Dinner and a movie (with Ah Kuas and some Ecstasy pills thrown in)

star kuching

Miriam wanted to do this horror movie marathon by watching all the
currently showing flicks …so Saturday night, Ah Lung (Miriam’s bf)
dropped by my place to pick me up since there’s an established
association between Saturday nights and me ending up incapable of
operating a motor vehicle safely, and my vehicular accident history
does not inspire faith in the others so I don’t have to drive. Heh.

tiger beer classic

We then picked up Ah Boon and he had come with offerings. There
seems to be this beer called “Tiger Special Classic” out on the markets
now. It didn’t to taste any different from the normal Tiger beer and
evoked (not entirely unwanted) memories of Cap Langkau. Anyway, we
headed to Star Cineplex after that to go get the tickets. There two
that she hasn’t watched – Ju On 2 and Dead End. I haven’t watched any
of them. We finally settled for the latter and went to get some supper.

sin kwang heng

This is supper at the Central Market, Kuching. The stall’s name is
Sin Kwang Heng and they’ve been serving soya bean and sio bi’s for as
long as I can remember.

blmm supper

The four of us had that and went back to Star to catch Dead End.

dead end movie
Photo taken in cimema.

The movie was alright, there’s a lot of that sudden creepy music
leading to a Horrible Thing (TM) scenes that has become a staple of
horror movies. There was on particularly disconcerting one with the
mother seeming to scratch an itch that wouldn’t go away, and she kept
on going at it, and the camera pans right and we see that she’s
scratching her brain, the skull fragment has fallen off to expose the

I think that the movie counts too much on the “sudden shock” horror
movie cliche though I think they managed it well, since I could feel
the people behind me recoiling in fright. The funniest exchange of the
(sudden horror scene)

Ah Boon: Mai cibai hak tiok wah.
(Your mother’s cunt, scared me.)

Ah Lung: Wo mah se ho e hak tiok.
(The scene caught me by surprise too.)

Me: Wa chiak aneh chey Xanax, e pun etan hak tiok wah!
(I’ve taken so many Xanax pills and it still managed to give me a start!)

Miriam: Wo mei yo pei siak tau wor?
(I didn’t think that scene was all that scary.)

We look at her. Horror movie veteran.

Anyway, after the movie, we received word that raids are still in
full force (sigh). Tropicana (?) or another disco/entertainment venue
was raided earlier during the night. We drove around to await further
news and went hunting for Ah Kua’s for my digital photography
collection. Here’s one of them:

ah kua

Unfortunately, they managed to obscure their faces before I took the
photo. The flash is terribly slow and my digicam is the Nikon 5700,
which no one in their right mind would call low profile, so I didn’t
get many good ones, the camera can be spotted a mile away. I’ll only be
publishing this one anyway. This does not mean that we’re against
transsexuals or anything as malignant as that. It’s just street
photography, a hobby of mine. πŸ™‚

Anyway, true to the basics of economics, word started filtering in
that dealers are trying to offload as much of their stock as they can,
since word about raids get around and there’s be no one in left the
outlets except the exclusively alcohol representation. It would be
logical to assume that hoarding the pills for next week due to Acts of
Law Enforcement would be the sane thing to do, but strangely, the
Kuching market subscribes to an alternate line of thought and goes for
a more aggressive approach – they offload it by undercutting “normal
street prices” which is usually reported as RM 35 outside a venue and
anywhere from RM 40 upwards inside.

x pills 3 pack

These were going for RM 30 each or RM 80 for 3 pills, going as cheap
as RM 1,750 for 100 tablets bulk. A friend of ours bought the 3 pack
(he’ll be the only one dropping) and wanted to reagent test it at my
place, which I didn’t mind at all, so long as there’s relevant data to
publish about the Ecstasy pills going around Kuching now.

Disclaimer: I did not consume the pills nor do I have
anything illegal in my possession. I quit all illicits remember? All
three pills were consumed by a mutual friend who shall remain unnamed,
but we’ll call him SWIM for consistency in publication. I did not know
that person before today and I don’t have any of his contacts either.
He just wanted me to reagent test them to see what substance it
contains and said he’ll tell me what it felt like, called him just now
and this is what he has to say:

(All text below is by SWIM, but sixthseal.com has full copyright and
intellectual property ownership claims granted by SWIM in return for
reagent testing the Ecstasy tablets. All photographs are taken by me.)

X (XXX, Xtreme Games) Ecstasy pill report

Pill name: X, XXX, Xtreme Games
Pill color: Beige/dark yellow, almost mustardy.
Circa: Kuching, Sarawak (February 2004)
Details: There’s a large X stamp covering the side of one pill
and a smaller x inside the large one. There is no score and the back is
poorly pressed. The pill was quite soggy and had a white inner layer.
The pills seems to be originally white and then dipped into coloring.
Pill contents: MDMA

I, bearer of good news, stand witness that there’s more real Ecstasy
(MDMA) in the market now. This may be due to a more sophisticated
clientele, or to the relatively short acting properties of this
compound, compared to methamphetamine, which makes MDMA ideal for a
night out. I was quite pleased and surprised when the Marquis result
went purple/black:

yellow x marquis

And the Mandelin reagent produced a shade of purple as well:

yellow x mandelin

I triple dropped this (crunched up and swallowed all three Ecstasy
pills at the same time). Obviously I’m not very big on ascertaining the
MDMA content of each pill beforehand. Needless to say, this is not in
the interests of harm reduction since there might be more possible
medical complications. I’ve has always been a loud proponent of
multiple pill consumption, which seems to be a concept which is foreign
in Kuching. People seem to go really slow here, one or half a pill and
maybe the other half later.

yellow x pill front
Front of the pill with the X imprint.

Wtf? I’ve never seen the point in dropping a single pill, except for
review purposes. I typically quad drop (for weaker pills) and triple
drop (for stronger ones), since our group of friends are in different
lines of work so it’s only Saturday nights. Go hard or go home. πŸ˜‰ I
heard these ones are strong, so I triple dropped after testing for
active compounds with the reagents. I feel safe and I’m not worried
about MDMA, since I’ve had quite a bit of experience with it, so I
didn’t mind consuming an potential atypically strong batch since I’ve
been on higher doses (560 mg MDMA lab tested).

T+ 0.15 The typical indicators that an MDMA psychedelic trip is next on your itinerary.

T+ 0:30 I have to credit the local pills for being able to hold it’s own in terms of quality.

T+ 0.40 Sudden peak, body high, sensory enhancement and strong feelings of empathy and bonding typical of MDMA noted.

T+ 1:00 Very nice! I haven’t been this happy in a long time! πŸ™‚ I must have let my serotonin stores fill up nicely.

T+ 1:10 Jaw chattering, teeth clenching and feelings of alternating
extreme cold and extreme heat manifested. The body temperature
regulation issue resolved itself soon, but Miriam noticed that I had
unnaturally dilated pupils and the others could see I was peaking hard.

T+ 1:30 Totally out of it, Speech was rendered near impossible due
to heavy slurring and I found it hard to communicate due to the
inability to remember words and construct proper sentences. My friends
could tell that I was much blurer (than usual anyway ;)). I could
maintain some semblance of sobriety if the situation warrants it,
thought it probably won’t fool anyone in a drug raid.

Events after this point are only vague half forgotten memories, just
remember a wonderful flood of serotonin which I haven’t experienced in
a while. There was extreme nysagamus which adds to the beauty of MDMA.
I’m not a big fan of pills, to be honest, I’m more of a meth fan, since
MDMA usually precedes the dreaded E-pression. Three of these (no
tolerance, last pill was 1-2 months ago) did give me a wonderful MDMA
experience. I thought I couldn’t get the same effects from MDMA anymore
but I was proved wrong. It was beautiful…

yellow x pill back
Back of the Yellow X pill – not very well pressed.

