tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974238012172159552024-02-22T10:19:02.556-08:00The Rowdy ReprobateThe on-line journal of an unrepentant old fart.Xian Darkthornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874256449138086989noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597423801217215955.post-83544776881767320312015-09-03T09:49:00.002-07:002015-09-03T09:49:35.194-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's been more than a year since I last posted. There have been more injures, deaths in the family and just too many tumultuous events to begin to blog about here but I have started going back to the gym seriously again and training more at tennis so I hope all that hard work will start to show results soon.<br />
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<br />Xian Darkthornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874256449138086989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597423801217215955.post-47153851067261888032014-01-10T19:21:00.000-08:002014-04-04T22:45:50.771-07:00I'm finally 55! Yippee!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBHJPZ3Z1vg8u__xBUCPL6SCu1WqKLEIy3FcxWUu5pFCGZSszVMNCSPz9PU_QQq2hN9CcLO-9CsJgnyRkMifjJgD2UhQVAlG48LhcdzY6J2HPsjvHhKm4fTetxoKK5ilaR1QCyeLSQnMc/s1600/Xian_10Jan2014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBHJPZ3Z1vg8u__xBUCPL6SCu1WqKLEIy3FcxWUu5pFCGZSszVMNCSPz9PU_QQq2hN9CcLO-9CsJgnyRkMifjJgD2UhQVAlG48LhcdzY6J2HPsjvHhKm4fTetxoKK5ilaR1QCyeLSQnMc/s200/Xian_10Jan2014.jpg" height="200" width="150" /></a><br />
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The Lunar New Year is just a week away now but I'm still in mourning so no red packets or giving away cookies this year. Luckily I don't have to remain celibate as well! Anyway, I'm officially 55 today and it seems like a good time not only to take stock of where I'm at but also where I'm going.</div>
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For starters, I've been a butterfly for so long now that I really can't see myself trying to get into a relationship of any kind. I just can't find the will or the energy to have to drop whatever I'm doing (whatever that might be) just to keep some one else entertained. I love my writing, drawing, pottery, tennis and weight-training too much to sacrifice any of it just because someone else living with me is too bored to find something useful to do. At this stage of my life, I need peace and quiet to prepare for my last great going away party - not more drama! </div>
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So it looks like more trips to Pattaya are in my immediate future. Maybe it's one of the results of getting old, but I prefer my naughty stuff in brief intense bursts nowadays while I get on with the rest of my life and death.</div>
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Shocking that I'm preparing for death? Not really. I've always known that a long life isn't in the cards for me. So while I can, I want to make sure that I don't go leaving a mess for other people to clean up behind me. Besides, I've spent years preparing for the fact that once I can't enjoy physical pleasures any more, I'l be trying my hardest to come back as a family ghost who'll ZZZAAPPPP anyone that makes my beloved nephews and nieces unhappy. I've promised the kids that and I've always tried my best to keep all my promises.</div>
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And I really need to start writing <i>The Book of The Butterfly and The Dragonfly</i>, too. It's subtitle is <i>A Crazy Uncle's Grimoire</i> so that says everything anyone needs to know.</div>
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But before I start spilling any wizardly secrets, I need to get into better shape. If I should die before I manage to strut my stuff at Dongtan Beach again, I do not want the undertaker to mistake me for a pig and bung my old bod into the wrong oven! </div>
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Xian Darkthornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874256449138086989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597423801217215955.post-71341807379920298232014-01-01T06:48:00.001-08:002014-04-04T22:46:14.190-07:00New Year's Day 2014<div style="text-align: justify;">
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I have got to do something about it or, knowing myself and how much I can stuff in my face when I let go, I could very well go back to my old weight of 250 lbs in next to no time. Desperate times call for drastic measures! I am going to have to begin a thorough programme of weight training, tennis and some form of control over how much and what kind of food I poke between my lips!</div>
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Xian Darkthornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874256449138086989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597423801217215955.post-29544517295697182512013-12-30T23:29:00.001-08:002013-12-30T23:29:26.433-08:00Getting back to normal...<div style="text-align: justify;">
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As if I could ever be normal... *sigh* ...or ever tried very hard for that matter. But recent events have been sufficiently traumatic that I'm just getting back into the swing of things again. </div>
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For starters, my father fell ill and passed away on Christmas Eve. After all the fuss of a Chinese funeral died down yesterday, I can now say that I'm trying to get my schedule going regularly again. </div>
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In the mean time, I'll be going into mourning for a year, which is actually two years less than the prescribed period by tradition. Not that many Chinese bother about things like that any more. But being me, I like to do things that aren't generally approved by everyone.</div>
