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<title><![CDATA[Pies and Cream]]></title>
<description><![CDATA["My Blueberry Nights"

2007 film directed by Wong Kar-Wai, the first Chinese to win the Best Director Award at the Cannes Film Festival.

And it should come as no wonder.

Such a masterpiece. Such brilliance. Such a wonderful piece of art I've yet to witness in many many years.

A love story it is, a woman (Norah Jones) does some soul-searching and surely takes her time to find the right soulmate for yourself. But believe you me, I don't simply dig any romantic movie so that explains why I'm not the typical fan of much-famed Notebook.

"My Blueberry Nights" is really the kind of movie that wants you to savour every second of not just the plot, but the powerful characters with depth, the implications of every scene which is craftfully shot, the backgrounds, the score, the colours and the deliciously succulent taste and sight of the plain-jane-looking blueberry pie.

Not the kind of movie you'll sit on your couch and repeatedly watch on DVD/HBO/STAR like the Bad Boys series, Dark Knight or Ghostbusters.

A one-time viewing is sufficient to leave a pleasant aftertaste and enjoy that fuzzy feeling of the big L.

Critics downed it. But then again, who are but these ppl to judge the brilliance of Any movie. Afterall, to each its own and do you really believe what I say sometimes? 

This brings me to another point.

My sis once asked me:
"Vim, if your die...what would you miss most?"

In my reply

"I would regret not having read all the best works of fictional novels."

May I add....

"I would also regret not having witnessed all the best works of brilliant movies."

So...have you indulged in your pleasures recently? Everything's gloomy, but there's no stopping from keeping yourself happy - within your means that is. 

That movie may have been released in 2007. I may have been tad bit late. But what the heck, it's better late than Never.



P.S- You're making me watch too many movies. You're a bad influence. I love it.love it...

xoxo

Love to those near and dear
Vimster
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<pubDate>Sat, 22 Nov 2008 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[I Like You Like Wine]]></title>
<description><![CDATA[So I was having a discussion with one of my guy friends and admitted a deep dark secret.
Actually, it ain't that dark.

Apparently, everybody has some kinda fetish when it comes to admiring someone. My Source: Some chick-flick mag. But Still.

So mine was, ripe old men, in their early forties or so.

And all I received was an "EEEEEWWWWW" response from my 25-smthg-yr-old friend.

BUT WHY??

They are mature, responsible, have gone thru the shit in the course of life and will be able to confront any situation with ease (which is a major turn-on)...

N there's this amazing aura some of them have. It's unexplainable, like it cld make you go weak in your knees and fumble. N feel stupid and childish. Watching them with those seasoned stubbles and swarve walk, makes you almost skip a beat. 

In s'pore it rarely happens la, cos the majority of ah-peks don't have that kinda electrifying effect. But on that rare occasion when it does happen, I relish it.

So what kinda old, nope mature men am I talking abt?

George Clooney is the obvious, Pierce Brosnan...n i can't think right now and list then cos I have to run out...

BUT RIGHT NOW......THERE'S THIS MAN-MAN IM TOTALLY IN LOVE WITH.

Rahm Emanuel - appointed chief of staff of the US administration.

A man with BRAINS, POWER, BRAINS, LOOKS, AND IS JUST GORGEOUS TO THE POWER OF INFINITY.

*Pics below for viewing pleasure. You'll know what I mean. This one seriously had me at hello. 

P.S - Can i just say that I detest double standards and impressionable, young things who make use of people. Can't stand it. I pray to God they wake up their KNNCCB ideas. I pray.

Love to those near and dear,
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<pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Foreign Talent]]></title>
<description><![CDATA[1. Charged for flatmate's murder 

A Chinese national was charged with the murder of his flatmate in a Jurong West flat on Wednesday. 
The man, He Junbo, 20, allegedly stabbed Wu Yun Zhong, 18, also a Chinese national, to death sometime between 3pm and 5.45pm on Monday. 

Their landlady found Wu's body lying face up clad only in his underwear, with multiple stab wounds to his upper body. 

Published Date: Nov 5, 2008
Source Credit: Channel NewsAsia

2. Triple murder in Yishun 

Three Chinese nationals - two mothers and a daughter - were found dead and another teenage girl was brutally stabbed in a midnight triple murder that shocked residents of Yishun and the China community here.

Police have arrested a 42-year-old China man, who is believed to be the murder suspect.

