The Old Questions
As of late, the weather has gotten warmer.
Oh who am I kidding, it's so freakin hot!!!
So is it now safe for me to assume that summer is getting yet near? Or should I just go ahead and claim, due to global warming, summer already IS here?
Last night's resolve to turn in early was crushed by the heat. Seriously, with two fans on full blast and me in my... er, part nudity, it was still too too hot for me to peacefully drift off to dreamland.
Resorted to many insane things, but to no avail.
Constantly dousing self with water was just too tedious. Plus I didn't want my mattress to get wet and start to smell in the morning.
Flattening self against the wall proved cooling at first, but carried the risk of me falling into the crevice between it (the wall) and the bed. Yes, I fit into that itty bitty gap.
Even counting sheep made it worse, because the thought of wool made the heat even more unbearable!
My last hope was the ice packs sitting neatly in the freezer. And so I grabbed them. And it felt like heaven for about an hour.
And that was when the alarm went off. Time to get up.
LOL.
I didn't really sleep last night, and I could already foresee what kind of torture I'd face during the day.
Unwilling to be beaten by mere weather and lack of shut eye, I drugged myself up.
Which now proved to be the dumbest, most idiotic thing I could do on a day I had planned to attend a class.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, there was in lecture room AB, someone so high on drugs that alphabets were dancing about as they were being written down.
Someone so aloft that Mr Amerjit came to look all ridiculously fluffy-like. Marshmallow man sort of like. (now hold on a sec, isn't he...? LOL)
And the Beatles song I Wanna Hold Your Hand was playing in the background. Oh boy.
And the sound of breathing was so amplified that it sounded like an earthquake. (not that I know what an earthquake sounds like anyway)
Footsteps sounded like a stampede.
So loaded that a test on a blood sample would read longer than the ingredient list for nitro-tech.
What was I on?
Something white, something purple and something green. In that order.
Maybe something blue. But nothing pink.
If I was on the pink stuff, then things would've gotten reeeaaally interesting. Haha.
But what I really need is Racer X's brother (I'm talking about Speed la) Whoa, popping those in will surely improve my grade and standing. But I doubt the uni will have a place for someone whose results came from a bottle of contraband... Hmm.
(inner reflective attitude at work)
Oh hell yes, I am an abuser... but make no mistake people, I ain't no distributor.
Anyway, the sudden and extreme heat has forced a rude awakening upon me - it's reminded me of the (great) possibility of me going to hell. I know for a fact that hell will be a whole lot hotter than this, but you get what I mean.
All of a sudden I am made to remember what a *&^%$#@! I used to be. (well, I still am somewhat a *&^%$#@!, but I suppose to a lesser degree now)
I was once a very different person.
Maybe I need to make one of those list-thingies like Earl did and make amends for all the horribleness I've brought onto the world. Say my sorries and make my peace, that sort of stuff?
Just hope I don't end up with more things on the list in my quest to cross things off them. LOL.
Again, who am I kidding; that's not even a probability, it's a definitely.
I wonder where should I start, or rather, with whom?
Speech impaired, motor impaired - SURE, but when I'm really toxic, my head clears up.
Certain things actually do become illuminated.
I suppose the beauty of toxicity is that it allows the abuser a form of momentary detachment. With this detachment the abuser is able to see things objectively. And with this objectivity comes clarity.
Chey. Hebat. Berfalsafah untuk justify abuse.
But I can't deny the truth, a lot of things make more sense to me when I have more chemicals in my blood than oxygen.
Nevertheless, this blog was never intended for purposes such as advocating drug abuse, so I shall be clear in this:
Drug abuse is not a good thing.
It's never a good thing.
Kids, stay away from drugs.
Take it from me,
they WILL ruin your life.
And your bank account.
That was a community service message brought by the owner and manager of Dream Cafe.
Man, is the world spinning or what?
And is it just me, or did it just get hotter?
Ahahahahahaha who am I kidding?