Xian Darkthornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874256449138086989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597423801217215955.post-4866472577657402532013-12-10T04:55:00.000-08:002014-04-04T22:47:19.723-07:00Suspiciously too good...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Okay, so I'm naturally pessimistic and suspicious but I can't help feeling that things have been coasting along just a little too smoothly recently. I've got the electricity fixed at my new place, my water heater is up (YAY! Hot baths soon!) and I'm just waiting to get the shelves, partitions and curtains up before I start moving my stuff into the place. I've had a few revelations about how I should be playing better (I am going to channel Chris Evert on my forehands), my serve is getting more consistent and I'm getting the hang of my new racquet which is a whole ounce heavier than my old ones plus the head is much, much lighter. I was mistiming my groundstrokes very badly before. I put on a bit of weight after taking off two pounds but managed to get rid of one, so for me, that's about as good as it can get. And now I'm waiting for things to fall apart on me. They always do.</div>
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<br />Xian Darkthornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874256449138086989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597423801217215955.post-58223530645773151622013-11-03T01:37:00.002-08:002013-11-03T01:37:55.144-08:00Before I move in...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The last few weeks have been dreadfully stressful. I have got a lingering flu and no energy to do anything active, even tennis. I've lost muscle but hopefully not put on too much fat. I know. I know. I obsess about fat too often.</div>
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I think some of that is mental because of the strain of having to look for a new home but now that I've paid the rental on it, I am feeling much more relieved. The nice landlady has offered to do a bit of renovation and refurbishment for me so I'll only be able to start moving my stuff in sometime after the end of this month. In a way, I'm both happy and sad at having to move because I've lived in my current home since 2004 but all my horoscopes did say that some things would end for me this year, so I'll just have to move on.</div>
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And then, my beloved old car which has carried me through happy times and sad ones is also ready to give up the ghost, too. I've done everything to make it road worthy and it's still functioning but it's definitely on its last legs so once I have my provident funds in hand next year, I'll have to say goodbye to it, too.<br />
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Xian Darkthornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874256449138086989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597423801217215955.post-38297440865439501162013-10-13T06:11:00.001-07:002013-10-13T06:11:34.559-07:00Moving on...<div style="text-align: justify;">
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I went to view a couple of places and one of them, offered by a friend at a very good price, is also ideal as a potential pottery studio. It won't be ready for some time yet so I'll probably have to rent a temporary place for a few months before I can move in there. It's good to get that settled and out of my hair so that I can get on with other things in my life.<br />
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It's been raining like crazy here in Penang and normally, I'd just go to the gym but with all that looking for a new home, I've been too busy and too stressed out at the end of the day to even drive there. Hopefully, it will be different from tomorrow onwards.<br />
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I'll post photos of my new home when it's all done and over in a few months' time.</div>
Xian Darkthornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874256449138086989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597423801217215955.post-19797616654379281762013-10-08T02:57:00.000-07:002013-10-08T02:57:00.231-07:00I Nearly Crawled Under The Table...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Some days I just feel like I want to crawl under the table and cry. Yesterday was one of those. All that training and pushing myself until I nearly black out sometimes and then I go and play stupid tennis and proceed to get bushwhacked 8 games to 1. My own fault, really, because first, I was not using my best shots and then I proceeded to rush to hit winners when a little more patience would have got the same result. Of course, I can take some positives from the experience but what made it really hurt was the fact that I had to continue hanging around the place and pretending like it was all okay...when all I wanted to do was go home and lick my wounds in darkness.<br />
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Xian Darkthornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874256449138086989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597423801217215955.post-10866752421326682902013-10-01T22:05:00.001-07:002013-10-01T22:05:51.605-07:00Beginning of October<div style="text-align: justify;">
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On Wednesday, I found out that I'll be playing singles against a gentleman ten years younger than me. He doesn't smoke, drink or indulge in any of my favourite sins either. He's also 30 lbs lighter than me, doesn't suffer low blood sugar problems and will have the stands cheering for him, into the bargain. am not complaining, however.<br />
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Besides, I've been working as much on my game as I have been working onmy strokes and techniques.<br />
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For starters, I swallowed my pride and tried to play really well against lower-skilled opponents. Not that I ever refused to play against anyone for that reason. I've always remembered other players not wanting to be seen on the same court as me when I was a beginner (and how hurtful hat was) but I never really felt like wanting to focus and strike the ball properly. So mea culpa, I was disrespectful even if I meant well by not trying to crush them with superior skills. These last few months, however, I focused on placing the ball well (not on trying to whack the hell out of it) and discovered that not only did they enjoy it more but that I also improved a lot mentally from having to focus on pure strategy.<br />
