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      <title>Perod 8,9, Fernandez, Narrative Photo Journal by Yesha Anne Fernandez</title>
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      <pubDate>2017-01-09 19:18:34 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The Wedding</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div> The flowers spread on the beautiful pleasing carpet. Waking down the church floor as a flower girl, wear a a pink, long, wonderful dress with a friend of mine next to me. Holding a cute basket full of  pedals of roses. Hearing the as he church bell rung. The Church was near the plaza, gym, and my school in Cebu city. I truly don't know if my aunt likes me, but my two cousins are very adorable, and lovable. After the wedding everyone were taking photos, they all directed to the gym. At that age I did not know about mascara, so when I sob probably because I got hurt. The funny thing is that I questioned my aunt if I my tears were black .The gym was where we devour our meal, and just had fun. Attending weddings are somehow fun for me, most after.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-01-11 03:02:42 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Family Photo</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>    <em> I miss a lot of people back at my home country, Fernandez and Abella family. Mostly the Fernandez side of my family is the most I remember. I don't really remember my childhood, but I surely remember both side of my relatives. This picture was the day they were singing karaoke, I sang a little, wasn't that good though. I am not a really great singer, but I just enjoy singing with background music(karaoke). I really adore my the moments with my relatives. How can that possibly gone better? This is one of the most momentous event in my life.   </em></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-01-11 03:03:47 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Jollibee</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><em>Walking into Jollibee feels like paradise. Right outside I smell the delicious fried chicken. I am so eager standing in line waiting for that scrumptious lunch. Watching people eat, makes me drool to death. It is really hard to decide what to order because everything is so appetizing. In the past, I would always devour my food , sloppily. Being in this restaurant is enough for me to feel like I'm at home. I loved this place since I was a about 4 or 5 years old. I remember I had the mascot named Jollibee was one of my best friends,. I adored those two stuffed toys somehow I was really attached to them when I was little. Filipino food might just be Filipino food, but in this restaurant their food is heavenly. Back then, one of my parents or grandparents would bring me to Jollibee at least 2 times each month, here in U.S I go twice a year. Jollibee here is an hour long from my house. To me eating at Jollibee is like precious gold I keep. It really is nice to feel like back at home.<br></em><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-01-11 03:05:25 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>My 8th Birthday</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><em>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Whoosh! The day that those candles were blown out will always follow me. My last birthday in my home country was one of the most unforgettable days of my life. I became eight years old at that very moment. Claire and Heart were the two older sisters of a huge group of siblings that came, their family is so large that they can fill up a whole city. Everything that I expected in my birthday as a child was there, balloons, cake, friends, games, goody bags, favorite meals, and some of my Aunt Nining's tasty cooking. The&nbsp; spaghetti she cooked was red like a rose and was as hot as stove.Later that year, my mom came, I was happier than a baby given candy. At that minute everything was what I likely thought would happen. A month later, my mom and I went to the U.S, which I never expected it to be permanent. Once in a while, we call Aunt Nining, she told me my friends came to my house asking where I was. I wish I had a chance to say goodbye.<br></em><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Beach</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><em>        Splash! Those days swimming in the salty-water feels very different from swimming here. The feeling when coming out of the water is just refreshing. Where I lived we would go to beaches at least once a month. There would be huts that we use to eat in and relax. Near the water there is boats that we could ride in if we want. My cousins and I would play around doing whatever we want to do. When I was a little girlI loved swimming, but somehow these days I really did not like swimming that much. I guess I'm just missing everything in my home country.          </em></div>]]></description>
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