Published Date: Sept 19, 2008
Source Credit: The Straits Times

http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/Courts%2Band%2BCrime/Story/STIStory_280206.html?vgnmr=1

3. Peeping Tom's fine doubled

A Malaysian man who filmed his female flatmate in the shower was given a day's jail and had his fine doubled to $8,000 on Friday.

Justice Lee Seiu Kin imposed the sentence on Gan Eng Hoe, 27, a quantity surveyor, after hearing the prosecution's appeal against his original sentence of a $4,000 fine.

Source Credit: http://sgsexnews.blogspot.com/

4. Fined for Indecent Exposure

A Filipina hostess was fined $1,000 on Wednesday for exposing herself to a patron in a Duxton Road club on Sept 24.

According to court documents, the 24-year-old, Oblefias Veluz Grace, was chatting with a 33-year-old patron in Club Arena when she suddenly pulled aside her dress and bra to expose herself to him.

Source Credit: Straits Times

5. Maid jailed for hitting boss 

All her employer did was to ask her maid if she had taken a set of house keys from a drawer in her condominium unit in Choa Chu Kang last month. 

But in a fit of rage from the questioning, Indonesia maid Suhartutik, 23, attacked Madam Lin Siew Ting,44, with a wooden pole. 

The attack left her boss with two lacerations on her scalp and forehead which had to treated in hospital. 

Source Credit: Straits Times


6. Man Pimps Teen for Sex

THE High Court is deliberating over the appropriate punishment to be handed down to a pimp who had arranged for a teenage prostitute to have sex with a 55-year-old man. 

This is the first case to come before the courts under a newly-enacted law to protect the young from sexual exploitation. 

In August, China national Wang Minjiang was fined $8,000 by a district court for aiding Tan Chye Hin, 55, to obtain sexual services of a 17-year-old girl he had brought in from China. 

Source Credit: Straits Times

http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_299542.html?vgnmr=1

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For the record, I am ALL FOR foreign Talent.
But this evident spate of cases in just this recent quarter is surely a cause for concern.

And the Serangoon Gardens Dorm, is going to be built in my vicinity =)
That calls for pepper spray stock-up. 
Not biased, just a precautionary measure, considering the warped times I return home.

*************************************************************************************************

I have been MIA.
Been really busy.
Lots of projects, Gd news - to share in due time.
Onslaught of news.
Congrats Barack Hussein Obama.
I am eagerly waiting for the much-raved -about Change.


Wait up, You'll get posted soon.


Love to those near and dear
Vimster








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<pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[MISS DEMEANOUR]]></title>
<description><![CDATA[So I had the privilege, of soaking up Singapore's city skyline, at 4ish. Rare moment, almost surreal.

Seated at a bistro, stoning at the rushing crowd - there I was, right in the heart of our CBD.

What struck me most was this - Most office workers, Most, I repeat, Most - Have the most BORING sense of fashion ever.

True that, in the looks department, Singaporeans fail quite miserably esp when compared to the Western world, and let alone our Asian neighbours. (Should you not agree with me, try looking up the tiara tally for our pagents.thx.)

We may not be taller, or more glamourous, fair enuff. But at least, we can save our grace by dressing up a bit, doncha reckon?

A common sight I beheld - corporate wear in dark colours - blue, greys, black.....
Admittedly, these colours spell sleek and gets you away from committing any potential fashion faux pax.

But, it so BORING, that when the whole herd of office workers made their way to the MRT Station, I cldn't help but notice a uniform. Yes. A uniform, with slight alterations here and there.

So I wonder, where is the splash of colour ppl? Where? Where are the details?? Where's the lace? Where??
Has the coming of age, made us more boring, like those blue glucose tin cans manufactured in masses?

Even if there is the occasional black-blue-grey outfit, sporting beaded chains, button studs, scarves, and layering wouldn't hurt.

See, I'm a kind of person, who would never blow my entire pay check on a disgustingly pricey branded bag/ dress/ shoes. Rather I invest in affordable apparel/ accessories cos, you can achieve a different look everyday and trust me, people would look forward to seeing you - observing what you're wearing, what you're coupling that frock with, whether you're gonna opt for wedges or gladiators in that summer dress.

And many times, we are tempted to label someone a poseur for crossing the boundaries of fashion. Think someone with a rocker chick outfit, when in actual fact, she possesses a sweet-girl-next-door look. But if she pulls off both looks successfully, I can only say she's freaking versatile. 

So back to office wear. Many say, "Aiya Vim, you work in an industry where you can wear almost anything. We have a dress code"

Apologies, but I simply cannot get myself to sympathise with you here. Cos if Wilhelmina Vivian Slater can do it, so can anyone in the CBD.

