Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Bloating Mona Lisas and Madhatters

This round of menses...makes me worse than a beached whale. It feels like I've put on 10kgs overnight. It's crazy. Water retention, anxiety, acne and bloating and all.


Yup...only less furry.


"PMS is a collection of symptoms. 150 separate symptoms have been identified.[4] The exact symptoms and how severe they are vary from person to person and from month to month. Most women with premenstrual syndrome experience only a few of the problems. The most common symptoms are: [5] [6] [7]

1 Weight gain from premenstrual water retention
2 Abdominal bloating
3 Breast tenderness
4 Stress or anxiety
5 Depression
6 Crying spells
7 Mood swings, irritability or anger
8 Appetite changes and food cravings
9 Trouble falling asleep (insomnia)
10 Joint or muscle pain
11 Headache
12 atigue (medical)
13 Acne
14 Trouble concentrating
15 Social withdrawal
16 Body temperature increase
17 Worsening of existing skin disorders, and respiratory (eg, allergies, infection) 18 Eye (eg, visual disturbances, conjunctivitis) problems "
- from here.

Am getting sleepy. Think I shall adjourn to bed with the textbook in hand.
Before that ... sigh ... will have to figure out what to wear tomorrow. Hate that task every day. And tomorrow is my first scrub in. Hope I wont be late.

A thousand times goodnight all the Alices in Wonderland.

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Proletariat's Woe

1130hrs

“The problem with popular music is that it keeps the working class down. When the worn out worker comes home from a mind numbing day at work, standing by the same assembly line repeating the same tasks hundreds of time, doing his absolutely best in fear of being fired, he cannot be bothered to think creative thoughts. He does not want to, nor does he have the resources to, stay in the reality and meet its demands. He therefore listens to popular music because listeners are distracted by the demands of the reality of the entertainment ...which does not demand attention either. This is also what the factory owners want him to do. They want him to relax and not ask difficult questions about his life, so that he is prepared for another working day at the factory.” (Adorno)

Baaaaah.

I like my music but the thought of being dumbed down is kind of revolting, don’t you think? So now what? Stop listening to popular music? But any genre, is popular among its listeners what. Then how? Start making my own music? Banging pots and tins?

Awrite I have enough of Media Culture stuff. For 3 days I have been reading the text and yet it seems the book is nowhere near finish. Been reading for 2 hours now and I think I have enough. I shall start reading up on another subject – Feature Writing –and prepare the PowerPoint material like and class activities. I have 2 weeks to prepare and psyche myself before actual teaching starts in 2 weeks’ time.

Oh.
It’s one more hour to lunchtime.
Think today I go check out Central at Clark Quay.
Maybe get a new shoes and get out of these silly ill-fitting pair i’ve worn today.


Things to bring tomorrow:
- Books
- Mug
- Leave-behind jacket/cardigan/shawl
- Food



1600hrs

Ooh 1.5 more hours to home.

Didnt join Irda and gang for lunch. Instead, I strolled down to Central Mall @ Clark Quay to have a look-see. Many nice shoe shops there but they didn’t have the shoes that I was looking for. Went to the basement and had lunch – blended milk tea, 2 soft-boiled eggs and peanut-buttered kaya toasts. So much for my macchiato.

It was beginning to drizzle as I made my way back to office. I hopped onto the bus and voila...4 minutes later and I was back...with a stomachache.
Anyway, I brought Snow White to work and after configuration, I can now surf the net, check my emails and all. However, MSN has been blocked...so yeah. But it doesn’t matter when I have Perez Hilton to entertain me.

Awrite, I have to get back to my work. Am planning lecture notes on Feature Writing.

Ah nice.
They block Blogger too.

P/S: I always like Izzy Stevens (GA) and Lynette Scavo (DH) because they are almost always stoic and unfortunate. However, season 3 of respective series end with them being a semi-home wrecker and a quasi-adulterer. Hurry up with Season 4 already!


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Alone in a jungle

Ah....first day down.

You know, lately I've been getting that uneasy feeling in my chest. Then it hit me , I wasnt breathing properly. God knows why I am holding my breath. I am not sucking my lardy tummy or something. Think am too uptight/highly strung/anxious to breathe. Strange.

