Wednesday, August 11, 2010
How Much Is Too Much Part II
Limpek opened my eyes, and limpek was here...
There's still a certain realization that this all could not possibly be real.
So limpek scrambled to search back reality. Eyes closed, here I was...
And everything was throbbing, that it started to feel like this..
"Calm the fuuuuccccckkk downn!!!" Limpek remember telling myself. Whether it was said out loud, there's no way to know.
Closed eyes and the stage changed...
The music started becoming really loud, and colours blinding. There's no way that this isnt illusion.
Closed eyes, and opened, and it was a whole new world again.
At this point, limpek was starting to doubt whether limpek was sane in the first place. Whether there was real sanity at all. Limpek really believed that the situation is completely fucked up beyond any reason. There's no way to get out of this loop. This is it.
Closed eyes, space travelled again.
It was really hard to describe... of course these weren't the exact real images of the spaces limpek hopped to. But it was real close in terms of mood and atmosphere. The feeling of helplessness is incredible, that there was no way left for limpek to control the situation. The paranoia became devastating. You start doubting whether the world had always been one short consciousness after another, or if you'll finally sober up at one point.
Your body feels foreign to you. You send commands of actions to your body, some are executed and some are not. But you feel nothing even if the movements were executed. Limpek remember forcing my hands to massage my temples, and ended up feeling two foreign sticks prodding at limpek's head. Limpek is still unsure if those were my fingers.
Music changes from muffled, as though you're in an eclosed glass cube, to ear-shattering loud. And the world is weightless, without gravity. You spin non-stop on all directions.
Travelling between worlds, it felt like a lifetime had passed.
To be honest, limpek was scared shitless. Siao liao... boh hang kiu liao... thats all limpek can think of.
After several lightyears, limpek opened my eyes again...
Waitaminute... she looks quite familiar wor. But where am I? Kaninah why so noisy wan!? Puahbai!
Eh, this place... hamsap KTV wor.... Eh?? How come?
Oh wait... just now....
As soon as the memory hits, it surges and floods your head like an overwhelming orgasm after 2 dry weeks. You can feel as though your eyes going to pop out because the memories are smashing against it.
Limpek ran straight to the toilet, stumbling like Rosmah trying to do ballet. As soon as limpek spot the bowl, shit starts spraying out from the mouth like dragonball hei-gong. Limpek think the last time limpek puked this hard was during Tobby's daughter's birthday when we down cheap champagne as though they were beer. It was by the beach so the waves sent our half-digested chickens back to our feet. The poor little girl looked as though her dad had been possessed by devil. Hahaha good ol times. Sibeh jialat.
In reality, barely three hours had passed since limpek arrived at this sleazy KTV. Kanineh what the flying fuck happened?
Rewind 3 hours ago, limpek walked in and met Dr Druggie Ronald for the first time. Spread on the table was his 'medicine' poison collection. Limpek was already worried that time. I mean limpek had tried smoking pot several times and some e-pills during school days or whenever limpek go back hometown Penang to look for old mates... Granted Penang really does have the best grass thanks to its distance from Thailand. And limpek's childhood Bayan Lepas member, Kamlan Wong, source the best grass. But these items by Dr. Ronald look like stuff limpek see on newspapers. With the 'DEATH PENALTY' logo next to it.
First came in the girls, and surprisingly they were really quite pretty! Vietnamese and Indonesians, all just as crazy. Limpek picked an Indonesian girl cause she was really cute with short modern bob hair that reminded limpek of my first girlfriend. And her name, Alina, was even almost the same!
But of course when she opened her mouth and all the obscenities started pouring out then she quickly sounded like the wantanmee auntie liao. And she kept holding limpek's Gojira as though its the balancing handle in the LRT. Puahbai... limpek's first love was as gentle and modest as it could get okayy!
"Bangggg, kamu ada suka main sok keh?" Alina asked limpek.
"Sok keh?? Apa tu?? Kongket ka?? Abang sukaaaa main"
"Aiyo jahaatttt... bukan kongket! Sok keh! Itu, 'keh'!" She said, pointing at Dr. Ronald's 'medicine' cabinet. Particularly at the white sachets.
"OHHH!!! ITU 'K' KAH?? You mau kah?? Wahh u manyak jahattt oh!"
The crazy GROs instantly swarmed around the K powder like flies to cow dung. The way they line the powder and suck them up like vacuum cleaner reminded limpek of Tony from Scarface. "Ohh... so the drugs are for these crazy girls." That was what came across my mind. Limpek was obviously still naive.
