| Nov. 19th, 2009 @ 01:10 am the revenge of the best |
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Current Location: middle america
I'm not the only one who is:  happy*
Currently Singing: afraid but not petrified
live journalism... that's the whole reason why this thing is called "'live'journal" in the first place, innit? i(nter).s(cript). thanks tommy c. for that hexcellent hinterview with sir guy ritchie~>(and now we're back in action~)~ live journalism is what we all want, don't we? we all want to be live journaling because that would be the best job ever i.s. talk about doing something you love and never working a day in your life multiplied by the pardo factor (referencing the taste of old friends how smart would pardo be if he studied psychology :: how strong superman would be he if did p90x (psssst that means worked out~)) being a live journalist is exactly doing what you want to do and getting paid for it! or in a sense reporting in on and around the field simultaneously i.i.s which further proves the argument that all games are more fun and enjoyable when played together because we instinctively want to share stuff with the one(s) that we care about... ayn rand eat my shorts~) and keep/be living~ i.s. and you too teddy =p~) tbc~~~
*i was so happy to hear you it was like seeing you |
| Jun. 15th, 2006 @ 07:58 am this isnt even a story |
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I'm not the only one who is: hopeful
It seems that the sole purpose of this journal is to entertain people with boring deskjobs and nothing better to do, and i can live with that. however i can no longer produce the epic entries which once graced this now defunct journal. what has it been like six months since i wrote in here? Everyday i tell myself im gonna write something and everyday i disappoint my countless fans with nothing. I, whose picture you will see if you look up the definition of bum in the dictionary, am letting down people who actually do something with their lives besides sleeping till noon, eating peanuts, and playing video games. But no more. It truly is never too late and i am going to chronicle the shit out of this summer. so stay tuned cause mowgli is back in business and the cheese is flowing~ |
| Jan. 22nd, 2006 @ 12:57 am the sunchips and the fork |
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| Last night was one of those nights that I had been looking forward to all week and very much had high hopes for. But as the night drew nigh the possibility (read:probability) we would end up doing anything worthwile dwindled from slim to nil along with my gas tank and toolbox (which is wallet for the un-mitch-educated). But just like those times when you happen to have exact change in your pocket or you find that awesome shirt youve been searching for for weeks under your pillow, the littlest thing made me smile. Upon first glance the "well- stocked" chip aisle at sav on seemed to be sorely missing the french onion sunchips with which I had vowed to return. D^P and I were sufficiently bummed to say the least, and so we turned our efforts to the location of flaming hot cheetos. We both decided to splurge and shell out the extra thirty cents and get the crunchy instead of the fries, cause we love koby that much =). After sacrificing fiji for arrowhead water we nonchalantly walked by the chip aisle again because it was on the way to the cashier. That was when I spotted it. Nestled behind some classic lays and rold gold pretzels was a lone bag of french onion sunchips peeking out, barely visible. I grabbed the bag like it was the holy grail and triumphantly transported it to the cash register where we paid for our goodies and were on our merry way. However the night did not end there, no sir. After we had successfully delivered the goods and we embarked upon a new quest to secure two eating utensils for our cup noodles. Because we werent willing to go dumpster diving into what was supposedly a "clean fork" that may or may not have even existed we trudged (in the car) back to East empty handed. Once inside Big DP discovered a hidden cache of forks on his highest shelf. Armed with our plastic cutlery we set upon the steaming feast of microwave noodles. After a particularly delicious bite I sat back in my chair to let the sweetness of the cheapness sink in. And there it was to my right sitting there on the side table grinning at me like a little kid who knows exactly how to get what he wants, a box of forks. |
| Jan. 1st, 2006 @ 07:41 pm resolutions? |
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Last year's resolutions worked out pretty well for me and I'm gonna give this goal-setting thing another shot.
- No broken bones in 2006. First of all, in the new year I am gonna do my best to stay out of that abominable establishment known as the hospital. Too much time did I spend in an office or lying in a bed last year due to my wrist.
