I strongly believe in all the do it yourself books and CD's because it helps you to learn a lot without putting in a great deal of effort and it is also good fun.
What are subliminal CDs ?
Subliminal messaging is a process of sending messages direct to the impressionable subconscious mind, bypassing the more critical conscious mind. Subliminal CDs are a great way to help you change any part of your life without efforts from your side.
It doesn't happen just like that... If you are so concerned about your self confidence then it constants puts the message in your sub-conscious mind and you will definitely notice the change.
If you are looking for subliminal CDs ranging from boosting your self confidence or losing your weight your ultimate destination has to be http://www.subliminal-cds.com/. It has got a rich collection of more than 120 subliminal CDs from which you can pick the one where you feel you lack something. The CDs utilize the powerful new 5-part Encoding System developed by self-development guru, Bradley Thompson
If you want to have laser sharp focus or overcome interview anxieties then go ahead and pick your copy and win free international shipping.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
33 Facts About Guyz
33 Facts about Guyz
1. Guys don't actually look after good-looking girls. they prefer neat and presentable girls.
2. Guys hate flirts.
3.When a guy says he doesn't understand you, it simply means you're not thinking the way he is.
4. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.
5. When a guy really likes you, he'll disregard all your bad characteristics.
6. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.
7. Guys will do anything just to get the girl's attention.
8. When you touch a guy's heart, there's no turning back.
9. When a girl says "no", a guy hears it as " try again tomorrow". ......so true.
10. You have to tell a guy what you really want before he gets the message clearly.
11. Guys love their moms.
12. A guy would sacrifice his money for lunch just to get you a couple of roses .
13. A guy often thinks about the girl who likes him. But this doesn't mean that the guy likes her.
14. You can never understand him unless you listen to him.
15. If a guy tells you he loves you once in a lifetime. He does.
16. Beware. Guys can make gossips scatter through half of the face of the earth faster than girls can.
17. Like Eve, girls are guys weaknesses.
18. Guys are very open about themselves.
19. It's good to test a guy first before you believe him. But don't let him wait that long.
20. Guys hate it when their clothes get dirty. Even a small dot.
21. Guys really admire girls that they like even if they're not that much pretty.
22. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.......very true.
23. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.
24. Guys cannot keep secrets that girls tell them.
25. Guys think too much.
26. Guys' fantasies are unlimited.
27. Girls' height doesn't really matter to a guy but her weight does!......very true.
28. Guys tend to get serious with their relationship and become too possessive. So watch out girls!!!
29. Guys are more talkative than girls are especially when the topic is about girls.
30. You can truly say that a guy has good intentions if you see him praying sometimes.
31. If a guy says you're beautiful, that guy likes you.
32. Guys hate girls who overreact. ......sumtimes.
33. Guys love you more than you love them IF they are serious in your relationships.
1. Guys don't actually look after good-looking girls. they prefer neat and presentable girls.
2. Guys hate flirts.
3.When a guy says he doesn't understand you, it simply means you're not thinking the way he is.
4. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.
5. When a guy really likes you, he'll disregard all your bad characteristics.
6. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.
7. Guys will do anything just to get the girl's attention.
8. When you touch a guy's heart, there's no turning back.
9. When a girl says "no", a guy hears it as " try again tomorrow". ......so true.
10. You have to tell a guy what you really want before he gets the message clearly.
11. Guys love their moms.
12. A guy would sacrifice his money for lunch just to get you a couple of roses .
13. A guy often thinks about the girl who likes him. But this doesn't mean that the guy likes her.
14. You can never understand him unless you listen to him.
15. If a guy tells you he loves you once in a lifetime. He does.
16. Beware. Guys can make gossips scatter through half of the face of the earth faster than girls can.
17. Like Eve, girls are guys weaknesses.
18. Guys are very open about themselves.
19. It's good to test a guy first before you believe him. But don't let him wait that long.
20. Guys hate it when their clothes get dirty. Even a small dot.
21. Guys really admire girls that they like even if they're not that much pretty.
22. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.......very true.
23. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.
24. Guys cannot keep secrets that girls tell them.
25. Guys think too much.
26. Guys' fantasies are unlimited.
27. Girls' height doesn't really matter to a guy but her weight does!......very true.
28. Guys tend to get serious with their relationship and become too possessive. So watch out girls!!!
29. Guys are more talkative than girls are especially when the topic is about girls.
30. You can truly say that a guy has good intentions if you see him praying sometimes.
31. If a guy says you're beautiful, that guy likes you.
32. Guys hate girls who overreact. ......sumtimes.
33. Guys love you more than you love them IF they are serious in your relationships.
Warren Buffet, The Richest Man In World
There was a one hour interview on CNBC with Warren Buffet, the second richest man who has donated $31 billion to charity. Here are some very interesting aspects of his life:
He bought his first share at age 11 and he now regrets that he started too late!
He bought a small farm at age 14 with savings from delivering newspapers.
He still lives in the same small 3 bedroom house in mid-town Omaha, that he bought after he got married 50 years ago. He says that he has everything he needs in that house. His house does not have a wall or a fence.
He drives his own car everywhere and does not have a driver or security people around him.
He never travels by private jet, although he owns the world's largest private jet company.
His company, Berkshire Hathaway, owns 63 companies. He writes only one letter each year to the CEOs of these companies, giving them goals for the year. He never holds meetings or calls them on a regular basis.
He has given his CEO's only two rules.
Rule number 1: do not lose any of your shareholder's money.
Rule number 2: Do not forget rule number 1.
He does not socialize with the high society crowd. His past time after he gets home is to make himself some pop corn and watch television.
Bill Gates, the world's richest man met him for the first time only 5 years ago. Bill Gates did not think he had anything in common with Warren Buffet. So he had scheduled his meeting only for half hour. But when Gates met him, the meeting lasted for ten hours and Bill Gates became a devotee of Warren Buffet.
Warren Buffet does not carry a cell phone, nor has a computer on his desk.
His advice to young people: Stay away from credit cards and invest in yourself.
He bought his first share at age 11 and he now regrets that he started too late!
He bought a small farm at age 14 with savings from delivering newspapers.
He still lives in the same small 3 bedroom house in mid-town Omaha, that he bought after he got married 50 years ago. He says that he has everything he needs in that house. His house does not have a wall or a fence.
He drives his own car everywhere and does not have a driver or security people around him.
He never travels by private jet, although he owns the world's largest private jet company.
His company, Berkshire Hathaway, owns 63 companies. He writes only one letter each year to the CEOs of these companies, giving them goals for the year. He never holds meetings or calls them on a regular basis.
He has given his CEO's only two rules.
Rule number 1: do not lose any of your shareholder's money.
Rule number 2: Do not forget rule number 1.
He does not socialize with the high society crowd. His past time after he gets home is to make himself some pop corn and watch television.
Bill Gates, the world's richest man met him for the first time only 5 years ago. Bill Gates did not think he had anything in common with Warren Buffet. So he had scheduled his meeting only for half hour. But when Gates met him, the meeting lasted for ten hours and Bill Gates became a devotee of Warren Buffet.
Warren Buffet does not carry a cell phone, nor has a computer on his desk.
His advice to young people: Stay away from credit cards and invest in yourself.
Good Explanation
A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed.
As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the
barber said: "I don't believe that God exists."
"Why do you say that?" asked the customer.
"Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist.
Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people?
Would there be abandoned children?
If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain.
I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things."
The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument.
The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.
Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt.
The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber:
"You know what? Barbers do not exist."
"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber.
"I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!"
"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."
"Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people do not come to me."
"Exactly!" affirmed the customer.
"That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't look to Him for help. That's! why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."
