03/03/2006
The BRAIN works in mysterious ways
Ever heard of the saying “God works in mysterious ways”. Well, agree. But so does the brain? The gray matter, so it seems, works in ways sometimes we cannot understand at all. My cousin, Jamie (yes, it’s him again) emailed me this. Despite chasing after deadlines long gone, I decided that…what the heck, I need a break, anyway.
And it blew my mind! That’s why…don’t believe David Copperfield. If a simple ‘gif’ image can illustrate our ‘weak’ our mind is, then so can David Copperfield and the troops of masterminds behind each and every one of his tricks.
Check this one out. Click on picture to view large version
If your eyes follow the movement of the rotating pink dot, you will only see one color, pink.
However. if you stare at the black "+" in the center,
the moving dot turns to green.
Now, concentrate on the black "+" in the center of the picture.
After a short period, all the pink dots will slowly disappear, and you will only see a green dot rotating.
It's amazing how our brain works. There really is no green dot, and the pink ones really don't disappear. This should be proof enough, we don't always see what we think we see.
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27/02/2006
And they say English so damn easy!
I know I’ve like disappeared from the face of the earth or something. I know, bad girl, bad girl. But I have not.
Am busy trying to concentrate on staying alive. Trying toggle between washing, cleaning, bathing, feeding, cooking, working, watching my favourite TVB series of all times, and STILL remember to breathe!
But I received an email from my cousin (Jamie) with the following and thought it was pretty funny.
Indeed, as you will see (if you have not seen this before), English is so damn easy!!!
Thanks, Jamie!!
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Fill in the following blank with "Yes" or "No"
______ , I don't have a BRAIN.
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30/01/2006
Mom of boys
First, read this. It’s an excerpt from Sure Signs you’re the mother of boys by Sharon O’Donnell. I am quite picky about who I like as a writer and for me, Sharon O’Donnell has this way of writing that either touches you or tickles you. Everything that she writes about parenting and being a mother is so true that it makes you want to cry!
Excerpts from: Sure Signs You’re the Mother of Boys
by Sharon O’Donnell
- you find Power Ranger parts under your sofa. Sometimes your vacuum cleaner finds them first.
- your weekend schedule includes more total hours of little league sports than it does sleep
- they think PMS is the new Play Station video game system
- you have to chase down the playful family dog to retrieve your son’s jock strap
- the most romantic movie you’ve watched in the last five years is DieHard II
- you have to arrange two weeks ahead of time to take a bubble bath – and then must lock the door and scream “I’m in the tub – ask Dad!” every three minutes.
I not only find Power Ranger parts under the sofa, I find it in my underwear drawer, in the fridge in the wok and many other unimaginable places. And I have not been able to find the time to sit down to plan the next five minutes….a bath? Out of the question!! The only bath I get these days is in the condo pool. And I don’t think they allow red wine there….
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20/01/2006
Sand Paper hands
It’s been…what…6 days since I moved out of the safe confines of my in-laws’ home. Gone are the days where you sleep until there’s food on the table. Gone are the days where you surf the net until someone tells you it’s time to fetch the kids. Gone are the days of peacefully working behind the computer while the kids entertain themselves with other cousins.
I have spent 90% of the time in this new apartment washing one thing or another. It’s amazing! Every time I finish washing something, there’s something else to wash. The kids have this radar thing going too – when the floor is clean, their radar spots it and they run around in the clean area until it’s dirty again.
My fingers are coarse like sand paper and no amount of lotion is going to repair this!!! My back aches. My nails are chipped. I call out ‘Joshua’ and ‘Jared’ in my sleep. I’ve pissed off at least 6 clients because of this house moving thing that has taken FOREVER!!! And I almost poisoned the whole family with overnight ikan bilis (anchovies) broth left wrongly in the refrigerator instead of the freezer!
So far, everything’s really…..swell?
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12/01/2006
Book review published on Friday the 13th!!!
I am not a very superstitious person and sometimes can be quite aloof when it comes to things like stepping over cracks and under ladders….but still!
My book review for “The Star” on the book ‘It’s called a breakup because it’s broken” is published on FRIDAY the 13th (hear the Twilight Zone song yet?)
So far, nothing untoward has happened to me today…yet...partly due to the fact I've been sleeping the whole day because of late night working on client’s website and is still kind of groggy right now. Touch wood, touch wood.
But sometimes I think the famous Friday the 13th is all fiction and no fact. Why would it be bad luck day only on Friday the 13th? Fear of Friday the 13th has a scientific name, by the way, and it’s called paraskevidekatriaphobia. (I dare you to try to pronounce that!)
Points to ponder:-
- If Friday the 13th is an unlucky day, the whole world will suffer at the same time and nobody will win lottery on this day.
- Friday the 13th is really all fiction because it’s a complete national (International?) unfounded trepidation
- The stock market will crash on Friday the 13th
- It’s all in the mind. Ever heard of THAT one? If you think Friday the 13th is going to be a bad day…by golly, you’ll get nothing but bad luck all day. But if you snub your nose at the notion, you will have none of the ill fortune
- Nobody should go to work on Friday the 13th because nothing will go right. The printer will not work, the coffee machine will explode, virus will penetrate the intranet, files will be corrupted, clients will leave, documents and legal agreements will be lost…etc
- Nobody gets married on Friday the 13th
- Nobody will ever give birth on Friday the 13th
- Nobody will go to the doctor or dentist on Friday the 13th
- Nobody will start a new job on Friday the 13th, lest they get fired on the spot for no apparent reason.
- Nobody will buy insurance or shares on Friday the 13th
Imagine, the world would have complete stopped spinning because…it’s black Friday.
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08/01/2006
Messy? Where got??
I am a mess. No, not mess as in mess but messy as in messy. Ppphhhttt, as if THAT made sense but I loathe the idea of calling myself messy so I will settle for calling myself ‘organized in a messy way’.
There.