RTB around 5 hour mark. Sleep doesn’t seem to be forthcoming even at
T+ 11:00 despite generous benzodiazepine administration. The comedown
is a bit harsh too, to say the least. The depression storm is
definitely building up and it seems like a big one this time. With one
hand, He giveth and with the other, taketh away. πŸ˜‰ Nevertheless, I
give it a much deserved:

Rating: 9/10

Splatterday Night Fever:
splatterday 290204
29th February 2004

A least complimentary photo of yourself every Sunday. Come as you
are. Scattered Sundays (TM) is a designation day of rest according to
the gospel. Here at sixthseal.com, we like to think of ourselves as
Christians and thus is bound by the teachings of the Bible. The Lord
hath speaketh! In deference to this religious observation, comments
will only be replied on Monday. πŸ˜‰

In other news, I’m planning to go for a full renal test this week.
I’ll love to see the results. My girlfriend always admonishes me with a
“hen tuo when ti” when I say something like this. πŸ™‚ I admit, I’m a bit
of a hypochondriac, but I want to go anyway, if just to see the
results. Which medical center would be cheaper? Normah or Timberland?
I’ll wager RM 50 that someone is bound to say, “Renal function test? At
your age?” πŸ˜‰ I’ll love to reply with something like “Yeah, I wanted to
see if 8 years of recreational drug use did any damage to my kidneys.”,
but obviously, a smartass reply should be avoided since our fine
country Malaysia does not offer full doctor patient confidentiality.
It’s definitely a far cry from medical professionals in Australia who
treats the patients (had several drug induced ER trips) and releases
them after lightly treading the issue about whether the patient wants
to talk to the inhouse drug dependency counselor (it’s optional), with
no obligation to report to the police. Hell, they even give you your
stuff back…

(KL, Malaysia) “Ecstasy” (feng tau) pill report: Pink Penguin

This is a veritas [sixthseal.com] post.

Heavily sharpened photo of the Pink Penguin imprint.

“Ecstasy” Pill Name: Pink Penguin
Circa: September 2003
Pill Color: Pink
Pill Description: Pink pill with beveled edges on both sides and
no score. The pink seems to be a coating, the insides of the pill is
white. The imprint is shallow, not impressive.
Tested: No. Don’t have reagents here.
Suspected Contents: Ketamine and other stuff (see below).

Original photo of the pill.

I will not go into details regarding the aquisition of this pill –
it doesn’t seem to be a good idea, so let’s just skim over the details
and get on with the review. I paid RM 50 for this “Ecstasy” pill – I
asked for a feng tau pill and the guy didn’t have it, he only has
Erimin 5 pills for RM 20 (horrible price) but he will call someone who
has pills to come over, and it’s RM 50. It’s not the price I’m used to
paying. This is expensive, due to the location of the transaction, but
I thought wtf, I haven’t done a pill review in ages, so why not?

What is it about dealers here putting stuff in cigarettes? It’s so bleeding obvious…

Anyway, I passed him RM 50 and he said come back in 5 minutes. I was
wary of being ripped off, but I have er…surveyed the area for a while
and he seems to be a permanant fixture of the place and he wasn’t going
anywhere (runner gets the pill) so I decided to give it a go, haven’t
been ripped off here before anyway. Well, I went to the toilets and
came back in three minutes…I made eye contact and he pointed to an
empty cigarette pack conveniently located an arms length away from
where he was sitting, so I picked it up and checked – yes, there is a
pill inside.

Pill inside the cigarette pack.

Well, I went to a public toilet to study the pill (I like imprints)
and the first thing that crossed my mind when I saw the (shabby) pill
imprint was that it’s a cockroach or some other bug. I looked at it
from all possible sides and the best I could think of is Pink Penguin.
A pink penguin smoking a pipe (or using a walking stick). Runner ups
are Pink Golf Bag (not very catchy), Pink Archer, Pink Ninja (well if
you look at it real hard and squint) and Pink Singer (the long pipe
beig the mike and the main shape the person).

Pink Penguin front view.

I did not ask about the pill name, does anyone know what these are
called in KL? It was obviously made by a chemist with an interest in
abstract art because it isn’t a word (eg ‘CU’, ‘Tp’, ‘AK47’) nor a
readily identifiable image (eg dove, nike swoosh, clogs). Anyway, I
crunched up the pill on an empty stomach and recognized the taste –
that salty, tangy ketamine taste that makes people retch. πŸ˜‰ Ah, wasted
lah, if I knew it was ketamine I would have crushed and insufflated it.

Pink Penguin back view.

Anyway, the pill hit me SURPRISINGLY fast! Within the minute, I was
feeling an acute sense of vertigo and there were visual characteristics
consistant with ketamine (world moving faster than you etc). Now this
is the most disturbing part…within 3 minutes my whole tongue burned,
started tingling and turned numb. Next thing I knew, my throat was
closing up on me and I had to struggle to breathe! Wtf? I was worried
about this for 30 seconds, until the throat constriction passed and I
could breath again (albeit through a swollen tongue and throat – or so
it seems). Very smart ar, want to make your pills Very kick hor!

Outlined the imprint for better visibility.

I wonder what did the chemist cut it with…possibly novacaine or
another similar compound coz the tingling and numbness was really
intense with a rapid onset. It could be anything for all I know, just
watch out for this effect and stay away if you don’t want any unknown
tangibles in your pills. Anyway, the tingling, burning sensation and
throat constriction lasted about 30 minutes. From my experiences with
ketamine, methamphetamine and MDMA, this seems to be a ketamine pill,
possibly with a bit of caffeine inside as well, but no
(meth)amphetamine that’s for sure. It is definately not an MDMA pill. πŸ™‚

Well this was what I wrote while under the influence (transcribed with errors intact):

Numbness in extmemities
k space
very blur
ketamine – dnno wats going on
lost the plot
fucking bizzare
people are strange
i stepped into alice in wonderland
eat me
not a k hole dose obvously since i,m out in public and can scribble this

The effects were consistant with ketamine – rapid onset and fast
peak with effects tapering off at the 1 hour point. I don’t know how
much Special K (not the cereal) this pill has, but it’s fairly ok,
would have been good to insufflate this. I was able to maintain a level
of sobriety (or at least I think I did :)) in public and respond to
stimuli. Conversation is very possible, though not complex ones. Peak
felt great, visual distortions – the tunnel vision that I get on
ketamine. Perhaps I didn’t behave properly as I remember laughing out
loud at the peak. πŸ˜‰

Sealed – for your convenience. πŸ˜‰

Don’t expect to get K-holed by one of these, but snort a couple in
quick succession and you might get near the line dose. It’s a fairly
good pill but I wouldn’t pay RM 50 for a ketamine pill. I experienced a
full return to baseline after T+ 2.

Next up: veritas’s guide to taking photos in public – Chapter
1: Managing unsanitary conditions (eg public toilets) while maintaining
a reasonable level of sterility. πŸ˜‰

BTW, I used a card as the base and then a white receipt as the
background. Both were flushed after the session. Needless to say if you
drop the pill on the floor, forget about it, consider it gone.

Hmm…I might try one of those Erimin’s he’s selling, could be something interesting.

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EZ-Test substance testing kit (Ecstasy pill tester)

You’ve got mail!

EZ Test
[eztest.com]. It’s a set of chemical solutions for testing substances.
The reagents produce different reactions to different chemicals so you
can test for Ecstasy (MDMA), methamphetamine, 2C-B, DXM etc. It’s very
useful to have around for testing pills, although personally I’ve never
had any problems about this in Australia. MDMA pills are sold as MDMA
pills and ketamine/speed pills are sold as such. It is useful to verify
the contents of a pill though, so I usually use a Marquis reagent which
I get at Off Ya Tree, a local headshop.