As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the
barber said: "I don't believe that God exists."
"Why do you say that?" asked the customer.
"Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist.
Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people?
Would there be abandoned children?
If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain.
I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things."
The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument.
The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.
Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt.
The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber:
"You know what? Barbers do not exist."
"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber.
"I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!"
"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."
"Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people do not come to me."
"Exactly!" affirmed the customer.
"That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't look to Him for help. That's! why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Wonderfull post office
We're all very adept at criticising the indian postal service, - how our letters never reach on time, how by the time they reach, vajpayee has already finished his speech (whats up with that dude, btw? why does it seem like his mind runs on a P1 processor with 1/2 kb ram?), how their visits to our houses are rarer than Santa Claus' coming (I said coming, not cumming, you pervert!). However, instead of criticising them, we're gonna enumerate the advantages that they provide to the poor in the villages.
And if you known us well enough, you wouldn't believe the drivel above. Coz as sure as samosa mein hain aloo, circus mein hai bhalu, mukesh ambani hain chalu, south india mein hain mallu and something-something main hain zallu, we're going to town on their asses!
l had the unfortunate privelege of having to visit the neighborhood postoffice recently and l found that they've taken a cue from the recent munnabhai movie. Theres gandhigiri everywhere. The more knowledgeable of our readers would know that the essence of fighting using gandhigiri involves the use of non-violence as well as non-cooperation.
Anyhoo, so there was a lot of non-cooperation going on at the post office, the paint was not cooperating with the walls, giving the latter a delicate contrast between a strong yellow paint probably done during the Moghul empire of Shah Jahan and the next coat of a dementing pista green which I'm sure was in vogue when painted during the early days of the British Raj, probably by surplus from the East India Company. The inadvertant mix of textures and colours were so very subtle, so smooth, so delicate that they'd give even manish malhotra a run for his homosexuality!
The calendar on the wall didn't seem to be very productive especially since the days of the month of July that it so proudly displayed don't really correspond to the days of november, which it was!
lf this was a theme party, my first guess for what the theme was would be "sadistic sadism spanking and bondage". The queues were longer than Himesh Reshammiya's nasal introductions to his songs! Truly, the only way this situation could get worse is if the postmaster went around in a tight leather outfit with a small window that exposed his rump, boots with stirrups and with a paddle and spanked us as we stood in line.
If the indian postal service had a middle name, it would be "inefficiency". Apparently they also love a good challenge. This could be the only explanation as to why the ony person who knew how to operate the speed-post computer was sitting at the registered-post counter clipping her fingernails and providing oral tech-support while the incompetent sitting at the speed-post counter demonstrated a live example of stupidity-meets-bitch persona. She was so stupid that seeing her in action, or inaction rather cannot but force you to believe that human evolved from apes. It's just that avfew select people haven't got the requisite promotions along the eolutionary ladder. She wasn't stuck at the ape stage though, her species was stranded midway between a water buffalo and a wild parakeet. (Her ability to stop all work and complain to her unusually idle coworker, who was deely involved digging her nose in a last-ditch attempt to discover a nugget or two of gold, about how difficult it was to understand what Ba wanted from Tulsi in Kyunki...combined with her screeching voice which would have put the shouting bangaar walla, the night time kulfi walla and the idliwalla in collective shame, left me with no doubt about her parrot roots in her genetic map.)
The kind lady, however, at the stamps counter was being very productive that day - I mean between her job of telemarketing/flirting on her handsfree and the horrific shade of purple nailpolish (trust me, even big bird on Sesame Street would have an stroke if u asked her to wear this color! and big bird's got the worst taste ever!) she managed to find time to give me two stamps.
This brings me to a joke that was played on me when I was little. I was an avid stamp collector and I had bought almost all the stamps the post office had! Now whenever one of my school friends asked me if I wanted a stamp, an affirmative reply would usually have his heavy leather shoe come down smartly on my foot - his funny version of a stamp. This often left me wishing that the sonofabitch collected rare 'kicks-in-the-nuts'... oh boy, would I have a field day!
