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The Chem lecturer talks about food preservation.
And I sit under the giant freezing aircon of said LT -- the latter in which all the students are crammed -- thinking: What's the difference? ----------- Lifestyle causes myopia, not genes
Thing is, I play as much sports as I play computer; I even play computer sports games!
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I love doing this ^___^
It only takes a Saiyuki Reload to make me realise that my Jap keeps improving in such short periods of time.
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'Kay, I give up on HostDepartment's ftp, let alone the manual upload system. It was good while it lasted though. From now on, everything shall be uploaded onto the Spymac page. I dunno if the server's slow (I don't think so), but one plus point is that the address is definitely shorter ^o^/ and even if its ftp doesn't work, the webdav thing does. (All stuffs that already exist in the 2 HostDepartment site(s) will still remain.)
Look! Weiss' version of Euro 2004! *hearts*
August issue of Saiyuki Reload images up~
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Can play soccer = happy s.C. -----------
(Oh oh! I slept the whole of yesterday's evening away...)
Welcome to... 2 consecutive days of street soccer.
Our team, of course, met our fair share of difficulties.
Ref: (preparing to kick off) What's your team name?
...it's okay not to get the joke, 'cause I wasn't sure initially. Which led my teammate to call me "innocent", and I can assure you I'm so totally not; I just wanted to make sure. *rattles on with excuses* 2nd difficulty: See, we haven't trained like in eons. And then we see formidable teams with -coaches-. And we started to guess by how large a margin we'll be beaten... 7-0? 8-0? Heh. Heheh.
A little digressive case in point:
...come to think of it, it /was/ really funny (for me). I think I was treating her as one of the furniture in my house that I "pass" to. *grinz* Sounds mean eh. Hehehe.
But, anyway for the tournament, I /was/ to become the striker after all... ^^;;
2nd game calls for happier times.
I don't remember that ;_;
See, it's no coincidence almost all my favourite players are/were good dribblers and entertainers of the ball. Giggs, Kewell, Zidane, Figo, di Canio and the likes. I'm attracted to flair, and I like to see them in their full-flow gracefulness.
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Playing soccer = Happy s.C. Will talk about it tomorrow. (Hey, it'll be tomorrow in a few seconds!) |
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Whenever I open red packets with regards sent from HK, I feel like a millionaire. |
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Okay. I know that word. ... ... Just let it come back to me.
... ...
...inundate. Ah yes.
Now why can't it have come back to me during the exam itself?? I'd been writing 'pervades' 'pervaded' 'pervasive' and various sorts of such till I bored myself in the essay.
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And... right.
At least Chuang Yi is publishing it... so I don't have to spend an extra couple of $$ more on Taiwanese publications.
Chem tomorrow. Who shall I draw... ? XD
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!!!!! I was starting to type an entry when my relatives from HK came! *receives 3 red packets* @_@ I don't want to know how much is in those...
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Because I missed writing fictions |
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(Much as it would be fun to imagine these 3 incidents happening dependently of each other, they didn't.)
I wouldn't like to boast, but how many people exactly have lived to tell of such an impactful day like mine?
Night.
Then remember the process of collision with your dear wall. And remember it well, for unless you get in regular fights that involve cement (,the brandishment of), there should hardly exist other opportunities that acquaint you with mortar through head concussion.
Turns out that the Edge your hand had traced, was the crafty borders of a sadistic painting. And since the painting was about an arm span's length from the actual edge of the corridor, the above scenario will comfortably let you walk head-on into the. . .
Luckily, my natural speed is slow (y'all should know -_-). I shall continue to subscribe to that.
But I mean, the art of groping for walls with your hands, that's perfectly simple.
----------- That's one part of "how to make life more exciting" done.
Next part: all you have to do is hold your *@*Q%*#(*@!#!!&% head and stagger gracefully into your room. Remember to forget to switch on the lights (hell, with your hands occupied elsewhere you won't be able to anyway). Then sit down. Then around 10/15 minutes into your convalescence, grin to yourself in the dark at how silly the just-concluded incident was.
With further luck, it might finally drop off while you were engaging a word in the dictionary. Sounds rather crude eh, but anyhow in my case, I was able to grin a literally toothless grin at mum when she woke up by chance at midnight, thus ensuring her preparedness in bringing me to the National Health Board this morning.
