The night was clear and silent. A simple stillness lingered carefully in the air. It found its way, slowly towards the shadow of the old man. Then it crawled up and struck his heart. The old man felt its homecoming, and acknowledged, with a sigh. Yes. Silence. Such simple... silence.

Sudden footsteps interrupted the stillness. A young man strode up towards the old man. The latter spun around and did not manage hide his surprise in time.

"Ryan?"

The young man glanced calmly at the tombstone and responded, "I came to pay my respects."

The old man looked back towards the tombstone, and then nodded quietly. Turning back to face Ryan, he spoke, "I always thought you weren't one that follow traditions."

Without taking his eyes off the tombstone, Ryan replied almost immediately, "But death is different. It’s a tradition that transcends all cultures, all races, all ideologies... every idiot has to die some day."

"Everyone knows that they will. Yet, when the moment happens, it just seems so..."

Ryan narrowed his eyes and snapped, "Everyone is a natural optimist, really. Life sucks, and everyone still wants it."

"That's why we learn from history..."

"The only thing we learn from history is that we don't learn from history."

The old man glanced carefully from the tombstone to Ryan, and then decided that there was no point to retort.

Silence was welcomed back into the atmosphere once again, but it was banished after an instance when the old man started, "Offer the Joint Sticks, Ryan."

Without a reasonable interval of considering, Ryan shook his head.

"Ryan... must logic and reason always be over love for you?"

"Love controls logic and reason. But in the first place, I see no way the action relates to love. For who's sake am I doing it?"

"Ryan... Please."

"It's not about love... that's bullshit. You know it."

"Do it for me then. Let it be for my sake."

Ryan savoured his final look at the tombstone and then turned and started to walk away, "No. I still see no point."

The old man watched Ryan's last footsteps and when he was finally gone, he looked back at the tombstone and sighed. The silence was not simple, anymore.


---- Do you Fear Death?
A stupid question maybe.
No matter whatever person you are.
Perhaps its a matter not really talked about by people, and when it is mentioned, the topic get dragged down to become religious, new-agative, or somewhere along those lines. When death is concenred, existance is questioned. When existance is questioned, natures are pondered upon. And death has been dealt out by many as just another occurance that happens. Of course there are fears. Fears that matter, and fears that don't really.

Fear of the Pain that Comes with it
Humans hate pain, (ignore the exceptions) and the consequence of physical pain is ultimately death. Many have considered death to be better, compared to living in pain, because its assumed when death occurs, the pain ends. Suffering ends. Everything ends. But before death, there is pain. And not only the physical pain, that in itself is understandable to fear and shun. There is the emotional baggage of pain that arrives with death as well. Perhaps a split second to one's destruction would display a flash of worry to his/her loved ones, a concern to whether or not they would be able to cope. And then to his assets and property -- What would be done? What can be done, when one is gone?

Fear of Losing
The two-way standard of love ensures this. Shadow in Final Fantasy 6 had decided to kill his emotions for the sake of becoming a better ninja. Also, to forget all that had happened to him. People who don't mind dying usually have nothing to lose. And that means, no emotional bagge to engulf you in worry, no physical treshole that barrs you from wanting to bail out. When life has no more meaning, when you got nothing to live for anymore, why carry on to live? Yet, almost everybody has a cause, a necessity, a meaning, to carry on in life. (It might not be even a complicated meaning.) Do you think you live for yourself? Your own pleasures? Your necessities and indulgences? A tough swim. You need to cling onto something to find that sense of fear to lose. Or fear of 'lostness' in itself would be able to drown you very simply.
Yes, humans are that weak. We cling. What tree to choose, how one chooses to cling upon it... Its up to you to see how much that matters.

Fear of an Afterlife
The more 'intellectual' fear. Or perhaps the more foolish one. Either way, this is soley because of uncertainty. Not to say absolute certainty is good, terrorists are enough an example. But how many times has one actually asked 'what happens after you die?'. Just because science can't answer, life doesn't tell you and religions look cheesy, doesn't mean the question doesn't need to be answered ( - _ - ) . And when life has so much stuff to distract you from it, it doesn't imply that you should stop being curious. FEAR it. Don't you? Do you know where are you going after you die? Some say its no use to talk about this stuff because, very simply, you know what happens when you die. So, yeah, go ignore everything and see what happens then, why not.


