me and gambowl are smartest then all of you

[nextlevelshit]

Lol. I read your postings more than you read mine. At one point I specifically say to tweakers, meth > amphetamine and is more euphoric. You don't say I'm wrong directly. Pretty sure adding the methyl to drugs makes them more potent/euphoric. You made a clever suggestion about going to Philliphines for fucking morphine. Morphine is crap. You know what methmorphine will be ? Have a guess. You know what your liver turns methmorphine into before it is excreted? morphine.


Having medical insurance is not the same as being able to just going to random shrinks with greenies. I actually do have health insurance, but I don't think it is as simple as you make it out to be. It isn't health insurance = you pay for nothing. Referrals from GP, etc, etc. You get marked down in your health file as drug seeking and it fucks you over later on. Life isn't so black/white. I would need to figure out what is covered as far as mental health. The rather large deductable figures in somewhere. etc.

It is something you have made me decide to read more upon and I am taking it all into serious consideration but I have some ritalin and adderrall to kill for now.

[nextlevelshit]

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Originally Posted by SkyNigger

That's basically what I just said was the reason I don't take them. They're not effective medication.



Normally I'd do a www.google.com here but the only accurate information about Desoxyn you'll get from ADHD sufferers on ADHD forums. Literally, it's a miracle drug. Like, I'm taking the poison and I'm only ever loose when I can't manage the dosage. But then that's only one of the problems solved with this:



...as opposed to this...



You understand? How vile these fucking criminals are?



Do you get it? or are you just daft? They pretend the two are the same, in order to not medicate with the micracle drug methamphetamine, whilst profiting gratuituously from the addictive poisonous substitute (which may or may not be remotely associated to meth, it really depends on whether you trust these guys - the government trusts their chemistry - the government says they make Desoxyn.

Call me crazy, but I have my doubts.









Do you even read what I write? Am I wasting my time?

What the fuck are you even talking about. You had it right the first time:



You can learn if you learn how to read. And stop referring back to your ignorance and misinformation propaganda 'learned'. Amphetamines are speed. Speed is euphoric. Speed makes your blood race. Methamphetamine is not euphoric unless you overdose.

I live and function medicated (albeit with poison substitutes) every day. I am in public and shit. You think I'm "rushing"? I'm not even "high". I'm functional.



Yeah I pretty much stated the same thing. And you're still confused about why I medicate my ADHD with meth? You think Xanax is safer than meth?

Xanax isn't even safer than the generic poisonous substitutes branded as 'meth' by criminals. I literally almost died from Xanax withdrawal in Christchurch, NZ; when my mates snorted EVERYTHING on day 1 of a 3 day wedding thing. I spent the day (a Sunday) looking for a doctor, finally found one and showed him all the evidence, all the scripts from certified doctors, all my plane tickets, passport stamps, hotel paperwork, wedding invitation - everything basically to show that I couldn't possibly be anything but legit, and I said I needed like 6 pills till I could get home to my doctors (I'm showing him scripts for hundreds). I'm asking for 6 to save my life, and he says "No."

"Sorry?"

"No. I don't approve of Xanax."

"That's not really relevant, is it? You're bound by ethics and the Hippocratic Oath and your government's legislation to write out a script for me, so write out the script because I sat in your waiting room for hours and I'm not in the mood for games."

He said he didn't like my tone.

"My tone? Write the script you dog or you're going to have police in here tomorrow arresting you, if something happens to me tonight. Google "sudden Alprazolam withdrawal" and educate your stupid face. Google the NZ legislation if you're that incompetent. Now give me the fucking scripts or you'll be running your luck on my making it through the night. If I don't, you'll lose your license and spend a decade in prison, getting butt-fucked by guys who don't much like your type of criminal. You don't like my tone? You're not going to be able to handle their tone. Write the script, dog."

He refused. Ordered me to leave. I asked his nurse and a waiting patient to come in and witness the evidence and his refusal to abide by the fucking law. Standing between me and safety. They both witnessed it and he was starting to lose his control by this point, his left arm was shaking and he was trying to calm his voice demanding I leave.

I'm like "You're a fucking moron. I'm going off to ER now and if they're out of stock or something hilarious, your life is over. Because you don't approve of Xanax? Enjoy sweating the night out."