Since I am going to be moving out to my own place next week (my grandmother found the PERFECT lucky date to move, so, there’s really no escaping. Unless I like the feeling of having a knife in my rear end planted there by well-meaning elderly people in my family – BOTH sides), I thought I’d write a little about housework, mundane and pain-in-the-butt chores like picking up your own clothes, doing your own laundry, sweeping your own floor, mopping the damn floor, wiping and dusting tabletops and computer tops and TVs and….see, I get even get TIRED writing about it. Plus, I have this sinus problem that makes it impossible for me to sweep or dust anything without popping a few blood vessels in my nostrils.
I’ve used my sinus problem as an excuse quite successfully over this lifetime but I guess I will no longer have a choice when I move out without my maid in tow.
Yeah, I have a maid but we’re leaving the maid with my mother-in-law since I am younger, more energetic and supposedly more able than her. Sometimes I question this logic. She may be older but if you look at my mother-in-law, you’ll see that apart from creaking knees, she moves without much effort around the house. In fact, she runs faster than me! But since all the families congregate in my mother-in-law’s place (my current residence) everyday, it would make sense to leave the maid here instead of having to get another maid and contend with another full-blown ‘How can this maid be so dense not to understand what ‘’o-oi’ and ‘mum-mum’ mean?’ problem. They don’t teach maids our baby-language (which they should, by the way) as in mum-mum means eat, shee-shee means pee, mm-mm means big business in toilet, o-oi means sleep…etc.
I think housework is a stupid chore. Why can’t we live in organized clutter? I mean, isn’t it OK if we all know where things are and where the broom, the mouse, the speaker phone, the handphone charger and the fork and spoons are? Isn’t that enough already? Do we have to live in hotel-like environment in order to function? Isn’t it enough that we have clean clothes to wear, half-decent shoes to put over our feet, and a home that does not smell like the insides of an ashtray? If not, then let's all move to Hyatt Saujana or something.
I mean, let’s look at it this way…you wipe, mop, sweet, vacuum…and whatever else it is that you do to a home….tonight, you go to sleep in a this sterile environment feeling extremely proud of yourself and then you wake up in the morning and there’s dust everywhere. DUST, DUST, DUST!! It’s frustrating because you’ve worked so hard to keep the place clean and then all you get is a night sleep without enjoying the cleanliness at all! Why bother?
My table is the messiest place in any place that I live or work. In the bank I used to work, I heard the receptionist say to my client when he came to visit me, “There, see the table with four piles of files stacked up on the front of the table? That’s Marsha’s table” You can’t see me coming in from the door because the files form a sort of protective wall from public eye. Eh, I like it this way, ok? But my office mates laugh at me and my boss asked me if I had enough space to write anything when I pile everything on top of my table and I say, “Sure”. But in the end, they got me a special second table where I pile MORE files on top of it. The extra table did not help me clear the original table but instead, I built a longer wall of files!
It is ironic that when I was living with my parents, I shared a bedroom with my sister. Now, she’s someone who is totally opposite of me! I couldn’t care less and she cares about everything - sad to say, she’s my YOUNGER sister. I make a mess, she cleans up. She puts her toiletries in organized compartments, mine can be found under the toilet bowl. She organizes her perfumes and lotions in sections, mine can be found dumped inside my underwear drawer. In fact, she’s so meticulous that she used to iron my school uniform when we were in school!! She complained but my mom has given up asking me to do the task because I was never home, anyway.
Now that I am married, my HUSBAND has taken over the role. He is the kind of person who WANTS and NEEDS to stay in a hotel-like home and don’t want to lift a finger to do anything! Therefore, in my personal, opinion, he should just take his ass to Indonesia and find himself a bride there! Harumph! Accordingly, many Indonesian women know how to clean a home (any home) with their eyes closed.
And as I was saying, housework is tedious and mindless. Why do housework when you know that everything is going to be messed up again – especially if you have kids? You put their toys back into their organized toy boxes with special labels, and the next minute they are everywhere again. Why bother folding the blankets and comforters when you know they’re going to be used again tonight? Why bother mopping when you know one of the kids are going to spill their VITAGENS on the floor again?
But even if my own personal space is cluttered, I have to keep the rest of the place clean and as organized as I possibly can. In other words, I will clean every other spaces that affects others. When it comes to my own space, leave it alone! I like the organized mess that I am living in right now.
Written in jest, of course. Sometimes, I DO wish someone would clean my mess up for me......any takers?
House cleaning tips
House-cleaning schedule (there’s a SCHEDULE??)
Springcleaning
Getting organized
Cleaning up after pets (Urgh!)
Marsha
www.marshamaung.com
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31/12/2005
2006….a new year…AGAIN!
Here we go again…another new year, another beginning….a whole new barrage of resolutions and hopes and wishful thinkings. Of course, I am only saying this because I have been resolutely making resolutions for the last 15 years and only one time hitting one target. But I continue making these resolutions because it gives me hope and hope that some day, I will hit more than just one of those darn hard-to-hit targets.
New Home. My own home
I made this resolution consistently over the past 6 years and only this year, it’s realized. I am finally moving out into my new home. although the circumstances under which the new home was obtained (nothing illegal, I can’t very well STEAL a condo from someone, can I?) is less than ideal, it’s still my new home. a home for the kids. My own place.
Quit smoking.
Yes I smoke. Horrible, isn’t it? After all those years of making this resolution, I am still here…making this resolution. So, in year 2006, I WILL frigging stop smoking. I managed to bring the number of ciggies I smoke less now but heck, I just wish that one fine morning, I would wake up without needing my first morning cigarette. I wish that I didn’t have the need to have one last smoke before my head hits the pillows.
Encourage more people to work from home.
Now, this is only the second year that I am making this resolution. In 2005, about 6 of my friends or acquaintances have decided to trade in their office suits or a work at home career. I say HURRAY to them. This year, I hope I will be able to influence others, including my own sister, cousins and good friends, to work from home so that they can spend more time raising their own kids or be with their loved ones.
Finish 2 books
I have 2 books in the pipeline and I hope to finish them off this year and get them published.
Have more time
Funny, isn’t it? When you think of people working from home, you think they have all the time in the world. They don’t. they have less time, actually. So, this year, I want to have more time to myself and my kids instead of slogging it out 24 hours a day in front of the computer for my clients.