And /when/ the morning does come, you'll wake up to find the uninvited gap rather intrusive, and you'll mutter, "Will somebody fhix my fhreaking toofh now."
Look on the bright side -- I wouldn't want to read some comprehension passage during exam ("...for an eye, a tooth for a tooth") and something related suddenly drops out.
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By the way, what's with the stereotyped (true or otherwise, I don't know) "I'm afraid of going to the dentist"?
The dentist I was assigned to is funny (perhaps 'cause he's Malay? I've always remembered my pri sch malay friends and malays I've met in general are good for a joke).
We were quipping to each other's lines, but, in all honesty, grinding my teeth takes too much energy. Brushing hard expends excessive bodyfuel as well. So in no way did any of these speculations happen.
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*looks at time*
One thing I had always rued over the years: my Neoplanet email client just sits there and looks pretty, but remains useless. Because I'd never had an email account with POP access before. But noW. Oh my, Spymac rocks. Am feeling quite inspired to move my entire virtual house and belongings over there (It has FTP! Albeit a tad buggy). *chuckles* ...even though I still use windows. |
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o_O
I have so many browsers I'm quite ashamed.
In the end IE & IE-rendered engines complied the best. And I don't even use IE.
---------- sapphire-fusion.co.nr/translation/worm2.html I hope the translation's correct; I was lazy enough not to use dictionary. ^^;; |
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"tttttttttquk brofox jumped oveeeeeeee lazy dog" and another minute later, the keyboard died on me. i seem to have a special acquaintance with the on-screen keyboard. *sigh* 3 entries today may just be neutralised by my not (being able to) posting for some days to come...? |
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If my legs were to love walking, they would be two happy little things lately. For, hot on the heels of last Monday's little night trek, comes today's little /day/ trek. Right under an unforgiving blaze, and in my too-damn-hot Spain jersey. But then again, that's why it's a good day for dragon boat competitions. Though I didn't stay to watch. ...¬_¬? Which was quite regretful, but anyway. I was by the Kallang River this morning--afternoon. For what, nevermind that. But it was a cool charity event of sorts, not least because I strayed near the river whenever I could, just to allow the sea/riverbreeze wash over invading floods of sunrays. Otherwise, not cool at all... (insert 'did I just say something lame?' expression)
Cutting long story short, this walk wasn't half (or quarter, for that matter) as long as -that- one, and it did take me -- for my first time -- to library@esplanade. Just to check it out.
Then our journey took us to one end of KRiv, where numerous dragonboats floated waiting. (Yeah there were schools -- zai ones like NJ...) And hearing various teams' spirited cheers, I suddenly regretted not staying back to watch.
----------- And I hate library dilemmas. Such as. "Why do these 2 books -have- to be -both- available when I have only 1 slot?? Why don't I see them popping up when I have 4 full slots??" Heh. In the end, I chose Robin Cook's Seizure over JRR Tolkien's The Silmarillion, because it might help me in GP topics. Might. |
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I finally have the Hellsing anime. All 2.44GB of it, OSTs included. *hearts hearts hearts* Integra and Alucard are so freaking, super cool. Much much much more so than their manga versions. (sighs happy sigh) |
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I need inspiration for a 3 panel comic that involves football.
'cause I'm too slow to notice them earlier >__<
I need inspiration for a general comic themed Advertisement. I hope for them to pop magically into my head by the end of next week *divine intervention(TM)* I need motivation to study. *divine intervention(TM) x4* -----------
You guys think I spike up my hair intentionally?
...even after the ruffling affair of Italy v.s. Sweden. What an awesome match. *remembers to breathe again* |
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See, my room is hard to pick up because 90% of the things in there is unclassified. But mum always insist I clear "at least some stuffs here and there".
And then I would scream (in my head), "Why did I even botherrrrrrr?" when I see that everything I had put into -my- place in a recent room-packing had been neutralised into perfectly unrecognisable room-layout once again after a particularly motivated session by mum. I'm not actually telling any interesting story; it was just to go with the sudden urge I had to point out certain little queer ongoings in my house. *points*
Though when I packed my room again yesterday (sigh, I never learn), I did find some organic chem notes hidden amongst... the somewhere.
