/kyleporacay.html' title='kyle@poracay'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SdxkS9IdiiI/AAAAAAAABBY/VYYg3NLkf_E/s72-c/kyle4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-4410147752636964337</id><published>2009-04-06T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T01:49:54.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's toon-time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SdsTa27OvPI/AAAAAAAABA4/Ae_4-5x810E/s1600-h/zenki-zenkihit.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321868736809843954" style="FLOAT: left;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px;WIDTH: 108px;CURSOR: hand;HEIGHT: 97px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SdsTa27OvPI/AAAAAAAABA4/Ae_4-5x810E/s200/zenki-zenkihit.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;"Tanggalin ang sumpa kay Zenki! Tatanggalin ka ng lihim na espada! Sumpa! Dakilang Vadjula, palayain mo ang dakilang si Zenki! Dakilang Vadjula, palayain mo ang dakilang si Zenki!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;naalala nyo pa ba si Zenki? aminin! nakikisabay ka pa dati kay Cheri pag sinasabi nya yang orasyon na yan, di ba?..  &lt;p&gt;ako, i admit - guilty ako dyan! heheheh..  &lt;p&gt;i'm sorry dear friends..my post is a little corny today.. it just so happened that this is our topic today in the office.. ewan ko ba kung pano napunta dito ang usapan... pero heto ako at tuwang-tuwa sa pagsariwa sa mga "cartoons or anime" na naging bahagi ng aking teen/tween-life..yes, i was also once a kid who used to watch cartoons A LOT! in fact, i think i havent' outgrown this childhood addiction just yet.. now, cartoons have evolved to 2d and 3D and anime and a bunch more.. but i won't ever forget those that became part of my innocent days..  &lt;p&gt;let me just quote some of those memorable cartoon lines that i used to watch before:  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Here I come to save the day, Mighty mouse is on the way! &lt;/em&gt;hmm.. okay, that is obviously a given.. of course, that's from Mighty Mouse!!  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Autobots!!! Transform and rollout!!!&lt;/em&gt;- by Optimus Prime on The Transfomers.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. By the power of Greyskull!&lt;/em&gt;- by Prince Adam on He-Man and the Masters of the Universe  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Care Bear Stare!!! &lt;/em&gt;- hayan, manigas ka na, hehehe - the Carebears &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SdsSou3G52I/AAAAAAAABAw/kearAKhr9l8/s1600-h/ninja.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321867875651610466" style="FLOAT: right;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px;WIDTH: 200px;CURSOR: hand;HEIGHT: 200px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SdsSou3G52I/AAAAAAAABAw/kearAKhr9l8/s200/ninja.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Yabba Dabba Doo&lt;/em&gt;- Flintstones  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Meanwhile; back at the Hall of Justice&lt;/em&gt;- Superfriends!  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Cowabongga! Turtle Power!&lt;/em&gt; -Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - which was adapted by Pinoys and turned into Pandakekoks! hahaha..  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Shiver me Timbers!&lt;/em&gt; -Popeye the Sailorman, *pooot-pooot*  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. Parurusahan kita sa ngalan ng buwan!&lt;/em&gt; Usagi - Sailormoon!  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;at maraming-marami pang iba.. waahhh,, sa dami nila, di ko na maalala.. kayo, alin ang naaalala nyo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-4410147752636964337?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/4410147752636964337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=4410147752636964337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/4410147752636964337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/4410147752636964337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-toon-time.html' title='it&amp;#39;s toon-time!'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SdsTa27OvPI/AAAAAAAABA4/Ae_4-5x810E/s72-c/zenki-zenkihit.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-6521271795885255947</id><published>2009-03-31T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:18:30.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>young love, sweet love...</title><content type='html'>remember my son &lt;a href="http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-they-call-it-puppy-love.html"&gt;Kyle's puppy love Kyla&lt;/a&gt;, whom Kyle missed a lot? well, finally, they saw each other last Saturday.. and this is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7:10 am, a few minutes after Kyle awoke, i changed his night clothes and combed his hair.. he saw his yaya Kolyn texting, so he asked me where i put his toy phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;when i gave it to him, he punched some numbers and talked over the phone and here's what he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Kyla? Hello, Kyla? andyan ka ba? &lt;/blockquote&gt;i asked Kyle why he was calling his friend. he said, &lt;em&gt;"Mommy, kasi gusto ko punta house niya. andun na ba sya?" &lt;/em&gt;sensing that he remembered the promise i gave him a month ago about us visiting Kyla, i told my son to wait for an hour before we go to Kyla's house, because she might still be asleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kyle said, "&lt;em&gt;oh, kaya pala di nya sagot cellphone nya&lt;/em&gt;"...i smiled when i saw him pout his lips..&lt;/p&gt;7:40am, i decided that it was time for my kids to have their early biking routine. so i got our bike/pedicab and we circled the village. when Kyle saw Kyla's house, he told me to stop so we can drop by and see Kyla.. so off we went to his puppy love's abode..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;seconds later, we were at the Calaguas residence and me &amp;amp; my kumare had a chat at the front yard. Kyle was straining his neck as he peeped on the window but his lady love Kyla was nowhere to be seen. turned out that she was with her father at their kitchen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;when Kyle saw her, i told him to say "hi" to Kyla, but to my astonishment, he just went outside the gate and insisted that we go home.. i asked him what the matter was.. he then said, "&lt;em&gt;hiya ako mommy..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but when i told his ladylove that Kyle actually missed him a lot, Kyla just smiled and went back to her father. i asked my son why he wouldn't talk to her but he was ignoring me.  i shrugged my shoulders for i do not know what happened. when i asked Kyla myself,  she timidly said, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;di ko po na-miss si Kyle eh.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;ahhh... the pain of a broken heart.. my son's first heart break.. i sensed that Kyle went home with a heavy heart after our short visit.. i honestly told my son that Kyla didn't seem to miss him.. when we got home, he asked me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mommy, bakit kaya di nya ako na-miss?&lt;/blockquote&gt;ahh.. my son, i dont' know how to answer you.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-6521271795885255947?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/6521271795885255947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=6521271795885255947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/6521271795885255947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/6521271795885255947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/03/young-love-sweet-love.html' title='young love, sweet love...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-2337470000730102749</id><published>2009-03-19T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:52:33.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new sexy Dora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/newdora-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px;WIDTH: 202px;CURSOR: hand;HEIGHT: 321px;" alt="" src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/newdora-1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; remember &lt;a href="http://claire2kitty.blogspot.com/2008/09/dora.html"&gt;last time i posted something about DORA&lt;/a&gt; here in my blog? that was a year ago... my sons are big fans of Dora, and her cousin Diego.. &lt;p&gt;well, a week ago, i got an e-mail from nick,jr displaying the silhouette of the new Dora doll.. my friends and i exchanged opinions about this development, as to how secy the new Dora would be and what would happen to her comrades, Boots the monkey, Issa the Iguana, Benny the Bull, Ticko the Squirrel, &amp; Swiper the Fox. &lt;p&gt;we joked, "&lt;em&gt;Boots will turn into a gorilla while Swiper will turn into a wolf and Issa will evolve into a dragon!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;but seriously, i was a little worried &amp; curious about the recent Dora upgrade.. because my sons have memorized little Dora's features in their minds - small, big head, big hair and always with a back-pack.. they like how Dora would find her way home by taking Boots with her and asking the Map for directions. &lt;p&gt;and now, when i saw the new image of Dora, i know that I will not personally like her and i will never inform my kids about the new Tween Dora.... because my kids are GUYS! and the new tweenage Dora is not for kiddos below 3 years old.. &lt;p&gt;so from now on, i'll just tell my kids to watch Go, Diego Go and Barney and forget about Dora.. hehehe.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-2337470000730102749?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/2337470000730102749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=2337470000730102749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/2337470000730102749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/2337470000730102749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-sexy-dora.html' title='new sexy Dora'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-2968047154251479562</id><published>2009-03-02T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:48:56.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>candid kian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SbnZH1MRuFI/AAAAAAAAA_I/ToejHRIkPq0/s1600-h/miko.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SbnZH1MRuFI/AAAAAAAAA_I/ToejHRIkPq0/s320/miko.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312515964021094482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SbnZHvfVqgI/AAAAAAAAA_A/RwWneBt0K1I/s1600-h/kian.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SbnZHvfVqgI/AAAAAAAAA_A/RwWneBt0K1I/s320/kian.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312515962490432002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-2968047154251479562?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/2968047154251479562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=2968047154251479562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/2968047154251479562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/2968047154251479562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/03/candid-kian.html' title='candid kian'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SbnZH1MRuFI/AAAAAAAAA_I/ToejHRIkPq0/s72-c/miko.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-6967229715299282822</id><published>2009-02-20T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:08:18.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kiddy adventures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SaT8WncUwJI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/r13loaUNvjY/s1600-h/kuya2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306643726424391826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SaT8WncUwJI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/r13loaUNvjY/s320/kuya2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle &amp;amp; Kian's saturday afternoon ritual? playing games at &lt;a href="http://clairetuts.multiply.com/photos/album/104/the_kidlets"&gt;World of Fun.. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-6967229715299282822?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/6967229715299282822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=6967229715299282822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/6967229715299282822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/6967229715299282822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/02/kiddy-adventures.html' title='kiddy adventures...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SaT8WncUwJI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/r13loaUNvjY/s72-c/kuya2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-1881957015504041579</id><published>2009-02-16T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:24:46.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and they call it puppy love...</title><content type='html'>2 nights ago, when i was about to put Kyle to sleep, he sniffed and covered his face with his arms.. obviously, it was his "moment" - the term i use when he shifts to his dramatic mode.. &lt;em&gt;my hubby often tease me for passing that trait to Kyle - coz i'm such a drama queen!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;anyway, i asked my little tot what the problem was.. Kyle said, &lt;s&gt;complete with sobbing sound effect&lt;/s&gt;: &lt;em&gt;"Mommy, nami-miss ko na yung kaibigan ko.. di ko na sya nakakausap.." &lt;/em&gt;i squinted my eyes and thought deeply.. "which friend is he referring to?" maybe, he was thinking about &lt;a href="http://claire2kitty.blogspot.com/2007/07/afternoon-affair.html"&gt;his bestfriend PJ&lt;/a&gt;, who recently moved to a new location, thus, they are no longer seeing each other. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but my little boy shook his head from left to right and said, &lt;em&gt;No Mommy, i miss Kyla!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Sb8kid4NQvI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/jclCQ9cGBwc/s1600-h/holding-hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314006259875005170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Sb8kid4NQvI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/jclCQ9cGBwc/s200/holding-hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;oooh... Kyla... his childhood sweetheart.. Kyla is our neighbor's daughter who is a month younger than my Kyle. her mom, Malou, is actually my kumare and i often tease her that my son would soon marry her daughter in the future.. (Kyle + Kyla = 4Ever!) hahaha.. we mommies are a bit crazy when it comes to our offsprings :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, so back to the topic.. kyle was adamant that we see Kyla right away, that night, because he hadn't seen her for a while. actually, Kyla and her family were away for 2 weeks because my kumare had to give birth to a new baby girl. i think they moved to their in-laws for the meantime, that's why my Kyle no longer sees his special someone.. when i told my Kyle that we're gonna visit his lady love the next week, he smiled his wonderful smile and agreed to sleep, as long as I'll keep my promise to him.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahhh.. Kyle.. at the very tender age of 3, could he be falling in love this early? *&lt;em&gt;mommy grins from ear to ear.. hehehe*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;And they call it puppy love&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I guess they'll never know&lt;br /&gt;How a young heart really feels&lt;br /&gt;And why I love her so&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-1881957015504041579?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/1881957015504041579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=1881957015504041579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/1881957015504041579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/1881957015504041579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-they-call-it-puppy-love.html' title='and they call it puppy love...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Sb8kid4NQvI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/jclCQ9cGBwc/s72-c/holding-hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-2268278246637882633</id><published>2009-02-15T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:23:15.