| still alive... |
[28 Jun 2004|02:23pm] |
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but about to be unemployed. clerkship term is ending next month -- anybody want to hire me? i'm not that smart -- but i'm down for whatever.
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| look at me |
[07 Apr 2004|04:59pm] |
i'm startin to write up in this bitz again. it's probably from the fuel i got this weekend. that good shit. 1993 OCTANE, what. always feelin good when i go back to the rock. the original alkatraz.
work ain't ever JUST WORK when you get your mind right and have the proper perspective. it's never just "another day/dollar." how boring would that be?
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| still trippin |
[06 Apr 2004|05:18pm] |
i'm spitless off this weekend. comin' down from the high... just now i really do remember what got me through the roughest times in law school and beyond. it was remembering weekends like this...
yup.
honest.
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| 10 years later |
[05 Apr 2004|09:40am] |
the family is doing well.
more than a decade ago about 7 filipino kids sat in a room in pullman, washington for the first time and fought about tshirt designs. it was the first FASA meeting. one brother was convinced we needed bamboo lettering so we could "represent." the other really thought we shouldn't "orientalize" our image. Jef turned really red about his bamboos.
i just want to say... JEF, i've thought about it for the last 11 years.. and you were right. we should have went with the bamboo letters.
but in the longrun, i don't think it really mattered what our shirts looked like or what kind of designs we used. what mattered was that we came back to that same room the next week, and every week after that.... already -- we were family. for us, this family really was first and foremost. it's all we had.
we still knew what it was like when we were dropped off at WSU that first day by our parents. 5 hours and 285 miles away from home. you were lucky if you had a couple homies. no FASA. just trying to get out of class as quickly as possible each day so you could get home and rack up that long-distance phone bill. damn, that time made me appreciate my mom. but phone calls to moms wasn't enough to get you through 4 years in the palouse.
that's why after that first meeting, we were inseparable. lunches in the CUB. even if we skipped class, we would get up to the hill just to hang out for lunch. jojo taught us how to get two-for-one burgers. ricardo thought we were crazy for buying lunches at all -- he was always more "economically efficient." virgel brought food then had to buy food. he ate lots. leni liked ricardo. who did lorna like? did i mention my sister used to be a cheerleader -- oops. jef had a corndog fetish. that was weird.
last night we were together again. lots older. real tired from the drive back. but for a moment i looked around the living room and remembered what it was like. not everyone was there last night, but enough to get that feeling back. we're not together 24 hours a day anymore but i don't think we lean on each other less.
it's almost even more critical these days. bigger stakes. we have houses, wives, husbands, kids, dogs, careers, retirement plans... lifesize shit. we lean harder now-a-days. at the end of it, we all know we wouldn't be who we are without the family we built at WSU.
i don't know that there is anything i am more proud of being a part of.
i kept on thinking about the million things i wish i would have said this weekend. i was stressin about whether i communicated everything i wanted to communicate when i spoke off the cuff and barely glanced at the speech i wrote and lost sleep over.
then i had to remind myself. it's not about me. the measure of success really is seeing all those faces, together in the same room. growing. learning to lean on each other -- the way we learned 10 years ago. that's what it was really about.
i don't care if they don't remember a single word i said if at the end of it all it felt like family. and it did.
on the last night, they didn't know it but they did like the way we did back in the day. we didn't party. we celebrated.
we didn't EVER party -- it was all about celebrations when we would cram 90 people into an apartment. yup -- 90 people. we would test the structural integrity of those campus housing rentals. and that's what it felt like when we took over Moscow, Idaho this past April 3.
now back in reality. as i sit here on my computer. the white lawyers dookin it out in the courtroom. that "day-after" feeling hits me. i hate it. it's calm again. no one wearing those brown conf shirts around here. then again, i have to remind myself, it's not over.
that's the beauty of family. it's not an event. real family is always there. it's part of your life.
