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A NightWalk is a Journeyon a Marked Paththrough Buildings or Areas,Alone, in the Darkness,with Props and Scares.

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Last time, I used to, in the dead of night, write a few sentences in my Black Book, whether about the day's events or major chronicles I had planned for. Now, nights are spent surfing the Internet, endlessly, sacrificing sleep and rest. What has become of me? Where has my creative self gone? The one that is lured by the immediacy of the written word, the printed page? And now a computer distracts

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The second day began terribly. It was raining! We were allowed to wake up late, since we slept at 4.30am the night before. Some early risers had readied themselves, and some went to bathe, though the majority who woke up just in time for brunch didn't. Really, the irregular bathing hours! (Well at least we should have been told that there would be no bathing time given, so that we could awake and

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********************MAY 17, 2005 AT 2.50AMSuddenly one of the OC members announced that the NightWalk was cancelled ("That is Good News!") There were sighs of relief, as people were rather tired. It was 2.50am in the morning.Either way, we still had to perform the NightWalk, as our bunks were at the other end of the campus, from where we were congregated. Thus, we instead walked in a huge group,

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Everything has to have a beginning, doesn't it? I didn't step into SP with the desire to scare people. (That would be a tragedy.) As an interested Games Personnel in MIT FOC 06/07, I tagged along during NightWalk XX (Xploration and Xperience, as we called it) and participated in the planning recces in the dead of night with my seniors and peers: Chalk, Yap Meng, Jun Hao, Teck Chau, Joshua etc. I

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In every camp there are night games, and Battle Royale is one of those that have no precedent. It does not base itself on pre-determined ideas of horror like NightWalk, but is a game on its own, able to be played in any way we want the experience to be. Unfortunately, in all camps, there is a dearth of pictures of night games (whether due to "rules and regulations" or "forget to take", I don't

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********************MAY 16, 2005Our bunk is well air-conditioned, though if you set the temperature too low, glacial temperatures would result in the middle of the night. I have assigned myself a spot, second table from the door. All footwear is to be deposited at the front, and we sleep haphazardly. That is, until the OC decided to add *more* groups to our bunk. At present only 2, it rose to 3,

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I began writing this in a book during the second day of the camp, the 17th of May 2005.********************MAY 17, 2005 AROUND 11AMThere shall be a little section in this Book written about Malaysian civil engineering. Quite atrocious stuff. Unfortunately, now it is time for brunch and I'm not in Malaysia. The section devoted to this subject will be kept for later. But it deserves an honourable

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A minor template change to my blog, a change which is long overdue. I haven't put up images yet, it's mostly minor cosmetic changes in the fonts, colors etc. In due time I will have to put up a proper background image, else it will look really bland.ICT FOC 05/06 coming up, as promised!

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This was my first ever blog post. From my friendster blog, which I have recently decided to migrate over to this blog for purposes of centralisation.********************AUGUST 13, 2005 AT 11.37AMIn this Introduction I'll just skim through what is to be expected in future writings.I shall mostly be talking about random, disconnected matters, maybe concerning school, maybe concerning everyday

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I have decided to move my posts from my friendster blog over to this blog (like finally!) The post below is the last post from my friendster blog before I decided to abandon it and post exclusively in my blogspot blog. I had already been posting in my blogspot blog since March that year, but at some point between March and June 2006 I realized the inordinate nature of keeping two blogs updated,

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Slowly, life is settling into a routine. While I would not say life has gone back to normal, it has certainly become predictable (life is considered "back to normal" only when I finally reside in Singapore). Till then, I am a nomad, packing all my sustenance and bringing it everywhere I go. The first of each month always holds some wonder; a month has passed, a month is here, and the year moves

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A solitary pursuitNever-ending, always changingThe weeks pass.It remains to be seen.

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Even the roads we went through had their faults. The roads running through the many kampungs in Malaysia don't have a middle partition between the opposite lanes. As a result, you have cars running towards you on a road only two lanes wide. Very hair-raising stuff.Also, the lanes wind round, like on a roller coaster, and go up and down hills--what most people call a "winding road into the hills".