Life occurs. Death occurs.
Laugther. Crying.
Joy. Remorse.
Living. Dying.
Pain.

"Do you know, why the silence was so simple?"

When your shadow's the only one that walks beside you...
Remember the one who created the light, to allow the shadow to form.


Run.
To a goal. To the finishing line. To the main aim, the arrowed necessity.

Run.
In wanderance. In searchment. In circles.

Run away.
From the beasts. From the warriors. From yourself.

Run.
For your life. For their sake. For its cause.

Run!
Realisations. Refusals. Renewals.



When you hear voices that condemn your existance...
Recall the one who had allowed you to listen. To the t r u th ...
Even if the voices you hear, come from yourself.

(NEVER MIND)

Many, have likened life, and its impacts, to tasting. We savour the moments life presents to us and attach such flavours that would otherwise be common to Mr. Tongue only.
Life's a piece of cake. A box of choclates. A lemon that can be squeezed into lemonade. It has...

Sweet
A pleasant taste that is enjoyed most of the time as an indulgement. Its considered a 'good guy' sort of taste, as to comment that something is 'sweet', is to praise. In reality, emotions of joy fall into this. Situations of love, fancying, admiration etc. all get the privillage of being coated with the sweetness of honey. Sweetness' footman, sugar, is very addictive and while it keeps at you munching the stuff, you would only shun away when there is an essence of 'too-much-of-it'ness. Too much sugar isn't good for you, they say.

Sour
It can counter feelings of naueousity; a propable representation that its just the opposite of vomiting out... its keeping in. Its a taste that 'wakes up'. That has one requiring some 'getting-used-to' before actual enjoyment. Situations of jealousy, of hatered, of anger probaly come to this catergory to stay. In life, sour feelings aren't really enjoyed. They can be savoured, and processed with acknowledgement in retrospection or observation, but by the moment, its hard/ridiculous to enjoy it.

Salty
The 'add-on' food for a mild 'adventurous' reason. Life tastes better with salt (yeah, I frequent the MRT). Such risks in life would represent the added amount of salt, one's life is really in danger if he eats too much salt anyway. Its basically nice thing to taste and gives life true flavour.
Spicing up life also can be done through Salt's cousin, Spice. (Um...) As in spicy stuff, 'hot' stuff. It can defintely be enjoyed, only it would take you to a point where you can't take it, depending on your treshole.

Bitter
There isn't much reason why one would enjoy bitterness, except for the sake of its benefits. Likewise, some bitterness would help one grow in life. To be always 'bitter' is unhealthy of course, but bitterness in reality doesn't seem to have much to do with wrecking up your health. For sugar and salty have their own health distresses, and even sour has one getting a tongue tingling phenomena. Perhaps its because no one has went to the extent of eating that much bitter stuff.


And well, when tasting the food, and life. Let's remember to chew, so that we won't get choked. Afterall, the flavours and tastes don't matter once they get pass your tongue, it only matters if it can be digested by your stomach and then be stored to use as energy, or get excrected as waste...

It also matters, whether or not the food is poison...

I know....... I have broken many, many promises to myself, in not coming back online to blog and whatever.

Its quite dumb to be only breaking promises I have made to myself, while being able to keep the promises I made to everyone else.

Whatever it is, now my posts will only come on weekends.

What someone thinks about a matter, what matters one would consider when faced with a situation, and basically what goes on in the mind of a person when he goes about his day. One's thoughts. Do they define what the person is like? Are they the main concluding analysis to a persona's depth? Are thoughts, the true factor that can give you the biggest and probaly most satisfying picture of one's identity?

Perhaps it is without much provoking when we immediately link 'thoughts' towards personality and character. They seem to be the nucleus of the action. When you commit yourself into a certain action, its immediately considered a high-leveled analysis when one considers what you think when you do it. Why so? Simply because humans are thinking creatures, and would not do an action without going through a thought process in one's mind. Like a two-way gun, thoughts reflect your personality, and personality reflects your thoughts. Perhaps occurances would shape the both of them together. But thoughts are pretty hard to be 'shaped', in the sense that its the way one thinks. If we consider the 'way one thinks' to be shaped rather than the thoughts themselves ( I do not refer to belief framework nor propagandative brainwashings), it would mean that one's identity simply revolves around that factoraid, and from there, the persona is then moulded and shaped. In such a case, it would be quite hard to explain the growth of a person,(His nature and principles) as those are governed by thoughts which are controlled indirectly or perhaps even directly to the circumstances and the situations. If we say thoughts are the bullets,personality the variable treshole board and everything else that affects persona the gun; then the air that carries the bullets, the strength of the trigger, the forces that cause the speeds to sway the gun to different tresholes and the like, and other concernable variables that respect this analogy with logical relevance, would combine in a fuzzy online-game-teamwork fashion, to distill the the identity.