as jef said at breakfast at old euro sunday morning -- these FASA heads don't even know what lies ahead. as they smiled, laughed, and danced this weekend, they don't know how much this will mean to them later. never again will they be in this type of setting. hundreds of filipinos in the same room. no fights -- no mad doggin. just positive energy.
thats why it was always good to bring it to the palouse. in the middle of hick-ville. when we're the only color for miles and miles. we figure out how stupid we can look fighting each other when we still got places like idaho where we're not the most common or welcome of faces.
back in seattle, those kids on fridays and saturdays at the clubs -- they're partying. this past saturday, when all them heads on the dancefloor were singing to the slowcuts, together -- that's celebrating.
anyway. i'm blabbering. i miss that shit bad. but FASA love just comes in different forms when you get a little older -- and it has to. the best part is that it's always there -- for life.
alums - i forget to add anything? POST IT!
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| rain |
[23 May 2003|05:43pm] |
raining here in washington dc again. but didnt think it was really extraordinary or abnormal weather until the news started doing stories on how businesses are suffering, traffic is getting turned inside out, and people are crying about the rainy forecast for memorial day weekend...
what a bunch of frikken woosies!!
i'm from SEATTLE, MAN! get a grip, this ain't shit...
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| technology is a trip |
[22 May 2003|01:44pm] |
ma forwards ALL her fwd emails on everything from terrorist alerts to the latest warnings on using plastic in microwaves. pops got three email addys and sends hellah huge pics from his digital cam taken at his band's last gig or at his shipyard. he just got a DSL hook up at home and now has an instant messenger SN. but its weird talkin to him on there because he only types in english. he be soundin like our foreman at a worksite somewhere... but its all love.
lolo been havin mini-strokes. lola got hospitalized for an anxiety attack, probably partly due to lolo's stubborn reluctance to call 911. he seems to think its "a bother" for hospital staff and paramedics when he seeks their medical assistance too often... the only man i've ever heard of who tries to "sleep off" strokes when others would be praying for a stretcher...
whenever you talk to him he just downplays everything. the other day he fell down the stairs. he told kiyana it was because of his "slippery" tsinilas. she said he had a bruise on his head.
i find myself downplaying it when i talk to him, too. its easier to deal with the inevitable that way, i guess. i think its a family attribute. its all serious drama tsimis when its about others, but when its about you, its no big deal... i just try to counter his jokes here and there with my own then hand the phone off to happs to let her drop the medical lecture and importance of calling in the medics when his body gets numb and his legs won't work..
on the other hand, its good to know the strokes don't even come close to affecting his spirit. sure, he may move a little slower here and there, but the man ain't aged a bit my entire life.
despite all this, lola still sends emails us on everything EXCEPT her and lolo's health... she's a trooper.
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| kazucks... |
[20 May 2003|10:35pm] |
now that soulseek is down, i've had to go back to that blooooody bloody service.. kazaaaa. can somebody help meh? is there anything else out there that i can cop cuts from without all the fuggin popups and adware?? this shit is killin my comp.
on another note:
i forgot to update yall on my first south asian wedding. yo, that bangra is hot when done by the right DJs. that reception turned into a damn house party, got hot and stuffy real quick.. and it was beyond that overplayed punjabi / jay-z shit. blendin hip hop with traditional beats... respek to dem spinners doing they damn thing. blew my mind.
so anyway. got to get rid of this kazaa, somebody help me!
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| updating to update (again) |
[18 May 2003|03:14am] |
lets start at the most recent events:
reloaded, matrix, good. although, i don't think the dialogue had to be couched in such complex language when the concepts and storyline wasn't that sophisticated. i was feelin it, but at the same time offended by the writing that seemed to purposefully try to sound more "intelligent" and confusing. trust me, my brother sent me the script. it was big words tangled around fairly simple shit...
but at the end of the day - 2 thumbs up.
better luck tomorrow. good. i had low expectations (despite the hype) just cause i didn't want to get let down, so it was real good for me. plus, i just got to support justin lin, et al for making some crazy wild shit that bent my thought. any movie where asian amerikan teens pull gats on punk ass white boys get an automatic thumb up. throw in a decent story line and yer gettin double thumbs.
