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Wednesday, March 30, 2005
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Monday, March 28, 2005
I am on a high high. Muhahahahaha. Finally Pak kicked some indian ass on their soil. Go Pak Go. And guess what that Afridi picks up some crucial wickets when it really matters, also not to forget the Great contribution by Younis with bat(267 & 84*) and a couple of stunning catches in the field. Hats off to you youni. Never thought they can pull this one off when 9 wickets needed in only two sessions.
I'll be on a high for couple of days now thanx to our unpredictable team and above all thanks to the all mighty ALLAH. Smth to cheer about in my so fucked up life. Guys you made my day.
I'll be on a high for couple of days now thanx to our unpredictable team and above all thanks to the all mighty ALLAH. Smth to cheer about in my so fucked up life. Guys you made my day.
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Sometimes I think how great it would be to completely erase this life from my mind, and restart in a foreign land. Wouldn't it be great to actually live the life you want to live?
Or does that only happen in dreams and movies?
Or does that only happen in dreams and movies?
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Friday, March 25, 2005
Yesterday, I saw the most desperate sight ever. I saw an old man walk staggeringly to the end of the crossroad and look weirdly at the end of the street. The despair in his eyes and the clutching-at-any-kind-of-hope expression left me feeling.. sad. It was as if he was waiting for a miracle to pop out of the end of the road to change his life. Unfortunately, none did and he went on walking again. Sigh. That's what all of us want - a miracle. We're all riding on a miracle to come one day, swoop us up in our arms and take us away. Too bad that God makes miracles short-supplied and short-lived. But I am happy today. Wait, no. Not happy. I'm satisfied. I'm satisfied that of all the things that could have happened to me I am still well and alive. And maybe without even knowing it, maybe that's my miracle!
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Sunday, March 20, 2005
Woman leads Muslim prayer service
NEW YORK (AP) -- A female professor led an Islamic prayer service Friday with men in the congregation despite sharp criticism from Muslim religious leaders in the Middle East who complained that it violated centuries of tradition.
About 80 to 100 people attended the service, and the group appeared evenly divided between men and women.
And thats what she said, "With this prayer service we are moving forward. This single act is symbolic of the possibilities within Islam." "We are standing up for our rights as women in Islam. We will no longer accept the back door or the shadows, At the end of the day, we'll be leaders in the Muslim world"
She also added "It's not about telling other Muslims how they should worship, We just need to be open to new ideas."
All i can comment is someone put me infront of her so that i have the privilege of sending her straight to hell.
About 80 to 100 people attended the service, and the group appeared evenly divided between men and women.
And thats what she said, "With this prayer service we are moving forward. This single act is symbolic of the possibilities within Islam." "We are standing up for our rights as women in Islam. We will no longer accept the back door or the shadows, At the end of the day, we'll be leaders in the Muslim world"
She also added "It's not about telling other Muslims how they should worship, We just need to be open to new ideas."
All i can comment is someone put me infront of her so that i have the privilege of sending her straight to hell.
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Saturday, March 19, 2005
Whatever happens, people will still remain twisted and life will always be unfair. Just keep your head up, ignore the tauting looks and constantly murmur to yourself, "my day will come my day will come my day will come".
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Friday, March 18, 2005
Power outage at 3 am at night could be one of the worst scenario for me (Wapda sucks); the reason. I can't sleep in darkness. As soon as lights goes off i woke up and this is natural with me from the start.
While the other thing is fear. Yup the fear of darkness, fear of unknown, or maybe somewhere in myself i believe in ghosts and these sort of things but wait, no i don't believe in this shit. i am the bravest guy on planet earth although i can't sleep in dark.
While the other thing is fear. Yup the fear of darkness, fear of unknown, or maybe somewhere in myself i believe in ghosts and these sort of things but wait, no i don't believe in this shit. i am the bravest guy on planet earth although i can't sleep in dark.