I was given a messy desk at the beginning of the day. However, at the end of it, I got a better one away from the common walkway. Not only that, I was also given more books. Yup. Scarface gave me a stack of readers and textbooks and unlike the ones which he gave me last week (for Higher Dip), this stack is for the degree course. On top of teaching 'Media Culture' and 'Scriptwriting' (yeah..tell me about it), now I am also given 'Intro to Comm Studies' and 'Feature Writing'. Yip-pee.

First day of work.
First day of menses.
A venti-ed Caramel Macchiato for lunch is wicked.



I found my poison.
We are going to be great friends, you and I.
I shall not be lunching just so that I can have you in my system.
Think I am turning machiatto-lic.



Mornings are such bitches.
Screw the birds and their worms.

Second day awaits. It's going to be more briefing and more reading tomorrow. Was going through a slow painful death on my desk earlier part of the day just now because the text I was reading was so damn dry and not practical. Yeah, that's why they are called THEORIES, Ed. I really need lots of luck teaching dry subjects.

Okay.
It's past midnight and I need to decide on what to wear and read.
Shall not bring my laptop.
I need the time to read and to walk up to Starbucks.

A thousand times goodnight, buy-outs and sell-outs.


P/S: No. I wasnt late today. I was on time.

P/P/S: Got my schedule for the next 2 weeks. Have to scrub in sit in and watch colleagues conduct lectures. A lecture, by the way, is a 3hr deal. What..the..fuck.

P/P/S/S: Queen E is getting more difficult to handle. She is not eating and doesnt want to budge from the hospital bed. The mother said it was like she had given up on life. Now..I kind of feel sorry for her. She wants to go back to her favourite child's place...but she is ignoring her. Meanwhile, the rest of her children are sick with worry. The father's been looking glum. Guess he does love his mother after all.


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Monday, July 30, 2007

Anaemic Academic

1108hrs

Dying...dying of boredom.

The next briefing is at 1500hrs and that’s like...what..light years away? Am turning a little cross-eyed. Other than the confusing morning orientation tour, I’ve been sitting here in the Staff Room reading up company’s manifesto manuals and the teaching materials. Am getting sleepy and man, it’s freaking cold.

Oh. I have to get more formal clothes. I cant wear denim..even on Saturdays. It’s goodbye Sarah Jessica Parker and ..urgh..hello Mrs Thomas. Why could Ziggy Soh wear jeans and get away with it? So restrictive but oh well, I have to get used to that.

By the way, the colleagues are talking about movies.
Ah, good to know that they watch movies.
Oh dear, one of the colleagues is squealing that Akon is coming to town.

A-fucking-kon??????

Are you kidding me? He's the most irritating singer this season! I hear his whiny voice in almost every song. Oh smack that already!

Nobody wanna see us together
Honey dont matter
Cause I've got you


Ew.

Mentioning colleagues, I saw a familiar face. It was Irda from Ngee Ann! Ah...she’s also a mass com lecturer and apparently she was just 2 months old (referring to her employment lah). Nice to see a familiar face. That did brighten things up a bit.


Ed: Dress code...it’s quite strict, huh?
Irda: Yeah, but you look fine so that wont be a problem!
Ed: Well, it’s only the first day. I tend to degenerate as time goes by...
Irda: ??



It’s true.
I blame ShitNPee for instilling that culture on me.


Ah..lunch time.
Think I go take a walk to Raffles City.
I need to defrost.


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Sunday, July 29, 2007

When Anxiety Knocks

I opened up the fridge cause I am feeling a bit peckish.


I spied some stuff.
What exactly did I see?



Did someone say sushi?



I pulled the seaweed away and dunked the seaweed-less piece in my mouth.
Chewed it rapidly and then swallowed.
Water..water...gimme water.




Cant you tell?
Cant you tell?
Cant you tell?
I am freaking out!
I dont eat sushi!

Great.
Now I have successfully develop a psychological-induced stomachache.



Uh huh
I get bad tummy aches when I am nervous.


