It is presently 14 minutes past midnight and I’m still awake despite the facts: a.) I have school tomorrow morning which is bad because b.) I can’t sleep for just four hours and not resemble a walking zombie which is pretty contradictory cause c.) I love to sleep. Must have been my chocolate intake.

-start of slightly graphic part of entry-

I think I’m still high on that chocolate bar I had about... fourteen hours ago. (It’s already half past twelve, I’m trying to keep it down in here) And in that fourteen hours – and still counting – period of chocolate intoxication, Richelle and I found a sexgod in our school. No wait; scratch that, not a sexgod, THE sexgod, the ultimate sexgod. In mine and Richelle’s eyes, he is the hottest, most bangable guy in school. And I’m not telling you who it is, so bite me. (Okay, just to clear things up, we do not have a crush on him – Richelle’s got Shammy for Pete Wentz’s sake – we just find him ridiculously good eye candy.

We’re probably gonna gang up on him and rape him someday. He’s just so bangable. WHY?!

Chels: Hey [insert name here], we’re gonna rape you one day.
Chelle: Yeap, someday, someday.
Mr. Bangable: Ha-ha. Yeah sure, nice.

How can a guy have that much sex appeal? Good heavens. Okay, so before I start going into a full-length, fully-fledged entry of how bangable this guy is, I’m gonna stop. [insert name here], if you are reading this, don’t flatter yourself too much. But if you let me live inside your closet, I promise not to go gaga over your sexgodism. Okay, will try not to go gaga.

(For Richelle’s take on sexgodism, click here.)

-end of slightly graphic part of entry-

“..and boredom loves me during BM.”
–Richelle Ret

Absolutely. It’s a one-sided affair but I couldn’t agree more. In light of the monotony, Chelle and I listed down our favorite things that start with ‘S’. Her top three were: Shammy, snowflakes & spaghetti. And to be honest, I wholly protest against the top three propaganda—wait, that would mean I’m protesting against myself seeing as I came up with the whole ‘top three’ thing. Right. Whatever. So anyway, I can think up of a lot of my favorite ‘S’ things hands down. My top three would be... Saturdays, stars and sexgods. HAHA. I’m joking. Replace that last one with showers. Saturdays, stars and showers. Lovely.

Mine and Richelle’s entire list goes like this though– no wait, scratch that, this isn’t the entire list; we’re still working on it. Okay, here’s what we got so far:

Chelsea and Richelle’s Favorite Things That Start With S

stars –R & C
Shammy - R
sleeping - C
spaghetti, red - R
spaghetti, white - C
snow – C
socks, colored – R & C
smoothies – R & C
sundaes – R
sausages – C
Sundays – C & R
the sea –R & C
summer – R & C
steak – C & R
salmon, smoked – C
sleeping – C
swimming – R & C
*** ** **** – C & R
songs – R & C
showers – R & C
the sky – C & R
snowflakes - R
salami – C
sandwiches, bacon – C
Skittles - C
sunshine – C& R
sleeping – C
shoes – R & C
snogging – R & C
singing –R & C
the sky at night– C & R
serendipity - C
sarcasm – C
smusic – R & C
swriting – R & C
sinstant noodles – C

and of course,

our sexgod – C & R
 

Oh, and did I mention sleeping? Speaking of which, it’s 1:21 am. I have about... five hours left in bed. Anything else you want to add to that list? Leave it in the cbox, thanks very mucho. I’m gonna do my list some justice, call it a night and go to bed.

Good dawn, world. This day has been strange—holy cheesecake! I forgot another ‘s’ word! SUSHI. Sushi is the shizz, I kid you not. Okay, now I’m hungry.

Vamanos!

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Oh, if you haven’t read Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events, Book the Eleventh, The Grim Grotto, then the title of this entry will make none whatsoever sense to your brain.

