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		<title>Life as it is &#8211;Chapter 21</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Chapter 21 The country is calling for a snap election. All the political parties are in full swing to get ready for the big day. Sunan is very busy with the preparations of election committee. The countless statements that he has to made for every ceramah. For one common aim that he is doing for, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bookinthemaking.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5390772&amp;post=114&amp;subd=bookinthemaking&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Life as it is&#8211;Chapter 4</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Chapter 4 The new year was about in a week. Sunna was planning to apply for a week leave. He needed that as he had planned to go to Pulau Perhentian to visit a close friend, Shah. They were the best pals when they were in the kindergarten. However, Shah’s family moved away from the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bookinthemaking.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5390772&amp;post=112&amp;subd=bookinthemaking&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Life as it is&#8211;chapter one</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 13:01:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 The last customer left after the shop closed at 10 p.m. It was 72 minutes after the shop closed when the customer finally happily lifted his buttock from the chair and went to pay for the usage of the cyber games. Papol unlocked the door for the customer to leave the premise. As [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bookinthemaking.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5390772&amp;post=108&amp;subd=bookinthemaking&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>2nd season of NANOWRIMO</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 12:58:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[take part again this 2009 and wished it could be be better than last year, es, it si asi was not working. this year i titled the book as LIFE AS IT IS just draft, nothing much. the time sequence of grammar is not particular placed as a chapter may written in many different times. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bookinthemaking.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5390772&amp;post=106&amp;subd=bookinthemaking&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>nothing to say, 无语</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2008 18:23:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[多少的夜晚，多少的挨饿， 换来就是这份喜悦。 Time stays still till this moment of joy. Posted in novel Tagged: NaNoWriMo08<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bookinthemaking.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5390772&amp;post=97&amp;subd=bookinthemaking&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>chapter 26</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2008 06:13:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Kee was standing at the door. She was holding a piece of paper. ‘what are you doing  here ? It is too late, I like to take a rest.’ I said as I prepared myself for the night. But she did not go. I looked at her. She did not dress properly. ‘what had happened [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bookinthemaking.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5390772&amp;post=86&amp;subd=bookinthemaking&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Journal 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2008 21:37:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Journal 2 &#8212; 15/11/08 As usual, the weekend trip was into the T hypermarket. The rain poured for a while and spent 20 ringgit on the luck &#8212; the lottery. Reaching the house, or rather the rented house, was caught by the landlady. Of late she would try to find some tropics to talk with [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bookinthemaking.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5390772&amp;post=61&amp;subd=bookinthemaking&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>CHAPTER 29</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Nov 2008 17:41:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I know it is going to be a long complaints from Adam. Since this afternoon, his face never turned bright. ‘As you have said before, that is a part and parcel of your teaching life,’ I tried to cool him. But it is a vain effort. ‘You know or not, from China to Thailand and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bookinthemaking.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5390772&amp;post=77&amp;subd=bookinthemaking&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>chpater 26</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Nov 2008 15:40:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[‘ Honey, come here.’ Tian Lu was in the sitting room but his wife was calling from the kitchen. ‘What’s up ?’ ‘Come here lah,’ ‘Just a moment, I need to finish watching the Berita. There is a talk of the fall of petrol prices. We are going to have more money in our hands [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bookinthemaking.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5390772&amp;post=75&amp;subd=bookinthemaking&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>chapter 21</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Nov 2008 03:35:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Christmas is near. Many shops and shopping malls are lighting the bulbs with Santa Clause dangling in the air. There is no white Christmas here. I was taught the song ‘Dreaming of a white Christmas’ when my scout master, John Teo, one day, was in a very good mood, gathered us around and sang the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bookinthemaking.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5390772&amp;post=73&amp;subd=bookinthemaking&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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