I never made it to ER. My friends had gone to a bar and I couldn't operate my phone, the taxi driver wasn't understanding me or maybe I wasn't making any sense - I was really losing the plot by this point. But he understood my hotel name and I spent a horrible night in withdrawal from a 6 x 1mg pill /day dependancy. I swore to kill that fuck so many times that night but I woke in the morning alive. And went to the wedding rehearsal instead.

This is a fucking insane world, yo. You would be well-advised to ditch that Xanax. I haven't taken Xanax in a very long time. If you must take a relaxant, get beta-blockers. Beta-blockers are god. Benzos are....filthy.



I just assumed you would have medical insurance? How ironic.

Well it's moot if you don't have insurance or cash. Because they make it so fucking expensive, it's just...they're going to ban it soon. They'll figure out an excuse. Kinda hard with so many ADHD sufferers raving about it. Also the FDA might not actually be the enemy people assume them to be. They do some stuff occasionally that suggests they're fighting a war they cannot win, exceptionally heroically. Or that's my read, in any case.



This guys is not a borderline genius. This guy is a genius. He has autism and ADHD and on Desoxyn he's got a finer brain than I can manage. I spent a day reading his articles around the internet. God damn genius, for real.



No. You'd do your research on ADHD forums, print off so many raving reviews from ADHD sufferers and you tell the fucking criminals to do their fucking job if they give you trouble, you demand your consultation fee back or threaten to take them to court because they're compelled by law to provide you with the best medical care available to them. Refusal to provide you with a medicine on the basis of their associating it with a criminal replica is an argument I'd like to force them to make in a public setting.

Of course, they are the law in reality. And of course, you couldn't begin to imagine how sick and twisted this corrupted world is. I am literally serious about all this vile shit. No one refutes it because it's irrefutable. They just won't be drawn into a discussion on it.



I tweak because I'm the victim of criminals. If you're wondering whether I enjoy being forced to be addicted to poison when I shouldn't be addicted at all, to medication; if you're asking if I enjoy being ripped off by fucking dirtbags and lowlifes and morons who can't think more than 1 moment in advance (or they'd never lose the most reliable customer on the planet for a cheap score; if you're asking if I enjoy embarrassing myself when I can't get the dosing right or enjoy the pain when I can't get my meds (you don't know the first thing about excruciating); if you're asking whether I thought it was fun to get AIDS which logic said I should have gotten and I lost 6 months to obsessing over it, then my answer would have to be....No.

No, I don't enjoy being the victim of corruption. And that's what they're expressly going for. Creating victims. They create pain, then sell the fake pain relief, which creates more pain. OH it's really complex. No I mean they're geniuses!

Pity they're not happy. But I bet they're all in agonising denial. I spent a couple years doing something similar playing poker.

I have to go eat and can't get to all this now but I only take 1 mg of xanax a day. half a generic bar. it is questionable whether this amount is really longterm addictive. I almost never take more than that... btu I haven't tried abstaining for more than a few days but think i'd be ok. Need to finish up studying 3 finals and not need the fucking ADD meds.

[SkyNigger]

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Your writing seems to suggest as much, but thats not because it is bad.

I'm a terrible writer but then I've only written whilst happy, a single time in my life. What I wrote was not good, it wasn't great. It was brilliance that horrified me because I was thinking "they're going to give me a bullet for this". I was considering just being happy and fucking the world off with their problems but I'd never have been able to do that; but I was just stalling when this happened.

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1. My Bitlocker-encrypted hard drive with security managed by the Broadcom TPM in my Dell Latitude E6500 claimed it was missing the webcam driver when I was trying to Skype cyber for the first time in my life, lolz. If you know anything about DELL computers, you'd know you get all your drivers from DELL.com by typing in your unique service code - I downloaded the webcam driver from DELL.com and my DELL Latitude E6500 laptop crashed during installation. Upon restarting the computer, the TPM demanded the Bitlocker key. Which is ridiculous, because that's the TPM's only function. Literally.

I had all available backup codes saved to retrieve the key from DELL Support. They said my harddrive was corrupted. I said, I don't think so, why would a DELL webcam driver corrupt a hard drive. Just give me the key, here's the authentication.

They refused. They said it was corrupted. They said it needed to be replaced. Disgusted, I slammed the phone down and went to do something. In the next 2-3 days, they called me like 5 times to touch base on replacing this hard drive. I had something on that hard drive which I'd backed up so I wasn't overly concerned but this whole tilt was pissing me off. I kept abusing tech after tech who called me, until this really cool tech called and together we went through this 3 hour process which concluded with a message flashing "Disk failure - hard drive corrupt" etc. He was sympathetic, I felt embarassed; none of it made sense but it seemed as if they were right all along. The next day, as per my Next-Business-Day On-Site Warranty (I also had expensive Extras comprehensive insurance that literally covered my dropping it on the ground, and getting a new one).