Thoughts, when considered in such a light, do seem rather powerful in explaining identity. But describing it? Does thoughts really tell you who a person is? Many expect that the will know the man the best if he gets to know his mind. In other words, consider his thoughts. But seriously speaking, not all thoughts get on paper and into conversations. Before a notion is even considered to be babbled, one has to weigh and reweigh, study and re-test. Many thoughts are shurgged off. Many ideas discredited into the boundless space beyond time. "Wow, his really a great thinker." --- a study based simply on the after effects of a filtered thought process. Cleaned up, geared nicely and oiled towards a presentable angle. How about the thoughts that are existant in the mind of someone, not taking into care whether or not he expresses it? Would that determine his identity? I shall root out a few forms of basic 'thoughts' one could have first...

Visonaries
Daydreams, movies in head etc. Whether or not they exhasust all the senses (it could be just a audio indulgence), these visionaries are probaly the most common of all thoughts. (well, being a student... I talk with that experience) It could be a spontaneous vision, created by you in some sense, but not with conciousness; a created vision, when you take effort to produce the show; retrospections, when you recall imageries (any sense involved) from the past; futre-spections, where you wonder about the future. Etctera. Etctera. There are defintely more sorts. Thoughts hold themselves prisoner to no one, and they aren't trapped by that notion alone as well.

Gymnastical
When a thought process stretches out a bit to invovle some thinking, relating to sequential, logical, mathematical, zoneseekative ( :p) and the like. Lets catergorise the deep to the pratical in this box.

Sensational
Feel. Don't think. Well, when your 'feeling', you are thinking. Ahem, That style of thinking. That way of processing. May all the mediatative, spirtual, enlighteningative etc. be forced into this ocean. When you think about something and say its gut feeling. When you go about something and assume its like that due to intution. When you 'follow your heart'.

Actionalistical
Upon commiting a certain activity, like say, pouring cereal into a box. Not so much on the split-second reactions (if say, we don't consider them to be thoughts, but rather.... well, reactions) and more on the what to do when this occurs etc. It might be a natural thing, probaly because it is natural and it would be stupid and meaningless to translate to words.

Creative
When you create something. Random bursts of inspirations that weave suddenly together to form a fuzzy idea or a solution to a problem that dices itself in strange periods of time.


ETCTERA. Basicaly.. those are the thoughts, and of course, there are the endless more and others that cannot really be described. 'Each' thought seems to cling quite strongly at showing a person and who he is, together, they probaly equate to a pretty useful potrait.

Now, the kinds of situations thoughts can get themselves into, the sorts of traits that they posses...

Emotions
Think of the Start War's Sith in this. The way they manipulate the force is by having passion, (if I'm not wrong), a strong emotion towards something. Somewhat likewise, thoughts get triggered off plenty of times because of emotions. And they dress up nicely so they can go run a few rounds around the different stadiums of emotion. Complementing the heart to create a musical that raises you up and bring you down. I also refer to the brand of emotions that are not in the party of normals- say the stuff that can't really be described. Emotion-spurred thoughts are seemingly a frequent at wearing 'sensational', but they do invade to other types, many times.

Recurring/Repetative/Re-
The 'songs that are stuck in your head'. When considered at a more serious level, things that bother you again and again, letting you re-live that thought (or a main gist of that thought hidden in another mask) once more. It could be partially out of your own will, but it may be because you just 'can't stop thinking about it'. They drive you crazy. They make you suicidal. They fustrate you. They make your emotions boil. And everyone by now, should get what I mean.

Distractive
Thoughts that sway you away from the thing that you want to keep focused upon. On a less drastic level, homework; a more drastic level, your life. It could be sudden intrusions that rebel against your principles or beliefs. Unwanted memories that you want to stop wasting your attention upon. A matter that you find seriously meaningless and want to stop dwelling on. But yet, they still distract. It can come in a form of a temptation, a change of heart, a newly discovered perception/misconception, a realisation/misconception etc.