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Tuesday, March 15, 2005
I fucking need to trade lives with someone right here and right now. I don't want to be the person i am right now. I don't want the fucking problems i have right now and I don't want the stress that i have been taking in for the past few months. I need to get away from a lot of people. And stay closer to the ones that actually make me happy. I no longer believe i'm a good person. I have to change my principles and beliefs regarding how i should live life and treat others. This year has to be the most fucking shittiest in my life and for reasons more then one. Never, ever, ever again will I let loyalty come between what is right and what is wrong. Let's just hope i can undo that mistake. Though even if I do, it'll never stop eating my up from the inside.
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Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Najanay kab se,
Ummedein kuch baki hain,
Mujhay pheer bhi teri yaad,
Kiyoun ati hai?Najanay kab se..
Door jitna bhi tum mujh se,
paas tere mein,
Ab toh addat si hai mujhko aisay jeenay mein,
Zindagi se koi shikwa hi nahin hai,
Ab to zinda hoon mein iss neelay aasman mein..
Chahat aisi hai yeh teri,
Bharti jaey,
Ahhat aisi hai yeh teri,
Mujh ko sitaey,
Yaadein ghhereen hai itne,
Dil doob jaey,
Aur ankhoun mein yeh ghum num ban jaey,
Ab toh addat si hai mujhko aisay jeenay mein
Sabhi raathein hain,
Sabhi batein hain,
Bhula doh unnein,
Mittah doh unnein,
Ab toh addat si hai mujhko..
-- Addat (Jal)
Been hung over this song for weeks and weeks - actually, ever since I first heard it. Was never a fan of those lovey-dovey Paki tunes, and even though I've never been in love, this is definitely something I can relate to. I just can't get enough of these bands/songs nowadays. I mean come on. Where were you hotties before? Too bad I can't seem to find any of their MP3s online.
"Ab toh addat si hai mujhko, aisay jeenay mein". GOD, this pop-rock gives you such a high high. A temporary high will get you no where, Raj. Move on already man. All this lovesh move will get to your head. And i don't want that happening, nope, never, thank you very much.
Ummedein kuch baki hain,
Mujhay pheer bhi teri yaad,
Kiyoun ati hai?Najanay kab se..
Door jitna bhi tum mujh se,
paas tere mein,
Ab toh addat si hai mujhko aisay jeenay mein,
Zindagi se koi shikwa hi nahin hai,
Ab to zinda hoon mein iss neelay aasman mein..
Chahat aisi hai yeh teri,
Bharti jaey,
Ahhat aisi hai yeh teri,
Mujh ko sitaey,
Yaadein ghhereen hai itne,
Dil doob jaey,
Aur ankhoun mein yeh ghum num ban jaey,
Ab toh addat si hai mujhko aisay jeenay mein
Sabhi raathein hain,
Sabhi batein hain,
Bhula doh unnein,
Mittah doh unnein,
Ab toh addat si hai mujhko..
-- Addat (Jal)
Been hung over this song for weeks and weeks - actually, ever since I first heard it. Was never a fan of those lovey-dovey Paki tunes, and even though I've never been in love, this is definitely something I can relate to. I just can't get enough of these bands/songs nowadays. I mean come on. Where were you hotties before? Too bad I can't seem to find any of their MP3s online.
"Ab toh addat si hai mujhko, aisay jeenay mein". GOD, this pop-rock gives you such a high high. A temporary high will get you no where, Raj. Move on already man. All this lovesh move will get to your head. And i don't want that happening, nope, never, thank you very much.
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Saturday, March 05, 2005
Check out South Park Studios (click exclusive -> SP-studios on left bar). You can make many wacky characters, but I made a boring one which resembles me some what from cloths, looks and messy hair.
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Thursday, March 03, 2005
Have a look what i found in my email box today and do you think i should replay to this one. ;)
From:
usman2010@zipmail.com.br Add to Address Book
Subject:
Assalamualaikum
Assalamualaikum ,
In the name of Allah the Beneficent; the Merciful,the Master of the day of Judgement , I greet you in the name of Allah.
I am formally Mr John Odum Abua from Nigeria and was formally based in England.I was born into a strong and devoted catholic family.All through my life i have been doing business and i was into gold mining and selling.I got your contact on the internet while i was searching for the person that will help me complet what I have started.