2. Something peculiar happened. The DELL technician that arrived was so cool, I just handed him my Genuine Windows disks, the laptop and he replaced the hard drive with a new one, installed Windows - AND - went to all the trouble to install the 20 driver and firmware packages (which saved me 20 min of downloading and a few clicks at Dell.com so I was impressed and gave him a 1000 bt tip. I tip fairly prodigiously when I'm exuberant but I swear his reaction to it, was the strangest hesitance I've ever seen. There was this awkward moment, where I'm holding out a note and he didn't want to take it, and I'm thinking "WTF is wrong with this guy" and he took it eventually and left. I shook my head. Strange guy.

3. I was computer illiterate of course, and hadn't reinstalled the OS in like a year. The system was running so beautiful and so much faster, I researched how to do the same thing to my Desktop and my ASUS laptop; bought a pack of Windows license keys, and downloaded the ISO images from Microsoft.com and installed Windows 7 on both. Took me like 4 hours with all the drivers and shit but when I finally crashed, I was pretty chuffed with myself. I had no idea computers slowed down; I knew mine were slower but I believed it was because code was written larger or some shit. Honestly who could be interested in such things.

4. The next day, I was out all day. The following day, I woke up to all 3 computers displaying BSODs. This was creepy, I thought. I didn't even have them switched on. I restarted the DELL in safe mode from the DELL recovery partition, and ran some diagnostics and would you believe - you better believe it - this fucking DELL nigger had never heard of DELL.com.

I just thought he was a moron and wasn't actually frightened until I'm on the phone furious with DELL support and they've got me on hold and I Google the firmware version of the ControlVault firmware he placed on my machine. And I dropped the phone.



All 20 driver / firmware packages were not current. They were from 2005-2009 (the newest). This is February, 2011. At that point, I mean, it was a wild thought but at that point I remember thinking I might be dead. If you don't understand why, you're a moron.

5. In denial over DELL (my denial is a terrifying thing, but will keep me alive in situations in which you'd die), I started attacking Microsoft. I was getting 10,000 error messages during a clean installation, and I've got all the chats saved somewhere but rest assured, I knew I was going to die at that point and I became very very afraid. This helpful Microsoft tech was rollicking along and finally - I'd gotten someone competent - then he asked me to hold, no problem, except he didn't give a reason, and when he came back 20 min later he was like a different person. He's calling me insane, claiming he didn't receive the screenshots we'd just been discussing, and which I then sent him the evidence of Microsoft receiving. He's telling me to call the "Cyber Police" and I'm just horrified. I'm like "I can send you the evidence again. wtf is going on?" And he's like "well send it then". So I emailed it successfully. He's like "nup. not getting it. why you wasting my time." I'm sending him links to Imgur screenshots of the evidence, hard files, I'm panicking and he's just ignoring everything and then he kills the chat.

And I knew I was going to die. But I'm a crafty fucker so, knowing I had a backup on my USB stick, I pretend like I've lost everything and freaking out etc on anti-virus forums which are just horrifying and full of criminals - who want to help you for free! Just trust them! Welcome to reality. And Linux distributions are the creepiest shit you can imagine, until you come across the best Linux distribution, Mac OS X.

6. After a couple months of horror, running rootkit hunters which are arguably legit like Gmer, and others which are ridiculous rootkit installers like OldTimer, through my systems which are coming up with ROOTKIT ALERTS everywhere (who knows whether they put them there), I decide I've had enough of this bullshit and get ready to publish - and get that bullet I knew would be incoming. But when I plugged in my USB stick, it said, "You need to format." Fuck that, I tried it in another computer and it said the same thing. I tried it with Linux and it said "this drive is unformatted." And my stomach churned cause wtf.

7. The next 10 months i regret but then only because I knew already what was happening I just didn't want to accept it. Expecting to die almost every day, I harassed DELL non-stop - christ I had fucking active NBD on-site warranties and extras CompleteCover insurance and they were screening my calls and refusing to respond to email support demands.

Furious, unanswered emails begging DELL to provide support / i.e. honour their warranties.

Never responded to, by DELL. I sent many, obviously. Never got a response.