And besides, the whole financial market is already dark. We don't need you guys to make it even bleaker. 

xoxo
vim
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<pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2008 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[What Phelps eats]]></title>
<description><![CDATA[Taken off TODAY.

For a man whose ooh-la-la body never fails to awaken my desires, check out his diet.

Breakfast
- 3 Fried Egg sandwiches, with cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, fried onions and mayo.
- 2 cups of coffee
- Five-egg omelette
- A bowl of grits (porridge of coarsely ground corn)
- 3 slices of French toast topped with powdered sugar.
-3 chocolate chip pancakes

Lunch
- 500 grammes (a whole packet) of enriched pasta
- 2 large ham and cheese sandwiches on white bread + lotsa mayo.
-1,000 calories of energy drink.

Dinner
- 500 grammes( a whole packet) of enriched pasta.
- I whole pizza
-1,000 calories of energy drink

................................and then off to sleep.

Of course I'm dismissing the rest of his life devoted to training to maintain that almost divinely body. Still, his diet, is like what I would eat in a week!

Love to those who matter,
Vimster]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Your wake-up call, Duffers.]]></title>
<description><![CDATA[Three times this week and I keep getting battered with similar sickening statements.

"Hey, he was speaking in Indian"

"How to say hello in Indian uh?"

For the love of God, you MOFOS, you can't speak INDIAN. 

You either speak in hindi/telegu/gujarati/tamil/malayalam - depending on your dialect. That which I have underlined are the various languages. Obviously there are a myriad of others. Go wiki.

INDIAN is not a language, it's a race.

Eg- That Indian girl across the street has a nice haircut.
Eg- Indians reside in this village.

Worse still, its not primary school kids uttering this. It's professionals in the various industries (AND I SHALL CEASE TO MENTION AS IT IS HIGHLY EMBARRASSING)

Innocent oblivion some may say, Sheer Stupidity I choose to believe. 

So the next time you open your mouth with regards to this topic, refrain from being brainless and remember this post.


Much love to those who matter
Vim




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<pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[The Idol, Unmasked]]></title>
<description><![CDATA[Countless times, I've been questioned, 'Who is your idol, Vim?'
And while I usually have an answer to Most qns, I remain muted on this.

Thing is, since young, I've always busied myself with striving for the best, and well, nothing else.
Weird it may seem, I never looked up to someone to follow in their footsteps or help me get motivated.

Also, coming from me, I totally eschewed typical Ms Universe/World template answers like having Mother Teresa as an idol, what have you. (Don't get me wrong. Absolutely no intention to dilute her angel doings.)

But things have changed.

With eyes glued on CNN for an average of 60hrs/wk, I cannot but help to mention one striking figure that never fails to accentuate my admiration for her, week after week.

Anjali Rao. CNN. Host for TalkAsia.

Yes, Get yourself familiar with that name if you have set your sights on being a journalist/ ace newscaster/talkshow host.

Shedding pounds after her stint with Star News, she entered the CNN Family, and is actually a notch above some of its veterans (In my view that is).

Especially so for females in the front-line, there is a great need/desire to look good. And in this process, they lose the main essence of their job - to engage in a constructive and informative interview.

This, Ms Rao delivers with its finest quality of excellence. And mind you, she's still measureable in the scale of Hotness. Smart (And I mean, really smart), eloquent, viewer-friendly, possessing a pleasant demeanour. Talk about a combo set.

Now, finally, I've got the answer to a qns I was unsure about for eons.

So, who's your idol?

xoxo
Love to those close,
Vimster

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<pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2008 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Ushermania]]></title>
<description><![CDATA[Moving Mountains- Usher


It's like whatever I do
Just can't get through to you


Now, now she loved me, shawty I loved her
Used to jump up in the maybach and roll out
Used to care, she used to share
The love that she used to give me can't be found
I lost my way, she said she'd stay
And lately I've been sleeping with a ghost
My stock is down and out, I used to be worth my weight in gold
That was before a great depression kicked in and rocked us
And that was before the hurricane came in and stopped us
I told you to leave, but you lied to me
When you said that, "baby no worries I promise to get us back".