- Finish The List.
- And lastly, stick to my guns, cause it applies to more than just finding a parking spot in the galleria the day after thanksgiving, it's good advice for life (thanks woody).
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| Dec. 25th, 2005 @ 10:34 pm unlocking the secret of ginger ale |
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Currently Singing: Beulah - Ballad Of The Lonely Argonaut
While my brother was telling us how to get free drinks on an airplane (you gotta look for what they dont have, order it, then act all bummed when you "find out" they dont carry your libation of choice), the topic of ginger ale bubbled to the surface of conversation. We came to the conclusion that Ginger ale is a beverage best enjoyed in the comfort/discomfort of an airplane seat. This is because ginger ale doesnt achieve its maximum flavor potential unless it is at least 30,000 ft into the atmosphere. Just another astute observation of one of my many cool cousins and not one of the ones that beats me up. I'm still sore from those kids wailing on me with pingpong paddles and waffleblocks and whatever else they can get their grubby little paws on and human bowling didnt help either. |
| Dec. 23rd, 2005 @ 11:57 pm the squid and the what? |
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I'm not the only one who is:  sick
don't you hate it when your nose is so clogged up with that yummy mixture of slimy mucus and gooey boogers that you can't breathe out of it so you have to brush your teeth with your mouth open and then all the toothpaste just falls out of your mouth onto your favorite shirt that just got washed?... yea me too, which is why it's times like these I curse my bipedal terrestrial ancestors and wish I had me a sleek functional blowhole with which I could respire while brushing my baleen, err I mean teeth. |
| Nov. 4th, 2005 @ 03:05 am The Adventures of Captain Crimson Junior and the Yellow Power Ranger |
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| Check, check, one-two, one-two, is this thing on?... Faaaantastick, aright I am captain crimson junior and I had the incredible fortune of drawing the exact opposite roommate of poor pat down in south bend. He's a physics major, which is basically a euphemism for babe magnet, hails from vermont, and listens to incredible tunes and watches excellent movies along with family guy and aqua teen. So yea, in short I'm the luckiest bastard this side of the continental divide. We have this radio show on wednesday nights at 8:30pm pacific time (thats 10:30 for you arithmetically challenged readers out there, namely ralph). We play some techno take requests by fone and IM so check it out next wednesday, just go to kdawg.redlands.edu and click listen, the number to call in is (909)728-6373 i think, ill double check. Anyway, things is good out in redlands, I know I havent been writing lately, I need to get back into it, lots of stuff i wish i had written down. I'm a little rusty writing and it's like 3 oclock so im gonna hit the ol dusty trail, thank you and good night~ |
| Sep. 7th, 2005 @ 06:44 pm A Technicolor Tombstone |
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I only have a trial version of word on my laptop so I decided to write my film journal on livejournal for people seriously bored enough to waste the 30 seconds it would take to skim thru my poorly put together summary/reflection on the film shower. It is super cheesy so if anyone is staring at a huge paper and in need of a confidence booster here is my shitty article. enjoy-
Shower is a touching tale of the relationships within a less than ordinary family. When Da Ming, the older brother who left his humble hometown to become a successful businessman in Shenzen, receives a postcard from Er Ming, his mentally retarded brother, apparently depicting his father on his deathbed, the son hurries home to see if in fact his father has passed away. Upon arriving at his father's bath house he feels relieved to find his father in good health but also a bit awkward. As if he had just stepped through a rift in time, the basic lifestyle which he left years ago has not changed in the slightest. Opera bouncing off the tile walls, cricket fights, and backrubs are just some of the things that keep the regulars coming back to Master Liu's bathhouse. Clothed in the only collared shirt in sight Da Ming decides that it is best for him to return to where he came from because he had lost touch with his roots. Er Ming accompanies his older brother to purchase Da Ming's return ticket, but wanders off on his own during the transaction. After searching in vain for his little brother Da Ming returns to the bathhouse empty handed. Having already lost one son, Master Liu was adamant to find his one remaining son and truly irked that his other son had even bothered coming home just to cause such trouble. The next morning Er Ming strolls in as if nothing has happened and once again Da Ming prepares to depart. However he decides to stay and help his father board up the bathhouse during a violent storm and begins to feel at home again. I believe the storm was the proverbial straw that broke the horse's back, ultimately killing Master Liu and leaving Er Ming in the care of his older brother. In dying Master Liu took with him the spirit of the bathhouse and the tradition of the old ways because the village was slated for destruction in order to make room for the next metropolis to spring up in a matter of years. It was only after Master Liu's death that the entrepreneur installed the neon sign, a technicolor tombstone of the traditions of the past.