After one year of limbo and doing almost everything possible on Earth, I am finally going to start work tomorrow. And because I am starting work tomorrow, I was really living my weekend. Now...I am tired, nervous and with an anxiety attack beginning to grow inside my rib cage. Don't tell me to have an early night. I doubt I can even go to bed at all. Already last night, I couldnt.



But then again...it could also be because of Grey's Anatomy. Heh.

Woke up early today and made my way to town (for 3 days in a row!). Met Nani and we went KBox. Hahaha it was quite hilarious because that place wasnt really Malay-song friendly so we took quite a while to get the engine revved up. Don't worry. It did rev up.

Awrite awrite. Looks like i really have to face it. I need to get meself to the wardrobe and decide what to wear tomorrow. After that, I have to do some more reading and then...uh oh..lights out? Man...

Those who have been activated, please fail me not.
Thank you.

A thousand times goodnight, freshies.


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"Lead" and not "Read"



ROCKSTAR called me up on Friday morning (or was it Thursday morning? Been losing track of time). It was weird cause ..well..it’s ‘ROCKSTAR’ and I don’t know him very well. Anyway, I think he wanted to ask me to go and catch Groove Armada last Saturday. How I know? He started to talk about going clubbing together and catching up and stuff. Anyway told him not free and had no idea when I would be free.

No..no..I don’t hate him.
We’re just not friends.
Just acquaintance and gah....I don’t club with acquaintances.
He probably didn’t have friends to go with and...naaaaaah.



Anyway, what’s with the attack of the doughnuts (or donuts..or doh-nuts...or doenad) recently? It seemed like yesterday we hit the bubble tea and RotiBoy fevers. This season, it’s doughnuts. What’s next?


After yesterday’s La Vie En Rose, I walked up to Orchard Road and along the way, got meself a shirt and a pair of shades. Lauren joined me soon and we continued to roam around. Decided to catch a movie and then Grace called just about the same, telling us she wanted to join us for a while. So we went to catch a very yellow movie.








THE SIMPSONS MOVIE was nonsensical as expected. But of course, it was hilarious as expected. D’oh!


Spider-Pig, Spider-Pig
Does whatever a Spider-Pig does
Can he swing from a web?
No he can't cause he's a pig
Look out!
He is the Spider-Pig!



Lisa falls in love and Bart is embarrassed (that’s so rare). Marge finally takes a stand and Maggie finally says a word. Homer? Still the same bumbling pseudo family man whom everyone loves to hate...but fails.

Heh.

That’s it.

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what the fuck

I CANT WATCH EPISODE 23!!!!!!!



ROAR!!!!




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Life in the pink

Wow.
I went nuts for a while.

Friday saw me (1) going for a medical check-up, (2) to the school to collect some books and then (3) to an x-ray. Concussed the whole afternoon until Nani picked me up at 2245hrs. We hit town...did a bit of catching up..and more catching up till three in the morning. Stayed up till 0700hrs cause of NPCC but at 0715, I decided not to go. What a waste of sleeping time.

But
But
But

I managed to sleep in a bit cause the appointment with the EDITOR was pushed to a later time. At 1445hrs, while it was still raining, I hopped onto a cab with bags containing manuscripts and thick files and went to West Coast Drive. Never been there before...it was so surreal. It was like going to another country altogether! The west side never fails to fascinate.

That doesnt mean I want to pack my bags and stay in Jurong.
Not all fascination is good.

Rushed to town to catch a show. Thank God only missed the first few minutes. Oh well.





Why isnt this show showing at The Picturehouse is beyond me...


LA VIE EN ROSE (LA Môme) is intriguing but it would have been so much better if it's tidier. Not sticking to a chronological order, though creative, confuses the whole plot. One moment – just as the scene is getting interesting – is soon replaced with another disjointed one. Decades jump and there is no apology about it. It doesnt help when Edith Piaf looks all right one moment, and on her death-bed the next.