I know sorries, just wouldn't do it
Her heart is obliterated, I'm trying to travel through
But it's like moving mountains...
It's like moving mountains... hey.
But I keep climbing and hoping things would change
And the sky turns gray, and the water from the rain washes progress away.
It's like moving mountains...
It's like moving mountains...
Why just leave me?
Just leave me be.
Just leave me.
Just leave me be.
Why you just leave me
Just leave me be.
Why you just leave me
Just leave me be

She, she don't touch me, I don't touch her
We rarely even ever say a word.
I really want to give her everything she deserves
But the bad took away the good.
She thinks that I'm full of it, arguments, always pissed, man I'm tired
Every kiss that i miss, girl you know I'm trying.
You never believe when I say, and I never believe it when you say
I love you, and I shouldn't complain about it
I should take it like a man and walk up out it
Cause we will never be the same
I've been standing in gas, and you have been the flame.

I know sorries just wouldn't do it
Her heart is obliterated, I'm trying to get through
Got to move this mountain.
It's like moving mountains... hey
But I keep climbing and hoping things would change
And the sky turns gray, and the water from the rain washes progress away
It's like moving mountains...
It's like moving mountains...
Well baby why you just leave me?
Just leave me be.
Just leave me.
Just leave me be.
Why you just leave me.
Just leave me be.
Why you just leave me.
Just leave me be

This must be a slow death that im travelin on
It feels so wrong, I'm barely holdin on

See no matter what it takes, ive gotta get it together 

And these hills that im travelin up
She aint showin me love
I'm down on my love

I know sorries just wouldn't do it
Her heart is obliterated, I'm trying, I'm trying my boo
But it's like moving mountains...
It's like moving mountains... hey.
But I keep climbing and hoping things would change
And the sky turns gray, and the water from the rain washes progress away
It's like moving mountains...
It's like moving mountains...
Well baby why you just leave me?
Just leave me be.
Just leave me.
Just leave me be.
Why you just leave me.
Just leave me be.
Why you just leave me.
Just leave me be


- Before the rumours start spreading like a Sumatran wildfire, this has got no relation to my personal life what-so-ever. I just like it. 

Besides, its Usher.....Sigh, I love Usher. I WISH WISH WISH he was my husband....Tsk. SIGH

- I can't wait for my brudder, JX TAN to come backkkkkk...N that too on my bday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO EXCITEDDDDD...Finally, my ONLY male confidante!! 

- I also await Liyi's return with bated breath!!! The 'SMARTOS' will re-unite, yet again. Good times =)

- Do you also know that its not sexy to be nice? Apparently, it is. I'm the way I am. Take it or leave it. 

- MARTELL....this weekend =) FARKIN GOOD TIMES!!!!!!

Till the next post,
Love to those who matter,
xoxo
Vim  ;-) 
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<pubDate>Wed, 11 Jun 2008 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Squeeze it]]></title>
<description><![CDATA[Of late, I have been overwhelmed with a lot of desires. Tasks, I wish to accomplish, but failed to do so due to lack of time etc etc etc etccc..So what are they?

1) Unknown to many, I do possess a mad desire to bake. 

I USED TO spend a considerable time in the kitchen, whipping out the likes of brownies, muffins, pies, meringues, tartlets...Unfortunately, the work commitments has undoubtedly biten off a chunk of my time, and in turn, this passion I let go. 

So, I'm determined, to say the very least, to make my way to Toa Payoh that boasts their many cake appliances, what have you, and get my CAKE MIXER!!!!

Btw, I have always eaten and savoured macarons and I think its abt time I get my fingers at work in my kitchen. I can only but savour that gastronomical delight when the flavours simply bursts into my mouth, with its chewy base and top.

So, for starters, I'm going to share this very experience with my family. N yes, I am indeed fortunate I have a particularly wonderful, kind friend who has shared her kick-ass recipe with me!! Hugzz

N I'm gonna embark on this mission to start making it. 
And seriously, if time permits, I might even start selling these desserts online!!!
I will definitley let my dearest blog readers know if such a move wld be made. 

And I promise to update the blog more often then...with pics =)


Random Scratchings.

- Timberlake's cool and evrything, but I still think 'arched rival' Usher is screaming eternal sexiness in his latest video 'Love in this Club'. Consider the fact that he's a father with kids - Ought to give him lots and lots and lots of credit. 

- What's the big rackety-hoo-haa abt Sex and The City?? Other than worshipping the cloth adorned by the four leads, what's the big fuss, really?  $-) 

- Looking at my swathe of shoes, I start to sink in a pool of regret that I don't own any from celebrated Italian shoemaker, Giuseppe Zanotti. I am definitely not one for branded shoes, BUT Zanotti's...sigh....makes even Triple H's feet look like that of Charlize Theron.

