<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298796845197727771</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:51:56.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PePtalK</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepitalk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298796845197727771/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepitalk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02332786275876760309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298796845197727771.post-5312657721164925006</id><published>2007-10-26T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T11:08:32.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gay/Straight Guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.V. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Straight/Gay Guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kO_aFgip7NE/RyInpDKidMI/AAAAAAAAABM/pnqqwua5Gjk/s1600-h/straight+gay+guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125702912078673090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" height="120" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kO_aFgip7NE/RyInpDKidMI/AAAAAAAAABM/pnqqwua5Gjk/s320/straight+gay+guys.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As "Will and Grace" and "Sex and the City" presented the Straight/Gay guy and the Gay/Straight guy, we were all left thinking which one do we prefer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would most women enjoy spending time with their manly gay friend who before they knew were gay had a crush on them. Are we able to move past that and be thankful for the friendship or at the back of our mind are we still hoping that one day we can turn them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or are we much comfortable being friends with the straight/gay guy, who on first impression we mistakenly said "I though you were gay" and obviously learned that they just have a feminine quality to their character. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally prefer the straight/gay guy. They are a women's best accessory. They make you laugh all the time, you find them attractive, you have the same taste in men and no matter how hard you try to not let out when you like a guy they always know when and who you do. Plus they always want you to look your best because there's no competition so they always tell you the truth when you look Fugly or Ffine (sometime too much of the truth). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or do some of you prefer the mystery guy?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kO_aFgip7NE/RyIr8DKidNI/AAAAAAAAABU/uQqpCnrOBkQ/s1600-h/mika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125707636542698706" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="119" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kO_aFgip7NE/RyIr8DKidNI/AAAAAAAAABU/uQqpCnrOBkQ/s320/mika.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298796845197727771-5312657721164925006?l=pepitalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepitalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5312657721164925006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298796845197727771&amp;postID=5312657721164925006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298796845197727771/posts/default/5312657721164925006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298796845197727771/posts/default/5312657721164925006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepitalk.blogspot.com/2007/10/gaystraight-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02332786275876760309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kO_aFgip7NE/RyInpDKidMI/AAAAAAAAABM/pnqqwua5Gjk/s72-c/straight+gay+guys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298796845197727771.post-10993510357915672</id><published>2007-10-22T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T05:18:43.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Character Dressing.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bored of wearing the tired old jeans and baggy top for comfort purpose? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Check out some of the hottest outfits of the Autumn/Winter 2007/08 collection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burbery Prorsum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kO_aFgip7NE/RyMlBzKidQI/AAAAAAAAABs/W1gJAKLKhA0/s1600-h/burbery+prorsum.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125981513722262786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kO_aFgip7NE/RyMlBzKidQI/AAAAAAAAABs/W1gJAKLKhA0/s320/burbery+prorsum.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Warrior Women/ Army Girl&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;To get the similar effect use belts and gloves with black/carchi coloured skirts. And to give the outfit the final touch wear with these perfect pair of boots from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.topshop.co.uk"&gt;topshop&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kO_aFgip7NE/RyIwVTKidPI/AAAAAAAAABk/ui2TcfpBQ1I/s1600-h/topshop+army+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125712468380906738" style="WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" height="108" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kO_aFgip7NE/RyIwVTKidPI/AAAAAAAAABk/ui2TcfpBQ1I/s320/topshop+army+girl.jpg" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;also in black. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Balenciaga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kO_aFgip7NE/RyMn_zKidRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-JeiltpTR0w/s1600-h/balenciaga.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125984777897407762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kO_aFgip7NE/RyMn_zKidRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-JeiltpTR0w/s320/balenciaga.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uni Chick- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A woolly scarf and a brightly coloured jacket will emphasise the look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kO_aFgip7NE/RyMq3TKidSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nX72rUFQT3Q/s1600-h/balenciaga-+art+class+cheek.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125987930403403042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kO_aFgip7NE/RyMq3TKidSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nX72rUFQT3Q/s320/balenciaga-+art+class+cheek.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Art Class Student- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A funky patterned 60's style dress will definitely give off the hippy art class student. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298796845197727771-10993510357915672?l=pepitalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepitalk.blogspot.com/feeds/10993510357915672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298796845197727771&amp;postID=10993510357915672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298796845197727771/posts/default/10993510357915672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298796845197727771/posts/default/10993510357915672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepitalk.blogspot.com/2007/10/character-dressing.html' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02332786275876760309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kO_aFgip7NE/RyMlBzKidQI/AAAAAAAAABs/W1gJAKLKhA0/s72-c/burbery+prorsum.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298796845197727771.post-5389151679692814932</id><published>2007-10-22T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T04:52:30.