I Begin Anew

I'm coming up for air from this pool of resentment,
Resigning myself from an upset past.
Slicing away these remnants of pettiness,
I'm peeling away the dead skin of the past year.
I begin anew,
Not with a clean slate,
But with a repertoire of lessons learned.
I begin anew,
Not completely different,
But not totally the same.
I begin anew.



© Jadie Nimenzo, 2013. All rights reserved.

Who Likes Being at Their Worst?

There’s something not quite right about “If you can’t accept me at my worst, you don’t deserve me at my best.” Taken into this context, to me it sounds like a flimsy and ridiculous excuse when we've been atrocious to someone – a lover, a friend, family. Subscribing to this particular paradigm apparently leave us entitled to be cruel and generally shitty to people, especially people you care about and share the same sentiment towards you. It’s almost like a get out jail free card.

There is also a tinge of selfishness. I can’t imagine taking meanness from anyone in stride just as I don’t expect anyone to take crap from me. We cannot assume that people will understand why we are (to them) inexplicably sad or angry or negative. It’s not how relationships work. Everything connects and ripples. We have to remember that it is never only about us and our immediate world.

Another thing: (over)acting the victim and victimizing other people because of it. Imagine the worst thing we are capable of. Would we want to be at the end of that?

Granted any circumstance, there is no reason to be colossal asshat for an extended period of time. I mean, what if our worst is just such a piece of work? We can’t expect people to stick around for that. Sometimes we have to own up to our actions and deal with what it leads us to.

Think about it: our worst can trump our best. It wouldn't matter what else we did, how much we apologized. We can’t rewind time and we end up living with the consequences.

Maybe we should try being our best even at our worst. I’m not sure how that will work out but really… who likes to be at their worst? I know I don’t. 

Clusterfucks and Fuckers

Tuesday, 08 October 2013

7.53 am

The morning started early enough that I feel confident that I won't be late. Of course, that is entirely at the mercy of unpredictable traffic. Some days it feels like the world is making way for you. Then, there are days that make you question getting up that morning in the first place. In those days you find yourself on the van's worst seat possible. Your seated next to some schmuck who likes to spread himself out in an incredibly cramp place and the driver is a disrespectful twat who likes to swerve and drive like a maniac. Those days you're sure the driver is trying to kill his passengers.

I guess it's pretty obvious that commute to work isn't something I enjoy. Can you blame me though? It's mostly fearing for your life and invasion of personal space.

Today, however, is a better day. Nice seat, considerate stranger for a seatmate, and so far the driver seems okay. Traffic seems amicable, too.

Should I take this as a sign that it's gonna be a good day?

Nah. Experience has told me that's not always the case.

Unless this is the day that I get to meet his sexiness Tom Hiddleston, the jury is still out.

So far commute is going relatively smooth. I might hazard to say that I may get to work by 8.30 am, friendly road forecast permitting.

9.12 am

One of the main issues I have with work is people overstepping their bounds. It seriously rubs me the wrong way, even if you tell me that it was done with the best of intentions.

With full vehemence I say fuck that noise or I will find a way to fuck up your shit.

I have my responsibilities and I try my damnest to make sure I keep up with them. Even if the workplace is an absolute clusterfuck right now, I always give my best at what I do; I've tried doing subpar work and it just wasn't in me.

To the meddling punk ass bitch at work:

Don't make me feel like I'm not doing a good enough job by trying to take over work I'm responsible for. You don't see me in an arms race and gunning for your job. Sit your ass down and mind your own business. You are the very last thing I need to be dealing with.

1.57 pm

A friend from work and I decided to head out of the office for lunch. We were due for a change of scenery, even if for just an hour and a half.

Conversation consisted mostly of the woes of work. We both had ideas of how things could change for the better. We discussed worries and ideals that we're sure most people at work would agree on -- silently or otherwise.

Call it ranting, but we were due for that as well.

It is clear that change is needed but how do I spark it when I have no means? It's easy enough to dream of having things my way. Just the same, the whole situation isn't just about me. There's a bigger picture to consider; one that affects all the lives connected to it.

So I resign myself to focusing on what I can control: my responsibilities and doing right by my work.