Continue gym. – very important to keep healthy body.
Be clothes horse – Yeah….right.
Visit my grandmother - She’s not feeling too well. Dad says she doesn’t have a lot of time on her clock.
Build more partnerships so that I don’t have to do so many things at once!!!
Make more money – Of course! Duh!
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23/12/2005
Ai yo yo!! Not another one!
I was browsing through a newspaper (The Star but don’t know what day) just about 5 minutes or so ago and couldn’t stop myself from doing a headslap. There’s something new for Malaysian viewers to watch and guess what….it’s ANOTHER reality show! My goodness, isn’t this an overload…and maybe overkill? Aren’t we all bored with the astronomous number of reality shows we have now.
This time, it’s a ‘football’ reality show. And then that’s not all – there’s another talent search show!
I am bored of watching reality shows and talent searches. I have to admit that I watched a lot of reality shows but when they started creating Millionaire-looking-for-wife reality shows and plastic surgery reality shows, I tuned out. This is WAY overboard. What, wouldn’t you start thinking whether the next type of reality shows would be along the lines of a woman or man testing out how good a person is in bed or something? It’s ridiculous and inconceivable!
And here we are….yet again, with another reality show with only one aim, to bring the advertisers in and lure the consumers to sit down and watch the show….oh, and the ads.
Marsha
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12/12/2005
Living in fear
My husband and his family members have been staying here, the house that we’re currently residing in, for decades! Decades! And when they bought the house, this place is a budding city with promises of being one of the most developed areas in our State. True enough, it has become so.
This area (I shall name it MyCity) is now one of the best place to raise a family and at every corner, there’s either a supermarket or a convenience store. There’s a popular mall here that people from every other places in Kuala Lumpur come to and sometimes, it might even seem as though the world is here. It’s a torture, sometimes, but I am proud to be a part of MyCity and have decided that this is where I want to raise my kids. This is going to be my city, my home town. I love it.
A place that used to be the perfect place to raise a family, in the past decade, has turned into Living Hell! In front of my house, there’s a settlement or kampong whereby lots of foreign workers or illegal workers come to set up their base. Their little kampong houses are sometimes even bigger than ours because they get their materials cheap, no need to pay licenses and labor…they build their own, don’t they? Anyway, as the years go on, I have seen how they have progressed from building single story, one-room wooden houses to the now three-storey brick houses with ‘hostels’ on the ground floor.
Illegals who come here without visa or permit will come to this little kampong and get a place to stay in the ‘hostels’ because the owner of the house likes helping his own kind. I understand that but this makes our place very dangerous to stay in.
There are illegals walking around in front of our houses all the time. Over the past 7 years I have been staying here, we’ve lost countless items. I have lost 5 pairs of shoes to illegals who climb over our gates and take our brand new shoes. Oh, they’re smart enough to leave the old ones behind. My kids have lost 3 pairs of shoes…Joshua – 2 and Jared – 1. My husband lost 2 pairs and I can’t remember the pairs of shoes others have lost – my father-in-law, mother-in-law and brother-in-law. One time, we caught an illegal (his wife waiting outside) taking out ladder from our yard! My maid screamed and he ran! But we know how he looks like now.
And then we’ve lost a bicycle. Since we have an automatic gate, I applaud them because it couldn’t have been easy to haul a bicycle (an old one with those silly-looking handlebars and a basket to boot) up the gate and pass it on to the other person outside the gate. We’ve lost a light bulb too, only recently. In its place, we found an old pajama which the robber must have used to turn the light bulb with because of the rain. Or maybe they decided to strip in the middle of the robbery, who knows what they’re thinking. Maybe stealing is kinky!!??
Oh, and we’ve lost tools like hammers and stuff and my husband got his car stolen about one and a half years ago too! My husband spent the one whole month of carlessness swearing. The inconvenience.
When my husband and his siblings were young, this house was broken into. My brother-in-law was awakened and pushed into my sister-in-law’s room and thank goodness my sister-in-law acted quickly. She had a large, huge (it’s MASSIVE I am telling you) baseball bat (not even a baseball bat because it’s too huge) that she used to knock the lights out of the intruder. He ran screaming…and my father-in-law (I think) ran screaming after him. But he was one of those ‘orang minyak’ (men who put oil all over their bodies so that they are not so easily caught) so, we didn’t catch the guy. I think there was an accomplice. Can’t be too sure.
And my neighbor moved away some time back, about a year ago, because there was an intruder who scared the living daylights out of her. The husband was at home with the kids and the wife just came home. She opened the gate and walked into the house with her handbag. A man came in from behind her, used a helmet to knock her right in front of her door and tried to pull the handbag away from her. She hung on and screamed. Her husband who was in the living room sprung into action and they fled on a motorbike.
And then there was this one time my mother-in-law took the kids out to the field (padang) nearby and she was carrying Jared. We had two bicycles, she was on one of them, carrying Jared (I think) and another maid was with her carrying two other kids. She was merely chatting up with her long-time friend when someone on a motorbike yanked her gold chain from behind giving her a nasty burn on her neck. They took the chain and left a befuddled and terrified mother-in-law, maid, neighbor and kids trudging home fearfully.
I love MyCity but the location of MyHouse has become impossible. Just yesterday, we found out that my husband found out that someone went into his car (we leave it unlock sometimes when the car is parked inside the house compound) and took his touch-n-go and SmartTag! That’s a couple of hundred dollars worth of toll fees in there and the cost of the cards and the tag?? In total, I think that’s already RM320 gone….just like that!
It’s just the thought of people coming into the house compound so easily, helping themselves to the stuff we have out on the compound makes me sick to my stomach. Everytime I want to open the gate, I am scared.
Thank goodness we’re going to be moving to a new place soon.
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28/11/2005
Yes!!!! I made it!!!
I made it!!! Can you believe it???
Nanowrimo winner icon
I, myself, can't believe I went this far. Only a few days ago, I thought about giving up. 50,000 words...when I have only written 35,056 words? I had about 14,944 words more to go!!! Where in the world do I find the time?
