Here we go...
Monday, August 23, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
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Friday, August 20, 2010
on the move...
I have been doing some physio of late; (orthopaedic's orders... and insisted by my mom) for my back. Nothing that you should be alarmed about. Just a precautionary measure. So, I hope to learn some stretching methods before jetting off on Monday.
Hot packs will be put on my back; to help release the tension of some of my muscles on my back. Basically this is what is happening to my back....
One side's muscles is stronger than the other. So, it's kinda at an uneven strength/tension... kinda like strings on a guitar... a good one. This cumulative effect will cause my posture to be somewhat Crooked with a capital C, similar to the shape of my spine now. So, if you could strum my back muscles like a guitar, it would produce good music... but 20 years down the road, it could really hurt... a lot... and I might be hunched... sideways!
For a quick fix solution, the therapist hope to strengthen the muscles on one side, while reducing the tightness of the muscles on the other side. But of course I still would need to do my own stretching at home after the sessions. Also, the therapist put this type of plaster on my back to help my body re-accustom itself to my new posture.
Like the pink one here Mr Beckham is wearing. It's called a kinesio tape.
Hot packs will be put on my back; to help release the tension of some of my muscles on my back. Basically this is what is happening to my back....
One side's muscles is stronger than the other. So, it's kinda at an uneven strength/tension... kinda like strings on a guitar... a good one. This cumulative effect will cause my posture to be somewhat Crooked with a capital C, similar to the shape of my spine now. So, if you could strum my back muscles like a guitar, it would produce good music... but 20 years down the road, it could really hurt... a lot... and I might be hunched... sideways!
For a quick fix solution, the therapist hope to strengthen the muscles on one side, while reducing the tightness of the muscles on the other side. But of course I still would need to do my own stretching at home after the sessions. Also, the therapist put this type of plaster on my back to help my body re-accustom itself to my new posture.
Like the pink one here Mr Beckham is wearing. It's called a kinesio tape.The customary tension on each plaster (there are two on my back) will help align my back to the 'correct' position. It is as if I am a puppet at the end of two strings of different tension. Although, the feeling is subtle, subconsciously, my body will try to position itself such that the tension in both plasters are at its minimum. I wouldn't have guess that this thing would actually work if the therapist had not said that my posture is getting better. I thought "Wow!". I was only having the therapy session for 4 days!
Along with this, I have been trying to get myself into shape ie. to build up my long-gone stamina. Did some jogging during the last 3 days... it hasn't been great, but hope it's enough.
Day 1: 4km in 31 mins.
Day 2: 5km in 37 mins.
Day 3: 4km in 31 mins.
Still slower than what I know I can do... hope to improve ;)
Anyway, I was resting on a bench near the playground after my jog. While huffing and puffing through my sweat soaked eyes, I could partially see some kids having fun. It allowed me to reminisce a bit about my childhood.
Then I remembered what a colleague ... well now ex-colleague told me when I was in GSK. Human interactions in the boardroom and in the playground are the same. In the boardroom, people squabble and debate their ideas, to convince everyone why their ideas deserved to be materialised. It's kinda the same as in the playground. There always seem to be a 'dominant' one. One who seems louder and bigger than the other kids. It reminded me of Rugrats.. the cartoon I used to watch as a kid. Hostility and cooperation can be identified among these kids. You can kinda figure out how they will be like as an adult.
So, there was this 'Angelica' there, on the swings and slides. You could see 'Angelica's' passion. It's great to see lively kids like that. So carefree.. nothing to worry about. Then another kid came by... I think this kid is a 'Chuckie'... seemingly shy; unsure of himself. 'Chuckie' wandered towards 'Angelica'... with hope that he could play together. 'Angelica' took one look and shunned poor 'Chuckie'. He was excluded. It probably didn't mean anything. It was probably my tired mind's conclusion. But what I saw and surmised is that those kind of things are the very foundation and fundamentally the future of our society's heartache. If only we learned to share when we are young. It's something that should be inculcated in all kids. Exclusion is hurtful. 'Chuckie' probably felt it. Or if he was a stronger lad that I saw, he probably just shrugged off what 'Angelica' said and play at the dirty grimy monkey bars although he was too short for it.