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*gurgle*
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I now believe that my perception of the quality of a Saiyuuki episode is determined by the quality of the animation. Filler notwithstanding, Gunlock #11 was an absolute freak; we see Evil!Hakkai only that much in a whole lifetime after all. And with Evil, I mean more evil than youkai!Hakkai or I'm-about-to-massacre-1000+-people-plus-youkai!Gonou. *sniggers*
Once upon a time, I loved one filler episode of Reload (#10) partly because the art was beautiful, and partly because I was grinning throughout the episode.
 *squawk*
  Note that evil looking smile.
 Gojyo was very, very nicely drawn in this episode; I could not decide what screenshots to take. I mean, for -once- his hair wasn't drawn with a short ugly fringe. That this episode drew his hair proportionately already speaks volume.
I actually couldn't resist putting more screenshots in here: http://www.sitefights.com/community/art/rnklqnwn/gunlock11.html
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I thought 3 hours of standing in the sun (see: EJ - 12 June) was enough action for one week.
All you need is
"Circular Backpacking" because you walk around in circles with a bag on your back. ...yeah. That the rest is self-explanatory should make things easier to understand. Pick Spot A and start from there, taking note of the azure sky so that you'll be amazed when it got dark and you didn't even know. Preferably you don't quite know where Spot B is... that's the Street Directory's job. And the map reader's, of course. ^____^ winkwink Proceed to humour your way through to the Destination... that's what the good company is for. Perhaps that's how NS works nya You can attempt to run across random blinking traffic lights for random exercise.
And perhaps... just perhaps... if you find yourself in a building with 2 exits on either end of its hall, you might want to exit by the one opposite of your intended direction.
And that's how s.C., stormy, and ^clover^ overcame all odds yesterday and s.C. -- retiring at ExperiencePoints=999999 ----------- And oh, that picture down there can now be clicked. |
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Shocked. England lost.
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Was typing an enthusiastic review for Gunlock #11, when via some inopportune clicks, I suddenly find myself wandering into dispressing pages, and lost all mood for advocating the episode. Fandom wankage. Tsk. Can't fans all get along nicely? Fandom has teeth, but but to the point of eating your own digestive system inside out? And over something peanuts, too. |
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Why Spain will win Russia. |
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Because I say so. See, s.C.'s favourite team = Wales s.C.'s 2nd favourite team = Spain During one certain Euro 2004 playoffs: Wales v.s. Russia Result of playoffs: Russia through Equation has it that: s.C. -> ;_; Now: Spain v.s. Russia Spain = 2nd fav. team = must win! Russia = team that knocked out Wales = grrr = Spain must win!! Therefore, extrapolation of results = Spain wins.
Not entirely illogical ^___^
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And this is where my summary skillz comes to use.
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Yet another personality test via handwriting: My comments in bold. To begin the analysis, the subject's handwriting shows more of a fluency and flow than the average script. The writing impulse is unbroken and the words sweep forward with relative ease. This released writing indicates a generally easy-going and less conformist attitude than the average. The subject will prefer the unusual to the familiar, and will be more likely to express her emotions and feelings than a writer with restrained script. Indeed I seldom conform, but I seldom express feelings as well. At least that's what my parents would think. . . The pressure used throughout the script is average in intensity, indicating that the subject is able to maintain a balance between too much activity and too great a degree of lethargy. As a result, she lacks the intense drive and enthusiasm shown by writers with heavy pressure, but will be equally tolerant of inactivity in those who use a lower pressure in their script. She will be good at working methodically at the more routine tasks. I vary under circumstances, really. The subject has a signature that is smaller than 77% of the population, and as a result has a lower opinion of herself than the average signer and prefers to avoid the limelight. Even in a position of power she is unlikely to seek acclaim and attention. She is somewhat more modest than a writer with a bigger signature and can more readily accept criticism. For the record, my signature takes up more space than most people I know. Perhaps Europeans/Americans are just prone to signing real big. I don't know if "a lower opinion of myself than" conveys deprecation in this case (which I don't), but yeah, I avoid attention.
The signature is also underlined in quite an exaggerated manner. The subject wishes to draw attention to herself and probably feels unable to do this in other ways. Unable to make her presence felt in a more immediate and direct way, she is using the embellishment as a form of compensation.
