Why is it that every time the SBS camera man did a close up of one of the players tonight (Socceroos vs Uruguay) the guy was spitting out a big, fat goli?
It's so freaking gross the way these guys conjure up these spitballs through their nasal passages, deep down from the back of their throat to the tips of their tongues and then launch the saliva-ry mess -with great accuracy may I ad - on to the carpetty grass.
I'm not a fan of soccer (sorry, Football), I think I've watched about 5 games in my life. I wouldn't know the difference between a penalty and a corner. But I thought it would be a great bonding moment with my husband (not a massive fan either but used to play state league) - and it was. I have a new appreciation for the guys - well maybe not appreciation for their skills but definitely for their looks. Not pretty boy Kewell or gigantic Balkan Zelko Callac but for dreamy-greeny eyed John Aloisi. I reckon he's HOT and has a really cute ass.
My husband thinks I'm mental.
I'm really happy for the Socceroos. It was great they won, especially since Viduka missed that goal at the end. It was so funny to read his lips after he missed it (for all those who speak Cro) it was easy to see what he yelled ( Picka te Materna - Mother C***). I'm no prude, but Cro's really can swear - and with such vim.
Anyway, watching the match got my hubby talking about how when he used to play in a team of other north shore Croats (he was a leftback) he'd punch the guys in the kidneys. Charming. My husband is not excatly a small guy, but he is very sweet, so the mental image of him digging his fists into some little guys kidneys made me laugh. After all, he is a Cro. I suppose it was karma his soccer career ended after he snapped his leg while playing the World Game. Which, in a way is good as I really can't imagine myself falling in love with a spitting soccer player, I prefer my wrestling honey.
Wednesday, 16 November 2005
Wednesday, 26 October 2005
I believe in the power of prayer
One of my best friends in the world is undergoing surgery this morning to remove a malignant tumour.
This friend of mine is more like a sister. She has always been there for me, ever since I was four years old. She has been there through all my joyful times and my woeful times. She has been a consistent force of love in my life. She needs your prayers.
Whether you believe prayer has the power to heal, I implore anyone reading this blog to take 2 minutes and just send a positve thought, a quiet prayer for health.
Thank you
This friend of mine is more like a sister. She has always been there for me, ever since I was four years old. She has been there through all my joyful times and my woeful times. She has been a consistent force of love in my life. She needs your prayers.
Whether you believe prayer has the power to heal, I implore anyone reading this blog to take 2 minutes and just send a positve thought, a quiet prayer for health.
Thank you
Saturday, 22 October 2005
Saturday, 15 October 2005
Separated at Birth?
Actor Richard Attenborough, ''Roger Bartlet'' The Great Escape
I was watching the Great Escape tonight (for the millionth time) and I couldn't help but chuckle at the striking resemblance between my local MP (see below) and Richard Attenborough. That goofy smile, big teeth and googly eyes! If I only I can dig up a picture of Robbo in his Army Reserve uniform - they'd look like twins.
On the other hand, my husband thinks Anthony Roberts looks more like Ralph Wiggum from the Simpsons. HE HE HE
Friday, 14 October 2005
Tara the Terrible's Toddler Tantrums
I came really close to losing it in Woolworths the other day.
Picture this, I'm laden down with groceries, have a chubby four-month old in the baby bjorn carrier, and a screaming (yet somehow still gorgeous) toddler screaming bloody murder. Her problem, she didn't want to sit back down into her pram. Do you know how hard it is to put a struggling, very feisty toddler into her pram, and strap her down? Everyone was staring at me , tsk tsk tsking, shaking their heads and mumblilng something about me being the worst mum on earth. While I kept a serene smile on my face and kept calling her ''Princess'' I really wanted to smack her and call her a little shit. Thank God for small graces, a nice lady helped me put the now beetroot faced Tara into her pram who was by now wailing ''daddy - Tara'' over and over again at the top of her lungs. If it wasn't for the curls we share, people might have thought I 'd abducted her from her father. My wish at that moment was that her daddy was the stay-at-home and I was somewhere, anywhere else. I would have even wanted to be a Checkout Chick.
Today, we're taking her to see Bananas in pajamas. Let's hope we don't have another meltdown
Sigh!