What 'Angelica' portray was an 'I' attitude. There should be more 'We' or 'Us' vocab among children. It helps in unifying themselves too. I got up to continue cooling myself down. Sweat was dripping all over myself. It was as if I was being squeezed bone dry. I imagined the hollow inner world that 'Angelica' was unknowingly creating for herself. A cave where one could get lost, where secrets can be kept, but where one would feel alone. If only she knew...
Along with this, I have been trying to get myself into shape ie. to build up my long-gone stamina. Did some jogging during the last 3 days... it hasn't been great, but hope it's enough.
Day 1: 4km in 31 mins.
Day 2: 5km in 37 mins.
Day 3: 4km in 31 mins.
Still slower than what I know I can do... hope to improve ;)
Anyway, I was resting on a bench near the playground after my jog. While huffing and puffing through my sweat soaked eyes, I could partially see some kids having fun. It allowed me to reminisce a bit about my childhood.
Then I remembered what a colleague ... well now ex-colleague told me when I was in GSK. Human interactions in the boardroom and in the playground are the same. In the boardroom, people squabble and debate their ideas, to convince everyone why their ideas deserved to be materialised. It's kinda the same as in the playground. There always seem to be a 'dominant' one. One who seems louder and bigger than the other kids. It reminded me of Rugrats.. the cartoon I used to watch as a kid. Hostility and cooperation can be identified among these kids. You can kinda figure out how they will be like as an adult.
So, there was this 'Angelica' there, on the swings and slides. You could see 'Angelica's' passion. It's great to see lively kids like that. So carefree.. nothing to worry about. Then another kid came by... I think this kid is a 'Chuckie'... seemingly shy; unsure of himself. 'Chuckie' wandered towards 'Angelica'... with hope that he could play together. 'Angelica' took one look and shunned poor 'Chuckie'. He was excluded. It probably didn't mean anything. It was probably my tired mind's conclusion. But what I saw and surmised is that those kind of things are the very foundation and fundamentally the future of our society's heartache. If only we learned to share when we are young. It's something that should be inculcated in all kids. Exclusion is hurtful. 'Chuckie' probably felt it. Or if he was a stronger lad that I saw, he probably just shrugged off what 'Angelica' said and play at the dirty grimy monkey bars although he was too short for it.
What 'Angelica' portray was an 'I' attitude. There should be more 'We' or 'Us' vocab among children. It helps in unifying themselves too. I got up to continue cooling myself down. Sweat was dripping all over myself. It was as if I was being squeezed bone dry. I imagined the hollow inner world that 'Angelica' was unknowingly creating for herself. A cave where one could get lost, where secrets can be kept, but where one would feel alone. If only she knew...
when the door opens...
I guess I choke easily, especially when I am surprised. I am not used... or maybe I always don't expect to bump into someone...
I was at the hospital after my 4th day of physio. The escalator opened, and so amongst the crowd, was a vaguely familiar face. I wasn't sure; so I didn't say anything. Besides, I was in the hospital. No one goes around in the hospital hoping to bump into someone you know.
But she acknowledged me. And then I kinda knew, but I kept my silence. I guess I was just as surprised as my friend. Anyway, she asked why I was there. She was genuinely concern about my back, when I told her I was there for therapy. So, the escalator reopened at the ground floor; we shook hands and parted ways. I felt like such a douche for not asking why she was there.......... ..... ....... ..... and yet... maybe .... I hope there's nothing to be concerned about. She came from one of the ward floors...
I was at the hospital after my 4th day of physio. The escalator opened, and so amongst the crowd, was a vaguely familiar face. I wasn't sure; so I didn't say anything. Besides, I was in the hospital. No one goes around in the hospital hoping to bump into someone you know.
But she acknowledged me. And then I kinda knew, but I kept my silence. I guess I was just as surprised as my friend. Anyway, she asked why I was there. She was genuinely concern about my back, when I told her I was there for therapy. So, the escalator reopened at the ground floor; we shook hands and parted ways. I felt like such a douche for not asking why she was there.......... ..... ....... ..... and yet... maybe .... I hope there's nothing to be concerned about. She came from one of the ward floors...
Monday, August 16, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
10
Where will you be on the 10th of October 2010 (10-10-10)? Somewhere far or closer to home? Most importantly, what would you be doing that day? It is a date we should have marked down on our calendar. Special things, I mean wonderful things are meant to happen that day. When the day comes, when that very moment comes to be, why don't we try to put ourselves what we will do; say 10 minutes into the future, 10 days, 10 months; even 10 years forward!
