Pantone memories, greyscale eyes

Infected Mushroom – Classical Mushroom [sixthseal.com]
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[9:18 minutes 192 KBPS STEREO 44.1KHZ 12.7 MB .mp3]

[Edit: MP3 deleted]

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I don’t know where that animated GIF came from. I got it in the
signature of an email from a friend and he doesn’t know where he got it
too. Oh well, these things tend to fall into public domain anyway. πŸ˜‰
The track is off IsrAliens 2 – Bizarro. Please be kind to my limited
bandwidth. πŸ™‚ It’s an Infected Mushroom one, but it sounds more
‘mainstream’ than the stuff they usually come out with. That makes it
easier to get into, give it a listen, you might like it enough to get
their other albums. Infected Mushroom makes great psy-trance, my
favourite track is still Tommy the Bat off The Gathering. That one just
blew my mind away the first time I heard it. Hmm…in fact all the tracks
in that album is great. Messy! πŸ™‚ MP3.com used to have a lot of their
tracks, but it’s all been replaced with Deeply Disturbed off their new
album.

Okay, I have an assignment due tomorrow, and I can’t write much so here’s my day in GREYSCALE photos:

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I saw this new display at the Caulfield campus B block first level
public art box. Captain America! This photo doesn’t look good in
greyscale…

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I noticed a very long queue for the 630 Huntingdale bus at the
Clayton campus bus loop when I came back. It usually is quite long at
around these hours, but I’ve never seen it grow to these proportions
before. Lack of detail at the back, I’m still learning how to take good
night photos. I took three – one with suppressed flash, one with full
flash, and one with “quick flash” (a fast and short flash before the
shutter opens). I found that quick flash works well in night photos,
but only in enclosed spaces, it doesn’t do much at all in wide open
areas like this. No flash produced the worst photo, hardly any detail
in it. Full flash wasn’t good (I already knew that, but just tried
anyway) too, it just artificially brightens the front people and hid
all detail at the back. The photo above is from the quick flash shoot,
which was the best shot in among the three. I used a sensitivity of ISO
400, aperture of f/0.8 and a shutter speed of 1/125s. Noise reduction
was also turned on, but it’s not exactly the best settings.

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This was what I saw when I got back. The Stairway 8 door’s lock has
been removed for some reason. No need for keys then. Back to
assignments…after 9 am today I’ll only have one left! =D Oh wait…it’s
past 4 am now, so that means…that means…*calculating in head*…I only
have 4 hours to complete this one! Fudge! No, I really am eating one.

Link of the Day (internal): The Anonymous Game Developers at www.tierragames.com comments on Magnum “The Sixties Nine” [sixthseal.com].

You really have to read this comment…classic! πŸ™‚

Link of the Day (external): A good parent? [sanlive.com].

Insightful. Read this.

Link of the Day (news): Police charged over heroin [theage.com.au].

No wonder the contact I used to get heroin off insisted on being called “Detective”. Kidding! I joke too much. πŸ™‚

Breakfast food!

I had a rather large breakfast today. πŸ™‚ Well, technically
yesterday, but still…Anyway, I seldom have breakfast and lunch so it
feels good to eat “breakfast food” for a change. Here’s what I had:

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The two paper bags contain egg and bacon muffins. The one in plastic
wrap is a chocolate eclair and the strange aluminium wrap thingy hides
three hash browns and two eggs. The dining room cashier thought it
would be hard to carry that many stuff so she helpfully wrapped it in
foil. How nice. Oh, and I did get “Wow, you must be hungry” again. Heh.

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That’s the egg and bacon muffin. Mmm…salty.

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Hash browns and nicely done eggs. πŸ™‚

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Eclair…the cream filling is so nice, it bursts out whenever you take a bite.

Thank God for artificially increased metabolism rates. πŸ˜‰

The laundry fiasco @ Roberts Hall

[Update: (3:31 AM) Just received another note. Scanned and added below.]

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I was so fucking pissed off just now…was all ready to (action which
would result in an assault conviction) the person responsible. I have a
quick temper and the stimulants (caffeine, caffeine, told ya in the
McDonalds post back there) coursing through my bloodstream exacerbated
things and I was dead set on waiting in the laundry room to physically
confront the asshole that removed my still damp laundry from the
dryers. The problem today was caused by the fact that 2 of the 6 dryers
in the laundry is out of order, another one keeps on stopping so you
have to constantly restart it, another one only blows cold air, so that
leaves 2 dryers for the whole of Roberts Hall. One of those only
produced slightly warm air while the other (which my laundry was in)
had true hot air. I had returned to find my laundry:
1. Stuffed in a corner cubbyhole with a fucking wet underwear that isn’t mine
2. Stuffed in a center cubbyhole with a sock that isn’t mind
3. Scattered on the floor
Tell me you wouldn’t give in to violent urges if this happens to you.
There’re some fucking inconsiderate ressies who wouldn’t think twice
about conveniently removing your laundry on the grounds that it is
already “dry”. Yeah, it’s easy to see that the outer clothes (the outer
part of the bunch dries faster than the inside of the bunch) is
somewhat dry and pretend that the ones in the middle of the bunched up
laundry isn’t still damp. I was very pissed off about the way my
laundry was scattered and stuffed indiscriminately too. Fuckers!!!

I waited a while, but didn’t have the patience to stay the whole
night, so I took the person’s laundry out and put mine back in (the
dryer is rightfully mine until my clothes are dry). This was when I
noticed that the person responsible is female (from the contents of the
dryer). That’s no excuse though, but I stopped my violent ideations (is
this sexist behavior?) and stormed back to my room to write a message
to stick on the dryer instead. I didn’t take a photo or scan my message
(yup, I still remember about images even in this state of mind :p) but
I did take a photo of the dryer (that’s the picture above) after I
stuck my message in there. I managed to exercise restrain and worded it
politely, but I also wanted to send a message that it is UNACCEPTABLE
BEHAVIOR to do that. The message is blurry because it’s cropped from
the larger original photo size (the one above) and that had suppressed
flash on. It goes:

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If the text is not legible to you (I did try liberal sharpen filters, but it’s still blurry) here’s a transcript:

My laundry
is obviously
NOT!!
DRY. Please
refrain from removing
(crossed out text) clothes which have
not dried. I do not
appreciate the way you
stuffed and scattered my
laundry into the cubby holes!
I have put mine back in. Call
me at (my cell phone number) if
you feel this is in error!

Needless to say, being annoyed does not make one eager to observe
the grammatical and sentence structure rules, but it gets the point
across. I stuck that onto the dryer and waited for the phone call. I
didn’t get one though, so I just returned to the laundry room 30
minutes later (coz my laundry should be dry by then) and saw that my
laundry was still in the dryers and my note has been untouched. Or so I
thought…upon closer review, the note isn’t the one I wrote. She has
posted a reply and stuck it there instead. I looked for my note (wanted
to scan it) but it wasn’t anywhere in the laundry room nor the garbage
bin (I checked) so I figured she took it with her. That’s why you have
to settle for the blurry pic and the transcript above. Anyway, this was
her reply:

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Now that made me feel really bad. I wasn’t angry anymore (stopped
after 15 minutes). I have a quick temper, but I can’t stay angry for
long. That’s one of my good personality quirks. πŸ˜‰ I also felt guilty
about everything coz it wasn’t her fault after all and she was victim
to this mysterious laundry room asshole as well. Anyway, I put her
laundry back into the dryer so she wouldn’t have to queue if someone
came in before her. She was next anyway, and it was the least I could
do. She left her number (mosaic applied for her privacy) so I called to
apologize. She wasn’t in and I got her voicemail so I left a message to
apologize for the mix up and told her that her laundry is in the dryers
now.