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginebra Bike Kings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SaT_u3gqF2I/AAAAAAAAA9g/aiVGOhB4jnc/s1600-h/bball-kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306647441589278562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SaT_u3gqF2I/AAAAAAAAA9g/aiVGOhB4jnc/s400/bball-kids.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one lazy saturday morning - spent with our two boys - who are going to be the next Lebron James &amp;amp; Allen Iverson :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. yeah right... in our dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presenting...Kyle Adam &amp;amp; Kian Mikael :) Jersey # 18 &amp;amp; 28 respectively...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;team name: Ginebra Bike Kings! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more pics here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://clairetuts.multiply.com/photos/album/94#"&gt;Shoot That Ball!! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-2268278246637882633?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/2268278246637882633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=2268278246637882633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/2268278246637882633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/2268278246637882633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/02/ginebra-bike-kings.html' title='Ginebra Bike Kings!'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SaT_u3gqF2I/AAAAAAAAA9g/aiVGOhB4jnc/s72-c/bball-kids.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-8685440673851329635</id><published>2009-01-28T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:12:45.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kyle's many faces...</title><content type='html'>Kyle strikes again... while waiting for our Jollibee meal, Kyle found time to pose in front of my fone-cam and voila!!! Kyle became an instant cam-wh0re!! heehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SaT7Dh4Rk2I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/rpp5sYC002Y/s1600-h/kyle7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306642299001869154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SaT7Dh4Rk2I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/rpp5sYC002Y/s400/kyle7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SaT62e95GRI/AAAAAAAAA9I/vUuOOA1zfLM/s1600-h/kyle6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306642074881825042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SaT62e95GRI/AAAAAAAAA9I/vUuOOA1zfLM/s400/kyle6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SaT62cAIPdI/AAAAAAAAA84/cNrukoHQPQA/s1600-h/kyle4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306642074085899730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SaT62cAIPdI/AAAAAAAAA84/cNrukoHQPQA/s400/kyle4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SaT62L6P6WI/AAAAAAAAA8w/5KFKrgoX-Gs/s1600-h/kyle3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306642069766269282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SaT62L6P6WI/AAAAAAAAA8w/5KFKrgoX-Gs/s400/kyle3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SaT62GCFRAI/AAAAAAAAA8o/_wFTWyIPSQ0/s1600-h/kyle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306642068188513282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SaT62GCFRAI/AAAAAAAAA8o/_wFTWyIPSQ0/s400/kyle2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;roar!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-8685440673851329635?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/8685440673851329635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=8685440673851329635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/8685440673851329635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/8685440673851329635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/02/kyles-many-faces.html' title='kyle&apos;s many faces...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SaT7Dh4Rk2I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/rpp5sYC002Y/s72-c/kyle7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-1308438239568799331</id><published>2009-01-19T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:24:29.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kian sa kusina</title><content type='html'>pasaway na bata.. hehehe.. &lt;p&gt;isang araw, si Kian ay umakyat sa mesa sa may kusina.. nung una, nag-hi pa sya sa kin.. pero di ako nakatingin dahil abala ako sa pagtitimpla ng gatas nya.. makalipas ang ilang minuto, tinawag nya ako at sabi nya, Mommy oh, look.. green! akala ko naman kung ano yun.. pagtingin ko, kinuha pala ni bunso ang takip ng thermos namin.. kulay green nga! hehehehe.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="384" src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/kian1.jpg" width="389" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; HEIGHT: 385px" height="337" src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/kian3.jpg" width="339" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="384" src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/kian2.jpg" width="391" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-1308438239568799331?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/1308438239568799331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=1308438239568799331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/1308438239568799331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/1308438239568799331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/01/kian-sa-kusina.html' title='kian sa kusina'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-7351819093886915656</id><published>2009-01-12T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:18:36.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gingerbread house pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;some pics taken last Christmas EVE at SM Clark...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="265" src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/house.jpg" width="409" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the gingerbread house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 200px" height="277" src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/disneyprincess.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kian &amp;amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="226" src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/family.jpg" width="280" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me with my two angels - Kyle &amp;amp; Kian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="266" src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/family2.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santos Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-7351819093886915656?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/7351819093886915656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=7351819093886915656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/7351819093886915656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/7351819093886915656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/01/gingerbread-house-pics.html' title='gingerbread house pics'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-6028280724529004997</id><published>2009-01-06T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:16:08.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hush now, baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SWRIYtytdOI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/V99b6_9iRkA/s1600-h/bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288431451886154978" style="FLOAT: right;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px;WIDTH: 126px;CURSOR: hand;HEIGHT: 82px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SWRIYtytdOI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/V99b6_9iRkA/s200/bike.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;i don't feel well today.. i should be blamed.. i am such a bad mom.. i should have been more attentive to my child's welfare instead of fixing that freaking bike! i must be punished!  &lt;p&gt;last night, something bad happened to my youngest kid, Kian. we were biking along the subdivision when the chains (kadena) of our sidecar (bike) fell off. we were three houses away from our own house and i decided to fix the chains first before going home. since i was with my kiddies Kyle &amp; Kian, i told them to stay put so they wont be run over by passing cars &amp; trikes.. but my toddlers are so pasaway &amp; hyper.. instead of behaving, Kyle stood up from his seat and crawled up and down.. little Kian imitated his kuya.. i was busily fastening the chains that i did not notice Kyle jumping up which made our bike moved backwards... too late when i realized that Kian wasn't holding on to anything, thus he fell off-balance, his head hitting the chain knuckles..  &lt;p&gt;i was shocked when Kian cried upon hitting his head.. i shouted loud enough for my mom to hear me so she could pick my other son Kyle, then i readily rushed him to the house. there i noticed blood dripping from Kian's head and on my shirt.. i swallowed hard and tried hard not to cry but seeing my baby's face all bloddy red made me nauseous.. luckily, my brother Jonas was there to support me.. my husband came rushing in from his bedroom after he heard me &amp; kian cry.. i knew he was upset to see our child hurt &amp; bleeding.. Jonas &amp; my hubby did their best to clean the wound on Kian's head using alcohol, betadine &amp; bandages.. but the blood was still pouring out.. i really freaked out! good thing Kian stopped crying when i held him while his daddy smothered betadine on his wound.. he was very brave...  &lt;p&gt;my husband Marc suggested we go to the nearest hospital so the doctors could properly check up on our baby.. i was too tired &amp; teary-eyed to reply.. i simply cannot talk.. my mom poked me on my ribs and asked me to change my shirt because mine was splattered with red. then off we went to St. Raphael Medical Center. thanks to the doctors and nurses who attended to him right away.. i was really a mess while i was being asked about the mishap.. i didn't know if they understood what i was saying.. my husband &amp; brother were the ones who listened to the doctor's diagnosis and presciptions.. what mattered to me the most was my son's safety.. when they put him on the X-Ray room to check on his head, Kian started crying again.. my hubby was very calm during the whole ordeal.. i really wasn't able to think and function very well at those times, but thanks to my hubby for not blaming me for anything at all.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;anyway, to cut the story short, we went home around 8pm.. Kian's head was bandaged. when his older brother Kyle saw his head, he embraced his little sibling and said, "Kian, i love you" and then he did the same to me.. he hugged me and told me not to cry anymore.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it was only this morning when i finally remembered what my hubby told me about my son's medications.. we have to observe him the whole day, making sure that he doesn't get sick or get high temperature and/or vomit.. if everything seems fine with him, there's really nothing to worry about.. thanks to my HMO, the hospitalization and medicines were all covered.. and thanks to my hubby's constant reassurance that everything's gonna be alright.. i really needed him to say those words to me.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SWRHPYAfxcI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/6HeuM_e_dn8/s1600-h/pray.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288430191907947970" style="FLOAT: left;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px;WIDTH: 150px;CURSOR: hand;HEIGHT: 148px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SWRHPYAfxcI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/6HeuM_e_dn8/s200/pray.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;so far, he's doing good.. when he woke up this morning, it was as if nothing had happened to him.. he was the same little Kian, he smiled when his eyes opened, he asked for his milk and then peed on his diaper afterwards.. no high fever or anything.. thanks be to God.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but whenever i think of what had transpired, i still can't concentrate and i always end up blaming myself.. i'm so pathetic! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;get well soon my little baby.. mommy loves you... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-6028280724529004997?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/6028280724529004997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=6028280724529004997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/6028280724529004997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/6028280724529004997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2009/01/hush-now-baby.html' title='hush now, baby'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SWRIYtytdOI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/V99b6_9iRkA/s72-c/bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-3309449260809681198</id><published>2008-12-28T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T01:05:07.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday Kian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SViD-fYvmkI/AAAAAAAAA1g/hLkDa6cmisw/s1600-h/birthday_cake_7.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285119272319687234" style="FLOAT: left;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px;WIDTH: 200px;CURSOR: hand;HEIGHT: 200px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SViD-fYvmkI/AAAAAAAAA1g/hLkDa6cmisw/s200/birthday_cake_7.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;my li'l baby boy, Kian celebrated his 2nd birthday yesterday, Dec. 28 and he sure had lots of fun (and gifts, too!) ... we held his party at my in-laws house in my hubby's hometown (Mexico).&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Kian was the first one to wake up early on that day.. it seemed that he knew already that it was his special day! so i showered him with lots of kises when he woke me up..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;i cooked pancit bihon and made Grahams / &lt;em&gt;tiramisu &lt;/em&gt;for him. Hubby bought pizza while my brother-in-law, Dean brought chocolate cake &amp; another bayaw Jay grilled bangus &amp; hotdogs with marshmallows.. among the guests who graced the party were Dean's gf, Jenny, our favorite tita Mameng, 2nd cousins/kids - Kaye &amp; Krystal. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;good thing, my panganay, Kyle was at his best behavior even though his younger brother got more gifts than him.. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;to my darling and sweetest baby, Kian, happy happy birthday!!!  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://clairetuts.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/91/10"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.clairetuts.multiply.com/image/5/photos/91/300x300/10/kian-happy.JPG?et=76bvWpIf8pPmIoDs9,tPdQ&amp;nmid=111681671" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-3309449260809681198?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/3309449260809681198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=3309449260809681198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/3309449260809681198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/3309449260809681198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-kian.html' title='happy birthday Kian'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SViD-fYvmkI/AAAAAAAAA1g/hLkDa6cmisw/s72-c/birthday_cake_7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-4965160818901350469</id><published>2008-12-23T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:57:23.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'tis the season to be jolly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#330000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SVHmoj5S-AI/AAAAAAAAA0o/M4ymEzCNVh8/s1600-h/merixmas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283257422387017730" style="DISPLAY: block;MARGIN: 0px auto 10px;WIDTH: 400px;CURSOR: hand;HEIGHT: 378px;TEXT-ALIGN: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SVHmoj5S-AI/AAAAAAAAA0o/M4ymEzCNVh8/s400/merixmas.bmp" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SVHmNuNV_RI/AAAAAAAAA0g/5L83nAtrhW8/s1600-h/merixmas.