[SkyNigger]

I bought new simcards and called from a new phone and would you believe it, no more 5 hours on hold, I would just get straight through! Like magic. And so furious, idiotically indignant, I would coldly threaten them with legal action and all this silliness because I didn't know the first thing about the law; i.e. that they are the law, for example. How they must have laughed. They would pass me to a "specialist" who could handle my case, and I have no doubt they could have, if they spoke English. They'd hand me off to Indonesians, Thais, a fucking German guy. None of whom spoke English. My fury was getting to dangerous levels. For me.

This was a big mistake, in hindsight. And led to one of the most terrifying nights of my life. I'm not even sure I care to relive it but needless to say, it's sheer implausibility after implausibility - but every word, which I'm not going to relive, I posted on PokerCrack with supporting evidence. Just insanity. I was about 80% sure I was going to die when the lights exploded in the hotel room I escaped to after DELL technician tried to brute force his way into my apartment.

Actually, I might tell the story cause it's fucking insane and 100% legit. I'd gotten so angry at DELL because of my warranties and because of their employee and basically because of everything; I walked past a DELL Store one day and couldn't cope with the filthy massive posters saying Guaranteed Next Business Day On-Site Service cause I'd been waiting four months? After their employee corrupted my shit? I stormed inside and told the manager that they had a lot of nerve to be putting up those posters, and I showed her a bit of evidence that DELL were ignoring my Latitude (which had been lying on the floor for a few months by this point, refusing to even power on).

She was a bit taken back, I think; or she didn't know what to think cause she wrote down a number of someone for me to call. it turned out this someone was like insanely high up in DELL Thailand's executive flowchart or whatever, but I didn't know that. I just called her up one evening and calmly told her the story - it's funny, she didn't seem at all surprised or shocked. I got the distinct impression she knew all about it. Literally at 9am the next morning I get called by DELL Support (this is after months of them screening my calls) saying they have a technician coming around this afternoon if I was free. I'm (moronically) thinking, "About fucking time."

The night before, the executive asked, almost as an afterthought, what was wrong with the machine (they all ask me this about their computers which don't turn on) and I said, "IT WON'T POWER ON. AND WHEN IT WILL, THERE WILL BE A LOT MORE WRONG WITH IT. BUT LET'S GET MY $3500 LAPTOP POWERED ON, YEAH?"

Sigh.

The technician arrived. I let him in, gruffly. I plonked the laptop in front of him, the power adapter, the CDs and I sat opposite him staring. I'd made a fatal mistake once leaving a DELL technician alone with my system. This time I wanted to watch him. I swear to God, he sat there for 20 minutes without even touching the machine, or plugging it in. He literally didn't move for 20 minutes. He asks to call his boss, I give him permission, then I demand my phone off him when they start speaking panicked Thai at a million wpm. I demand an explanation for this insanity, and his boss is asking to be put back on with his employee. I refuse, until someone explains the madness. He refuses to explain the madness. I put the phone on the table and say "Let's sit and wait. I've got all year." The boss hangs up.

He tries ringing back about 4 times but I grab the phone each time and demand to know what's going on. He eventually gets through to his employee who heard an instruction and was getting ready to leave I think when I threw hm out in disgust. In like 40 min, he didn't touch the laptop a single time. It was surreal.

I'm thinking I'm about to die, and deciding whether there's any point in running, when I hear furious knocking at the door. It's the technician babbling about something keyboard-related. I unlatch it to hear him better and he almost runs over the top of me in panic to get inside. Infuriated, I shove him out the door cause he wasn't a big guy and I double latch and double lock and try to make sense of what that was all about. And I notice, he's left a bag. Inside the bag is a single Latitude keypad, my keypad. This is the only thing he brought with him, and now he wanted it back and he's literally smashing on my door.

Thinking I'm being crafty, I offer to trade him the keypad for an explanation. He laughed, bitterly. And keeps trying to brute force the bolts. The way he laughed terrified me and I called down for Security. I lived in this building, which was kind of fucking amazing. On the 33rd of 34 floors.

http://www.sansiri.com/en/project/siriatsukhumvit/

Security and I were fucking tight because security was so tight, they wouldn't let FoodbyPhone or ChefsXP riders up so my life was miserable meeting them in the lobby until one day a Security guard brought one up as he had nothing better to do. I tipped him 200 bt and that became the beginning of a beautiful friendship where eventually I noticed they had all worked out a rotational system. It was kind of cool, really. I moronically thought we were tight, but then later I realised I had no right to be angry at them.

