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		<title>By: In which I can change your life with my shopping knowledge. Apparently. &#124; hola, isabel</title>
		<link>http://www.holaisabel.com/2007/06/18/741/comment-page-1/#comment-56465</link>
		<dc:creator>In which I can change your life with my shopping knowledge. Apparently. &#124; hola, isabel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 15:16:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] dad was in graduate school while my older brother was also in college. This cut into the household budget and we seemed even poorer then before. This [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] dad was in graduate school while my older brother was also in college. This cut into the household budget and we seemed even poorer then before. This [...]</p>
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		<title>By: In which my parents upcoming trip is scheduled using a spreadsheet &#124; hola, isabel</title>
		<link>http://www.holaisabel.com/2007/06/18/741/comment-page-1/#comment-48353</link>
		<dc:creator>In which my parents upcoming trip is scheduled using a spreadsheet &#124; hola, isabel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2009 16:20:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] areas are those times still in question.  And by &#8220;still in question&#8221; I mean, &#8220;my brother sucks and has yet to inform of us when he&#8217;ll grace us with his presence&#8221;.  (In case [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] areas are those times still in question.  And by &#8220;still in question&#8221; I mean, &#8220;my brother sucks and has yet to inform of us when he&#8217;ll grace us with his presence&#8221;.  (In case [...]</p>
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		<title>By: In which an innocent night out for sushi ends in me having an affair &#124; hola, isabel</title>
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		<dc:creator>In which an innocent night out for sushi ends in me having an affair &#124; hola, isabel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 15:44:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] In which an innocent night out for sushi ends in me having an affairJuly 29th, 2008 @ 7:01 am Babboo and I met my older brother Biff for sushi last night. It was a good evening stuffed full of raw fish, seaweed, chopsticks and sticky rice. There was also some good conversation. Although I do admit that most sentences started with me saying “you’ll never believe who I found on facebook” and ended with Biff saying “I don’t remember that person.” [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] In which an innocent night out for sushi ends in me having an affairJuly 29th, 2008 @ 7:01 am Babboo and I met my older brother Biff for sushi last night. It was a good evening stuffed full of raw fish, seaweed, chopsticks and sticky rice. There was also some good conversation. Although I do admit that most sentences started with me saying “you’ll never believe who I found on facebook” and ended with Biff saying “I don’t remember that person.” [...]</p>
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		<title>By: In which my married friend gets a crush on my gay older brother &#124; hola, isabel</title>
		<link>http://www.holaisabel.com/2007/06/18/741/comment-page-1/#comment-21660</link>
		<dc:creator>In which my married friend gets a crush on my gay older brother &#124; hola, isabel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 17:24:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] A couple of years ago Martie, a good friend of mine, informed me that she was going to the same gym as my older brother. She had briefly met him year prior and had remembered what he looked like. Apparently, he didn’t recognize her as a friend of his sister. Every time I’ve seen Martie since she’s gone to this gym she informs me what my older brother is up to. You know, what he’s wearing (super short shorts) or how he’s wearing his hair now (bald), or what his physic is like (lean and in shape). Blah, blah, blah, I don’t really care. But you know, Martie’s like to keep me up to date, so I let her. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] A couple of years ago Martie, a good friend of mine, informed me that she was going to the same gym as my older brother. She had briefly met him year prior and had remembered what he looked like. Apparently, he didn’t recognize her as a friend of his sister. Every time I’ve seen Martie since she’s gone to this gym she informs me what my older brother is up to. You know, what he’s wearing (super short shorts) or how he’s wearing his hair now (bald), or what his physic is like (lean and in shape). Blah, blah, blah, I don’t really care. But you know, Martie’s like to keep me up to date, so I let her. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: In which I must date Winnie Cooper &#124; hola, isabel</title>
		<link>http://www.holaisabel.com/2007/06/18/741/comment-page-1/#comment-20948</link>
		<dc:creator>In which I must date Winnie Cooper &#124; hola, isabel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 16:20:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] In which I must date Winnie CooperApril 24th, 2008 @ 7:01 am While my parents were in town for Babboo&#8217;s birthday, my mom was able to meet my older brother and his boyfriend for lunch. My mom said she was really impressed with his boyfriend. She said he was just a really nice guy with a &#8220;firm handshake&#8221;. (I&#8217;m not really sure what that means in this day and age. Do people even still shake hands?) [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] In which I must date Winnie CooperApril 24th, 2008 @ 7:01 am While my parents were in town for Babboo&#8217;s birthday, my mom was able to meet my older brother and his boyfriend for lunch. My mom said she was really impressed with his boyfriend. She said he was just a really nice guy with a &#8220;firm handshake&#8221;. (I&#8217;m not really sure what that means in this day and age. Do people even still shake hands?) [...]</p>
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