Inside the package is the EZ Test container and a booklet

That ran out some time ago and I found out that EZ Test has a Australian distributor
[ez-test.com.au] which mails their substance testing kits cash on
delivery, so I ordered a set from them. This is the EZ Test Xtreme,
which has 4 different chemicals – the EZ Test (Marquis reagent),
Simon’s reagent, Robadope and the buffer solution. The Marquis reagent
is probably the most well known for testing Ecstasy pills, but the
other reagents compliment the Marquis solution to provide more
comprehensive results. Hmm…I feel like I’m writing this for a report! πŸ™‚

The EZ Test container – a closer look

Anyway, the Marquis reagent is able to detect MDxA type substances
(eg MDMA, MDA, MDEA), amphetamines (speed), 2C-B (also called Nexus,
pretty rare chemical), and DXM.

A peek inside the container

Simons’s reagent is used to test for a “secondary amine”, which to
my limited chemistry knowledge means the substances that have a longer
chemical name than usual. πŸ˜‰ These are things like methamphetamine (a
methyl group added to -amphetamine), MDMA and so on. This one is good
for testing meth, it won’t react with amphetamines (primary amine),
only with methamphetamines (secondary amine). Anyway, there isn’t a
burning need to have this around either, since most of the ‘speed’ sold
in Australia is methamphetamine, or so I’ve heard. It’s not that hard
to subjectively differentiate meth and speed (I use speed to refer to
amphetamine) when consumed anyway.

The 4 bottles of reagents

Robadope on the other hand does the opposite of what Simon’s reagent
does. Robadope is used to detect the presence of a primary amine (like
amphetamine). Unfortunately, this test requires quite a lot of the
substance to work. The instructions say at least 1/8th of a pill is
needed to produce a reaction. That’s quite wasteful, but it’s
interesting to have around, if only to test things at random. =D

EZ Test (Marquis reagent)

There is also the buffer solution, which I think (don’t quote me on
this) is used to speed up the reaction times. Either that, or it’s the
“missing link” that’s needed for Simon’s and Robadope to react, perhaps
the solutions are not that stable and won’t keep as long when combined.
Again, I don’t really know what the buffer is for, just that it’s used
with Simon’s and Robadope but not Marquis.

Simon’s reagent

The tests are done in sequence and by inference and extrapolation
(just love this phrase), you can detect whether a
pill/powder/capsule/whatever contains MDxA (MDMA, MDEA, MDA),
methamphetamine, amphetamine, PMA, 2C-B, DXM, combinations (primary
amine – secondary amine like a MDMA/amphetamine combo pill) and even
heroin. Each reagent changes color when it’s exposed to the
recreational substances that it’s able to detect.


I don’t know why I’m in a mood for writing something like this, but
anyway. πŸ™‚ Here’s an example, using the EZ Test kit on a dexamphetamine
tablet. I had 2 pills left, which isn’t enough to do anything, so I’ve
left it lying around…until today! Today, I’m going to strike the fear
of God into the little white pills. Or something. I’m tweaking again,
verbal diarrhea and mindless chatter ahoy! =D

Buffer solution

Anyway, if you’ve read my posts, you’ll know that I have a
dexamphetamine script for my…ah, narcolepsy. πŸ˜‰ I can’t stop with the
wink wink nudge nudge every time I mention this, my apologies, I’m
actually privately gloating about my script. Heh. Okay, enough
silliness, sorry about that.

5 mg dexamphetamine tablets

Back on topic, dexamphetamine is a primary amine, from what I’ve
read, amphetamine is a racemic mixture containing both the + and –
isomers. Those are dextro and laevo and Collin’s English Dictionary
defines it as such:

(Chem) of, concerned with, or being a mixture of dextrorotatory
and laevorotatory isomers in such proportions that the mixture has no
optical activity
[ETYMOLOGY: 19th Century: from RACEME (as in racemic acid) + -IC]

Anyway, the laevo (or levo) isomers of both amphetamine and
methamphetamine isn’t recreational compared to the dextro isomers. I
don’t know if this is true for all -amphetamines, but its true for
(meth)amphetamine. The stuff you get off the street is a racemic
mixture, so looking from a recreational perspective, it’s inferior to
dextro only isomers. In other words, pure dextro (meth)amphetamines
will get you higher than a racemic mixture. Personally, I like
dexamphetamine (dextroamphetamine sulfate) because it’s much more
stimulating that street speed (racemic amphetamine), but I’ll take
racemic methamphetamine over it any day! =D

Dextroamphetamine sulfate – our test subject

I digress. I suspect I’m boring half of you with the background
information and insulting half of you by elaborating on things that you
already know. Nevertheless, I shall continue. πŸ™‚ Oh, and you might have
noticed that I don’t use the word “drug” or “drugs”. I dislike that
term because of the negative connotations that’s associated with it. I
use the term “substances” and “chemicals” instead to refer to
recreational compounds. Okay, instead of digressing again and again and
being self indulgent, I’ll continue to the tests.

Substance: 5 mg dexamphetamine pill (dextroamphetamine sulfate)

Dexamphetamine pill, crushed into powder

The pill is crushed up with a dog tag as if to prepare for
insufflating (snorting). Half of the powder is used for the tests and
the other half was, er…insufflated. The first test is done using the
Marquis reagent. A small portion of the powder is isolated into a
corner of a CD jewel case and two drops of the Marquis reagent is
applied to it.

Test: Marquis Reagent

The pill’s content is already known, so this is just a test for fun
and to show how reagents work. The Marquis reagent will react by
changing color to orange/brown when it detects amphetamine (speed).
Let’s see how it goes in the test.

Yellow as soon as it came into contact with the powdered dexamphetamine pill.

The color started to look orange after a couple of seconds.

It’s noticeably orange now.

Yup, unmistakably orange. Indicates the presence of amphetamine (dexamphetamine = amphetamine).

The reaction settled to become a brown goo after a minute.

Marquis Reagent result: Orange, indicating either methamphetamine or amphetamine.

Test: Simon’s Reagent

Two drops of Simon’s reagent and 4 drops of the buffer solution is
applied to another portion of the powdered dexamphetamine pill. This
should turn blue if there is a secondary anime (methamphetamine) but it
won’t react if it’s amphetamine (primary amine).

No reaction. The red drops are the reagents, accidentally dropped it outside the sample.

Simon’s Reagent result: No reaction, ruling out
methamphetamine. This indicates that it’s amphetamine, from the
positive result from the previous Marquis test.

Test: Robadope

There’s actually no point in doing the Robadope, since the substance
is already known from the two tests. Robadope is mainly used for
testing for combinations eg MDMA/amphetamine combo pill. The Robadope
will proceed nevertheless. πŸ™‚ The reaction will be reddish/purple if it
detects a primary amine (like dexamphetamine).

I fudged up the first test by dropping too much Robadope on too little sample.

Slight salmon color.

The second attempt uses only a single drop of Robadope + 2 drops of buffer on quite a large sample.

Slight reddish tint. It is noticeable to the naked eye (if you squint
really hard), but the colors translated poorly to the digicam. It
wasn’t the shade of red I expected, but that’s probably because the
sample was mostly binders + fillers instead of dexamphetamine. There’s
heaps of binders in a dex pill, which is why snorting is such a chore
that I just eat them after heavy urinary alkalization.

Robadope result: Salmon red tint. This indicates a primary amine – dextroamphetamine.