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SUn_D733tbI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/pA60PykXgFU/s1600-h/happyholidays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281032481145337266" style="DISPLAY: block;MARGIN: 0px auto 10px;WIDTH: 400px;CURSOR: hand;HEIGHT: 293px;TEXT-ALIGN: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SUn_D733tbI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/pA60PykXgFU/s400/happyholidays.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SUn-11n2BtI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/JEnJ691GitM/s1600-h/happyholidays.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color="#330000" size="6"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;From Santos Family - MARC, CLAIRE, KYLE &amp; KIAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-4965160818901350469?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/4965160818901350469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=4965160818901350469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/4965160818901350469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/4965160818901350469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2008/12/season-to-be-jolly.html' title='&amp;#39;tis the season to be jolly!'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SVHmoj5S-AI/AAAAAAAAA0o/M4ymEzCNVh8/s72-c/merixmas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-1393986049485341148</id><published>2008-12-16T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:02:27.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pasko na!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280681149216398434" style="FLOAT: right;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px;WIDTH: 95px;CURSOR: hand;HEIGHT: 112px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SUi_huclHGI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Un3XWJRknV0/s200/parol5.jpg" border="0"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Pasko na naman.. o kay tulin ng araw Paskong nagdaan, tila ba kung kelan lang... ngayon ay Pasko, dapat pasalamatan, ngayon ay Pasko, tayo ay mag-awitan!&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;at dahil panahon ng bigayan, ako ay nagagalak na sabihing naibalot ko na rin sa wakas ang akinig mga aginaldo para sa aking mga mahal sa buhay.. sa totoo lang, katapusan pa lang ng Nobyembre ay nag-umpisa na akong bumili ng mga regalo.. basta nakita kong magugustuhan ng kaibigan ko o ng mga kapamilya ko, walang dalawang-isip na bibilhin ko mga yun.. kaya naman, sa ilalim ng aming Christmas Tree ay namumula at nangingintab na ang mga kahon-kahon ng regalo..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;ang sarap ng pakiramdam ko pag natatapos ko ang pagbabalot ng mga gifts.. kay ayang tingnan ang mga palamuti.. kahit isa o dalawa lang makuha kong regalo ngayong Pasko, ayos lang sa kin.. ang mahalaga ay may naibahagi ako sa aking mga minamahal.. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pasko, (Pasko), Pasko (Pasko) Pasko na namang muli Tanging araw na ating pinakamimithi Pasko, (Pasko), Pasko (Pasko) Pasko na naman muli Ang pag-ibig naghahari.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-1393986049485341148?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/1393986049485341148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=1393986049485341148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/1393986049485341148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/1393986049485341148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2008/12/pasko-na.html' title='pasko na!'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SUi_huclHGI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Un3XWJRknV0/s72-c/parol5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-2537928281392198493</id><published>2008-12-08T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:25:53.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the weekend that was...</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning, my family and I boarded the air-conditioned Five Star bus going to Pangasinan for our weekend escapade.. we were supposed to bring our car, but my hubby was sleepy since he just got out from work.. and i wouldn't want him driving because we might not be able to make it if he does... so we decided to commute..  &lt;p&gt;my father, who had arrived from U.S a week ago, picked us up when we got off from the bus. to my delight, i &lt;s&gt;screamed, more like &lt;/s&gt;squeaked out loud when i saw my panganay, Kyle, waving his hands and shouting from the rolled down windows of my dad's car. i was carrying my youngest son, Kian and he too, was waving his hands when he saw his Kuya... we really missed Kyle a lot!!&lt;/p&gt;i sat at the back of the car with my two darlings seated on my either sides. Kyle was very talkative and was very passionate when he told me that he had missed me.. i asked him what he did while i was away and he said, &lt;em&gt;"Mommy, di mo ba nabasa text ko? nagtext ako Mommy di ba?"&lt;/em&gt; i scratched my head telling him i didn't receive any SMS from him.. then my brother, Jonas, told me that Kyle had a toy cellphone at home and my sister always see him pressing the keypads &amp; pretending that he was texting somebody.. so maybe, it was me he was texting at that time.. too bad, i wasn't able to receive the message.. he must have ran out of pre-paid loads.. hehehe..  &lt;p&gt;later that night, i learned that Kyle didn't talk to my dad when he first arrived in Pangasinan. he actually hid under my mom's skirt &lt;i&gt;literally&lt;/i&gt; when he saw Tatay because my dad was bald.. Kyle doesn't like 'em bald and shining.. hahaha.. but soon enough, when his grandpa gave him lots of toys and goodies, Kyle softened to my dad and then they were inseparable..  &lt;p&gt;that same night, i saw Kyle holding his toy cellphone and placing it on his ears.. then he started talking.. i overheard him asking whoever was at the other end of the line to hurry up because he was about to eat all the chocolate that his grandpa gave him... my hubby and i were caught giggling when Kyle looked around.. he looked really cute when he plays with his toy cellphone.. it was as if he was really talking to somebody else, nodding his head and pausing before saying another word...so kawaii!  &lt;p&gt;during Kyle's 4-day stay in Pangasinan, he was the Apple of everyone's eye... but when i brought Kian to the scene, my little boy managed to steal the limelight.. there are times when all Kian had to do was to show his pearly whites, and everyone else would say &lt;em&gt;oooohh &amp; ahhhhh..&lt;/em&gt; aside from his close-up smile, he knows how to pose for the camera and sing Bugoy's "&lt;em&gt;Pano na kaya?" &lt;/em&gt;.. oh di ba, cute?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;oh well, i just have to say that our weekend was full of fun and surprises.. i missed Kyle so much and i know he missed us all too. i'm so glad my dad is here.. his presence made us all happy and loved. in two weeks time, Tatay will be coming back to California.. and it's gonna be another 2 years before we finally see him again.. Bon Voyage, tatay! we love you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-2537928281392198493?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/2537928281392198493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=2537928281392198493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/2537928281392198493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/2537928281392198493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2008/12/weekend-that-was.html' title='the weekend that was...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-820590861477480260</id><published>2008-12-03T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T01:24:44.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>missin' my little boy...</title><content type='html'>last night, when i came home, i was kind of lonesome.. our house was very quiet..&lt;a href="http://images.clairetuts.multiply.com/image/2/photos/94/300x300/8/baller.JPG?et=MTY1N41vxTg,vT5pwEPJ+g&amp;amp;nmid=117736129"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://images.clairetuts.multiply.com/image/2/photos/94/300x300/8/baller.JPG?et=MTY1N41vxTg,vT5pwEPJ+g&amp;amp;nmid=117736129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;why is that? you might ask&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;p&gt;well, it is becoz my little soldier, Kyle was nowhere to be found... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday, his grandmom, Lola Amy, (my mom actually) informed me that she'll be taking my darling Kyle to our hometown, Pangasinan, so he could meet his grandlolo, my father, Ernie who just arrived from United States.. &lt;s&gt;wow, dami pasalubong!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the last time my Tatay saw Kyle was when he was only 7 months old.. of course, i let him go with my mom coz Kyle had always wanted to meet his lolo.. &lt;s&gt;lagi ko lang kasi kinukwento sa kanya ang Tatay kong kalbo.. sshhh.. baka magalit si Tatay, pero oo, wala na sya buhok eh.. Lols :)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;anyway, i was really sad nung walang sumalubong sa akin sa gate ng bahay namin.. usually kasi, my son, Kyle would be waiting for me there and when he sees me, he will spread his arms so wide and he'll greet me with a very sweet "&lt;em&gt;Mommy, yehey!!&lt;/em&gt; greeting.. then he'll look for my pasalubong &lt;em&gt;(candy, doughnuts, chocolates, muffins, etc..) &lt;/em&gt;and we'll eat in the kitchen.. &lt;p&gt;but last night, i just went straight to my room and change my clothes and hugged Kyle's SpongeBob pillow.. apparently, his hotdog pillows were not there so I assumed that Kyle brought them.. then i went to my youngest son, Kian's bed and saw him sleeping soundly already, clutching his Barney bear.. his yaya said Kian was very active &amp;amp; malikot the whole day that's why he easily got tired and slept early.. &lt;p&gt;ahh. i miss Kyle already... good thing, my hubby texted me a while ago that we'll be spending our weekend in Pangasinan.. yipeee! dalwang tulog na lang, i'm gonna see my boy again.. and two nights na lang, i'm gonna see my father again! yipeee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-820590861477480260?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/820590861477480260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=820590861477480260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/820590861477480260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/820590861477480260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2008/12/missin-my-little-boy.html' title='missin&amp;#39; my little boy...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-7469866145080301957</id><published>2008-10-08T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T02:02:31.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a mom's moment</title><content type='html'>last Friday night, &lt;a href="http://seereenna.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marina &lt;/a&gt;and I went to SM Clark to be part of the grand 3-day sale.. even though our wallets and pockets don't have much dinero's in them, our hearts were filled with joy and our faces were beaming because we have ended up our almost disastrous day with a smile..  &lt;p&gt;hand-in-hand we trotted around the mall and passed by the boutiques that had big SALE signs in every corner. we were in high spirits as we hummed along with the Christmas songs being played on air.. truly, the Yuletide season is near.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;if there's something that binds me &amp; marina together, that is our passion for reading.. so needless to say, we went to our two favorite bookstores to fill up our inquisitive minds - National Bookstore &amp; Booksale.. they're on SALE too, so automatically, we joined the bandwagon of bookworms who were busy reading in between aisles.. Marina bought some books for herself and for her niece.. i did the same. i got myself a Harlequin romance book which i hoped to finish during the weekend. and oh! i was glad to see Disney Books for kids!! i decided to buy two Learning Lessons from Pooh &amp; Friends. i told myself, Kyle will surely love these thick picture-filled story books.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;when i got home, two li'l "power-masked men" approached me and said, "Hello mommy, welcome back!" apparently, my cousin, Colleen bought two Power Rangers mask which my kids donned on their faces. when i removed their masks, they kissed me immediately and hugged me.. aahhh.. the joy of motherhood..  &lt;p&gt;anyway, after we had our dinner, i asked Kyle to enter my room because i got a gift for him. i told him to open my bag and see what was in it.. gladly, he unzipped my bag and he lovingly took out the two Disney books i brought him.. i thought, he would just walk away with those books.. but alas! in one s&lt;a href="http://www.cuddlecards.com/ccimages/brown_sugar_baby_hugs-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px;WIDTH: 148px;CURSOR: hand;" height="177" alt="" src="http://www.cuddlecards.com/ccimages/brown_sugar_baby_hugs-1.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wift motion, li'l Kyle wrapped his arms around me, hugged me so tightly for about 20 seconds.... then he uttered the magical words, &lt;em&gt;"Thank you for the books Mommy, I love you!"... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;he didn't let me go. he kept hugging me until i was literally out of breath.. i told him i'd buy him more books if he will lend some to his li'l bro, Kian.. Kyle smiled so sweetly and said, &lt;em&gt;"syempre po, love ko din sya eh"&lt;/em&gt; then he kissed me again.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that night, i slept soundly beside my two kids. i was actually teary eyed before i finally succumbed to my dreams.. deep inside, i was really ecstatic.. before i closed my eyes, i told myself, "&lt;em&gt;oh what a joy it has been. " &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-7469866145080301957?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/7469866145080301957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=7469866145080301957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/7469866145080301957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/7469866145080301957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2008/10/mom-moment.html' title='a mom&amp;#39;s moment'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-7719495827453971969</id><published>2008-09-28T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T01:42:22.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyle's Picnic Party</title><content type='html'>last 18th of September, my family celebrated our panganay - &lt;b&gt;Kyle's 3rd birthday &lt;/b&gt;- Picnic style!  &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SOB9mM6w9NI/AAAAAAAAAkM/jHx4gQY15d8/s1600-h/picnic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251335260770202834" style="FLOAT: right;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px;CURSOR: hand;" height="105" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SOB9mM6w9NI/AAAAAAAAAkM/jHx4gQY15d8/s200/picnic.JPG" width="162" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we were supposed to do it at home, but Kyle insisted on playing outside with his brother... then i remembered the perfect place where he can go around &amp; chase his brother away, without bumping into our appliances &amp; other breakable objects.. i told my husband, "why don't we try celebrating Kyle's big day at the Clark picnic grounds? " my hubby nodded in approval and soon, everyone in the house packed their things &amp; in an hour, we were there at Clark...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SOCLC1qHxwI/AAAAAAAAAks/Kt03gkjp27s/s1600-h/picnicers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251350046393747202" style="FLOAT: left;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px;CURSOR: hand;" height="106" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SOCLC1qHxwI/AAAAAAAAAks/Kt03gkjp27s/s200/picnicers.JPG" width="148" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;other family members present in the event are my sisters - Jean &amp; Weng, brother - Jonas, my mom, cousin Colyn, and my sister's boyfriend, Aldin. mom cooked pancit &amp; minced pork in tomato sauce.. my brother made jelly salad while me &amp; hubby bought Kyle's favorite chocolate birthday cake... we ate our hearts out during lunch under the shady trees &amp; cool ambiance.