The first hour pretty much went by okay. Everytime limpek tried to sing a song, the girls, high like monkeys pumped with testosterone, changed it to some china disco music. Those entertainingly ridiculous music that goes YAO-AH-YAO-AH-YAO-AH or whatever they're chanting. Some girls were so fucked up with the K that they just stood there shaking their heads the whole time. Again, its like the gahmen anti-smoking campaign, they're shaking their heads "tak nak tak nak tak nak tak nak". Even in between songs when there's no music. Alina went out and came back in without her bra. I think she really liked limpek. Hahaha.
Then Tan started passing around a glass of drink to the guys. The drink obviously looked like its spiked, smells like its spiked and tasted like its spiked. Yet Tan dare to say "Mou laaaa, mou si kehhh!!! Trust me brother! Siu-siu k fhan zehhh". Sounds familiar like the fucking lawyer Lingam... sounds like me, looks like me, talks like me... but DEY! NOT ME!!!
So limpek took a sip. It tasted like flattened Coke (no gas) with a little bit of bitter aftertaste (like replacement sugar). In about 15 minutes, the buzz started to kick in already. Limpek began to feel weightless and really drunk. Then the head started to follow the beat to do the anti-smoking campaign headshake as well.
It was still okay, limpek thought. Still in control, no reason to freak out. Then in about 10-15 more minutes the effect started to wear off. So it wasnt all that horrible afterall.
Then Tan came back with another glass. "This one we mix ourselves wan, special stuff. You try and see, more or less the same wan. But this one happier a little bit. Have to finish the glass. Trust me!"
Limpek thought aiya the last one also mah-mah-tey only, no ploblem la! So taruk the entire glass.
"Tan, what is this? This one taste horrible la! Like got sour taste wan!"
"This one got some crushed happy-5 plus ecstasy. Then add the liquid they call 'beh io', is used to aneh-aneh.... the horse wan."
"Yes yes! the one make the horse calm down to fuck wan"
"beh io.... used to anesthesize horse wan.... HORSE!! HORSE!?!?"
"yes correct! hor liao lehhh"
"HORSE!!?? TAN, YOU SIAO AR!!!"
"Aiya dont worry brother, trust me. Horse wan is very weak, we got tiger and even elephant wan!"
Limpek felt like my testicles was stuck in my mouth, words cannot come out.
Limpek never even knew when it hit. There was definitely a gap of memory loss in between finishing the conversation and sobering up holding my dick in the toilet with no pee coming out. And then closing my eyes and waking up with Alina staring at me and wiping my face with hot towel back in the room. My zipper wasnt even pulled up yet. It hit like a truck running into you... will never see it coming.
Limpek ended up throwing up 4 times that night. The very last time, limpek thought my intestines will be hanging out from my mouth already. After limpek puked like mad and drank a whole gallon of water, the world stopped spinning so much. Limpek tipped Alina quickly and got the fuck out of that craphole. The others, with their brains all fried up, were just laying around the sofa with the equally fucked girls. Some were just standing there nodding their heads obsessively to the super loud ahbeng music in the pitch black room. With only the disco laser lights flashing around.
What in the world have I gotten myself into... That was all limpek could think.
Puahbai... horse medicine.
Limpek went home and totally blacked out. It was amazing limpek could still auto-pilot drive back. By the time limpek awoke again, was already 10am fucking late. The boss called.
"OI! NO NEED TO WORK AH!!"
"Wah boss... sorry... really cannot la... last nite..."
"YOU DONT GIVE COCK EXCUSE AH! I called Tan just now, he say nothing much went on last nite! He said everyone was sober and you even left earlier than them!"
"No leh boss, let me explain, they-"
"YOU DONT TALK SO MUCH YOU FASTER COME WORK NOW!!" Click doooo~~~
(Boss... why not you ask me chop off my balls and go die?)
The end of the Que-pac adventure.
Btw, sorry for the delay in update. I know alot of people also wanna tiao limpek for always updating cipet slow nowadays, like gahmen worker. But Limpek and family was back in Bayan Lepas last whole week until yesterday to attend a funeral of a far relative. Home is still as nice as it used to be, and limpek is considering about relocating back to Bayan, back to roots! Since most of family members also moved back from KL already. And also limpek can transfer to the IJM developments along the coast. Dont know la, see how first.
One last thing, Goldfish Uncle NEVER condone drug usage. Really, its just quite retarded.