Sunday, April 26, 2009
The little singer
The singer was 6 years old when she sang this. 6!!! Front teeth all missing. Very adorable. And amazing vocal range! Made it to the finals of Britain's Got Talent in 2007.
Here are the lyrics:
Imagine - John Lennon
Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one..
Pet peeves
Here are a few of my eccentricities. I shall keep adding as I recall more.
I used to be very scared of the shower. I somehow had the nightmarish idea that blood would come out instead of water. Another fear I had was that teeny fishes would pour out along with the water. I think I've pretty much gotten over that since hostels don't really offer a bucket and mug.
I have this weird idea where I want to someday be able to tell people that I'm dying of cancer. And when they laugh it off, and say "Oh thank God", I can genuinely tell them that I am not joking. And make them feel very guilty. Though I do hope it is never the case when I think logically and sensibly.
I can build up whole long conversations in my head, including the whole 'movie' set. It can include people from real life or people I conjure up in my head. And believe me, my scenes go into much more details than they do in your head. And people like Akash, don't think pervy now.
I never watch scary movies/TV series. I just cannot. If I do, I'll keep imagining that thing for weeks, dreaming very life-like nightmares about it. I remember I happened to see this TV serial's episode's teeny fraction where there were hands coming out of the wall against which a guy was leaning. To this day, when I lean against my wall or even the bed ka side, that thought crosses my mind.
Another scary thing is this story I was told by my Dad about his colleague whose house was haunted and how his wife and daughter used to see a ghost on the fan and how their daughter was discovered a couple of times inside a container, badly scratched and bruised. So when I look at the fan, especially at night when the lights are out, sometimes I think of that.
So I guess you understand why I don't watch scary things. My imagination is usually enough. I'm very scared of the dark. I remember I used to find excuses to not go into the house alone on winter days when everyone was sitting outside or on the roof for sunlight. And if I was made to, I would run in and run out, as fast as I possibly could.
I tend to remember weird bits and pieces here and there in excruciating detail. Some parts of my lecture notes, which might not be at all relevant from an exam point of view, become etched in my mind. As do dialogues. Many, many Friends episodes, my favorite movies, etc are so deeply engraved onto my mind that I might not have seen them for 3 years also. But when I see them again I'll remember them. For those who were there on V Day night this year, you might remember my dialogue-remembering prowess.
I have this unnatural fear and dislike for insects. And animals too I would say. I can look at a cockroach from far away and feel grossified. And of course PGP rooms are a haven for all sorts of insects. So every late night I'm gifted with a buzzing one which seems to charge right for me. And I scream like a true girl and flail madly. It was actually when this huge moth came into my room that I realized for the first time that I could actually be classified as girly :) And I don't like animals too. Very scared of dogs. Don't like cats. They look so evil and stare like they hate me. I read this book Mr.Galliano's circus and about how soft the eyes of all animals are and how could anyone be rude and mean to them. Well I swear I tried to look at the eyes of the next dog I saw. But then it barked and I ran. So that is that.
Cheers!
I used to be very scared of the shower. I somehow had the nightmarish idea that blood would come out instead of water. Another fear I had was that teeny fishes would pour out along with the water. I think I've pretty much gotten over that since hostels don't really offer a bucket and mug.
I have this weird idea where I want to someday be able to tell people that I'm dying of cancer. And when they laugh it off, and say "Oh thank God", I can genuinely tell them that I am not joking. And make them feel very guilty. Though I do hope it is never the case when I think logically and sensibly.
I can build up whole long conversations in my head, including the whole 'movie' set. It can include people from real life or people I conjure up in my head. And believe me, my scenes go into much more details than they do in your head. And people like Akash, don't think pervy now.
I never watch scary movies/TV series. I just cannot. If I do, I'll keep imagining that thing for weeks, dreaming very life-like nightmares about it. I remember I happened to see this TV serial's episode's teeny fraction where there were hands coming out of the wall against which a guy was leaning. To this day, when I lean against my wall or even the bed ka side, that thought crosses my mind.