Picture this, I'm laden down with groceries, have a chubby four-month old in the baby bjorn carrier, and a screaming (yet somehow still gorgeous) toddler screaming bloody murder. Her problem, she didn't want to sit back down into her pram. Do you know how hard it is to put a struggling, very feisty toddler into her pram, and strap her down? Everyone was staring at me , tsk tsk tsking, shaking their heads and mumblilng something about me being the worst mum on earth. While I kept a serene smile on my face and kept calling her ''Princess'' I really wanted to smack her and call her a little shit. Thank God for small graces, a nice lady helped me put the now beetroot faced Tara into her pram who was by now wailing ''daddy - Tara'' over and over again at the top of her lungs. If it wasn't for the curls we share, people might have thought I 'd abducted her from her father. My wish at that moment was that her daddy was the stay-at-home and I was somewhere, anywhere else. I would have even wanted to be a Checkout Chick.
Today, we're taking her to see Bananas in pajamas. Let's hope we don't have another meltdown
Sigh!
Tuesday, 4 October 2005
I have an addiction
You may be wondering where I have been.
Well, I've discovered something that gets my pulse running, my adrenalin pumping, gives me a sense of euphoria - but is highly addictive.
it's Ebay.
While I know I'm pretty slow in discovering this wonderful past time, I love it! The danger is that I've already won two items and am currently bidding on another 15! Uh-oh I know I should have lowered the limit on the credit card.
Is there an Ebay Anonymous out there? I may have to start up a support group.
Well, I've discovered something that gets my pulse running, my adrenalin pumping, gives me a sense of euphoria - but is highly addictive.
it's Ebay.
While I know I'm pretty slow in discovering this wonderful past time, I love it! The danger is that I've already won two items and am currently bidding on another 15! Uh-oh I know I should have lowered the limit on the credit card.
Is there an Ebay Anonymous out there? I may have to start up a support group.
Wednesday, 28 September 2005
You're Baptised!
Beautiful Eden
I can't believe we have Christened our second child! It feels amazing and surreal that so much has happened over the last 18 months.
Eden Monica (her new name) was so perfect on Sunday! She didn't even cry and looked absolutely adorable as you can see from the above pic. She looked just like a porcelain doll. It was a lovely day, a beautiful ceremony. We kept it very small - and if it was up to me, it would have been even smaller, but c'est la vie.
The important thing is that my baby is now Christened, and that's all that matters to her dad and I.
I wanna have more babies!
P.S Have started job hunting for a part-time job. I need something to get me out of the house a couple of days a week.
Tuesday, 20 September 2005
Hypocrisy
My ultimate job would be to work for the ABC's Foreign Correspondent
This top rate current affairs broadcast is one of my all time favourites. Tonight, I caught the tail-end of a segment on the inter-fightings of the Christian Church in Jerusalem. Being a girl of faith and also having the supreme honour of saying my family hails from this most holy of holy places in the world, I was left embarrassed and stupified at the hypocrisy of these supposed ''holy men'' of the Church.
Let me try to simplify the situation.
The Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jersusalem (which is built on the site where it is claimed the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus took place) is divided into sections where the different Christian denominations - Greek Orthodox, Catholic, Armenian, Syrian, Egyptian Coptic and Ethiopian worship. Now it is no secret each believes they are superior to the rest, but the war between the Egyptian and Ethiopian Copts takes the cake.
While, I do not claim to know the reasons behind this feud, what has taken place between these two sects is pathetic. As I was watching the segment, I was burning in shame and anger at how the leaders of these two have carried on. Now, I'm not talking about name calling but physically bashing the brains out of the other. Greyed and long bearded monks (most quite elderly) hitting their ''enemies'' with iron bars, sticks and bricks. One Egyptian monk was saying how an Ethiopian bashed their Bishop while he sat motionless in his chair. Other footage was shown of a bleeding- and now brain damaged Ethiopian monk due to the assault- lying motionless on the hard stone ground, blood oozing from his temples.
For shame, for shame. It made me want to vomit.
And these MEN call themselves HOLY and claim to have devoted their lives to emulating Jesus.
What a Joke. How disgusted must God feel?
What happened to, ''Love one another as I have loved you''?