Confusion/Panic/Worry/Fear
And the like. When thoughts engulf your senses and fill you up to an uneasy status, letting you hold one of the sort of emotions there. It could be a drowning process as your morale falls with the constant bleakness of the situation, a leap of the heart when you hear certain words being uttered, shock and increased pace as you realise there is only 5 minutes left before the test ends. Thoughts could take on a 'blank' mind as sensationals burst out in fusion with actionalistical creativity in such a case. But besides short term, there also is the long term that is probaly a lot more devastating, when one looks ahead to see the future with uneasiness, when one wonders what he has to do about a certain situation. Yes, everybody defintely knows what I mean.

Delusionaltive
They might not mean an instant grip onto a crutch of falsehoods. The stuff could be true, but one just assumes he partakes the concept without true considerment. They could be for the sake of comfort, or for ego boosting. Its a 'to think that way, because I like how it goes'. It might even transcend to the extent where one knows he is in delusion, but still carries on because he is afraid. To cheat him/herself so he/she won't get 'hurt'.

And of course, theres probaly a whole lot more.

Since everyone goes along with such thoughts passing at some point in his life, the true analysis of 'identity' due to thoughts can be rather hard to fairly evalutate. We could do it in the simplistic sense; the various common-sense approaches.

But the rest of the facades, the other chuncks of thoughts that had went through, that had passed by, that had dwelled on without notice... this part that holds onto so much of the deeper identity, that condenses itself upon the truer mirror above (which might not potray even the fuzzy reflection, and upon the mirror there are masks as well)....

Perhaps such fragments are among the many that have flown out when the glass was broken into. Hopefully flying without much speed and distance, hopefully not hovering towards innocent settlements, hopefully not...

Hurting anyone.

(Like thoughts can do something that serious.)

A sequel to 'Foolish Bravery'. Whether such courage to stand up in case requires a tallying of the camp votes, or, if such round ups matter. Many different camps admit to their quests and ambitions through expression of deeds, speeches and simply just showing so. Why and etc. and the 'whats-its-all-abouts' would scale down to faith. The contreversional thing that has made people scream narrow-mindedness, discuss conviction through knowledge etc. Probaly already discussed in a few books.There's this something about ignorant sincerity, or rather, its woe. Perhaps its only with an awareness of the knowledge, its boundaries. one's experience and understanding that one can properly acknowledge the essence of the faith in case. This concerns religion and is with respect to other beings that appeal significantly to belief frameworks that have distressing or joyful/blissful (metal and spiritual) consequences. And well, with that placed in the box of 'considerations', lets go eat the main slice of pizza..

The Stab of Faith
Several factors relate to why one assumes/potrays himself/appear to have a role in the matter. Oppositions are after all, scary things. The worn out example of everyone walking one way and you trying to run the other... such a reverse osmosis that go againsts the normality. Such a leap that appear apathetic to the mocks, shakes of head; the whirlwind of emotions that cannot understand. Why then? Why must he do it? And is the picture truly that 'scary' as they put it? Is there an essence in actuality?
The knife goes down to divide the slices... (and its been damn long since I've used colours to divide the pointers.)

Folly of Unbearable pain
This appears so when the outsider looks at the guy. But from his perspective, he knows he has to suffer. There would be hard times for him (in the future perhaps) or maybe he is already in pain. There is question here about treshole, and although there hasn't really been much of it, if the camps were to compare the degree pains they have to go through.. well.

Assumption of Perfect Order
...And therefore, assumption of an inperfect order here, in whatsoever system the faith might concern. Most of the time, its the whole world. Some would look forward to this order and therefore perservere. Others would desire it strongly and do whatsoever means to attain it, if their knowledge/misconception/understanding allows it. 'Order' here would refer to a heaven, a paradise or in less supernatural instances, simply a new system.

Resistance to the Blinded and Lame
Which the guy sees everyone else as. They could evangelise. Or when they realise/give up/think that the person belongs to the B and L (maybe the person is the enemy from the very start), they can react.... with tolerance: True apology, respect to the person's existance and then just tahan. With anger: to argue, insist upon and refuse to budge from the view in very strong conviction while at it. With fear: to defend when a soft spot is touched, to shun when theres disagreements. Etc.