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;there were already a few families having their own picnic bondings at that time. some were already eating while others were horse-back riding.. Kyle's eyes grew big when he saw a horse up close! at first, he was kind of afraid, but when the Korean lady told us that the stag was harmless, i let him go near it and he smiled with glee.. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;after lunch, the &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SOCFTFLXXjI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Lo_tiAk1BT0/s1600-h/picnic+hero.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251343728367853106" style="FLOAT: left;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px;WIDTH: 174px;CURSOR: hand;HEIGHT: 135px;" height="125" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SOCFTFLXXjI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Lo_tiAk1BT0/s200/picnic+hero.JPG" width="160" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kids, Kyle &amp; Kian, ran freely through the open area.. these &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SOCJ45zGKCI/AAAAAAAAAkk/2qzkzJJGm-Y/s1600-h/picnic+boy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251348776194811938" style="FLOAT: right;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px;CURSOR: hand;" height="124" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SOCJ45zGKCI/AAAAAAAAAkk/2qzkzJJGm-Y/s200/picnic+boy.JPG" width="160" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kids had so much energy, that i was actually breathless in just a few minutes after chasing them around.. Kyle was game in taking pictures.. he would pose any way he wants... he was simply adorable, especially when he did his usual Superman stunt... Kian, on the other hand, was a little shy when i take pictures of him, but i was able to capture some of his irresistable candid shots.. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;the adults, on the other hand, had their hands full, too.. full of chess pieces, that is! Hubby brought our glass chess set and he played alongside with my brother, Jonas, soon-to-be brother-in-law, Aldin and my cousin Colyn. my sister Jean was busy capturing video moments on her cellphone while I rented a bicycle with side car so we can go around the grounds.. i considered biking as part of my slimming-down regiment, so it was a good exercise for me! my legs were aching a little but i enjoyed every minute of it. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;it was already past 5 pm when we decided to call it a day.. the kids, although exhausted, were smiling from ear to ear when we got home.. Kyle told me that he wants to go to the picnic grounds again &amp; ride the horse.. i told him that if he's going to be a beaved kid and if he will not be a "pasaway" until christmas, i might just allow him to ride the horse :)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;truly, it has been a very special day for my kids &amp; for all of us!.. :)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251352607364364050" style="DISPLAY: block;MARGIN: 0px auto 10px;CURSOR: hand;TEXT-ALIGN: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SOCNX6BGNxI/AAAAAAAAAk0/KROfp2gTzYo/s200/picnic+run.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-7719495827453971969?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/7719495827453971969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=7719495827453971969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/7719495827453971969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/7719495827453971969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2008/09/kyle-picnic-party.html' title='Kyle&amp;#39;s Picnic Party'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SOB9mM6w9NI/AAAAAAAAAkM/jHx4gQY15d8/s72-c/picnic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-403466582248284746</id><published>2008-09-02T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T01:12:50.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dora!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SL5G-yhmyWI/AAAAAAAAAio/0qE8tCbdc94/s1600-h/Dora-The-Explorer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241705060834396514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SL5G-yhmyWI/AAAAAAAAAio/0qE8tCbdc94/s200/Dora-The-Explorer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;DuDuDuDo Dora (Alright!)&lt;br /&gt;DuDuDuDoDora (giggle)&lt;br /&gt;DuDuDuDoDora (Let's Go)&lt;br /&gt;Dora Dora Dora the Explorer&lt;br /&gt;DORA!!&lt;br /&gt;Boots is super cool&lt;br /&gt;Explore with Dora&lt;br /&gt;(We need your help)&lt;br /&gt;Grab your backpack&lt;br /&gt;Lets Go!&lt;br /&gt;Jump In!&lt;br /&gt;Vamonos!&lt;br /&gt;You can lead the Way&lt;br /&gt;HEY! HEY!&lt;br /&gt;DuDuDuDora DuDuDuDora...&lt;br /&gt;Swiper no Swiping&lt;br /&gt;Swiper no Swiping&lt;br /&gt;(Oh man!)&lt;br /&gt;Dora the Explorer!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ladies and gents... nope, i'm not having my second childhood just yet... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but this song just keeps on playing on my head!!! for two days!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes, for two days now, my sons won't allow me to touch the Remote Control because they don't want their DVD-viewing habit be interrupted.. &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://clairetuts.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SL5FkwoKCtAAAF2@9iM1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes, for two days, i haven't watched a single program on TV because my son, Kyle won't permit me.. and even if i tell him that it's already way past their bed time, he would always have the last say.. or should i say, the last "cry"! yes, he would cry so loud that my eardrums would break.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahhhh...i guess i have to buy a new TV set so i can watch my favorite telenovelas... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, 'nuff fretting.. one thing i like about Dora is that my kids now know how to speak a li'l spanish like, &lt;em&gt;"Salta", "Abre", "Arriba", "Larga",&lt;/em&gt; among others.. and what really makes me laugh out loud is when i say, "Swiper no Swiing!" my two sons would flick their finger and simultaneoul\sly say, &lt;em&gt;"OH MEN!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;thanks Dora!! i guess i can say that &lt;strong&gt;"You Really Did It!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-403466582248284746?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/403466582248284746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=403466582248284746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/403466582248284746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/403466582248284746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2008/09/dora.html' title='dora!!!'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SL5G-yhmyWI/AAAAAAAAAio/0qE8tCbdc94/s72-c/Dora-The-Explorer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-4586327161596144616</id><published>2008-08-20T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:16:20.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>starstruck kay Jollibee!</title><content type='html'>Nung Linngo ay brown-out sa aming lugar mula alas-sais ng umaga hanggang alas-dos ng hapon. upang maibsan ang init ng panahon at nagpasya kaming magliwaliw at magpahangin sa malapit na mall. &lt;p&gt;nagtungo kami sa Amusement area at sumakay ang aking mga anak sa lahat ng rides na ninais nila. bump cars, mini-carousel, speed bike at kung anu-ano pa. syempre, sobrang saya ng aming mga chikiting. di mapawi ang ngiti sa knilang mga mukha.. kaaya-aya silang tingnan.. &lt;p&gt;kinatanghalian ay nagtungo kami sa Jollibee upang mapunan ang aming nangangalam na tiyan. tuwang-tuwa ang mga bata dahil paborito nila ang malaking bubuyog na may malaking puwet.. ngunit nalubos nang lalo ang kanilang tuwa nang makita nila ang mismong mascot ng Jollibee! &lt;p&gt;nagkataon kasi na merong kaarawan na pinagdiriwang sa event room ng nasabing fast food chain, kaya naman ang daming mga bata.. at nang maulinigan namin na espesyal na panauhin si Jollibee, di na tinapos ng aking panganay yung spaghetti sa kanyang plato dahil nagmamadali syang hanapin si Jollibee.. &lt;p&gt;at nang makita ito ni Kyle, abot tenga ang ngiti ng aking anak.. di magkamayaw ang kanyang kanang kamay sa pagwagayway, para mapansin sya ng malaking bubuyog... ilang sandali lamang at nakita sya nito at tuwang tuwang yumakap si Kyle kay Jollibee.. di pa nakuntento, nakipag-apir pa ito sa kanya at humalik sa mascot.. &lt;p&gt;at dahil sa nasilayan, gumaya na rin ang aking bunso. nagpabuhat sya sa kanyang tiyuhin at nagpayakap kay Jollibee.. at humalik din ito sa napakalaki nitong pisngi... &lt;p&gt;nang umalis na si Jollibee, tinanong ko si Kyle: &lt;em&gt;"bebe, niyakap ka ni Jollibee! ano sabi mo sa kanya?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;tiningnan lang ako ng aking anak at biglang ngumiti.. ganun pa rin sya makalipas ang ilang segundo.. di nya sinasagot ang mga tanong ko.. nakangiti syang nakatingin sa kawalan. &lt;p&gt;na-starstruck pala ang aking panganay! habang patuloy sa pagsigaw ng "Jabee!" ang aking bunsong si Kian, si Kyle naman ay natulala.. speechless, kungbaga..hanggang sa makasakay kami sa kotse ay nakangiting nakatingin sa kung saan ang aking anak.. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://clairetuts.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/69/9"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" height="174" src="http://images.clairetuts.multiply.com/image/3/photos/69/300x300/9/aa33.jpg?et=HCkmJ3qGbIqN6+5y+UHEIA&amp;amp;nmid=85316549" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nung nakauwi na kmi ng bahay, dun pa lang niya ako sinabihan nang, &lt;i&gt;"Mommy, si Jollibee, ang laki puwet!! si Jollibee, ang laki ng mata at kamay!! ang laki nya, Mommy!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tunay ngang napuno ng kasiyahan ang mukha ng aking mga munting anghel. Oo't madalas kaming kumain sa naturang fast food chain.. Oo't may laruan na silang Jollibee doll.. pero aking napagtanto, di pa rin matatawaran nito ang sayang dulot ni Jollibee sa aking mga supling.. maraming salamat sa yo, malaking bubuyog!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-4586327161596144616?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/4586327161596144616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=4586327161596144616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/4586327161596144616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/4586327161596144616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2008/08/starstruck-kay-jollibee.html' title='starstruck kay Jollibee!'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-6434949052175418011</id><published>2008-05-28T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:15:08.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>commercial muna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SD5WEOErzRI/AAAAAAAAAg0/hi7pzxmj5gQ/s1600-h/kakay.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205692849784081682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SD5WEOErzRI/AAAAAAAAAg0/hi7pzxmj5gQ/s320/kakay.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; what does KC Concepcion, Iya Villania andJulia Barreto have in common? &lt;p&gt;well, obviously, they're all superstars in their own right.. aside from that, these 3 gals are beautiful, talented and telegenic.. &lt;p&gt;and ironically, all of them are endorsers of Palmolive Shampoo.. &lt;p&gt;case in point: my sons, Kyle and Kian, are actually in love with these ladies.. and they are not even 3 years old yet! &lt;s&gt;and oh! we're not actually using that shampoo brand! sowee..&lt;/s&gt; you see, whenever we watch tv, my kids would just scamper around, run like mad men, make mess in the kitchen, knock on doors, bump on tables.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT... whenever they hear the commercial jingle of Palmolive, these two young men would run as fast as they can until they are in front of the tv.. and then they will just sit there, look mesmerized, and grin like two kids who were given lollipops.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and my panganay would say the following: &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SD5mYeErzSI/AAAAAAAAAg8/_SWvFZbaCtY/s1600-h/mix.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205710789862477090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SD5mYeErzSI/AAAAAAAAAg8/_SWvFZbaCtY/s320/mix.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on KC's commercial: &lt;em&gt;Mommy, KC is beautiful! (&lt;/em&gt;and the bunso would open his mouth and say "&lt;em&gt;KC&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;bootipul!")&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on Iya's commercial: (memorized ang line) &lt;em&gt;Join the Shining Circle of Ten, batch 2008!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on Julia's commercial&lt;em&gt;: Mommy, di ba nasa Kokey sya? danda nya no?&lt;/em&gt; (my son was &lt;a href="http://claire2kitty.blogspot.com/2007/09/ok-ka-kokey.html"&gt;a big fan of Kokey!&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and then they would continue what they were previously doing once another commercial sets in.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;uh-oh.. an inner voice is telling me that there's something fishy going on.. could they be???.... ahh.. nah! they're just kids! yes... my kids.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after a days work.. after 9 stressful hours, seeing my kids smile is enough to keep me alive again.. but when they see those 3 ladies on tv, they just ignore me !!! :) &lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. thanks to Vhiel for the free framed layout for Kyle (first pic above)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-6434949052175418011?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/6434949052175418011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=6434949052175418011' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/6434949052175418011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/6434949052175418011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2008/05/commercial-muna.html' title='commercial muna'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SD5WEOErzRI/AAAAAAAAAg0/hi7pzxmj5gQ/s72-c/kakay.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-1551582218431304913</id><published>2008-05-28T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:59:37.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scrapped!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;whiling away the wee hours of morning.. had nothing to do at the office, except to eat, drink, browse &amp; sleep.. hahaha.. so lame.. actually, i finished early today so there's nothing else to do,  since no more work load was dumped on my pod.. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;so here i am.. doing one thing i love doing at home.. scrapbooking.. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, i do scrapbooks at our house when there's time. i do personalized ones, customized, drawn, stenciled, pasted...i love cutting off letters and pictures from the magazines, tweak them a little with our pix and viola! instant scrapbook! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;but now, i decided to give it a shot on online scrapping.. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;here are my futile attempt to do scrapworks.. very amateurish, i must say.. i know i can never be as great as my good friend,&lt;a href="http://canofthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt; vhiel&lt;/a&gt;.. her master pieces are awesome.. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;but mine... hmmm.... oh well, at least i tried! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SD4a3uErzKI/AAAAAAAAAf8/doeHGY2lfBU/s1600-h/kai.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205627763849677986" style="CURSOR: hand; " height="136" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SD4a3uErzKI/AAAAAAAAAf8/doeHGY2lfBU/s200/kai.bmp" width="200" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SD4a4OErzLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/xMdJNltvYko/s1600-h/kian.