Humor, interesting plot, and involving themes aren't the only reasons I liked this movie. I think having an older brother myself helped me appreciate the relationship between Da and Er Ming more. Their relationship is an interesting one, as is the father son relationship of Er Ming and Master Liu. Because of Da Ming's departure into the business world, Master Liu has stepped into the role of Er Ming's older brother. The more time these two characters spent together the stronger their unique bond grew, encompassing playful races at night and having fun while working at the bathhouse. The pair were inseparable. And so it is no surprise that Master Liu snapped at Da Ming when Er Ming was lost, bringing me to a theme that I believe is essential for living. Admitting one's own mistake can be a difficult thing to do, but learning from them and striving to not make the same mistake again is the true challenge. In Shower the two mistakes that stand out to me are the aforementioned outbreak of Master Liu and Da Ming's decision to not tell his wife about his brother's disability. In both cases the guilty party sincerely apologized and did whatever possible to fix the situation, which demonstrates that skyscrapers and modern technology are not the only barometers of culture and civilization. |
| Sep. 1st, 2005 @ 12:15 am the longest game of uno... ever |
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Yea I played uno on my first night at college what of it? I may not have gone to any rajun partays, knocked any hot babes, drowned my sorrow, or fueled my hate, but i had a good time today and im proud. The new setting is still a little unfamiliar to me as per usual for anyone moving away from home, but people are generally friendly and everyone is helpful. Everyone who i have met so far is pretty cool and i know theres plenty of people whom i havent met yet. Anyway i know it's hard to judge a place based on the chaotic events of one measly little day, but i think know im gonna like it here. I also know that im gonna need a lot of work if i want to do well cause three identical sentence structures in a row isnt gonna cut it. Im glad i had the pleasure of meeting up with the dtrain at usc. After a yummy dinner at max chicken (it truly is sarap to the bone) my aunt lisa (who isnt really my aunt) drove me down and dropped me off. Sitting there next to the parking garage right at the entrance of gate three, dan and i played a little cell fone cat and mouse and eventually stumbled into each other. Sometime during our exchange of words, hugs, and handshakes we were rudely interrupted by the insane cussing and screaming of some random guy who prolly didnt even go to the school, to say every other word was some form of fuck would not be exaggeration. We strolled back to his dorm the long way shooting the bull as he pointed out useful usc facilities. We kicked it in his dorm for about an hour killing time until the a capella performances. It was during our trek back to the very steps we were standing earlier that the double double take (i still have yet to coin the right phrase to describe this phenomenon) took place. Literally put two and two together and youll figure it out. The singing was good even thought we couldnt hear too well, overall it was a good time. I had to cut out early and my dad snapped a pic of myself and the dtrain before i stepped into our car and sadly not into the car in front of us in which no less than eight scantily clad dames were sardined in a volkswagen jetta i believe. Thanks for showing me a good time, dan, we'll meet up again for sure and good luck with price is right (sorry they dont film on weekends =\ ). I better wrap this up though cause i gotta wake up early tomorrow for breakfast and another full day, so remember if you want to kill someone, the orange grove is the place to dispose the body, dont light candles or incense cause when the dog and/or cat thats not supposed to be in your room knocks it over and the alcohol that youre not supposed to have either ignites, youre in for some serious shit.