week prior, had our convention. it was good to see folks. as usual i spent much more time preparing for a panel presentation than required. oh well, its good to know i can still pull all-nighters and still be somewhat coherent after being up about 40 hours. happs and i ready for that gameshow "cram," for reals.
caught up with good people that week. some i just met, some i ain't seen in a grizz heezy, some i nevah evah see enough.. like my SISTERRRRRRRR!! we didnt spend enough time, but we spent some good time, and thats what counts... she turned 28 the following week. i KNOW we'll be spendin her 29th together. i'm not missin no more of those...
what else..
oh yeah! the lakers dynasty is finished. kaput. done. roll the credits. asta lavista. i don't feel as good as i thought i would about that, but i still feel good. while the sight of kobe and fisher shedin tears was surreal, i know they'll be back next year as contenders for the crown.
until then.. go spurs! (even if robinson is a chump - see below)
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| musik reviews |
[22 Apr 2003|01:13pm] |
We rebellious, we back home
Screamin' 'Leave Iraq alone
For all my soldiers in the field/ I will wish you safe return
But only love kills war/ When will they learn?
~Jay-Z over that Punjabi MC "watch out for the boys"
not bad for jiggy shit, right.
oh but damn. ya'll heard that "hail mary 2003" ?? em, 50, and busta jus chokin ja and so-called murder inc. worse than em's nail in a coffin. leaves me speechless. cop it.
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| dah da dah da... |
[15 Apr 2003|12:06am] |
feel like i just got to post since its been a minute. tired of talking, thinking, analyzing amerikan global policy. tired of paula zahn er'fuckin mornin tellin me what the state of world is. tired of lookin at pampered ass journalists standing on kuwaiti hotel rooftops complaining about their demanding work schedule and limited laundry service while they report on dead iraqi children as unfortunate collateral damage. tired of trying to convince people that you can question why the fuck the US troops are iraq without being "un-Amerikan" -- whatever that means. tired of thinking and knowing that it is completely possible to take an oath, wear a uniform, and carry a gun into war then die in the line of duty for absolutely nothing.
i went to the wizards game on saturday night. two injured amerikan soldiers were there fresh from the war. they put them up on the trinitron as the arena announcer called for everyone to give them a round of applause for "serving and protecting our country."
how'd they do that? exactly which constitutional rights were saved as a result of us blowing up baghdad? anyway, i rant about that shit in other entries below... scroll down.
i mean i ain't mad at them. i know a number of people join the services because they get conned by that damn recruiter, need a way to pay for college or simply need something to get them out the place their in... especially colored folk in inner-city schools. i never met a fuckin college recruiter at franklin high, but i had army recruiters stockin my damn home and blowin up my phone...
anyway. i'm tired ah this.
but yo, went to a fam party for our young hova, marlan out here in the VA.. he in the three-one club. damn we growin up. hellah chilllldren... phil had his two shorties. those of you keepin track, his stepdaughter, rilee, is 2 years old and his young man, antonio is now 4 months old. happy said he looks like fat joe minus the platinum ropes. he mad chunky like a true central district casila. ya'll should see phil in his poppah role, its pretty amazing... kinda.
marlan's boy, roel is 2 months old. he still looks like a wobble head, i haven't mastered the art of cradling his cranium when i hold him so i keep it to a minimum...
anyway, we gettin older... but it don't mean things can't get better. i was soaking it all up... and taking notes.
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[26 Mar 2003|06:57pm] |
"Why of course the people don?t want war. ... That is understood. But after all it is the leaders of the country who determine the policy, and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship ...Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is to tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country."
