Day of dream: This morning
I was at University of Dayton, but not quite. I thought it was UD, but it doesn't look anything like UD when I come to think about it now. The weather was good. It was sunny and warm-ish (relatively to Ohio weather). I was walking around campus, at a beautifully maintained garden (a little Greek god-ish). I had walked there many times. Yet today, I noticed that there was a building behind the bushes. A humble, but beautiful greek structure. It was as if the bushes had cleared the way to invite people in. I was curious. I couldn't believe I had missed such a beauty when I had walked by that place so many times.
There was a sign stating that there is an event going on (I didn't see the words, or I don't remember seeing the words no the board), with an arrow at the bottom indicating the location of the event. I walked toward the building, excited by the beauty of it, and also the event that I don't know about.
The interior was not as graceful as the exterior of the structure had demonstrated. It was small and crampy. There were several booths in there, about ten. They lined closed to one another. People were having trouble manuovering, even though the crowd was not thick. The atmosphere was one of an abandoned hall that was used because other locations were not available. I walked about the booths anyway. They are mostly about children education, with colorful toys and equipment to excite the young minds. While the hall was stuffy, the people there brought some life into it.
For one reason or another, NUS High School sent students to present some of their math ideas too. I recognized them by their school uniform. I was amused, and no doubt excited seeing my juniors here, where I least expected them to be. They did not share the same enthusiasm in the fair.
I moved around until the fair was dispersing. I volunteered to tidy up the place. I was alone there with another lady, who feels like a close aunt. The lady and I walked into an office, there were stuffed animals in there. I picked up the stuffed chicken. While I was looking at it, I had allowed its claws to touch my palm. I shiverred and dared not move. The lady took the chicken from me and examined it. Then she took another stuffed animal and tore it open by the neck. Then we heard footsteps. Without a second thought, I closed the door, leaving a small gap open. The man of the place asked me what was going on, he said that I was acting suspiciously, closing the door. (I don't even know why I did it. It is suspicious indeed.) I was scared. I stared out at him, and his eyes looked evil...
I woke. I remember very little. There were children around. Colors, toys, laughter. Orphans. I tried to remember the lady who was with me, my aunt. I asked the adults where she is. Everyone ignored me, thinking I am taking child talk. I was desperate. Then the evil man stood in front of me, with a gentle smile but evil eyes, daring me to ask the question again...
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Dreams Episode 30
Day of dream: this afternoon
Setting: airport-like place
Very confusing relationships...
I had a tiff with my husband (played by 郑炳辉). He was sort-of a bad guy, hot, chauvenistic, cared for me, a very loving husband in general, but he did bad things in his business. I felt repulsed by him, yet he loved me. I was one or two-months pregnant...
Anyway I was at the airport (I have no idea how I ended up there, and I don't think it was arrival or departure either), and I was in a bad mood (probably from my real-life tiff with my parents). My husband's brothers came to fetch me, his elder brother driving, and his younger brother in the passenger's seat. The elder brother can seldom make up his mind, and often does what he was told to do. The younger one was a adorable, carefree guy.
I took the back seat. And chatted with them. I was glad my husband could not make it to fetch me. I soon found out that he would be coming later, and was rather disappointed. The elder brother wanted to get something from the bookstore (weird...). The younger brother, noticing my gloom, asked the elder brother if he would find some joke-books to "cure" me (he was being soooo sweet). I decided that I would use the toilet, and excused myself.
While I was in the toilet, I had thoughts of "escaping" from my husband, wanting to avoid him. When I was leaving the toilet, I saw him approaching the vehicle. I ran back into the toilet and hid there. I was there for quite awhile. I thought about our marriage, about how much I loved him and yet repulsed him for all the bad things that he did. I thought about our baby growing in my tummy, and about our family...
I must have stayed in there for quite a while. He came looking for me. I wanted to hide from him. So I hid in the cubicle (a large comfortable one). Then I started bleeding... I was scared. I knew how much he cared about the baby. I wanted so much to see him, to run into his arms, for him to protect me and our baby, he would know what to do. Yet I also wished to avoid him, I didn't even know if I still want to baby...
Setting: airport-like place
Very confusing relationships...
I had a tiff with my husband (played by 郑炳辉). He was sort-of a bad guy, hot, chauvenistic, cared for me, a very loving husband in general, but he did bad things in his business. I felt repulsed by him, yet he loved me. I was one or two-months pregnant...