6.30 pm

More conversations followed for the rest of the afternoon. Work, people at work, insufferable people at work. It wasn't the work itself that erodes patience, kindness, and consideration. It was people spreading toxicity.

Blame it on the stress if you must but rudeness is inexcusable. Take it this way: if being disrespectful is frowned upon on children who, generally, are still grasping the concepts of propriety, what more with grown, fully functioning adults?

Making an example from what happened just before I left work: if a colleague humanely asks for you and your group to tone down your voices, it would be a kindness for you to consider the request and deliver. To answer derisively is criminal on my book. I don't think quietness is such an incredible mole hill to climb.

Perhaps people need to go trekking up the heights of their massive egos to get over themselves.

Today's moral: Don't be a cunt. No matter how bad your day is.

Toe-Stepping

I was once told to take care of stepping on other people's toes. It was reasoned to me that it is universally unappreciated and that its figurative form is most dangerous. Watch your step, they say. Better safe than sorry. It is akin to being in the path of a venomous snake and one wrong move could mean your life (or, as with the human species, it could also mean your reputation, dignity, money, family, friends, and whatever a person may hold dearly significant).

Like a snake that strikes to deliver poison, a person of a vindictive nature can cause damage if you unwittingly cross his path. Step on this person's toes and you just signed yourself up for disaster.

It won't even matter if circumstances made you unaware of your actions, all they see is that you have slighted them, and hell hath no fury like painful toes connected to a vengeful mind. Sometimes, no matter how much care you take walking the straight and toeless line, you will at some point deviate.

Precaution can be the way of course, but protection helps, too. Invest in a thicker armor. Fortify your mind and heart from fangs and barbs that will try to latch on to you. Be prepared to strike back when need be. You are nobody's punching bag. Watch your step, yes. Just make sure that they watch theirs as well.

Rage

Rage is an all-consuming thing. Once it settles into the roots of who you are, it will spread like a disease. Flowing through the network of your existence until you’re just another tally added to its victims.

Rage is lives on the festering parts of you. It amplifies your selfishness. It escalates your pride. You see nothing but the image it wants you to see; something culled from the deepest, darkest pit in your soul and given free reign of your entirety.

If you are consumed and you give it complete access to your being, rage becomes destructive. Nothing is spared. So take heed when you stand before its threshold. Because when what's done is done, there is not turning back.

How To

As much as possible, try not to feel sorry for yourself and what you've done. Whatever happens in your life, you have had a hand in how it unravels. Every decision, every choice you make has an effect in your story, so be prepared to deal with the consequences.

Acceptance is key. There are things you can fix, if you want. But some you can't rectify, unless you can turn back time and redo the past. The faster you acknowledge your actions and its end results, the faster you can figure out that there only one course of action.

What you do is deal with it. There is no manual with embossed letterings forming the words How To; it's up to you to author that book. You can't turn to other people to help you write it all out. Most of them are busy writing their own manuals. So what are you waiting for? Pull out a pen and some paper and get to writing (or, you know, type it all out in your computer).

Your Truth

Never let any moment be completely tied down to what the people around you do and say. You are living your life and the honesty that you must subscribe to, first and foremost, is the one you owe to yourself. The truth is that you should never allow yourself to be swept by the tide of another's life.

Sometimes things do not work out the way you thought it would; that is the time to change course, adjust your sails, and find another way. What's even better is the you create a new path, one that you should be unafraid to journey on.

In all this remember that you should care strongly for your truth. You are who you are not just by chance but because of the growth and experience you have gained through the years. Not everyone will accept your truth and some will try and falsify your records. What is important is that you know your truth and that is enough for it to live on. Never suppress who you are for the benefit of another's ignorance. You owe yourself that and more.

The Risk of Change

How do you know it is time to let people go? Is it ever the right thing to do? And how will it affect, well, everything? Admit it or not, these questions have popped up in our minds at some point and they are hard to answer; scary, even. It really is rooted on the theme of change, which is something that most of us are wary of. It is not something that everyone necessarily embraces at once and some like to take their time with change.

Change, however, is a sign of growing and of moving forward, at least in its positive sense.  Just the same, change has its downside. Things could change for the worst or, as we all would hope it would, be for the better. Fear or not, change is inevitable and it does us well to risk it because the chance of something better is worth it.

