tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93432982010-01-06T00:13:38.094+08:00A blog about various topics as I learn and read about them including mesothelioma, money making, lung cancer, how to consolidate loans, marriage, babies, living in a third world country and others.piebukohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17712579382479386553noreply@blogger.comBlogger981125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9343298.post-33093751882481423342010-01-05T22:18:00.001+08:002010-01-05T22:20:53.573+08:002010-01-05T22:20:53.573+08:00

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If you ever had lost Mr. Right or Ms. Right, then the movie 500 Days of Summer is for you. It is definitely not a love story, but it is a story of love. It is not your typical romantic films. Yes, it started with boy meets girl and a lot of jumping in between, but it ended with boy meets girl.It touches on destiny versus pure circumstance as well. It is an intriguing piece of work; although

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It has been four years since we said, "I do." It was a roller coaster ride, but it sure hell was fun.It was a really, really good day.It started out with us going swimming with the rest of the Yago clan. Later on, Erbe and I went to Church and had a quiet dinner. I wanted to go to the SJF Annual Reunion. In fact, he dropped me off and I took a peek and said hi to one, but my husband is a

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This doll is a Baby Alive doll. This is what I would have wanted for Christmas if I were 8 years old. Truth be told, I still want this doll for myself. It's expensive. The doll alone costs about 3,000php. What makes this even more expensive is that it has diapers and baby food. The diapers cost about 200php. I wanted to get it for Paige, but it was NOT practical. I couldn't walk away, but

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After two years, we have finally gotten around to painting our room. Yes, it took us two years. We kept finding reasons to hold off painting the walls. I am very good at procrastinating and Erbe is too. So, what can you do. Anyway, I thought it would only take us a day to paint our room. I wanted to do stripes, so it took us a couple of days. There were lots of cursing and "mind the floors,

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My sister suffers from bruxism. We used to share a bed back then and I'd wake up with her grinding her teeth noisily. It can be very irritating. It was so noisy that it awakened me night after night after night.I wanted to cure her off her affliction. I was told by someone that there are two cures for this condition:First, I have to slap her on her sleep when I hear the grinding.Second, I

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I am blogging using my phone. It's difficult - nah, not fun at all. Again,for like the third day in a row, there is no electricity. We're all hanging out on our balcony, trying to beat off the heat. Thank god for december air.I want to go swimming. God. The heat is stifling.I'm a bit worried about something. Oh,well.

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The phone rang at 5 o’clock in the morning. Fortunately, Erbe and I were still awake at that time and we were just talking. We thought we’d ignored the call, but it was insistent, so I answered. It was my father asking Erbe to check something up in the Internet for him.Apparently, he was stripped off his Kuntaw ranks or whatever they call it. He was not notified and he only learned about it

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Reading through some of the world’s famous epitaphs, I wondered how mine would say if I write it and how it would say if others wrote it for me. So, let’s see:Me: Well, that was fun!Erbe: Here lies my wife. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Silence at last!Mommy: This child of mineJust turned deafWhen I told herTo please lay her hands off the ref!She just went aheadAnd did what I prohibitedNow at

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I came across this blog post and I decided to write one myself. After all, this topic makes for a very interesting blog post.The person who first dumped me and the person who first broke my heart are two different persons. The former is still my friend. The latter falls under the what-the-fuck-was-I-thinking category.I first had my heart broken when I was 18 years old. He was this guy that I

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I slept early yesterday evening, so I woke up with a growling stomach. I decided to take a walk and buy something to eat. Erbe was still asleep, so I decided to go on my own. Needless to say, it was a lonely walk. I hate walking alone because I think when I walk. I hate being alone with my thoughts. They can be very depressing. Have you noticed that when you stop doing something that’s

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I haven't been blogging huh? It's surprising I haven't received an email yet asking me why I haven't been updating my blog. So, why haven't you? Busy as well, I presume?Yes, I've been busy. I've also lost my blogging mojo and I have been addicted to that embarrassing show in Channel 2. My addiction has taken on new dynamics. It's actually beyond embarrassing, so I would rather not go into what

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He did give me hell for the post and the pictures. :)So, I compromised with one picture. I wonder if I can get away with this one. He wasn't too pleased with me posting the other picture. Oh, well. :)

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This is a side of Erbe that few people know about. He can be very silly and he's fun to be with because he doesn't mind doing silly and corny stuffs. He doesn't even mind watching Tagalog movies with me. He can drive me to laughing fits. He's still awful with his timing and punchlines, but he can make me laugh with the silly things he does.He doesn't even mind being his daughter's makeup

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I claim credit for their love story and I am so happy that they have been given a miracle - because trust me, a baby is truly a miracle.She's Lourd Yuan Olavides.She'a a gorgeous, gorgeous baby and I fell in-love with her the minute I saw her.

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I’ve learned…that there is a huge difference between being the daughter and being the mother.that parents are not perfect – and the minute you recognize and accept their weaknesses, you start seeing them as humans and not people with superpowers who can kill a monster with just a mere glare.that parents should learn to apologize to their children.that saying “sorry”, “I love you” and “thank you”

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Time: 6:52 AMWet and irritated. It's definitely not a very good morning for me. Oh, it started out right. I woke up at 1 in the morning, watched YouTube vids of PBBDU (I snore my way through the nomination night) and worked. By 5:30, my stomach started grumbling - and so I started nagging Erbe to wake up. I wanted to go to Jollibee, but he wouldn't budge.Hmp, I thought. Huffing, I get dressed

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I just can't stop singing this song!It's a feel-good music. I love Puck's cover. It'll have you swaying and singing along in no time.Oh, sweet Caroline!pap-pap-pap.

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I am effing addicted to Big Brother Double Up. It's embarrassing! Here's how I know I'm effing hooked to the friggin' show.1. I set my alarm clock to wake me up every night in time for PBB.2. I steal from Erbe's load just so I'd be able to vote for House A nominees.3. "Ba? Pirang beses ka nagboto? Grabe baga bawas sa load ko?" 4. I immediately call up Cheryl after every primetime episode to

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My best friend is heartless.She breaks hearts and she doesn’t look back.Kidding!In truth, my bestfriend is far from being cruel or heartless. She actually has a very good heart. I can honestly say that I haven’t met someone as kindhearted as she is. That is, of course, until I’ve met my husband. Anyway, Tin has a pure soul – and that’s the problem.This is why she has left broken hearts in her

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To be honest, I didn’t notice her at first; although it was already obvious that she has the brains of Einstein right from the start. Right off the bat, that’s the first thing one would notice about her. Anyway, it was only after she began arguing with our trainer that I finally noticed her. She is opinionated and intelligent – and she knows her English grammar. In fact, she aced the damn

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