I met our creator and the merciful one Almigthy Allah when i was having a business deal with one of my partners from U.A.E and from the day i was given the Islamic bath my name changed to Al Ahli Usman. On 10th Feburary 2004 myself and my family and my business partner took a flight from kish to sharjah and we flew kish airline.We had a plane crash and all members of my family including my very good friend lost thier lives.I give thanks to Allah that i am one of the lucky ones that survived the crash.The airline was under the management of one Mr Shabab Attarzadeh who was later sacked after this incidence.I had to return to my home
town (Nigeria) and i am now left with my relatives to take care of me.
Owing to the fact that i was born into a catholic home and my family members know that i am now a devoted moslem,they have neglected me and left me to suffer pain.I know i am not going to survive this whole pain anymore.what disturbs me most is my stroke sickness and now that i have developed paralyses from my waist region downward i am taking this bold step to let you
know that i want to leave in your care the sum of $20m (Twenty million us dollars) i deposited in a security company for the enhancement and propagation of the word of Almigthy Allah. Having known my condition I decided to donate this fund to a mosque,or an islamic organisation or better still a moslem that will utilize this funds the way I am going to instruct
here in.
My main aim of doing this is for the propagation and upholding of the message of Islam.My target area is the youth whom the future of any great country largely lies on.In the western world,you find out that the message of Allah has not yet really gotten there.The message of Islam must not only be preached and upheld,but also our youths have to be called back to
the right path and thereby reawaken their consciousness. I want you also to use this funds for the poor and the needy.Build old peoples home and orphanages.For the fact that my relatives are not ready to comply with me and they claim christanity is the way i am now resting my dream in life on your shoulders.Even as you agree to help me carry out this duty i want you always remember that:
1. Allah won't ask what kind of car you drove, but will ask how many
people you drove who didn't have transportation.
2.Allah won't ask what your highest salary was, but will ask if you compromised your character or morals to obtain that salary.
3.Allah won't ask the square footage of your house, but will ask how many people you welcomed into your home.
4.Allah won't ask about the fancy clothes you had in your closet, but will ask how many of those clothes helped the needy.
5.Allah won't ask about your social status, but will ask what kind of class you displayed.
6.Allah won't ask how many material possessions you had, but will ask if they dictated your life.
7.Allah won't ask how much overtime you worked, but will ask if you worked overtime for your family and loved ones.
8.Allah won't ask how many promotions you received, but will ask how you promoted others.
9.Allah won't ask what your job title was, but will ask if you did your job to the best of your ability.
10.Allah won't ask what you did to help yourself, but will ask what you did to helpothers.
11.Allah won't ask how many friends you had, but will ask how many people to whom you were a true friend.
12.Allah won't ask what you did to protect your rights, but will ask what you did to protect the rights of others.
13.Allah won't ask in what neighborhood you lived, but will ask how you treated your neighbors.
14.Allah won't ask about the color of your skin, but will ask about the content of your character.
15.Allah won't ask how many times your deeds matched your words, but will ask how many times they didn't.
For now i dont want any calls from you because of the presence of my relatives that are always around me and i dont want them to know my palns.Do get back at me to my private mail address (usman2010@myway.com) Hoping to hear from you soonest and do notify your interest to help me to propagate islam.
All praise is due to Allah Who brought everything into existence and may the peace and blessing of Allah be upon our noble Prophet Mohammed and those who folow his footsteps till the day of Judgement.
May Allah bless you as you respond to my plea.
Ma-Salam,
Al Ahli Usman.
From:
usman2010@zipmail.com.br Add to Address Book
Subject:
Assalamualaikum
Assalamualaikum ,
In the name of Allah the Beneficent; the Merciful,the Master of the day of Judgement , I greet you in the name of Allah.
I am formally Mr John Odum Abua from Nigeria and was formally based in England.I was born into a strong and devoted catholic family.All through my life i have been doing business and i was into gold mining and selling.I got your contact on the internet while i was searching for the person that will help me complet what I have started.