Okay, so it’s three minutes past 8 and I am miles, no, light years away from conquering my newfound mountain of homework. Such a malicious little thing, growing there ever so sinisterly in dark corners of my school things like poisonous fungi manifolding along a cave wall, threatening to poison some poor traveller, concocting devious plans on how to put me in the agony of finishing off two essays (which aren’t even in English), a project on nutrients, a hundred and one questions and answers, one or two sets of comprehensions, Math corrections and a composition in a span of 9 hours.

Oh dear, dear me. What tangled ball of labour have I gotten myself into now?

Oh right, that’s what.

Unwillingly being an all-time procrastinator and high class bum, I put off my BM homework for more than a month and now it’s back and has reared its nasty head. No, not one, but THREE of its heads! It’s like, the Cerberus of all homework with razor sharp fangs and nasty drool you can’t get off of you for days! For now. I don’t want to know the amount of homework they’re going to heap on our shoulders next sem. (As if the weight of our hearts aren’t heavy enough already.)

If I don’t finish up this homework by Friday, I am dead. Like, Freddy-Kruger-slashed-me-with-his-five-claws dead. Like, trapped-inside-a-glass-box-with-about-fifty-or-so-angry-brain-eating-zombies-trying-to-smash-the-glass dead. Or like, being-chased-by-hundreds-of-cannibalistic-humans-with-rage-disorder-and-the-only-way-to-escape-is-by-getting-into-that-boat-over-there-but-it’s-too-damn-far-and-I-don’t-think-I’m-gonna-make-it dead. Or like—ANYWAY, you get the picture.

If I don’t get this done asa-freaking-p, my BM teacher’s gonna chase me down with a chainsaw tomorrow and all I have to save myself is a pair of chopsticks and a Basement Jaxx record. Nice choice of weaponry, Chelsea, that’s REALLY gonna save you from a deranged old lady with a CHAINSAW. She’s probably going to chase you down ruthlessly, slice and dice you up into little pieces of sushi, feed you to her evil crocodiles in her evil swamp, grab the crocodiles’ poop, burn the poop and then use the ash as war paint on her face.

Oh, my God! Seeing as I’ve only managed to finish one tenth of all her homework, I gotta get my rear end outta here! I know! I’ll dig my way through the ground with my chopstick, all the way to Greenland, fake my identity as the daughter of an Irish whaler who has a knack for pink lemonade and colored stripey socks and has a bald spot and spends a majority of her time alone in her bedroom all day, playing the Basement Jaxx record over and over and over again, singing, “You are my destiny, JAIHOOOOOO! JAIHOOOOOOOOOO!” in a very loud voice.

No. NO WAY! I don’t wanna be some daughter of an Irish whaler who has a knack for pink lemonade and colored stripy socks and spends a majority of her time alone in her bedroom all day, playing the Basement Jaxx record over and over and over again, singing, “You are my destiny, JAIHOOOOOO! JAIHOOOOOOOOOO!” in a very loud voice!!!!  NO SIR, my life may suck like balls right now but no way am I gonna be some Irish teenager in a wig. No way.

So I think I’m gonna do my homework now. It’s already 20 minutes past 9. HOLY FUDGECAKE WITH ALMONDS ON TOP!!! IS THAT THE TIME? AAARRGHHHHHHHH!

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Current listen: Broken Door by Bedlight for Blue Eyes

“..it was simple back then, looking out the same old window... the world seemed smaller bigger then.”

****

At long, long last the maid’s back from her holiday. No more housework for this kid! No more washing up after every meal, no more hanging up the laundry, no more getting told off for leaving my room in a state of devastation, no more hour-long lectures about how I don’t know how to keep the house decent, no more having to sleep in my own dirt, no more dust dunes accumulating on my stuff, so much dust that you can practically make dust angels if you wanted to. No more housework! Oh, hell yeah.

****

I’m Queen of All Procrastination. Someone overthrow me.  

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Where’s my iPod?

****

Mothertrucker. I’ve turned this thing into a Twitter! Which reminds me... I’ve made a Twitter!

STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME. STALK ME, STALK ME, STALK ME.

Well, I’m in no state to write about much right now, maybe later. I’m gonna go watch Definitely, Maybe now (yes, I finally got the DVD last weekend after waiting ever so impatiently for it). I find that I can possibly learn something decent from it and apply it to real life and get myself out of the hellhole I’m in right now.  

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8:09 am

I need a damn epiphany. NOW. I need that Boob Lady from The Simpsons. Maybe she can blow some sense into my poor head.

Chels: All I need is an epiphany...

Qawi: You need that Boob Lady. She helped Homer, she’d definitely help you.

Chels: Alright, where’s she? BOOB LADY! Oh, I know who the Boob Lady is! [whispers] It’s our Chem trainee! TEEHEE.

Qawi: [laughs]

Chels: Dude, seriously. Alright Boob Lady, I NEED an epiphany, it’d be great if I could get one, like... NOW.

Honestly. All I need is a sudden revelation of what the freak I’m supposed to do. I’m so confused, I make the Ugly Duckling seem completely understandable! WHAT? Qawi said that the Ugly Duckling’s mighty confusing, “How can something start off ugly and end up beautiful? Now that’s confusing. Just ask those poor kids out there who probably don’t understand the concept of Ugly Duckling at all!”

8:17 am

“What’s inside a nucleus, class?”

“God.”

Well, according to Izaq, God’s in the music room, Room 2. Oh well, God is ubiquitous, God is omnipresent, God, I still need an epiphany.

8:30 am

Uh-huh, any day now.

8:31 am

Ommmmmm. Ommmmmmm. Maybe intense meditation will lead to a revelation. What? That’s what happens in movies. Although, it’s rather hard to find inner peace in a room full of restless teenagers with the Chem trainee aka Boob Lady going on about something called the Electronic Configuration. What is that? My brain’s totally spaced out.

8:56 am

So I spent the last weekend of term break trying to finish off homework which should’ve been done ages ago while experiencing spasm attacks continuously at 5-minute interval. Why the spasm attacks? Chuan and I were going gaga over Gibson and Washburn electric guitars on the Net. Honestly, I just look at the Washburn WI26 or the Gibson Dark Fire and I convulse into hyperventilation. I could get a heart attack just looking at these babies.

I’d be in the middle of Googling the answers to my Chemistry homework and abruptly, either Chuan or I would burst out in a series of swear words, quickly followed by sending the link to another godlike guitar to each other. Gee, I’d bite for one of those. I really, really, REALLY want a Washburn WI26. So badly.

9:10 am

And yes, I Googled the answers to Chemistry. Joel said it was called thinking outside of the box, so it’s all good. Besides, our thickass 1 ½ inch Chemistry textbook is completely useless. So I would like to thank Google, WikiAsk and Yahoo! Answers for helping finish my homework! Well not really, but they helped. Enough. Chemistry Insights can kiss my ass.

9:42 am

Let’s jump off the burning building; we’re going to die anyway, might as well do it thoroughly.

11:27 am

The end of term break marks the comeback of homework, the reign of hectic times and frustration and anxiety. Of Math and Physics and all things nauseating. Of crap canteen food (but who says you gotta buy it right?). It also means the comeback of... BM. GROAAAAAAAAN.

I hate when the BM teacher lectures, they go on for hours at a time and let me tell you this, I am not loving the sound of her voice.

11:38 am

I could fall asleep right now. Honestly, I....

11:39 am

YAWN.

11:40 am

You know... the thing about epiphanies is that... they come in SUDDEN time, all in one swift blow to the brain. If God’s giving me an epiphany right now, it’s rather... slow. I need it in one whole dose! Please God, help me!

It’s like a bandage over a cut. Just rip it off already! It’ll hurt much more done slowly. Just pull, rip, heal. HEAL. But... why rip off the bandage now?

See how confused I am?

12:04

I just fell asleep. Oh, it can’t be helped.

