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         <title>My first day of temple</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><br>When i was 13 years old i had to come temple yo be a monk because my mom and chief incumbent told me.I came to temple for bodipuja.Then chiefincumbent told me to be a monk so my mom and I were agree to it and came to the temple. I have remember that day my mom and I cried. Then litte monks came to me and take me to inside. They gave me some sweats and tea. They always stayed with me for whole day. Then chief incumbent gave me a room. That was big one. I never had my own room so i was very happy about it. There were bed and table only for me. There was not a bed for me in my home. How ever I did not have anything for eat in night. I have heard that monks do not eat at night so I thought that the reason is for not for food. Everyone went to sleep for their rooms but I could not sleep. I remembered my mon, my brother and sisters also my my puppy. I cried at night and I do not know at what time did i sleep. That day I will never forget.( Namaldeniye Dhammathissa )</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-09-06 10:14:49 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>My special memory  </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Memories are special. Some memories are lovely, while some are bad. My most memorable memory is a beautiful memory. It is special to me because it is a changing point in my life. My special memory is my ordination day. I remember this day very well. As I recall, my parents, my friends, my teachers come to see me. They laughed with me. But I could not understand anything. I don't know what it is doing?. I am in big trouble. I remember I am a little guy. However, I faced this situation.<br>But in some cases, I was helpless. My mother is abroad.<br>The day I was ordination, my mother was not even with me. My brothers and elder sister hugged me and cried. I don't know how to explain this situation as well. After all of this, my chief incumbent and other bhikkhus shaving my head. A few minutes later, I was a newcomer to the Buddha Sasana. I feel good. I think someone respects me. It is a good feeling for monks. Monk has to discipline must be respected, and I remembered it very well. I remember one of the remarkable things. The remarkable thing I have remembered is my brothers and teachers cry because of my ordination. But I never cry. I endured my grief alone. According to my experience, life is about endurance. This is the special memory I have to remember.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-09-06 10:48:51 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>My unforgettable memories</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Memories are special. Some memories are good while some are bad. My most special memory is a good memory. It's special to me because of the time I spent having fun. I'm talking about my high school days. It was a time of special memories not only for me but for you as well.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>We had a lot of fun going to school for Advanced Levels. In the early days I went to school on the school bus provided by the government. It is called Sisu Sariya. Many students used to go to schools in the city on that bus and we had fun because there were only school children there. My school is a boys' school and it is the largest school in Matara. The name of the school is Rahula College.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>I went to school for advanced level education but I had no desire to learn. Most of what I did was spend time having fun with friends. We wrestle with friends at lunch and have lunch. Had fun doing a lot of jokes while teaching in the classroom. We kept it under the desk and roasted and ate the cashews. Teachers told us that they smelled cashews in nearby houses. Teachers often chase us out of the classroom. But we do not count. We cut many periods and played.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>A few months later I got used to going to school on a motorcycle. Also, after mark our names in the morning, we used to run away from school. There is a big wall around our school. It is also difficult to jump off it. One day I sprained my ankle while jumping over that wall but we kept doing this. We circled around on motorcycles. This was done so as not to be caught by the police. We went for a walk on the Matara beach.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Acting this way was a lot of fun for us in those days. Acting this way was a lot of fun for us in those days. But now I understand those as unnecessary things. Those are in my mind as unforgettable memories and I do not approve of those actions now.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-09-07 14:11:50 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><mark>My most special memories </mark></strong><strong><br></strong><br></div><blockquote><strong>When I say about my special day in the English class. It is most important in my life. Those day, I went to the school as my first day and that was very funny day that situation. I met lot of friends in my school Girls and Boys. Actually, when I say in my first English class teacher or Ms was very nice and very kind us. That is time, I had to learn English very well. Actually, It&nbsp; remember today as well as in my life. I never ever forget that memories. So on, I was 08 years old.Furthermore, I thought my first English word "Apple". I had lot of friends in the school. Sojoy was my one of my best friends in my school among in the my life. He and me always played together on the school ground when we took the intervel time. By the way, some special school day held lot of ceremony in the school. Those time was most important in my life.&nbsp;</strong></blockquote><div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Further, my parents helped mostly those time. My parents brought lot of hand books and little exercise English books. Therefore, I think it never forget in my life until the die in this life.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-09-09 06:06:06 UTC</pubDate>
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