We orchestrate our lives. We play our game. We make the moves. We earn what we deserved. We reap what we sow.
Recently, a book title caught my attention. It's exactly about this. Making resolutions. Making our lives meaningful. Setting goals. We have the power to decide. We are the master of our destiny. There are times when I feel that I may not have enough strength. This is when I feel vulnerable; that perhaps I have exhausted myself, and that I may not be good enough to do what I want... to be who I wanna be.
All this while, I have been relying on chances, listening to people telling me what I am supposed to be. I guess this book helps to guide my blinded attempts to make something out of myself. All this while, I prefer not to look too far into the future. I prefer to just go with the flow, to ride the waves. But I realised that it's important to actually know where this boat is taking me, and how I am getting there. By envisioning myself through this time line, I can have more focus in whatever I do. I am now able to recognise the possibility to use some of my strengths to overcome my weakness. The choices we make, determines our action; the action that proceeds, shapes our future. Life would be more balance, simpler. Life could be more of our own.
The thoughts of my future escalated as my colleagues in office asked me about my future, about life after graduation. What would I do? Who will I be? I would usually evade these sort of questions. But right now I am please to share my dreams; and by sharing, hopefully it would further motivate myself to strive to new heights. Today was my last day, the end of my internship. It has been swell. The people are awesome and it was such a fantastic learning experience on my part. I always tried to give my all, to accomplish things at my own initiative. It didn't start off that way, but I learn to do things on my own after that. I can say that I have learnt a lot, not only about marketing, but about myself. I learn I can sometimes surprise myself, if I wear my heart on my sleeve. It's all these little "other things" that we learn that will stick with us forever. Many "10s" to the team at GSK.
And so, at hindsight, I have 10 more days before I am off. What will I do? I will enjoy myself wholly. I will spend time at home, with my family as much as I can. I will do the jogging I have been putting off all this while. I will eat the buka puasa food at the gerai-gerai near my neighbourhood. I shall relax amidst the countdown people are doing for me on my behalf.
And now.. I need my sleep.. eye swollen.. got to be at the hospital by 10....
We orchestrate our lives. We play our game. We make the moves. We earn what we deserved. We reap what we sow.
Recently, a book title caught my attention. It's exactly about this. Making resolutions. Making our lives meaningful. Setting goals. We have the power to decide. We are the master of our destiny. There are times when I feel that I may not have enough strength. This is when I feel vulnerable; that perhaps I have exhausted myself, and that I may not be good enough to do what I want... to be who I wanna be.
All this while, I have been relying on chances, listening to people telling me what I am supposed to be. I guess this book helps to guide my blinded attempts to make something out of myself. All this while, I prefer not to look too far into the future. I prefer to just go with the flow, to ride the waves. But I realised that it's important to actually know where this boat is taking me, and how I am getting there. By envisioning myself through this time line, I can have more focus in whatever I do. I am now able to recognise the possibility to use some of my strengths to overcome my weakness. The choices we make, determines our action; the action that proceeds, shapes our future. Life would be more balance, simpler. Life could be more of our own.
The thoughts of my future escalated as my colleagues in office asked me about my future, about life after graduation. What would I do? Who will I be? I would usually evade these sort of questions. But right now I am please to share my dreams; and by sharing, hopefully it would further motivate myself to strive to new heights. Today was my last day, the end of my internship. It has been swell. The people are awesome and it was such a fantastic learning experience on my part. I always tried to give my all, to accomplish things at my own initiative. It didn't start off that way, but I learn to do things on my own after that. I can say that I have learnt a lot, not only about marketing, but about myself. I learn I can sometimes surprise myself, if I wear my heart on my sleeve. It's all these little "other things" that we learn that will stick with us forever. Many "10s" to the team at GSK.
And so, at hindsight, I have 10 more days before I am off. What will I do? I will enjoy myself wholly. I will spend time at home, with my family as much as I can. I will do the jogging I have been putting off all this while. I will eat the buka puasa food at the gerai-gerai near my neighbourhood. I shall relax amidst the countdown people are doing for me on my behalf.