****

I was right. It’s the end of the day, and yes my friends, we are, once again, without a doubt, fully loaded with homework. Homework is the work of the devil, I tell you. THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPEL-ETH YOU! 

Damn. It’s still there.

Oh well, best be at it tomorrow, it’s past midnight and there’s BM tomorrow, which, without a doubt, I will fall asleep in, in perfect routine, if I don’t get to bed now. Goodnight world, die homework. 

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I’ve just spent about 5 hours fixing lunch and then eating it. I come back upstairs where I left my laptop running and my MSN signed in and here’s what I read when I got sat back down on my “state of the art wheelie chair”. Honestly.

14:10 Josh: Heya Chels.

14:11 Josh: That sounds stupid...

14:11 Josh: Hi Chelsea.

14:17 Josh: Okay, not replying...

14:18 Josh: I was just going to ask you if you still had the Narnia book?

14:19   Josh is now Offline

I mean, WHO DOES THAT? Who says, “Heya Chels!” think it’s stupid and changes it to “Hi Chelsea”??? Josh, this is why you’ll never become President. Ha-ha. Only joking. But seriously. His anti-social amnesties continue to fascinate me.

The guy’s not even human! He belongs to the same species as Michael Jackson, uh-huh. But hey, I’m a fan of Michael’s :3

Anyway, I really have got to go, I just spent five hours downstairs, in the kitchen (which is probably the most forbidden place for me in my house, I can’t cook for nuts), I have to go and pick up Rona from the mall at 4 and be at the airport for Joe’s final farewell by 5. AND I still have to finish his farewell letter. Whoo. Wayyyy to much pressure right there buddy. Holy Mother of God, it’s 3:30! I REALLY HAVE TO GO!

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Not really.

I used a purple bus for the first time in my entire life today. (What an odd coincidence, Izaq rode the purple bus for the first time ever yesterday as well! Either everyone’s parents can’t pick them up anymore or we’ve been hanging out with Miks & Kiks way too much.) But anyway, my first time. Like ever.

It was... short. Well, my house is only about 5 minutes from school. Ha-ha. But it was sort of fun. In some twisted way.

Chels: Dude. We’re almost to my house. How do I make the bus stop?

Miko: You tell the bus driver to stop.

Chels: How?

Miko: You just tell him to.

Chels: Will you do it please? Never done it before so...

Miko: I’m not saying it. [to Kiks] Don’t say it.

Kiks: I’m not saying it.

Chels: My house is right there! We’re gonna pass it!

Miko: We’re not saying it.

Kiko: No way, nuh-uh.

Chels: Seriously! If you don’t stop the bus I’m not gonna talk to you guys ever again in my entire life!

Nothing could be more pointless than threatening not to talk to Miko or Kiks for the rest of my life, but... it works. Got down right at my stop and all I have to do now is cross my fingers and hope my mom won’t mind me using public transport. I know. It’s public transport, but you don’t know my mom. Or dad, for that matter.

I think I’m gonna be using the bus more often now. I need rides to school and music class and all and my parents won’t be around as much to pick me anymore, seeing as they transferred companies and have strict-ass rules about leaving the office before hours. Actually no, I don’t mind using the purple limo from now on.

Haha. That’s so weird, me using the bus... everyday. It’s definitely something new. Oh gosh, what’s wrong with me today? I sound boring. Anyway, I gotta go, my Commerce and POA textbooks await and if I continue to ignore them any longer, I’d be getting Fs for my tests tomorrow. God save the queen.

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I’m actually supposed to be studying for Math right now; we’re having a test tomorrow but... I really wanna write about yesterday afternoon before details of the day run off to hide under all the clutter inside this thing that’s seconds away from bursting called ‘my head’.