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(This subject was written on 18 March 2003. The Black Book, if you remember me saying so, began because of Malaysian traffic. I felt a need to document all the idiosyncrasies of it. Impossible, Malaysian traffic is!)Sometimes the gap between one subject, or writing, is very large between another writing. I can be writing one paragraph in my house. Next paragraph may be written in Kuala Lumpur, in

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When I began writing my Black Book Vol. 1 in 2003, little did I know that I was actually beginning my own blog. My style of writing the Book was very much a blogging style, commenting and criticising whatever was happening in my life at the time. At that time blogs had not become popular, but I envisioned that one day these very writings will be placed on the Internet, for everyone to read (wah,

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A lot of things have happened since the last post, dated August 11th. At home, at work and at play. In domestic affairs I am much the same; I still live in Johor, have my own room etc. but my brother tends to sleep in the living room more (I think it is windier there). And we have to do the housework now (that IS something!)In work I have had a complete shift from shift work (pardon the pun) to a

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A NightWalk should be treated with the due respect it deserves, not just "Let's throw some props together and voila!" or even "Just give us the props, and we'll think of something!"Sadly, this is the way most NightWalks end up becoming. We may talk of making the next NightWalk being better planned, with ample preparation time, and if possible better quality props, but in the end it always becomes

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--This post took a long time in coming, so I'll just tie up a few strings left loose in the previous few posts.--I managed to attend FOC 0910! Yes, I know it was right in the middle of "important events", but I managed to doctor my schedule to attend the camp, even if only for the first day, and the last day. There was a heart-stopping episode during the process, but it turned out fine, and I'm

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A renaissance has occurred! I have been invigorated with literary energy and have revisited my long-abandoned writings of MIT FOC 0607, and to a lesser extent 0708 and 0809. Now FOC 0910 is just around the corner, but I regret to say that there is no possible way I can take part, as it is right smack in the middle of important events happening in my current life! (Further elaboration on these "

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I'm looking for the soundtrack to The Lost World Jurassic Park. That movie. Hope it doesn't become too difficult. Usually things that I search for are hard to find. And I only find that out when I actually begin searching. Terribly frustrating, isn't it?A case in point is my 26-inch saw (refer to Dec 20, 2006 and Jan 22, 2007 for the full story). And a more recent item was a toy I saw in my

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Visitorship has dwindled on this blog, I see. Not many people coming here. Well, I don't blame 'em, me as having forgotten to put new things 'ere. Not even a picture, I might say. Not enough fancy things.Back to the serious stuff. Sometimes I wonder why things have to be. I look at the rest, and they seem to be going on pretty well with their style, but here, there is no free will! Not free will

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Alright, for the sake of posting, I will comment a bit about the Masquerade Night of SSP Camp 08, as I have mentioned earlier. But only a bit.Masquerade Night was similar to MIT Club's Disco Night, a regular event in MIT camps. Everyone gets together and dance about. The main difference is that SSP's event is themed, accompanied with live music (what is SSP without live music?), and ample

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Yet another event brought to you by SSP! I didn't write anything down in my Black Book (version écrite) this time, since I have learnt from experience that in camps there is no time to relax and write at all. There is always something to do, campers to entertain, stuff to sort out, and events to prepare. No tons of entries enough to make into a book like the Wawas affair (thank goodness). I will

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My internship in Year 3 was in World Scientific Publishing Co., in 2007. Voices is the name of a lunchtime concert we held at the end of July in the library on the first floor. Sharon was the receptionist in the lobby. And with this brief introduction, I begin the poem proper.On 31st of July at 1.03There was this concert in First Floor LibraryAlamak, some came too earlyThey think we start

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--Advisory: This is a Very Long Post.--At the end of every great undertaking, there are always people to thank. I thank these people here for the photos: Aidil, Hadis, Haddad, and Jeff ("Thank God you guys took the correct photos!" ;) Full albums are available from sangsingapurba.multiply.com. Some of the photos were taken from our blog (sangsingapurba.blogspot.com). Whoever took those photos,