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Xian Darkthornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874256449138086989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597423801217215955.post-76029270977655355042013-09-14T23:40:00.002-07:002013-09-14T23:40:42.810-07:00I know I said I wouldn't BUT...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Xian Darkthornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874256449138086989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597423801217215955.post-86675718754772453972013-09-14T23:34:00.001-07:002013-09-14T23:34:11.618-07:00No Holiday BUT...<div style="text-align: justify;">
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I've been busy planning my gym work, especially now that my clients will be here again for the next six months, and how I need to train to play the tennis game I want to. It's not easy remembering that I can't simply go to the gym and the tennis court on the same day everyday because I want to do so much more than I am already doing.<br />
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For example, I have to keep in mind that any injuries I suffer from over-exertion aren't going to go away as easily as when I was younger AND that I do get injured more easily nowadays. So it's been a case of trying to balance the different kinds of physical stuff the last few weeks while trying to stay sharp enough to deal with the mental and aesthetic side of what I do, too.<br />
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I couldn't help recollecting some of the really stupid things I did when I was younger and fitter, however. Really shameful the way I hoped to "become best friends" with good-looking guys back then. I keep telling my nephews and nieces that you can't buy friendship or liking with money, gifts, favours or even by being a doormat because I'm speaking from experience. I wish I'd been able to accept that fact of life when I was younger. It would have saved me a lot of embarassment and self-loathing for sure.<br />
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There was that time I thought I'd made a a friend (let alone "with benefits") when I was sharing a room with a gorgeous Indian boy at a local tennis tournament. We were both 17 and I can't believe how badly I made a fool of myself because I wanted to be his 'friend'. If only I'd been able to think 'friendship' and forego the subconscious ulterior motives...*sigh* But at that age, the hormones make thinking rationally a tad difficult. And don't get me started on the Thai guys I encountered when I first started going to Thailand for 'recreational holidays'...<br />
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Hopefully, I'm a little wiser now and won't make the same mistakes. I certainly have become a little grouchy and suspicious (okay, so a lot) about being told what to do for anyone by anyone. I always suspect some kind of hidden agenda but then, speaking from experience, I guess it takes one to know one!</div>
Xian Darkthornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874256449138086989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597423801217215955.post-25562720383601373492013-09-10T01:50:00.001-07:002013-09-10T01:50:38.112-07:00I'm ready to move on<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8WJ8_4akph1r1mmm5_tfd_ldPyg55hoyjMIWOqFdz4bqb_6ENpFWyXzZFYZzSTkVm-A2M0l1pPPINEMobJSxrlgXoWevITkdRyr16M3qBVL1RHmnNViEen_DfmTPLia_Xzoq-TYBEPTM/s1600/XianDarkthorne_August2013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8WJ8_4akph1r1mmm5_tfd_ldPyg55hoyjMIWOqFdz4bqb_6ENpFWyXzZFYZzSTkVm-A2M0l1pPPINEMobJSxrlgXoWevITkdRyr16M3qBVL1RHmnNViEen_DfmTPLia_Xzoq-TYBEPTM/s200/XianDarkthorne_August2013.jpg" width="150" /></a><br />
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I've lost more than 5 lbs, finished off the last of my clients' projects and put my own things in order as best I can and now, I'm ready to begin work on myself and my own books! I'm really re-thinking not only how I'm going to play better tennis but also how I see myself. I guess it's been a long time since I thought about how I really want to look and I can tell you I've spent a long time in the wilderness, so to speak. I've gone from wanting to be slim (oh well....as slim as I can get anyway) to wanting to give up a lifetime's struggle against being obese. </div>
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But the more I think I about it, the more I'm convinced that i'm just stressing myself out struggling to fit into some stereotype that I'm genetically not capable of becoming. So what I've decided is that it's okay if my body isn't all that slim or muscularly defined. What's more important is that I can look good in clothes even if I'm bigger than conventionally accepted. That's what I love about the Japanese (other than their pottery, language, food and national costumes among other things). For all that their society and culture is so rigid in so many ways, when it comes to sexy, they are so very accepting of so many different body types. Like bear men, for example.</div>
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Okay, so I don't have enough body hair to be a bear, but I have always found their big men - muscles with some body fat - to be extremely manly and sexy. So what if some people call them "tubby" and think they could stand to lose a few pounds? They're strong, confident and have no hangups about wanting to be willowy in the least. And after "doing some research" I've defined in my own mind what it takes to be a smooth "panda" - the Asian equivalent of a hairy western "bear" man. Big shoulders, big chest, big legs! Something like my friend, Po, who's Chinese. I think he's sexy as hell. AND he's a nice guy with loads of artistic talent, too! So okay, I might not be able to grow any hair on my face but who cares. I'd be happy to look just a bit like him any time!</div>