Awaitance of Justice in the Future
'Something will be done in the end.' There would be a 'You Win' screen, one just needs to wait. The mere knowledge of this is a strong motivator for many to carry on in their respective faith, to move in this ocean that pushes them back when they try to run forth.


There is a lot of awe one can give to someone who fights so strongly... againsts all odds. We might even smile at those who stand up, to live on in life no matter what had happened.
For someone who does it for what he believes in, to carry on for that faith the holds on to... to go on, whatever it takes...
Even if he has to face disasters.
Even if he has to face mockery.
Even if he has to face opposition... He still has courage.

And he will oppose...

And the Fire, that will destory the lot...


I am late.
Reason: I was ill.
But anyway, if we do not conisder the the limitations of time and space and not restrict ourselves within the boundaries of its laws. I am but only within the scope of the Aniversary's now. Well, whatever.

This last part of the pentacase is about my obligations to this blog. Or rather, that I am not obligated to post in this blog in the first place. 'Obligation' does have a few spheres of inferences, but the standard idea of the 'bond of duty' towards this blog is defintely something that I do not have to it. If there really is a day when I just would leave the final post hanging... with no proper epilogue or even hints within the previous posts that I would not futher post, Zoneseeking.blogspot.com would join the others in the 'brain'-dead hospitals of accounts with only but a small tingle hope to relive.
And it would not matter, anyway.
But another infereable sphere: the idea of a 'I do it because I want to' thing. Yeah, common sense. But why do I want to do it? In short: Bloggin's fun. Its truly a simple way to just trash out random thoughts and ideas to the world, and when your're finished with the writing, (or maybe, when I'm finished with it... but it defintely would apply to most people) you seem clearer about your thoughts. Even though the essay is messed up and disorganised, actually getting down its key points and linking them up with significant details actually is quite satisfifyingly crystalising. That, I suppose, is one reason why I set up this place of expression. 'Expression' is actually something I hate. Even that previous statement that revealed such a view of mine is not what I like to disclose. Views and opinions that were clouded in biasness or assumptions which are spoken by me, is something that I dislike. Even the subject itself does not seem to be good considerment to me, not in the sense when it is studied and analysed but in the sense when it is being displayed to the extent of stupidity within the harsh context. Of course, anyone would agee that actions themselves are more interesting to compute versus mere opinions. When the opinion is actually drastic enough to result in that action... Thus, the blog has transformed into one where I just seem to lose sensitivity to preference and just go by the flow as much as I can. Or at least, that was what I hoped to achieve. How much 'expression' really went by, depends on how many slips I didn't notice. I couldn't possibly have narrated my whole life story, but surely there were the slips...
In a nutshell, I like blogging. But besides being a mere pastime, its nothing else.


Zoneseeking.Blogspot.com. gains a age!
The Blog Aniversary Pentacase thus concludes.

Illusions that are aimed to be sought...


Zoneseekers.
What does it mean? The net nick I've taken on, that I'm glad to say has sat in rather nicely with my online identity... sometimes my friends even call me 'Zone' in real life. In online games, even when I'm not using the main/real 'Zoneseekers' account but a 'noob one', I get called 'Zone' half the time out of their habit or something.
So what the heck does Zoneseekers mean? People assume that its simply because it sounds 'cool' and gives the kind of 'lone guy walking around with head bowed in a searching saddness' effect. Or they think I think so, and feel that the nickname is actually quite cheesy. So anyway, I'll finally give the full explanation of what 'Zoneseekers' consist of.

Well, actually if one has been a regular and attentive reader to my blog, he/she wouldn't find it that hard to link 'Zoneseeking' with my posts. When I post, I zoneseek. Yeah, the whole ritual sounds kinda cheesy, so I don't emphasise on it in the first place.

For the name itself any fool can understand the thing about 'seeker'. For 'Zone', it can be taken to be anywhere. Yeah, fields, percpetions, boundaries, the like.... but note its 'Zone'. As the underlying feel of it goes, its not a try-try kinda thing, nor does it have the essence of a base, and its defintely not homely. Simply, a zone. And since its Zoneseeking, there has to be many zones. Put together, and you get the obvious...