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--19 of 19--We are now at Woodlands Checkpoint, Singapore, waiting in line for Customs checks. Due to the impossibly large size of my accordion bag, I cannot go through the self-service passport check line (it's more fun scanning your passport yourself, what with the thumbprints and gates).Imagine my horror earlier when I got off the bus and saw my accordion bag deposited upside-down on the road

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--18 of 19--And now it was finally time to make our way to the bus stop and board our bus. Laden with our bags and our shopping, we crossed a bridge to the other side of the road where a simple bus was waiting. We had great expectations, but this would do. At least the bus had 3 seats per row, a benchmark of quality.There were complications as to the arrangement of luggage in the bottom

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--17 of 19--To cut a long story short, at around noon we had uprooted ourselves, packed everything, cleared the bathrooms, and went downstairs to Stor Teater to get the props we had left there. We didn't know what to do with the fruits that Cikgu had given us some days ago (Foods To Preserve Your Voice, I presume) so we arranged them neatly on the dressing table along with some tidbits as a token

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--16 of 19--There is nothing much to say at this point. Once we were safely in our bunks we did the usual routine of either bathe/slack/or sleep, which we had been doing for the past seven nights. It was a completely open affair, everyone mingling about, an open-door policy. I made sure the mosquito coil, which was usually placed at the foot of my bed, was placed outside. Yesterday I had awoken

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--15 of 19--We sat in a corner away from the drizzle, wondering what to do next. There was some talk of getting a foot massage at the nearest reflexologist. Zalinah, Aizat, Sarah and Nadiah, among others, were fine with that idea--but at this time? It was past twelve; no doubt there would be plenty of late night reflexologists in Bukit Bintang, but the whole idea seemed somewhat far-fetched. But

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--14 of 19--Soon all of us arrived at KLCC Station without much mishap, except perhaps for the temporary loss of Arif and Zalinah, which was quickly settled.It rained a bit, but it was okay for us; it lightened to a drizzle once we reached the plaza at KLCC's entrance. The Petronas Twin Towers looked very inspiring, standing regally against the night sky, illuminated by a great many

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--13 of 19--After clearing Stor Teater of all our stuff, we headed back to our rooms. Sash reassured me that we would organise an SSP ice skating outing once we got back to Singapore, which made me feel quite hopeful. She said the last time *we* had one was back when she was in Year 1! (!) I wasn't part of SSP then, but I'm sure it was fun.An hour's rest in our rooms; then promptly at 8pm we got

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--12 of 19--True enough, we woke up at 9am. The transport that was supposed to take us out comes at--9am.Great Rush! Never had we dressed up so quickly before! "Cikgu is already at DBP, waiting for us!" Haddad agitatedly announces. People come in and out of the toilet. A waiting list quickly forms. "Whoever's ready go down first!"In due course we left for the old DBP, in disjointed groups. A van

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--11 of 19--It is unanimously agreed among us that tonight's show was the best out of the three shows. There are improvements to be made, of course, but that would be for later. Now, we must hurry and get out of our costumes, for tonight is a night of celebration!There were two choices available to us. We could either go watch a movie, or we could go to a karaoke lounge. Most of us were tired of

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--10 of 19--Tonight is the night of our last performance. We are prepared to give it our best. There is the usual bustle of applying make-up and getting into costumes. I took some time to actually find out the meaning of my lines. The rest occupied themselves with their final preparations.Jihad thought of using the two toilet bowls reposing in the lift lobby for SHIT but Haddad thought it was

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--9 of 19--The next day we woke up at 11am. We had intended to awake at 8am for a visit to Central Market (suggested by Cikgu) but none of us could wake up at that early hour so the visit to Central Market did not materialise. Instead we washed up, had brunch at Kancil Restaurant (where I was again mistaken for Hadis in my shades), and made our way to Stor Teater. Cikgu had already declared