I met our creator and the merciful one Almigthy Allah when i was having a business deal with one of my partners from U.A.E and from the day i was given the Islamic bath my name changed to Al Ahli Usman. On 10th Feburary 2004 myself and my family and my business partner took a flight from kish to sharjah and we flew kish airline.We had a plane crash and all members of my family including my very good friend lost thier lives.I give thanks to Allah that i am one of the lucky ones that survived the crash.The airline was under the management of one Mr Shabab Attarzadeh who was later sacked after this incidence.I had to return to my home
town (Nigeria) and i am now left with my relatives to take care of me.
Owing to the fact that i was born into a catholic home and my family members know that i am now a devoted moslem,they have neglected me and left me to suffer pain.I know i am not going to survive this whole pain anymore.what disturbs me most is my stroke sickness and now that i have developed paralyses from my waist region downward i am taking this bold step to let you
know that i want to leave in your care the sum of $20m (Twenty million us dollars) i deposited in a security company for the enhancement and propagation of the word of Almigthy Allah. Having known my condition I decided to donate this fund to a mosque,or an islamic organisation or better still a moslem that will utilize this funds the way I am going to instruct
here in.
My main aim of doing this is for the propagation and upholding of the message of Islam.My target area is the youth whom the future of any great country largely lies on.In the western world,you find out that the message of Allah has not yet really gotten there.The message of Islam must not only be preached and upheld,but also our youths have to be called back to
the right path and thereby reawaken their consciousness. I want you also to use this funds for the poor and the needy.Build old peoples home and orphanages.For the fact that my relatives are not ready to comply with me and they claim christanity is the way i am now resting my dream in life on your shoulders.Even as you agree to help me carry out this duty i want you always remember that:
1. Allah won't ask what kind of car you drove, but will ask how many
people you drove who didn't have transportation.
2.Allah won't ask what your highest salary was, but will ask if you compromised your character or morals to obtain that salary.
3.Allah won't ask the square footage of your house, but will ask how many people you welcomed into your home.
4.Allah won't ask about the fancy clothes you had in your closet, but will ask how many of those clothes helped the needy.
5.Allah won't ask about your social status, but will ask what kind of class you displayed.
6.Allah won't ask how many material possessions you had, but will ask if they dictated your life.
7.Allah won't ask how much overtime you worked, but will ask if you worked overtime for your family and loved ones.
8.Allah won't ask how many promotions you received, but will ask how you promoted others.
9.Allah won't ask what your job title was, but will ask if you did your job to the best of your ability.
10.Allah won't ask what you did to help yourself, but will ask what you did to helpothers.
11.Allah won't ask how many friends you had, but will ask how many people to whom you were a true friend.
12.Allah won't ask what you did to protect your rights, but will ask what you did to protect the rights of others.
13.Allah won't ask in what neighborhood you lived, but will ask how you treated your neighbors.
14.Allah won't ask about the color of your skin, but will ask about the content of your character.
15.Allah won't ask how many times your deeds matched your words, but will ask how many times they didn't.
For now i dont want any calls from you because of the presence of my relatives that are always around me and i dont want them to know my palns.Do get back at me to my private mail address (usman2010@myway.com) Hoping to hear from you soonest and do notify your interest to help me to propagate islam.
All praise is due to Allah Who brought everything into existence and may the peace and blessing of Allah be upon our noble Prophet Mohammed and those who folow his footsteps till the day of Judgement.
May Allah bless you as you respond to my plea.
Ma-Salam,
Al Ahli Usman.
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Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Thats what happend to a friend of mine on his way back to new york for his studies.
Midnight - Parents drop me off at airport. Dad seems too worried if I'll be ok with all the snow in US (I've never seen snow, except for a little in Murree). Relax Dad !
12:15 am - Sneak past pirated books and cds through baggage checks. Its worth the risk when one CD costs $0.50 and I got 6 textbooks for $20 only.
2:00 am - Boarding starts. Why the fuck do they ask us to be at the airport 3 hours before flight ?!?!?!
2:10 am - Oh please don't let that fat guy sit next to me. Please please please.
2:11 am - THANK YOU LORD.