Yeah, it’s kind of like, one of my issues, never knowing what my priorities are. I just can’t seem to discern which stuff’s more important to me. I usually go for ‘fun’ though, more than anything else. Homework or Internet? Fun. Coke or Pepsi? Fun. Practicals or practice? Fun. Boyfriend or bestfriend? Fun. NOO, I don’t have a boyfriend. I was just illustrating an example. But anyway, it’s real crap living life like that, but maybe it’s one of the main reasons why I have more fun than you. [shrugs]

You know what, I think I’m gonna study. The fun can wait, can’t it?

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Thank God my stomach’s finally stopped its 4-hour regime of pain. Honestly. And I’m pretty much quite confused on why it did hurt although I did come up with four seemingly logical reasons:

1. The daily diet of chicken, chicken and chicken the school’s been passing off as lunch has finally taken its toll on my digestive system. Frankly, I’ve never had this much chicken before (it’s been over month and all I’ve had for lunch is chicken, either fried, smothered in ketchup or sweet and soured, honestly) and even more frankly, I’m getting sick of it. The unappealing monotony of having chicken at least five times a week is only slightly compromised by daily trips to Supa Save for ice cream and Dad’s Root Beer.

2. My abdominal muscles (that’s a fancier sounding term for abs) aren’t used to running around so much in one day. Being sensible 16 year olds (at average of course, most of us aren’t a day older than sixteen yet), we played several varieties of Tag-You’re-It. So much running and chasing around and perspiration ensued today’s N-Day rehearsals, but God, was it fun. I feel just like an 11-year-old again, succumbing to 5^th grade games with your best mates. Good times.

3. Extreme hunger after running around like madmen. No elaboration needed. My stomach is quite parallel to a pretty much bottomless pit.

4. My tight waist-ed shorts. No wait—it’s been hurting since I was at school. This can’t really count.

I’m still quite unsure to why my stomach’s all a hurt-ey but hey, at least it’s gone now. Victory. And I’ve just finished a glass of chocolate shake which I tried hard to drip over my laptop keypad, almost failing.

****

It’s been a while since I’ve last written, and yes, quite contrary to the lack of updates, loads of things have happened since that historical weekend at KB. Quite a lot actually (I might find some time later on to recount it all). Much too much in fact, but I’m not complaining. Oh and guess what... we’re in the third episode and we’re shooting in a fortnight! VICTORY. And this time, we’re staying over at KB! Hell, it’s gonna be legend-freaking-dary. A fortnight. Oh God, I can’t wait [bounces up and down with excitement].

School (the academic bit, not the staying-back-for-practice-and-ditching-halfway-through-the-whole-thing part of it) today was reasonably fun. I thoroughly enjoyed 2^nd period P.E. which I spent playing soccer. To be truthful about it, I’m dreadful. Entirely, inescapably and undeniably dreadful. Once I get the ball, I just kick it off somewhere else. But my teammates (all boys since all the girls ever do during P.E. is sit down under the shade, getting splashed by water kicked by boys playing football, waiting for it to be over) don’t mind very much and are pretty willing to help me become decent at it. And hey, it’s not like I didn’t help my team score. Well, I didn’t actually kick the ball right through the goalkeeper’s legs but I did get it as far, didn’t I?

Plus I got to prove that I’m not as frail as I look. I was hit by the ball full-on directly above my tenders when Andy was kicking the ball back in and I was trying to block of one of the lads from the opposing team. Just imagine what would’ve happened if he’d made a one degree difference in kicking it! It would’ve hit my boob! ONE DEGREE, I TELL YOU. But it didn’t really hurt that much, I’m just well glad that I was hit right above my you-know-what instead of going home with a flat right boob. Ah, the rigours of being a girl. And a second time, I was bashed in the face by a reasonably brawny guy while trying to defend the ball and I think my lower lip is internally bleeding.  But this dispels the popular yet untrue theory about me being fragile. I AM NOT FRAGILE I TELL YOU. NOT. FRAGILE. [bites]

Anyway, there’s plenty of time for practice and I suppose it is time I live up to my much-associated-to-football name, right? After a rather wet P.E., we had BM [yawns]. The teacher spent it lecturing us all over again; it seems everyone’s flunked the recent BM test. I can honestly say I haven’t really ever tried getting an A for BM. The rest of the morning was pretty uneventful after that.