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--8 of 19--After the performance, we had the special opportunity of hearing some inspiring words from the famous Yusnor Ef himself! Many photos were snapped with the renowned people within our audience, and we closed the performance that night feeling very elated, in high spirits. My friends kept pestering me for my father's comments on the performance, of which there were none yet, because my

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--7 of 19--The schedule for today was a full dress rehearsal, plus the curtain call. Nothing much happened, except that Cikgu suggested changing the character of Ray & Do in SHIT to a blind man and a half-blind man. Jeff and I played these roles, and so we were the most affected. We went through the full dress as these disabled people, and decided at the end that they were not suitable.The idea

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--6 of 19--On the morning after the Atrocious Snorings, all of us changed rooms. There were various reasons for this, some of which I shall not disclose, but the general agreement was that it would aid in synchronisation (for want of a better word). These new rooms, 3 and 4, were extremely spacious, 10 beds each and two bathrooms, so all boys took room 3 and the girls went into 4. Any

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--5 of 19--The past few days were not without adventure. Many events have occurred, some which are humourous to the extreme, some which are singularly unusual, and some which I am not at liberty to disclose. I shall describe them as they come to me and as I remember them.There are two kinds of Mama. One is Mama India. Another is Mama Asmida. Well, Mama Asmida sent a message to Sarah Atiqa on

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--4 of 19--The Highly Entertaining movie ends. We clear the theatre. Outside, all the shops are closed, and it is quite warm in the mall. I have the faint impression that it is 3pm in the afternoon. Must be the overly bright display of one of the shops coupled with the warmth (it is 3am in the morning, by the way!) We make our way back to our bunks, having ridiculous as well as learned

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--3 of 19--It is now 8.38pm, and we are sitting comfortably on the steps of the modern Dewan Bahasa & Pustaka building waiting for Cikgu Hasnah. The older building was the one we rehearsed in. It is quite decrepit. The toilets are currently being renovated, and there are packets of toilet seats and wide-open cisterns everywhere. The urinals have non-existent flushing systems (I pressed and

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--2 of 19--The Nasi Goreng, Telor and Teh Tarik from the train's Dining Cabin was delicious! Thus was the testimony awarded them by Nizal and Nadiah, among those of us who went there at the unearthly hour of 4am. (They refer to Fried Rice, Eggs and "Pulled" Tea respectively.)Aizat was all enthusiasm the next morning. "We ate MacD!!!" he exclaimed.Well! It is now 9am, and we are seated at

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--1 of 19--(This is the first of many posts to come on Sang Singa Purba's trip to KL in December 2007 for a performance called Wawas. Read on!)In exactly 23 minutes we are leaving for Kuala Lumpur!The whole group of us rushed to the KTM station thinking the train would come at 11pm. Upon asking the guard, however, it was found out that it would come at 11.28pm.We were very much relieved! Aizat

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Muzikarama 2007 was a success! Of the three Muzikaramas in total, this was the best so far. Good to hear that! Sang Singa Purba can rest in peace for now, until our Wawas performance in December (more on that later).I was a musician, inevitably, and played my usual variety of instruments: the accordion, the keyboard, and some auxiliary percussion (the claves and finger cymbals, in particular). No

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The title suggests the near impossible. But yes, I heard a Tiersen piece on Suria! This occurred on Thursday at about 8.25pm. The news program on Suria (called Berita) usually has a slot at the very end of their broadcast reserved for interesting events. Well, for Thursday, they screened a fashion show for the disabled. I thought it was interesting, of course, until I heard La Veillée. Then I was

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Ramadhan is here! It is a month of interesting food combinations, early morning vigils, marathon prayers, and some say indigestion. Oh, and fasting.When else would you wake up in the morning and eat RICE? (I don't even like rice in the first place.) And have TEA to go with it? (I like teh-O, but not with rice, please.) So, for this morning's sahur (sahur means early-morning meal), I raided the