Anyway I was at the airport (I have no idea how I ended up there, and I don't think it was arrival or departure either), and I was in a bad mood (probably from my real-life tiff with my parents). My husband's brothers came to fetch me, his elder brother driving, and his younger brother in the passenger's seat. The elder brother can seldom make up his mind, and often does what he was told to do. The younger one was a adorable, carefree guy.
I took the back seat. And chatted with them. I was glad my husband could not make it to fetch me. I soon found out that he would be coming later, and was rather disappointed. The elder brother wanted to get something from the bookstore (weird...). The younger brother, noticing my gloom, asked the elder brother if he would find some joke-books to "cure" me (he was being soooo sweet). I decided that I would use the toilet, and excused myself.
While I was in the toilet, I had thoughts of "escaping" from my husband, wanting to avoid him. When I was leaving the toilet, I saw him approaching the vehicle. I ran back into the toilet and hid there. I was there for quite awhile. I thought about our marriage, about how much I loved him and yet repulsed him for all the bad things that he did. I thought about our baby growing in my tummy, and about our family...
I must have stayed in there for quite a while. He came looking for me. I wanted to hide from him. So I hid in the cubicle (a large comfortable one). Then I started bleeding... I was scared. I knew how much he cared about the baby. I wanted so much to see him, to run into his arms, for him to protect me and our baby, he would know what to do. Yet I also wished to avoid him, I didn't even know if I still want to baby...
Dreams Episode 29
Day of dream: many many nights ago
Setting: A row of rundown shop-houses
This is a story that reminds me of Hansel and Gretel... So for convenience sake, we'll call the brother Hansel and the (younger) sister Gretel.
Among the rows of rundown shop-houses, there was a particular house, where Hansel and Gretel lived. They did not go to school, but played all day while their father went to work and their mother do the chores.
There were very little people living in that area, especially no families. But thank goodness Hansel and Gretel have each other, and their imagination and taste for adventure. Next to their humble home lived a middle-aged spinster. She was a lean woman, who always wore robes that swept the floor. She kept a garden with queer vegetables, and had deliveries in boxes every week.
Hansel and Gretel were intimidated by their neighbor. But curiousity would put them behind their door, observing their neighbor from the distant. They were convinced she was a witch.
There is where I came in. I can barely remember how I get into the picture. I was exploring the area, the row of shop-houses just before where the siblings lived. It was the next alley, where the back of the next row of shop-houses are. The second shop-house had a short staircase leading up to a locked metal panel door. I found out that the hinge with the lock can be forced out, since the plaster around the hinge was worn.
One day, Hansel and Gretel decided to be adventurous and to explore their neighbor's place. Somehow I am convinced that a wizard living nearby tricked them into getting something for him. Well the siblings snuck in her house, and was found out. We tried running away. I brought them to where the locked metal panel door can be forced open. We clamberred up the stairs and through the door, and closed it behind us. I sat by the door, panting for breath. The magician in his clumsy robes beside me, and Hansel sat opposite me next to the closed door.
I watched the witch passed by, and returned to her house when she failed to find us. That was when Hansel noticed that Gretel was not with us. "The witch must have taken her," he exclaimed, "we must save her."
I said, "No way I am going back there." The magician was not willing either. Hansel wanted so much to save his sister. The magician thought it was a bad idea, since the witch needs the sacrifice of both a little boy and a little girl for her magic to work, and killing Gretel without her brother would not help in her magic. But Hansel feared for his sister's life (actually I think I remember something along the lines of Hansel fearing that he would not be able to answer to his parents...)
Despite the magician's protests, Hansel squirmed out of our tiny shared space, to save Gretel...
Setting: A row of rundown shop-houses
This is a story that reminds me of Hansel and Gretel... So for convenience sake, we'll call the brother Hansel and the (younger) sister Gretel.
Among the rows of rundown shop-houses, there was a particular house, where Hansel and Gretel lived. They did not go to school, but played all day while their father went to work and their mother do the chores.
There were very little people living in that area, especially no families. But thank goodness Hansel and Gretel have each other, and their imagination and taste for adventure. Next to their humble home lived a middle-aged spinster. She was a lean woman, who always wore robes that swept the floor. She kept a garden with queer vegetables, and had deliveries in boxes every week.