And the Greek Orthodox ( who own the second largest number of assets in Israel) aren't any better. Their (former) head dude, Patriach Irineos I, sold millions of dollars worth of real estate in Jerusalem to - wait for it - JEWISH SETTLERS!!! He has been deposed and is now just a lowly monk. And this is a holy man??? He's just as bad as Judas. No wonder my dad calls them all crooks.
When did it all become about MONEY? Jesus turned the tables of the merchants in the temple in his day, shouldn't these men who teach his word, do the same?
Whilst it sounds like a script from a bad soap opera, the saddest thing about it is that it's all true. The most embarrassing thing for me, however, is that the Israeli army have to keep law and order at the Church. They must be laughing their heads off at us.
I wish I saw the whole show, maybe I can get a tape from the ABC shop. Mike Willacy, you're a top rate Journo.
This top rate current affairs broadcast is one of my all time favourites. Tonight, I caught the tail-end of a segment on the inter-fightings of the Christian Church in Jerusalem. Being a girl of faith and also having the supreme honour of saying my family hails from this most holy of holy places in the world, I was left embarrassed and stupified at the hypocrisy of these supposed ''holy men'' of the Church.
Let me try to simplify the situation.
The Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jersusalem (which is built on the site where it is claimed the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus took place) is divided into sections where the different Christian denominations - Greek Orthodox, Catholic, Armenian, Syrian, Egyptian Coptic and Ethiopian worship. Now it is no secret each believes they are superior to the rest, but the war between the Egyptian and Ethiopian Copts takes the cake.
While, I do not claim to know the reasons behind this feud, what has taken place between these two sects is pathetic. As I was watching the segment, I was burning in shame and anger at how the leaders of these two have carried on. Now, I'm not talking about name calling but physically bashing the brains out of the other. Greyed and long bearded monks (most quite elderly) hitting their ''enemies'' with iron bars, sticks and bricks. One Egyptian monk was saying how an Ethiopian bashed their Bishop while he sat motionless in his chair. Other footage was shown of a bleeding- and now brain damaged Ethiopian monk due to the assault- lying motionless on the hard stone ground, blood oozing from his temples.
For shame, for shame. It made me want to vomit.
And these MEN call themselves HOLY and claim to have devoted their lives to emulating Jesus.
What a Joke. How disgusted must God feel?
What happened to, ''Love one another as I have loved you''?
And the Greek Orthodox ( who own the second largest number of assets in Israel) aren't any better. Their (former) head dude, Patriach Irineos I, sold millions of dollars worth of real estate in Jerusalem to - wait for it - JEWISH SETTLERS!!! He has been deposed and is now just a lowly monk. And this is a holy man??? He's just as bad as Judas. No wonder my dad calls them all crooks.
When did it all become about MONEY? Jesus turned the tables of the merchants in the temple in his day, shouldn't these men who teach his word, do the same?
Whilst it sounds like a script from a bad soap opera, the saddest thing about it is that it's all true. The most embarrassing thing for me, however, is that the Israeli army have to keep law and order at the Church. They must be laughing their heads off at us.
I wish I saw the whole show, maybe I can get a tape from the ABC shop. Mike Willacy, you're a top rate Journo.
Monday, 19 September 2005
Helen Clark - who says you can't have both brains and looks?
Bad, bad teeth
Whilst I claim to know a bit about Australian politics, I must admit I know next to nothing about the politics of our brethern across the Tasman.
I do know this however, NZ PM Helen Clark has really, bad, bad teeth. I was thinking this as I watched her on TV the other day and wondered why on earth people like her (with really, really bad teeth) do not get them fixed? She's in the public eye, has plenty of money and must really scare herself some mornings. Hell, I was scared when she cracked a smile the other day.
On the other hand, I hear she's pretty decent - and she's one of the only women PMs in the world, so I shouldn't be such a picky cow.
Friday, 16 September 2005
Yummy, yummy Abla's
I like sweets. I mean I LOVE sweets. Anything containing sugar - gimme, gimme, gimme.
So, imagine how excited I was when Darp came over today with his beautiful girlfriend with a plate of Arabic-sweets from Abla's. These sugary, nutty, filo pastries hit just the spot - so I proceeded to eat the whole plate without feeling even an ounce of guilt eventhough these delicious tidbits are laden with butter and dripping with calories. My excuse - I'm breastfeeding.