sixty~ |
| Aug. 21st, 2005 @ 11:31 am there goes my elbow |
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| surgery went well i guess i was able to go home the day of where i found my bed and passed out for the night, ugh and it still hurts like hell. Tomorrow im gonna have to get a cast above my elbow so thats gonna cut the already few things i can do in half. oh well at at least that will only be for a month, man now i really wish i had broken it doing something cool not tubing... |
| Aug. 18th, 2005 @ 03:20 am unimportant |
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Ive been thinking a lot about this past weekend and how much I want to put it all on proverbial paper. Now it may have been the severe lack of sleep (a mere 13 hours in four nights) or the firewater coursing through my veins or the pain pills fleecing my nerves (prolly a combination of the two) that has brought me to the conclusion that this was indeed the best weekend of my entire life.
In strategically planned preparation for friday night's festivities, Jon and I decided that it would be a good idea to get as little sleep as possible the night before bandana therapist's smashing goodbye bash where we knew there would be no sleep allowed. Good idea~ From the moment I saw the red LED ten of the clock next to the bed I did everything in my power to fall back asleep but to no avail. I had too much to look forward to that day and the anticipation had me glued. I rolled out of bed, kicked jon out of the house, and hopped into the car with my sister. I went to frank and helens with steve in an attempt to get my hands on the coolest hat in the world, while she hung out with her friend from london. I was heartbroken to find out the hat was not for sale, and so my sister and I made our way to half dress rehearsal, which turned out to be an actual dress rehearsal. It's all good though not everyone had their dancing gear anyway. Two hours flew by as we learned how to process in, effectively double the dance time without learning any new steps, and gracefully exit. Emily fell on her ass when dave was trying to dip her which is what happens when you drink during practice.
Anyway thats as far as I'm gonna get typing about last weekend for now cause its wednesday night right now and i dont even remember when i wrote the two previous paragraphs. I cannot put into words the relief that rushed through my body when I found out I was neither dying from some heretofore undiscovered strain of deadly cancer nor housing the ripe eggs of a spider that had crawled under my cast, nestled in my gaping wound, and laid dozens of eggs which somehow found their way into my bloodstream where they hitched a ride to my abdominal wall and began wreaking collective havoc on my innards. Don't ask me what happened all I know is that it was excruciating pain I would rather not go through again and that it is over for now. Sorry soap opera addicts no sappy sentimental teary-eyed goodbyes here tune in next week and you might get lucky ^_~ |
| Aug. 7th, 2005 @ 01:51 am being a gimp aint so bad |
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| hahaha man its quarter to two and i just got home im using this hand even tho im not supposed to. Last time i got drunk was an emily special and this time i had an emily special (back to one hand now that my mom is watching). If connors house is half as fun as tonight was then i think we'll all have somefond memories to part with. Tim celebrated his grad party on the same day as rj inawat which is rather unfortunate because i couldnt stay at both, but that doesnt mean i wasnt able to pig out andhave fun at both parties. hmm i seem to be missing a few spaces but lets justchalk it up to the fact that im one handed and not tothe fact that im not quite myself due to the numerous amole (honestly got no idea how to spell his name) surprises and emily specials. come to think of it the last i was drunk was prom night not in spain )sorry nikhil) hahah tah t parentheses was the wrong way and i odnt even care, not to mention i already said that bit. Back at the inawat's sleep was such a foreign concept to me, but when i got in the car i passed out, but now that im home Im awake again. My fingers are still as fat as my thumb but i think my hand is slowly getting better. dammit i forgot to borrow heat guy J from ryan, SHoot! Ill just have to catch him before he goes to indiana. Incoherent ramblings reaching boiling point i think i better get to bed and rest this weak hand o mine. looking forward to this weekend~ |
| Aug. 2nd, 2005 @ 08:13 pm unimportant |
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Currently Singing: bird york - in the deep
navicular, lunate, triquetrum, pisiform, multongular (greater), multongular (lesser), capitate (and) hamate.