How I progressed from 0 to 50,000
I don't get anything from NanoWriMo except for a web certificate that I can look at from time to time. And also tell the world that I made it. I can boast about it to my friends and family members...but I don't get anything monetary in return.
But the feeling of having come so far, trudged through the month of non-sleep, coffee, ciggarrettes and grouchiness is....worth it!
I can't tell you how I feel. The jubilance. The 'Yes!!!" It's a personal challenge. And I've reached it. And now I can start going back to work and tell all my clients how sorry I am for having neglected them...blah blah blah.
But whenever I set out to do something, I don't often give up. I came very damn close to just GIVING UP. But then I remembered....damn, GIVE UP is not even in my dictionary.
So, thank you to the staff of Nanowrimo for giving me the courage. For helping me see that anything can be done with a deadline. Although the deadline is crazy, but if one sets one's mind to it, ANYTHING can happen.
You've just added one extra notch to my bedpost...and I have one more thing, one more credential to boast about now.
Thank you!
Marsha
www.marshamaung.com
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27/11/2005
Ultraman crazy!!
This is going to be a short blog entry today but I am tired (and broke) of paying $26.00 for one small ULtraman figurine after another. Todate, we have about 20 or so Ultramans in their various heroid poses. That's $520 down the drain in case you don't have a calculator with you! Although he is hilarious, Jared is an Ultraman fanatic who tells me that he wants to ‘dream’ about Ultraman before he goes to sleep.
These Ultraman people are smart too….as if one Ultraman is not enough…they have Ultraman Cosmos, Ultraman King, Ultraman Leo, Ultraman Tiga, Ultraman Gaia, Ultraman Agul, Ultraman Chaos, Ultraman Nice (what a sissy Ultraman name!!), Ultraman Powered (I am quite proud of myself for remembering all those names. I didn't make them up...these Ultramans are for real...as real asn Ultraman can be)….and now….I feel compelled to create my own one….
Ultraman Jared. Oh, he’s going to hate me for putting his picture on Ultraman AND publishing it on the web…but he’s only 3, so, let him hate me when he’s 30 and suffering from the same problem I am now.
I hate Ultraman but I kiss the ground Jared walks on.
Marshawww.marshamaung.com
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24/11/2005
I'm crawling
I am crawling towards my destination. My destination is 50,000 words....only about 1/2 the number of words in a normal novel...and here I am, fingers cramped and mind totally blank.
I've come so close to giving up. And yet, I am only 8000 words away from where I end this pain. This was a challenge that I was confident in when I first started. Like everything else in life, when I want to do something, I will give it everything I've got. But November and December are busy months for me because everyone's got new financial budgets and there's lot of promo to do and all that and I leave the novel in the nest for sometime...one day...two days...three days...and blast it. I am 4,800 words behind.
Now, there's only 4 more days to go and I have to write at least 1,900 words a day to see the finish line. I don't know. I am not confident. But I will give it everything I've got to see this damn stupid thing I've started to the end.
For those who are wondering what in the blinking hell I am talking about, visit www.nanowrimo.org for more info and you'll understand.
It's 6 in the morning now and I need.....a new cup of coffee.
Marsha
www.marshamaung.com
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20/11/2005
Memory Lane Revisited
I was busy uploading some stuff into my client’s website and cursing at the snail-speed upload when my phone rang. Someone from the past…it’s been 7 years since we’ve promised each other that we will keep in touch. Apart from the splattering of 2-minute phone calls here and there, we’ve not kept our promises to each other.
One phone call and I am back revisiting my singing days. The days of being a singer is not as glamorous as some might think it is. I’d even call it ‘strenuous’ and ‘punishing’ too. The industry is unforgiving and demands a lot from you. If you decide to become and entertainer or singer or actress/actor…whatever, you’ll have to give nothing but everything. EVERYTHING. Every other aspect of your life as a ‘person’ has to take a backseat. Everything else, apart from singing, comes to a deafening, grinding halt.
These Guys, Ji Yu Jin, were the guys that I around almost 24 hours a day. They were the people who became my world during my year-plus stint. Imagine, for that period of time, I saw nothing else, no one else and did nothing else but sing.
One friend’s comment surprised me about how little people know about being a singer. My friend commented, “Wow, it must be so easy earning that money, Marsha. I mean, you only have to work for 2 hours, three times a week. That’s easy money!”
But wait, what about waking up early in the morning for exercise (I don’t but some of the MEATIER group members had to do that) and then breakfast, practice, find new songs to sing, or compose a new ballad. What about spending time memorizing the lyrics, translating Chinese songs into English so that I (the banana in the group) can understand the song better and deliver appropriate expressions on stage. We have to go out for outfits, find matching ones, try out and buy them. We have find musical instruments or accessories that can help make our life on stage an easier one. And if you think there are no meetings as a singer, you’re way off mark!
The only difference between a singer/band’s meeting and the corporate world meeting is that the latter have their meetings when there’s sunshine, in a nice air-conditioned conference room and a large table. The former have their meetings right before sunup, in a dinghy little mamak stall (Indian Muslim stalls popular for selling their unique brand of breakfast, lunch, dinner and everything else in between) with a table so small you’re each fighting for space under the table.
I made some really great friends during those days…all of them as consumed with performing as I was. They all enjoyed performing and some of them just loved to be involved in something creative. And I miss them sorely. All of them.
The guys (Ji Yu Jin) are still going strong and have just released their fourth album about 4 months ago and I congratulate them and am so happy for them. Their journey has been long and hard. They fought for it, remained committed, did everything they could, quit smoking, exercised and lost a lot of weight (couldn’t even recognized them one time I met them at the mall!!) just to be in the game. They deserve everything they can get from the industry. The last I heard, they received a nomination for being the best Malaysian Band/Group. That was in 2003...and I have no idea if they took the award home or not.
The only reason why I am out of the game is because I just don’t think I want to give up the rest of my life chasing this….hobby. I love to sing and BOY, I love to hear applause and get a standing ovation. But I am not sure if I would want to give up everything just to enjoy that. I sing now and my kids STILL give me a standing ovation…but I guess it’s not the same thing. It never will.