Slightly... contradictive compared with the one above, no? Heh. The handwriting shows a few signs of a perfectionist personality. Although generally more easy-going than the average person, the subject also seems more orderly and methodical, perhaps being a little over-concerned with small details, and fussy about trivial matters. She may sometimes seem undecided about the best course of action to take, and may appear to have some self-doubts.
'Kay, I bet my last cents I got part this 'cause I checked "overwriting" in the test. I'm admittedly compulsive (and puzzled as to why) when it comes to the fluidity of pen-strokes. If the stroke is broken (which happens often since I use ballpoint), I'd HAVE to overwrite that region, or as my classmate PL says, "trace over the word". Said word wouldn't exactly look "nicer" in the end, but I'll spend the next few paragraphs feeling uncomfortable if I didn't overwrite that broken stroke.
There are a few signs of aggression throughout the handwriting, which indicate a mildly aggressive personality.
Am I sarcastic? Am /I/ sarcastic? ph33r me; I hold grudges.
The handwriting shows some signs of expansiveness, and this is an indication of an extrovert personality. The writer has an above average need for space and dislikes being confined. This hunger for space is reflected in the script.
I think I know what makes them say that. But while I do love space (which is why I like soccer and softball -- for their expanse of green fields), I also prefer solitude.
A number of artful simplifications in the handwriting show that the subject is considerably intelligent (scoring 3 out of a possible 5 in the IQ categories). She has the intellectual capacity that would enable her to be successful in a career such as teaching, journalism or computer programming. Computer programming!! Yay!! XD
A subtle variation in pressure throughout the script indicates the possibility that the subject may be a little more over-anxious than normal and more prone to emotional upsets.
You bet. I rarely deviate from Cheerful. (And optimistic. And hedonistic.)
There are some indications within the handwriting of compulsive behaviour.
About compulsiveness: like I'd said...
There are a few indications in the handwriting that, at the time of writing, the subject was suffering from mild stress. This may be temporary, for example if she was upset, tired, or working against a deadline. However, the subject may be living at an unacceptable level of stress, one which is beginning to affect her physical well being.
Well, if a GP essay timed-trial doesn't speak of "deadline", I'll be... Add the result of an abnormal sleep cycle to that, and you'll get the perfect I'm-so-stressed-I-might-die-but-actually-I'm-just-worried-I-might-fall-asleep-on-the-paper handwriting.tt!
So yeah, I 'm still aching. *glares at random tennis racket/binoculars* Let's end with the psychic thought of the day: Betcha didn't even bother to read the above stuff eh? *grinz* |
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Aren't I glad that it didn't rain yesterday.
For... if it had rained yesterday, I wouldn't have been able to do this!!: *picture spams*
As it is, the long-awaited black dot has finally tottered across the huge expanse of the big fiery face, not while giving yours truly several hand-shaking moments (the binoculars was heavy). (No) thanks to the phenomenal amount of tennis I played during class outing the day before, the shaking was twice as vicious. Really, I mean, I had to hold the 1kg? binos at arm's length above my head, and... yeah. Distressing.
Point to note: warn mum about potential Strange Noises first before you start Squealing in delight when your "binoculars plan" actually worked. Or else said mum will come stumbling in to investigate your (in)sanity.
Actually, the pictures (of the shadows -_-) were taken after the Black Drop Effect, during the greatest (nearest to solar centre), and before the 3rd contact respectively.
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After one long rant about how I thought I've screwed up the windows registry, one moment of (my) brilliance before I actually posted that entry brought it all back into place. That chronicle has since been moved to the EJ 'cause I didn't have the heart to delete it in its entireness. Plus it is quite a technical piece, so it'll do good not to clog up this place.
And I played tennis for the first time yesterday! *bounces around happily*
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During the previous couples of days without internet access, I have done the following:
Interestingly, one will note that they are but activities of which I had only the most fleeting of ephemeral experiences -- or even none at all.
If I may suspect so, much of my life seems to be lived vicariously through visual experiences on television.
