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Happy Valentine’s Day

February 14, 2004 by HB

valentine entreprenours

The photo above shows the enterprising people of Kuching setting up
stalls selling Valentine’s Day goods along the major roadsides to
remind forgetful people that today is V Day (and also serves a life
line of the tardy ones among us who waits till the last minute). It’s
along most of the city roads, there’s even cars stopping on roadsides
with speakers on full blast and the occupants selling flowers. It’s a
booming business, or so it seems. 😉

Anyway, here’s ours:

For Her

hb present

It’s one of those gigantic cards. I put the present in it, since it fits. 🙂

For Him

ll present

that’s a customized keychain with our names on it. 🙂 This is not
the present though, it would be a little late due to Amazon orders, but
it’s “Good Chemistry: The Life and Legacy of Valium Inventor Leo
Sternbach” – the hardcover book that came out recently that I’ve really
wanted! Thanks! =D Happy Valentine’s Day and I love you, Louisa!

Here’s a alternate link for those of you who do not like the commercialism of Valentine’s Day:

Sucessfully bribing the nurse after failed doctor shopping [castitas.com]

Here at sixthseal.com, our aim is to cater for everyone. 😉

castitas.com is still alive, I’ve decided not to let it go into
hibernation. I’ll post there under the “veritas” nick once in a while
and announce posts here, but only about legal things like
benzodiazepines.

Murder! She wrote…

January 9, 2004 by HB

There were drips of blood in the room…no body was found, but the
blood wasn’t voluminous enough to suggest that someone died from it. It
was a mystery though. Who did the blood belong to? What happened in
this god forsaken room? Why am I posting about it? Burning questions
that only an intoxicated mind could think up. Burning like…like
something combustible. Worthy of an Agatha Christy novel, but I
couldn’t be bothered.

Scene: A few dismal drops of blood in a room. What happened and why and who and what and but and lah and di and dah.

Answer: Fucking veritas broke his meth pipe in my room,
resulting in me stepping on the glass and embedding a small piece into
me. Dickhead. 😉

OIC (10th Organization of Islamic Conference)

October 13, 2003 by HB

This Islamic summit is going on from the 11th to the 18th of October. It can lead to interesting conversations, such as this:

Boss: Why you late?
Me: OIC…
Boss: OIC.

Okay, so that conversation didn’t happen, I woke up nice and early
and got into the office 30 minutes before official work hours coz I
thought there would be road blocks and traffic jams so I used the
LRT/bus.

I’ve been wanting to use that snippet of conversation the past week…what a lame sense of humor I have. 😉

KL air pollution

September 17, 2003 by HB

The atmospheric conditions today made everything smoggy this
evening. The photo was taken at around 6 pm today in front of Suria
KLCC, I’ve never seen KL this polluted before…the traffic made things
worse with the vehicular exhaust output, it was surprisingly smoky this
evening. Personally, it’s the first time I’ve seen it this smoke
filled, perhaps it was coz of the humidity today. Interesting, but not
enjoyable for a pedestrian…

Nestle Fitness Promotional Giveaway @ Kenanga International, KL

September 5, 2003 by HB

I saw this Nestle Fitness cereal promotion going on at the ground
floor of Kenanga International (office building where I work) when I
came in this morning. There were two girls giving away cereal – got
them to pose for a photo, my apologies for the quality – I used force
flash to avoid motion blur.

The cereal they were giving out for free – Nestle Fitness and a
“Save RM 1.00 with a purchase of Nestle Fitness, Nestle Almond Clusters
or Nestle Banana-Nut Clusters” coupon.

Here’s a close up of the Nestle Fitness cereal.

I ate it with Horlicks, couldn’t find milk in the office kitchen.
What does it taste like? Cornflakes, but then everything tastes like
cornflakes to me.

Thanks for the comments on my piece of art in the previous post. 😉 I have to start work now, will reply later ya.

I answer to me

July 31, 2003 by HB

NOFX – Lori Meyers
(right click, save target as)
[2:20 minutes 128 KBPS STEREO 44KHZ 2.14 MB .mp3]

[Edit: Mp3 deleted. Won’t want to eat into my August bandwidth, I have to pay several GB extra this month as it is. :)]

Lori Meyers used to live upstairs
Our parents had been friends for years
Almost every afternoon we’d play forbidden games
At nine years old there’s no such thing

It wasn’t recognition of her face
What brought me back, was a familiar mark
As it flashed across the screen
I bought some magazines, some video tape scenes
Incriminating acts, I felt that I could save

“Who the hell are you to tell me how to live my life?
You think I sell my body? I merely sell my time!
I ain’t no Cinderella, I ain’t waitin’ for no prince,
To save me, in fact until just now, I was doin’ just fine!
And on and on…”

“I know what degregation feels like,
I felt it on the floor at the factory,
Where I worked long before,
I took control!
Now I answer to me!
The 50K I make this year will go anywhere I please!
Where’s the problem?”

