tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141071807094113557.post139062370261537856..comments2024-03-14T19:35:56.585+08:00Comments on LEAVES OF GRACE: Mommy, One More timeGrace D. Chonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13319447529035932808noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141071807094113557.post-67903881864486919752012-08-25T16:43:44.730+08:002012-08-25T16:43:44.730+08:00We need to keep loads of laughter in our life'...We need to keep loads of laughter in our life's briefcase. Otherwise, we go crazy with everything that goes on around us. Thanks for dropping by, Eva! Grace D. Chonghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13319447529035932808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141071807094113557.post-17999070338544167372012-08-25T11:33:08.251+08:002012-08-25T11:33:08.251+08:00Thanking God, that He is the Judge, and He sees ou...Thanking God, that He is the Judge, and He sees our heart. So encouraging, Grace, and what such a good research in your sense of humour. I love it. :)Eva Kristiamanhttp://writersgroups.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141071807094113557.post-81623292466198895532012-08-25T05:59:03.465+08:002012-08-25T05:59:03.465+08:00Hmmm, food for thought, Kapinoyan. You're righ...Hmmm, food for thought, Kapinoyan. You're right, my husband is called Tatay, never Daddy or Papa. LOL I wonder why? Grace D. Chonghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13319447529035932808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141071807094113557.post-83705936688679578012012-08-24T21:49:47.920+08:002012-08-24T21:49:47.920+08:00Whoa! No matter my get-up, I am always called Tata...Whoa! No matter my get-up, I am always called Tatay, and not Daddy even once. I wonder if this is true for all elderly males. Hahaha!Kapinoyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11626919293540050411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141071807094113557.post-23121488324575304882012-08-24T17:34:34.152+08:002012-08-24T17:34:34.152+08:00HI, JP! Mothers are God's wonderful creation. ...HI, JP! Mothers are God's wonderful creation. ;DGrace D. Chonghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13319447529035932808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141071807094113557.post-46153904331233995672012-08-24T17:33:28.565+08:002012-08-24T17:33:28.565+08:00Yay, Adrian says Amah, not Lola. But it won't ...Yay, Adrian says Amah, not Lola. But it won't be long now when all those calling me Nanay or Mommy will call me Lola. Grace D. Chonghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13319447529035932808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141071807094113557.post-71622466182709509012012-08-24T15:07:57.329+08:002012-08-24T15:07:57.329+08:00My mother died of ecclamsia the day I was born. I ...My mother died of ecclamsia the day I was born. I was raised by my grandmama and dad. I don't know why but I really like mothers. =)The Tiger Scribehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15766410763035600212noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141071807094113557.post-26199231766982792502012-08-24T08:19:16.630+08:002012-08-24T08:19:16.630+08:00Haha! Mommy or Nanay is more tolerable. I've b...Haha! Mommy or Nanay is more tolerable. I've been called Lola and seethed inside. But then again, who cares! It sounds better though if Natalie or Joaqui or Charlize were to say it.Yay Padua-Olmedohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05614404721954459529noreply@blogger.com