Non, rien de rien (Non No, nothing at all)
Je ne regrette rien (I regret nothing at all)
Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait ni le mal (Not the good, nor the bad)
Tout ca m'est bien egal (It is all the same)

Non, rien de rien (Non No, nothing at all)
Non, Je ne regrette rien
(No, I regret nothing at all)
C'est paye, balaye, oublie (It is paid, wiped away, forgotten)
Je me fous du passe (I am not concerned with the past)
Avec mes souvenirs (With my memories)
J'ai allume le feu mes shagrins, mes plaisirs (I set fire to my pains and pleasures)
Je n'ai plus besoin d'eux (I don’t need them anymore)
Balaye les amours avec leurs Temolos (I've wiped away my loves, and my troubles)
Balaye pour toujours (Swept them all away)
Je reparas a zero (I am starting again from zero)

Non, rien de rien
(Non No, nothing at all)
Non, Je ne regrette rien (No, I regret nothing at all)
Car ma vie, car me joies (Because my life, my happiness, everything)
Aujourd'hui ca commence avec toi
(Today starts with you)

- Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien, Edith Piaf


LA VIE EN ROSE is a very sad movie. I like tragic stories. Behind every gregarious person, there’s almost always a heartrending story. Anyway this film has a lot flaws. Many important aspects of Piaf’s life aren’t shown. Important parts where she participated during the World War II, her accident, the cause of her morphine addiction, her marriages .. are unfortunately omitted. Directors choose to play it as a tragic-romantic one because the truth is less harsh probably. They must have been impressionists, romantics…unorthodox..or just plain eccentrics.

However, the lead Marion Cotillard plays doomed Edith Piaf to a perfection. Think she is really the glue. Amidst the depressing plot and gloomy cinematography, Cotillard brings out the life extremely well. But of course…it’s because she has the honour of playing Piaf and there is no other way to be Piaf, Everything has to be perfect.

Brilliant.

Was trying hard not to cry…otherwise I would have tasted tears and that would forfeit my fast. Yeah…fasting and yet a movie? Tsk tsk!

But ah..glad I caught it nevertheless.


P/S: Biopics of famous people always revolve around booze, drugs, vulnerable love, plane crashes and helpless friends. Damn, I’ll never be famous at this rate.


P/P/S: Why must JAY bloody Chou (ni ma pi?) come to Singapore when I finally start my bloody work? I had 2 months to see him and yet, he has to choose the 30th of July to make a bloody appearance. Oh Jay...why are you doing this to me?


Huo huo huo huo huo huo
I come in peace.


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Friday, July 27, 2007

Where were you while we were getting high?

Howdy.

Here's a good read to the likes of..err..me.
Ten Mistakes Writers Don't See (But Can Easily Fix When They Do)



Nicked off Myzanthropic’s.
Thank you.



Yup and let's all move on. Shit's been bugging me for so long. I can die in peace now. Yes, I am fatalistic like that. But to me, there's no point in being scared of death. Life has only a certain limit to which you can control. The rest is all up to the will of God.


Mungkin aku dipandang sebagai seorang yang suka berhujah. Gasak koranglah. Akhir nanti, aku seorang juga yang harus huraikan segalanya; aku seorang jugalah nanti yang harus berhadapan dengan Tuhan dan terima habuannya.

Bukannya aku tidak menghargai persahabatan yang pernah terjalin. Aku sanggup buat apa yang patut tetapi tidak ada gunanya semua itu jika tidak ada keikhlasan. Walau bagaimanapun, terima kasih di atas usaha-usaha perdamaian. Agaknya satu hari nanti, kita semua boleh ketawa mengingati peristiwa ini.

Terima kasih kerana sudi mendengar buah fikiran ku. Dah habis dah...tidak ada apa yang terbuku lagi. Aku sudah kehilangan seorang kawan...dah aku harap, dia seorang sajalah yang terlepas. Tidak ada lagi...terutama kawan-kawan Melayu yang sememangnya ada berapa aja. Kan aku sudah cakap...ada kawan-kawan Melayu/Muslim bagus. Kalau aku mati, mereka boleh tolong sembahyangkan, mandikan, kapankan, doakan dan tengok-tengokkan kubur aku nanti. Pahala, jek!

:)


Awrite.