This is how Ecstasy pill testers work – by cross-referencing reagent results. πŸ™‚

They’re starting younger and younger…

Schoolgirl, 12, suspended over amphetamines

Notice that the girl was considered a “model student”. I guess staying up
for days on end does give you an edge in classes. Not having an appetite
will do wonders for your figure as well. Heh. In another semi-related news

Star couple’s toddler swallows ecstasy tablet

This is not as improbable as it sounds. Ecstasy tablets have been found on
the floors of drug friendly raves before. It could be dropped (haha) by a
someone who’s rolling too hard to realize or dropped on purpose on some
MDMA-fuelled charitable act. Not that I know, of course.

Dusted by an Angel

or how I railed on Friday, rolled on Saturday and landed in a
hospital on Sunday. Mr. Foaf’s report on his interesting weekend. All
text below the line (including captions) written by Mr. Foaf. He also
apologizes for being not his eloquent self, he hasn’t slept since then
and is now feeling the debilitating crash from his remarkable weekend.
This is a true story.

********* All lines after this are written by Mr. Foaf **********

Friday (27.09.2002)

railed 1.5 points of methamphetamine powder over a one hour period.
I wanted to go to sleep at around 8 am so I smoked a new bag of weed I
got from a new dealer. The buds came in chopped halves mixed with some
kind of wood shavings (?) and dusted with white powder (?!). The dealer
assured me that they’re just a mixture of the three most potent strains
of marijuana. I smoked two bowls of finely shredded bud and found it
surprisingly strong. It floored and stoned me with just two bowls, and
I already have significant tolerance from smoking daily. The stoney
feeling felt very indica-like and I felt comfortable crumpling myself
into a ball and sitting on my seat. Surprisingly, the weed felt
“speedy” for lack of a better term. I did get the munchies after a
while, and ate a couple of corn chips while I watched a movie, which I
promptly forgot all about. I didn’t sleep much that day from the meth
and “speedy weed”, which kinda brought me up again instead of down.

Saturday (28.09.2002)

After a fitful couple of hours sleep, I woke again feeling totally
untested and rather lethargic, which is common after taking stimulant
substances. I wanted to catch Lab 4 [lab4.com] at Hard Kandy
[hardkandy.com] later that night, so I called up my meth dealer and met
up with him to get 3 points of meth. 1 point = 0.1 gram, which should
keep a casual user up all night. I arrived at Hard Kandy at slightly
past 12 pm and got a ticket for A$35 (A$25 prepaid) and a free Lab 4 –
Virus CD with 9 tracks running at 58:13. I checked my coat into the
clock room and waited for one of the toilet stalls to become free.
There was a long line for the cubicles in the men’s toilet and from the
snorting sounds, they didn’t sound like they were vacating themselves.
I myself dabbed 1.5 points and swallowed it and insufflated the other
1.5 points.

Not much dancing going on.

The dance floor was pretty empty then, despite the DJ’s efforts to
get people to dance. Most people were handing out in the chill room or
on one of the many sofas around the dance floor. Perhaps they were
saving their energy for the Lab 4 set, which is on from 3-4:30 am.
Anyway, I was feeling the drip by then, so I positioned myself dance
floor and started dancing a bit, enjoying the nice coming up of meth. I
haven’t eaten anything since the couple of corn chips last night so the
oral dose kicked in right about the time the nasal dose peaked so I
felt pretty good for a while, typical “body buzz”, but not so much of a
rush, perhaps due to tolerance from last night’s dose. I noticed that I
started to gnaw on my tongue, cheeks and lips, a bad habit I have while
on stimulant drugs. My hands felt like they wanted to constantly keep
on moving too, but I felt the meth plateau at around 1 pm. That seems
disappointingly early, so I started looking around the venue for
someone who looked like they might have drugs. The first guy didn’t
have any, but I caught sight of this Chinese looking guy loaded with
tattoos who stood near the toilet. Seems like a good bet, so I asked
him if he had any “stuff”. He asked me what I wanted and I thought he
said he sells pills and sex. That seems like a funny question to pose
in a rave, but I didn’t think much of it, until I realized he sells
Durex – Safe Sex pills. Ah, now that sounds more logical. Heh. I’ve
heard mostly good stuff about the Durex Safe Sex pills and he has the
white ones, which I hear is a good batch. These pills are round and
white with tiny blue specks and has the word Durex on one side and Safe
Sex on the other. Here is a photo I took in the popular men toilet.

Durex logo on front. White pills with light blue specks.

Safe Sex written on the back.

The white w/ tiny blue specks are said to only contain MDMA
(Ecstacy) but I did not have a reagent or testing kit with me, so I
can’t really be sure. I crunched up the pill at 2 am and was assaulted
by a wave of potent bitterness that only washed away after I grabbed a
lollypop from the counter. Please note that methamphetamine use is not
recommended in conjunction with MDMA as there is research that suggest
the combination could be neurotoxic. Furthermore, it is said that meth
doesn’t add much to the MDMA experience anyway since MDMA can be
“speedy” by itself. But personally, I can’t dance the whole night
without a speedy drug, so usually speed or meth is on my itenarary for
a big night. πŸ™‚ I enjoy the speedy effects of meth too, but there is
some stigma associated with amphetamines in the rave scene. I didn’t
receive any disappovings looks though, even though my dancing style is
“speedy” as opposed to “E-style”. Don’t really know how to describe the
difference between the two though. The people at the rave today seemed
really friendly and E’d up too. I had a lot of good conversations with
other rollers, always a plus in a good rave scene. It’s good to see
that the PLUR aspects has not totally gone from the rave scene in a big
city like Melbourne. I couldn’t for the life of me remember their
names, but I was rolling hard last night as you’ll see as the report
progresses. πŸ™‚

The friendly bartender.

Anyway, the E started to kick in about T+30 (30 minutes after I
dropped). There wasn’t really a noticeable come-up, which happens to
some people when taking meth and Ecstasy together. But when I felt the
first hot flashes, it nearly floored me. Didn’t feel like dancing much
then and sat at the stairs near the Vietnamese guys (found out that
he’s a Vietnamese who happens to speak Cantonese). My Cantonese wasn’t
really good though, so we mostly conversed in English. By this time the
emphatic qualities of Ecstasy made itself apparent and I did felt us
bonding and talking a lot and basically just hanging out. I feel that
the best part of raves can be talking to other people who are rolling
as well. Anyway, after T+50 I start feeling slightly drunk, and totally
clumsy when I was walking. I’m having hot and sweaty palms too. I was
stumbling here and there, general difficulty in moving but still felt
emphatic and a sense of “one-ness” with people I talked to. I postulate
that this batch of White Durexes has some ketamine in it as well. This
is further supported by my total loss of smell as soon as the pill
started peaking. I didn’t want to move then, which is too bad because
the ketamine bits started kicking in right after Lab 4 entered. πŸ™ I
only danced in the first couple of songs, and sat at the stairs with my
new buddies near the set. I could see everyone who had dropped the
white Durexes are getting clumsy and drunken. I laid on my back for a
while and didn’t experience any of the harsher K-trip portions like
disassociation. I did felt my legs lock up and needed to stretch them
out though. I need to state that the only family of drugs that I’m
scared of are disassocaitives. It feels too much like dying at higher
doses and really isn’t fun for me. The white Durex doesn’t seem to have
a lot of K though, and I felt the ketamine portions wear off about 50
minutes after it started, and I was left in a clean E afterglow. Please
note that I did not test the pills with reagents and cannot attest to
the presence of Ketamine in the white Durexes, but it sure had all the
hallmarks of a high MDMA low Ketamine ratio pill. I should allow for
the possibility that the Durexes only contain MDMA and it just hit me
particularly hard and floored me because I had no tolerance to MDMA.
The last time I dropped Ecstasy was years ago.

One of the first DJs.