Disclaimer: The photo above is from my personal stock photo
collection – this one was taken last year, protected by public
photography laws, and has no causal relationship with the lyrics,
implied or otherwise.

Nitrous Oxide

June 15, 2003 by HB

Hi, I’m veritas and this is “Just say N2O”.

Laughing gas. Nitrous oxide is usually found in cartridges sold as
“whipped cream chargers”. These beauties are about the size of your
index finger and makes a nice clinking sound which tends to produce a
Pavlov reaction. 🙂 The first time I’ve seen nitrous oxide used
recreationally was when I was 12 years old. I saw this friend of mine
take a whipped cream bottle and depress the trigger in a particular way
while inhaling the gas. He offered me the bottle, but I declined to try
it, having read horror stories about inhalant use and brain damage.

Fast forward to a decade later, I’m much more knowledgeable about
recreational drug use, and I’ve had quite a bit of experience under my
belt. I am now aware that even though nitrous is classified as an
“inhalant”, the use is this particular substance is not linked to brain
damage the same way other inhalants like Freon, gasoline and toluene
are. I’ve had a lot of drugs, but this particular recreational
substance seems to have been left on the side in pursuit of “harder”
substances.

Do not inhale!

Inhaling from a whipped cream bottle does not seem to produce the
level of effects which a cartridge filled balloon does, so I finally
got hold of some N20 cartridges today. The recreational use of nitrous
oxide requires the cream charger cartridges, a “cracker” and a balloon.
The cracker is a contraption which pierces the cartridge and releases
the (very cold) nitrous oxide on the other side, which would ideally be
occupied by a balloon. This cracker is made by the resourceful CT:

The open threaded end is where the balloon fits over and the other
side can be screwed apart to fit a cartridge in and then screwed in,
piercing the seal and filling the balloon. Very nifty device. Each
cartridge seems to be able to fill a balloon, and that volume is just
comfortable for my lungs to inhale. I have read about people being able
to inhale two cartridges, I am very impressed! I smoke cigarettes and
marijuana, and I think I can hold a fair bit of stuff in my lungs but
one cartridge is already enough to fill my lung to capacity.

How does nitrous feel like? Three words: Nitrous is fun! 🙂 No, that smiley doesn’t count as a word. CT
has a very good technique he passed on, basically you hyperventilate
for about 30 seconds, and during the last breath out, breath out
completely, attach balloon to mouth, inhale and hold that motherfucker
in for as long as you can. Well, like I said, I smoke so I am
comfortable with inhaling stuff. The rush of the sweet (it really does
taste sweet, I swear) gas into my lungs produced a head rush and I held
it in for a full minute and suddenly (I was sitting on the floor), I
dropped backwards and laid prone on the floor.

It’s quite obvious whipping cream is the last thing on my mind

I had the presence of mind (I have been reading too much H.P.
Lovecraft) to exhale the lungful of gas + carbon monoxide back into the
balloon for “recycling”. I remember NOFX – Idiots are Taking Over
playing and the music sounds good, but distorted…and clichéd as it
sounds, I started laughing my ass off. I inhaled the recycled gas and
held it in for another minute and everything started getting distorted
and that seemed even funnier. I was lying on the floor and I dropped my
hand over my face and realized that my face is numb! I did it again and
again and that was fun for a while, until the nitrous wore off.

How a cracker works

Yep, I loaded another cartridge, and then another one, and then
another one. 🙂 I also smoked some cannabis, and man, nitrous feel so
much better while on weed! It is quite compulsive too, I kept on
loading cartridges and refilling balloons (all the while enjoying the
ice cold cracker feeling) until every single one was gone. I did “burn”
(the opposite of burn anyway) my finger one time…I didn’t realize I was
holding on to the icy cracker for a long time and it left a mark on my
index finger.

Nitrous oxide in the cartridge is a very cold gas and the cracker
will become icy cold after a few iterations. I don’t think you’ll
actually hurt yourself seriously this way though. This is a very fun
substance indeed, I can’t wait to try it while under the influence of
other things…I would try it again on mushrooms soon, I hear it’s a
blast! 😉