I still didn’t feel very proud of myself though, so I called again
10 minutes later and got her on the phone. I apologized for the mix up
and she apologized too (though she didn’t do anything wrong). She also told me that she lives just one floor above me!
I was mortified…I knew who she is now. It’s the friendly girl from
upstairs whom I don’t know personally, but we have a “hello-and-smile”
relationship. How embarrassing…but it’s cool though, ended the
conversation with “everything’s okay” from both parties. So all’s good
and well. Except for the mystery laundry messer…you just wait till I
sn…er, drink some coffee and I’ll be coming down on you like a
ton of bricks. If I’m still angry that is…right now I’m more tired than
anything. I’ve been up since 10 pm yesterday and that’s just over 27
hours, which should be nothing…except I’ve been exhausted since early
afternoon. Anyway, that’s the Roberts Hall laundry fiasco. πŸ™‚

[Added @ 3:31 AM]

I just received another note. It was stuck outside my door and I
only noticed it when I went to the toilet just now. That’s very nice of
her, really appreciate the kind gesture! πŸ™‚

Front:

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Back:

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Mosiac applied to name and room number to protect her privacy.

I’m very disappointed at the predictable and immature way I reacted
at first though…I thought I had the “temper, temper” bit under control,
but apparently not. However, it’s been 6 months since my last one, and
that’s pretty good progress. πŸ™‚ I don’t want to send myself to an early
grave with the strokes and the heart attacks. I just lose it over silly
things, that last time was so ridiculous I feel stupid. Please don’t
laugh, but I actually got into a pissing match in IRC! Yes, the realm
of retards and trolls. *hangs head in shame* It was a local channel and
this teenager was just provoking me, getting my panties all in a twist
by talking shit about my father. I retaliated by telling him to walk
the walk, and told him to meet me at this car park near my house in 10
minutes. He further irritated me by going “hahaha” and not replying to
my challenge (yes, yes, I know I’m childish when I’m pissed) so I
questioned his manhood in the main channel, using classics like “Do you
even have balls down there?” and “Pussy, what a fucking coward” and it
took 35 iteration before he finally got pissed enough to accept, so off
I went (in my pjyamas, no less), grabbed the nearest thing (2 by 4),
and drove out in the rain at 3 am in the morning.

I circled around the area for a full 25 minutes and got soaking wet
but didn’t see anyone. I called my friend who was online and in the
same channel, and she said that guy was in the channel! This made me
twice as pissed and I drove back and made about 300+ taunts using
creative variations of all insults possible, I even had to resort to
“Your mother’s a slut” before he really got pissed and said he’s coming
out now. So off I went again, I was helluva cold in my wet PJs and I
had to wait another 30 minutes and no one turned up! He must be
laughing his head off in his comfy room. What right thinking person
would waste so much time for nothing? Just stupid me. Anyway, I wasn’t
pissed anymore after that, the cold just made me want to go home and
take a hot shower. While showering, it just occurred to me that it’s
not possible for a 16 year old to have a driver’s license! Now you know
the extent of my silliness. I’m not a hardass or anything, my panties
just have a high affinity with knots, so that’s why such things happen
to me. Oh well, back to assignments. I could have finished one if I
hadn’t started with the written version of verbal diarrhea.

The Cigarette Bible

The Cigarette Bible

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Genesis

To be a cigarette…

is to be squashed with other strangers for weeks or months in a dark
room with no air to breath, no space to move, and constant full
physical body contact with other cigarettes. Unfortunately, this is the
best part of your life. One day, your world-box will be suddenly
inverted and pounded against an invisible but strong object as your God
packs the box. That is your first indication that the world is not
limited to the box-world. There will be much rumbling and dissonance as
the box-world starts to undergo permanent changes – the sky will open
wide and you will meet your God.

Hebrews

God stares down at you with a ecstatic expression on His face and
you rejoice! God reaches down and takes one of your fellow inhabitants
and gives him a kiss. “Praise the Lord!” you exult as you watch one of
your neighbors go to Heaven and receive blessing from the Lord
with…fire? The awful realization dawns upon you…your God is not a kind
and loving God. The joyful expression on His face is not the benign
love you think. The path leads not to Paradise, but to the burning
fires of Hell. The fire of Hades will consume you slowly…leaving you
with nothing but a disembodied head. However, you are right in that He
is your God. He does not go by the names “Messiah”, “Prince of Peace”
or “Savior” because that is not his nature.

Lamentations

There is no deliverance. God decides when and where you die. It is
not possible to move around the “world-box”, and you start to realize
the worst thing of all – you know when you’ll be next. You watch as
your neighbor gets forcibly removed by The One Most High. You are next.
The dreadful waiting, the terrible uncertainty about the actual time of
death…you only know you’re NEXT. Maybe you will get temporary
salvation. Your other neighbor is chosen by The Almighty. But that
means you’re definitely next. Your time will be filled with fear and
insanity as you realize The Meaning of Life. Your average life span
after you meet God is 3 minutes. The 3 minutes are filled with agony
and pain and leaves you with only your consciousness, and a head
without a body.

Machabees

There is a purgatory called Ashtray and there you will receive your
second punishment with your fellow sinners. “Purgatory is good” is the
general consensus in there. “We have burned for our sins and now we
must repent! That is the only way to heaven!” is what everyone in there
believes. Soon, you will start to believe it too and you worship and
make penance. You will realize that there are several levels of
purgatory and their names are Wastepaper Basket, Rubbish Bin, and
Garbage Truck. The Day of Atonement will come after that and everyone
will get raptured towards a bright light.

Revelation

“Glory to The One Most High! Hallelujah!” and everyone sheds tears
of joy for you have paid for your sins and now you’re rewarded with
eternity in Eden, where the fruits grow as far as the eyes can see and
there is no suffering. Unfortunately, the destination is not Eden. The
trash combustion chamber is not Heaven, though it’s easy to make that
mistake as both has “bright light” as one of their attributes. It is
not Hell either, for that suggests your spirit lives on. The final
destination is Omega – The End. There is no afterlife for you.

The End

My attempt at creative writing. No blasphemy intended. There are
lots of verb tense inconsistencies in there, so I broke the story into
“books” make it more uniform. πŸ™‚
The idea came from reading the post Being an actor would be good [livejournal.com].
Link: aciddreammer [livejournal.com].
Photo courtesy of veritas.

Salvaging spilled methamphetamine powder

I have sunk to a new personal low. Please do not read any further
unless you’re prepared to be disgusted. The left side of my work table
is the absolute dirtiest surface area in my room. This is because – I
eat takeaway food there. I smoke there (ashtray is located there). I
store packs of (opened) chocolate/candy there (for my weed related
munchies). I put coins there. Receipts/bills/returned
assignments/letters etc goes there. You get the drill, it’s the
“everything there” part of the room. I took a single foil of meth out
from my stash. The foil is pre-weighted to 100 mg and packaged
individually. I unwrap the foil and put it on the left side on my desk.
I reached for my straw. Except there was no straw. Where did my straw
go? I searched my stash drawer, went through everything, but nope, it
wasn’t there. I searched the left side on my desk, flipping up letters,
bills, chocolate bars and the opened meth foil. Yes, the unwrapped
foil of meth! Oh, it flew everywhere. The “landing zone” was an area of
approximately 3/4 meter by 1/4 meter. It wasn’t pretty, I’ll tell you
that. I’ll like to say that my reaction was limited to saying “Oh, what
bad luck”, dust everything into the rubbish bin and get another foil
from the drawer.

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Only users lose drugs

It wasn’t. Instead, I dusted everything into a “working pile”. The
name alone suggests what I intend to do with it. Keep in mind that the
meth was salvaged from things as varied as the surface of a 50 cent
coin, the wrapper of a large Cadbury chocolate bar (the 250 g size
ones), a receipt from Coles, an odd piece of cardboard that I’ve never
seen, Metcards (public transport tickets) and a A$10 note to name a few
things. The remainder (which wasn’t on top of something) was merged
into the working pile by moving everything out of the way and scraping
the table with a card. I nearly retched while writing that sentence,
for reasons I’ll go into in a second. Anyway, the moving everything out
of the way bit is why the picture above shows a rather empty table.
It’s usually ultra-cluttered.

