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		<title>Protected: Nothing for my dad</title>
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		<title>H1N1 kiasu-ism</title>
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Is anyone worried about H1N1 yet?&nbsp; I only see a handful of people wearing mask around town.&nbsp; The majority probably think the outbreak hasn&#8217;t reached a critical point yet.&nbsp; But that&#8217;s the way with us Malaysians.&nbsp; We&#8217;ve traditionally never been big in taking preventive measures.&nbsp; We always react only when it directly involves us.&nbsp; Just [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Happy Father&#8217;s Day</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	I don&#8217;t remember celebrating Father&#8217;s Day with my dad when I was young.&nbsp; I don&#8217;t think we ever celebrated it.&nbsp; Only when I was a working adult did we have some sort of celebration.&nbsp; I think it was my first girlfriend&#8217;s initiative to have dinner with my dad.&nbsp; She also made me buy a cake.&nbsp;&nbsp;My [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Stuck between floors</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	This happened to me when I was about 15 years old.&nbsp; At that age I was involved with the wrong crowd and some times would stay out and didn&#8217;t return home until my parents had left for work.&nbsp; I would hang out at snooker parlours, illegal gambling dens and strip joints.&nbsp; In some ways, I [...]]]></description>
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