Hansel and Gretel were intimidated by their neighbor. But curiousity would put them behind their door, observing their neighbor from the distant. They were convinced she was a witch.
There is where I came in. I can barely remember how I get into the picture. I was exploring the area, the row of shop-houses just before where the siblings lived. It was the next alley, where the back of the next row of shop-houses are. The second shop-house had a short staircase leading up to a locked metal panel door. I found out that the hinge with the lock can be forced out, since the plaster around the hinge was worn.
One day, Hansel and Gretel decided to be adventurous and to explore their neighbor's place. Somehow I am convinced that a wizard living nearby tricked them into getting something for him. Well the siblings snuck in her house, and was found out. We tried running away. I brought them to where the locked metal panel door can be forced open. We clamberred up the stairs and through the door, and closed it behind us. I sat by the door, panting for breath. The magician in his clumsy robes beside me, and Hansel sat opposite me next to the closed door.
I watched the witch passed by, and returned to her house when she failed to find us. That was when Hansel noticed that Gretel was not with us. "The witch must have taken her," he exclaimed, "we must save her."
I said, "No way I am going back there." The magician was not willing either. Hansel wanted so much to save his sister. The magician thought it was a bad idea, since the witch needs the sacrifice of both a little boy and a little girl for her magic to work, and killing Gretel without her brother would not help in her magic. But Hansel feared for his sister's life (actually I think I remember something along the lines of Hansel fearing that he would not be able to answer to his parents...)
Despite the magician's protests, Hansel squirmed out of our tiny shared space, to save Gretel...
Saturday, April 25, 2009
A New Wish List
A list of things that I want to do, preferbly before school starts...
1. Learn sign language
2. Learn Latin
3. Read more books, magazines
4. Clean my room and throw out stuff that I don't "love"
5. Dance -- already taking up Lyrical Jazz
6. Take up singing
7. Check out on ACManiacs and see if there's any hope of bringing it back to life again, and set to it
8. Learn to cook, starting with pasta, and fried eggs...
9. Bake for my lovely canoe polo juniors
10. Go cable-skiing
11. Go wakeboarding -- probably joining a one-day class in May
12. Scuba diving trip -- need to save up enough for this
13. Bungee-jumping, then sky-diving
14. Go travelling in the middle-east (I have always been intrigued by it)
And more....
1. Learn sign language
2. Learn Latin
3. Read more books, magazines
4. Clean my room and throw out stuff that I don't "love"
5. Dance -- already taking up Lyrical Jazz
6. Take up singing
7. Check out on ACManiacs and see if there's any hope of bringing it back to life again, and set to it
8. Learn to cook, starting with pasta, and fried eggs...
9. Bake for my lovely canoe polo juniors
10. Go cable-skiing
11. Go wakeboarding -- probably joining a one-day class in May
12. Scuba diving trip -- need to save up enough for this
13. Bungee-jumping, then sky-diving
14. Go travelling in the middle-east (I have always been intrigued by it)
And more....
Friday, January 09, 2009
Dreams Episode 28
Day of dream: last night
Setting: A castle-cottage hybrid
This story may seem a little weird, with Harry Potter characters, and Pusing Daisies twist. The story, as usual, may not make sense at all... I'd admit, it is weird.
I glanced at the walls, and wonder if they only appeared grey and brownish because I am dreaming. The empty vault reflected how cold it would be if it weren't for the layers of Harry Potter robes I was wearing. I was wearing Harry Potter black robes, completed with a crest! They did make me feel fatter. But most importantly, they make me feel like Harry Potter. Was I him? Who exactly am I. Wait I see a boy with silver hair. I guess that must me Malfoy. There seemed to be an arguement. I can't quite remember what it was about now...
Malfoy stormed out. I could see him from the outside. He was furious. Turning to the list of plaque with the long list of principles' names engraved in wooden plates throughout history, he tore some of them out, and ran off. The people in the office came after him, and realized the missing plates from the plaque. Malfoy was terrified. (Suddenly I was in front of him) I urged him to discard the plates. He threw some of the window, but kept some in hope of who-knows-what. We continued running, and the threw the plates into a corner, the corner with two doors that lead to my room and Ron's room respectively. The plates *magically* stuck themselves to Ron's door, like metal to magnet.