2:15 am - Shit. Motherfuck. This is worse than the fat guy. I'm sitting next to a MULLAH. No seriously, with dirty beard and white turban and all. The airport staff has a sick sense of humor.
2:40 am - Awww. Goodbye Pakiland. I'll miss the water shortage, power outage and the slow net. No seriously, even with all the problems of a third world country and no matter how much I diss it, there's no place like home. I'll miss you Mom !
(I won't mention it for the rest of the 18 hour flight, but the Mullah next to me kept bothering me with tableegh, sermonizing and telling me why I should believe in Allah etc etc. I already know this dude. Fuck off ! )
3:00 am - Hmmm. Starting to get bored here.
3:01 am - Seriously. Boring boring boooooring.
3:02 am - WHEN WILL WE FUCKING LAND !!!
5:55 am - Why is the Mullah asking me in which direction would Mecca be :P. Don't care dude.
6:00 am - Is this Mullah for real ? He's actually gone to the back and started giving the Azan (call for Muslim prayer).
6:05 am - 2-3 people are praying in congregation in the cramped aisles. Wow - never have I seen this and I've flown a lot.
10:00 am (UK time) - Yaay Manchester Airport. I can try all the free cologne samples at the duty free :)
Noon - "America has two evils: Indecency and Materialism. Right ?". Seriously, why the fuck is this Mullah going to USA if he hates it so much.
1:00 pm (US time) - Time to fill customs forms before landing.
1:01 pm - NO WAY ! The Mullah doesn't know English so I have to fill it out (I swear I'm NOT making this up. This really is unbelievable).
1:02 pm - Holy shit. Mullah has American Passport and his birth country is Afghanistan !?!?!?!? I look at him closely and get the creepy feeling that he's Osama bin Laden or one of the Al-Quaida men. Scared, I fill out the form for him.
1:06 pm - Flatly refuse when he even asks me to sign it for him. Dude are you frickin high ? I'm not signing it ! So he just scrawls zigzaggily on the dotted line.
2:00 pm - Newyork totally looks like a Christmas postcard from the plane, with the snow and all.
2:30 pm - Run run run out of plane, to get really ahead in customs line.
5:00 pm - Despite all the running, took me 3 hours, because all young single Muslim males are terrorist threats and must undergo special registration :P. Great ! I've just landed and already I'm fingerprinted and treated like a criminal :P:P.
5:05 pm - Aaaaah JFK Airport. Catch a snack, and take a bus through Manhattan and Times Square to the Greyhound Terminal.
5:30 pm - Damn Newyork rush hour. I could've walked faster :P.
5:35 pm - Seriously. NY Traffic Jams suck.
6:00 pm - Finally ! Catch a bus to GradSchoolCity.
7:00 pm - Shit. Haven't slept for 2 days and these are seriously crampy seats. But still ...
7:05 pm - Zzzzzz
8:00 pm - Zzzzzz
11:00 pm - Zzzzzz. Oh yayyy. I'm in GradSchoolCity.
11:30 pm - Aaaah. My apartment. Time to meet my asshole roommate Lun ! Damn that was a long trip.
Midnight - Parents drop me off at airport. Dad seems too worried if I'll be ok with all the snow in US (I've never seen snow, except for a little in Murree). Relax Dad !
12:15 am - Sneak past pirated books and cds through baggage checks. Its worth the risk when one CD costs $0.50 and I got 6 textbooks for $20 only.
2:00 am - Boarding starts. Why the fuck do they ask us to be at the airport 3 hours before flight ?!?!?!
2:10 am - Oh please don't let that fat guy sit next to me. Please please please.
2:11 am - THANK YOU LORD.
2:15 am - Shit. Motherfuck. This is worse than the fat guy. I'm sitting next to a MULLAH. No seriously, with dirty beard and white turban and all. The airport staff has a sick sense of humor.
2:40 am - Awww. Goodbye Pakiland. I'll miss the water shortage, power outage and the slow net. No seriously, even with all the problems of a third world country and no matter how much I diss it, there's no place like home. I'll miss you Mom !