Now, for those who do not know what Abla's is, it is a Lebanese sweet shop in the Western Suburbs of Sydney. It is not unique, but probably the best known. I remember my parents taking me there when I was a child and looking around in awe at the massive trays of every colour, shape and flavour of dessert you can imagine. Think (the original) Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory ''Candy Man'' scene crossed with pictures of Lebanon, hooka pipes and little coffee cups. You get the idea.
Thanks Darpie - kiss kiss kiss
So, imagine how excited I was when Darp came over today with his beautiful girlfriend with a plate of Arabic-sweets from Abla's. These sugary, nutty, filo pastries hit just the spot - so I proceeded to eat the whole plate without feeling even an ounce of guilt eventhough these delicious tidbits are laden with butter and dripping with calories. My excuse - I'm breastfeeding.
Now, for those who do not know what Abla's is, it is a Lebanese sweet shop in the Western Suburbs of Sydney. It is not unique, but probably the best known. I remember my parents taking me there when I was a child and looking around in awe at the massive trays of every colour, shape and flavour of dessert you can imagine. Think (the original) Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory ''Candy Man'' scene crossed with pictures of Lebanon, hooka pipes and little coffee cups. You get the idea.
Thanks Darpie - kiss kiss kiss
Wednesday, 14 September 2005
What a relief!
I got back the results of the biopsy today and thank God, the lump is benign.
I can't really explain how relieved I am - it's almost indescribable.
When I got the good news this afternoon, I took a big, long breath and offered up my undying gratitude to the Lord. It wasn't so much that I was scared for myself, but more so for my daughters, husband and family. I didn't want to have to put them through any pain.
Anyway, on a much lighter note, Tara has learned a few more words and was happy to babble all day. She astounds me with her vocabulary every day, but it never ceases to amaze me. She says ''bread'' and ''banana'' and is trying very hard to put words together in sentences by repeating the same word and putting an `a' between them. Its very, very cute.
Not much more to write about. I should really have an early night.
Good night
I can't really explain how relieved I am - it's almost indescribable.
When I got the good news this afternoon, I took a big, long breath and offered up my undying gratitude to the Lord. It wasn't so much that I was scared for myself, but more so for my daughters, husband and family. I didn't want to have to put them through any pain.
Anyway, on a much lighter note, Tara has learned a few more words and was happy to babble all day. She astounds me with her vocabulary every day, but it never ceases to amaze me. She says ''bread'' and ''banana'' and is trying very hard to put words together in sentences by repeating the same word and putting an `a' between them. Its very, very cute.
Not much more to write about. I should really have an early night.
Good night
Sunday, 11 September 2005
Lazy, Lazy day
The morning after the night before!
Today, I have done nothing.
Seriously, I have only done the bare minimum one has to do when they have two babies. I have done no housework, no cooking, no getting out of PJ's until I showered the girls and no going out.
We got home pretty late from my brother's 21st party last night and I just wanted to laze all day. It was pretty exciting getting all dolled up - even if it was just for my parent's backyard. To get into some sexy heels and slap on some make up made me feel young and pretty.
I have done one thing though, yell at the people living down stairs. I truly am a really nice person, but get on the wrong side of me and I can turn into a snarling lioness. To cut a long story short, the couple downstairs were banging around all night - as you know my babies are light sleepers - and by 9.30pm I was fuming. Every bang they made startled Tara and Eden and I'd had enough. I wasn't that rude, until the cow said it was OUR fault for not insulating out place properly. The gaul of some people. It's an old unit block and they only moved in 3 months ago and they think they own the place. She even had the hide to say she hears running - i.e Tara playing - but they don't complain.
I was about to smack her.
I basically told them to piss off and walked back up stairs with ``talk to the hand gesture'' held up.
Humph
Anyway, about last night. The party was great, they all seemed to have a good time, but they were all so TAME. I can't understand it. I - and all my friends at 21- were abso-fucken-lutely WILD, especially at parties. But, I suppose you have to understand my dearest brother and his mates. Let me try to explain.