Those people with authority caught up, and intended to find out who took the plates from the plaque. They found them on Ron's room, and insisted that Ron was the culprit. I was devasted, wanting to tell the truth, yet I promised Malfoy to keep my mouth shut. I tried to buy time. Pacing forward and backward... Trying to dissuade them into believing that Ron is behind the missing plates.
Those people with authority were discussing, and seems to think that a dead person who came back walking, also known as the un-dead, might be behind this. It was true that an un-dead was around, and at that moment, they were trying to figure out who that might be. I stared out of the window that leads to a beautiful garden, thinking hard. Then something caught my eye. A young lady in a retro dress (the kind of nice dresses that you'll find in Pushing Daisies) was rinsing herself hard at the tap. I turned around and said, "Look that woman there is rinsing herself so hard, and why would that be? Perhaps she was trying to rinse off her decaying smell so that bugs and worms would not feed on her. She is the one you're looking for!"
Setting: A castle-cottage hybrid
This story may seem a little weird, with Harry Potter characters, and Pusing Daisies twist. The story, as usual, may not make sense at all... I'd admit, it is weird.
I glanced at the walls, and wonder if they only appeared grey and brownish because I am dreaming. The empty vault reflected how cold it would be if it weren't for the layers of Harry Potter robes I was wearing. I was wearing Harry Potter black robes, completed with a crest! They did make me feel fatter. But most importantly, they make me feel like Harry Potter. Was I him? Who exactly am I. Wait I see a boy with silver hair. I guess that must me Malfoy. There seemed to be an arguement. I can't quite remember what it was about now...
Malfoy stormed out. I could see him from the outside. He was furious. Turning to the list of plaque with the long list of principles' names engraved in wooden plates throughout history, he tore some of them out, and ran off. The people in the office came after him, and realized the missing plates from the plaque. Malfoy was terrified. (Suddenly I was in front of him) I urged him to discard the plates. He threw some of the window, but kept some in hope of who-knows-what. We continued running, and the threw the plates into a corner, the corner with two doors that lead to my room and Ron's room respectively. The plates *magically* stuck themselves to Ron's door, like metal to magnet.
Those people with authority caught up, and intended to find out who took the plates from the plaque. They found them on Ron's room, and insisted that Ron was the culprit. I was devasted, wanting to tell the truth, yet I promised Malfoy to keep my mouth shut. I tried to buy time. Pacing forward and backward... Trying to dissuade them into believing that Ron is behind the missing plates.
Those people with authority were discussing, and seems to think that a dead person who came back walking, also known as the un-dead, might be behind this. It was true that an un-dead was around, and at that moment, they were trying to figure out who that might be. I stared out of the window that leads to a beautiful garden, thinking hard. Then something caught my eye. A young lady in a retro dress (the kind of nice dresses that you'll find in Pushing Daisies) was rinsing herself hard at the tap. I turned around and said, "Look that woman there is rinsing herself so hard, and why would that be? Perhaps she was trying to rinse off her decaying smell so that bugs and worms would not feed on her. She is the one you're looking for!"
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Dreams Episode 27
Day of dream: a few nights ago
Setting: in the middle of a town, then to a holiday cottage in a village
I was a superhero, using my super powers to save the world from dangers. After a recent mission in a small town, I started to wonder what it would be like to live for myself, to love and be loved, and for once can care less about the misfortunes of the world. I told my partner about how I felt, and he/she supported my decision, and agreed that I should take a break. I was doubtful for awhile, yet with his/her encouragement, I took flight (literally) to search for my love.
Important sidenote -- while i was flying, I felt the same way when I was flying in Dreams episode 16. Although I was not on a flying vechile/machine in this dream (I was flying even without wings), I had trouble controlling my direction. I continued to ascend, even when I would like to fly closer to the ground. Conscious attempt to descend failed.
Soon I arrived at a village, with a beautiful cottage. I knocked on it and entered. This was the holiday cottage of a demi-royalty, decorated to resemble a true cottage, yet the rooms are modern in its decorations. Then suddenly, my eyes met his, and at that moment I knew that he was the one whom I was looking for. Yet before I could know more of him, he was ushered by his parents to accompany a lady to the lake, while I was invited to sit at the dining table by the window, overlooking the lake near the cottage.