Another scary thing is this story I was told by my Dad about his colleague whose house was haunted and how his wife and daughter used to see a ghost on the fan and how their daughter was discovered a couple of times inside a container, badly scratched and bruised. So when I look at the fan, especially at night when the lights are out, sometimes I think of that.
So I guess you understand why I don't watch scary things. My imagination is usually enough. I'm very scared of the dark. I remember I used to find excuses to not go into the house alone on winter days when everyone was sitting outside or on the roof for sunlight. And if I was made to, I would run in and run out, as fast as I possibly could.
I tend to remember weird bits and pieces here and there in excruciating detail. Some parts of my lecture notes, which might not be at all relevant from an exam point of view, become etched in my mind. As do dialogues. Many, many Friends episodes, my favorite movies, etc are so deeply engraved onto my mind that I might not have seen them for 3 years also. But when I see them again I'll remember them. For those who were there on V Day night this year, you might remember my dialogue-remembering prowess.
I have this unnatural fear and dislike for insects. And animals too I would say. I can look at a cockroach from far away and feel grossified. And of course PGP rooms are a haven for all sorts of insects. So every late night I'm gifted with a buzzing one which seems to charge right for me. And I scream like a true girl and flail madly. It was actually when this huge moth came into my room that I realized for the first time that I could actually be classified as girly :) And I don't like animals too. Very scared of dogs. Don't like cats. They look so evil and stare like they hate me. I read this book Mr.Galliano's circus and about how soft the eyes of all animals are and how could anyone be rude and mean to them. Well I swear I tried to look at the eyes of the next dog I saw. But then it barked and I ran. So that is that.
Cheers!
This bubble we live in.
Here I was, thinking how much my life sucked. How, because I'd been watching Boston Legal and IPL Match for the past few hours, I was ruining my life. And how I was pissed at everyone around.
So I went and searched for random videos on YouTube. Which is when I came across these 2 videos about adoption. Which made me feel so shallow. And somehow re-affirmed my desire to adopt 1 day. I know a lot of people have this dream when they are young, but somehow when they grow up, the dream doesn't reach fruition. I hope that someday, if I do forget about this dream of mine, I will by some chance happen to read this blog post, and fulfill this dream that I have today.
The first video is worth watching for, if nothing else, the cute kids. I don't like the part in-between Christ part because I hate any kind of religious preaching (totally my thing, no need to get offended), but otherwise it's a very sweet video.
The 2nd one is more tear inducing. And very true too I think. A little like Taare Zameen Par maybe? Except that this is about a kid who is shuttled from one home to another, with no place to call home, and who lives with the tiny flicker of hope in his heart that someday, maybe, his parents will come and take him home.
This bubble we live in, where the only worries which surround us are whether we'll get an A or a C for our next exam, whether Mumbai or Deccan will walk away with the IPL 2009 trophy, whether we'll get a $3000 or $5000 job once we graduate; where it's a given that we'll get a square meal at the end of the day, and it's a given that we have family and friends whom we can trust, whom we call up any time of the day or night and who will actually listen to us. So many givens in our life. Especially in Singapore. Where the only tangible poverty that we might see is in the form of workers, building new buildings and train stations for us, so that Mr. Mid-Level Clerk won't have too much trouble getting to work.
And yet we complain. Day in and day out. What we have is never enough.
I should know. I've spent half my adult life complaining.
So I went and searched for random videos on YouTube. Which is when I came across these 2 videos about adoption. Which made me feel so shallow. And somehow re-affirmed my desire to adopt 1 day. I know a lot of people have this dream when they are young, but somehow when they grow up, the dream doesn't reach fruition. I hope that someday, if I do forget about this dream of mine, I will by some chance happen to read this blog post, and fulfill this dream that I have today.
The first video is worth watching for, if nothing else, the cute kids. I don't like the part in-between Christ part because I hate any kind of religious preaching (totally my thing, no need to get offended), but otherwise it's a very sweet video.
The 2nd one is more tear inducing. And very true too I think. A little like Taare Zameen Par maybe? Except that this is about a kid who is shuttled from one home to another, with no place to call home, and who lives with the tiny flicker of hope in his heart that someday, maybe, his parents will come and take him home.