Do I miss it? Yes, terribly. Will I do it again? Nope. I don’t want to have to argue with make-up artists AGAIN about putting a question mark above my right eyebrow (a Hong-Kong Sammi-Cheng fad thinghy I cannot understand and will not accept!), I don’t want people telling me that I have to change the way I walk and talk, speak Chinese when I want to speak English, be forced to dress in clothes made of less cloth than a cloth diaper…etc. I guess I WON’T do it again.
But like I told Joe, the band member who called me tonight, I will but only for a short period of time. I am not ready to give up EVERYTHING just for applause. I can still go to an open karaoke, whip up the mic and still get thunderous applause. Maybe that’s all I’m good for.
But I’m happy.
Marsha
www.marshamaung.com
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11/11/2005
Crawling towards my destination....
Gawd, it feels like I am crawling towards the 50,000 words target. I write and write and write and it feels like I have only written 11 words into the novel. I guess what they say is right, we’re hitting the flatland in the second week. Only two weeks has passed and we’re dragging our feet through the mud. I can’t believe this. I pride myself to be better than this.
I will, I will. I know I will. Gosh, I have to. I.....don’t......CARE!!!!
50,000 is not that hard….or is it? I can pass law knowing nothing more than what the fifth stands for, I can write 50,000 words of fiction!! And besides, I’ve come so far. I’ve climbed to 20,000 and I am not letting go now. I have my jaws clamped over a title that people don’t care about but….this is a matter of pride.
So, nanowrimo, start writing my cert for me, ok?
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09/11/2005
BO in BA
The good news is that I feel good enough (albeit some quite scary scars on obvious body parts) to go back to gym. OH, words cannot describe the elation I feel about going back into the torture chamber. Granted, I have been waiting for this day for some time now – the launch of Body Attack (BA). For those in Malaysia and have been attending gym, you all know Body Attack never made it here when all the other programs did.
Accordingly, Body Attack is one of the worst (or the best, depending on how you view exercising) programs on the planet, sending you into cardiac arrest. So, today, for the first time in Malaysia, they launched Body Attack and it’s in my gym! People from all over the place…from other gyms….came and joined us. The line was long and the gym was cramped without a single cm of extra space left.
I almost didn’t make it there but lady luck waved her wand my way and I got into the class without having to sign up at the door. I know, I know, I just recovered and I should take it easy. My mother in law was chanting silently in the kitchen, “My daughter in law is crazy. My daughter in law is crazy. My daughter in law is crazy” but I was adamant. If I don’t care about people seeing my poxy scars, I should be OK, right? And besides, I’ve applied like layers upon layers of concealer, whitening moisturizer, concealer, concealer and then some more concealer over my scars.
Anyway, the session was good and the promise of sending you crawling out of the class rang true. There were two problems:-
1. The class was so cramped, we were knees to forehead (read: someone else’s forehead) all the time. Every time I stretched out my arms, I ended up scratching someone else’s armpit.
2. And while we’re on the topic of armpit, the session was marred by the fact that one single person (or more, I couldn’t confirm or don’t relish the idea of confirming the number) had really bad BO!! (body odor) Man, it was awful! There were about 50++ of us in the studio, not a single cm of extra foot space left in it, and we have to jump around huffing and puffing breathing in someone else’s BO! I mean, come on, this is one of the hardest sessions ever and we’re suffocating because the pungent smell of someone’s armpit!
The last I checked, a stick of anti-perspirant or underarm deodorizer costs only about RM4 or RM8 or something like that – depending on whether you like it wet or dry – and this fella cannot be bothered to go buy one and use it.
There was a point in the class whereby everyone was required to run all around the studio or cross over to the other corner or something like that. Me and my cousin literally ran across pinching our noses.
A hard workout. No breathing. Spells death to me.
I loved the class and loved the instructors there (a few yummy ones were there, I have to tell ya) but gosh, next time before they admit students, there should be…like…a BO detector or something.
Or at least a notice outside the studio that says “Please don’t suffocate other people!” and there, on top of a ledge, stands a helpful stick of anti-perspiration.
How about that?
Marsha
www.marshamaung.com
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07/11/2005
A ewe brush teeth
I am looking for toilet cleaner and the kids are noisily brushing their teeth inside the toilet. There is sound of the toilet flushing and as I head back into the toilet to help them rinse their teeth, Suddenly, Jared rushed out of the toilet in a mad, heady desperate frenzy, crying and bawling. He pulled at my shirt and shorts and cried, “Mommy, you go buy a ewe one. I want a ewe brush teeth. I don’t have a brush teeth anymore, mom”. So desperate was the cry I didn’t find it funny until later. ‘ewe’ = new.
Apparently, the poor chap dropped his toothbrush into the toilet bowl while he was flushing the toilet. He has thing attachment to his toothbrush like a child who is attached to his ‘chuet-chuet’ (pacifier), blanky, bolster or teddy. His toothbrush was his best friend, at least at night. To lose it is like losing a part of him (there ARE quite a bit of his cells wedged into those bristles, I’m sure). He was totally devastated!! I am sure he will have a nightmare about chasing after a Jared-sized toothbrush tonight. *tee hee*
I promised him that he would get a new toothbrush and cheered him up saying that the toothbrush has gone out into the drainpipes and the cats will find it. When they do, they can clean up their KITTY grins, then. He loves cats, by the way. And with that, he thought losing his toothbrush is not such a bad idea after all.
Poor chap.
Joshua, in the meantime, is getting PPPPPREETTTTYYYY good at reading Chinese (mandarin). He’s actually reading the Han Yin Pin Yin words at the bottom, though, and with a Gwai-Low accent too. But hey, who am I to complain? Although he refuses to allow me to speak to him in Cantonese, Mandarin or Hokkien (my mother tongue), he’s starting to open himself to the possibility of learning the language. Yippeee!!!! It took him the whole year. First half of the year he was fighting the notion of ever writing or reading Mandarin. Now, he’s starting to open his mind a little.