I called down to the lobby to the receptionist to send Security up ASAP. This fucking bitch goes "Security have left". I'm like "Are you fucking demented. Send Security up NOW!" She's like "I'm sorry Sir, Security have all departed." She was babbling nonsense obviously, my building was a fortress with two entrances protected by minimum of 4 guards 24/7. I look out my windows and the guard towers are empty. And then I got really scared cause it's a long way down from 33 floors to concrete.

I realised obviously there was something important about this keypad but I wanted nothing to do with it. I'd have given it to him if I thought I could manage it safely but I wasn't sure my latches would hold if I hoped the door a crack - I was kind of flipping out abut the whole security guards suddenly missing for the first time in history. I try to get ingenious and start calling friends (that didn't exist) on my phone hoping he could hear me, telling them to bring guns and shit. He just laughed, maniacally. He heard me. He was afraid of nothing. I mean, nothing made him more afraid that whatever the fuck he was terrified of.

I decide I have to call the Police but I don't really want to bring Police into things unless my life is in danger - so I tell him I've got to call them, if he doesn't fuck off. And I give him my word I'll throw the keypad over the balcony if he just leaves. He just laughed and keeps hammering into the door. I don't know much about doors or whether it's a Thai construction thing, but he's winning his battle with my front door, on the opposite side to the locks, the hinges were loosening and I'm getting pretty fucking angry / terrified now.

I ponder the ethics of bringing a poor cop into that position, as Thai police have been nothing but cordial, decent, ethical to a fault (even when I once idiotically tried to bribe one), unreasonably fair to me when I mistook plainsclothes cops for Spammers and when they called me over I told them to fuck off in a manner anyone in the world would interpret accurately - they didn't get angry, they just explained they were cops and I apologised explaining I was recently in Silom and I was blushing and stammering cause in some places in the world, you can get fucked up for what I said and gestured to them when they ordered me to come over in a language I didn't speak - you know? They're like "It's fine, sorry not much English" and I'm like "You're the coolest police in the world." (and I'm 100% certain I'm about to get a shakedown for 20,000 baht or something as they've got random guys pissing into testing bottles because Team Thaksin is super anti-drugs. lol. You can tell whomever controls the drug market in each country by determining which politician is ANTI-drug - anyone cracking down, is the kingpin or taking directions from the kingpin because they're taking back control of the market. As I'm not a dealer, I wasn't afraid of getting shot - although that could start happening again soon. I didn't even mind being shaken down by these guys, they were just cool - like if a Thai kid did that to an Australian cop who called him over saying "We're police come this way" and the Thai kid didn't understand him and said and did what I did...I don't think that Thai kid would remember that day, fondly. Anyway I was okay with being shook down and was just relaxed with them as they flipped through my cards, they asked for my passport which you're supposed to carry by law, and I said "I know I should, but I'm a drunk and I pass out, see my cards are all new, that's because I lost all the rest of them last month trying to impress a girl or something" (which was actually true, kinda; but really I was just too high to function). They laughed and said not to stress it, they understood; and I'm thinking "this is gonna be really expensive, 40,000 bt maybe sigh" they were just being too friendly. And they asked me where I was going and I said I was on my way to impress a girl into being very unimpressed with herself for coming home with me - they chuckled and wished me luck and handed me my cards and license back. And I stood there, stupidly; in shock. Before I realised this wasn't a shakedown. This was just cool policemen doing their job.

[SkyNigger]

I've met maybe 50-60 cops in Thailand. Never once been treated with anything but dignity, cordiality and shocking decency even when I (arguably) didn't deserve it. But then cops who beat up on drunk guys or take out their frustrations on people confused or emotional...are real cunts. I've never once been asked for a bribe, and never even detected the slightest hint of suggestion. The only incident where I wasn't sure about was with this girl when they pulled over our car and they searched me down completely then told her to empty her purse and shit and one of them patted her waist quite professionally and she said something in Thai angrily and bang, she was just brusquely shoved to the ground like a rag doll and they were very angry and told me to leave. So I left. I cannot possibly imagine a reason to hang around there.

I was pretty high and for some reason thought I was going to hear a gunshot in the distance but instead, 10 min later I get a phonecall from her asking me where I've gotten to. She wasn't interested in discussing it, and I imagine they just lectured the fear of Buddha into her or something for her cheek as I saw no bruises or cuts or anything and there wasn't enough time for any funny business, so I guess just more cool cops.