I think I was pretty muddled though from the hours of 7 am till 12 noon today. I walked into the wrong classroom (this one wasn’t really embarrassing, I was deeply immersed in reading the seventh Potter book and I just walked into the classroom only to find that 7^th period Geography wasn’t over yet, I can honestly say I wasn’t paying very much attention where I was going and why), said hi’s to the wrong people (people I don’t ever talk to) and evidently flushed my own things down the toilet by accident. DAMMIT. And that was my ONLY pen!

After school, we stayed back for N-Day rehearsals. We were dismissed early and spent about an hour trying out different versions of tag and ended up completely exhausted, close to hyperventilation and clothes drenched in sweat. It was glorious fun chasing each other round the basketball court slash football field slash parking lot. We (we being Mina, Richelle, Shin, Danice, Izaq, Mickko, Eunice, Hanee, Nicks, Aikks and myself) were extremely ravenous after that and went off to Mamih for drinks and a plate of satay.

We got back to school a quarter after five and hung about at the flagpoles. Oh, and this “hot” lad showed up and the remaining girls went simply gaga over him. I’ve seen him around picking up his younger brother and sister and he seems to be about 17 to 18 years old (I could be completely wrong, he could be like, I don’t know, 26?).

Gosh, Richelle, Shin, Aikks and Mina (yes, Mina as well, isn’t that weird?) were all, “He’s hot, he’s hot, he’s sooooo hot” and when he went in the school building, they remained in faithful vigil, waiting for him to come outside just so they could repeat the “he’s so hot” mantra over again. So hilarious. Well, girls shall be girls. And you wonder why I wasn’t in it? Nahh, he doesn’t interest me much. I went right up to him, got a vaguely good look and he seems about 6.5-7 out of 10 by my rating, but who am I to judge? The other girls rated him about 9 to 10. O-kay. They even followed him as he left in his car and watched him drive away (they even followed him down the frigging hill I think)

Gee. It’s just so funny watching your own friends going wild over new eye-candy. It doesn’t happen very often around here, so I’m not being absurd. I wonder what would happen next time we see him around again. They’ll probably literally follow him, all the while giggling and attempting to get within a one-foot radius of him. Hahaha. Now that’s something funny to watch. For me, I mean.

That’s pretty much a decent summary of school today. An afflictive yet enjoyable round of soccer (my team won), playing tag, getting madly confused, drinks at Mamih, going gag over newfound eye-candy and just plain old enjoying-each-other’s-company. I’d give today a 7 of 10. Not bad. Not bad at all. 

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Okay, so sleep might be the fastest way to get anywhere. The only problem is falling asleep. I doubt I’d get a wink of sleep tonight due to being so excited and ecstatic tomorrow. (Funny how all the words relating to/depicting extreme giddiness about something start with the letter ‘E’ i.e. euphoric, ecstatic, excitement, epiphany? Nah, not epiphany, oh, I know! Epic. EPIC.)

If I don’t get any sleep tonight then... tomorrow will be a disaster. Instead of laughing away telling bad jokes to each other... we’ll end up snoring! OH, NO. KARMA. KAARRRMMAAAAAAA! I need a lullaby. Owl City, sing me song. Ahhhh.  

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“Hello?”
“Hello?”
“Hi, uh, is this Josh?”
“Yeah, who’s this?”
(in a very, very eager & enthusiastic way)
“HI.”
“Uh..”
“Chelsea’s looking for you!”
“Um, where is she?”
“At her house. But she’s really worried that you’re not talking to her!”
“No.”
“Well, I’m gonna hang up now. Bye.”
“Okay. Bye.”
“Hanging up.”

*beep*beep*beep*

WHY AM I SO CONCERNED ANYWAY?!?!

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