Now I have a pile of questionable things which I call the “working
pile”. The pile was not consistent with the volume a point (100 mg) of
the meth I get would look like. I’ll say it was about 1/3 of 100 mg,
which meant I lost quite a bit. I can see some bits on the table still,
but those are in areas which are very dusty and dirty (which was what I
meant about retching). I did scrape over those parts anyway. πŸ™ In my
defense, I worked around the most disgusting areas while scraping and
wiped the really dirty ones which had a bit of meth of it with a wet
cloth before I get any funny ideas. After that, I got down and went to
work on the “working pile”. I used the side of the card to separate the
“working pile” into two piles – “maybe meth” and “probably meth”
(cheers BigTrancer!). The “probably meth” consists of
relatively large shards of crystal and smaller bits which has a
translucent quality and looks like meth. I had a second bit of bad luck
when I dropped one of the largest shard on the carpet, but even I’m not
ghetto enough to go looking for it. :p

The “maybe meth” is what the rest of the “working pile” contains
after the “probably meth” filtration (this is too good a word for it)
was done. I insufflated the “probably meth” pile and went to work on
the “maybe meth”. It burnt much more than usual. These are among the things I found in the “maybe meth” pile:
Cigarette ash
Chocolate bits
Biscuit crumbs
Lint
A short hair (I’m getting rather put off at this point)
Piece of shredded cannabis bud
Unidentified brown gunk
Coagulated white stuff which I don’t want to speculate about
As you can see the left side of the table is not clean!
I shudder when I think about the takeaway meals eaten here and the
resulting stains (ugh). Anyway, after the above adulterants were
removed, the remaining “maybe meth” still doesn’t look quite right.

Well, I sat there pondering about the health consequences of
introducing the nasty things (and probably plenty of bacteria) that
reside on the left side of my table to my nasal membranes and I decided
that it won’t be a good idea at all. I ate the “maybe meth” pile. I
figured my stomach would be able to handle it better than my sinuses. I
feel so dirty and depraved. You can shake your heads in pity and go
“tsk tsk” now.

I’ve been told that last bit plenty of times anyway. In fact, SY just used it yesterday, also regarding me and meth but in a different context. πŸ™‚ The good thing about today is:

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I know. You don’t have to remind me every time I reach for one

I don’t have to use nicotine gum anymore. =D I ran out of cigarettes
yesterday and had to resort to the gum, which staves off the nicotine
monster running though my blood, but not the one in my lungs. No smoke
= no satisfaction. Oh, and some important things I want to share:

Please be careful and respect every substance.
I don’t have time to go through specifics, but I thought I was gonna
kick the bucket yesterday. I took way too much dexamphetamine and
methamphetamine last night and it fucked me left, right and center. I
was gang raped by the two and it wasn’t pleasant at all! I felt like I
was going to have a stroke, heart attack or a brain aneurysm and
possibly all three.

Please take care when you use urinary alkalinizers to potentiate (meth)amphetamines!
The way they work is by reducing the rates of elimination of
amphetamine type substances from your body. This makes re-dosing
dangerous, especially if you take high doses for prolonged periods of
time. I took most of my script (a stupid thing by itself) and some
meth, didn’t drink much water (in a stupid effort to further prolong
the action) and held my urine for very long periods of time (I only
went twice over 36 hours – another stupid effort to make it last
longer). I believe that all the above and the frequent re-dosing led to
a dangerous buildup of amphetamines in my bloodstream. Urinary
alkalinizers will lead to a buildup in your bloodstream because it
reduces the rates of elimination. Time your re-dosing well, and
consider reducing your subsequent doses to compensate for the buildup.
I didn’t even notice it until I jumped 3 feet out of my chair when A
PIECE OF PAPER dropped from the desk and made a tiny swoosh sound.

I was feeling extreme pressure in my head and I had this bright spot
of light in my vision which I think is related to pressure behind the
eyeballs. Other manifestations were constant dizziness, head rushes
after slight exertion (like moving your arm) and while urinating (not
the good head rushes, these are the ones that feels like your skull is
about to explode), very prominent chest pain, extreme difficulty in
breathing (had to really strain to get a breath of air and even then it
didn’t felt enough), a high heart beat that I could hear (feel?),
swollen and freezing hands and feet that looked grey with very
prominent and bulging veins (even the small ones, they aren’t
noticeable usually), and the worst of all – random jabbing pains. The
pains are sharp but short and usually around the hands and feet. I’ve
had these symptoms a lot of times before, it’s all part of the fine
line us tweakers straddle when we push the limits. However, every
person’s body is different and I urge you not to sniff and say that’s
just amphetamine overdose symptoms, especially if you have existing
hypertension or heart conditions.

This is because of something I’ve noticed which I’ve confirmed by
reading medical articles (forgot the links, but please search if you
want references). The thing I’ve noticed is – I cannot do long runs
anymore, it’s fucking impossible! The substance is not the limiting
factor, but the negative reactions are. I always don’t eat and drink
little while tweaking and that used to be fine. It still is fine. I’ll
be honest here – I use much more frequently than I admit to. It’s not a
“weekends only” thing by far. It would be better described by the word
“cycle”. I also tend to go for high doses, re-dose often, use
alkalinizers and other physical tricks like little water intake, forced
urine retention etc. All the symptoms I describe above starts happening
at shorter and shorter periods. It first started to appear at the end
of a 6 day meth run.

Now, the symptoms are starting to appear sooner and sooner – 5 days,
4 days, 3 days, you know the drill. My runs are the no sleep, no food
and no other substances except stimulants type, so that could be part
of the reason. I don’t exceed 3 day runs now, because I can’t! That’s
the only cycle I can sustain now – 3 days on/1-2 day(s) off/3 days on.
It’s not for the lack of trying, the symptoms get progressively worse
and worse until breathing take up most of my energy and the chest pain
becomes to prominent, it makes work impossible, so what’s the point of
tweaking then? I’m concerned that this means that there’s some sort of
permanent damage being done…I have existing hypertension (high blood
pressure) and that and the urine alkalinizers might be the reason why
it hits me so hard. I’ve been reading about amphetamine induced
pulmonary hypertension – if you get this lovely condition, the average
time till you buy the farm is quoted as 1-3 years. Speed/meth puts a
lot of strain on your body. Please be careful out there, if you’re
taking high doses with frequent re-dosing/using urinary alkalinizers as
potentiators/have existing hypertension or heart conditions. Do the
drugs, don’t let the drugs do you, eh? πŸ™‚

Now if only I would take my own advice…

P/S – I found that taking a high dose of benzodiazepines (I took
clonazepam) seem to lower your blood pressure and eliminate most of the
symptoms. Don’t take this as medical advice though, it’s just personal
observation. Also, by “high dose”, I mean a definite hypnotic dose –
one that will surely put you to sleep. I would also eat before I sleep,
cannabis works wonders.

I just realized that (meth)amphetamine is one of the things which
tends to lead to the utilization of multiple substances to effectively
manage the side effects – or as the anti-drug people like to call it,
“poly drug abuse”. That might be a cause of concern for some people, so
take care everyone!

Related link: Guide to coming down off meth and speed [sixthseal.com].

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

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. πŸ˜‰ Unfortunately, the increased binding of
GABA to my GABAA 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. πŸ™‚

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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.