So risk letting people go, especially if it does not serve you to have them with you. In this life, it is instinct to thrive and be a better version of yourself every single day that you live and breathe and do. So why keep hold of the anchors whose purpose is to drown you? There is a vastness of people who can be catalysts for good in life and isn’t that so much better than tying yourself to burdens?

Letting go is as difficult for many as it is easy for some. But sometimes you have to let go of people because they are toxic. They warrant neither happiness nor growth for your being. At some point we have to say enough is enough and that they cannot keep taking and taking until we are but empty versions of ourselves.

Seek out the change that brings you more of the magnificent things in life. Are we not wired for that in the first place? It should be with all the greatness of our efforts that we strive for happiness in whatever form they may be to us but also keeping in mind that our happiness should not hinder another’s.

As you let people go, so should you welcome the company of others and surround yourself with those who do well for you and you can do well for. End a vicious cycle of toxicity and embrace a synergy of a happy, risk-worthy life.

I Never See It Coming

It's a feeling that can go two ways: it creeps up on you in slow, quiet paces or it tackles you to the ground with a resounding thud. Either way you never see it coming.

The thing is you can't really deal with it properly because you're in the wrong place and the wrong time. 

You wouldn't want to be inappropriate in front of other people now, would you?

Discretion is your way. But discreet solutions work only for a short amount of time or they don't work at all and you're just stuck wondering how the fuck you're going to deal with this predicament.

Going of somewhere to hide for a while won't do, mostly because there's nook or cranny that will serve the purpose. So you sit there, fighting the most tempting urge in your present and all you can think about is how good it would feel to be on your bed right now and sleep.

[For a second, I thought I was going to type masturbate.]

Keep It Together

Keep it together. Keep it calm. Keep it under control.

After that initial onslaught of emotion — be it joy, anger, love, or sorrow — rein it in and employ a more peaceful aura for it does not do well to dwell in too much stimulation.

Remember that there are many things afoot in your life and all of it will require your focus, undivided or otherwise. Some will require your immediate attention, some at the same time, and some are content to wait its turn. But you will give them your time, lest everything falls apart.

It pays never to allow anything to consume you completely. There is more beyond the clamoring grasps of passions light or dark.

Left Out

Sometimes you will feel left out.

You will ask yourself, "What did I do?" There are different answers to that posed question. You could've been ignorant to some faux pas previously done. You might've said something inappropriate, on purpose or otherwise. It might not be often but the switch to the colossal asshat part of your personality might've been turned to "on."

Or, and I can't say enough how common this is, you have done nothing wrong and the people around you are just wrapped up with themselves.

As people are different so are their lives. Varying days will be a jumble of things and people will deal with it their own way. In your eyes it may seem like they are ignoring you, but as "interesting" or as "funny" as your day may be going, people will always be focused on their end of the life spectrum.

So chin up. Attention is not all that it's cracked up to be. There is no guarantee that tomorrow will be any different yet carry on and don't take things personally.

Hearts and Bruises

She bruises easily.

Not her skin, mind you, but her heart. And how could it not be when she wears is so readily on her sleeve. It was like a beacon, attracting more sorrow than she can carry in her arms. It was a target so easy, one barely had to be a good shot to take aim at it.

Is it bravery or stupidity? Volley after volley fired and no shields are raised. Does she care so little of herself? Awaiting destruction by way of heartbreak seems to be the quest.

No.

She cares too much, exceedingly so that she feels not right when she shuts herself out. The heart is worn proudly because she doesn't know how to live any other way. She reasons that all the joy that comes her way and she seeks out are worth more than the darkness.

It is madness to others.

It is life to her.

Grief

Grief is never simple, is it? It is also never expected, even when you have resigned yourself to accepting the inevitable. No rational thought can combat the onslaught of sadness and pain rendered upon your heart and mind.

How does one cope with it?

How does one move on from it?

How do you console yourself with truth that cuts deeper than any blade man can wield on another's flesh?

Time, they say, will heal all wounds.But what if all time gives you is more despair?

