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	<title>Comments on: By The Aklan River</title>
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	<description>The people I love. The places I grew up. Memories from the past. Weird experiences. Motherhood. Random thoughts. This is me!</description>
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		<title>By: Mel</title>
		<link>http://kyrienne.blog.friendster.com/2008/06/by-the-aklan-river/#comment-496</link>
		<dc:creator>Mel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 03:37:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>After Frank, perhaps the weirdest part is when people like you and me remember that the Aklan River has molded our strongest foundation as children. The ability to survive. The inability to hold on. For what its worth, the Aklan River will always be embedded in our hearts and minds.

Che, in memory of Frank, we thank you for being JUST THERE. Being the heroine amidst hopelessness and despair. After a year, full recovery may not be at hand, but we survived! 

Lab ya, sis.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>After Frank, perhaps the weirdest part is when people like you and me remember that the Aklan River has molded our strongest foundation as children. The ability to survive. The inability to hold on. For what its worth, the Aklan River will always be embedded in our hearts and minds.</p>
<p>Che, in memory of Frank, we thank you for being JUST THERE. Being the heroine amidst hopelessness and despair. After a year, full recovery may not be at hand, but we survived! </p>
<p>Lab ya, sis.</p>
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		<title>By: Jacob</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jacob</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Dec 2008 08:11:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You Really did it &lt;a href="http://www.name1search.happyhost.org/" rel="nofollow"&gt;Jacob&lt;/a&gt;  :-PP</description>
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		<title>By: christmas wallpaper cell phone</title>
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		<dc:creator>christmas wallpaper cell phone</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Dec 2008 02:51:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Kristen Told Me About Your Site, NICE!</description>
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		<title>By: Rommel</title>
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		<dc:creator>Rommel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 11:27:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The Aklan River indeed is such a giver of unforgettable childhood memories. Like I nearly drowned one time. (That is why I don't know how to swim until now.) Like if I wanna throw away bad memories of other people, the River would embrace me like a nurturing mother. (That is why all her photographs and letters and dried roses are now gone.) Oh I miss my Aklan River...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The Aklan River indeed is such a giver of unforgettable childhood memories. Like I nearly drowned one time. (That is why I don&#8217;t know how to swim until now.) Like if I wanna throw away bad memories of other people, the River would embrace me like a nurturing mother. (That is why all her photographs and letters and dried roses are now gone.) Oh I miss my Aklan River&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Charlotte</title>
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		<dc:creator>Charlotte</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2008 18:18:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>And that freaking Spirit of the Glass nearly cost our asses! Hahaha... Damn, I can still remember how everyone jumped from your 'payag' during the creepy/wacky ritual  just because the 'spirit' who supposedly entered the glass was a classmate who was sleeping somewhere! I prayed to nearly all known saints that time.. seriously! Now, looking back.. we were really crazy for gathering and doing something like that in the hope of talking to Jose Rizal. That was really hard-core comedy!
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>And that freaking Spirit of the Glass nearly cost our asses! Hahaha&#8230; Damn, I can still remember how everyone jumped from your &#8216;payag&#8217; during the creepy/wacky ritual  just because the &#8217;spirit&#8217; who supposedly entered the glass was a classmate who was sleeping somewhere! I prayed to nearly all known saints that time.. seriously! Now, looking back.. we were really crazy for gathering and doing something like that in the hope of talking to Jose Rizal. That was really hard-core comedy!</p>
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