Photo Friday – Overlooked

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Photo Friday – Overlooked [photofriday.com]

I’ve just started doing the Photo Friday weekly photography
challenge today. I’m interpreting this week’s photo challenge with this
photo – it shows a woman struggling with her push trolley and bags
after crossing the street, but that detail is easy to overlook. The
building’s strong visual presence in the background makes it the
dominating feature of the photo and the woman only makes herself
noticeable after the other elements have been visually processed. I
find that the building is the first thing I notice, followed by the
bus, and finally the woman, and only because it’s centered in the
bottom of the photo.

This photo was taken in the city of Melbourne, Australia. The shot
was made in Auto mode (without any custom settings except a suppressed
flash) from the open window of a moving car. My digicam uses Matrix
Metering in Auto mode. The shooting data:

Focal Length: 8mm
Exposure Mode: Programmed Auto
Metering Mode: Multi-Pattern 1/78 sec – f/2.8
Exposure Compensation: 0 EV
Sensitivity: Auto
White Balance: Auto
AF Mode: AF-C
Tone Compensation: Auto
Flash Sync Mode: Front Curtain
Digital Zoom Ratio: 1.00
Saturation Compensation: 0
Sharpening: Auto
Noise Reduction: OFF

The flash did not go off (suppressed), and I didn’t realize I had
used a digital zoom of 1x while taking the photo. The digital zoom only
gets triggered when the optical zoom is at the maximum (3x zoom), and
the digital zoom probably contributed to the slight lack of detail. The
digital zoom also means that the photo was taken with a total of 4x
zoom. Chromatic aberration is noticeable on the left wing of the
building, and this was not corrected in post-production. The
post-production work was done in Photoshop 7.0 and involves:

Crop: A very slight crop to center the woman and reduce the
vertical scale of the building was applied to the original photo, with
aspect ratios intact.
Brightness: Gamma increased for better visibility.
Contrast: Contrast increased to draw out more detail from the woman.

Upgraded dextroamphetamine sulfate (Dexamphetamine, Dexedrine) script…and a farewell

Why is this man laughing? [sixthseal.com].

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I went to pick up my dexamphetamine script today. Granted, the day
that happens usually warrants a post filled with much joy and
laughter…but not to this extent. Hahaha! πŸ™‚ Look, I’m at it again!
Okay, let me fill you all in about what happened today. I went to my
usual doctor to pick up my script 100 tablets of dextroamphetamine
sulfate today. The good doctor raised the price issue again with me, so
I thought it would be a good time to push my luck. Hehe!

Anyway, the price issue stems from the fact that the good doctor
feels sorry for me because I have to pay the clinic consultation fees
(A$35) every time I pick up my script. He knows I’m an international
student from the first consultation, and it might have been something I
said that first time (don’t really remember), but he’s really concerned
about my financial situation. πŸ™‚ Now, is that a good doctor or what!

However, the thing is, my Medibank Private OSHC (Overseas Student
Health Coverage) makes me eligible to claim back the consultation fees.
I’ve told the doctor that when he raised the issue the first time but
he seems to forget it every time I go in. Man, I’m feeling really bad
about scamming this doctor, he’s a really good, concerned medical
professional on all fronts. Bless him!

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A rather long aside:

I read a post about 25 mg getting someone “too wired” and another
about a guy taking “35 mg but don’t take that much because I’m a big
guy”. Fuckers!!!!! I can’t get off on less than 60 mg and I need
urinary alkalinizers and a really empty stomach for that to work, and
re-dosing has to happen frequently. I just took 60 mg, a 40 mg booster
dose at T+30 and snorted a fat line of meth to go with everything when
I felt the oral dose kick in. I’m fairly nice and stimulated (whee! =D)
but it’s not a “recreational dose” in that I’ll need much more to get
ready to “fucking party”. πŸ˜‰ This is just a “work dose” for
assignments. Reading those posts got my panties all in a twist (not
literally, I prefer lacy G-strings…I kid! :)) because my tolerance does
not allow me to “get off” on that kind of doses. πŸ™ I’m not saying “my
dick is bigger than yours” – fuck, not at all! I wish so much that I
have the tolerance level of a normal person so my stash will last
longer! Reading those posts makes me envious…imagine how long my gear
will last if I only need 20 mg to get tweaked. The possibilities! Oh,
the sweet sweet possibilities!

P/S – Don’t take the amounts I take – dosage guides are available at
Erowid (link on the right). I’m in a bit of a meth here…tweaking very
often and not exercising moderation and self-control. Don’t worry or
feel sorry about me though, I’m going to quit (don’t laugh, seriously)
in June, for reasons I will explain later. πŸ™‚

Anyway, back to the post, I told the doctor not to worry about it,
coz I can claim back the consultation fees, but he keeps on forgetting
that. Another small aside: I’m sure my health coverage allows me to
claim back part of the medication cost, but there’s no way I’m doing
that! πŸ™‚ Maybe I’m paranoid, but I want a “clean record” – no
benzodiazepines or amphetamine type stimulants on my medical record
please. I’ve read that Medibank does check for doctor shoppers,
and benzodiazepines for anxiety and dextroamphetamine for narcolepsy
will be a bit of a discrepancy now won’t it? Maybe it’ll just make a
few people at Medibank scratch their heads in puzzlement at this
contraindicatory prescription list, maybe they won’t even notice it,
but maybe, just maybe, they’ll flag me as a doctor shopper and that’ll
be the end of things.

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Picked up 200 tablets (a whopping 1000 mg – that’s a gram of dextroamphetamine sulfate) today

“False representation to obtain a prescription drug” aka faking
symptoms to get a prescription IS a drug offence and can lead to 1 year
in prison in Victoria! Don’t fuck around, I’m not glamorizing or
promoting this practice in any way, I’m just telling you about my day
and that’s what a blog is about right? You might also be concerned
about the other issues raised by Dave in his comments in Project Doctor Shopping I
[sixthseal.com]. He’s got a couple of good points in there, however, I
don’t mean to “proudly drawing attention to my exploits”. I don’t
mention about my doctor shopping shenanigans anywhere else, but I
neglected to notice that “Dexamphetamine” seems to be an Australian
“brand name” and thus my site is in the top 10 returned hits of Google
(sometimes, seem to change every time Google crawls) if people search
for that particular word. This worries me a bit though, I would like
the site’s readers to read about my day, but I’m also aware that a
doctor/medical insurance representative/pharmacist/law enforcement
officer (*crosses fingers*) might stumble upon it and do something
about it. Well, in the unlikely (but statistically possible) event that
you’re one of the above…not that this is a valid excuse, but consider
giving a final semester (more about this later) university student who
will be leaving Australia for good in June 2003 a break eh? πŸ™‚

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You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.

My, am I paranoid today. And I’ve digressed so far from the point.
Sheesh! πŸ™‚ My apologies, 100 mg + line of meth does get me fairly
tweaked – it’s not as high as I’ll like to be for recreation, but it
sure gets me talking and writing excessively, which is why I use it for
assignments. Sure gets things done really fast, if you control the urge
to elaborate and go off on tangents. Hehe! πŸ™‚ I wouldn’t use it for
writing stuff though, it makes me write inappropriately intimate
“Hello, we’re having a conversation” type essays instead of the
detached “The simulation was run for 420 seconds, and upon completion,
the average utilization rates for the TD link is found to hover around
60%. The TD link’s parameters were then changed to meet the IEEE 802.3
1000BaseT standard and this resulted in a significant decrease in the
utilization rate figures as predicted, with an average of 7.7% over the
course of the 7 minute simulation.”.

I am digressing again. Sorry, I’ll get back to the post now. Lemme
just scroll up and see where I ended…ah, yes. I’ve never claimed back
the medication costs due to that reason, and also I don’t feel good
about being “subsidized” for something I’m using for recreational
purposes. I do claim the consultation costs though – and this may sound
like hypocrisy – but I make a distinction between this and medication
costs. Before you accuse me of “taking advantage of Australia’s good
medical facilities” and tell me to go back home (which I’m going to do
in June anyway) please take note of the fact that I’ve only claimed
back the consultation costs for the doctor who prescribes me
dexamphetamine, and that’s just 4 times.

