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		<title>On Why I Find It Hard&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 23:21:55 +0000</pubDate>
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	<category>a fair dinkum</category>
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		<description><![CDATA[	1. As I walked into Customs, pushing the trolley laden with bags and boxes, waiting to declare my food items, the officer came up to me for a quick chat; to end the conversation with ‘Welcome back home’ as the winter chills started to creep in from the exit close by, ‘Hudsons Coffee’ peeking from [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On Seeing You Again</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 10:24:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[	Time has passed; the end is near, my destination is here. 
	A stroll down the East End is like a journey manifested by symbols; by signs that give directions - each step, a step closer to you. Eyes meet; the heart bleeds. And our gaze never wavers, not flickering in the breeze. You - and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On Funerals</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 07:46:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[	



	If you do not find this video beautiful, then you truly have no heart to love.
	RIP Yasmin Ahmad.
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