I was served with tea and cookies, on elegant dining ware. Yet my mind was not on the food in front of me, but on the lake and the couple peddling on the water in a swan ship. I did not remember his face from our brief encounter. Thus I stared, hoping to get a better look of his face from this distance. He was gentlemanly and charming no doubt, engaging in a conversation with his company. I was not the only one paying attention to the activities on the lake. His mother commented that the girl whom he was escorting, having known each other for several years, and being of high-birth, was a perfect match for him. There was nothing I could do, except to stare, and pray for his speedy return.
I did not say much during the wait. Finally, after what seems like forever, he returned with his company. His mother anxiously enquired about their development. While he avoided questions and provided ambigious answers to the necessary ones, I admired his every tiniest movement. After the gentle interogation from his mother, he asked me gently if I would like to make a trip to the lake. His mother said that it was unnecessary, and that it was getting dark. He turned to me and searched for an answer with his gentle eyes, I smiled. Then to his mother, he insisted that he would bring me to the lake, and helped me prepare to go outdoors...
Setting: in the middle of a town, then to a holiday cottage in a village
I was a superhero, using my super powers to save the world from dangers. After a recent mission in a small town, I started to wonder what it would be like to live for myself, to love and be loved, and for once can care less about the misfortunes of the world. I told my partner about how I felt, and he/she supported my decision, and agreed that I should take a break. I was doubtful for awhile, yet with his/her encouragement, I took flight (literally) to search for my love.
Important sidenote -- while i was flying, I felt the same way when I was flying in Dreams episode 16. Although I was not on a flying vechile/machine in this dream (I was flying even without wings), I had trouble controlling my direction. I continued to ascend, even when I would like to fly closer to the ground. Conscious attempt to descend failed.
Soon I arrived at a village, with a beautiful cottage. I knocked on it and entered. This was the holiday cottage of a demi-royalty, decorated to resemble a true cottage, yet the rooms are modern in its decorations. Then suddenly, my eyes met his, and at that moment I knew that he was the one whom I was looking for. Yet before I could know more of him, he was ushered by his parents to accompany a lady to the lake, while I was invited to sit at the dining table by the window, overlooking the lake near the cottage.
I was served with tea and cookies, on elegant dining ware. Yet my mind was not on the food in front of me, but on the lake and the couple peddling on the water in a swan ship. I did not remember his face from our brief encounter. Thus I stared, hoping to get a better look of his face from this distance. He was gentlemanly and charming no doubt, engaging in a conversation with his company. I was not the only one paying attention to the activities on the lake. His mother commented that the girl whom he was escorting, having known each other for several years, and being of high-birth, was a perfect match for him. There was nothing I could do, except to stare, and pray for his speedy return.
I did not say much during the wait. Finally, after what seems like forever, he returned with his company. His mother anxiously enquired about their development. While he avoided questions and provided ambigious answers to the necessary ones, I admired his every tiniest movement. After the gentle interogation from his mother, he asked me gently if I would like to make a trip to the lake. His mother said that it was unnecessary, and that it was getting dark. He turned to me and searched for an answer with his gentle eyes, I smiled. Then to his mother, he insisted that he would bring me to the lake, and helped me prepare to go outdoors...
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Dreams Episode 26
Day of dream: a few nights ago
Setting: cruise on a legend ship, olden english style
Me and my three girlfriends (not anyone I know of in my waking life) went on a cruise on this old english ship, built out of beautiful wood which age resonates in its matted reflection. Not an inch of cold metal can be found, with the exception of dining utensils, which makes the ship feels lighter, warmer, and more personal. Despite being built out of wood, the trusted construction and engineering has allowed the ship to hold cabins, entertainment facilities, and room for amateur explorers.
We left our stuff in our rooms (either not shown in dream, or I could not remember it), changed into calf-length casual dresses that matched the time and taste of the ship, and proceeded to the dinning room. We were seated on a small round table, which were matched with wooden chairs. While our coffee and tea were served in delicate china and silver tea-spoons, the captain joined us. He was in his mid thirties, a well-built man with wide shoulders, topped with a handsome head, great hair, and a charming personality. It did not take long before we were engaged in a friendly dialogue.
In the middle of a conversation, one of them (let's name her Anne) excused herself to the washroom. Upon seeing that Jennie (given name) has taken a keen interest in the captain, my friend and I both excused ourselves to give Jennie and the captain a little time alone, which was gracefully consented by the captain. We met Anne outside the washroom, and speculated about Jennie and the captain.