Anyway, I was still feeling slightly uncoordinated when I moved but
I wanted another pill so I went with one of the guys to withdraw money
from the ATM a block away from the venue. We were stumbling to cross
the road, helping each other out a bit. Must have been quite a sight,
since our balance wasn’t back to normal. After I got back, I heard that
there’s a new batch of Durexes in, but these ones are selling for A$40
instead of A$35. I dropped one of the new batches at around 3:30 am.
Instead of prolonging the previous E’s roll, it instead started a new
rushing sensations and a new peak. I’m inclined to believe that these
new ones really do have only MDMA inside, but it won’t be too helpful,
since I didn’t even bother to check the color or take photographs, I
just popped it and crunched it up. πŸ™‚ Tasted bitter like the first one,
with the first rushes felt at T+30. I was told afterwards that these
pills are also white Durex/Safe Sexes, just a different batch. By T+60
I was peaking pretty good, with frequent hot flushes, but the second
tablet kinda floored me too, in an E way. I guess it was slightly too
much after stopping from indulging in disco biscuits for years. It felt
good though, but too be honest, I feel that rolling after meth only
provides emphatic qualities with much of the euphoric rushes kinda
overshadowed by meth’s significantly speedier rushes. I feel that
Ecstasy is a more happy feeling while meth is more euphoric. I was
kinda stoned too, and didn’t move much, but that’s probably because
I’ve not had E’s fro quite a while. I was hit with blurry/wobbly vision
for the rest of the night too. But that is one of the good effects of E
so I didn’t mind.

Lab 4 in da house.

While still rolling hard, this guy started up a conversation with me
and I found that he has one of the beige Durex/Safe Sex and is willing
to part with it for A$35. These pills were reputed to contain MDA but
again I don’t have a reagent kit and didn’t really care at this point.
I was more than a little farked, generally being happy and just sitting
on my ass talking to people. I crunched this one up and it tasted
bitter with a sourish aftertaste. I did felt the Ecstasy roll longer
and occasional heavy “floor your ass” hot rushes that left me slightly
confused and very blurry vision. At one point I stumbled across the
hallway, fully meaning to go to the toilet, since I hadn’t pissed the
whole night. I tried to earlier in the night but couldn’t even squeeze
a drop out of my poor, shrunk to a third of it’s former glory, penis.
Happens a lot on meth. Anyway, this girl suddenly popped up in front of
me, asking if I’m alright because I didn’t look too well. I felt pretty
good though, just slightly confused by the hot rushes and probably
dehydrated. Didn’t get much to drink the whole night at all. She led me
to the chill room, and I forgot about going to the toilet again.
Finally remembered after she seated me down and asked if I’m alright
again, and went off to the toilet. I looked at myself in the mirror and
could see that my pupils has dilated to a prodigious size, almost
filling my iris. Found myself not blinking much too, just staring wide
eyed. Heh. I looked pretty out of it, I’ll admit.

More Lab 4 shots.

Getting ready…

Close up.

Another close up.

I decided to get some air and took a short walk around the block.
More time must have passed since then but I don’t remember much of last
night after my third pill anyway. I knew the bouncer commented that I
looked really out of it as he let me in though. Decided to be careful
and stay inside the club from now one. It was already 8 am at that
point and I decided to go for one last pill to cap up the night. I
asked around and this girl says she has several pills and asked me
which kind I wanted. I couldn’t concentrate well enough to think so I
just said I’ll like the strongest one. After A$35 was exchanged for a
pill (totally forgot the name), I swallowed in whole and chased it down
with some Red Bull. Still feeling very out of it and it was getting
worse. Major stumbling and several people asked me if I was alright.
Decided to go to the cloak room upstairs to get my cost. This is where
the night turned strange. As I walked up the stairs, I felt a
distinctive “going into a K-hole” feeling. Felt myself kinda separating
from my body, and was watching myself talk from behind my right
shoulder, but still very near myself. I lost my ticket stub so the
cloak room attendants had to show me each of the coats which are black.
There were a lot, but I was starting to have really screwy vision. It’s
like there is a black fog over my eyes and I couldn’t even focus on the
coats. Had a get them to show me coats for 30 minutes before I finally
recognized mine. Cheers to those two girls who were patient with a hard
rolling raver.

The dance floor later at night.

I decided that I needed to chill out a bit so I sat near the stairs
and closed my eyes. I was puzzled to find very bright light shining
through my eyelids even when closed so I opened my eyes but the venue
was still dark. This is rather puzzling since most drugs do have nice
closed eyed visuals, but by this point, it looked like I was looking at
the bright sun whenever I closed my eyes. I never experienced this
“very bright closed eyed experience” before. I decided to stretch my
legs a bit and stumbled over to a table by the dance floor. Now, it was
getting pretty apparent that I was tripping balls at this point. Colors
start to become vivid and flowy and I could see trails of everything.
Felt pretty weird so I looked down at the table and saw that it was
starting to become smaller as I leaned on it. Looked to the right as
saw this girl dressed in a checkered box shirt turn into a sofa! She
was dancing and leaned down and instantly turned into a checkered box
patterned sofa and then leaned up again and become a girl again.
Whoa…I was pretty sure that what I had was not Ecstasy so I decided
to get a water and sit down near the steps to chill out a little. I
have some problem in getting myself understood at this point. Making
coherent sentences became harder so I just sat near the edge and
watched the people dance. I closed my eyes again and saw the bright
sunlight so I decided to keep them open. Major visual trails starting
hitting and by T+30 I was seeing full blown open eyed visual
hallucinations. I see everyone with a fluid face, but it didn’t really
scare me, because I’m still aware that I had taken some drugs just now
and it’s just that affecting me. It was fun to look at people because
their faces looked like a clean pink slate with shadows forming and
swirling on their faces. Liquid shadows, no resemblance to eyes or
noses at all, just flowing liquid faces. I could see the darkness
“breaking down” into the primary colors too. I don’t really know how to
explain it, but it seems like darkness is made up of red, blue and
green blobs and they move around, kinda floating like an amoeba. It was
not a K-hole feeling at all, I still felt clear headed and could move
but I couldn’t focus on people. It seems that my eyes automatically
switched to another person whenever I focused on someone’s face. There
was major, colorful and true visual hallucinations, which prompts me to
believe that either:

Pill No. 3 is MDA and it only kicked in after T+90

Pill No. 4 is MDMA


Pill No 3. is MDMA

Pill No. 4 is 2C-B

I’m inclined to think it was the latter because the visual
hallucinations was really, really clear, not just distortions like acid
visuals. I’ve never seen such vivid open eyed hallucinations before,
but it was good because I was still clear headed and know I’m tripping.
2C-B is not very common in Melbourne, but I’ve heard of people who were
able to get it. MDA in the third pill is slightly unlikely because from
what I’ve heard, an MDA trip lasts longer. The total time of hardcore
open eyed visuals was around 2 hours and I could see people looking at
me all the time. I wondered if I was having paranoid delusions or I
really looked absolutely fucked. Soon 11 am rolled by and I moved my
ass for one last song before the club closed. We filled out slowly and
I could feel people looking at me as I walked past. I decided to keep a
low profile and looked at the street to hide my dilated pupils. I
walked to the Mid Valley Arcade and called for a taxi. I kept on
hearing auditory hallucinations of police cars pulling up and that kept
me paranoid. It didn’t help several times, whitish cars passed by,
making me literally jump. I was feeling uncomfortable at this point
because there were people walking around and it’s already 11 am.
Decided to look at the window instead so I could see the reflection of
the taxi as it pulled in. That really stressed me out. Anyway, the taxi
van pulled up after about 30 minutes and I sat facing opposite the
driver to avoid giving myself away. All the while we were on the road,
I kept seeing a reflection of a police car right in front of us. I
thought the taxi driver must have called the police or something, but
when I looked at the suspected police car, it always turned out to be a
van or another truck. When I looked back again, a police car started
appearing at the corner of my field of vision again. I heard from radio
chatter too. πŸ™ Finally reached my apartment slightly past 12 pm and
tipped the driver a good A$15 on top of the fare.