(I won't mention it for the rest of the 18 hour flight, but the Mullah next to me kept bothering me with tableegh, sermonizing and telling me why I should believe in Allah etc etc. I already know this dude. Fuck off ! )
3:00 am - Hmmm. Starting to get bored here.
3:01 am - Seriously. Boring boring boooooring.
3:02 am - WHEN WILL WE FUCKING LAND !!!
5:55 am - Why is the Mullah asking me in which direction would Mecca be :P. Don't care dude.
6:00 am - Is this Mullah for real ? He's actually gone to the back and started giving the Azan (call for Muslim prayer).
6:05 am - 2-3 people are praying in congregation in the cramped aisles. Wow - never have I seen this and I've flown a lot.
10:00 am (UK time) - Yaay Manchester Airport. I can try all the free cologne samples at the duty free :)
Noon - "America has two evils: Indecency and Materialism. Right ?". Seriously, why the fuck is this Mullah going to USA if he hates it so much.
1:00 pm (US time) - Time to fill customs forms before landing.
1:01 pm - NO WAY ! The Mullah doesn't know English so I have to fill it out (I swear I'm NOT making this up. This really is unbelievable).
1:02 pm - Holy shit. Mullah has American Passport and his birth country is Afghanistan !?!?!?!? I look at him closely and get the creepy feeling that he's Osama bin Laden or one of the Al-Quaida men. Scared, I fill out the form for him.
1:06 pm - Flatly refuse when he even asks me to sign it for him. Dude are you frickin high ? I'm not signing it ! So he just scrawls zigzaggily on the dotted line.
2:00 pm - Newyork totally looks like a Christmas postcard from the plane, with the snow and all.
2:30 pm - Run run run out of plane, to get really ahead in customs line.
5:00 pm - Despite all the running, took me 3 hours, because all young single Muslim males are terrorist threats and must undergo special registration :P. Great ! I've just landed and already I'm fingerprinted and treated like a criminal :P:P.
5:05 pm - Aaaaah JFK Airport. Catch a snack, and take a bus through Manhattan and Times Square to the Greyhound Terminal.
5:30 pm - Damn Newyork rush hour. I could've walked faster :P.
5:35 pm - Seriously. NY Traffic Jams suck.
6:00 pm - Finally ! Catch a bus to GradSchoolCity.
7:00 pm - Shit. Haven't slept for 2 days and these are seriously crampy seats. But still ...
7:05 pm - Zzzzzz
8:00 pm - Zzzzzz
11:00 pm - Zzzzzz. Oh yayyy. I'm in GradSchoolCity.
11:30 pm - Aaaah. My apartment. Time to meet my asshole roommate Lun ! Damn that was a long trip.
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People need to stop coming up to me and telling me about so and so new game out in the market that has 'tight' graphics. To me gameplay is what makes a good game.The Monkey Island series, Longest Journey, Command and conquer, Age Of Empires, neither of these games has graphics worth writing home about. What they do have is really well-developed gameplay that makes people drag you off the PC after six hours of constant gaming.
Speaking of which, Vice City, one of my all-time favorite games is what I'm addicted to these days. It's great to have a game offers all the killing, racing and a great story. Game that doesn't only ask you to beat the other cars in the race, but also some awesome built-in radio stations to listen to while driving a vehicle. Also, buying new property and taking out there missions to earn more and more cash is cool. Now that's addictive gameplay! Another thing I find very strange are sports games. If I sit on my ass all day playing FIFA, doesn't it defeat the actual point of sports, i.e. getting off my ass and going outside and playing.
Speaking of which, Vice City, one of my all-time favorite games is what I'm addicted to these days. It's great to have a game offers all the killing, racing and a great story. Game that doesn't only ask you to beat the other cars in the race, but also some awesome built-in radio stations to listen to while driving a vehicle. Also, buying new property and taking out there missions to earn more and more cash is cool. Now that's addictive gameplay! Another thing I find very strange are sports games. If I sit on my ass all day playing FIFA, doesn't it defeat the actual point of sports, i.e. getting off my ass and going outside and playing.
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