Thinking that enough time has been given, we returned to the dining area, expecting Jennie and the captain the gaze lovingly into each other's eyes. Yet the sight that greeted us shocked us. In the captain's uniform was not the handsome man, but a strong slimey sea monster with skin from the ocean drapped on a human frame. He was grabbing at Jennie's waist, seemingly unaware of her stuggle and screams.
We were dazed, until the monster shifted his stare to us. Those half-human-half-monster eyes were filled with hatred, and fear. We screamed, and ran down the narrow corridor, when suddenly, the wooden planks beneath our feet gave way to our heels...
Setting: cruise on a legend ship, olden english style
Me and my three girlfriends (not anyone I know of in my waking life) went on a cruise on this old english ship, built out of beautiful wood which age resonates in its matted reflection. Not an inch of cold metal can be found, with the exception of dining utensils, which makes the ship feels lighter, warmer, and more personal. Despite being built out of wood, the trusted construction and engineering has allowed the ship to hold cabins, entertainment facilities, and room for amateur explorers.
We left our stuff in our rooms (either not shown in dream, or I could not remember it), changed into calf-length casual dresses that matched the time and taste of the ship, and proceeded to the dinning room. We were seated on a small round table, which were matched with wooden chairs. While our coffee and tea were served in delicate china and silver tea-spoons, the captain joined us. He was in his mid thirties, a well-built man with wide shoulders, topped with a handsome head, great hair, and a charming personality. It did not take long before we were engaged in a friendly dialogue.
In the middle of a conversation, one of them (let's name her Anne) excused herself to the washroom. Upon seeing that Jennie (given name) has taken a keen interest in the captain, my friend and I both excused ourselves to give Jennie and the captain a little time alone, which was gracefully consented by the captain. We met Anne outside the washroom, and speculated about Jennie and the captain.
Thinking that enough time has been given, we returned to the dining area, expecting Jennie and the captain the gaze lovingly into each other's eyes. Yet the sight that greeted us shocked us. In the captain's uniform was not the handsome man, but a strong slimey sea monster with skin from the ocean drapped on a human frame. He was grabbing at Jennie's waist, seemingly unaware of her stuggle and screams.
We were dazed, until the monster shifted his stare to us. Those half-human-half-monster eyes were filled with hatred, and fear. We screamed, and ran down the narrow corridor, when suddenly, the wooden planks beneath our feet gave way to our heels...
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Shape your path
from Mr. Andrew, Bio class...
1 good and valid reason to drink lots of beer!
"Accidentally" drink a little methanol (make sure its just a little, any more of it will kill you). Then you can drink as much beer as you like, on the basis that it is necessary to save your life.
This is because methanol poisoning is a result of methanol binding to some enzyme in your body. By introducing alcohol, it reduces the chances of this binding as alcohol shares a similar structure as methanol. The O-H on both molecules compete for binding at the binding-site of the enzyme. As we learn in biology, in competitive inhibition, the substrate with the higher concentration has a higher rate of sucess at binding. Drinking lots of beer increases the concentration of alcohol in your body, reducing the rate of sucessful methanol binding, and thus reducing the risk of methanol poisoning.
WARNING: Methanol is a dangerous chemical to triffle with, especially when you are consuming it. And while you may not die from methanol poisoning, alcohol overdose can kill you, in various methods.
1 good and valid reason to drink lots of beer!
"Accidentally" drink a little methanol (make sure its just a little, any more of it will kill you). Then you can drink as much beer as you like, on the basis that it is necessary to save your life.
This is because methanol poisoning is a result of methanol binding to some enzyme in your body. By introducing alcohol, it reduces the chances of this binding as alcohol shares a similar structure as methanol. The O-H on both molecules compete for binding at the binding-site of the enzyme. As we learn in biology, in competitive inhibition, the substrate with the higher concentration has a higher rate of sucess at binding. Drinking lots of beer increases the concentration of alcohol in your body, reducing the rate of sucessful methanol binding, and thus reducing the risk of methanol poisoning.
WARNING: Methanol is a dangerous chemical to triffle with, especially when you are consuming it. And while you may not die from methanol poisoning, alcohol overdose can kill you, in various methods.
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