Had a long day. Religious class today was cool...much better than the "unstructured" one last week. The teacher was beginning to open up and that's always a good thing. Still thought that he was a bit defensive. True...you have to defend what you believe, but if you dare to fish for comments/feedback/argument, dare to accept them in your stride and be okay about it. Maybe I should bring that up one day. Sheesh...takut kurang ajar pulak!

Sha (who was with me in class) and I met Tini and Mail after that at SingPost. Havent met up with the couple for a while cause they were both busy with their *ahem*monthiversaries*ahem and life in general. We sent Tini home after that and then continued our ramblings at Lower Seletar Reservoir till about 0200hrs.

And now...I am very tired and am aching all over.
Time to sleep.
Another long day..and weekend await.

A thousand times goodnight, diamonds and pearls...peaches and cream.


P/S: Eh aku nyer suka lah nak tulis dalam Bahasa Ibunda. Tak faham? Gunakanlah kamus.

P/P/S: Apo kono eh, Ed?


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Thursday, July 26, 2007

Hong Kong 3, 4 and 5 Revisited

I shall continue from here.


Friday 6 July 2007
Suppose to go see the Big Buddha on some hill/mountain at Lantau Island but we all got up late. So went to get lunch (at some noods place..Crystal Jade? Jade Garden?) and then to Wong Tai Sin, to the temple. Lauren and Grace went to pray. I didn’t...duh.

Anyway after getting their ‘lots’, we went in search of a fortune teller in the surrounding area. Lauren took us to this old woman whom she had gone to earlier to have her fortune read. The old woman said she would be meeting a certain “Mr Wong” if I am not wrong.

Remember Lauren.
It’s Mr Wong...not Mr W(r)ong.




After the temple visit, we headed to Tung Choi Street in Mong Kok. This place is famous for cheap buys. Went to Argyle Centre where I bought a pair of red wedges. Got a bag, hairbands and some earrings too. The place was crazy packed. After getting out of there, we headed to the Ladies’ Market. Nah...didnt fancy anything.

Oh, maybe magnets.

We walked around. We were quite tired by then. Grace then brought us to Tsim Sha Tsui, to the Avenue of Stars which overlooked the city. The place was like Hollywood’s Walk of Fame.







We then headed to this cosy little Italian restaurant (Grappas’s) where Grace played *ahem* host and treated us to dinner. Elizabeth, Grace’s old friend, joined us. She’s cool and funny and well...no awkward moment there. Thank God.

Liz and Grace took us to Lan Kwai Fong. It was a hilly clubbing area...not for the faint-hearted. The climb, not the clubs. Anyway LKF was happening. Next time, I’ll club. Hopefully I wont be too old by then.



And since no one wanted to club and there was no place to hang out cause everywhere was packed, we headed to Causeway Bay and had...mango desserts again.


Forget Grace and Liz.
Check out the sexy mango below.


It was way past midnight and it was drizzling.
So we headed back to Grace’s place and called it a day.


Saturday 7 July 2007
Today we all woke up early. Lauren and I joined the Lau ladies – Stephanie, Grace, Joan (her mom) – for breakfast. Her mother brought us to this dim sum place and they were nice to get non-porky stuff for me. I love dim sum and yet, it was my first time eating at a real dim sum place. Coolness.


Those who were there.

After the breakfast/lunch, Lauren and I broke away from the Lau ladies and shopped on our own. We figured that we should give Grace the privacy to be with her family, lah. We were not THAT mean as to have her all to ourselves. Sheesh.

Anyway we shopped until we dropped. I got 2 black dresses to add up to my ever-growing noir wardrobe collection. Lauren was on a roll too. She went Marc Jacobs-crazy and bought a handbag and a wallet. And of course other things.

Oh we also went to this gigantic shopping mall (Pacific Plaza?). It has an open ice skating rink out of nowhere!



Hah, this was the place where we had those mango desserts.
Hui Lau Shan @ Causeway Bay.

As you can see, Lauren and I didn’t take many photos cause there aint time to take snaps when your fingers were busy browsing anything browsable. I am quite sure we went somewhere to rest/drink but I cant really remember cause there’s no picture evidence. Hmmm...