Hermann Goering
Nazi German Air Force Commander
Nuremburg Trials, 1946
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| DC |
[26 Mar 2003|06:30pm] |
i think we've been fortunate in that we've really connected with a good group of folks out here in DC. as we move closer to leaving, i think i appreciate folks more and more. i can see how people can set roots in other parts of the country or world.. it's not as difficult as it seems when you meet some quality peoples.
on the other hand, i'm not really feelin dc community work. i respect those out here trying to do something.. but on the real, this is the only place i've been where i think you can have a job that consists of talking about talking about meetings and meetings about meetings... and get paid well. self promoting mothahfuckahs get paid out here.
i mean, i know they are everywhere in and outside DC, but its a different breed here. especially when they put on their community hats. there's this one dood, atty, about 40 something years old, writes this mass email about his opposition to war.. pretty good.. he's a good writer, but nothing earth shattering or profound in his shit.. and at the end it says.. please let me know if i can help anyone or be involved with anyone's organizations in this time of need....
then when you see what this doods business is, it makes sense.. he does campaign/community organizing consulting and webpage development for all kinds of orgs out here. i mean his lil firm quotes nonprofits at like $20-25K for homepage development using the same fuggin recycled templates...
he's lookin at this time as a good time to make some doe. and the sick thing is that er'one out here buys and believes that self promotin shit.. so you know that playah eatin better than most of us...
i don't know man. it's big business, maybe i should start gettin in that game, too. you know i got to eat...
all i need to get going is a personal webpage, a bangin bio, and some headshots in front of the lincoln memorial..
on the real, i'm leavin this place called DC and going home soon. not sure how its gonna be after 4 years, but i'm excited...
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| before 9/11 and the war in iraq |
[26 Mar 2003|06:03pm] |
there was feel good shit like...
jamboree - naughty by nature
summertime - nocera
share my world - boogie boys
don't leave me - backstreet
right here right - SWV (human nature remix)
tenessee - arrested development
catch me i'm fallling - pretty poison
goodbye - sweet sensation
just to name a few that didn't make it on any of the more recent compilation CDs.. what else i miss?
add marlboro menthols with the smell of spam on the grill on a cool pullman night, you got some feel good, you know, simple shit that just ain't around these days... i'm confident its still around.. just got to get through these ruts and feel it in different forms...
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| war |
[24 Mar 2003|04:38pm] |
don't watch CNN, MSNBC and Lawd help yah if you think you're getting any facts from FOX news. closest thing to the truth these days is www.bbcnews.com forreal.
like many of you, i'm downright speechless about what's going down these days... it's a fuckin mess.
only good thing that has come out of it is that i have a growing respect for "foreign" journalists after watching amerikan media succumb to, create, and foster propoganda. it's almost like amerikan journalists are afraid to ask offensive questions for fear of sounding unpatriotic or un-amerikan. what's freedom of press if you can't (or refuse to) ask questions and hold those in power accountable.. what? you don't want to offend or embarras rumsfeld??
there's a lot people on all sides of the war losing a lot more than pride right now...there is no more urgent time for the press to exercise every ounce of its constitutional rights and freedom than in times of war.
its seems like when times get rough the media feels a duty to salute the president. us amerikans have been trained pretty good though. all amerikans feel they have to "support the commander and chief" in times of war. recent polls show most amerkans, including the democratic party leadership, now support the president and the war.
so let me get this straight.. you can debate about whether or not you want something to happen, such as war, but once it starts, you have to support the action? why? who says?
more importantly, what message does that send and precedent does that set? what motivation do those for war have to debate or even consider rationale against war if we're all gonna band together, hold hands and belt out the anthem once US missles start flying anyway.
the way bush shut up his democratic opposition was just by sending troops out and letting the bullets fly. then democrats wouldn't dare say anything against the war, becuase they don't want they're constituents (voters) to think they're not supporting the troops. and amerikan media, depending on their commercial sponsors and overall viewership comes from the same school of thought.
gets me?
what i can't understand, is why people can't separate between supporting the president and supporting troops. its really not hard. the president/white house commands the troops. being against the president is being against what he is commanding the troops to do, not against the troops themselves. you can be against the president's policy decisions and still support the troops...
i support the troops so much, that i want them to come home... now.