After getting back, I immediately jumped into the shower to sober
up. When I closed my eyes, the bright lights were back and when I
opened them again, the walls (which were white) looked very yellowish
and depressing. I could see minor trails and a mesh wire pattern when I
open my eyes.

Sunday (29/09/2002)

I still haven’t had any sleep at this point. I tried to sleep at 1
pm after I got back but couldn’t fall asleep for the life of me. Must
be all that meth I ingested. By 12 am I was still wide awake, so I
grabbed a hot coffee and decided to wait till the crash. By 6 am I was
STILL wide fucking awake and closing my eyes only produced bizzare red,
green and blue blobs, so I thought it was time to smoke some weed and
chill out a little. I broke off a large bud from the strong weed I got
before and was puzzled to find it somehow intertwined with wood
shavings. It didn’t look like the normal bud fibers at all, and smelled
like chemicals. I didn’t think much of it at that point though, and
slipped the Lab 4 CD into my CD player and chilled out while hitting 4
large cones and holding them in for nearly 2 minutes each. After I put
down my pipe, I felt kinda weird, as if the meth effects were coming
back. I was feeling speedy and my hands started becoming nervous and
moving really quickly again. At some point I started to trip again.
This is what I wrote while that happened.

The PCP laced cannabis buds.

Trip report:

I can see really promising color distortions and dissection into red
green blue RGP and furthermore can create vistas! Can make myself bleed
camn make myself hairy, can frighthen myself and create realistic RGB
persistant eye trailer detailed movie that a mind can belive and
control, they are too powerfull. Shooting at me with their missles and
their laser weapons. Can feel the speedy effects take over me too. This
is strong weed. I hurt myself. I make myself bleed and comfort myselfs.
White flashes and loud hairs. Rewarads. Stike is called, the swarm
swarm forth and the defenders defended.Close battle, this will be a
close one won by the battle ships under the stress emmiters and

ATTACK THEM@!!!!!!!!!!!!
(sounts of warships battling.)





You win!

Attack them!\


Battle of heaven and earth!

The battle is being decided as we speak.

True realistic open eyed visuals! Detailed, though only in RGB! But it can now
display more colors as we speak. I evolve…

I upgrade.

True trails when got hand movements now!@

Realistic OEVS! I CAN”T BELIEVE THIS!Q!!!!!!!

More colors now as dawn break! I EVOLVE AGAIN!!!

Wow … indeed he did

Nearly true color now and my left hand is bleeding, now both of them are bleeding….

One last fight to determine who wins

And it said “It’s now the time to terminated your services”




Persistant worls and I don’t even need to wave my hands for them to stay!


End Trip Report

A closer look reveals a powder sprinkled on the weed.

I was basically seeing opened eyed visuals again at dawn. The red
sunlight shining in caused my low lighted bedroom to swirl with red,
green and blue colors. Red was the predominant color though and I
looked like I was bleeding. I could see a whole forest sprout out in my
room and there was a girl in a blue jumper just in the corner of my eye
and she was there all the time, except when I looked. She scared me and
made me jump a few times, before I realized that she’s not real. But I
couldn’t be sure though coz the opened eyed visuals are starting to
become really creepy now and really realistic. I started to become
really dizzy and confused too and started becoming rather worried. I
decided it’s time to sleep and tried lying down in bed. Now, this is
where things take a turn for the worse. My CD player was off but I
could still hear The Creator by Lab 4 playing from the speakers. Not
just some refrain too, a full song that I’ve only heard for the first
time a couple of minutes ago. Suddenly, I was hit with a severe wave of
nausea and a scary sound started reverberating around my eyes. If
you’re seen The Exorcist, that sound was the loud metallic scary clanks
when Linda Blair was about to be put into the CAT scan machine. πŸ™ It
really scared me and I could feel myself kinda slip away. I was really
worried at this point, so I tried to close my eyes but that scared me
again for some reason. I put my hand to my heart and felt it become
slower and slower and I felt myself breathing shallower and taking
fewer breaths too. I won’t kid you, I was really scared at this point
and just wanted to sleep. But another wave of a nausea hit me and I
turned myself into the coma position so I won’t choke on my own vomit.
Felt something come out and threw up in my sink. I think I threw up
about 2 liters of pure water. I haven’t had anything to eat for days
and not much to drink too. I couldn’t piss as well and this was all
starting to scare me. I tried lying down again but only felt myself
disassociating from my body. I did not like this feeling at all and
felt as if I was dying. I was scared and kept monitoring my pulse rate.
I could hear it slow down again and I quickly sat up when it did and
moved my hands a bit to make my heart speed up. I somehow “knew” I had
to keep doing that or else my heart will just stop and I’ll die. I
wasn’t thinking rationally at this point and was getting really fucking
scared. I could hear the banging noises again and promised that I will
not do any drugs again should I get out of this experience unscathed. I
felt myself disassociating again and willfully pushed my soul back into
my body coz someone was telling me that if I either let my soul leave
of let my heart stop bleeding I would die. I could hear the voice
talking to me, but I don’t know where it came from. I was having a
panic attack because I’ve never experienced this effect before. I felt
my legs shrink and my arms elongate as if my soul was stretching me to
escape. I was frantic at this point coz no amount of movement will make
my heart beat faster so I opened my window and looked down at the car
park. I know the car park is a good few floors below my apartment but
at this point my depth perception was absolutely shot. My large room
felt like a small coffin and I was starting to shrink and shrink and my
cupboard looked very large and mountain-like and I know that if I let
myself shrink I’ll never come out alive. I don’t know why I thought
that, I was absolutefuckingly freaking out in a bad, bad way. I opened
my window and looked down at the car park and it looked like I could
touch the ground if I just reached out with my hand. I live fairly high
up, so that wasn’t possible, but I couldn’t think rationally at that
point. I just know I could touch the car park floor if only I reached
out with my hand, so I did. I leaned out through the window too, and
felt the wind on my skin, which sobered me up only a little. Just then,
the speakers told me “Please don’t do that”. I heard it clearly and I
was totally scared and freaked out and wanted to cry. I closed the
window again and went to throw up. I couldn’t throw up anymore so I
lied down on the floor and immediately felt myself shrinking again.
This time it came faster, if I didn’t pay full attention I will
immediately shrink to the size of an ant. The speakers told me this is
not good, because you’ll need to travel a long distance to reach the
door because you’re shrunk an you’re an ant. I was seriously not
rational at this point and wanted to run away from my apartment. My
thought processes were fucked and scaring me and I was delirious and
paranoid. I did know I took quite a few different drugs over the
weekend and that combined with days without sleep and food and water
was probably causing me to freak out. But disassociation and auditory
hallucinations and frame choppiness and wild thoughts on cannabis? I
don’t think it was possible and looked at the bag again. I suddenly
remembered that there was people selling PCP (Angel Dust) dusted weed
and I did remember the dealer telling me it was “killer weed”. My
definition of killer weed is a strong, indica-like stoney high but
apparently the common lingo here is that killer weed = weed laced with
PCP dipped wood shavings. I’ve never done PCP before and I’ve only
heard bad things about it, so I was getting more and more agitated. I
couldn’t remember much after that, but I know the voice told me to grab
my cell phone and dial 000. If you still don’t feel sober after 30
minutes, press the Call button. I sat that way for a couple of minutes,
not wanting to call at all coz it will lead to a lot of complications.
But I could really feel my heart stopping now, it sounds silly now when
I think about it, but it was really scary last night. I even got the
chills from hearing the Lab 4 track – The Creator today. πŸ™ After about
10 minutes where I was in near total disassociation, I finally told
myself to get up. I couldn’t move at all and felt like I was going to
void my bowels right there and then. The speaker told me to press the
Call button NOW and I said fuck it and called. Except I didn’t call…I
stumbled outside to get a drink of water and knocked on one of my
neighbors door. Didn’t know why I did that, but soon the paramedics
were called. I was still feeling disassociated by then and felt like I
was looking at the scene from a weird angle. I couldn’t feel my heart
beating and was sure I had died and I cannot control my vomiting, which
has become dry heaves that I couldn’t stop. I was totally dehydrated
and my skin didn’t settle back down when I pinched it. I realize now
that I just had a bad PCP trip because I was not expecting it and after
all that major drug use the night before, it made me paranoid and
totally freak out. But let me tell you, while on PCP you feel like
you’re actually dying and start thinking really strange and irrational
thoughts. I can’t remember half of the PCP trip, but I know I was
constantly scared and I felt like my heart stopped beating. Now, I’ve
been a daily smoker of weed for a long time and I know what cannabis
can and cannot do. This batch is either salvia divinorum + cannabis or
more likely, PCP + cannabis. I called a friend up today and he said
that PCP laced weed does come intertwined with wood shavings and dusted
with white powder so that explains it.