I'm gonna go crash before I start to... er... crash.
Oh who am I kidding, it's so freakin hot!!!
So is it now safe for me to assume that summer is getting yet near? Or should I just go ahead and claim, due to global warming, summer already IS here?
Last night's resolve to turn in early was crushed by the heat. Seriously, with two fans on full blast and me in my... er, part nudity, it was still too too hot for me to peacefully drift off to dreamland.
Resorted to many insane things, but to no avail.
Constantly dousing self with water was just too tedious. Plus I didn't want my mattress to get wet and start to smell in the morning.
Flattening self against the wall proved cooling at first, but carried the risk of me falling into the crevice between it (the wall) and the bed. Yes, I fit into that itty bitty gap.
Even counting sheep made it worse, because the thought of wool made the heat even more unbearable!
My last hope was the ice packs sitting neatly in the freezer. And so I grabbed them. And it felt like heaven for about an hour.
And that was when the alarm went off. Time to get up.
LOL.
I didn't really sleep last night, and I could already foresee what kind of torture I'd face during the day.
Unwilling to be beaten by mere weather and lack of shut eye, I drugged myself up.
Which now proved to be the dumbest, most idiotic thing I could do on a day I had planned to attend a class.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, there was in lecture room AB, someone so high on drugs that alphabets were dancing about as they were being written down.
Someone so aloft that Mr Amerjit came to look all ridiculously fluffy-like. Marshmallow man sort of like. (now hold on a sec, isn't he...? LOL)
And the Beatles song I Wanna Hold Your Hand was playing in the background. Oh boy.
And the sound of breathing was so amplified that it sounded like an earthquake. (not that I know what an earthquake sounds like anyway)
Footsteps sounded like a stampede.
So loaded that a test on a blood sample would read longer than the ingredient list for nitro-tech.
What was I on?
Something white, something purple and something green. In that order.
Maybe something blue. But nothing pink.
If I was on the pink stuff, then things would've gotten reeeaaally interesting. Haha.
But what I really need is Racer X's brother (I'm talking about Speed la) Whoa, popping those in will surely improve my grade and standing. But I doubt the uni will have a place for someone whose results came from a bottle of contraband... Hmm.
(inner reflective attitude at work)
Oh hell yes, I am an abuser... but make no mistake people, I ain't no distributor.
Anyway, the sudden and extreme heat has forced a rude awakening upon me - it's reminded me of the (great) possibility of me going to hell. I know for a fact that hell will be a whole lot hotter than this, but you get what I mean.
All of a sudden I am made to remember what a *&^%$#@! I used to be. (well, I still am somewhat a *&^%$#@!, but I suppose to a lesser degree now)
I was once a very different person.
Maybe I need to make one of those list-thingies like Earl did and make amends for all the horribleness I've brought onto the world. Say my sorries and make my peace, that sort of stuff?
Just hope I don't end up with more things on the list in my quest to cross things off them. LOL.
Again, who am I kidding; that's not even a probability, it's a definitely.
I wonder where should I start, or rather, with whom?
Speech impaired, motor impaired - SURE, but when I'm really toxic, my head clears up.
Certain things actually do become illuminated.
I suppose the beauty of toxicity is that it allows the abuser a form of momentary detachment. With this detachment the abuser is able to see things objectively. And with this objectivity comes clarity.
Chey. Hebat. Berfalsafah untuk justify abuse.
But I can't deny the truth, a lot of things make more sense to me when I have more chemicals in my blood than oxygen.
Nevertheless, this blog was never intended for purposes such as advocating drug abuse, so I shall be clear in this:
Drug abuse is not a good thing.
It's never a good thing.
Kids, stay away from drugs.
Take it from me,
they WILL ruin your life.
And your bank account.
That was a community service message brought by the owner and manager of Dream Cafe.
Man, is the world spinning or what?
And is it just me, or did it just get hotter?
Ahahahahahaha who am I kidding?
I'm gonna go crash before I start to... er... crash.