- And finally, for those of you who tried to call/msg me and received no reply, I didn't turn into a bitch overnight la, as what I read from the slew of msges that jammed my inbox. I lost my fone on holiday, and had to take a lil time gettin it replaced. Anyhoo, I'm Contactable now!!! weeeeeeee!

Hugsss and Luv Luv Luv to all who matter
Vim :)]]></description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Lowered eyelids and spacing out]]></title>
<description><![CDATA[Was chilling at the granny's on a mundane Sunday
And tuned the tv was to HBO, watching Fools Rush In- for prolly the gazillionth time.

What's bizarre is that, you may watch a movie, or engage in a book, listen to a song-  say some 10 years back- and when you do so in this present time, the interpretations differ. 

For varied reasons such as maturity, values you picked up along the course of life, etc.
Mind you, I am not saying in retrospect that I regret thinking it the way I did a decade back. I'm just stressing how strange the mind works over time, and simply put - as we age.

Back to Fools Rush In.
Soppy some may say.
But it was a realistic movie for two budding lovers wanting to start a family, accepting the differences in your spouse- culturally, emotionally, physically, aesthetically. (N yes,by the way minus the shotgun part of the film for me)

What struck me was the movie's focus on fate and reading the signs which would lead you to the right one.

Sometimes the obvious is staring right in front of us, and ignoring it we seem to be choosing. Knowing that we could be treated like kings and queens by our spouses,leading the Right, Conventional life of any sane couple but for many other reasons, pass up on some of the most life-changing opportunities.

Another scenario is simply chasing pavements, knowing you are of secondary importance and yet for some strange reason, hold on to it. Knowing that you don't exactly need this.

Others, on the other hand, just aren't fortunate enuff to even notice 'the right one' for themselves.

So some say I think too much- well I say I'm just being far-sighted. Girls are better at that. (With purely no intention of sounding sexist)

I never reached a conclusion to those thoughts that came gushing to my poor overworked brain on that fateful Sunday.

But suddenly, my granny (nani as I call her fondly) speaks.

"It's always better to marry someone who loves you more than you ever could because you will know for sure he will do anything for you against all odds. 

"You might get bored someway. But you can work on that. And still know you won't end up getting hurt. And whatever it is, he will treat you like a Queen and on top priority Always, just like your grand-dad treated me."

Sipping that delicious tea from Lahore with creamy fresh, full-fat milk, I looked at her with my lips, pursed.
At the age of 82, there she sat majestically, not moving her four eyes from the evil box, and her resolute words completely took me off guard.

While I am usually inclined to quip about such dramatic emo-filled statements in my granny's headquarters, Vimita Mohandas just sat on that ornate sofa, as perplexed as a lost turtle- which by the way Rarely happens.

I am definitely not a Philosopher-king in this unknown field of love and let alone a titan.
My grandmother I believe, is the Titan.

Time has passed, and I still can't put my finger to it.
Damn. It's not like math. 
Just compute the workings of love on the calculator, and instantly, a solution is worked out and there your answer is obtained.
I could have been a full-time, Love Guru earning the mega bucks if I could ever invent such a device.
Unfortunately, this is truly what you term 'life's lessons'. Cheebei.

But what I can say is this.
Marriage is an Investment.
You could soar to greater heights with your partner or just drown in that deep end of the salty ocean with a horrible after-taste.
And these two situations all boil down to that one very critical choice You make. 

And by the way folks, when I mean investment, I'm not thinking solely the ka-ching. While it inevitably is an important ingredient in the success of a marriage, there is a whole heap of other reasons that would make a marriage a worthwhile one.

So make a wise choice, I hear myself telling me.

Cos I would very much like to share that with my grandchild at age 82 (hopefully) what my nani uttered on that very Sunday.

And no I don't want to express regret over my choices to my grandchild.

And heavens' forbid, look at that empty chair opposite me when I'm 82, knowing that that was only caused because I chose to look pass someone who could have changed my life.

For those of you reading this post, do a little check-up. If you feel that you have met that right one- it is not going to pose any harm at all, treating him/her the way he/she should- just like a deserved king/queen.

And for those of you who are holding on to something which you don't feel completely right about, just spend a little time thinking, if that is what you really want or are you walking down an aimless, imaginary aisle?

And if you really don't know if he/she is the right one, keep looking out for the signs and listen to your heart as well as your brains. Over time, I guess you would know.

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P.S- There is of course more to me than just clubbing  ;-) 
I do spend some time pondering.

Love to those close.
Vim/Mita/Vimita/Vimster 
 ;-) 











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<pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2008 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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