This bubble we live in, where the only worries which surround us are whether we'll get an A or a C for our next exam, whether Mumbai or Deccan will walk away with the IPL 2009 trophy, whether we'll get a $3000 or $5000 job once we graduate; where it's a given that we'll get a square meal at the end of the day, and it's a given that we have family and friends whom we can trust, whom we call up any time of the day or night and who will actually listen to us. So many givens in our life. Especially in Singapore. Where the only tangible poverty that we might see is in the form of workers, building new buildings and train stations for us, so that Mr. Mid-Level Clerk won't have too much trouble getting to work.
And yet we complain. Day in and day out. What we have is never enough.
I should know. I've spent half my adult life complaining.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Studying is a waste of time.
Here are a few things I want to do with my notes:
Throw them down the rubbish chute in the pantry.
Laundry them. But a waste of 40 cents. The good thing is that considering the likelihood with which PGP laundry machines malfunction, the water won't drain out, so the notes will become even soggier, providing full satisfaction and hence, value for money.
Burn them. I have too many lighters anyways. And no I don't smoke smarty pants. Or maybe hire/invite a priest to do a whole cleansing ceremony.
Go to ECP and drown them. Or maybe put them in one of those baskets used in ancient times/movies to send new born infants off to better futures when the parent didn't have the resources to paal-pose ke bada karofy them.
Or I can do a sacrificing ceremony. Butcher them at an altar.
Or bury them. Dig up a hole like a doggy. And then put them in. And then when I come back in January next year, I can dig them up and see if they make any more sense :D
Ok so you get the picture. I have no desire to study.
Throw them down the rubbish chute in the pantry.
Laundry them. But a waste of 40 cents. The good thing is that considering the likelihood with which PGP laundry machines malfunction, the water won't drain out, so the notes will become even soggier, providing full satisfaction and hence, value for money.
Burn them. I have too many lighters anyways. And no I don't smoke smarty pants. Or maybe hire/invite a priest to do a whole cleansing ceremony.
Go to ECP and drown them. Or maybe put them in one of those baskets used in ancient times/movies to send new born infants off to better futures when the parent didn't have the resources to paal-pose ke bada karofy them.
Or I can do a sacrificing ceremony. Butcher them at an altar.
Or bury them. Dig up a hole like a doggy. And then put them in. And then when I come back in January next year, I can dig them up and see if they make any more sense :D
Ok so you get the picture. I have no desire to study.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
IPL trivia
Is it just me or do (almost) all cricketers look good? Specially the non-Indian ones. I mean of course Balaji and Murali don't, but Collingwood, Fleming, Vettori, and of course Dravid. Wah wah. Kya banaya hai :D
Chi chi I sound so pervy.
Anywho, the match between Chennai and Delhi is amazingly poised at the moment. Last 3 balls of 1st innings were a disappointment. Manoj Tiwary is an ass. If de Villiers had been able to play them, the score would have been even better. But kudos to him for an amazingly entertaining century. And of course to Dilshan for his half-century.
The ball just seems to keep flying out into the stands so many times. Wicked stuff. Poor bowlers. Flintoff gave off 50 off his 4 overs. No respect given to his reputation.
Good good.
Chi chi I sound so pervy.
Anywho, the match between Chennai and Delhi is amazingly poised at the moment. Last 3 balls of 1st innings were a disappointment. Manoj Tiwary is an ass. If de Villiers had been able to play them, the score would have been even better. But kudos to him for an amazingly entertaining century. And of course to Dilshan for his half-century.
The ball just seems to keep flying out into the stands so many times. Wicked stuff. Poor bowlers. Flintoff gave off 50 off his 4 overs. No respect given to his reputation.
Good good.
Those that last
Its fun being me. Is it fun being you?
That woman deserves her revenge. And we all deserve to die.
Sometimes it's better to stay in the dark. Because in the dark there may be fear, but there's also hope.
That woman deserves her revenge. And we all deserve to die.
Sometimes it's better to stay in the dark. Because in the dark there may be fear, but there's also hope.