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Dexamphetamine driving in traffic.
Speech bubble: Vroom!

I also pay high monthly medical premiums for my Medibank Private
health insurance – I’m not on Medicare because I’m not a PR or citizen!
Perhaps that’s why I don’t feel bad about claiming back the
consultation costs for the dexamphetamine consultations (never claimed
the other ones, used a fake name so that’s not possible), it’s
something about claiming back small amounts from a for-profit private
insurance company that doesn’t bother me at all. Hell, the amounts I
pay for premiums and the out of pocket costs from several unfortunate
incidents is many, many times higher than the meager claimbacks I did.
I’m contributing to the Australian economy from that, my university
fees (overseas students = very inflated figures) and the other
associated living costs. I’m about to digress into a 10, 000 word essay
about why international students are contributing to the economy, not
“taking away” from it, but I’ll spare you all that. πŸ™‚

I’ve said I’ll stop digressing, right? Oops…okay, anyway, I’ve only
done 4 claims for the consultation (but not medication) from the
dexamphetamine clinic, because my altruism can only go as far as my
financial means, which isn’t much at all. Oh, and the claims are not
paid back in full though, there is out of pockets costs for people on
OSHC – I don’t know how much it is in terms of percentages, I could
break out with the calculators (or at least click on Window’s
calculator) but I’ll let someone with the adequate math skillz to work
this out in the head do this. πŸ™‚ Consultation costs me A$35 and I’ve
been to 4 consultations for dexamphetamine, so that’s A$140 (I had to
use a calculator for that – damn my poor math). I got A$100.50 from the
claims, so that’s A$39.50 out of pocket expenses. Phew, I didn’t use a
calculator for that (though I was tempted to) – worked it all out in my
head…it took quite a while and I had to bend and flex my fingers to
keep track and provide visual cues during the calculation, but I did
it! That’s something to be proud of…heh! Okay, now someone else work
out the OOP expenses if there’re interested, I forgot how to calculate
percentages even with a calculator…

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Dexamphetamine in: Delusions of Grandeur – Hovering over the skies of Melbourne.
Speech bubble: Behold mortals!

Anyway, I told the doctor that I can claim back the consultation
fees, but he says he doesn’t feel good about me paying every time. I
think he mentioned something along the lines of he’ll rather me pay the
pharmacy for the medication and not the clinic for the
consultation…which leads me to wonder if he’s involved in any
outstanding issues with the clinic, but it’s not my place to speculate.
Nevertheless, I wish you well, good doctor. All the best in everything
and may you live long and prosper! I don’t think doctors need any
wishes regarding the prosper bit though. :p

Well, after all this paragraphs of digression and sidetracks, now
I’m back to what I said in the first paragraph. πŸ™‚ He raised the issue
again with me today, so I thought…I’m feeling lucky today so I’ll push
my luck and see how far it takes me. Roll with it, and all that:

Me: Hmm…
(The “hmm…” is because I wanted to make it look like the idea just got into my head)
Me: Well, would it be possible to…say, write a script for 200
tablets instead of 100 tablets? I won’t need to come back so often in
that case.
(I immediately regretted saying this, I meant to say 300, but my tongue
slipped. Curse you for abandoning me in my moment of need…I’ll give you
a good bite in retaliation! Ouch! Okay, back to the conversation.)
Doctor: Yes, that’s a good idea, that means you’ll only have to
go to the pharmacy instead of all the way here (my address is on my
patient details sheet, good thing he never asked why I came all the way
here instead of going to a doctor in my suburb) and paying consultation
every time to get your script. I’ll do that. How much were you taking
again?
(I’m thinking really hard at this point…is the doctor testing me? Or
has he really forgotten and the patient history sheet doesn’t have my
dosage on it? Split second decisions, buddy, do it right this time, go
with the flow, do what feels right!)
Me: I’m taking two tablets twice a day.
(Yes, I told the truth. I had decided the doctor wasn’t testing me
based on his expression and other cues, including body language, etc
and my gut feeling (which is actually pretty good). However, I didn’t
want to lie to this doctor when he’s been so nice to me, it just won’t
be right. It may sound strange that a doctor shopper has “morals” but
you don’t understand the scene if you think that way. Recreational drug
users and the doctor shopping subculture is just a microcosm of the
general population – there are good people, they are bad people, like
general society. (Note to self: Nice one! You managed to squeeze the
word ‘microcosm’ into a post at last! =D) Personally, I consider myself
a “good person”. The written version of verbal masturbation? Oh well, I
feel that way anyway because I’m honest except when doctor shopping (I
prefer the term “going into character” instead of lying) and I don’t:
rip anyone off, dob anyone in, fuck anyone over, steal, cheat, deal,
manipulate etc etc. Yes, writing that did felt good, and it’s true too.
πŸ™‚ However, others might not think I’m a “good person” because
substance use is still shaking off its stigma, but that’s okay. Judge
not lest ye be judged yourself. πŸ˜‰ My God (blasphemy), that is an
inappropriately long aside in the middle of reenacting a conversation –
I wish I had an editor to cut out all this crap.)

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Dexamphetamine using a public toilet. The yellow stream missed the bowl.
Speech bubble: Ahh…

Doctor: Okay, so I’ll write 200 tablets (I kick myself again
for not saying 300) and also put in some repeats so come in again when
you finish the tablets.
Me: Thanks doctor, I’ll come in again next Monday then.
(I kid!!! I didn’t say that last sentence. Sorry. Couldn’t resist. πŸ™‚ This is my real reply:)
Me: How do the repeats work?
(I want to sound clueless in preparation for my next phase of
“Operation Upgrade Dexamphetamine Prescription” or OUDP. Heck, that
didn’t even have a ring to it. Okay, “Operation Supersize Prescription
– Elicit Extra Dexamphetamine”. Hmm, ‘elicit’ doesn’t sound right,
‘solicit’ is better but that doesn’t start with ‘e’ and ‘elicit’ is the
only other ‘e’ word I could think of. Be glad it’s not “…Extra Extra…”.
πŸ™‚ Anyway, I’m sure taking a long time to write this…back to “Operation
SPEED”.)
Doctor: The chemist will give you a piece of paper which you can use to refill the bottle when it’s empty. Remember to keep that paper.
Me: I will. Thanks doctor! I appreciate your help.
Doctor: My pleasure. I don’t know if the pharmacy would fill 200
tablets of dexamphetamine though, they might have a problem with it.
Just tell them to call me if they say anything about that. My number is
on the top of the prescription form.
Me: Okay, thanks for everything doctor!

I walked out of the clinic. What happened to Phase Two of Operation
SPEED? I didn’t initiate it…I was planning to talk about tolerance
(which the doctor never asked about) in Phase Two. I reckon it’s normal
to get the dose increased after a while because you do build a massive
tolerance on these things, even if you’re using it for legitimate
reasons. However, things didn’t go well last time I brought up that
issue and my sixth sense told me that asking right would be a bad idea
when the doctor has trusted me with 200 tablets at once (instead of 100
tablets with dated repeats as is the norm). Even though tolerance is a
valid issue, this doctor has never prescribed dexamphetamine before (he
told me the first time) and I have the feeling he may not be aware of
tolerance issues.

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Dexamphetamine stopped and questioned by the police!
Speech bubble: I’m not on speed officer, honest!