They are the beautiful people you see on billboards, video clips and Diet Coke commercials. And my brother and his best friend Gian-Carlo (yes, I know the name is even super cool) are like walking Calvin Klein posters. They all wear DESIGNER clothes, Versace bling is a must and drive European cars - not fast but super slow so everyone gets a good perve. They also have these stunning girlfriends and chiseled physiques, the envy of many. (I'm jealous). When they are not working they are either:
1) getting a hair cut
2) getting a part of their body waxed
3) sunbaking (a tan shows off their bulging muscles even better)
4) clothes shopping -(only designer)
5) going to the gym.
They only eat protein rich foods, no fat, junk food, cigarettes, alcohol, drugs, sweets or chocolate and their favorite pastime is - wait for it - taking photos of themselves. They have photos of themselves EVERYWHERE.
But, they even do this in style. Posing is a must and smiling is not allowed. Imagine a cross between Zoolander and a P.Diddy music video. You get the idea.
It actually got really funny watching these kids - who were all wearing ITALIAN WHITE LEATHER SHOES, (apparently this is the latest fashion trend) - snap away on the obligatory digital camera, each one has glued to their hand, and strike a pose.
And, of my God the presents! I think each one was trying to out-do the other! In my day ( I sound so lame) we gave bottle of Sambuca and $50 gift vouchers to HMV for 21st gifts. My brother received designer fragrances, diamond jewelry, vintage bottles of Moet (which will never be drunk as they don't do alcohol) and the latest European designer clothes.
I'm just being jealous cos I shop at Target
I think I'm being a bit harsh. They are great kids, really good. They are never in trouble with the cops or mixed up with anything illegal and are always polite and respectful. What more could you ask for? It's hard enough for teenagers these days to stay on track (am I starting to sound like my mum?), so if their only crime is spending every last cent of their pay packets on the latest diamond-encrusted Longines watch, then so be it.
I do love my brother, I adore him.
Happy Birthday Bro.
Today, I have done nothing.
Seriously, I have only done the bare minimum one has to do when they have two babies. I have done no housework, no cooking, no getting out of PJ's until I showered the girls and no going out.
We got home pretty late from my brother's 21st party last night and I just wanted to laze all day. It was pretty exciting getting all dolled up - even if it was just for my parent's backyard. To get into some sexy heels and slap on some make up made me feel young and pretty.
I have done one thing though, yell at the people living down stairs. I truly am a really nice person, but get on the wrong side of me and I can turn into a snarling lioness. To cut a long story short, the couple downstairs were banging around all night - as you know my babies are light sleepers - and by 9.30pm I was fuming. Every bang they made startled Tara and Eden and I'd had enough. I wasn't that rude, until the cow said it was OUR fault for not insulating out place properly. The gaul of some people. It's an old unit block and they only moved in 3 months ago and they think they own the place. She even had the hide to say she hears running - i.e Tara playing - but they don't complain.
I was about to smack her.
I basically told them to piss off and walked back up stairs with ``talk to the hand gesture'' held up.
Humph
Anyway, about last night. The party was great, they all seemed to have a good time, but they were all so TAME. I can't understand it. I - and all my friends at 21- were abso-fucken-lutely WILD, especially at parties. But, I suppose you have to understand my dearest brother and his mates. Let me try to explain.
They are the beautiful people you see on billboards, video clips and Diet Coke commercials. And my brother and his best friend Gian-Carlo (yes, I know the name is even super cool) are like walking Calvin Klein posters. They all wear DESIGNER clothes, Versace bling is a must and drive European cars - not fast but super slow so everyone gets a good perve. They also have these stunning girlfriends and chiseled physiques, the envy of many. (I'm jealous). When they are not working they are either:
1) getting a hair cut
2) getting a part of their body waxed
3) sunbaking (a tan shows off their bulging muscles even better)
4) clothes shopping -(only designer)
5) going to the gym.
They only eat protein rich foods, no fat, junk food, cigarettes, alcohol, drugs, sweets or chocolate and their favorite pastime is - wait for it - taking photos of themselves. They have photos of themselves EVERYWHERE.
But, they even do this in style. Posing is a must and smiling is not allowed. Imagine a cross between Zoolander and a P.Diddy music video. You get the idea.
It actually got really funny watching these kids - who were all wearing ITALIAN WHITE LEATHER SHOES, (apparently this is the latest fashion trend) - snap away on the obligatory digital camera, each one has glued to their hand, and strike a pose.