Come to think of it, is watching (certain)anime + reading (certain)manga = catharsis through violence? (For some reason, $$$ went out quite willingly towards the purchase of Hellsing manga recently.) But I shall play -- at long last -- tennis during the class outing later. (insert big big grin) |
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Do you guys remember this? Oh my now Mr Shone's got a daughter Hayley... and Max is still so cute! |
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No, don't ever mess with broken CD drives. They clamp down on your unsuspecting finger-which-has-barely-left-the-CD before you can say "Shit it's carnivorous!" In other happier news, I've finally hauled my corpse before Photoshop and started to work on the new layout. Just how many months have I been saying that? |
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I read ^clover^'s blog. I thought of something funny. I touch-typed the lyrics of a song while listening to it. The song that heat your eaters and do those thongs to you
I'm not a perfect person
To bewonder in awe the inventive quality my touch-typing inspires.
Take note of that very last and proud fullstop in the entire lyrics (bolded for your convenience), punched in with an invincible sense of achievement. Xþ |
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*raises eyebrows*
What the hey -- does it look like me? Looks a bit too Jap. Must be all the baseball accessories. *chuckles*
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It's great watching the French Open, after overdosing on Unrealistic Tennis(TM) lately.
A little note to Prince of Tennis' producers/mangaka Konomi:
----------- A little gem from Journey to the Rest: The July issue of Monthly Comic ZERO-SUM packed quite a surprise: news that the current Saiyuki RELOAD manga arc, "Even a Worm," will be animated in Saiyuki RELOAD GUNLOCK starting with episode 13! That episode is planned to air on June 24, while the third chapter of the manga arc will see print on June 28. Isn't that...3 episodes from now? And doesn't that mean that the arc's going to be short?
And do I see a hot coloured Goku picture in there?
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Dude! I have about a hundred things to say today. Let's see...
[script language="JavaScript"]
for (i=1; i<101; i++;) { document.write('<b>#' +i+ '</b> They actually bought me H2 #30! '); } [/script]
Yeah man. I thought I'd forgotten even the basic syntax. My graphic memory rocks.
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Troy.
That Achilles' Heel moment near the end wasn't too apparent. Especially when you weren't looking out for it. I mean, if you didn't know better, what -can- possibly be the significance in getting poked in the ankles by an arrow?
...well, yes. I don't ponder a lot over movies.
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var z =1; while (z<51) { document.write("It's the holidays! "); z++; } [/script]
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Evidence that shows s.C. has over-matured in the past month. |
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Somehow. Persuading a teenager to go to bed and get up on a reasonable schedule is another matter entirely. ... As nighttime approaches and daylight recedes, the pineal gland produces melatonin, a chemical that signals the body to begin shutting down for sleep. ... [Studies] have shown that it takes longer for melatonin levels to rise in teenagers than in younger kids or adults, regardless of exposure to light or stimulating activities.
For once, I see a tiny iota of a light photon at the end of the 3.47a.m. tunnel. Whatever that is.
XD XD. 'Kay, it's not that funny...
Why is it so hard to get a teenager off the couch and working on that all important college essay? ... blame it on their immature nucleus accumbens, a region in the frontal cortex that directs motivation to seek rewards. ...[Found that] teenagers have less activity in this region than adults do.
So /that's/ how it is. "Procrastination" spelt out in full, hopefully in a language that parents understand.
= s.C. has matured. ...reluctance counts, 'kay. ----------- We had Royston Tan in the house again yesterday, due to "popular demands" from last year's appearance.
We saw, among 2 other films, Cut. That's the film that mocked our censors. I believe he said that our school is the first one he is screening this to. In other words, quite, quite, exclusive.
This is PG,
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Have I ever mentioned that Death Note is freaking me out? Damn its cliffhangers. |
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It doesn't bother me too much that I can't/don't blog as frequently like I used to. What -does- prove disturbing however, is that I actually used these times to sleep.
Cases in point: Yesterday - 14 hours of sleep.
For normal people I guess that's quite... normal. But what have I done (to myself) these 3 days...? Though it -is- good and refreshing that I didn't sleep during school hours.
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And thus,
...let there exist a tribute to my Chem/CT/ghost-scaring tutor, to whom coincidentally last Thursday I had to pay a little visit, and who in fact sufficiently traumatised me for the rest of the week with her never-seen-before-in-class grin. I'll be happy to assure you it was fantastically horrible. Though I'd have to honestly admit that, indeed she failed to traumatise me for the rest of the -month- (which was the expected convalescent period), not least because she seemed particularly mellow that time. The strip was published in this week's Friday Weekly. I'll have her to thank, for without her, this strip would not have been born...
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