Many have misnamed me as 'Zoneseeker'. Perhaps they think the 's' behind the nick is a typo or something, just like the many other typos that have a happy community in my blog. Well, the nick is Zoneseekers. And its not because of a split personality thing or a indecisive potrayal. Nor is it showing that I'm a sort of lost soul in space that can't find my way home or something. Its actually refering to the various ways of actually 'seeking' and this is where the omni-perceptions thing come in, reasons for Imploration, where the matter expressed is sometimes not what I believe in.

So thats it simply. I can't exactly remeber the exact origin of the nick, but it doesnt matter, Zoneseekers...

I like that name.

Glasses shattered in recoverance...


It has been almost a year worth of posts... And over that time-space of a year, this is what had happened..

Blog Posts: 138
Blog Skins change: Thrice

Breaking Into the Identity
It seems that this is the only series I managed to keep up to, in official style. It seemingly had started because of the fiction story, Lost Identity, the chain story I did with Creative Reader. Though its stagnant at episode 4 now, at least it managed to get there.

Life __ the ___
What life is like. I didn't do much for this too, I guess.


LOL. This blog seems misearble, now that I laid down the stuff that is somewhat classified. But well, readers should know that the blog itself isn't classified that well anyway, so everything else can be placed in 'everything else'.

Winds that rustled forth...

Dust that had created...


I took a brief glance through my last few entries, and realised that I seemed to be toning down on abstractness, and talking more on practical human to human interactions and probable stuff which concerns it. I guess it doesn't cut it to be dabbling with philosophy and other relevances now especially when I'm clear about what this world is really about. I guess its in a way... sad. There are the majestics like cosmologies, human actualitical existance, world-patternical-balances and the such that I could consider, and I'm sure it would have been interesting. But when you discover that the correctness you affirm contridicts with the othermons, it becomes slightly ridiculous and perhaps subtly forbidding to even enter such a twlight. Its not that its a temptation or anything. I doubt that I suppose a twitch to want the rush. I deman nothing of that sort. Rather, its a fasination that spured on not by a longing feeling but rather a soury tingle of the fasination in itself. It wouldn't be deemed to be interesting now, and while they appeal, I probaly would give more attention to the behaviour and response to the subject, instead of actually considering and being excited about the idea itself.
If, such an enlightenment did not occur to me in the first place, I do wonder if I would have been a good philosopher?
Heh. Humans love new ideas and concepts. And its not that hard to make (or assume) a Guru. 'Getting people to follow' has been divided by the extent of devotion and the necessity and relevance of the devotion, which depends on the class of the following. Of course, I refer to the spiritual realm. Interlinked are the political and whatnots, but lets ignore them. If a created concept were to be logical, feel right and/or somehow looks right, people can appreciate or acknowledge. And not only the new age stuff, or for that matter, solely religion. I refer to everything.
Philosophy and its branches are dependent on the stereotypical 'whats the meaning of life?'. Knowing the meaning, and yet still stepping back into the pool because of nostialga, because of that tingle, because of whatevers that humans cannot seem to explain properly, is seriously rather... non-sensical. (I had backspaced 'stupid') But if its going back to the water to swim abit even though you can fly, its not really a dumb thing when you can enjoy it, right? Well, the analogy itself is quite flawed anyway.
But the nostialga, is not in tune with its default defination that much. I don't miss the days of philosophying. Heck, its not as though I had any days of serious philosophying anyway. It was probaly just called 'growing up'. Like any weird childhood dream of their future ambitions children would have, I had my own unique one of sitting at a waterfall and talking about life. (In TV drama serials, my favourite characters were always the Old wise guys, especially wise old wizards) Then I found out the reality of school and life and all... And well, I found out another reality as well.
I suppose this is only a very mininal way of looking back. But as much as a small matter it may seem, I do believe it has proper authority and deserves to sit in as one of the big five of my Pentacase. My... rememberance..

Another case of a moronic irony. I attempt a post hiatus for a week, and actually broke it on the final day and my Com get pissed off with me or something and gets itself hit by a virus. So in actuality, I managed to keept the hiatus! And finally, my Com is now fixed.

The Birthday of my Blog (Zoneseeking.blogspot.com) is arriving soon, on 8 June. Its gonna be a year old, and to commerate I'll be doing a Blog Aniversary Pentacase. Special things that I feel that should be reflected upon and other such snippets would be there. I doubt anyone really cares, but well, neither do I.

So, 5 days.

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