Rise of the Guardians (A.K.A. The Best Animated Film I've Seen In A Long Time)

I first came across this movie as a gifset while I was Tumbling about. Though I wondered what animated film it came from, I was never curious enough to do the research.

I came across another gifset, this one focused on a particular character from the movie. I loved the gifset so much and was inspired to know more about the character to which I turned to Youtube for answers and there I found the trailer for The Rise of the Guardians. A Dreamworks Animation-produced and Peter Ramsey-directed film, this came out late last year in November and toted as a holiday flick for the kids.

I am completely flabbergasted at how this movie hadn't blipped my radar back then. It was totally right up my alley: amazing animation, fantasy-adventure genre, liberally sprinkled with comedy, and brilliant created characters.
The Rise of the Guardians brings together the mythical characters of Santa Claus, Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, and Sandman as protectors of children, guarding the wonder, hope, memories, and dreams of every child all over the world. Enter Pitch Black, the Boogeyman, a character so resolute in engulfing the world with darkness and fear and erasing every child's belief in the Guardians. With that oncoming threat, winter spirit Jack Frost was chosen by the Man on the Moon as an unlikely candidate to join the band of Guardians and protect the children.

The Guardians: (L-R) Jack Frost, North, Tooth, Bunnymund, and Sandy.

Now, let's rave. 
I tremendously enjoyed the characters and how they were portrayed but I especially liked North (Santa Claus), Bunnymund (Easter Bunny), and Sandy (Sandman) in the film.
North is completely different from any other Santa Claus I'd ever come across in pop culture. From the Russian accent to the tattooed forearms, I just thought that this character was the most badass St. Nick in history. And despite the badassery, North possesses this child-like wonder that helps him see the amazing in everything and that's what he represents and protects as a guardian. Alec Baldwin lends his voice to North and I barely heard any semblance of Baldwin in his voice acting for this role which to me says a lot about the work that was put in for the character.

Bunnymund is not your typical Easter Bunny. Against all stereotypes, he is about 6 foot tall and instead of carrying a basket filled with Easter eggs, he has a boomerang and egg bombs as tools for his trade. Bunnymund is portrayed as such gruff and rugged character yet he creates these utterly wonderful and colorful Easter eggs that play their part in bringing joy and hope to children all over the world. I don't know with anybody else, but giving Bunnymund an Australian accent just fit so well with the character, though I did wonder if Hugh Jackman made the accent a bit more pronounced for the film.

I just adored Sandy. He is the cutest Sandman ever. Though Sandy had no lines in the film as he did not speak, it certainly didn't hinder the character in anyway. I thought it was just darling the way Sandy communicated through images he creates with sand. This character had the prettiest animation effects in the movie; it was so detailed but simple and just so perfect for the character.

Speaking of animation effects, this movie had the best that I had ever seen. The work on Sandy was impeccable but so was the animation in the rest of the film. As I've mentioned before, it was incredibly detailed and there were a lot of nuances that made the effects all the more better, like in how the ice fragments around Jack as he breaks through the frozen lake in the beginning of the movie, how the plumage of the Tooth Fairy changes color when she moves a certain way, the filigree-like details in the frost that Jack creates, and, of course, the golden sand Sandy uses to create dreams. The art in the movie is truly gorgeous to behold. The scenery was incredible especially in Bunnymund's warren with its rainbow vibrancy and North's workshop where these fantastic toys were created by yetis and elves. The creative team behind the film certainly put a lot of work and imagination to it and comes across in such beautifully rendered animation.

Jack creating frost on one of the trees he touched in the beginning of the movie.

As far as the story goes, I definitely related to Jack Frost's inner turmoil with trying to discover who he was and what his purpose on earth is. I think everyone of us is just trying to figure out who we are and, just like Jack, sometimes it takes looking into the past to really know ourselves and how it has shaped who we are now. Jack was chosen to be a Guardian because in his last moments as a human he saved his sister's life and he comes full circle in becoming a Guardian. 
With the film, I can honestly say that I have never watched anything like it. I thought the concept was truly original. Bringing together these creatures of myth and translating them to today's audience has never been done and it was such a fresh take on it. It was a superhero movie with a unique twist and though it is generally regarded as a movie for kid's this 22-year-old immensely enjoyed watching it. And I think that's the underlying theme of the film, keep the wonder in everything alive even as you transition into adulthood. Just because you're an adult, it doesn't mean that you have to stop believing and enjoying the things you did as a child.
Watch the movie and see for yourself. It's perfect for marathons during the holiday, or any day for the matter.