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<br />Xian Darkthornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874256449138086989noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597423801217215955.post-71280140389022275172013-08-12T23:25:00.000-07:002013-08-12T23:25:58.348-07:00Hopefully, another little holiday first...<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<br />Xian Darkthornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874256449138086989noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597423801217215955.post-53043163740279497442013-08-03T22:53:00.002-07:002013-08-03T22:53:57.085-07:00Moving ahead...<div style="text-align: justify;">
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You wouldn't think it but writing for children/teenagers or young adults is much harder than writing for regular old adults. First of all, there's the language level to consider. You can't really use too many unfamiliar words - not necessarily 'big' words, mind you. I use the word 'fife' and had too explain that it means 'flute' for example, because not many modern under-18s would know that. And then, there's boy-girl relationships and attractions. It's easy enough to have a girl character who behaves like one of the boys but I refuse to write a character who's basically a boy in drag!</div>
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And then there's the fact that I'm basically writing a <i>wulin</i> or <i>jianghu</i>-type book (that's Chinese martial arts fantasy world, if you didn't know) but one meant for non-Chinese children, too, so I have to have characters who don't come from a Chinese milieu and need to have certain things explained to them (and my readers, too!) My biggest concern, of course, is trying to keep the flow of narrative and action going well enough that any younger reader isn't going to feel bored by too many talking heads. </div>
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Xian Darkthornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874256449138086989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597423801217215955.post-91797445486641776592013-07-26T08:08:00.001-07:002013-07-26T08:08:19.954-07:00Tried my best...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I can't really say that I lost any weight the whole of June, though I tried my best. Today, after 25 days of pushing myself really, really hard, I lost another three pounds so now I'm about 190 lbs - just 5-7 lbs sort of my fighting weight of 183-185 lbs. I might have lost some muscle as I have been using light weights and doing high repetitions just for strengthening my joints and muscles to avoid and prevent injuries before I add enough weight to really start putting on muscle, but I can't really complain because I'm feeling good, even today after hitting up for 45 minutes and then playing singles with a younger man. </div>
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The other thing I also tried to learn to deal with was my blood sugar problem by swimming and doing the light weights with high repetitions three hours after my last meal. The way I see it, my problem with blood sugar isn't s much that it drops but that I become mentally incapable of focusing when it does. So I tried my best to work until my sugar dropped and then to do my best to learn to stay mentally focused. I don't know how well it's worked and I can't find out until I start playing tennis again after the 15th of July, but I truly hope there'll be something to show for all that! </div>
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Xian Darkthornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874256449138086989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597423801217215955.post-46784358780397028122013-06-14T08:43:00.001-07:002013-06-14T09:25:55.775-07:00Really all over again...<div style="text-align: justify;">
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So it's taken me two months to come to terms with the unexpected discoveries. I admit I went into a tailspin of deep depression. But then, I finally decided that what the adults did wouldn't change how I felt about any of my nephews or nieces and that the most important thing was to focus on that and ignore their parents actions. And of my father wanted nothing to do with me on-line, that was his right and his decision and it shouldn't prevent me from doing what I consider to be my duty as the eldest son (the prodigal as he's said so often...note, he never added the word "son" at any time, either). But then, as if for good measure, the gods decided that I should develop a fingernail infection that prevented me from working with clay on the potter's wheel, and after that, tear a calf muscle just as I was nearing the end of my preparations for a local tennis tournament.</div>
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But I'm stronger now. I guess it's really true what they say. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. And I decided to take this as an opportunity to do all the things I'd put aside, like handbuilding and sculpting with drier clay as well as going to the gym and swimming more regularly. I but the bullet and joined a nearby 4-star hotel's health club so that I could do those things. And when my calf got better, to start (very carefully) rebuilding certain tennis techniques and strokes from the ground up again. </div>
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I'm still not where I want to be yet, but I've lost most of the weight I gained during the months of depression and I'll be starting my secret tennis training soon. And I think I look a lot better than before, too. So I guess I can't complain. After all, I managed t get away for a week at Pattaya at the end of May, and with the money I've saved, I'll be able to go again in a few weeks' time. So I'm not really hurting any more because I've decided not to let any of those people hurt me ever again.</div>
Xian Darkthornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15874256449138086989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597423801217215955.post-29308155258926105962013-04-10T04:09:00.000-07:002013-04-10T04:10:35.684-07:00Starting Afresh<div style="text-align: justify;">
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