Never lower Tillie's panties, mother might come home~
Tomorrow I go under the knife at 11am at st joseph health center west, right near my house. I don't even know how long I'll be under. I have to be there at nine and I'm still so sore from last night's games. I want to go celebrate pat's birthday and welcome my sister home, but my body wants me to stay right where I am and pass out. I went totally fatcamp at pasta house today. The baked mostaccioli turned out to be more than I expected. Meatballs as big as your fist do not go quietly, especially when they're backed by an army of steaming noodles swimming in scalding hot sauce topped with provel. We had the perfect diversion for boosting a handful of tomato shaped pasta house antennae toppers, but we opted to slip out the front door under the cover of falling pans rather than risk the wrath of the entire pasta house empire. After a brief sticky rice stop at home we departed for west county where we gawked at the outrageously overpriced clothing at nordstrom, reminisced about the good ol days of peachy penguins, and I went one for two of hot friends (read: chicks whose names I know) working. Now I'm back home and I'm just as full as I was five hours ago. |
| Aug. 2nd, 2005 @ 01:21 am unimportant |
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I'm not the only one who is: cheerful
The death of mowgli
First to worst
Reuniting he Spanish elite
Everyone tune into the Price is Right on October 20th!!
This last one goes out to my buddy ptuck, who may not know it, but I love him. Happy Birthday Pat, I'm gonna miss you~ |
| Jul. 29th, 2005 @ 10:47 pm gimp |
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I'm not the only one who is:  depressed
Currently Singing: casino versus japan - local forecast
my wrist
Today I watched the free-spirited high-flying bird of my summer ceremoniously sacrificed and eviscerated in a matter of minutes. As I waited in the patient's room for the doc to interpret the entrails aka read the zrays, I feared the worst. And when he finally burst through the door I found out it was worse than I thought. I had a nasty navicular fracture in my right wrist that had gone untreated for some time. The bone around the fracture had already begun to dissolve ( I think it's called avascular necrosis, but I'm no doctor) and I would need surgery as soon as possible, but until then I am forced to immobilize the said wrist in a cast. I really should have had it looked at as soon as i hurt it and probably shouldnt have bowled every week since then, but I guess you learn something every day. |
| Jul. 29th, 2005 @ 03:40 am absence makes the heart grow fonder |
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Can't you hear it?...Shhh turn off your iPods and quit jabbering on your cell phones for ten seconds... now can you hear it? No, not the silence, listen harder, for the sound of jokes that will never be heard, of conversations that will never be spoken, of stories that will never be told, of good times that just won't be the same. That is the sound of a city weeping for the loss of one of her finest men, a man who can put a smile on anyone's face and turn the boring and mundane into hilarious and fun. But after a long hug and a reluctant goodbye, I realized something. I can't exactly pinpoint what triggered this revelation of mine, but I would have to say I only came to this conclusion because last summer a good friend of mine who I also had to say goodbye to, left me with a good piece of advice, which I can't recite word for word but will always stick with me. Our time apart makes our time together that much better. These next two weeks will fly by and he'll be back before we know it, so I say we just let loose and have a great time because I know that's what he's gonna be doing and he would want us to do the same.