And as for the Nanowrimo challenge, I’ve reached 13,000 and still going! Things are starting to become a drag as I run out of plots and words to invent and write. But hey, this is definitely expected when you’re writing a novel, right? Better to get used to it. I’m not giving up yet and intend to stay with this thing I started right to the ‘bitter’ end. *fingers crossed*
Anyway, that’s it for today. Back to the manuscript and drawing board.
Tata
Marsha
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04/11/2005
50,000 words in 28th days…
It’s only the fifth of November, you can still make it! Check out this site www.nanowrino.org to join in the challenge of writing a short novel in a short period of time. This challenge is designed to push those who want to write a novel, have been dreaming of writing a novel, wish that they can write a novel, very damn well should write a novel to actually write a novel.
You know, I think this concept works. No novel is written in one shot. I mean, let’s face it, the biggest challenge is to get past the 3 chapter mark. If you’re a writer, write for a living or have been writing for fun, you know what I mean. You start out gung-ho about everything thinking that you have the funniest, greatest plot in the Universe, thinking that you’re going to get that Pulitzer prize next year…and 3 chapters down, you think it all suck and they all don’t tie together. The characters start to dull down and you lose track of all the characters you introduced and….worse…you run out ideas and no longer have any inkling what you’re writing about.
That, my friend, is the classic symptom of writer’s block. Every writer faces this one. (Back me up here, writer friends).
So, the only way to go…the same advice I gave a friend…is to go on, go on, go on, push yourself to go on. Don’t look back, just write. Whatever it is, write. No plot, get that extra caffeine push. No more characters to introduce, look back into your photo albums, you’ll find some funny characters that’ll fit right in. The point is to continue trudging on till the end. You’ll have plenty of time to edit, proofread and re-edit it.
And trust me, the bulk of the time, you’ll spend editing it, not writing it.
So, this challenge makes sense to all you budding writers out there. Just go on. Write that 50,000 words. I mean, I write about 10 articles a day, each article containing 400-500 words. That makes 4,000, at least. Don’t tell me I can’t push myself to write 1,600 words a day. And if I lag off one day, I still only have to write 3,200 words a day….nothing compared to what I normally write anyway, right?
So, go on to www.nanowrimo.org now and sign up for the challenge. I already did and have passed my 5,000 mark. It’s still far off the target but the amazing thing is that I am actually moving along with my storyline.
So, all budding writers, go push yourself and write now!
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03/11/2005
Nicknames galore....
While I am out of the public eye because of unsightly sores, blisters, crusting wounds….i am telling you, this is no fun whatsoever. Right now, my mind is spinning with ideas on how to look ‘presentable’ again when I finally get rid of this stupid, stupid, stupid disease! (I have chicken pox at the ripe old age of 32, by the way). I am thinking along the lines of….egg yolk mashed with strawberry, avocado and yoghurt. Or maybe I dunno….sandpaper.
I’ve never looked to dirty and down in my life. Even those times when I have been out partying and drinking till the cocks crow in the morning, I don’t look this bad. Now, I look REALLY, REALLY bad.
And since I can’t get out of the house, I have all the time in the world to indulge in nonsensical things like folding lucky stars, painting t-shirts, work, work, work, paint my toenails, work, write my blog, work, surf the internet, work…etc.
So, I surfed around and checked for nicknames. You know, the youngest member of the family is always stuck with a really baby-ish nickname.
The most popular among Malaysians or Singaporeans, maybe….
Boy
Girl
Baby
Ah-b
Dah-dah
Or mere repetition of the last name in the case of a Chinese name. e.g. Lai Yee – Yee Yee. Su Wai – Wai Wai. Wei Kim – Kim Kim. So on and so forth.
I dunno, can you think of others? I don’t have a nickname since I am the eldest in my family but I call my sister ‘girl’ and my brother ‘boy’. I suppose I did have a nickname for a very short period of time before my sister emerged. When new baby comes along, I lose my baby appeal and my parents decided to pass on the privilege to my sister.
I remained nickname-less until I started high school? And from then on, I was called many different names like ‘marshmallow’, ‘martian’, ‘mushy-mushy’ and the likes.
Well, do you have one? And if you know of a popular baby nickname, please share? In case, I missed it. Chicken pox has a way of reducing brain activity…..
Marsha
http://www.marshamaung.com
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01/11/2005
I finally get my chicken pox....
As expected, I contracted the chicken pox from Jared!! At the ripe old age of 32 too! This is a childhood disease and I feel funny getting it at this age. People look at me funny…like I’ve just suddenly lost a baby teeth or something.
It itches like crazy and I can’t do anything about it. I’ve trimmed all my nails to mere nothings (good for keyboard typing, though) and applied calamine lotion EVERYWHERE on my body. Yeah, like they help at all. Tomorrow, I am going to get my husband to go out and get me antihistamine. I haven’t slept a wink yet cause of all the itching.
And I didn’t know people actually DIE from chicken pox…now THAT is scaring me but accordingly, only people who are immunocompromised should worry about that. as far as I can tell, I don’t think I am immuno-compromised…yet. I may have a weak immune system but I don’t think I am THAT bad yet.
Hey, people, please wish me luck. Please pray for me.
Please shoot me.
Marsha
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28/10/2005
Your sleeping position
It’s no news that research revealed some time ago that your favorite sleeping position reveals your personality and character. Well, I thought I’d highlight it here since I don’t get much sleep most of the time and have to watch my kids and husband sleep all the time. J
51% of women and over 40% of the world population sleep in the ‘fetus’ position.
The fetus position: curled up on either side…like a baby in the womb.
Character: very shy, but sometimes try to appear tough or unbeatable. But inside, they’re really softer than mush.
The starfish position: people who like to sleep spreadeagled on their back. This means that they sleep on their backs with both arms and both legs spread out…pretty much like a starfish
Character: These people actually like to make friends and they make friends easily but then, they would rather not be the center of attention. In fact, they’d rather someone else be under the limelight.
The freefaller position: Opposite from the starfish position. People who likes to sleep on their tummy with their arms and legs relatively spread-out. Only 6.5% of the world population sleeps in this position. Most people like to sleep on their backs.