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| updating to update |
[25 Feb 2003|06:45pm] |
i guess i should write something since i ain't put nothin down for a hellah. lemme see, well, here there's snow. starting to melt, but heard more is coming. city was shut down for a minute. bush was trying to blame it on saddam and bin laden. on the real though, was stuck at the house for like 3 days last week. cabin fever makes you appreciate the little things in life we take for granted er'day.. like blockbuster, taco bell, and the metro rail. i'd go nuts in jail.
as for er'thing else. hmmmm. rearranged the room so i got the turntables up. problem is, it's on the 4th floor of a town house, so i ain't got motivated to bring the heavy vinyl up yet. das da nex projek.
what else.. hmmmm. went to an asian young professionals happy hour last week at this joint called HOME. can you say.. kernnnnnnneeeeeeeeeee!! the theme of this club is that its like "home." ahhhhhhh. so the first floor is the living room, second is like i don't know, the rec room?!?!? next floor is the BEDROOM with these beds and shiiiitt, right. kerny. i mean, there was a coupla coo people we knew.. but otherwise, bunch of asians tryin not to mess up they hair.
i was sortah just thinkin about booshie club culture since i ain't really been lately.. it's like manufactured, fabricated, illusionary status building for sale... all created to make anyone feel like somebody if you got enough money, and or kiss enough ass.
first, there's the line outside. if you half coo, you aint tryin to wait in line. either you know someone, been there too many damn times and got to know somebody, or just straight bribe a bouncer (usually a $20 min) so you can cut through.
as you get your little rush passin those poor bastads in line, pat yourself on the back of your shiny tight shirt, you just moved up the first rung of the cool club status ladder.
don't feel bad for them kids in line. half of em got fake IDs, plus, they're shivering cause they left they coats in their civics and are too frugal to pay that coat check, them real cheapos are there before 11pm for the free cover. what i hate is when they even make their girl leave that coat in the hatchback.. oh well. what do you care? you don't wait in no damn lines.
note: you're half a rung higher if you don't even wait in the VIP line.
next rung, the cover. now, do you walk right in? or do you pay even AFTER you bribe that bouncer. you got to definitely know someone for that one. obviously bribery at this point cancels out the benefit. but if you get in with no cover, congrats. you're up another step.
ok ok. it's extra credit time. unless everyone saw you in line, or saw you extensively haggling with the bouncer to let you in, you can usually make up some cool points by seeing, giving pounds, and cheek kisses to er'fuggin buddy you possibly know. in other words, can you make an entrance. now, this is an artform.
everyone gets different levels of enthusiasm and varying forms of greetings depeding on who they are and how they're acting. for example, the guy that you know waited in line and left his coat in the accord gets a decent respectable pound. if you went to high school with him, elevate that to a shoulder pound. "cool" people who know other "cool" people get a little more enthusiasm even if you never hung out with them in daylight hours. this requires a pound, how you been, what you been doin. short convo to raise the possibility of being intro'd to more "cool" people, or at least other "cool" people seeing you greet other "cool" people, and so on. you get my drift.
some dudes you always sorta say what up to in that jay-z - nas sortah maddog but respek kind of pound. you ain't nevah really had an actual conversation with them dudes in your life, but they're always at the club and they like ookin tough and well, you just feel like you should say somethin. plus, "cool" people will see you givin him a pound, in turn makes you look real "cool" when you say what's up to the "tough" guys at the club.
more you do of that, the cooler you are. why? i don't know. i'm just talkin about what i see.
