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		<title>On Why I Find It Hard&#8230;</title>
		<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>
		<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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	If you do not find this video beautiful, then you truly have no heart to love.
	RIP Yasmin Ahmad.
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		<title>On Being Rather Bored In A Rotation</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	I have been back for close to 4 weeks now - oh how quickly time has passed! 
	I am at a community hospital, too far away from home, much further from my GP&#8217;s. In these minutes, as I wait for my consultant to return from what I gather is an important meeting, as the air-con [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On Short Notes: Job</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	I came back home a few days ago. With much anticipation, trepidation and to a significant degree, perspiration.
	I received the news of our job applications whilst in the coach, as we passed along the Malaysian highway; my best friend on the other line, her voice crisp and clear - a reminder that these matters ought [...]]]></description>
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