And now.. I need my sleep.. eye swollen.. got to be at the hospital by 10....
Thursday, August 12, 2010
penultimate day
There were some things I did today at work which I haven't done before.
1. Have a decent breakfast in the pantry. The bread there is free everyday, with an option of either:
a) Hot chocolate
b) Teh Tarik
c) Cappuccino
I chose option a). No kidding it was seriously hot. My tongue even feels a little desensitised now. Hoh worh ith.
2. My breakfast consisted of onions. Crunch. Ermm.. No.. I did not eat it like an apple. It was in my sandwich. So, I felt my breath was a bit overwhelming. I didn't have any breath mints. And I knew I had to talk to one of my colleague about something. If I were to approach her, it's anyone's guess what might her reaction be. So I squeeze some RR on my finger.. like on a toothbrush, sized up the situation, surveyed my perimeters, and put it into my mouth. I went straight to the toilet to gargle a bit, and 60 seconds later, my breath is as fresh as ever! :D
3. Raymond took me out for lunch. He gave me a choice.
a) Jusco
b) TGIF at Wangsa Walk
c) Korean food at Ampang Point
I picked c). Because, a), I am always eating there. b) I just went there about 2 weeks ago with my family. And c), it has been a long time since I ate Korean food. It was okay. Not bad.
4. I cleaned the "store" room. Well its name is actually the Future's room. It's not something I particularly enjoy doing. But someone has got to do it, and well... it's one way to leave a legacy.. here in GSK; although I am giving about 2 weeks tops before I think chaos will return to the room :p Anyway, I threw away some stuffs.. and sold off some. I should probably make about RM6k++ in the process. So now it's pretty decent. At least there's a proper route inside. I called it Lorong JL. :D
5. On a serious note, I learnt a bit about BTL materials (Below the Line). And I helped to raise the approval of an AW (Artwork) which I had instructed an agency of ours to do.
Lazy to explain about Above the Line and BTL.... SO I rip a paragraph off Wiki:
So, even though it was my second last day, there were still plenty of firsts.... :) Fantastic time in GSK. :D
1. Have a decent breakfast in the pantry. The bread there is free everyday, with an option of either:
a) Hot chocolate
b) Teh Tarik
c) Cappuccino
I chose option a). No kidding it was seriously hot. My tongue even feels a little desensitised now. Hoh worh ith.
2. My breakfast consisted of onions. Crunch. Ermm.. No.. I did not eat it like an apple. It was in my sandwich. So, I felt my breath was a bit overwhelming. I didn't have any breath mints. And I knew I had to talk to one of my colleague about something. If I were to approach her, it's anyone's guess what might her reaction be. So I squeeze some RR on my finger.. like on a toothbrush, sized up the situation, surveyed my perimeters, and put it into my mouth. I went straight to the toilet to gargle a bit, and 60 seconds later, my breath is as fresh as ever! :D
3. Raymond took me out for lunch. He gave me a choice.
a) Jusco
b) TGIF at Wangsa Walk
c) Korean food at Ampang Point
I picked c). Because, a), I am always eating there. b) I just went there about 2 weeks ago with my family. And c), it has been a long time since I ate Korean food. It was okay. Not bad.
4. I cleaned the "store" room. Well its name is actually the Future's room. It's not something I particularly enjoy doing. But someone has got to do it, and well... it's one way to leave a legacy.. here in GSK; although I am giving about 2 weeks tops before I think chaos will return to the room :p Anyway, I threw away some stuffs.. and sold off some. I should probably make about RM6k++ in the process. So now it's pretty decent. At least there's a proper route inside. I called it Lorong JL. :D
5. On a serious note, I learnt a bit about BTL materials (Below the Line). And I helped to raise the approval of an AW (Artwork) which I had instructed an agency of ours to do.
Lazy to explain about Above the Line and BTL.... SO I rip a paragraph off Wiki:
In a nutshell, while ATL promotions are tailored for a mass audience, BTL promotions are targeted at individuals according to their needs or preferences. While ATL promotions can establish brand identity, BTL can actually lead to a sale. ATL promotions are also difficult to measure well, while BTL promotions are highly measurable, giving marketers valuable insights into their return-on-investment.I am quite happy with the AW. :) :)
So, even though it was my second last day, there were still plenty of firsts.... :) Fantastic time in GSK. :D
Saturday, August 7, 2010
dial S for Stucked!