VIP room. this is funny one. last week at HOME, there were a coupla hundred people on the main floor (including female patrons). in the VIP, where the coolest people are? about 14 dudes. and you know they were jus there cause they had to let people watch them walk up there. eee gads. it was funny. anyway, the trick is to be able to get into the VIP room and come in and out once and while to maximize your exposure to the common folk. its sorta like cuttin in line repeatedly.
so you're in the club, and what do you do. buy as many drinks as possible for everyone you even remotely know. now don't be cheap. the more expensive, the more "cool." this means, if you get a martini, get AT LEAST kettle one vodka. if you get a cognac, get a courvasiehalokjdfalkfdja ( i don't know how to spell that shit). champagne would be some big ballin. and shots always make it look like you don't play. anyway. you know what i mean. if you're not in the VIP room yet, doing this every weekend will get you in..
so. after all this. what do you got. better yet, what do you not have... money. but damn, you looked hellah "cool." my point? none really, besides the fact that its just a big con game we all fall for. just another way to spend our money on basically nothing in a capitalist-consumer society. but you already knew that.. i just needed to LJ about something.
oh yeah. the real reason i brought this up and am twice as salty is cause i lost my coat that night. but that's what i get for buying an asian boy accessory like a black gap wool coat.. put it down for a second and it got lost in a sea of banana republic apparel...frikken asians!
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| Gary FUCKIN Payton |
[21 Feb 2003|03:00pm] |
Nine Time All Star. Nine Time All Defensive Team. Two Gold Medals. One of only 8 to rack up 15,000 points, 6,000 assists, 1,000 steals...Only missed 5 Games in 13 Seasons, that's 13 years people!! how many times you miss work in the last 6 months?!?!
nothing but HEART...
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| i still don't pawty.. i celebrate. |
[10 Feb 2003|01:54pm] |
update update.. where i been? well, glad you axed. last saturday spun at a lil house pawty in maryland. it was aight. basically at this chinese chica's house i know from schoool. she hellah coo, house real nice, but other folks was WACKONESIAN, duke! basically, its what all them bellevue orientals do when they turn 30 i think, turn into some boring assss motherfuckahs, talkin about they boring as corporate cuble jobs, decked out in they prada and somehow inadvertantly (sp?) talkin about they BMW, they job, er they condo (not in that order) repeatedly.
funny how a dozen filipinos (and friends) can change that shit. i mean the wackonesians remained sleepy, but it was philippine new years up in there for us. we had a blast despite they haterism from across the room. for real, like high school, haterism was in the air. i think it's because they were realizing how boring their lives are er somethin. it was jus a trip to literally have a room completely cut down the middle. one half with a dozen or so nutty brown kids singing and dancing and one half a banana republic staff party with wine and cheese and shitt.. i mean they wasn't even bobbin they heads while 300 watt JBLs was shakin they drinks... it probably didnt help the hate when the few girls they brought to the joint ended up joinin our side of the set. on top of that.. i don't think most of them seen that many brown kids in one place before, let alone up in their space like that..
given the socioeconomic placement of them panasian kids up in there and their attitudes, we were in some ways the equivelant of the black kids that show up at the white suburban party. interesting dynamiks..
the girl throwin the party was happy, though. so at the end of the day.. mission accomplished.
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| what's gangstah? |
[31 Jan 2003|12:44am] |
"I believe in America. America has made my fortune. And I raised my daughter in the
American fashion. I gave her freedom, but -- I taught her never to dishonor her family.
She found a boyfriend; not an Italian. She went to the movies with him; she stayed out late. I didn't protest. Two months ago, he took her for a drive, with another boyfriend. They made her drink whiskey. And then they tried to take advantage of her. She resisted. She kept her honor. So they beat her, like an animal."
"When I went to the hospital, her nose was a'broken. Her jaw was a'shattered, held together by wire. She couldn't even weep because of the pain. But I wept. Why did I weep? She was the light of my life -- beautiful girl. Now she will never be beautiful again."
"I went to the police, like a good American. These two boys were brought to trial. The
judge sentenced them to three years in prison -- suspended sentence. Suspended sentence! They went free that very day! I stood in the courtroom like a fool. And those two bastard, they smiled at me."
Then I said to my wife, "for justice, we must go to Don Corleone." -Bonasera
that's gangstah!
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