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205627772439612594" style="CURSOR: hand; " alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SD4a4OErzLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/xMdJNltvYko/s200/kian.bmp" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SD4a4OErzMI/AAAAAAAAAgM/-AtH_bRxnGA/s1600-h/kids.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205627772439612610" style="CURSOR: hand; " alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SD4a4OErzMI/AAAAAAAAAgM/-AtH_bRxnGA/s200/kids.bmp" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SD4a4eErzNI/AAAAAAAAAgU/PWfeYuwp0wk/s1600-h/kyle.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205627776734579922" style="CURSOR: hand; " height="183" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SD4a4eErzNI/AAAAAAAAAgU/PWfeYuwp0wk/s200/kyle.bmp" width="200" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SD4a4eErzOI/AAAAAAAAAgc/TGlGoXSyUHM/s1600-h/mumkian.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205627776734579938" style="CURSOR: hand; " alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SD4a4eErzOI/AAAAAAAAAgc/TGlGoXSyUHM/s200/mumkian.bmp" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;hehehe.. special thanks to vhiel, quickinspirations, hannahdesigns.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-1551582218431304913?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/1551582218431304913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=1551582218431304913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/1551582218431304913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/1551582218431304913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2008/05/scrapped.html' title='scrapped!'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SD4a3uErzKI/AAAAAAAAAf8/doeHGY2lfBU/s72-c/kai.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-190756009627527512</id><published>2008-05-18T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:16:59.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my inanimate BFFs</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://clairetuts.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/48/1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 189px" height=169 src="http://images.clairetuts.multiply.com/image/7/photos/48/300x300/1/belle,%20my%20teddy%20bear%20bag.jpg?et=8SGjjFXgBlZq7W6ah07rOQ&amp;nmid=50964863" width=252 border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;"Have you ever named or befriended an inanimate object? What did you call it?"&lt;/EM&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;i got this question from &lt;A href="http://www.livejournal.com/"&gt;LJ's Daily Writer's Block&lt;/A&gt; and somehow, i had this urge to answer the daily meme.. actually, while typing this, i am looking at my favorite inanimate thing which i named Belle..  &lt;P&gt;yes, that's Belle, my teddy bag.. my BFF.. Belle and I had come a long way.. she's actually a gift from my mom, which my nanay bought December of 2003. Nanay knows i love teddy bears and i have a collection og bag, that's why she got them for me.  &lt;P&gt;Belle has been there eversince and i kept her even after i got married and gave birth to my two sons.. i actually handed her down (pinamana) to my sons but i still use the bag here at work.. i think i just can't take her away from me.. Belle has become my bestest best thing-friend.  &lt;P&gt;actually, i had lots of stuffs at home which have names.. yes, i name my things.. i consider talking to them as a way to express myself when no one wants to listen to me.. if there's something i want to say, i tell it to my pillow, or to my bears.. i tell them my emotion, they listen to me, they know my joys and pains.. they're my mute witnesses but loyal companions..&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;as i've said, i have this teddy bear collection &lt;S&gt;and Hello Kitty stuffed toys and pillows &lt;/S&gt;(some i received as gifts from my ex-boyfriends and former classmates) and all those teddies have names. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;the very first stuffed toy i got is Ernie (from Sesame Street) which my father (whose name is also Ernie) gave me.. sorry, i no longer have a picture of him..&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;then there's Marsha, Blue Kitty, Pink Kitty, Donita, Chloe, Tommy, Pooh and Clark. now these stuffed toys are in my closet but from time to time, my kids play with them. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;Here's Kian playing with Pooh.. obviously, he's Winnie the Pooh!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://clairetuts.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/57/62.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.clairetuts.multiply.com/image/6/photos/57/300x300/62.jpg/kian5.jpg?et=6uoZWod7pNhUIAFDDsfurg&amp;nmid=56985612" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;and here he is sleeping while cuddling Chloe.. &lt;S&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Chloe is the last gift i received from my ex-bf. Her original name was Donita but i decided to change it to Chloe.. I also have a male version of this one, which i named Tommy, because that bear was the prize that me and my ex won in the Tom's World Arcade center..&lt;/EM&gt;   &lt;/S&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://clairetuts.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/63"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.clairetuts.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/300x300/63/Hug_c_te.jpg?et=6ANKmS2TtHGTQrD0mDPT8w&amp;nmid=46194940" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;  &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;this one's Marsha.. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://clairetuts.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/43/17"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.clairetuts.multiply.com/image/6/photos/43/300x300/17/Image(37).jpg?et=aO62dIsxEBTzyevdhhcNLw&amp;nmid=49703049" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://clairetuts.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/46/12"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;  &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;and Santa Shooo...&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://clairetuts.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/50/15"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.clairetuts.multiply.com/image/4/photos/50/300x300/15/pooh,%20bear%20&amp;%20kian.jpg?et=0c+uP,DVVjfs8J+aIWZeQA&amp;nmid=52862947" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;  &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;oh.. what do we got here.. a vintage pic (of me) cuddling DD - (Donald Duck).. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://clairetuts.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/59/2"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.clairetuts.multiply.com/image/7/photos/59/300x300/2/bata%20pa%20ko%20d2.jpg?et=RnYIO9tq7vS5DXe2lRzA2g&amp;nmid=56995386" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;  &lt;P&gt;the other bears and Hello Kitties (Blue &amp; Pinky) don't have pics.. :(  &lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://clairetuts.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/57/63.jpg"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignright src="http://images.clairetuts.multiply.com/image/6/photos/57/300x300/63.jpg/kian6.jpg?et=yVS2cCc1BzaR1rUbtqlZAg&amp;nmid=56985612" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;and the biggest teddy bear of them all, &lt;EM&gt;Clark Kent..&lt;/EM&gt;actually, he has a Superman costume, when we bought this teddy bear, but due to constant "wrestling" with my kids, the costume was torn so i had to undress Clark Kent.. :) my cousin, Colleen put the pink ribbon around his neck. it was supposed to be blue but we were not able to find any blue ribbon at home.. see Kian's facial expression? he was actually scared when i put him above Clark, he thought the bear would eat him.. hehehe.. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-190756009627527512?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/190756009627527512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=190756009627527512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/190756009627527512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/190756009627527512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-inanimate-bffs.html' title='my inanimate BFFs'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-354911817485955536</id><published>2008-05-15T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T01:27:48.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the little things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;The Little Things&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;BR&gt;As you might know, the head of a company survived 9/11 because his son started kindergarten.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Another fellow was alive because it was his turn to bring donuts.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;BR&gt;One woman was late because her alarm clock didn't go off in time.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike because of an auto accident.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;One of them missed his bus.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;One spilled food on her clothes and had to take time to change.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;One's car wouldn't start.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;One went back to answer the telephone.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;One had a child that dawdled and didn't get ready as soon as he should have.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;One couldn't get a taxi.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;The one that struck me was the man who put on a new pair of shoes that morning, took the various means to get to work but before he got there, he developed a blister on his foot. He stopped at a drugstore ! to buy a Band-Aid. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;That is why he is alive today.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;Now when I am stuck in traffic, miss an elevator, turn back to answer a ringing telephone...all the little things that annoy me.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;I think to myself, this is exactly where God wants me to be at this very moment..&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;Next time your morning seems to be going wrong, the children are slow getting dressed, you can't seem to find the car keys, you hit every traffic light, don't get mad or frustrated;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;                     God is at work watching over you.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;May God continue to bless you with all those annoying little things and may you remember their possible purpose.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;Have a great weekend, everyone! &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-354911817485955536?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/354911817485955536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=354911817485955536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/354911817485955536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/354911817485955536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-things.html' title='the little things...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-3933067278583798447</id><published>2008-05-08T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T00:31:46.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the sunny patch friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://media.nelvana.com/uploads/Shows/ShowCircles/Miss%20Spider's%20Sunny%20Patch%20Friends%20(Series)/miss_spider_series.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://media.nelvana.com/uploads/Shows/ShowCircles/Miss%20Spider's%20Sunny%20Patch%20Friends%20(Series)/miss_spider_series.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; a week ago, during our lunch break at the office, my sister, Jean went to Parkson to shop for her personal stuffs. i told her to buy a baby shampoo for my kids, as i was not able to join her shopping spree.  &lt;P&gt;when she got back at work, she gave me a very large box instead. i asked, "What's this?" &lt;P&gt;Jean told me, "it's my gift for your little kids.. but don't open them yet until Kyle arrives, okay?!" that time, my Guapong Kyle was with his lola in Pangasinan.. he was to go back home the next day.  &lt;P&gt;however, if you are presented with a large box with a beautiful glossy wrapper, you would be tempted to open it, right? &lt;P&gt;well, let's just day, curiosity killed the cat...but the spider brought him back to life.. &lt;P&gt;yes.. a spider..  &lt;P&gt;the content of the big box was the large doll figure of Squirt, the Spider son of Miss Spider from the Sunny Patch Friends.. here he is:  &lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/219Y5EPB39L._OU01_SS160_.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/219Y5EPB39L._OU01_SS160_.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;  &lt;P&gt;my baby Kian loved it. he hugged this bug and even kissed it! thanks so much dear sister! &lt;P&gt;the box also included a dvd of Miss Spider's Sunny Patch Friends*, which is a lush 3D CGI series about Miss Spider, her family, and a world filled with bugs of all shapes, sizes and colours. The series encourages kids to appreciate the differences in others and promotes acceptance, as it takes preschoolers on pint-sized adventures in a ‘big’ little bug world. Home to Bounce, Squirt, Shimmer and Dragon, in addition to a fascinating assortment of hoppers, flyers and creepy crawlers, Sunny Patch is a whimsical, miniature land of delight that is a metaphor for a child’s world.  *tv series info from nelvana.com*&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-3933067278583798447?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/3933067278583798447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=3933067278583798447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/3933067278583798447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/3933067278583798447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunny-patch-friends.html' title='the sunny patch friends'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-2039310046198502069</id><published>2008-04-24T21:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:58:48.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meet my precious darlings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;being with my kids is always like a breath of fresh air..a breeze.. something really worth spending with..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;whenever i go home, my kids, almost-3-year old Kyle &amp;amp; 1-year-old-Kian, would race towards me, then they'll open their arms, reach out for me and scream "&lt;em&gt;Mommy! Mommy!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i would squeeze them both and scoop them in my arms.. yes, i'm like Wonder Woman! i can carry them with both arms eventhough they weigh 15 kilos and 12 kilos respectively.. then i'll kiss them both on their cheeks.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;afterwards, i'll put them down and then Kyle will get me a pair of slippers and will tell me, &lt;em&gt;"Mommy, sit down.."&lt;/em&gt; and i will be glad to oblige.. in a minute, my feet will feel warm and comfy.. for his reward, i'll scoop him up in my arms again and shower him with kisses. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;not to be outdone, little baby Kian will sit on my lap and say, &lt;em&gt;"Mommy, mommy, abyu"&lt;/em&gt; (that means i love you!) and then he'll tickle my ears... ahhh.. heaven!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;once i get dressed, both guys will take me to our living room and Kyle will tell me the events that transpired on that day.. he'll tell me about his bestfriend PJ and his toys, about his psuedo-girflriends Kyla &amp;amp; Denise then he'll ask me to sing and dance "Sayaw Darling" or "Supah Papa Liscious" while my little baby Kian will ask for his milk.