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Hello People! Yes, I am quite glad to say that I'm back! I decided NaNo was too much pressure and I hardly have time these days due to my busy work schedule, so I quit! :) Expect lesser posts from me though, but at least once a week. My grandfather rode the boat to another place yesterday, he had to attend the funeral of his cousin who was in his late 70s. His cousin's cause of death? Hit by a

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 Another Award?! Thanks a bunch Sarah, I loff you for this. :) I am now passing this award to other deserving bloggers who has gifts of writing lovely blog posts. So please take note of the following guidelines when you get this award: Accept the award. Post it on your blog with the name of the person who has granted the award and his or her blog link. Pay it forward to 15 other bloggers

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 I was eleven years old when CherryBlossom saved me from my next near-death accident. One day, I slept over in my bestfriend's house, on the couch, with the windows open, and without a mosquito net. I guess that's where I got bitten. A few days after that, I had fever, off and on for about three days. My grandparents brought me to a clinic for check-up and the doctor advised for me to go to the

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I was about 3-5 years old when CherryBlossom first saved me from a near-death accident. My family was having a nice relaxing visit to the pool; and me and my friend, Cha-cha, was playing in the kiddie pool. To tell you the truth, I don't actually remember everything. It was so long ago. All I know is that somehow, when the adults were taking their showers, me and Cha-cha ended up playing near

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Meet CherryBlossom. He's my bestest friend ever. I haven't seen his face, but I know he's been with me ever since I was born. Yes, CherryBlossom is my Guardian Angel. I don't know for sure what his real name is, but I have named him as such, and he is special to me. I have dubbed him as a 'he', based on sorely nothing but a gut feeling. And I have pictured him as a warrior ever since. He is

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I did not expect this. This is sooo cool! ^^ It's my first. And thank you sooo very very much to you, Sarah for this awesome award! You know, I'd give one to you too if I could but you already have one. :) Do you want to get this award? Here are the simple mechanics. The Rules: Be sure to thank and link back to the person who gave you the award. * Share 7 things about yourself. * Pass the

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Have you ever heard of the saying, 'Don't cry over spilled milk?' Well, my sister did a few days back, literally. She dropped the cup because it was so hot and began wiping it with the rag. We don't know exactly why but when she explained, her face turned into a deep frown and she cried. It was so hilarious, we couldn't help laughing. She curled up and cried. But a few minutes later though, she

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I was compelled to write this. You know why? I couldn't pass up the chance to write on a day that only come by once in a hundred years. Have you all noticed that it's October 10, 2010? Yes people, it's 10/10/10. Yesterday, I brought my kids to the roof to watch the sunrise with me. I want to share with you a few pics. :)   It was nice watching the sunrise from the roof. The change

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My mom used to tell this story to us when we were children. It was about her eldest brother when they were still children, when her youngest brother was still in my grandmother's womb. A beautiful day, and three children were out playing under the sun. Evans, their mother, was mixing warm milk for the young ones, and putting it aside to be drank later. A few minutes passed by and finally, it was

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I have a picture standing here in my Grandmother's house about me when I was a baby. I was lying stomach down on the bed, staring at the camera with big eyes. The story behind that is simple, and has been told to me over and over again. My grandmother says it was the first time I rolled over. So when, she saw this, she grabbed her camera and CLICK! documented my first roll-over photo. It's one of

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Family games are important in a child's life. They look back on it and think of it as happy times/bonding times. Some of the things I remember of my childhood were the times when we'd play "Water water go stop." with my family. The rules are simple, one of you should be the "it" and get blindfolded. Let's say for example's sake that you're the "it". You turn 'round and 'round chanting, "Water

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I was a bit absent for the past few days because I was wondering on what to write about. Well, tonight I just stumbled across this letter my brother wrote in the last page of one of his books. It says as follows (in a rather childish handwriting): Dear God, Please help me get a friend Make the one that touches this book become my friend Please help me not to be bad and mean help me to be a

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Look at those faces. Aren't they simply adorable? Doesn't it make you want to have one of your own? Last night, I was riding the jeepney home from church and I saw a young lady with her child. She was too young to be a mother. And, watching her, I remembered on what I had thought about this issue when I was yet younger. A few years back, when I was about 12 years old, there was a time when I

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Nobody remembers what took place when they were born. They do not remember what their first thought when they opened their eyes to the world was. They do not remember how they took in their strange surroundings and what they had thought about it. Well, the same goes for me. All I know is that one August, I was born into the world. A baby girl, healthy and red, was placed into her

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