So you're probably waiting with baited breath, wondering if agent007 succeeded in his mission to send his communique, right? (No? Well, your momma so fat that when she wears a jacket with an 'X' on it, helicopters try to land on her!)
I did. Not because my mom had promised to gut me with her bare hands nor because my dad had threatened to get me to wear my ass as a hat if I didnt send the letters, (though it was sufficiently powerful incentive, mind you), it was more because the human spirit tiumphed over all physical adversity, even an obstacle as big as an inefficient post office (an efficient indian post office is an anomaly in nature and would cause the universe to collapse and/or cause the devil to place a large order for sweaters coz hell had started to freeze over!). It was because I as an Indian could not afford to give up because life is full of challenges, because 'The Eye of the Tiger' is not just a song to me.
And also because wearing my ass as a hat would suck ass - literally.
And if you known us well enough, you wouldn't believe the drivel above. Coz as sure as samosa mein hain aloo, circus mein hai bhalu, mukesh ambani hain chalu, south india mein hain mallu and something-something main hain zallu, we're going to town on their asses!
l had the unfortunate privelege of having to visit the neighborhood postoffice recently and l found that they've taken a cue from the recent munnabhai movie. Theres gandhigiri everywhere. The more knowledgeable of our readers would know that the essence of fighting using gandhigiri involves the use of non-violence as well as non-cooperation.
Anyhoo, so there was a lot of non-cooperation going on at the post office, the paint was not cooperating with the walls, giving the latter a delicate contrast between a strong yellow paint probably done during the Moghul empire of Shah Jahan and the next coat of a dementing pista green which I'm sure was in vogue when painted during the early days of the British Raj, probably by surplus from the East India Company. The inadvertant mix of textures and colours were so very subtle, so smooth, so delicate that they'd give even manish malhotra a run for his homosexuality!
The calendar on the wall didn't seem to be very productive especially since the days of the month of July that it so proudly displayed don't really correspond to the days of november, which it was!
lf this was a theme party, my first guess for what the theme was would be "sadistic sadism spanking and bondage". The queues were longer than Himesh Reshammiya's nasal introductions to his songs! Truly, the only way this situation could get worse is if the postmaster went around in a tight leather outfit with a small window that exposed his rump, boots with stirrups and with a paddle and spanked us as we stood in line.
If the indian postal service had a middle name, it would be "inefficiency". Apparently they also love a good challenge. This could be the only explanation as to why the ony person who knew how to operate the speed-post computer was sitting at the registered-post counter clipping her fingernails and providing oral tech-support while the incompetent sitting at the speed-post counter demonstrated a live example of stupidity-meets-bitch persona. She was so stupid that seeing her in action, or inaction rather cannot but force you to believe that human evolved from apes. It's just that avfew select people haven't got the requisite promotions along the eolutionary ladder. She wasn't stuck at the ape stage though, her species was stranded midway between a water buffalo and a wild parakeet. (Her ability to stop all work and complain to her unusually idle coworker, who was deely involved digging her nose in a last-ditch attempt to discover a nugget or two of gold, about how difficult it was to understand what Ba wanted from Tulsi in Kyunki...combined with her screeching voice which would have put the shouting bangaar walla, the night time kulfi walla and the idliwalla in collective shame, left me with no doubt about her parrot roots in her genetic map.)
The kind lady, however, at the stamps counter was being very productive that day - I mean between her job of telemarketing/flirting on her handsfree and the horrific shade of purple nailpolish (trust me, even big bird on Sesame Street would have an stroke if u asked her to wear this color! and big bird's got the worst taste ever!) she managed to find time to give me two stamps.
