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		<title>The Light</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Jul 2013 18:15:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I stood still, my hand set firmly on the knob, half ready to turn it, half ready to turn back. As I contemplated, beeps echoed like sound effects in a movie, indicating life, though slowly ebbing. I can hear clearly, too, the sound of her shallow breathing. I turned to look at her. Her head [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>Sal&#8217;s Fate</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Jun 2011 09:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[ GQ7WS7MBKYSF From the edge of the cliff where I stood, everything seemed to freeze. I felt as if I was the only one here, as if I was the only living creature who existed. The wind that used to play with my hair, I couldn’t feel. The trees whose branches and leaves used to dance [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Pinnacle</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jun 2011 02:40:11 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I clutched my stomach tighter; almost sure I can catch the butterflies fluttering inside. For the nth time since this morning, I took a deep breath thinking they’ll be gone. And for the nth time since this morning, they only fluttered more restlessly. I am walking faster now, paving this long, narrow hallway with quick, [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>Fairytale</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Jun 2011 15:56:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I stared straight at Miguel’s unmoving reflection in the mirror. A while ago, when the fortune-teller handed me the tiny piece of paper where a spell was written, I was sure it would never work. But when I began chanting the words written in a scribbled, hardly legible fashion, and Miguel’s reflection appeared in a [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>Lady Under The Umbrella</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 May 2011 11:43:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In this fast-paced world we live in, we meet different people from different walks of life. They are colleagues, neighbors, and total strangers we pass by on the street. Disappointingly, we do not build friendships with all the people we encounter due to clashing personalities and conflicting points of view. Moreover, as much as we [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>Average Hero</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 May 2011 10:50:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ask anyone about the present state of our society and he&#8217;ll come up with a lot of interesting things that you, yourself already know about. It would not be much of a surprise if he could not come up with anything positive to say. Hearing the negative things, however, is not something out of the [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>Indifference</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 May 2011 09:45:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Two more.” The fx barker announced, motioning to us. I automatically looked at Mark and gave him a sweet smile. “Our turn.” I said. He didn’t say anything but he smiled back. “So much for striking a conversation.” I thought as we rode the vehicle. The silence in the vehicle somehow calmed me. It relaxed my [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Beat of My Own</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 May 2011 17:09:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I have never met anyone who views dancing with a little bit more opposition than I do. Perhaps I never will. Don&#8217;t get me wrong, I don&#8217;t have anything against dancing. Dancing per se, that is. Me, dancing, is another thing- that would be the problem. Let&#8217;s just say that I have a beat of [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>Bitter Winner</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 May 2011 16:50:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Assumptions only set you up for disappointments.&#8221; I couldn&#8217;t agree more. I learned it the hard way, though. I can still taste it. The taste almost parallel to chewed paracetamol, slicing through my taste buds. Bitter. But it&#8217;s worse. It crawls down to the confines of my severed heart. Severed. I guess that&#8217;s the right word. [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dear John: My Take on the Book</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 12:56:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[WARNING: This post contains spoilers. DISCLAIMER: This is not a book review. The minute I put the book down, I felt the urgency to write about it. So here it goes. After my best friend told me to read this book, which by the way, she always does after reading a good book. I felt [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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