I’m not trying to discredit the doctor, I’m sure he knows a lot, but
doctors are not pharmacists and my experience tells me that a lot of
doctors are not familiar with the details of every medication (it’s
impossible to do that!) and they often rely on something like a
“Physician’s Desk Reference” or something like that, when prescribing
something they’re not familiar with. Those books tend to have something
along the lines of “HIGH ADDICTIVE POTENTIAL”
[rxlist.com] under dextroamphetamine (probably in capital letters and
bold font too) and no mention about tolerance, except something like
“THIS DRUG SHOULD BE USED AT THE MINIMUM EFFECTIVE DOSE”. Asking for an
increase might make me sound like I’ve succumbed to the first warning,
and it just didn’t feel like the time was right. In other words, the
planets did not align to form a straight line, a rare phenomena of epic
astronomical proportions.

Oh, I must have written thousands of words already. Okay, I’ll
finish up…I’m familiar with the Latin notation in prescriptions (read
up and memorized it), and I could (not would! could – would,
can – will, possibility – acting out) modify the script, but I’m not
that morally bankrupt. I’ll always go the doctor shopping route instead
of forging scripts or modifying existing ones. However, the thought did
flit across my mind before I pushed it out (Naughty!). Prescription
fraud is where I draw the line, it’s just not something I’ll do. The
two are similar in the eyes of the law though, modifying a script
(forging a prescription) attracts the same penalties as doctor shopping
(false representation to obtain a prescription drug) – both give you a
one year (maximum – a lot of people are waiting to take advantage of
this offer!) accommodation at the local Hilton (all expenses paid, no
less). I would make a joke about showers and slippery soap, but I don’t
feel like it anymore – thinking about the government’s generous offer
is depressing.

Anyway, the thought just crossed my mind because the pen I have
produces the same colored ink and texture as the writing on the script.
I had noticed that the doctor is using the same pen I have (well, the
pen is not the same, but the ink cartridge is…just knew this because it
was a bit of information I picked up and filed into my “temporary
storage for things that are not worthy of going into permanent memory”
while shopping for a good pen, but for some reason the temporary files
didn’t get deleted) instead of the free “Zoloft” or some other
pharmaceutical company’s free pens to promote their latest and
greatest. Theoretically, I could either change the frequency or the
quantity to a more accommodating figure. The doctor is using the BNF
(British system) instead of the US standard, seeing as he wrote
abbreviated “Bd” instead of “b.i.d.” for twice a day…changing the
capital B to a capital Q and adding s after the d (doubling the
frequency) would make a “mess” with the B and it would be easy to pick
up. “Bd” to “PRN” is possible without too much of a mess, but I doubt
the pharmacist would read that without laughing or calling the police.
πŸ™‚

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Dexamphetamine vs possum!
Speech bubble: j00 dead fool! Eat me will ya?

I don’t think anyone prescribes dextroamphetamine to be “taken as
needed”. “Bd” to “Tds” to increase frequency by one is potentially
feasible, but the way the doctor “crosses” the end of B makes it
impossible to alter without looking dodgy due to the extra bottom
“wing” of B. Anyway, “Bd” to another frequency is not easy from the way
the doctor writes…it’s not something as easy as changing “qd” to “qid”
in the US notation system, that’s for sure! Modifying the frequency is
out…what about the quantity? I don’t even dare to touch that
non-standard notation! I can’t even make sense of it…what with the T
with an additional bar and two dots thingy. My impulsive side was going
“Try ADDING two vertical bars and two dots and see what happens!”. Duh.
πŸ™‚

The easiest mod is obviously the Arabic (or Hindu, or European
depending on what you read…it’s the common 1, 2, 3 numbers) numerals
for amount. Changing 200 to 300 isn’t all that hard, and I’m sure a lot
of people have had practice doing that in primary school if you have
parents with high expectations. πŸ˜‰ But yeah, I’m just throwing the
ideas around in my mind then, I’m not seriously going to do it! Like I
said, it’s not something I want to be involved in. Besides, the script
is suspicious enough as it is (even though it’s perfectly legit), and a
callback to check is practically guaranteed. It’s not common at all for
controlled drugs like dexamphetamine to be prescribed in large amounts
– the usual practice is to have time limited refills, not double the
amount in one go (like what the doctor gave me today). This shows that
the doctor is placing a lot of trust in me by not following standard
prescribing procedure, and I don’t want to betray that trust.

Anyway, I had to wait a long time to get my script filled at the
chemist…I couldn’t see behind the counter, so I don’t know if they
actually called the doctor to check, it doesn’t matter anyway, since my
script is kosher. πŸ™‚ However, the reaction of the woman attending the
counter was soooo funny. Heh. The prescription dispensing happens at
the back and you go to the front to pay for it. There I was, carrying
my two lovely dexamphetamine pill bottles in a small basket…I put them
down on the counter, the woman picked up both the bottles and went:

“Oh, wow! This is a large amount eh?”

The funny thing about it was the way she squinted first, adjusted
her spectacles and the way her eyes bulged at the second visual
confirmation. Oh man, that just made my day! =D I guess you had to be
there. I would have thought that there would be plenty of people who
have cashed in much larger scripts before, so I really thought her
reaction was strange. Strange, but funny. πŸ™‚ Perhaps she’s new. I can’t
even think of an appropriate answer to that, and it sounds like a
rhetorical question anyway, so I just smiled and said “yeah” in
noncommittal tone.

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The price for 1000 mg of dextroamphetamine sulfate is A$45.25. 200 x
5 mg dexamphetamine pills for less than A$50. πŸ™‚ Also, notice the 200
beside the top part. That usually states the number of pills in the
bottle, all my previous ones had 100 on them. Be still my beating
heart! Is it possible? Has the pharmacist made a disastrous mistake
while reading the script or counting the tablets and gave me 200 pills
in each bottle, totaling 400 tablets or 2000 mg of dexamphetamine?
Could it be? The anticipation!

Oh, I noticed a very large price discrepancy…it just boggles the
mind! Okay, I usually pick up 100 5 mg dexies for A$30.35. That’s the
price I’ve always paid. Now, at the very same chemist, I go and fill my
script of 200 tablets. They came in two pill bottles, each containing
100 tablets, and the price for BOTH of them is…A$45.25. What? It just
doesn’t make sense at all. It should have cost A$60.70. There shouldn’t
have been a discount as high as A$15.45 for just double the amount,
it’s not like a bulk discount for say 1000 tablets.

There’s some things which somewhat makes sense, like 100 x 0.5 mg
clonazepam costing A$18.85 and 100 x 2 mg clonazepam (from the same
chemist, same brand – Paxam) costing A$26.15. That’s not unusual in the
pharmaceutical industry, mg to mg comparisons makes the 2 mg ones much
cheaper, but still it’s two different doses and I understand that the
industry prices things like this. However, two similar strength and
amount things like the dexamphetamine tablets shouldn’t have such a
large discount when bought in twos. Is it common for chemists to make
such unusual price tiers?