On the Struggle for Self-Control and Tact

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No truer words have been disseminated on the internet than the ones above, at least in my case. I often struggle with biting my tongue in many situations daily and there are times that I wish I could just say what I want and damn the consequences. But I know that will never work in my favor; I'd be offending people by the dozens if I completely forgo the filter between my brain and my mouth. I do slip up sometimes. It could be because something was too funny not to share, then in the end I'll realize that most people do not have my warped and pervy sense of humor. Sometimes it is when I am really upset and holding it in is just impossible; that usually involves yelling and things flying from my hand towards my intended target.

I mostly struggle with people and their ignorance and narrow mindedness on things. Considering the conservative culture I was raised in, this happens often enough and it takes all my effort not to jump their throat, though the throat-jumping is usually prompted by insufferable people and insufferable ideas, opinions, and actions.

Can you imagine a world where everybody had no choice but to say what's on their mind? I surmise utter chaos. I also think nobody would be friends with each other. Man may well become an island. 

Whenever I'm thinking about opening my mouth to speak my mind, I always try to ask these there questions:

Should it be said?

Should it be said by you?

Should it be said now?

It makes sense really. Sometimes things should be left unsaid to avoid conflict. Sometimes you have no business talking about things. Sometimes its just not the time to say it. It always pays to subscribe to the trait of tactfulness, don't you think?

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Flashback Friday: Love Me

Poetry, September 2005 — I'm thinking of renaming this series to Shameful Fridays, at least where my poetry is concerned. As predicted, it's another pathetic and sad poem from my teenage days. I really cannot stress the fact that I was going through some, err... issues back then and I've since learned my lesson. Expect 'unrequited love' to be the theme with this one. Are my dear and few readers even surprised?

Love Me

Show me how you really want me to be
And not just some lost fantasy
Know for me for what I do and show
And not for what pleasures I bestow

Treat me like a human
Like I am your only one
Look into my eyes and see the longing
And hear my heart calling

Realize we’re meant to be
That we are not just passion and bodies
Realize that we are one
Or so help me God I’ll come undone

There is more to us than what we have
And we’ve made it this far through the good and bad
Let’s make memories of love and care
I’ll love you forever if I dare

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On Not Being Bothered

I'm taking this as an opportunity to express how true the above words are. I try to live by this as much as I can in my life. It's not easy but, in my opinion, there is nothing better than living your life and let the little things, the unimportant things sort itself out.

I think it was in high school I began to realize that there were bigger things in play and what I thought mattered back then wouldn't be so relevant in the future. I was bullied for a part of my high school life, mostly because my peers didn't like the way I was. Instead of trying to fit in to the status quo, I was more determined to be myself and to establish that this is who I am and it what these bullies thought didn't matter. What was important was that I didn't hide my truest self. It may have made me more vulnerable to teenage persecution but at least I was someone I could take pride on. The bullies were irrelevant, their opinions without merit. 

I think it's important to take enough care to think about what's worth pouring energy into, or at least that's what I try to do. I'd hate to waste effort and emotion into something that wasn't worth it in the end. If I wasted time in worrying about what people say about me and try to "perfect" my image, I would be one unhappy woman. I'd rather think about what I can do to better myself for me and for the people I love. 

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Photo-of-Interest Monday: Kittehs!

This photo is part of the Caturday album I've yet to post on Facebook. The shot is a particular favorite of mine and fellow blogger tin2gg actually thought I planked on our street to get this shot, but because of attire restrictions, I just did a rather uncomfortable crouch.

Caturday was a Saturday that unfolded with my not having to do anything. Armed with my camera, Farrelly, I ventured outside to look for something to shoot. The cats on our street are rather friendly since my sister and I keep them fed enough. They let them pet you and they come when you call. And call I did. I sounded like a wheezing tea kettle and I'm pretty sure I bothered some neighbors, but I got my shots. 

