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	<link>http://azuka.zatechcorp.com</link>
	<description>diary of a coder</description>
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		<title>Imagine a life without walls</title>
		<description><![CDATA[(This is the unedited text from a 10-minute writing session last Friday).
There were no walls as far as the eyes could see. Not only were there no walls, there was also an absence of anything that could have served as a wall &#8212; rocks, boulders, tall grass.
I had been here for three days, and was [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://azuka.zatechcorp.com/2009/04/06/imagine-a-life-without-walls/</link>
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		<title>Finally, a post</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;d like to thank everyone who commented on my previous post. As to what happened in the end, the next day I was so tired I stayed in bed all day. The day after that, I think I started telling myself it was too late to say anything, but I perhaps, much as ashamed I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://azuka.zatechcorp.com/2009/02/06/finally-a-post/</link>
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		<title>The Shopkeeper</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I was in the backroom sorting supplies/dozing off/making out/&#8230; when I heard the ding as someone walked in. I peeked out into the main store to see what kind of person had walked in.
Black/6ft 1. Suspicious. Great big coat that looked like it could fit half of what was in the store, and a backpack [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://azuka.zatechcorp.com/2008/12/27/the-shopkeeper/</link>
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		<title>Searching</title>
		<description><![CDATA[9:45 am.
I&#8217;ve just emerged from the shower and am looking for something. In one of those cases of my losing something in working memory, I keep searching, sure that when I find it &#8212; whatever it is &#8212; I&#8217;ll know it&#8217;s what I&#8217;ve been looking for.
Now, if I had my glasses, I&#8217;d have found it [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://azuka.zatechcorp.com/2008/12/24/searching/</link>
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		<title>Names Again</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The first Oluchi I knew was a runny-nose crybaby in Primary One, the first Ernest a fair-skinned math teacher with huge nostrils who grinned as he strolled around you when you got a question wrong, before applying a cane to your unsuspecting back.
My first Ifeoma was a cheery, brilliant girl in my class who always [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://azuka.zatechcorp.com/2008/12/10/names-again/</link>
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		<title>Being Cheap</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I first purchased stuff from the Dollar Tree in 2003. It was my first time in the US, and my teammates and I &#8212; from the 2003 National Geographic World Championship &#8212; were shopping at the University Mall in Tampa, Florida. I honestly didn&#8217;t know what to buy, but the fact that I was in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://azuka.zatechcorp.com/2008/11/29/being-cheap/</link>
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		<title>Sweetie</title>
		<description><![CDATA[hello sweetie
That was the first message I sent when a friend of mine signed in after a long hiatus from Yahoo Messenger.
Understandably, she was shell-shocked.
This was the Azuka &#8212; who, a while ago wasn&#8217;t comfortable when others called him &#8216;honey&#8217; or &#8216;love&#8217; &#8212; using a word like &#8217;sweetie.&#8217; It just came out, and I suppose [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://azuka.zatechcorp.com/2008/11/20/sweetie/</link>
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		<title>Notebook</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve always wanted one, I think &#8212; right from back when my Dad got a cheap Compaq running Windows 95 that his company was going to throw out. It didn&#8217;t have a battery, was slow as hell (I had no idea then) and had nothing of interest to the me of now, but back then [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://azuka.zatechcorp.com/2008/11/07/notebook/</link>
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		<title>Kama Sutra</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My cellphone rang loudly, rousing me from the uneasy sleep I had just drifted into. I reached for it, with half a mind not to answer if it was my elder brother, &#8216;Chief.&#8217; It was.
Courtesy, and the knowledge that I seldom called him, won out. I flipped the phone open.
&#8220;Hello?&#8221;
&#8220;Hello! Azuka, this is Chi!&#8221; I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://azuka.zatechcorp.com/2008/09/14/kama-sutra/</link>
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		<title>Criticism</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We both know my writing is flawless. There are absolutely no mistakes &#8212; grammatical, punctuation-wise, or otherwise. It wouldn&#8217;t be an exaggeration if I cast modesty aside and called it perfect.
It thus came as a surprise when I came across this comment on my faultless article The Jinn by someone called Mememe, here reproduced verbatim:
So [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://azuka.zatechcorp.com/2008/09/01/criticism/</link>
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