Close up showing more powder (they do not look like THC crystals and tasted chemical when inhaled)

Anyway, the ambulance came about 20 minutes later. I don’t want to
talk about this part because it’s kinda embarrassing. I trooped through
my apartment unit with my pants half on (had a pair of boxers inside)
and a tatty shirt. I grabbed my cell phone in my right hand because the
speaker said not to let go of it, it’s a lifeline. In my other hand I
had a number of random bits of paper but I didn’t think to bring out my
wallet nor my keys. I have quite a lot of experience with drugs and can
talk myself out of a bad acid trip, but somehow everything seems
bizarre and frightening on PCP and I could not convince myself of
anything at all. I really wanted to tough the trip out, but I felt my
heart stopping and it was real, I couldn’t feel my heartbeat and nearly
cried because I was scared, confused and just wanting to sleep. That’s
PCP for ya…don’t know why some people can enjoy this fucked up drug,
it made me feel like I had a near death experience and totally freaked
me out. Anyway, I couldn’t walk well and stumbled with the paramedics
to their ambulance and lied down in a stretcher. I felt that the
paramedic was an angel, because she monitored my heart beat and blood
pressure and told me they were low, but still okay. I couldn’t remember
much of the journey in the ambulance except that I’m safe now with the
angel with me. Usually when you think of stuff or hallucinate stuff
while on drugs, you kinda know it’s not real and can ignore it if you
want. On PCP, it can’t be ignored. The stuff you think is really
happening and you have to follow it, you don’t have any volition or
free will or control, that’s the best I can come out with of the PCP
experience. I have no doubt that if the speakers told me to do
something stupid, I won’t even think it was stupid and just do it.

It even had bits of a purple tablet mixed into it. Or maybe it was a remnant
from the previous bag’s contents.

Anyway, I arrived at the ER room of a hospital some time later and
was shot with a sedative. I looked around the ward and saw two Indian
guys opposite my bed and an old Aussie lady with a black eye beside my
bed. I was knocked out in les than a minute and got treated for
dehydration and nausea. I woke up two hours later feeling better and
saw another angel, one of the ward keepers telling me not to move too
much coz I’m on an IV drip for dehydration. She also asked me if I
wanted anything to eat (angel) but I said I’m not feeling much like
eating now and slept for another hour. I was awakened by a doctor who
asked me how I was feeling. He also mentioned that they have drug
counselors if I want to meet up with one. I politely declined and said
that I was only doing drugs recreationally and just had a wild
combination last night that left me with a panic attack. After that, he
said I was free to go whenever I want, so I started undressing my
hospital gown (I didn’t even remember putting it on). The angel nurse
came over again and showed me the way out. I thanked her and she told
me not to worry because the hospital does not have an obligation to
share information regarding admission with the police. She offered to
call me a taxi back but I declined politely and thanked the angel and
gave her a smile and walked around a bit to clear my head. After a
while, I called my friend to meet me near the hospital because I just
realized I didn’t have my wallet with me. Good thing Mr Speaker Man
told me not to let go of my cell phone no matter what. What an
experience. This is surely a weekend that ends all other weekends. Fuck
yeah. Still a promise is a promise and I flushed all my drugs down the
toilet. A promise to God is one you have to keep since he was kind
enough to send two of his angels down and nothing bad came out of the
experience except I probably fried half my brain cells. I’m typing this
about 6 hours after being discharged from the hospital. I did crash
heavily and slept for a while a couple of hours ago. Still feel very
out of it though, and I’ll probably feel depressed for the next week,
but I survived a very wild weekend and had some absolutely wicked
experiences. =D It was an interesting ride indeed, from the arms of the
death angel into the arms of the life angel. Heh.

Things I learnt today

PCP is a strong disassociative and should not be used without a trusted and experienced trip sitter.

Disassociatives can cause bad reactions with some personalities.

Meth makes you paranoid.

Poly-drug use can result in strange interactions.

Get drugs from a trusted dealer and party safe.

The crash from a drug binge is pretty horrible and depressing.

Remember to drink water while on E.

If you feel that you’ve taken a dangerous drug and/or OD’ed, don’t
hesitate to call the paramedics. They have no obligation to report you
to the police.

********* End of Report **********

“Don’t knock the Feng Tau scene” – an essay by Mr. Foaf

The wide awake friend of mine sent me this long ass essay he wrote while he was on
methamphetamines (see following post). It’s an unformatted block of text, but quite rewarding to
read. Interesting and sums up the scene pretty well, but you revealed where you’re from Mr. Foaf. I
assume that was meant to happen, but email me if you want me to delete any identifying names.

********** All text following this line is written by Mr Foaf **********

For those of you who’re not familiar with the term, feng tau or yo
in Hokkien translates to “shake head”. Speed in Malaysia is called feng tau yin or
yo tau yee, literally “shake head pills”. Speed is relatively cheap in Malaysia, you can
score a tablet for RM30, which is A$15 here. The speed is high quality and is mostly diverted from
Thailand. The most renowned “brand name” when I was in the scene (that was around 1998 – 2000) is
the Green Apple. It is a large methamphetamine tablet and it tastes absolutely horrible when you
crunch it up. There are several other substances masquerading as yo tau yee, the most common
being caffeine. One guy even attempted to sell me a No-Doz caffeine tablet that still had the
writing on it! As far as I know, MDMA (ecstasy) was not widely available in my hometown. Most of
the pills passed off as Ecstasy are speed. I can still remember the first time I got into the
feng tau scene. I hooked up with a friend of a friend (seriously) who is a regular yo
(literally “shake feet”) which is a vaguely derogatory term for a speed freak. The term
yo tau was coined due to one of the well known effects of speed – it makes you perform
repetitive (and sometimes unconscious) movements. The people who take speed in Malaysia usually
stand near the speakers and grasp it and shake their head horizontally (think of the movement you
do when you’re saying No). It’s highly pleasant to perform repetitive movements while on speed and
once you start moving in a particular way, it’s hard to stop, thus the term “yo tau”. I feel
that it’s a meme that’s passed on by older speed freaks who tell newer acolytes that they need to
shake their head to get high. Thus, you can see a high proportion of people shaking their heads in
discos. It has become somewhat fashionable to do it even if you’re not on speed. Anyway, back to my
first time. I hooked up with a friend of a close friend and he took me to this really dodgy out of
the way disco. We literally spent an hour on the road, with the last 15 minutes spent navigating a
long, dark rubble road to a single house located in the woods. It was like something out of a
story, that was what I though then. Heh. Anyway, the house seemed extremely well secured for a
residential property. All the windows were barred and the front door has an extension with an
intimidating cage and lock system and there was an old gangster sitting between the cage and the
front door. I presume the cage was meant to delay police from breaking in. Anyway, this place was
strictly invitation only and it was my friend’s first time there too. The old gangster kept on
telling us that it’s a private residential house and would not let us in. My friend had to make a
phone call to a regular, who came out and told the old gangster that we’re cool. Which brings us to
another part of the feng tau scene. The scene is sustained primarily by Ah Bengs – a derogative
term referring to an unsophisticated Chinese boy, usually a gangster. Anyway, the old gangster
security guard asked us if we wanted any pills. Naturally, we said yes, because that was the reason
we’re there. The OG walked over to a dilapidated truck partially hidden in a darkened garage and
pulled the biggest bag full of pills I’ve ever seen out of the empty fuel tank. It seemed rather
surreal and movie like to me at that time. We got two pills of the guy and I crunched mine up and
chased it with some coke. The drink, not the drug. After that, our party went into the disco, which
is basically a renovated living room with a pumping sound system. There is no entrance fee per se
to the illicit disco, but you’re required to either purchase a jug of water for RM 30 (A$15) or a
pre rolled marijuana joints for the same price. We didn’t want to cloud the experience, so we opted
to go for the water and sat down at a table. Our party consists of 4 – the friend of a friend, his
girlfriend, his friend and me. Which reminds me of the funny scene that always happens when his
girlfriend is partying with us. Heh. The girlfriend in question does not approve of drug use, so he
has to covertly take drugs while she’s with us. It was an exercise is subterfuge and reconnaissance
indeed. Anyway, I was offered some chewing gum to take care of the jaw clenching that always occurs
with speed and I spent three hours dancing along in that disco. I learnt that the disco is a
safehouse which people go to yo tau when the police are making their inaugural rounds at the
licensed discos to snag drug users. To introduce you to more of the local feng tau