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The FOC 07/08 NightWalk will be put on hold. The FOC 06/07 Chronicles are still unfinished (I've been slowing down in the sentence production dept lately) and the FOC 07/08 Chronicles are 1/4 complete. But this I can say: the NightWalk 07/08 was a success!So, what do I speak about? Here it is.One of the hardest things to do is to look at something very familiar as if it is your first time seeing

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Finally! I have embarked on the chronicling of MIT FOC 06/07, now slightly more than a month into writing. The first draft was begun just after Christmas last year, and now I am into the second draft.It is very overdue.And because of that, I fear I do not have much to write about. I have resorted to interviewing people to glean more information for my text, but the fact is, people do not

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Well well well, after a hiatus of approximately a month, here I am again. I got the 26" saw!May I indicate that it wasn't any of those saws I mentioned in the previous post. It is neither the ones produced by the enthusiastic boss, nor the one that cost $12.30.It is one with a wooden handle, bought at $15 from a shop in Maude Road, seven days after the writing of the previous post (27th December)

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Today I went looking for saws. 26 inches or longer. Out of 9 companies I enquired, only two sold anything like what I asked for. One did have 26-inch saws. They had a Stanley 26" one priced at $12.30. That was all. No longer? None, the woman said. So I continued down the list and found SCA Industries. The uncle who answered the phone was enthusiastic enough to invite me over to his establishment

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Muzikarama 2006 was quite strange! If I were the audience, I would find it okay as a whole, except for a few parts, which would be quite memorable.In this event, I played the role of musician, along with four or five other SSP mates: Jad, Shamil, Jeff, Didi, and to a lesser extent, Efin. He sang most of the time. (I didn't remember hearing auxiliary percussion, which he was supposed to play.) [

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Hari Raya, it seems, has arrived again, and I have just completed a day’s worth of visitations. They weren’t very extensive, though. We only visited about six houses. The day after Hari Raya was a school day, and so visitations late into the night were frowned upon.Important relatives were prioritized. First was my maternal grandfather’s late brother’s house in Choa Chu Kang (well, we visited his

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There are certain colourful characters of Jurong Regional Library.First are the security guards. There is a Malay security guard, who is very kind. There are two Dravidian ones as well. One has white hair and the other, a black turban.All these guards do is walk around looking sinister. The Malay security guard, on the other hand, was kind enough to offer us a table.They are all very useful

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I realise that I am a bit funny. Some of my friends say my mechanical abilities are quite good for an IT student. I do not think too much of it, but it is amusing. Why shouldn't an IT student be proficient (somewhat) in hands-on work? (Well, mechanical in this case doesn't have to mean literally nuts and bolts, but any work that does not need a computer. Quite broad.)About 2 months ago I assisted

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It is now the 2nd of June, a long way away from the FOC, in April. I will give an update as to the Miscellaneous items list.A foldable chair has been bought, about a week ago. The price was remarkable. $1.50! About the same price as the Mee Soto from SP FC6 Stall 1.I could not get a penknife in time for the camp, but it didn't matter; I don't usually eat kaya anyway.Stationery was much needed,

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The Singapore Polytechnic School of Media and Info-communications Technology Freshman Orientation Camp is coming. MIT FOC, in short.I have created a list of items to bring, which are actually mostly redundant. The criterion for the list: if something that we need isn't there, it goes into the list.Thus the list has things like scissors, assorted stationery, can openers, fans (satay or

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The "windows" in lift doors are there for three reasons.They provide a novelty for those curious kids (who gravitate towards the doors).They prevent claustrophobia.And also, these windows help prevent crime. No criminal worth his salt would perform such acts when there is a viewing glass on every floor.

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The first entry in a blog is usually to test the thing. Thus, with the proper setting up of The Black Book on a legitimate (if not renowned site), I hereby declare The Black Book (version électronique) open.Enough of this nonsense. For those who mayn't know, the Black Book, for me, began in 2003, as a written journal (or notebook, rather.) I began its first sentences in my Chemistry class (where

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