Well, I’m happy it costs only 0.22625 cents for 5 mg of
dexamphetamine, it’s unbeatable compared to street prices for normal
speed. Oh, and the doctor told me during the first consultation that he
was wary of prescribing dexamphetamine coz there are people selling it
for A$5 per 5 mg pill on the streets. I was talking to CT today and he
mentioned that there are people selling it for A$4 at the university!
That’s per 5 mg pill! Absolutely crazy prices, I wouldn’t pay A$4 per
pill, but CT says that a lot of people will because they consider it to
be “pure and clean” because it came from a pharmaceutical company. I
would make quite a profit (A$750 net profit for 200 tablets) if I did
that. Even if I love the stuff, selling it at that price and buying
heaps of meth with the profit would be a feasible move. However, I’m
adverse to the idea of selling stuff, I don’t feel comfortable with it.
I don’t know why, but it just seems strange to me (I would not make a
good businessman) so I wouldn’t deal. Heck, I wouldn’t even middleman
for people, much less deal, I’m too paranoid for that to ever happen.
Paranoid = worried all the time = poor quality of life. πŸ™‚

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I counted the pills and the original label was right after all…there
is 100 pills per bottle, the two bottles total 200 pills as prescribed.
The chemist label was tabulating both the total amount. Ah, you got me
all excited for nothing! I just had to rush back to count the lovely
little things! πŸ™‚

Anyway, I also got a Repeat Authorization form which I need some
help with. I can’t get through the prescription mumbo jumbo. Any
pharmacists, pharmacy school student or seasoned doctor
shopper/prescription frauder out there? I’ll appreciate it if you could
explain how the repeats work:

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The thing I don’t understand is the three columns under “Original
Prescription Transcription” (the part with DEXAMPHETAMINE TABLETS 5
MG). Below that are three columns: the first one is “Original
Prescription Details”, the second is “No. of times already dispensed
(including original supply). If original not supplied insert ‘0’” and
the third is “PRICED ITEMS ONLY”. I’m interested in the first and
second one, and I neglected to ask at the pharmacists just now. The
first column has “2” printed in “No. of Repeats Authorized” and the
second column has “1” indicating it has been dispensed once. Now, what
I don’t understand is, do I still have 2 refills left, or 1?

Personally, I think I have 2 left, because the original script says
“Dexamphetamine 5mg (weird notation for 2) Bd (200) x 2 Rpts”. That
means I get two repeats right? Also, the bottle labels (from the
chemist) has “2 Rpts” printed on each bottle. All my past bottles has
“Nil Rpts” printed there. Unless pharmacists use a different discipline
of meth, sorry math, the chemist labels and original script plainly
says I have two repeats left for both the bottles, thus 800 pills (a
delicious 4000 mg of dextroamphetamine sulfate) awaits me, with 400
pills available after 50 days and the other 400 pills available another
50 days past the first repeat date. However, the repeat authorization
form seems to count the original prescription as a “repeat”. Or maybe I
just don’t know how to read it. I’ll appreciate it if anyone could shed
some light, coz I don’t feel like going to a pharmacy and asking. It
would be…uncomfortable, considering the day I cashed it is listed. Heh.
I don’t want to look too eager, like I’m just chomping at the bit to
get it filled. :p

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The protagonist of the pictorial series! Presenting – Dexamphetamine

Okay, I remember saying that I’ll go into why I’m going back for
good in June. Get ready for this…it’s coz I’m graduating! Hah! I did
fail a lot of subjects, but I managed to finish at the same time as my
college mates. Yeah! I had to pull a few strings and jump though
(fiery) hoops to graduate in June, but I’m graduating! That means I’m
going home for good in June, and it means that the repeats are wasted…I
did ask whether I can cash the script at any pharmacy at the chemists,
and the resident pharmacists said I can, but I have to make sure that
50 days have passed.

Yes, 50 days…each 100 tablet pill bottle is supposed to last me 25
days according to the 2 tablets, twice a day regiment I’m on for my
narcolepsy. Oh, if this is the first time you’re reading, I don’t
really have narcolepsy, so I don’t need to take it according to
instructions. I do suffer from amotivation though, and I’m
self-medicating by 60-150 mg dexamphetamine (150 mg is the most I’ll
take in a single sitting, more than that is pushing it for me) or the
methamphetamine equivalent, taken as needed (is there really any other
way? ;))! Haha! I’m so unfunny sometimes I kill myself.

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Dexamphetamine eating an ice cream.
Speech bubble: You know…I’m not really hungry…and the ice cream is much bigger than me!

Well, that means that I won’t be able to use the repeats, but I
should be glad coz the good doctor trusted me with a double dose, up
front. Not that he has any reason not to, from his point of view. πŸ˜‰ I
turn up regularly, clean shaven, no visible tattoos, dress
conservatively, and always carry a backpack to reinforce my “university
student” status. I’m also careful not to be tweaking when I go, I don’t
even drink caffeine! The dosage I’m taking is supposed to suppress my
narcoleptic manifestations, so I can lead a normal life, not get me all
strung out! In fact, I’m still sedated by benzos most of the time I go,
it won’t hurt to appear sleepy (might be good in fact, the doctor might
up the dose) but it’s not gonna look good to appear all spun out. Just
simple things like taking care to be soft spoken, polite, respectful
can go a long way in fostering trust and establishing an image of
responsibility. P’s and Q’s my friend, P’s and Q’s…

I just thought of something…I listed “excessive daytime sleepiness”
as one of my symptoms the first time and hey, I’m just realized I’m not
being untruthful at all…I really am sleepy during the day! πŸ™‚ The
cataplexy I described isn’t a total story too…I do get that, especially
after long meth runs. πŸ˜‰ Sleep paralysis w/hallucinations…yes, that
too, it’s especially prevalent when I’m in a K-hole. =D Perhaps I
really do have narcolepsy. Jokes aside, I do experience EDS though, but
probably not at the scale which narcoleptics suffer.

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Dexamphetamine in: Drug deal in progress @ abandoned car park!
Speech bubble: You got the money?

Okay, I’ve spent too much time writing, I’m going to stop now. The
repeat authorization is practically useless for me, I’ll be back home
in 50 days. I will go around and try to convince a sympathetic
pharmacist to refill my dexamphetamine thought, I’ll just say that I’m
going home and I’ll like to bring back a reasonable amount to keep my
narcolepsy under control. Of course, I won’t be bringing the stuff
back, dextroamphetamine is NOT prescribed in Malaysia! That means it’ll
go under the drug laws, and I’ll be treated like an amphetamine
trafficker. Well, to be fair, dextroamphetamine is an
amphetamine, and the recreational (fun) isomer of amphetamine at that,
but still…Anyway, it’s not listed in the Biro Pengawalan Farmaseutikal
Kebangsaan (Malaysia National Pharmaceutical Control Bureau) database,
so I won’t be taking any back with me that’s for sure! I’m may appear
reckless in my posts, but I’m not stupid in real life. πŸ˜‰

I’m not sure what they do to treat narcolepsy in Malaysia, a Google
search didn’t turn up anything useful, heck, this site is one of the
returned hits, and I wouldn’t say that my ramblings are useful. There
are no amphetamine type drugs on Malaysia’s approved list of
medications, the only stimulant with recreational potential that’s
approved is methylphenidate (Ritalin) and that’s indicated for ADHD. I
wouldn’t be surprised if narcoleptics are just given caffeine pills…I
seriously hope that this is not true though, anyone with narcolepsy in
Malaysia who can testify otherwise? Nevertheless, it’s not going back
with me, not a single pill. Uh, why am I talking about this anyway, the
dexies never last more than a couple of days for me. I will try to
squeeze out a repeat though, and gobble them up before I head home. =D

Failing that, I’m still very thankful to the good doctor for
providing me with an extra 500 mg of dextroamphetamine, I would have
only got 100 tablets otherwise, and another 25 day waiting period will
see me back in Malaysia already. I’m not going to use tired, old
tactics like “Oh, I lost my pills (or the variation “I lost my (insert
object eg bag, car) with the pills in it”)/someone stole it/robbed
me/my pants pocket has a hole etc., can I have an early refill
please?”. On an effectiveness scale, that rates way down the bottom,
along with “classics” like telling your teacher your dog ate your
homework. πŸ™‚ Unless you have a police report or something, and well,
that’s on a whole new level that I’m not prepared to go to. Sharpening
your theatrical skills in front of a doctor is one thing, having police
as the audience is another.