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;my kids and i are really close.. but not as close as they are to their father.. you see, both my sons' first word was &lt;em&gt;Daddy!&lt;/em&gt; yeah...during their 8th months, the first word they uttered was &lt;em&gt;Daddy &lt;/em&gt;and it's only after their first birthday that they were able to say &lt;em&gt;Mommy... &lt;/em&gt;ouch, that kinda hurts! but it's okay with me.. theyre' still kids.. they still don't know which is right and which is wrong.. i'm just happy that as they grow up, they are learning how to love each other, take care of each other and spend time together.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm so proud of Kyle because being the elder child, he already knows how to look out for his little bro.. when he sees Kian playing with his &lt;em&gt;"botoytoy"&lt;/em&gt;, he'll scream at the top of his lungs and say &lt;em&gt;"Babyyyy that's bad!"&lt;/em&gt; and then he'll fly like Superman with his cape on his back and run towards his brother and cover his small &lt;em&gt;totoy &lt;/em&gt;with any piece of cloth.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;aren't they sweet? &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/R9EACrWYx6I/AAAAAAAAAco/L-jKyYlpKWI/s1600-h/magkuya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174917492821772194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/R9EACrWYx6I/AAAAAAAAAco/L-jKyYlpKWI/s200/magkuya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;here's my favorite picture of them together.. that's Kyle carrying his little bro on his back while sitting on the sofa.. from here, you would think they are having a fight, but the truth is, Kyle was guiding his bro on how to put his arms around his neck.. &lt;a href="http://clairetuts.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/43/48.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;my sweet little precious angels, thanks for the happiness you bring to our family.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;you are the reason why Mommy always want to fly home immediately after work.. wabyu, wabyu, koochie-koochies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-2039310046198502069?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/2039310046198502069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=2039310046198502069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/2039310046198502069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/2039310046198502069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2008/04/meet-my-precious-darlings.html' title='meet my precious darlings...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/R9EACrWYx6I/AAAAAAAAAco/L-jKyYlpKWI/s72-c/magkuya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-3878569424859836852</id><published>2008-04-22T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:59:10.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer fun!</title><content type='html'>we'll be having another week-long vacation next week! yipee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our family will be going back to Pangasinan for our annual fiesta- slash -family reunion- slash - beach party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.clairetuts.multiply.com/image/6/photos/9/300x300/15/topview.jpg?et=dOr1dRUOhFvpUIY0mgnt,Q&amp;amp;nmid=45860079"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;see this majestic image of the beach and the resort just beside the ocean? that's where we have been last year! in Covelandia Du Labrador, Pangasinan.. Mom has plans of going to Labrador again this time, but on another resort!! yipee! i'll be donning my Tazmanian kiddie life vest again.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.clairetuts.multiply.com/image/6/photos/9/300x300/15/topview.jpg?et=dOr1dRUOhFvpUIY0mgnt,Q&amp;amp;nmid=45860079" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was soooo happy when her AVP, Marco finally said OK to her offset and leave requests. we're looking forward to lots of summer adventures in her hometown (&lt;em&gt;beach hopping, bangus fest!, house visits, fishing, lots of eating!)&lt;/em&gt;, all that sounds fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;summer, summer, here we come!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-3878569424859836852?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/3878569424859836852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=3878569424859836852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/3878569424859836852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/3878569424859836852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2008/04/summer-fun.html' title='summer fun!'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-4917222980303558385</id><published>2008-04-13T23:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:17:44.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ewww...</title><content type='html'>The phone rang while I was feeding my youngest boy.. we were in my in-laws’ house. My son, Kyle (who was watching Dora in the living room decided to pick up the phone when he saw me feeding his little bro. “Mommy, ako na lang ha…” I said, okay… &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carried baby Kian on my arms, my left had carrying his baby bottle and then we went to out room. I picked up the extension phone and listened to Kyle.. apparently, it was my Nanay who called. Here’s how their conversation went: &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nanay:&lt;/em&gt; Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kyle&lt;/em&gt;: Hello, Nanay? &lt;em&gt;(my mom wants my kids to call her Nanay instead of Lola)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nanay&lt;/em&gt;: Hello Kyle! Musta pogi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kyle&lt;/em&gt;: Pogi Kian? Nasa ano sya … nasa..karto (kuwarto) kasama Mommy. Drink sya milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nanay&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;em&gt;(realizing that Pogi refers to Kian and Gwapo refers to Kyle) &lt;/em&gt;ahh.. eh si Guwapo, musta na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kyle&lt;/em&gt;: Guwapo Kyle? Ako ito, Nanay! Ako Guwapo Kyle. Guwapo pa rin! (I laughed out loud upon hearing this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kyle&lt;/em&gt;: Mommy? Nasa phone ka rin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;: yes baby.. dinig ko sabi mo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kyle&lt;/em&gt;: Ay Mommy, pano ka pasok dyan? Tago ikaw? &lt;em&gt;(I can’t stop laughing while he was talking at the other end.&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;: Yes, baby, tago ako. Sige talk na kayo ni Nanay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kyle&lt;/em&gt;: (&lt;em&gt;as if he remembered Nanay) &lt;/em&gt;Ay nanay, asan na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nanay&lt;/em&gt;: andito si Nanay sa phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kyle&lt;/em&gt;: Asan ikaw Nanay? Kasama mo Tita Weng?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nanay&lt;/em&gt;: Oo, tsaka si Tito Jonas. Pasyal kami dyan bukas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kyle&lt;/em&gt;: Pasyal ikaw? Dala kayo lilit &lt;em&gt;(maliit)&lt;/em&gt; donut ha? Tsaka Moo.. &lt;em&gt;(chocolate drink)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nanay&lt;/em&gt;: Okay. Eh ano dadalhin ko para kay Kian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kyle&lt;/em&gt;: Yung Wipes Nanay! Kasi pupu Kian kanina. Ambahu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nanay&lt;/em&gt;: Baho? Hugas mo pwet nya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kyle&lt;/em&gt;: No, I don’t like.. Eww! &lt;em&gt;(hahahaha, me and my mom both laughed)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nanay&lt;/em&gt;: Okay, dala ako Wipes. Wala na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kyle&lt;/em&gt;: Wala na po. Ahmishyu Nanay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nanay&lt;/em&gt;: I miss You din KaiKai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kyle&lt;/em&gt;: babay.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(then he put the handset back to its place but I still lifted the (extension) receiver and talked to my mom. In a few minutes, I saw my son entered our room.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kyle&lt;/em&gt;: Mommy, sino kausap mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;: Si nanay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kyle&lt;/em&gt;: oh? Tapos na kami usap? Balik sya phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;: Yes Baby, you want to talk to Nanay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kyle&lt;/em&gt;: No. Ikaw na lang Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;: Okay.. go play with baby Kian.. &lt;em&gt;(he then goes to Kian’s bed and piched his cheeks. Then he had this facial expression – wrinkled eyes and nose) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle&lt;/em&gt;: Eww! Mommy, pupu ulit Kian!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;em&gt;(while saying goodbye to my mom)&lt;/em&gt; Sige po Nay. Thanks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kyle&lt;/em&gt;: Mommy! Come here! Pupu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;: oh, eh naka-diaper naman si baby eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kyle&lt;/em&gt;: Hmp. Baho Kian! Di na sya Pogi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he went out of our room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yan si Kyle, maarteng Kuya Kyle Guwapo.. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Rm5JMvV07yI/AAAAAAAAAOE/m6VMcLOmw3c/s1600-h/me+&amp;amp;+kyle+uli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075074313308401442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Rm5JMvV07yI/AAAAAAAAAOE/m6VMcLOmw3c/s320/me+%26+kyle+uli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-4917222980303558385?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/4917222980303558385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=4917222980303558385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/4917222980303558385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/4917222980303558385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2008/04/ewww.html' title='ewww...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Rm5JMvV07yI/AAAAAAAAAOE/m6VMcLOmw3c/s72-c/me+%26+kyle+uli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-3965012545227042753</id><published>2008-04-02T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T23:48:06.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bahay kubo, kahit buntis...</title><content type='html'>last night, i heard my panganay singing: &lt;em&gt;Bahay Kubo, Kahit Buntis, ang halaman doon, ay sari-sari...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i stopped him. i told him that the song should be &lt;em&gt;bahay kubo, kahit munti..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle said, &lt;em&gt;Mali mommy. buntis yung bahay..&lt;/em&gt; i scratched my head and asked him why. he then showed me a pitcure-drawing of a big house but it is quite plump. one side of the house has straight walls, but the other size looked like zero. if you'll look closely, it more looked like a stick figure of a woman with a big belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;para nga namang buntis yung bahay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my son, still young but he's sooo observant. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-3965012545227042753?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/3965012545227042753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=3965012545227042753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/3965012545227042753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/3965012545227042753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2008/04/bahay-kubo-kahit-buntis.html' title='bahay kubo, kahit buntis...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-984252040136666782</id><published>2008-03-16T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:52:15.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ako si Wonder Woman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://clairetuts.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R949YgoKCtAAABr9Q-g1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" style="WIDTH: 248px; HEIGHT: 159px" height="181" src="http://images.clairetuts.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R949YgoKCtAAABr9Q-g1/wonderwoman.jpg?et=JqHHJzQOG0XHJF7pKlZoWw&amp;amp;nmid=" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;try asking my almost-3-year old son who his superheroes are and this is what he'll answer you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"si WonderMommy and Batman Daddy"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;no kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it all started when i used Justice League as a theme for my first son's first birthday two years ago... Kyle was very happy with our invitation cards that he asked me to keep one and &lt;em&gt;not ever let anyone steal it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;he wore a Superman costume during his big day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;a year later, for my sons' second birthday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;my dear kumare- &lt;a href="http://aniradei.multiply.com/"&gt;Dei &lt;/a&gt;gave me a pair of dvds of Justice League (animated series) and Justice League Unlimited (JLU) as a gift for Kyle... my son couldn't hide his excitement.. he immediately asked his dad to insert the dvd so he can watch his fave superheroes the day after his birthday.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;from episode 1-5, he stayed on his seat without bothering anyone of us.. as if he already understood what he was watching.. he raised his arms when he sees Superman fly, he jumped when he sees Batman swing from one corner to another, and he smiled when he sees Wonder Woman takes out her lasso to catch the villains.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the next day, his JLU marathon continued.. he then memorized already the names of the 7 Justice league founders - &lt;em&gt;Batman&lt;/em&gt; - Bruce Wayne, &lt;em&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;/em&gt; - Diana, &lt;em&gt;Superman &lt;/em&gt;- Clark Kent, &lt;em&gt;Hawk Girl &lt;/em&gt;- Shayira, John Stewart - &lt;em&gt;The Green Lantern&lt;/em&gt;, Wally West - &lt;em&gt;The Flash&lt;/em&gt;, J'onn- &lt;em&gt;Martian Manhunter&lt;/em&gt;...i was surprised because i didn't even know Martian's name back then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;anyway, JLU became an overnight sensation to my kid. after a week of marathon, he started calling me Wonder Woman.. i wondered why.. when i asked my son why he calls me Wonder Woman is, he said, &lt;em&gt;"Wonder Woman is YOU mommy... kasi pareho kayo beautiful and strong and you protect me!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;my heart cried upon hearing this.. he's still a child, but he sees things way beyond his age.. i even couldn't believe what i heard.. i even thought my hubby taught him how to answer, but my husband was adamant that he didn't ever coach our child to say those words.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i then asked my baby, &lt;em&gt;kung si mommy si Wonder Woman, eh sino si daddy?&lt;/em&gt; Kyle simply smiled and said,&lt;em&gt; "syempre, si Batman si Daddy.. kasi pogi!"&lt;/em&gt; my kid really knows how to melt our hearts.. ang bata-bata pa, magaling nang mambola, hehehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;that's why i now heart Wonder Woman too.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-984252040136666782?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/984252040136666782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=984252040136666782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/984252040136666782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/984252040136666782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2008/03/ako-si-wonder-woman.html' title='ako si Wonder Woman...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-1789317360285223775</id><published>2008-03-16T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T02:25:29.