The other day, I was attempting to complete a puzzle on a game - The Mystery of Dire Grove. One of the puzzle had me thinking. It was something like this. A circular shaped puzzle which acts like a security barrier between me and another room - ala Lara Croft style. What I had to do to unlock the lock was to align all the pieces together ... something like aligning the planets like such:
but knowing that each 'planets' revolves the 'sun' at different time durations. SO.. to get them to align isn't as simple.
Or like turning the dial of a safe. Every time you lock in a number correctly, the locking mechanism behind it will slowly unlatch the hooks which encases the treasures stored within. If you get it wrong, the latch flicks back in, locking back everything in place.
Sometimes I feel this is exactly how problems come about. No matter how careful we are in avoiding them, but somehow, circumstances happen, which can challenge whatever SOPs (standard operating procedures) we have been following. Nothing is perfect. Whatever preparations can be undone easily.
However this is not to say we should stop planning ahead into the future. What I am trying to say is that we should not punish ourselves for every problem we did not expect. These things happen, albeit not often. Even if we tried to improve the system, there is this such thing called the "normalising effect".
Suppose if we installed the best possible anti-virus into our laptop; most definitely we would expect that our laptop would turn into Ford Knox right? Well, theoretically, yes. But, due to negligence, we would then tend to surf the net a little more, we would leave our laptop on all day long, we would download movies/songs indiscriminately. Now that is like a negative feedback working, a yin-yang universal law, the normalising effect. It may not occur immediately, but it does happen. Somehow when we try to improve an aspect of something, we end up compromising... or a better word... exposing the weakness of another.
But to reiterate again....
If you fail to plan, you plan to fail. But be wary, no matter how much preparation effort into something, we should always expect the unexpected. Don't be afraid of not succeeding always.
Dial S for Solving. Solving your puzzles the best way you can.
What's the point you ask? A friend of mine would say, "A problem solved is a problem lessened". I say, "A problem solved, is a lesson learned".
but knowing that each 'planets' revolves the 'sun' at different time durations. SO.. to get them to align isn't as simple.Or like turning the dial of a safe. Every time you lock in a number correctly, the locking mechanism behind it will slowly unlatch the hooks which encases the treasures stored within. If you get it wrong, the latch flicks back in, locking back everything in place.
Sometimes I feel this is exactly how problems come about. No matter how careful we are in avoiding them, but somehow, circumstances happen, which can challenge whatever SOPs (standard operating procedures) we have been following. Nothing is perfect. Whatever preparations can be undone easily.
However this is not to say we should stop planning ahead into the future. What I am trying to say is that we should not punish ourselves for every problem we did not expect. These things happen, albeit not often. Even if we tried to improve the system, there is this such thing called the "normalising effect".
Suppose if we installed the best possible anti-virus into our laptop; most definitely we would expect that our laptop would turn into Ford Knox right? Well, theoretically, yes. But, due to negligence, we would then tend to surf the net a little more, we would leave our laptop on all day long, we would download movies/songs indiscriminately. Now that is like a negative feedback working, a yin-yang universal law, the normalising effect. It may not occur immediately, but it does happen. Somehow when we try to improve an aspect of something, we end up compromising... or a better word... exposing the weakness of another.
But to reiterate again....
If you fail to plan, you plan to fail. But be wary, no matter how much preparation effort into something, we should always expect the unexpected. Don't be afraid of not succeeding always.
Dial S for Solving. Solving your puzzles the best way you can.
What's the point you ask? A friend of mine would say, "A problem solved is a problem lessened". I say, "A problem solved, is a lesson learned".
Thursday, August 5, 2010
leaving town....
It's haunting me now..
That I have to go.
I am sad to leave...
But I will keep on moving.
Looking out of the window,
the smell,
the sight,
the feel...
it's hard to swallow...
I have to admit,
I will definitely...
miss Home...
And so I am on my way to UK,
I shall hope for the best... :)
I shall hope for the best... :)
Adapted from:
Daughtry - Tennessee Line
Daughtry - Tennessee Line
excelsheet
Ever since I started on this new project in office, I feel an urge need to Excelsheet my life.