The meaning of friendship
Watching Boston Legal makes me think about friendships. I know weird, but it truly does. Watching Alan Shore and Denny Crane talk like they do is something I hope to have with someone someday. To have someone in your life whom you can depend on to be there at the end of the day to spend some quality time with, just relax and reflect. Someone you can be yourself with, no explanations needed, no apologies required. Someone who knows you, good and bad, and loves you anyways. Just to know that someone is there. For you.
"Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light."
"To know someone here or there
with whom you can feel
there is understanding
in spite of distances or
thoughts expressed
That can make life a garden."
"A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked."
"Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light."
"To know someone here or there
with whom you can feel
there is understanding
in spite of distances or
thoughts expressed
That can make life a garden."
"A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked."
"Friendship: a building contract you sign with laughter and break with tears."
"Friends are God's way of taking care of us."
"It's the friends you can call up at 4am that matter."
p.s. My blog title "I wanna frand u.." is dedicated to all those people on orkut who know no English, and wanna be my 'frand' :)
Monday, April 20, 2009
IPL 19th April
1st match of the day: Punjab vs. Delhi.
Thrilling match! And the fact that a 40 over match becomes even shorter. Who would have imagined, even 2 years back, that an 18 over match would actually produce results!
1st innings:
Mumbai is put to bat by Sehwag. Amazing stuff before the break by the openers. But then in comes Vettori and PooF go all the wickets! Really bad performance towards the end by the batsmen. And I so expected the last ball to be a wicket. And it was! Haha.
2nd innings:
I love Sehwag! The guy so has no respect for any bowler whatsoever. Starts and ends with a 6. LOL. And thank God the rain stopped and the match could actually produce a result. But really entertaining 2nd innings :)
2nd match: Kolkata vs. Deccan
1st innings:
This feels like the Test version of a Twenty20 match. With an average that has dropped to as low as 2.74! But then its against Deccan, who ended last in the previous season, so I guess its a battle of who sucks more. I hope the pace picks up after the break.
Ahh it gets worse after the break. Attempts are made to score faster, but wickets are falling everywhere.
And its all over. Didn't even last the 20 overs. But they did manage to get over 100. So I guess the chase shall be not so meaningless and easy.
2nd innings:
Nice start, despite the loss of a couple of wickets. Deccan has seemed to be in control, pretty much the whole match till now. Lets see if Kolkata can pull out a rabbit out of their hat here. They really need it.
Btw don't there seem to be too many needless run-outs happening?
And it ends. Deccan have done it. In style. Definitely nothing loser-ly about this one.
Thrilling match! And the fact that a 40 over match becomes even shorter. Who would have imagined, even 2 years back, that an 18 over match would actually produce results!
1st innings:
Mumbai is put to bat by Sehwag. Amazing stuff before the break by the openers. But then in comes Vettori and PooF go all the wickets! Really bad performance towards the end by the batsmen. And I so expected the last ball to be a wicket. And it was! Haha.
2nd innings:
I love Sehwag! The guy so has no respect for any bowler whatsoever. Starts and ends with a 6. LOL. And thank God the rain stopped and the match could actually produce a result. But really entertaining 2nd innings :)
2nd match: Kolkata vs. Deccan
1st innings:
This feels like the Test version of a Twenty20 match. With an average that has dropped to as low as 2.74! But then its against Deccan, who ended last in the previous season, so I guess its a battle of who sucks more. I hope the pace picks up after the break.
Ahh it gets worse after the break. Attempts are made to score faster, but wickets are falling everywhere.
And its all over. Didn't even last the 20 overs. But they did manage to get over 100. So I guess the chase shall be not so meaningless and easy.
2nd innings:
Nice start, despite the loss of a couple of wickets. Deccan has seemed to be in control, pretty much the whole match till now. Lets see if Kolkata can pull out a rabbit out of their hat here. They really need it.
Btw don't there seem to be too many needless run-outs happening?
And it ends. Deccan have done it. In style. Definitely nothing loser-ly about this one.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
IPL Mania begins!
So IPL has started.