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my "panganay" is back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;yes! my dear boy, Kyle is back after a wekk-long vacation in Pangasinan.. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;i really missed him a lot... &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;last week, whenever i got home, i felt incomplete.. like a part of me was missing.. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;it's because Kyle was not there at our doorstep to greet me with open arms.. Kyle was not there to kiss my face.. Kyle was not there to give me a pair of slippers.. Kyle was not there to say &lt;EM&gt;"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy.."&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;but now, i'm as happy as a bee.. the moment i saw Kyle, i grabbed him in my arms and danced like crazy.. he even touched my face and said, "&lt;EM&gt;mommy, lola said i was a good boy and you should give me a kiss"..&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;and i gave him a sloppy kiss on his cheeks and a sweet kiss on his lips...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;never we'll part again.. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;thanks for coming back, kyle.. mwah! daddy, lil bro and i missed you much!.. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.clairetuts.multiply.com/image/2/photos/68/300x300/16/Pintsik.jpg?et=Xk4HVJULQpux6mdlC2d9Ag&amp;nmid=85315370" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-1789317360285223775?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/1789317360285223775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=1789317360285223775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/1789317360285223775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/1789317360285223775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-is-back.html' title='my &amp;quot;panganay&amp;quot; is back..'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-2376546033509794755</id><published>2008-03-12T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T01:32:47.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missin' my kid...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;i'm back at work.. but i'm still not well.. you can still hear occasional "barkings" from yours truly due to cough.. damnit.. i hate it when i'm sick.. i can't do my job well, i cant think well, and i can't talk to anybody else because i'm always coughing.. grrr.. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;anyway, as stated on my &lt;A href="http://clairetuts.multiply.com/journal/item/140/tinatablan_din_pala_ako.."&gt;previous post..&lt;S&gt;(nilagnat po ako) &lt;/S&gt;&lt;/A&gt;i can't help but feel sad because i miss my kids so much...  ahhh.. my precious darlings... … … *sigh*&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;my mom took Kyle for a short vacation in Pangasinan last Saturday..&lt;S&gt; the day i got sick&lt;/S&gt;. every hour from the moment they arrived there, i've been texting them, (my mom and siblings) to check on my little tyke.. whether he ate already, or changed his clothes, took his vitamins, whether he missed me or his dad or his bro… stuffs like that.  &lt;P&gt;so whenever I hear my phone beep, I get giddy and excited at the same time.. my mom would tell me, &lt;EM&gt;“kyle’s sleeping on his stomach, tulo-laway pa!”&lt;/EM&gt; and then my sister would text after an hour, &lt;EM&gt;“ate, kyle’s soooo makulit! He’s running around again..”&lt;/EM&gt; the next day, my brother’s text is: “ate, he’s here at the gate, watching people pass by and he’d say &lt;EM&gt;“ang ganda mo po&lt;/EM&gt;!”…. ahhh.. my little kyle.. I missed him much! &lt;P&gt;last night, i called up my brother, Nash and asked for Kyle.. when kyle grabbed the phone, he screamed &lt;EM&gt;"ay, si mommy!!! mommy, mommy!! amish you" &lt;/EM&gt;and then tears ran down from my eyes..when i told him to come home because i really missed him a lot, he said, &lt;EM&gt;mommy, we'll go to Jollibee again?&lt;/EM&gt; ... i said, &lt;EM&gt;yes baby,,, yes we'll go to jollibee&lt;/EM&gt; and then he gave the phone immediately to his tito Nash and shouted, &lt;EM&gt;uwi na tayo!!!&lt;/EM&gt;... &lt;P&gt;there were butterflies in my stomach after that phone call.. my bunso, Kian looked at me, wondering why i was crying / sniffing.. as if he understood my dilemma, he placed his hands on my shoulder and asked for a hug... i returned his embrace and i told him, &lt;EM&gt;your kuya will be coming home tomorrow.. yipee!!"&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;P&gt;today, i received another text message from my mom.. she said, "&lt;EM&gt;we're here at Siesta, Tarlac, kyle can't wait to be home.. but he insist that we drop by Jollibee first before we head home. see you after work.."&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;P&gt;ahhh.. my sweet little thing! jollibee's forever bestfriend... my mini-me.. my baby kyle's coming home..  &lt;P&gt;yahoooo!! i can't wait to go home!!! &lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.clairetuts.multiply.com/image/2/photos/68/300x300/6/Halu.jpg?et=iiaHcaRwDu7c8owp,iXxhQ&amp;nmid=85315370" border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-2376546033509794755?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/2376546033509794755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=2376546033509794755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/2376546033509794755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/2376546033509794755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2008/03/missin-my-kid.html' title='missin&amp;#39; my kid...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-7843124939737787224</id><published>2008-03-03T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:04:09.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lagnat-laki..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://clairetuts.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/61/10"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 137px" height="143" src="http://images.clairetuts.multiply.com/image/3/photos/61/300x300/10/pls%20pls%20pls.jpg?et=SmqcAXdp9bCYAqtJKDZASQ&amp;amp;nmid=70941291" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wasn't supposed to go to work today because my youngest kid, Kian got sick last Saturday and yesterday.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dunno what caused this, he even threw up all the food and milk he took.. when i inserted the thermometer in his mouth, it read 39°... i really didn't know what to do.. i gave him paracetamol but after an hour, he just got hotter.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i let him sleep the whole day and i never left his side.. his older brother, Kyle also got coughs and colds due to the ever-changing weather situation.. his father took care of him.. he didn't want to take his medicines because he didn't like the taste.. but he really had to take them so he won't get sick.. sooooooper hirap talagang painumin ang mga bata.. i cried when Kyle cried while his father gave him a spoonful of anti-biotics.. huhuhu.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thank God, Kian got well during the afternoon.. yes all he needed was a long sleep. and lots of hugs and kisses from me, his dad and older bro.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now my baby Kian is cheerful again.. love you bebeh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-7843124939737787224?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/7843124939737787224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=7843124939737787224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/7843124939737787224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/7843124939737787224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2008/03/lagnat-laki.html' title='lagnat-laki..'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-3988835525496315400</id><published>2008-01-28T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T01:34:13.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anak ng walastik</title><content type='html'>just want to share something funny that happened to me and my kid when we went out shopping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sunday, i went to Robinson's to shop for our weekly groceries.. i brought my son, Kyle with me. we were happily chatting when we reached the counter to pay for our groceries when this little tyke wearing a Lastikman T-shirt approached my son.. (nakapila din sila sa kbilang lane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the little tyke's name (from what i heard) is francis; he was more or less three years old. yup, a year older than Kyle. . he saw my son helping me push our cart. i guess he got intimidated with my son's super cute smiling face. francis retorted, "mommy, look, he's got a Spiderman slipper" (mommy, oh, yung tsinelas nya, Spiderman..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his mother ignored him so he took one glance at my kid and said, oy, bata, panget spiderman mo... tingnan mo t-shirt ko, Lastikman!" then he threw his arms in the air and made the "kame-hame-wave"... yung style na parang bumubuo ng fireball sa kamay... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh di syempre, ang anak kong pasaway, di nagpatalo... inglesero ang aking little Kyle... he said, "you, panget. i am Power Ranger Red!"  and of course, he waved his arms in the air and posed like a Power Ranger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just smiled sa nakita ko.. pero di uli nagpatalo yung batang Francis. he went to his mom and said, "mommy, he's power ranger daw.. di ba ako si Lastikman?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang reply ng kanyang ina..."oo anak, ikaw si lastikman.. bakit, inaaway ka ba nya? wag mo sya pansinin, si Alingasaw sya.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at nagpanting ang aking mga tenga when i heard her remark... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellow!! alangan namang magpatalo ako noh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told my son (at pinarinig ko sa nanay ng bata), "No Kyle, you are Power Ranger Red and you are better looking than him..."  at tumingin ako sa mag-ina sa harap namin.. sabi ko, "helllo... hindi Alingasaw ang anak ko.. tingnan mo nga, hindi naman madungis ang anak ko.. naliligo ng baby powder yan.. di porke nakasinelas lang sya eh tatawagin mong Alingasaw.. excuseeee me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, my friends.. ang simpleng tuksuhan ng mga bata ay pinatulan ko at nagtaray pa ako.. buti na lang di na nagreact yung mommy nung bata, kasi sila na ang sunod na magbabayad sa counter.. hehehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-3988835525496315400?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/3988835525496315400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=3988835525496315400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/3988835525496315400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/3988835525496315400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2008/01/anak-ng-walastik.html' title='anak ng walastik'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-2588746210839743086</id><published>2008-01-24T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:08:48.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>application form</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Mommy Clare was browsing through her Multiply Contacts page when this Application form from &lt;a href="http://bigsis222.multiply.com/journal/item/342/Application_for_Permission_to_Date_My_Daughter"&gt;Ms. Lea Salonga's site &lt;/a&gt;captured her eye.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's an application for that a guy needs to fill up in order to ask permission to date someone's daughter... all i can say is...ang galeng ng nakaisip nito!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom said he'll definitely ask us, her sons, me &amp;amp; Kian to fill this up before we try to date girls.. waheheheh... read on.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NOTE: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a complete financial statement, job history, lineage, and current medical report from your doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAME&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;_____________________________&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;DATE OF BIRTH&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEIGHT ________ WEIGHT _________ IQ __________ GPA _________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCIAL SECURITY #______________ DRIVERS LICENSE #____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY SCOUT RANK AND BADGES________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME ADDRESS_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CITY/STATE ____________________________ ZIP______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have parents? ___Yes ___No&lt;br /&gt;Is one male and the other female? ___Yes ___No&lt;br /&gt;If No, explain: _______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of years they have been married _________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If less than your age, explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACCESSORIES SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Do you own or have access to a van? __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. A truck with oversized tires? &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;__Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. A waterbed? __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. A pickup with a mattress in the back? __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. A tattoo? __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. Do you have an earring, nose ring, __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;pierced tongue, pierced cheek or a belly button ring? &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(IF YOU ANSWERED 'YES' TO ANY OF THE ABOVE, DISCONTINUE APPLICATION AND LEAVE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY. I SUGGEST RUNNING.) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESSAY SECTION: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 50 words or less, what does &lt;b&gt;'LATE'&lt;/b&gt; mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 50 words or less, what does &lt;b&gt;'DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER'&lt;/b&gt; mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 50 words or less, what does &lt;b&gt;'ABSTINENCE'&lt;/b&gt; mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFERENCES SECTION:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church you attend ___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often you attend ________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When would be the best time to interview your:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father? ____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother? ___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastor? ____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHORT-ANSWER SECTION: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer by filling in the blank. Please answer freely, all answers are confidential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: If I were shot, the last place I would want shot would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: A woman's place is in the:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. What do you want to do IF you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. When I meet a girl, the thing I always notice about her first is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. What is the current going rate of a hotel room? __________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR THAT ALL INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT, NATIVE AMERICAN ANTI TORTURE, CRUCIFIXION, ELECTROCUTION, CHINESE WATER TORTURE, RED HOT POKERS, AND &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="ecyshortcuts"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HILLARY CLINTON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; KISS TORTURE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Applicant's Signature (that means sign your name, moron!