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Jadie Attempts to Do a Review: Lothaire by Kresley Cole

I finished this book a few days ago but because of work I am only now able to write about it. I’ve been following Kresley Cole’s work on the Immortals After Dark series since my early college days and with every mention of the titular character, Lothaire, I grew more and more curious of him and I often wondered when Cole would write his story. For those who know me well enough you’ll be able to picture my absolute joy when I finally got my hands on a copy.

It took me a while to get to reading it. I was previously engaged in reading George R. R. Martin’s A Game of Thrones, so Lothaire was stuck in my reading list limbo. When I did manage to start reading it, I found it really hard to put it down and loathe anything that would keep from reading. But of course I had other things to accomplish so I had to squeeze reading breaks in between work and responsibilities at home.

The book tells the story of the Enemy of Old, Lothaire. A master at manipulation and deceit, Lothaire has been seeking revenge against those who have wronged him, plotting to take over the Horde and the Daci (two factions of vampires within the series). He seems to have found the key to realizing his vendetta in Saroya, vampire goddess and his Bride, but with one dilemma – Ellie Pierce, Saroya’s mortal host.

In reading the series, I’ve wondered who Lothaire’s fated Bride would be. I’ve guessed that it would be a number of female characters mentioned in the series but the conundrum that was Ellie and Saroya was actually more than I expected.

I like Ellie. Her nerves of steel and her strong-headedness made her a character to admire. I liked that she never backed down from Lothaire and that even if she had so much to take in with the new world of immortals she was thrust into, she kept an open mind and held her own. Even in the face of death, she was determined not to go down without a fight. She took the fact that people underestimated her and made it into her advantage which kept Lothaire reeling and I think that’s what made Lothaire fall for her despite his blindness to the truth of his Bride and despite his need for revenge.

Lothaire is a ruthless male but I liked how the book showed more than that. He was a vampire who, as a boy, was forced to bear the demise of his mother while unable to do anything to save her. He has been forsaken by his father and betrayed many times. In order to become more powerful and exact his revenge, he willingly spiraled downward to the gaping mouth of insanity. It was enlightening to finally know what made Lothaire tick and why he does what he does.

Let’s talk about Nix now. First of all, I was really excited to read about the valkyrie’s relationship with Lothaire. It was truly unexpected but I adored it. The book was particularly illuminating on how big a role Nix and her soothsaying plays in the grand scheme of the series. As I had done with Lothaire, I am just clamoring for even a sliver of detail as to who Nix will end up with. When will her book come out and will it be soon, Kresley Cole? Until then I will be waiting with bated breath.

This book is by far Cole’s more sensual (sexual) work. Love scenes depicted were on the really steamy side which I thought was appropriate for a character like Lothaire. It would only make sense that sex with this vampire would be raw and animalistic with some (a lot) of biting.

I’m very interested in reading more about Lothaire’s relatives, the Dacians, and what role he and Ellie will play in their stories. I know that one book from the Dacian’s spin-off series has already come out but I haven’t managed to get a hold of a copy. This one called Shadow’s Claim and it’s the story of Trehan Daciano and I will be remedying my lack of the book soon enough. 

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On Reading and Flirting

from asofterworld.com

I'd like to think that it wouldn't matter whether or not my partner likes to read but then I think how they won't completely understand my awe of the new book I'm reading or that they won't be able to relate to my reminiscing of the classics I got lost in when I was young. Reading, in my opinion, offers this opportunity of rapport between people, a jump of point of interests that becomes fodder to meaningful conversation and thought-provoking debate that, for someone such as I, look for in a relationship.

I relate to someone more if they share my love of books and reading; it's not to say that I prefer their company over non-readers, it's just that I find it easier to relate to fellow bookworms because I already have something in common with them. Translating that into a dating situation, meeting and conversing with someone for the first time whose reading repertoire extends to more than textbooks allows me to have a good time because I know that the date won't be mundane and I know that my mind will be stimulated. Stimulate my mind and you'll  be able to stimulate my heart (among other things *wink,wink*).

So I like a well-read person. That's not a crime. We all have our standards in attraction. I don't think one has to have a vast library stereotypical of your standard bookworm. But I think it is important to appreciate what a good book can offer and be open to give a book a chance to change your mind about reading.

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