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MEAN GIRLS - The Netball Players&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="return ct(this,30751)" href="http://wzeu.ask.com/r?t=a&amp;amp;d=eu&amp;amp;s=uk&amp;amp;c=p&amp;amp;ti=1&amp;amp;ai=30751&amp;amp;l=zn&amp;amp;o=dns&amp;amp;sv=0a652822&amp;amp;ip=d40975e5&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.moviecitynews.com%2Fcolumnists%2Fpride%2Fimages%2F2004%2Fmean_girls.jpg" target="_top" wzup="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="return ct(this,30751)" href="http://wzeu.ask.com/r?t=a&amp;amp;d=eu&amp;amp;s=uk&amp;amp;c=p&amp;amp;ti=1&amp;amp;ai=30751&amp;amp;l=zn&amp;amp;o=dns&amp;amp;sv=0a652822&amp;amp;ip=d40975e5&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.moviecitynews.com%2Fcolumnists%2Fpride%2Fimages%2F2004%2Fmean_girls.jpg" target="_top" wzup="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kO_aFgip7NE/RyH_ADKidJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6vvOBEHk99U/s1600-h/meangirls-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125658227238925458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kO_aFgip7NE/RyH_ADKidJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6vvOBEHk99U/s320/meangirls-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Usually on Fridays I only have half a day at Uni and as I only have a week that I've moved in the student village there's not a lot to do on Fridays. So last Friday to pass the time and maybe socialise (O&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hh&lt;/span&gt; and exercise) i though of joining the girls netball team.&lt;br /&gt;When i got there, there was only one other girls and thankfully she turned out to be really friendly and was explaining the game and the players.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually when everyone arrived no one really acknowledge my presents to at least introduce them selves to me but i though my coyness may have looked like i was was not being very sociable. Instead they were all talking &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kO_aFgip7NE/RyID4zKidLI/AAAAAAAAABE/h4XU887eNC8/s1600-h/ts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125663600243012786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="128" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kO_aFgip7NE/RyID4zKidLI/AAAAAAAAABE/h4XU887eNC8/s320/ts.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;amongst them selves and i learned they were all in second year and did the same course.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow the game started and i was really rough, the last time i remember playing netball was in PE class in secondary school which was 7 years ago. The hour passed really quick and i felt a slight improvement and thought possibly with time they will talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next practise was even worst, no one even said hi to me not even the girl i talked to the first day of practise . Looking around i saw a lot of new faces. These girls had played netball in college and were way taller.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow i wanted to make a good impression and tried my best to get the ball &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;. I still wasn't completely sure about the rules of the game and felt i was getting a little too close to my opponents. But knowing that the next day we had a match i felt like i had no time to loose.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the days of playing basketball with the boys at college i felt so left out, i couldn't even remember their names so they could pass the ball to me. However i though of getting noticed by trying even harder and getting more physical.&lt;br /&gt;When eventually my luck had run out and while reaching for the ball &lt;em&gt;i elbowed a girl (Amy) in the eye&lt;/em&gt;. I stopped immediately and turned to look at her. She was crouching on the floor with hands to her face and shaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;uncontrollably&lt;/span&gt;. I felt like a little shit. Not knowing what to do i just stood there, one by one all the girls gave me &lt;em&gt;one bitch look&lt;/em&gt;. I guess i got noticed, but for the worst. I realised i still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; the ball in my hand and very slowly i put it down.&lt;br /&gt;The sight of Amy in the biggest of pain, crying and shaking made me want to cry and just as a tear reached my eye i wiped quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Amy said that she was OK and that she overacted but i still left the court feeling like a looser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the match, didn't know what to do. I wasn't up for a game but felt like i had to show up even though i wasn't part of the team and maybe never would be. But i thought i couldn't possibly make things any worst. I showed up on time and was the first one to be there. As all the girls appeared one by one they didn't speak to me but gave me a look of "O&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hh&lt;/span&gt; she has enough guts to come back".&lt;br /&gt;Just before the warm up i asked the team captain if Amy was going to show up. She said Amy was OK, felt a little rough and had a black eye.&lt;br /&gt;They won that game by a 12 point difference and i felt like a spectator not just to the game but to the team huddles as well. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BeforeI left I told the team captain to apologise to Amy for me one more time and she said not to worry "Amy knows it was an accident" at which point i felt like saying; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SO WHAT THE FUCK, WHY ARE YOU GUYS BEING BITCHY FOR ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Abd today exactly a week from the first netball practise i'm not even going to show up. I am feeling a little ill and week but even if i wasn't, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I DON'Y HAVE TO TAKE THAT SHIT FROM THOSE BITCHES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298796845197727771-5389151679692814932?l=pepitalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepitalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5389151679692814932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298796845197727771&amp;postID=5389151679692814932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298796845197727771/posts/default/5389151679692814932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298796845197727771/posts/default/5389151679692814932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepitalk.blogspot.com/2007/10/difficult-beginnings-i-hate-changes.html' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02332786275876760309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kO_aFgip7NE/RyH_ADKidJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6vvOBEHk99U/s72-c/meangirls-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298796845197727771.post-8825851051492363635</id><published>2007-10-22T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T06:03:52.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kO_aFgip7NE/RxyuUbhKFfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uI3yD830HxM/s1600-h/syd_face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124162142048228850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kO_aFgip7NE/RxyuUbhKFfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uI3yD830HxM/s320/syd_face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Male OR Female- is there a difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st century society and culture seems to be introducing a big gender confusion.&lt;br /&gt;With guys and girls dressing alike. looking alike and acting alike is there a big gender divide anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Which came first the chicken or the egg? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the major influences to this change i believe is fashion. The unisex line of clothes and hair styles is bigger now more than ever. The latest fashion style allows girls and boys to share each others clothes with much more freedom. I can happily wear my brother's Ralph Lauren Polo Jumper which hopefully he hasn't notice is missing. But such fashion crazes have gone beyond power dressing for women or punk skinny jeans for indie guys, no one is trying to make a point about their gender or music preference anymore but simply what they feel comfortable wearing. So is this a result of &lt;em&gt;the fashion industries' powerful influence or is the fashion industry influenced by societies demands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly the fact that there is less pressure on guys and girls to act a certain way in society and  the freedom of sexual experiments have resulted in the freedom of attitude and look. Men take care of them selves just as much as girls do, in the privecy of their own home or openly go to the beauty salon.&lt;br /&gt;When I look around a group of friends made up of both genders there isn't a big physical differece. Body structures and facial characteristics are pretty much the same. 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