I did not follow it AT ALL last year, so am really looking forward to it this time. And I'm glad each match ends in like 3 hours, so since its the time leading up to exams, its chutti. But need to study. So Twenty20 matches provide an ideal way to take 'breaks'.
The issue about which team to support: I find it a very stupid idea to support teams whose names are based on cities, states or even regions. I support India, and I refuse to pick a team which has most players whom I've never heard of and a smattering of some 'bought' firangis. Don't they feel so violated to be auctioned off? I guess the money makes it all worthwhile. Hmm. Oh and I don't have any favourite players, so that can't be the criterion.
Oh yes the issue of money. IPL stinks of money. It is such an in-your-face thing that the whole darned thing is about earning money, about cashing in on the cricket fever that perenially grips the nation. A break after 10 overs, to rake in money, is like OMG aren't you rich enough already. The dog running in and stopping play for 10 minutes during the 1st match must have earned lots of money.
And why does every team have a truckload of players to choose from? I counted 52 for Deccan. I doubt if even half of them get to play a decent amount of cricket.
Also, about the venue. I think this article sums its up pretty nicely when it talks about how different the feel is when IPL cricket is uprooted from its birthplace and taken to a foreign country that knows nothing about how to go crazy about cricket!!
I did not follow it AT ALL last year, so am really looking forward to it this time. And I'm glad each match ends in like 3 hours, so since its the time leading up to exams, its chutti. But need to study. So Twenty20 matches provide an ideal way to take 'breaks'.
The issue about which team to support: I find it a very stupid idea to support teams whose names are based on cities, states or even regions. I support India, and I refuse to pick a team which has most players whom I've never heard of and a smattering of some 'bought' firangis. Don't they feel so violated to be auctioned off? I guess the money makes it all worthwhile. Hmm. Oh and I don't have any favourite players, so that can't be the criterion.
Oh yes the issue of money. IPL stinks of money. It is such an in-your-face thing that the whole darned thing is about earning money, about cashing in on the cricket fever that perenially grips the nation. A break after 10 overs, to rake in money, is like OMG aren't you rich enough already. The dog running in and stopping play for 10 minutes during the 1st match must have earned lots of money.
And why does every team have a truckload of players to choose from? I counted 52 for Deccan. I doubt if even half of them get to play a decent amount of cricket.
Also, about the venue. I think this article sums its up pretty nicely when it talks about how different the feel is when IPL cricket is uprooted from its birthplace and taken to a foreign country that knows nothing about how to go crazy about cricket!!
What's with the heat?!!
What is the point of living in Singapore when it is going to be as hot here as summers in India?
My room boils, literally BOILS, during the day. There is no way I can actually survive inside.
The occasional rains offers no respite, just makes the weather humider, if that's even a word.
Thank God for PGP function rooms and the air-con!
My room boils, literally BOILS, during the day. There is no way I can actually survive inside.
The occasional rains offers no respite, just makes the weather humider, if that's even a word.
Thank God for PGP function rooms and the air-con!
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Finally 21
I would like to take this opportunity to wish one of my bestest friends a very
VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Hope all your dreams and desires come true *wink wink* :D
Some copied poems for you :P
Tumhari is ada kaa kya jawaab doon,
Apne dost ko kya uphaar doon,
Koi accha sa phool hota to maali se mangvati,
Jo khud gulaab hai usko kya gulaab doon...
Janam Din Mubarak Ho!
Dua hai ki kamyabi ke har sikhar pe aapka naam ho,
Aapke har kadam par duniya ka salam ho,
Himmat se mushkilon ka saamna karne ka maan ho,
Hamari dua hai ki waqt bhi ek din aapka gulam ho.
Wah wah :D
The "brave" soldiers
Do read this.
I've heard a lot of guys complain about how women tend to generalise and say "all men are pigs" and how bad they feel about it and how wrong it is. Have they ever wondered why we do it? I'm sure no one has forgotten the case of Josef Fritzl, that Austrian SOB who raped his daughter for 24 years while she was tied by a rope. And if you are saying that "oh he was an exception. You can't blame all of us for what one eccentric guy does", then wake up and read the news and read how many rape cases occur everyday, how your f***ing testosterone ruins the f***ing lives of so many females.