hmm a little cheesy and unrefined, but I think I got the point across, bah whatever. And as for me I think I have figured out how to deal with my miniscule problems, everything should be alright =)
papa don't preej~ |
| Jul. 28th, 2005 @ 12:13 am unimportant |
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| life's a turd, dont wipe too much or it hurts |
| Jul. 26th, 2005 @ 01:27 am not ready for august |
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| I just want a little more time... |
| Jul. 22nd, 2005 @ 02:19 am life without jon |
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Currently Singing: WarioWare: TWISTED! - Kid Icarus
Hard to believe that it has only been four days since he left, so much has happened in his absence I wish he could have been here. Following the intense exhibition on monday was a relaxing and much more enjoyable round of minigolf topped off with a spin in the human blender aka sean's trunk. Who would have thought that sean has the capacity to cram four adult bodies into his trunk? When we grew tired of loitering in the qdoba parking lot we followed our noses to the nearest schnucks and proceeded to guzzle a gallon of bolthouse farms drinks. With a name like green goodness you would think that it has to be at least decent, but it turns out that jerusalem artichoke, garlic, and nova scotia dulce don't really mix too well with apples,kiwi, and lime. After our weekly tropicana bowl where they mischievously tried to pull a fast one on us by switching the wristband color to blue instead of classic yellow and a brief pitstop at schnucks, four foolish explorers set out for the land that man forgot. Yea, it's on highway 3 just north of club 64 east, you cant miss those ominous smoke stacks looming over the dense jungle underbrush. We remembered to forget our machetes this time around because we parked around the side and hoofed it along the path rather than blazing a trail through the trees over the quicksand. However we weren't even at the building when we heard the vicious barking of what must have been one nasty starving hound guarding some dirty hobo while he was passed out from demasiado don simon. We did what any sensible human being would do and we got the fuck out of there. The familiar sound of a footstep on gravel was all that it took to shatter the awkward pause where we all just stood dumbfounded around the car not knowing what to do, Sean whipped out the keys unlocked the car and we were gone. With armour out of the question we decided to try our luck at hunter, which turned out to be not as cool a complex as armour, but scarier. Lots of confining closed spaces, dripping water, and bats all lent to the creepy atmosphere. It was difficult to tell whether that noise down the hall came from the factory across the road or a truck driving nearby or something else... We were treated to a little show once we got to the roof, we watched as a cop searched sean's car and the surrounding forest and then sped off. Taking this as our cue for exit we filed down the stairs sans big red's guiding light and surged over the rusted metal cracked bricks and chunks of cement and enjoyed the "scenic" route home. |
| Jul. 18th, 2005 @ 06:50 am farewell |
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I'm not the only one who is:  sad
I never knew how much I needed him until now. Now that hes gone and I'm slumped here choking back tears remembering the good times (and bad) we've had over the years. Yea I know he'll be back soon, but it won't be long before I leave and I won't be coming back, at least not back to the same place. That place of volleyball and soccer of swimming and ping pong of smoothies and video games, that elusive valhalla we all strive to reach someday, which I believe I have tasted this past week. However the gaming must go on and there will forever be a tv in your honor, plugged and ready, right next to mine. Earl "Curls" Paintchip, I hardly knew ye and yet you were my best friend, take care old buddy and Godspeed. You will be sorely missed~ |
| Jul. 17th, 2005 @ 12:40 am unimportant |
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Currently Singing: WarioWare: TWISTED! - Wario de Mambo
It is beginning to take its toll. My eyelids are heavy, my reflexes are dull, my thumb is raw, and my eyes are burning. This is what happens when you subject your body to the ruthless torture of two guys two tvs and a whole lot of games. Over the course of the past week I have clocked in a truly unhealthy amount of time gaming. Averaging about 8-10 hours a day with totals in the high 70s this is the main reason I havent seen much of anyone in the past week besides the soccer game and bowling. Not counting the occasional 11:55pm run to schnucks and dance practice those two are the only times I have torn myself away from the tv screen. I really should get out of the house because august is nearly upon us and this bliss will soon be over. |
| Jun. 28th, 2005 @ 12:49 am still undefeated |
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| No mac and cheese feast tonight, but I did score the goal of my life. Popped up a bank off the wall then side volleyed with my left foot, it was a beauty and ill never hit one like it again. But during my temporary high after scoring such a sweet goal I did make the fatal mistake of celebrating my first goal. In the future I will keep my elation latent and restrain from throwing down the backflip after a goal. We take the league leaders by storm and coolly move to 2-0-1 in style. |
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