This brings me to a joke that was played on me when I was little. I was an avid stamp collector and I had bought almost all the stamps the post office had! Now whenever one of my school friends asked me if I wanted a stamp, an affirmative reply would usually have his heavy leather shoe come down smartly on my foot - his funny version of a stamp. This often left me wishing that the sonofabitch collected rare 'kicks-in-the-nuts'... oh boy, would I have a field day!
So you're probably waiting with baited breath, wondering if agent007 succeeded in his mission to send his communique, right? (No? Well, your momma so fat that when she wears a jacket with an 'X' on it, helicopters try to land on her!)
I did. Not because my mom had promised to gut me with her bare hands nor because my dad had threatened to get me to wear my ass as a hat if I didnt send the letters, (though it was sufficiently powerful incentive, mind you), it was more because the human spirit tiumphed over all physical adversity, even an obstacle as big as an inefficient post office (an efficient indian post office is an anomaly in nature and would cause the universe to collapse and/or cause the devil to place a large order for sweaters coz hell had started to freeze over!). It was because I as an Indian could not afford to give up because life is full of challenges, because 'The Eye of the Tiger' is not just a song to me.
And also because wearing my ass as a hat would suck ass - literally.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Pulsar 200 , how much does it cost ?
Here are the prices of Pulsar 200 in different cities
Bengaluru:
on road price:
74,714 Rs
Bengaluru:
on road price:
74,714 Rs
Chennai:
On road price :
74,175 Rs
Hyderabad:
Ex-showroom:
63,935 Rs
On Road:
Mumbai:
On road price:
73,615 Rs
New Delhi:
Ex-showroom:
65,497 Rs
On road:
69,323 Rs
On road price:
73,615 Rs
New Delhi:
Ex-showroom:
65,497 Rs
On road:
69,323 Rs
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Monday, June 11, 2007
Rejoice...
I’ve been attending church services and listening to sermons all my life – both the church and the home variety. Very few have stood in my mind and one of them was a Christmas message about Joy. Quite a Christmassy thing to think about – Joy. For the first time in my life, however, I heard the Christmas story of Joseph. Joseph,s first Christmas. From any point of view, it was rather grim.
Here was a man, engaged to be married to a girl, who was pregnant with a baby that wasn’t his. Worse still, it was a child of God. A pretty unreal tale for a man to swallow – let alone convince his family and friends about. And then, just when things were bad enough, he had to travel to a distant place – on a donkey, with a full term pregnant wife – to take part in a census.
And then he finds that there is no accommodation and he has to put up with her in a manger and then play midwife as well. Kind of hard on the man by any standards. I know that the modern day pictures of the manger have clean healthy cattle peeping benevolently at the baby and the entire manger free of dung and filled with light and angels. But honestly, that could hardly be true, could it? And that was Joseph’s first Christmas.
He must have been a pretty extraordinary man to watch his life unravel before his eyes and yet be joyful. In the end however, joy is a choice we make. And that made me think. I’ve seen people in really desperate circumstances joking around a meagre meal and a roofless shelter. The group of maids having a long gossip about their employers’ faults in the servant quarters seem to catch the spirit that is missing at 7 course meals.
But it’s not just the poor who seem to have made this choice really. For I’ve seen people from all walks of life goofing around. It doesn’t matter if they’ve lost a loved one or come from a dysfunctional home or are young or old or rich or poor. Some people just seem to have stumbled on to the secret of eternal giggling. Our first tenant (she was always called Anuamma – Anu’s mother) was a born giggler. She found everything in life amusing. Her son failing his exams, her daughter passing hers, a saucer getting irrevocably stuck in a bowl, a meal that turned out well, the several dishes that turned out badly, her mother-in-law’s sulks, her aches and pains and BP, her husband’s wretched business sense…. She was around 40 when I first met her. She is around 60 now and still laughing.