Sapu – Literally “sweep”, it refers to the police raids on licenced discos

Anyway, the way the police do this is they pull up in several trucks
customized to hold 20 people in each and make a fucking racket, scaring everyone in the disco. They
pull out their batons and bust in the disco with their flashlights and surround all the exits and
shouts at the DJ to cut the music and turn on the lights. Anyone caught shaking their head when the
lights are on are immediately (read roughly) pushed into the trucks. It can be a frightening
experience because Malaysian police are known for their persuasive interrogation techniques.
Anyway, when the lights are all turned on, the police pushes everyone who has tattoos, piercings
and dyed hair to one side and begins marching them into the trucks. This could be interpreted by
unconstitutional profiling, but that’s the way things work around there. Everyone remaining is
required to line up and produce their IDs for the police. If the police does not like the way you
look, you’re diverted to the other line, which leads to the truck. It can be an exercise in self
control to force yourself to stop shaking your head after you’ve been doing it a couple of hours
while on speed. I can testify that it CAN be done, but you better hope the police are looking
elsewhere when you inadvertently and unconsciously start shaking your head again.

Anyway, about the truck. It’s a standard military truck converted to hold 20
people in small cages that you can’t even move or stand up in. The air is extremely musty and it’s
very, very warm in there. That’s not the end of the day though. If you’re unlucky enough to be the
first disco they raided, that means 4 hours in the hot truck while the rest are rounded up with the
same trucks. By the time they let you out, you’ll be begging for them to arrest you.

And that still not the end of your day. When you’re at the police station,
you’ll be interrogated by mean looking police officers. After that, you’ll be required to strip to
check for any hidden tattoos (gangs are a problem where I come from and most gangsters have
tattoos, hence this). After that, you’ll be given a small container to piss in. The container is
taken to the lab, and you’re required to sleep in a jail cell for the night with only your
underpants because the police takes away your clothes and belongings.

Chiak curry pun – Literally eat curried rice. It means you were unlucky enough
to get busted and spent the night in a jail cell. The police provides you with breakfast before
they release you – curried chicken rice, hence the term.

The next morning, you wake up in a jail cell stinking of piss and feces (if
you’re lucky enough to sleep) and you get released with a stern warning. I don’t know if anything’s
changed since I was in the scene, but I haven’t heard of anyone getting charged. I suspect that the
urine samples were never tested at all, and they just want to lock you up for the night as a
“lesson”. Which is good in a way. You don’t want to get busted with amphetamines in your urine
because that is a Very Bad Thing in Malaysia, and it leads to leads to stuff like Long Jail Terms
To Send A Message To The Masses. It saves taxpayer money too, because the police then does not have
to spend money on drug testing kits. Everyone wins, including the poor sod who spent the nite in
the cell. The only people that doesn’t win are the ones who did not take any drugs and yet has to
spend the night in the jail. =D

Oh, wait I do know someone personally who got convicted, but in different
situation. Someone narced on him and the police busted into the house and found ice (smokable
methamphetamine) and cannabis on the premises. Every resident was urine tested (for real) and my
classmate was unfortunate enough to have traces of cannabis in his urine. Which brings me to a
puzzling issue – apparently there are people out there who gains happiness from other people’s
suffering. If you don’t take drugs, that’s cool, it’s your choice and I respect you for making it.
But why do you feel the need to report me to the police? Is this some misguided tough love gleaned
from primary school teachers who urge people to report people doing drugs “for their own good”? Nah
mate, dun kid yourself, the only reason you do that is because you want to bring me down. Anyway, I

Anyway, regarding my first time again. My friend had to leave after three
hours so I went back home and played loud rave music at home while shaking away, much to the
amusement of my roommate then. My first time was also the first time I was exposed to “speed rage”.
My neighbor suddenly appeared in front of my gate at 4:30 am looking extremely pissed off. He
shouted for me to turn the music down and complained that I’ve been playing music at unacceptable
volumes and it has disturbed his sleep. I agree that the volume was too loud (it was at max volume
and with my setup then, max volume is really loud). Normally, I would apologize and turn the music
down since it’s unfair to subject a 40 year old man and his wife to loud thumping music all night
long. At that time though, I felt strangely confrontational and shouted back that if he wants the
music off, he can come right up and make me. I ended that sentence by saying cibai.

Cibai – An expletive which means cunt

At that point, the man started shouting again about my rudeness and threatened
to call the police. Upon hearing that, I promptly stomped down the stairs with the full intention
of beating the shit out of him. Luckily though, my roommate restrained me and apologized to the man
and turned down my stereo. Thank you, PL, for defusing a potentially dangerous confrontation that
will probably end with me sitting in a jail cell. I spent the rest of the night paranoid (great)
that the police will raid my house. I kept going through what we’re going to do if that happens. My
plan was to pretend to sleep and get my roommate to answer the door and deny everything. Not a
really good plan, and I knew it too, so I was feeling really paranoid the rest of the night and I
couldn’t stop clenching my jaw. I wanted to leave the house and sleep over at the friends place but
didn’t want to risk getting busted on the way. I was not thinking rationally then. Thankfully, the
neighbor didn’t make good on his threat.

Anyway, back to the feng tau scene. It’s a really fun scene where people take
speed and shake their heads as discos. Some people might dismiss it as an Ah Beng form of
entertainment and sniff at it, but it’s actually pretty fun. There is a community of yo kas which
look out for each other and other than the occasional fights that inadvertently break out, it’s
actually a pretty fun scene. The music is nothing to write home about, it’s mostly remixed Cantopop
songs and popular dance groups like Vengaboys, but it’s surprisingly effective and enjoyable. I
spent a couple of happy years in the feng tau scene and I still fondly look back at those times
with delight. And at regular intervals while dancing, a group of people will inadvertently start
The War Cry.

The War Cry

Yo ah yo ah si beh song ah

Shake shake it feels damn good

Yo ah yo ah yo ah

Shake shake shake

Kaka yo ah yo ah yo ah

Daringly shake shake shake

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