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		<title>Mothers Last Laugh</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 13:42:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Oh, how sweet. Tears tears. Emo. Parang ako to ah. I was 26 when my Mamang died. Cry Cry. Consumed by my loss, I didn’t notice the hardness of the pew where I sat. I was at the funeral of my dearest friend — my mother. She finally had lost her long battle with cancer.&#x2026; <a href=http://www.randomlyroaming.com/stories-1/slice-of-life/mothers-laugh>read more &#xbb;</a>]]></description>
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		<title>You Are Unique</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2012 13:33:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Randomly Roaming</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Think what a remarkable, unduplicatable, and miraculous thing it is to be you! Of all the people who have come and gone on the earth, since the beginning of time, not ONE of them is like YOU! No one who has ever lived or is to come has had your combination of abilities, talents, appearance,&#x2026; <a href=http://www.randomlyroaming.com/poetry/random-thoughts/unique>read more &#xbb;</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Don&#8217;t Hope, Just Decide</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2012 13:29:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Randomly Roaming</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[While waiting to pick up a friend at the airport in Portland, Oregon, I had one of those life-changing experiences that you hear other people talk about — the kind that sneaks up on you unexpectedly. This one occurred a mere two feet away from me. Straining to locate my friend among the passengers deplaning&#x2026; <a href=http://www.randomlyroaming.com/stories-1/slice-of-life/dont-hope-decide>read more &#xbb;</a>]]></description>
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		<title>I Love my Mom</title>
		<link>http://www.randomlyroaming.com/stories-1/slice-of-life/love-mom</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 12:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Randomly Roaming</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[love your mother]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[My mom only had one eye. I hated her… She was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students and teachers to support the family. There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me? I ignored her,&#x2026; <a href=http://www.randomlyroaming.com/stories-1/slice-of-life/love-mom>read more &#xbb;</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Cab Ride</title>
		<link>http://www.randomlyroaming.com/stories-1/slice-of-life/cab-ride</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2012 12:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Randomly Roaming</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Slice of Life]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. One time I arrived in the middle of the night for a pick up at a building that was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then&#x2026; <a href=http://www.randomlyroaming.com/stories-1/slice-of-life/cab-ride>read more &#xbb;</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Happiness is something you do</title>
		<link>http://www.randomlyroaming.com/stories-1/moral-stories/happiness-is-something-you-do</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Dec 2011 17:18:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Randomly Roaming</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Moral Stories]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that she didn&#8217;t know how she was going to make it. She was tired of fighting and struggling all the time. It seemed just as one problem was solved, another one soon followed. Her father, a chef, took her&#x2026; <a href=http://www.randomlyroaming.com/stories-1/moral-stories/happiness-is-something-you-do>read more &#xbb;</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Story For Married People</title>
		<link>http://www.randomlyroaming.com/stories-1/everything-romantic/story-married-people</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2011 12:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Randomly Roaming</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Everything Romantic / Love Stories My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The&#x2026; <a href=http://www.randomlyroaming.com/stories-1/everything-romantic/story-married-people>read more &#xbb;</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Mouse Trap</title>
		<link>http://www.randomlyroaming.com/stories-1/moral-stories/mouse-trap</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2011 12:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Randomly Roaming</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Moral Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[journey in life]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[A mouse was looking through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package. &#8221;What food might this contain?&#8221; The mouse wondered. He was sad to discover it was a mousetrap. Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed this warning: &#8221;There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mouse trap in the&#x2026; <a href=http://www.randomlyroaming.com/stories-1/moral-stories/mouse-trap>read more &#xbb;</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Echo Called Life</title>
		<link>http://www.randomlyroaming.com/stories-1/moral-stories/echo-call-life</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2011 12:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Randomly Roaming</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.randomlyroaming.com/?p=793</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;A son and his father were walking on the mountains. Suddenly, his son falls, hurts himself and screams&#8211;  &#8221;AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!&#8221; To his surprise, he hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain&#8211; &#8220;AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!&#8221; Curious, he yells: &#8220;Who are you?&#8221; He receives the answer: &#8220;Who are you?&#8221; And then he screams to the mountain: &#8220;I admire you!&#8221;&#x2026; <a href=http://www.randomlyroaming.com/stories-1/moral-stories/echo-call-life>read more &#xbb;</a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Secret Wealth</title>
		<link>http://www.randomlyroaming.com/stories-1/moral-stories/secret-wealth</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Dec 2011 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Randomly Roaming</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Moral Stories]]></category>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.randomlyroaming.com/?p=789</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Once upon a time there lived a farmer who had four sons. All of the sons were idle by nature. They only used to enjoy the hard earned money of the old farmer. The farmer became worried about the future of his sons when attained his old age. He tried his best to make them&#x2026; <a href=http://www.randomlyroaming.com/stories-1/moral-stories/secret-wealth>read more &#xbb;</a>]]></description>
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