Alice, the ayurvedic masseuse who we hired for some post delivery care when Ken was born was another happy soul. She was the happiest person I ever met and next to Kevin was the one person that gave me undiluted joy. Apart from her massages and herbal baths with boiling water, her face and cheerfulness did me more good than anything else. Mama was harried because it is her nature to be permanently harried. Papa was disoriented because there was just too much going on – guests, cooking, guests, massages, guests, a grandson, guests, a harried wife…..
But Alice was the silver lining at all times. Her husband was paralysed below the hips and consequently helpless and irritable. Her sons seemed to do little part from play cricket some of the time and play the fool the rest. The entire family looked to her for money, comfort and home cooked food. I really didn’t see that there was a lot she had to smile about. But she didn’t just smile – she laughed, she grinned, she positively rejoiced in life.
Is it a dream of making good some day that amuses people like Anuamma and Alice? Is it the fun in beating life’s challenges? Is it an unselfishness in giving all that one can to support people around them? Is it the complete non-judgemental attitude that they bring into relationships and life? Is it a lack of standards? A lack of ambition? I honestly don’t know yet. All I know is that they seem to have decided on joy. And they rejoice in their choice.
Here was a man, engaged to be married to a girl, who was pregnant with a baby that wasn’t his. Worse still, it was a child of God. A pretty unreal tale for a man to swallow – let alone convince his family and friends about. And then, just when things were bad enough, he had to travel to a distant place – on a donkey, with a full term pregnant wife – to take part in a census.
And then he finds that there is no accommodation and he has to put up with her in a manger and then play midwife as well. Kind of hard on the man by any standards. I know that the modern day pictures of the manger have clean healthy cattle peeping benevolently at the baby and the entire manger free of dung and filled with light and angels. But honestly, that could hardly be true, could it? And that was Joseph’s first Christmas.
He must have been a pretty extraordinary man to watch his life unravel before his eyes and yet be joyful. In the end however, joy is a choice we make. And that made me think. I’ve seen people in really desperate circumstances joking around a meagre meal and a roofless shelter. The group of maids having a long gossip about their employers’ faults in the servant quarters seem to catch the spirit that is missing at 7 course meals.
But it’s not just the poor who seem to have made this choice really. For I’ve seen people from all walks of life goofing around. It doesn’t matter if they’ve lost a loved one or come from a dysfunctional home or are young or old or rich or poor. Some people just seem to have stumbled on to the secret of eternal giggling. Our first tenant (she was always called Anuamma – Anu’s mother) was a born giggler. She found everything in life amusing. Her son failing his exams, her daughter passing hers, a saucer getting irrevocably stuck in a bowl, a meal that turned out well, the several dishes that turned out badly, her mother-in-law’s sulks, her aches and pains and BP, her husband’s wretched business sense…. She was around 40 when I first met her. She is around 60 now and still laughing.
Alice, the ayurvedic masseuse who we hired for some post delivery care when Ken was born was another happy soul. She was the happiest person I ever met and next to Kevin was the one person that gave me undiluted joy. Apart from her massages and herbal baths with boiling water, her face and cheerfulness did me more good than anything else. Mama was harried because it is her nature to be permanently harried. Papa was disoriented because there was just too much going on – guests, cooking, guests, massages, guests, a grandson, guests, a harried wife…..
But Alice was the silver lining at all times. Her husband was paralysed below the hips and consequently helpless and irritable. Her sons seemed to do little part from play cricket some of the time and play the fool the rest. The entire family looked to her for money, comfort and home cooked food. I really didn’t see that there was a lot she had to smile about. But she didn’t just smile – she laughed, she grinned, she positively rejoiced in life.
Is it a dream of making good some day that amuses people like Anuamma and Alice? Is it the fun in beating life’s challenges? Is it an unselfishness in giving all that one can to support people around them? Is it the complete non-judgemental attitude that they bring into relationships and life? Is it a lack of standards? A lack of ambition? I honestly don’t know yet. All I know is that they seem to have decided on joy. And they rejoice in their choice.
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