Character: People who like the freefaller position presents to the world a very active, imaginative, gregarious, optimistic, positive, confident and brash attitude. But inside hides a very nervous person who responds badly to criticisms.
The soldier position: Imagine a soldier standing straight with arms and legs beside them, unmoving. Well, this is the soldier sleeping position.
Character: People who likes sleeping in this position is actually quite quiet, reserved and have very high standards set for themselves BY themselves.
The Logs position: Sleeping on either side
Character: very relaxed people with good social skills. They make and keep friends very easily and will do lots for their friends and family.
The Yearners position: Sleeping on your side but with raised arms, covering or not covering your face.
Character: People who like to sleep in this position are a suspicious and cynical bunch. They won’t often take what you say for the face value of it but will try to find out if there’s a secret agenda behind everything that you say.
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16/10/2005
Kindly murder
This happened some time ago….but have you ever watch an intended pet murder and wonder if it’s the same thing with human beings? Well, ok, it’s not murder. It’s an act of kindness that leads us, human beings, higher intellects to decide to end the life of a lesser being in a humane and painless manner.
This happened in November 2002 (It was recorded in my diary) and the name of the pet is ‘Blacky’. Blacky the dog because he is…well, black. I guess no one in the family (in-law) knew of a better name and left it to the kids to give the pet a name. so, he’s blacky. Blacky is large, massively threatening Labrador + Alsatian. Last I heard, his great-grandfather is of a dangerous breed that killed an old woman here in Malaysia before. Forgive me, I cannot remember the name of the breed.
That morning, in November 2002, I woke up, brushed my teeth and came downstairs expecting char-siew-pow for breakfast. Instead, I met two men in the dining room. They were talking in hush-hush fashion with my father-in-law…the way a private investigator would talk on TV. I came down, stopped mid-step and he lifted his chin and said, “Ask your husband to wake up”.
“What? Why?”
“To dig a hole”
A hole???? As they were pointing outside, I guessed it has something to do with either the lawn or the dog. But I don’t think my father in law was going to dig a hole in the lawn, instead, I decided it was about the dog. They were going to dig a hole for the dog because the two menacing bastards were here to kill the dog that has been scaring off thieves for the last few years. And trust me, Blacky is not fierce, he’s old. But if one did not now him, his ONE SINGLE BARK will make your balls shrivel up in fright. It’s loud.
He never knew he was going to die. He was still biting and trying to eat stone in the garden. The men summoned him up and they both held him with their weight, one man holding the needle. Without warning, they injected the large massive dog with potent chemicals to render him tired. The dog slumped forward onto his chin. I swear it looked as if he was trying to hold his eyelids up!! From the on, he was all meat, skin and tender muscles. The men got off of him and he didn’t even try to move but his eyes were watching. He watched as the men got to their bags, lifted another tube of SOMETHING. Filled their syringe with something and then came over to him.
At this point in time, he was pretty lifeless but he was still alive and watching. They came over, stroked his head comfortingly and then gave him a chin-rub. Touching. It seems as though the moment the second time the needle penetrated his body, he knew what was going to happen. I remember him looking at the ‘perpetrators’, and then looking down at the needle. He leaned his head forward, closed his eyes…and never opened it again.
It was almost like he KNEW.
The reason for putting Blacky down is a humane one. He’s about a hundred and one years old…in dog years, rotting from his butt to his ears, sick every other day, and has worms crawling in and out of his bodily crevices freely and without command. No matter how many times we asked the vet to come over and take a look at him, they would shake their turboned heads at the dog and issue us a sympathetic look that says, ‘Good fucking luck!’.
Blacky was dying of old age. And yet, no matter how humane the act was, it still makes me cringe. We’re murderers. We willingly asked someone to come end the life of a dog. Or me, I did nothing to stop the perpetrators from injecting the vile potion into the veins of that haggard.
But come to think of it. Blacky is probably much happier now. No more worm-filled intestines. No more rotting ears. No more tasteless dog food. No more life on a lease in the park. No more fun-filled but overactive children.
Life is probably better for Blacky on the other side.
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15/10/2005
Raw Power in Motion
Raw power in motion, that’s what RPM stands for…and let me tell you one thing…it is raw power and it is pure power!! Nothing less, that’s for sure.
RPM is a program that is available through any gym in the world enlisted with the Les Milles program. And if you think RPM is something you can kid around with, you’re wrong. In the eyes of those who have never tasted the pure torture of going through RPM, you’re in for the RIDE of your life! RPM is one hour of cycling that will rip your muscles apart and dry your sweat glands out.
Oh, of course, it’s fun most of the time. The music thumping through your brain, every ounce of your body fat burning. 45 minutes to 1 hour of competition-style cycling that sets you off on an hour of nothing but torturous adventure. You love it, and yet you hate it. You want to go on but you wish the instructor will stop asking you to ‘PUSH YOURSELF!!’.
In fact, sometimes I find myself thinking that RPM is nothing less than a small rock concert. You’re smashing your muscles into smitterins and there’s the music that keeps you going. The people who design this program knows how to choose their music. Music that goes, ‘Don’t give up now’, ‘Go on, go up, go on, go for it’, or ‘Move your body, move your soul’. Yeah, the likes.
It is, however, an awesome workout every single time. You go in thinking you’re just going to cycle your way through the hour and then you’re required to set up, sit down, lean over, sit down, arrow style, over the top…etc. the basic concept of RPM is to push people to their limits.
Frankly, I’ve never sweated so much in my life. I remember sweating just as much when I used to train in badminton with my dad. Badminton, as some of you will know, will make you sweat like your pores are open taps. There are those stationery bikes that looks absolutely harmless. When you get on, the music is turned on and the instructor starts saying ‘roll your shoulders’, you know you’re in trouble. At the end of the session, you notice a puddle of sweat at the bottom of the bike that is your own, your towel is soaked too, your water bottle is empty, and you can’t feel your legs.
Sometimes, I think RPM is made for those who either like to torture themselves or those who are sweat fanatics. How else do you explain the ‘YEAH’ and the ‘MORE MORE MORE’ in the middle of the session. You’re panting and practically going into a delusional state and people are still yelling for more??? You’re kidding!!!