Yes. I'll say it. (Most) men are pigs.
I've heard a lot of guys complain about how women tend to generalise and say "all men are pigs" and how bad they feel about it and how wrong it is. Have they ever wondered why we do it? I'm sure no one has forgotten the case of Josef Fritzl, that Austrian SOB who raped his daughter for 24 years while she was tied by a rope. And if you are saying that "oh he was an exception. You can't blame all of us for what one eccentric guy does", then wake up and read the news and read how many rape cases occur everyday, how your f***ing testosterone ruins the f***ing lives of so many females.
Yes. I'll say it. (Most) men are pigs.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Red-haired freAK
Misconception:
My whole head is not red. Its just the front part of it. So do not look so disappointed when you see me, I am not THAT stupid, you a-hole.
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Yep that's what I look like now. A red-haired freak.
How it came about:
I decided, yet again, to colour my hair. And since the last time I tried, no colour came coz my hair is too dark coloured, so this time I used bleach also. And by the time I got to the strands behind, and started timing the 30 minutes I was supposed to remove it in, the front lock which was the first one to have been bleached, had become blondishly-bronze. So when I washed my hair, I was like ewwwwWWWWWWW. I looked like one of those hippie-wanna-be's. So I obviously refused to go out into the world looking like that. So I cancelled my tuition and set about colouring it. And now its too red. That stupid front lock of hair. So now I look like a punk. Sigh.
An experiment gone wrong. That's how I try to explain it away when people give me that unbelieving-bemused look.
I tried henna-ing it. But of course what can henna do against Revlon. So it remains as red as ever.
I could of course buy dark brown or black colour and colour it again. But I don't think I will. Firstly, coz I think I've wasted just about enough money on my stupid whims. Secondly, coz I'm sick of washing my hair again and again. Thirdly, coz I think I deserve it. Kisne kaha tha weird kaam karne ko. And fourthly, ahh well I'm lazy. And lastly, of course its fun :D At least I shall serve as a pick-me-up to people during this stressful exam time when they can see me and go ha-ha-ha :) See I'm such a philantropist.
p.s. Technically its burgundy, not red :P
My whole head is not red. Its just the front part of it. So do not look so disappointed when you see me, I am not THAT stupid, you a-hole.
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Yep that's what I look like now. A red-haired freak.
How it came about:
I decided, yet again, to colour my hair. And since the last time I tried, no colour came coz my hair is too dark coloured, so this time I used bleach also. And by the time I got to the strands behind, and started timing the 30 minutes I was supposed to remove it in, the front lock which was the first one to have been bleached, had become blondishly-bronze. So when I washed my hair, I was like ewwwwWWWWWWW. I looked like one of those hippie-wanna-be's. So I obviously refused to go out into the world looking like that. So I cancelled my tuition and set about colouring it. And now its too red. That stupid front lock of hair. So now I look like a punk. Sigh.
An experiment gone wrong. That's how I try to explain it away when people give me that unbelieving-bemused look.
I tried henna-ing it. But of course what can henna do against Revlon. So it remains as red as ever.
I could of course buy dark brown or black colour and colour it again. But I don't think I will. Firstly, coz I think I've wasted just about enough money on my stupid whims. Secondly, coz I'm sick of washing my hair again and again. Thirdly, coz I think I deserve it. Kisne kaha tha weird kaam karne ko. And fourthly, ahh well I'm lazy. And lastly, of course its fun :D At least I shall serve as a pick-me-up to people during this stressful exam time when they can see me and go ha-ha-ha :) See I'm such a philantropist.
p.s. Technically its burgundy, not red :P
Monday, April 13, 2009
F****d up politics
"The Congress party on Sunday said BJP should first dump its leaders Atal Bihari Vajpayee and L K Advani in the Arabian sea."
"The Samajwadi Party has vowed to work against the use of English in education and computers in new projects."
I feel so proud that India's reins are in the hands of such mature and sophisticated politicians.
"The Samajwadi Party has vowed to work against the use of English in education and computers in new projects."
I feel so proud that India's reins are in the hands of such mature and sophisticated politicians.
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