Now, where did I put those Nurofen Plus tablets? I have a headache…

Oliver Twist 2003

June 10, 2003 by HB

Oliver asks for more

The room in which the boys were fed, was a large stone hall, with a
copper at one end: out of which the master, dressed in an apron for the
purpose, and assisted by one or two women, ladled the meth at
mealtimes. Of this festive composition each boy had one line, and no
more — except on occasions of great public rejoicing, when he had two
points and a quarter of clonazepam besides. The bowls never wanted
washing. The boys polished them with their straws till they shone
again; and when they had performed this operation, (which never took
very long, the straws being nearly as large as the lines,) they would
sit staring at the stash, with such eager eyes, as if they could have
devoured the very bricks of which it was composed; employing
themselves, meanwhile, in sucking their straws most assiduously, with
the view of catching up any stray specks of powder that might have been
cast thereon. Boys have generally excellent appetites. Oliver Twist and
his companions suffered the tortures of slow sedation for three months;
at last they got so voracious and wild with sleepiness, that one boy:
who was tall for his age, and hadn’t been used to that sort of thing,
(for his father had kept a small meth cook’s shop): hinted darkly to
his companions, that unless he had another gram of methamphetamine per
diem, he was afraid he might some night happen to eat the boy who slept
next him, who happened to be a weakly youth of tender age. He had a
wild, hungry, eye; and they implicitly believed him. A council was
held; lots were cast who should walk up to the master after supper that
evening, and ask for more; and it fell to Oliver Twist.

The evening arrived; the boys took their places. The master, in his
cook’s uniform, stationed himself at the copper; his pauper assistants
ranged themselves behind him; the meth was served out; and a long grace
was said over the short commons. The meth disappeared; the boys
whispered each other, and winked at Oliver; while his next neighbors
nudged him. Child as he was, he was desperate with sleepiness, and
reckless with fatigue. He rose from the table; and advancing to the
master, basin and straw in hand, said: somewhat alarmed at his own
temerity:

“Please, sir, I want some more meth.”

The master was a fat, healthy man; but he turned very pale. He gazed
in stupefied astonishment on the small rebel for some seconds; and then
clung for support to the copper. The assistants were paralyzed with
wonder; the boys with fear.

“What!” said the master at length, in a faint voice.

“Please, sir,” replied Oliver, “I want some more meth.”

The master aimed a blow at Oliver’s head with the ladle; pinioned him in his arms; and shrieked aloud for the beadle.

– butchered from Charles Dickens original work (copyright expired)

Oliver took clonazepam to sleep last night.
Oliver had an exam today.
Oliver had a line of meth before taking the exam.
Oliver still felt sleepy during the exam. (curses clonazepam)
Oliver did not perform at maximum capacity.
…but Oliver did well anyway.
🙂

GABA – it’s not just a genre of music (that’s gabba)

May 24, 2003 by HB

I am so sleepy right now. I had a nice, long sleep from 12 pm to
nearly 10 pm but only the first 6 hours was any good…large cymbals
clashing over my face would not rouse me. It might give me a nosebleed,
but I’ll still be asleep. 😉 Unfortunately, the increased binding of
GABA to my GABA_A receptors and the resulting opening of the
chloride channel to promote the entry of Cl- which leads to
hyperpolarization and inhibited cellular excitation started to decrease
when I was 6 hours into my nice slumber. I’m being intentionally
obscure here, if you haven’t noticed. 🙂

Anyway, I started to wake frequently after 6 hours – my neighbor
closing her door, our floor’s phone ringing, the resulting knocking on
doors and shouts of “phone call”, even the fucking toilet flushing made
me wake up. It’s all good though, I feel pretty rested but still
slightly sedated, but we’ll fix that later with some…caffeine of
course, what did you think I was going to say? Well, I’ll be off to
McDonald’s with my mates soon, and then it’s no sleep till Monday as I
finish up my written assignments this big fuck off coding assignment
which I haven’t even started. I had better get my laundry done too,
before I have to resort to re-wearing dirty underwear. The photo above
was taken outside the McDonalds we usually go to – it’s a mural of some
sort, with a caricature of someone with the Maccas Krew…thought it was
Simon Creen at first, but his facial features do not look the one in
the deco after a second look.

P/S – Thanks for commenting everyone, I’ll reply when I get back.

Powder in foil and everything else in baggies

May 13, 2003 by HB

Getting methamphetamine in a baggie is…interesting. 🙂 Not to bag
(no pun intended) on my contact, he’s a nice guy, but getting powder in
plastic baggies presents a logistical challenge – how to get all of the
powder out. The properties of powder makes it stick to the side of
plastic, so even after I transfer everything into aluminium foil,
there’s still remnants of powder sticking to the sides. Unless you’re
planning to inject (which I’m not – I only insufflate meth) there isn’t
any easy and hygienic way to get the remnants out that I know of. If
you’re wondering, I flooded the baggie with a bit of water, alkalized
my stomach and swallowed the water + remnants of meth. Yeah, I know, I
know, that’s disgusting, I don’t know where that baggie has been etc
etc. 😉 The risk of doing that isn’t really much though, worst I can
get is a stomach ache. My philosophy is – waste not, want not. Does
anyone have any ideas about how to get powder out of a baggie without
the water method? I’ll love to know, and my stomach thanks you in
advance. =D

P/S – This post describes events in the past and all of the substance in question has already been consumed. I am no longer in possession of any illegal substances!