People actually go there to torture themselves! For one, my sister and my cousin goes there to sweat! They attend more RPM sessions than me – and honestly, RPM scares the panties off of me. Everytime I go in there, I say a silent prayer…to whomever is out there, up there, listening. My main motivation is to remain in the game for as long as I can.
But the good thing is that RPM is a cardiovascular program that does not require you to jump, skip, hop, run, or perform acrobatics in an effort to sweat. All you have to do is to sit on the rock-hard seat of the bike and move your legs in circles REALLY fast. Some instructors are actually kind and say things like, ‘Do what you can, don’t stress yourself out’. But with an instructor we personally know, she is intent on giving us heart attacks. Every time I stop or try to cheat, she will wrinkle her nose and notify me, ‘I said move up two notches, not one’.
Blast you.
But how come I am still going back for more every single week? Has it got anything to do with the rate I sweat or is it because I am a sadomasochist in hiding?
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08/10/2005
July people
I am a July baby so, here's what July babies are like. Those born in July are:-
Fun to be with. - I'd like to think so.
Secretive. - Not
Difficult to fathom and to be understood. - Last I heard, I am as transparent as glass
Quiet unless excited or tensed. - ALWAYS excited
Takes pride in oneself. - Of course!! Duh....
Has reputation. - What kind of reputation?
Easily consoled. - Oh yeah....buy me a beer and I'll forgive everything.
Honest. - to a fault
Concerned about people's feelings. - Too much
Tactful. Friendly. - Tactful? Eerm, not always. Friendly? That's my name!
Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. - Get lost!
Moody and easily hurt. - OK, I'll admit this one
Witty and sparkly. - How can I be moody and easily hurt and witty and sparkly at the same time? Well, I am witty and sparkly 95% of the time
Not revengeful. - NEVER
Forgiving but never forgets. - What can I say? This is absolutely true. But let me tell you this....this is not a virtue, sometimes.
Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. - Definitely
Caring and loving. - DEFINITELY
Treats others equally. - Well, I do try my best
Strong sense of sympathy. - To a fault
Wary and sharp. - Yup, says it all. I notice things but pretend not to so that I can catch those who are trying to nick me in the butt.
Judges people through observations. - Same as above
Hardworking. - Pant, pant, pant
Loves to be alone. - Absolutely not. I hate to be alone....well, sometimes.
Waits for friends. - I hate waiting
Never looks for friends. - Guilty as charged
Not aggressive unless provoked. - When provoked, becomes maniacal
Loves to be loved. - For sure
Easily hurt but takes long to recover. - actually easily hurt but takes a short time to recover
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07/10/2005
I don't know how to write anymore!
I started buying some small gifts and stationery items for my sponsored child and I have already started writing to him. WRITING. That’s what I mean. I have forgotten how to actually hold a pen or pencil. It’s really awkward. Especially when I write wrongly, I start looking for the ‘delete’ or ‘back’ button. it took me about 15 seconds to remember that I have to actually strike the wrongly written word out.
Even students don’t know how to write anymore. Students carry laptops, palmtops and whatever-tops to college and they type stuff into their personal computers as the lecturer lectures on. And thesis and assignments are no longer written. They are typed and printed!
Come to think about it, I wish I had the kind of privileges the students have now too. And the irony of it….I just punished Joshua, by making him write about 20 over times ‘Don’t Play with the door’. He was playing with the door, slamming the door, locking and unlocking the door together with the kids. I know this is probably not the right way to punish him but this is not the first time he's done this. After repeatedly telling him not to play with the door, he still continues to play with the door. I can't imagine what would happen if one of the other kids' fingers were there. And he locks the door and i know I am a little bit paranoid but what if the lock spoils or if he doesn't know how to open the door.
I don't think my in-laws will like the fact that they have to break down the door to get the kids out.
Sigh.....
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03/10/2005
My mother taught me how to say ‘thank you’
Remember how your mother used to teach you how to say your ‘pleases’ and ‘thank yous’? Yeah, well, even when you’re no longer in diapers, you still need to say them. No, no, no…I am not going into a lecture about how to mind your manners or use the right fork during a wedding dinner and all that. Not me. I am the kind of person who would use a spade to put soup into my mouth if I had to! So, don’t even ask me about social etiquette over here. I’m the last person to care about all those stupid shenanigans.
I think people who sit with their backs straight as a rod should be shot! Everyone should slouch once in a while. Well, of course, that’s MY opinion but according to some smartass scientist, it’s bad for the backbone. I say, “Why care about backbone? Go cure cancer!”
I am the rudest driver on the planet. I could be in a cheery mood. I could have won a million dollars in lottery today. And yet, when I get behind the wheel, I am like a Highway Bitch, freely flashing my middle finger at everyone behind THEIR wheel. Without my mind’s consent, my body sends signals to my hand and they press against the horn all the time. And my mouth, gosh, “Hoy! Ah Pek, tarik license drive in kampong ok?” (Old man, with paid-for license, you should drive only in secluded areas). I know, I scare myself.
If I was alone in the car, that’s fine. I can swear and curse all I want in the car. But with my kids, they often ask me what is wrong. I honk like crazy and Jared asks me, “What’s wrong, mommy?” and I say lamely, “Oh, that Uncle says hi to me” or “That auntie’s car color is very nice”. Until today, it takes only one person to show me courtesy and all that bitchiness disappears.
I was in the wrong because I came out too early from an intersection. I sat there wondering what to do and the man behind the wheel showed me the palms out sign (as opposed to palms in sign = what in the world is wrong with you?) as in go ahead first. I showed him the same palms out sign in return and all was well. No honking, no swearing, and no cursing.
Man, what a revelation. The devil behind the wheel has been tamed!
And all it took was one civilized person on the road to show courtesy. All I want to say in this blog entry is that when you do good onto others, you often receive the same (if not more) in return. All horrendous drivers in this world become horrendous because they have been exposed to a lot of horrendous drivers.
So, if we had more good mannered drivers on the road, we will have more well mannered drivers on the road, don’t you think?
That’s what I THINK, anyway. So, let’s start with me….tomorrow.
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