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  Better not try Opera, I puked when I did.
  Miraculously enough, Mozilla
  Firefox kinda works too, phew.
  BUT. Not very well of course.
  NSN & MF can't see the Jscript
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kein.
- pronounced KAY-n.
- not to be confused with kelvin.
- the B's: basketball & books.
- singing, photography, movies.
 
the poook.
- The once in a blue moon contributor
 
ReL
- kein's sis.
- yet another once-in-a-blue-moon blogger.
- more to come eventually?
 
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iam tandem - an old story.
read it, download it here.
 
rainingberry auctions, lotsa stuff for sale. check it out! :O
 
brother sketch's niche ;)
 
the leongster's shots.
 
estee's dreams.
 
the recluse's pixels.
 
khelath's boredom.
 
cher's recipes 'n such.
 
maddox's best page in the universe.
 
rich burlew's OOTS comic strips, thrice a week!

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i still bled my brains dry and spent ten odd hours debugging the damn alignment 'tho. *makes a face*
 
 
 
 
 
 

Tuesday, November 2

Dreams Are Scary

- poook, posted at 9:00 PM.

Last night, I had a bad dream.

But I'm lazy to write, so stare at the picture below and try to understand.



In this dream, we are factory workers supervising a production line. What do we make? Giant pliers that can crush your hand into tofu with one gentle squeeze. Too bad such things don't exist in RL.

Anyway, I was busy with my work [actually, all I did was to look at the conveyor belt. talk about easy work :D] when my mentor suddenly spoke up.

"It's 1720hrs now. When it's 1730hrs, collect 72 pliers and pack up." [72 is the number of workers in the classroom. Don't ask me how I knew, I just knew.]

"Okay."

"By the way, the Boss said that you all are supposed to buy up the rest of the stock."

"WHAT?!"

We had made about 7000 pliers that day. If each plier costs 10 cents, 7000 pliers would cost $700.

And the good news is that each plier doesn't cost 10 cents.

"What?"

"Why the fuck do we have to buy up all the leftovers?"

She looked at me like I just asked her what my penis was for.

"Because the Boss want us to start a new batch everyday. No leftovers."

"...Why don't we sell the leftovers?"

Suddenly, she screamed at the top of her voice,

"CHAOOOOOO CHEEEEEEEEE BYEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

I was shocked. Literally.

It's like you're peacefully shitting halfway, scratching your balls..and suddenly the toilet bowl started screaming at you and exploded.

THAT kind of shock.

"NO! CANNOT SELL!"

"Why? All we have to do is to rent a shop for a day! One day is all we need to..."

"CHEEEEEEEE BYEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

She screamed at such a high pitch that my balls were going to pop out of their sacks any moment.

"YOU CANNOT DO THAT!!! IT'S WRONG!! LISTEN TO ME!! IT'S WRONG!!"

"What's so wrong about earning money for ourselves?"

"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!! IT IS WRONGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!! WE CANNOT DO THIS!!!! YOU ALL MUST BUY UP THE LEFTOVERS!!!! LISTEN TO ME PLEASE!!!"

I promptly left the classroom. All of a sudden, I saw my schoolmates right in front of me. I know they're my schoolmates, but I only recognised two of them.

Suddenly, I heard someone scream my name. I turned around, and I saw The Incredible She-Hulk. And she was angry.

"COME BACK HERE YOU CHEE BYEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Shit.

I quickly forced myself to wake up. I opened my eyes, and touched my groin. Fortunately, me balls were still at where they belonged. I heaved a loud sigh of relief.

Talk about bad dreams.