Suddenly I am curious how my breathing patterns are while I jog. Did I have any improvements in the matter of how I control my huffs and puffs compared to the last time I jogged? What about my heart rate? How high is it compared to my normal heart rate baseline? Will there be a spike in heart rate if some eye-candies walk pass me? Would there be any exponential rise in heartbeats if they decide to talk to me?
Haha. Maybe a set of data showing the time I wake up vs the time I nap. Or how much money I am spending, and see if there's any correlation to my mood. Perhaps how much food I eat, and whether there's an fluctuation to my weight. Oh course, a tabulation of my height won't show anything... just a plateau. Golly.. since when did I ever get so organised?
I am officially a true office-nerd.
Suddenly I am curious how my breathing patterns are while I jog. Did I have any improvements in the matter of how I control my huffs and puffs compared to the last time I jogged? What about my heart rate? How high is it compared to my normal heart rate baseline? Will there be a spike in heart rate if some eye-candies walk pass me? Would there be any exponential rise in heartbeats if they decide to talk to me?
Haha. Maybe a set of data showing the time I wake up vs the time I nap. Or how much money I am spending, and see if there's any correlation to my mood. Perhaps how much food I eat, and whether there's an fluctuation to my weight. Oh course, a tabulation of my height won't show anything... just a plateau. Golly.. since when did I ever get so organised?
I am officially a true office-nerd.
Monday, August 2, 2010
unlocking meanings
Man!! Inception was soooo good that I dreamt of it myself!!
But my totems were tops which were made of ice.
I rolled both in my hands, like they were a pair of dice. I don't remember feeling the cold or the frost bites. But I seemed to know they were ice. I picked one and let it spin. It bounces off the floor a few times, like pebble skipping across calm water. Shards of ice broke off the top; but it still spun perfectly, nearly confusing it for an over-enthusiastic ballerina.
Watching it spin, it seemed to take a long time, idleness fell upon me. I watched it, and let calmness fulfill my soul. The tension I have kept was released.. and I felt spared. I lose myself in the spinning top, observing every revolution, as it spins and spins... appearing in slow motion to me. I took in every moment. I wasted none at all. Flashes of other memories seemed to appear, as my focus on the spinning top was never broken.
A reflection of my own self sparkled out of the mirror-like-ice-top. Droplets seemed to form at the edge of the top. Some sloughed of the top, revealing stories of memories I never knew. Like a space-time continuum, I see my younger self. Some which are only memories of the last weekend.
As I observed each tale the top has to tell, some of which really strucked the chords of the elastic laminae in my heart, some of which made my heart feel larger than ever... heartbeats ever racing; I never realised that my hand holding the other top was clenched tightly into a fist. I never felt any pain, I never realised a puddle was forming around my shoes. And I guess I never knew I slipped...
And I was awoken... and I found my hands wet... but most importantly... I never saw the top wobbled... I never finished my dream...
But my totems were tops which were made of ice.
I rolled both in my hands, like they were a pair of dice. I don't remember feeling the cold or the frost bites. But I seemed to know they were ice. I picked one and let it spin. It bounces off the floor a few times, like pebble skipping across calm water. Shards of ice broke off the top; but it still spun perfectly, nearly confusing it for an over-enthusiastic ballerina.
Watching it spin, it seemed to take a long time, idleness fell upon me. I watched it, and let calmness fulfill my soul. The tension I have kept was released.. and I felt spared. I lose myself in the spinning top, observing every revolution, as it spins and spins... appearing in slow motion to me. I took in every moment. I wasted none at all. Flashes of other memories seemed to appear, as my focus on the spinning top was never broken.
A reflection of my own self sparkled out of the mirror-like-ice-top. Droplets seemed to form at the edge of the top. Some sloughed of the top, revealing stories of memories I never knew. Like a space-time continuum, I see my younger self. Some which are only memories of the last weekend.
As I observed each tale the top has to tell, some of which really strucked the chords of the elastic laminae in my heart, some of which made my heart feel larger than ever... heartbeats ever racing; I never realised that my hand holding the other top was clenched tightly into a fist. I never felt any pain, I never realised a puddle was forming around my shoes. And I guess I never knew I slipped...
And I was awoken... and I found my hands wet... but most importantly... I never saw the top wobbled... I never finished my dream...
Sunday, August 1, 2010
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