Grace re-joined us at Causeway Bay in the evening, after her dinner with the family. As Lauren and I hadn’t had dinner, she took us to this Macau restaurant . She left us soon however, cause she was off to meet some old friends. No biggie. After dinner, Lauren and I dragged our sorry feet and continued shopping.

Soon midnight almost crept in.
Shops, like it or not, were all closed.
So we two retreated to Starbucks.
Ah, coffee.


Nothing like familiar coffee to wrap up your day...and our last night in Hong Kong.


Sunday 8 July 2007
Woke up early we did for it was the last day. We all bundled into Grace’s car and her father brought us to this yummy fish ball noodle place for breakfast/lunch. The fish ball...out of this world.



After the meal, we went to the bohemian/retro sea-side spot -Stanley Market Chek Chue..cool place. The downside? The mid day heat was beginning to give all of us a headache. ‘Scorching’ was not even fit to describe the day.








There was this stretch of eateries at Stanley Chek Chue along the sea front and they kind of reminded me of an underdeveloped boat quay. But less sleazier and more family-oriented. The gelato cafes were tempting us to come in to cool ourselves.

We were melting!
We almost fried our brains!


Meaningless shots showing that Grace and I were losing it.

Couldnt take it.
Retreated to the nearest McDonalds for ice cold drinks.

Bundled into the car again and this time, we headed to Repulse Bay. That name still doesn’t fail to crack me up. Haha.

There are some Buddhist stuff there. Many tourists from China were there. All of them were seen jostling to take photos with the statues. Me? I just stand in the sun and roast myself.




There was this little statue which was especially popular. If I’m not wrong, the statue was said to bring good fertility to those who touched it. Or something like that. So our 2 friends decided to join the fray. Had to take a few 'NG' shots before I could finally take a proper shot of them molesting the statue.




More stupid shots of us at Repulse Bay...and of Lauren trying to jump.
Whatever.
Just check out the view in the background, okay?






Naturally, we got all sweaty attempting all the jumps. We stank up the car and together with the heat, it was getting unbearable. Hahahaha. Think Grace and I were beginning to get heatstroke.

Anyway our ‘Tour of Duty’ wasn’t finished. Grace’s father drove us to Ocean Park next. We didn’t go in...but they figured since I hadn’t seen it, they would be kind enough to drive me there.




Except taxis and private cars dorp off.
Dorp off.
Get it? Get it?

Anyway Ocean Park was extremely crowded that day. I bet there must have been some heatstroke/dehydration cases. Oh well. The place looked fantastic. Next time, I’ll definitely go in.


Us at the back seat.


Our tour was finished. But there was still time left before we headed back. So Grace’s parents dropped Grace, Steph, Lauren and I at the ferry station so that we could sit on the ferry for a little bit of sght-seeing. Okay it was for me...cause I wanted to take the Star Ferry at Star Ferry Pier Central. Bah.

Took the ferry to the other side (Tsim Sha Tsui Ferry Pier) and back.
Hahaha.
Like that also happy.







From the ferry terminal, we took a bus back to Grace’s place. The ride home was sheer torture! The aircon was barely working and the whole bus was stuffy. Everyone was suffering. I couldn’t take it anymore. Forced meself to sleep otherwise, I’d get delirious. Horrible.

Reached home, took a quick shower, did last minute packing and hung out at Steph’s room. Here are some pictures of Grace’s pad.


The room/beds where we slept.



The bathroom and Grace/Steph’s room.

Then it was time to go. But before going to the airport, Grace’s parents brought us to this obscure place where we had to walk under a bridge and pass a big longkang. We were going to have dinner at this really far-flung restaurant (Yung Kee restaurant?) which served really yummy goose meat.


Grace’s father: The longkang here makes the goose meat nicer. The smellier the longkang, the better.


Strangely, it was true. Eerk!





We then made our way to the airport. Bade everyone goodbye and thanked Grace’s family for having us over.




Plane took off around 2015hrs and it was a rough flight – stuffy and just plain bad. All of us couldn’t sleep and were just eager to land.

So that’s it.

Will I go to Hong Kong again?
Of course!

..
..
..

With a truckload of cash this time round.


P/S: Thank you Grace!

P/P/S: Oh..dont you worry. I will.


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