I’m afraid I don’t have the balls (alternate phrase for “not stupid
enough” ;)) to walk into a police station and file a report that my bag
containing my prescribed 200 dexamphetamine pills was stolen. Lodging
false police reports is probably very illegal and besides, you’ll be
tying up law enforcement resources, and that’s not very nice,
considering they can be put to a better use like arresting users for
possession and arresting users for possession. I kid! πŸ™‚ Please don’t
kick down my door in retaliation, it’s a joke. I was already expecting
today to be the final day I get a dexamphetamine pill bottle, and it
probably is, but I got two instead of one, thanks to my doctor
scripting me 200 pills upfront instead of my usual 100 pills. Very much
appreciated indeed, and I’ll be sure to put my favourite white pills to
good use! Which means no more writing, damn, when will I stop?!?!? I’ll
work on the assignments now…really going to finish up now.

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Dexamphetamine getting up close and personal with lingerie model!
Speech bubble: *sigh* If only I could get it up…

Anyway, if there’s no pharmacist kind enough to refill me early
based on my true predicament (going back, need the script, thanks), the
dexamphetamine repeat authorization will be inherited by chemist_tip
in honor of all his help, generosity and trust. πŸ™‚ That’s 1000 mg (a
gram) of dextroamphetamine sulfate if there’s one repeat left and 2000
mg (2 grams) of dexamphetamine if there’s two. He’ll be the person who
would most appreciate the script, considering the fact that the vast
majority of my friends do not think the words “chemical” and
“recreation” have anything in common. Oh, I just thought of someone
else who likes dexamphetamine – Haggas, the guy who
occasionally comments on the dexamphetamine related posts. Well, just
wanted you to know that despite not knowing you in real life, I would
sooner mail the script to you than see it go to waste. You sound like
someone who really appreciates dexamphetamine. However, CT is a real
life friend so I’m passing it to him. My apologies and thanks for
reading! πŸ™‚

Well, if you’re wondering whether scripts can be passed around, the
answer is yes (according to my experience). In my many trips to the
chemist to cash in scripts of benzodiazepines and dextroamphetamine,
not once have I been asked for any ID or my Medibank Private card. I’ve
been asked for a Medicare card though, and the correct reply to that is
“I’m using Medibank Private”, and then everything’s cool. They don’t
ask for your Medibank Private card or any other form of ID. As far as
the chemist is concerned, the person holding the script is the owner of
the script. This is not an issue with the repeat script though, since
my name is in the “Medicare No.” field (which means I don’t have a
Medicare card and is a private customer).

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Dexamphetamine living LARGE at the train station. Text mentions a
huge picture of a dex tablet and a final, farewell piece of poetry
below. The End.

Speech bubble: I could buy myself with a Zone 1 daily ticket…

It’ll be funny if CT goes personally to get the script filled
though. Oh man, I’m laughing out loud in the middle of the night, just
imagining that scenario. Heh! Imagine the look on the pharmacist’s face
when an obviously Caucasian male goes up to the prescription counter
and hands in a script with an Asian name on it for 200 x 5 mg tablets
of dexamphetamine (of all things). Haha! I wonder what the pharmacist’s
reaction would be…it will be priceless, that’s for sure. I can think of
two possible reactions and both of them cracked me up:

1. You’ve gotta be kidding me…(while alternating between looking at CT and the script)
2. Hmm…are you sure this prescription is for you? (with an unsure look and wanting to be tactful)

Heh! It would be a hoot eh? Imagine the possible range of reactions!
There are jaded pharmacists, new pharmacists, polite pharmacists, rude
pharmacists, interns etc etc. It would be so funny, but obviously CT
won’t find it funny if the pharmacist starts making phone calls, which
is why he needs to get an Asian guy to fill the script. It would be
smooth sailing then, coz they don’t ask for ID, unless it’s a ludicrous
situation like the one above. πŸ™‚

Okay that’s enough from me, I just cut and pasted this into
Microsoft Word to check the word count – it’s close to 6,000 words…I
could have written an assignment instead. Oh well, hope you all enjoyed
reading this post, I sure enjoyed writing about it – a long post to
mark the end of my “legal, pure speed from your neighborhood pharmacy”
days. This is probably the last time I ever get amphetamines (and the
isolated dextro isomer (it’s more recreational) at that!) by walking
into a pharmacy and I’ve still not gotten over the fact that people can
do that here, with the right combination of words to a sympathetic
doctor. πŸ™‚ It would be hard to go back to Malaysia’s meth pills/street
meth when I’ve been spoilt by the pharmaceutical grade, dosage
measured, content ensured, hygienically packaged, and low priced
amphetamines here. I wouldn’t be getting 1 gram of speed (without
cutting and binding agents, actual weight is substance
quantity) for RM100 (A$45) that’s for sure. I don’t think I’ll get off
on one RM45 (A$20) speed pill with my current tolerance either – not
when I’ve been taking large doses of dextroamphetamine and
methamphetamine. This was what I meant in the beginning regarding
stopping – the prices back home just don’t appeal to me anymore.
Goodbye dexamphetamine, I will miss you!

Farewell, D5

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Dexamphetamine…you will be missed…
Little white pills smelling of sweet chalk…
D – a perpetual smile
– – a single score signifying focus, concentration and single-mindedness
5 – delivering 5 mg of dextroamphetamine sulfate, guaranteed
Versatile, ready to be crushed and insufflated (together with a whole lotta binders, all the better to clog my nostrils with :))
Or eaten, providing quick stimulation within 30 minutes
Reliable…you always deliver what you promise
How I choose to use you is the only variable…

The ritual of opening the screw on cap,
Feeling the tangible weight of the bottle resting on my palm,
Pulling the thick cotton out,
Giving the bottle a good shake,
The pills rolling out into my open hand,
The way I go “two, four, six, eight, ten, twelve” (and often more)…
Sometimes I have to shake more out,
Sometimes I have to put excess pills in,
Always on an empty stomach, with urinary alkalinizers at regular periods…
Making you work harder, longer, stronger
I will miss the other things too…
Like holding my urine for prolonged periods of time…:)
Another effort to make you last longer
The bladder pressure almost seems pleasurable.

The thing I will miss most about you…
“The score” – a symbol of the focus, the concentration and the single-mindedness,
The productivity, the mental clarity, the speed of thought you give…
and yes, the euphoria and the rush when you announce your presence.
The urge to fiddle and fix minor things, you bless me with the gift of perfectionism that I never had,
Turbo charging my brain, making hard tasks easy,
Boring tasks fun, repetitive work pleasurable.
The greatest catalyst of all, things get done quickly when you’re around
Speed – you’ve truly earned that name.
Dexamphetamine…traveling at the speed of light…
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…

Why is this man laughing?

Muahahaha!
Muahahahaha!
Muahahahahaha!
Muahahahahahaha!

What prompts this slightly insane and apparently unprovoked
laughter? I’m writing…it’ll be up in 30 minutes or so! πŸ™‚ Wait for
it, my dearest readers!!! Thanks from the bottom of my heart! πŸ™‚

Update: Erm…I’m getting sidetracked, but it’s on the way! Promise! πŸ™‚

Update #2: My apologies about the delay, but it’ll just be more for you (the interested readers) to read when it’s done. πŸ™‚

Beyond the Rainbow – My day in pictures

Dead parrot. Rainbow. Tree bark. Walk with me…

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Dead parrot. Too colorful. But real.

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Rainbow. Caulfield Plaza. Nice.

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Rainbow. Monash University Caulfield Campus. Picture of the Day.

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Tree bark. Pointless? But for texture stock photo collection.

NOFX – Monosyllabic Girl [sixthseal.com]
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I take her down to the aquarium, she says ‘shark’
I take her to the planetarium, she says ‘dark’
I take her to the seaside where she likes to spin and twirl
You know, she says ‘sure’ and ‘cool’ and ‘yeah’
She’s my monosyllabic girl

I take her to the university, she says ‘huh?’
I take her to her anniversary, she says ‘one!’
I take her to the jewelry store
I say ‘diamond’, she says ‘pearl’

Oh, everyone knows I’m in love with a monosyllabic girl
You know, everyone knows I’m in love with a monosyllabic girl

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