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________ ________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Signature Father's Signature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________ ________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Pastor/Priest/ Rabbi State Representative/Congressman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your interest, and it had better be genuine and non-sexual. Please allow four to six years for processing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be contacted in writing if you are approved. Please do not try to call or write (since you probably can't, and it would cause you injury). If your application is rejected, you will be notified by two gentlemen wearing white ties carrying violin cases (you might want to watch your back) . &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prepare yourself, start studying&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daddy's Rules for Dating.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's Rules for Dating&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dad's rules for your boyfriend (or for you if you're a guy):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule One:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're surely not picking anything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Two:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Three:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Four:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a 'Barrier method' of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rule Five:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: 'early.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Six:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Seven:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the &lt;span class="ecyshortcuts"&gt;Golden Gate&lt;/span&gt; Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Eight:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing or holding hands. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, &lt;span class="ecyshortcuts"&gt;tank tops&lt;/span&gt;, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided; movies that feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Nine:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Ten:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my &lt;span class="ecyshortcuts"&gt;Agent Orange&lt;/span&gt; starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-2588746210839743086?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/2588746210839743086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=2588746210839743086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/2588746210839743086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/2588746210839743086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2008/01/application-form.html' title='application form'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-3162355762444186568</id><published>2007-09-16T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:17:26.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>edad: dos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/RuznjNhns9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/1K3sRM70sn0/s1600-h/posing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110714269270782930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/RuznjNhns9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/1K3sRM70sn0/s200/posing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; magdadalawang taon na ang panganay ko.. yehey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle turns two on September 18..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang kelan lang... baby pa lang sya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katabi ko sa pagtulog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinapadede ko mula sa aking "mammary glands" at sa feeding bottle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natututo pa lang na dumapa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang tanging salitang alam bigkasin ay "mamam"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laging umiiyak sa gabi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naglalaro sa crib...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero ngayon, nagbago na ang lahat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa ng binata ang panganay ko.. nakakatuwa sya habang lumalaki.. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Ruzn4thns-I/AAAAAAAAAac/2bbaGs5KmJk/s1600-h/hug+mummy[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110714638637970402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Ruzn4thns-I/AAAAAAAAAac/2bbaGs5KmJk/s200/hug+mummy%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;masyadong malambing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di sya nauubusan ng laway at halik.. tuwing pag-uwi ko ng bahay, hayan na sya, nakataas ang dalawang kamay, naghihintay ng isang malaking yakap.. ang tawag nya dun, "bew hagz"... ibig sabihin, Bear Hugs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dati naghahanap pa sya ng pasalubong sa kin.. madalas inuuwian ko sya ng chuckie.. minsan naman, Marie cookies.. pero ngayon, kahit wala akong dalang pasalubong, nakatingkayad pa rin ang kanyang mga kamay, animo'y sabik na sabik sa yakap ko dahil buong araw kming di nagkita..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napakasaya naming mag-asawa dahil matalino si Kyle.. di biro ang tulad nya na sa murang edad ay napakahilig ng magbasa at magsulat.. syempre, di mo pa maintindihan sulat nya.. understable naman yun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang gustong-gusto ko sa kanya, ay lagi syang nagrerequest ng bedtime story bago sya matulog.. pag nakita nyang tulog na ang bunso nyang kapatid, yayayain naman nya ako sa kwarto nya, kukuha ng kahit anong libro or children's book sa shelf at sasabihin, "Mommy, mommy, rid buk...plisssssss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at magsisimula na akong magkwento ng kung ano-ano tungkol sa mga larawan na nasa book nya.. minsan naman, tuturuan ko sya ng Alpabeto - at abot-tenga ang ngiti pag ginagay na nya ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alam na nya ang letters A-Z.. oo, tama, alam nya yung lahat ng letra.. at pag nasa isang lugar kami na malalaki ang letra ang nasa karatula, tatakbuhin nya yun at sasabhin, "Mommy, Mommy! letter O...Mommy, Mommy! letter B...Mommy, Mommy! Eytz!."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110714784666858482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/RuzoBNhns_I/AAAAAAAAAak/wQtNs0KXIx8/s200/Kai+read.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talagang nakakatuwa pag tama ang bigkas nya at pagkakakilala nya sa mga titik.. minsan, naabutan ko pa nga sya na nagdo-drawing ng malaking letrang O at sabi nya, Mommy, Mommy! O...biyog! (bilog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matals din ang memory ng batang to.. madaling turuan.. alam na nya ang buong pangalan nya.. pag inumpisahan ko ng "My name"... bigla nyang sasabihin ang "is Kayl Damdam P Santuts...(Kyle Adam P Santos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pag sinabi ko ang: sasabihin naman nya:&lt;br /&gt;Mommy Klew (Claire)&lt;br /&gt;Daddy Martz (Marc)&lt;br /&gt;Nanay Mimi (Amy-maternal Lola nya)&lt;br /&gt;Tatay Ening (Erning- maternal Lolo)&lt;br /&gt;Gramma Sheni (Zeny)&lt;br /&gt;Grampa Tuni (Tony)&lt;br /&gt;Lola Mengmeng&lt;br /&gt;Tito DyiDyi (JayJay)&lt;br /&gt;Tita Weng&lt;br /&gt;Yaya Koyin (Coleen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so on and so forth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinaka-natuwa ako nung kelan lang... tinawagan ako ng Yaya nya sa phone.. umiiyak daw kasi si Kyle.. bigla nyang kinuha ang cellfone mula sa Yaya nya at sinabi.."Mommy, Mommy, Koyin payo pwet tsakit".... sabi ko naman, "baka kasi bad ka kaya ka pinalo.. di bale, pag uwi mommy, palo natin si yaya ha.." naintindihan ako ng bata.. biglang sinabi, ".."Mommy, Mommy, biyi, biyi....apul....griyin!" di ko naintindihan ang sinabi nya.. nung kinausap ko si Yaya, ang sabi pala ni Kyle at, Bili, bili apple green!.. hehehe.. bibong bata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/RuzoVthntAI/AAAAAAAAAas/NLSUaTaSEMQ/s1600-h/lovingBros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110715136854176770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/RuzoVthntAI/AAAAAAAAAas/NLSUaTaSEMQ/s200/lovingBros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napakasarap ding magmahal ni Kyle.. love na love nya ang kanyang kapatid na si Kian Mikael.. si Kian na carbon-copy nya nung sya ay sanggol pa.. si Kian na tinatawag nyang "Miko" dahil di nya kayang bigkasin ang Kian o Mikael, kaya ginawa nyang Miko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo, nung una, pasaway si Kyle.. seloso, matampuhin, lalo na nung bagong panganak ako kay bunso.. pero di nagtagal, nakita kong natutuwa na sya sa kanyang kapatid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagi na nya itong tinatabihan sa crib, binabasahan kunwari ng libro at madalas ay niyayakap nya ito.. wala na ang matampuhing Kyle na marunong magmukmok sa kwarto, sisimangot at magbebelat kay Kian.. ngayon, isa na syang mabait na Kuya, malambing at maasikaso.. biruin mo, sya pa ang nag-aabot ng bote ni Kian pag nagugutom na to.. ang sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para sa yo anak ko... ang aking unang anghel...ang aking kawangis... ang aking mahal na Kyle Adam..... nawa'y maging masaya ang pagdiriwang ng iyong ikalawang kaarawan sa Martes, kahit na hindi tayo maghanda ng magarbo... alam ko, peyborit mo si Jollibee, &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/RuzoZ9hntBI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iVO-YczafzE/s1600-h/havurdey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110715209868620818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/RuzoZ9hntBI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iVO-YczafzE/s320/havurdey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kaya naman, asahan mo, bibisitahin natin sya, kasama ng mga kaibigan mo.. doon ay maglalaro tayo hanggang sa mapagod tayo, mabusog at makatulog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish ko na sana ay lumaki ka ng maayos, mabait, mapagmahal sa magulang at kapatid at sa mga nakatatanda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana ay lagi kang masaya, bibo, malayo sa sakit at anumang kapahamakan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana ay dumating ang panahon na ikaw naman ang magtuturo ng mabuting asal sa kapatid mo at mga pinsan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at sana, lumaki kang may takot sa Diyos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maligayang bati, Kyle.. mwahhh!!! Mommy, Daddy &amp;amp; baby Kian love you so much... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-3162355762444186568?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/3162355762444186568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=3162355762444186568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/3162355762444186568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/3162355762444186568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2007/09/magdadalawang-taon-na-ang-panganay-ko.html' title='edad: dos'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/RuznjNhns9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/1K3sRM70sn0/s72-c/posing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717428079457369975.post-8782691424113111459</id><published>2007-07-12T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T19:26:45.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an Afternoon Stroll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/RphY7gbjUOI/AAAAAAAAASY/TXq8X3dvLiM/s1600-h/hug+mummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/RphY7gbjUOI/AAAAAAAAASY/TXq8X3dvLiM/s200/hug+mummy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086913558455996642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww... that's how my son Kyle looked like when i arrived home yesterday.. he was standing by the sari-sari store in front of my neighbor's house, his arms wide open, waiting for my hug and kiss.. isn't he the sweetest thing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this scene is what i always look forward to whenever my shift at work ends. kahit na super pagod ako sa trabaho, alam ko na pag-uwi ko, nariyan ang pamilya ko na magpapawala ng stress at pagod... their kisses always bring a smile to my heart. &lt;em&gt;{kasama na kisses ni hubby dear dun, hihihi..}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/charmedkitty/hintaysapinto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/charmedkitty/hintaysapinto.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i got dressed (pambahay), i took Kyle around the subdivision for our Mommy &amp; Son moment.. we do that every afternoon.. yesterday, we went to his BFF (best friend forever), PJ. Dala ni kyle yung small basket ball nya para may mapaglaruan sila ni PJ.. nakakaaliw nga si Kyle kasi alam nyang kumatok sa pinto.. so katok muna sya.. then nagpose ng konti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagkakita nya kay PJ, inabot nya agad ang bola nya. although Kyle can't talk that much yet, he was able to ask PJ to come out of the gate so they can play ball.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/RpheRAbjUPI/AAAAAAAAASg/FImlf86HNDg/s1600-h/with+pj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/RpheRAbjUPI/AAAAAAAAASg/FImlf86HNDg/s200/with+pj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086919425381322994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang saya nilang tingnan.. kunwari nag-uusap na sila at nagkakaintindihan.. tumango si PJ at nagbalik sa bahay para kunin ang slippers nya.. hinabol sya ng lola nya kasi takbo ito ng takbo.. kami naman ni kyle, nasa labas pa.. chika-chika kunwari.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagbalik ni PJ, tinawag muna nya ako... he said, "tah! kameya! kameya!" &lt;em&gt;{tita, camera, camera! yun ang pagkakaintindi ko}&lt;/em&gt;.. kaya naman kinunan ko sya ng pic.. Mr. Pogi posing daw tawag dun.. sabagay.. cute nga naman syang tingnan... o, hayan, one, two, three, smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Rphh2gbjURI/AAAAAAAAASw/jpkE8ThtEcQ/s1600-h/bff+pj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Rphh2gbjURI/AAAAAAAAASw/jpkE8ThtEcQ/s200/bff+pj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086923368161300754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paglabas ni PJ, (ksama lola nya), pumunta na kmi sa malapit na Kid's Park.. naglaro sila ng bola.. nang magsawa, nagpunta sa swing... tig-isang upuan.. nagswing-swing sila.. Ikokodak ko sana sila uli, kaso, bigla akong naempty battery.. sheesh!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was already past 6pm nung matapos kming maglaro.. hapong-hapo ang panganay ko.. pero alam kong ang saya-saya nya.. it shows in his face.. di mawala ang ngiti.. panay ang halik sa mukha ko.. haayyy.. nakakatuwa talaga!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/RphhnQbjUQI/AAAAAAAAASo/l6DRCVTc4ic/s1600-h/kyle+happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/RphhnQbjUQI/AAAAAAAAASo/l6DRCVTc4ic/s200/kyle+happy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086923106168295682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you dear kyle, thank you for always showing me your sweetest smile.. thank you for always showering me with your kisses.. thank you for always calling me, "Mommy Mommy" even though you do that only to get my attention.. thank you for being a good Kuya to your brother, Kian, eventhough i know that you always get jealous of him when i carry him &amp; kiss him.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bebe kai, remember, Mommy Mommy loves you sooo much.. mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717428079457369975-8782691424113111459?l=kyle-kian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/feeds/8782691424113111459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4717428079457369975&amp;postID=8782691424113111459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/8782691424113111459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4717428079457369975/posts/default/8782691424113111459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2007/07/afternoon-stroll.html' title='an Afternoon Stroll'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/RphY7gbjUOI/AAAAAAAAASY/TXq8X3dvLiM/s72-c/hug+mummy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
