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	<title>Ode to Adrienne: Celebrate life, love and everything in between. &#187; Reminder of the Past</title>
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		<title>Being a kid&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 08:42:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[When I was a kid, life was simpler. Every little problem could be solved with a kiss or a hug from my mom. I could get hurt but with my mom&#8217;s loving touch, the hurt goes away just like that. And my world was small yet my playground was wide. My mom was my world [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ursula</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 04:54:07 +0000</pubDate>
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I have a lucky charm I always keep in front of my home-office desk. It&#8217;s a little bead dog that I call Ursula. She&#8217;s been with me for 3 years now. She was a gift from a co-worker, a cellphone chain, actually. It&#8217;s not so much a lucky charm as a cute token I can [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Almost like a sister</title>
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She became my friend in first year college. There were tough times but since we were kindred spirits, our friendship sustained college more than anything else. I remember her being so generous when she knew I had nothing to spare. I remember her being so down-to-earth, never boasting about her status in life, never making [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Patience</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[There is something about the smell of freshly brewed coffee. It reminds me of the time when I was young and all I had to worry about was waking up on time so I would not miss the school service. I remember my grandaunt, we call her Tita Luming. When my brother was sick and [...]]]></description>
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