And, of my God the presents! I think each one was trying to out-do the other! In my day ( I sound so lame) we gave bottle of Sambuca and $50 gift vouchers to HMV for 21st gifts. My brother received designer fragrances, diamond jewelry, vintage bottles of Moet (which will never be drunk as they don't do alcohol) and the latest European designer clothes.
I'm just being jealous cos I shop at Target
I think I'm being a bit harsh. They are great kids, really good. They are never in trouble with the cops or mixed up with anything illegal and are always polite and respectful. What more could you ask for? It's hard enough for teenagers these days to stay on track (am I starting to sound like my mum?), so if their only crime is spending every last cent of their pay packets on the latest diamond-encrusted Longines watch, then so be it.
I do love my brother, I adore him.
Happy Birthday Bro.
Friday, 9 September 2005
I've got the bloody flu
My husband has been home with some virusy-fluey thing the last two days.
He NEVER chucks sickies, so he was really crook.
Anyway, today, he woke up well enough to go to work, but I feel like I've been hit with a tonne of bricks. He stayed home until midday, but had to go to work.
I feel like shit.
BUT, I'm so excited about my sis coming in like 7 hours, I've got out of bed, fed the babies and am doing some last minute things for the party tomorrow night
AHHH
C'est la vie
He NEVER chucks sickies, so he was really crook.
Anyway, today, he woke up well enough to go to work, but I feel like I've been hit with a tonne of bricks. He stayed home until midday, but had to go to work.
I feel like shit.
BUT, I'm so excited about my sis coming in like 7 hours, I've got out of bed, fed the babies and am doing some last minute things for the party tomorrow night
AHHH
C'est la vie
Thursday, 8 September 2005
Surprisingly, it wasn't too bad
Had the biopsy in the booby today, and surprisingly, it didn't hurt a bit. The doctor and the radiologists were wonderful and made me feel really comfortable. But, I was still shit scared. I won't have the results for a few days, but the doc was pretty confidant it didn't look like a cancer.
Fingers crossed.
I'll just have to keep myself busy this weekend - which will be easy to do.
Saturday night is my little bro's 21st Birthday party. I've been up all night creating a powerpoint presentation of photos from when he was a baby - I'm so buggered. Tomorrow I have to pick up the helium tank for the balloons, the pinata (which will be so fun) and help mum with the cooking. It's only going to be a small one in wog-standards as he's only inviting a handful of friends, not the usual 150 cousins we usually have at these types of occasions. Mum's going mental with the cooking as usual. On top of about 20 different dishes, she's cooking a whole baby lamb, (``only a little one, 10 kilo..'' she said). Anything for her ``little, baby boy.'' She's so cute.
I can't believe 21 years have gone by. It just astounds me. And to think, in a blink of an eye, I will be saying the same about my girls. Time really flies.
But, the most exciting thing about this weekend is that my big sis is arriving tomorrow night from NY. I can't wait to wrap my arms around her and kiss her face and just breath in her smell. I miss her so much! It will be so surreal to see her again. I've changed so much. The last time she saw me , I was prego with Tara, now I have 2 kids!
I'd better get some sleep.
YAWN
Fingers crossed.
I'll just have to keep myself busy this weekend - which will be easy to do.
Saturday night is my little bro's 21st Birthday party. I've been up all night creating a powerpoint presentation of photos from when he was a baby - I'm so buggered. Tomorrow I have to pick up the helium tank for the balloons, the pinata (which will be so fun) and help mum with the cooking. It's only going to be a small one in wog-standards as he's only inviting a handful of friends, not the usual 150 cousins we usually have at these types of occasions. Mum's going mental with the cooking as usual. On top of about 20 different dishes, she's cooking a whole baby lamb, (``only a little one, 10 kilo..'' she said). Anything for her ``little, baby boy.'' She's so cute.
I can't believe 21 years have gone by. It just astounds me. And to think, in a blink of an eye, I will be saying the same about my girls. Time really flies.
But, the most exciting thing about this weekend is that my big sis is arriving tomorrow night from NY. I can't wait to wrap my arms around her and kiss her face and just breath in her smell. I miss her so much! It will be so surreal to see her again. I've changed so much. The last time she saw me , I was prego with Tara, now I have 2 kids!
I'd better get some sleep.
YAWN
Wednesday, 7 September 2005
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