Anyway, regretting that I'd have to bring some into this mess with DELL, I call up Reception and order the girl to call the Police. I couldn't fucking believe my ears, when she said "No."

I'm like "Do you want a job tomorrow? Call the police for christ's sake. And where are Security?!" And she just hung up on me. 5 min later she's at my door, telling me to open the door. I'm staring at the door, just horrified. She's explaining he just wants his keypad and I said "it's my keypad and I'm happy to give it to him but he's batshit insane so I don't know how. She says to give it to her, and I say that's fine but he has to go down to the lobby before I open the door. She agrees and I'm waiting for footsteps that aren't happening, when she says "he's gone." And through the peephole there's only her. But I drop to the tiles and I can see four feet under the crack of the door and I'm just...losing it.

I yell obscenities at her, I'm cursing her children or her unborn children with curses I know will hurt - for all their brilliance, Thais are very mystical and superstitious. And then I get the idea to start cursing his children and unborn children with curses I'd read monks curse Thaksin with and stuff. And just like that...they leave. I'd packed a bag whilst all this was going on. Like a 2 hour ordeal. After 10 min I don't know if I'm stupid to stay or stupid to go but I decide I'd rather go than stay. So I go. No security guards. All receptionists gone. It's like the creepiest shit ever. it's a big building. This is like impossible, basically. I just leave and jump into a cab and call the senior manager who sends me to her voicemail to thank her for her prompt attention to my concerns.

She never responds, of course. I leave for Bayokie Sky stopping at an internet cafe to book on Agoda. I had a deactivated computer and deactivated phone in my bag but I don't know about this technical bullshit. I'm pretty sure they just know where everyone is, so when I get to Baiyoke and I'm trying to think whether I should run for the Burmese border or shit like this...get fake IDs...it's all fucked up and I just decide if they want to kill me they'll kill me. If they don't, they won't.

They didn't. And they haven't. So far. But my crazy weekend was just beginning!

When I've calmed down, it takes me about 20 hrs to get one of my laptops online with an OS. And I start typing out a forum post for DELL Global forum.

Censored Post on DELL Global Community forum asking for an explanation

It had been online for less than an hour when I get a message from DELL forum moderation team that they had to remove it to protect my privacy. I'd already redacted my last name so I guess they mean the unique Service code and the case number. I tell them they already have that information so they can just go ahead and put it back up. They apologise, regretfully; my privacy is too important to them to allow the post to stand.

I tell them I understand - which I do - and asked the guy how much he was making. "What are you earning, you must be making a pretty penny to sell your dignity like this. I'd ask you to put in a good word for me if I was willing to become the creepiest sleaze alive, they must be paying you a lot huh?"

No response. The thread was up, then down. End of story.

Not quite. After I posted that thread my Internet died at Baiyoke Sky.Internet goes down all the time in hotels, but Baiyoke was strange because each floor has like 4-5 Wireless Access points,but I got dumped and my nearest Access point was dead but the rest were showing full bars whilst rejecting my laptop's connection attempts. I call up and they're claiming they've lost internet in the whole building.

I ask when it will be 'working' again. They're not sure. They inform me that they have no reason to believe the Internet is not working in a nearby hotel, the name of which escapes me. I'm almost vomiting. They're literally asking me to leave. It's unfathomable.

I sneak out whilst leaving my computer and phone turned on in my room, but I feel so stupid doing those things; and I move into a nondescript Nana hotel where you don't have to present ID and you could basically just get lost in and not bothered for the rest of your life I imagine. I imagine that's what the pedos do. I'm kinda at the other end of the dignity scale but if they're not taking ID, that's all I cared about. I even extended my hotel room thinking I was being especially crafty but looking back, it feels retarded.



I then book a room in the Silom Furama, as you can see. Furama is a big chain. I arrive at Silom Furama and there's a problem. I'm so exhausted, I just want to sleep. They ask me to wait, apparently there's some confusion. They figure out the problem, apparently I've booked at Furama Sathorn not Silom. Easy mistake to make, except I didn't make it. I sigh and say, "oh I must be retarded" and proceed to Furama Sathorn. In hindsight, something of a mistake.

I arrive at Furama Sathorn and there is a small committee of management in the lobby literally expecting me. Like this shit is just generic. I try to pretend I don't notice and check in with a laugh saying apparently I got hotels confused. They are cordial but tense. There's a problem, they say. They're terribly sorry, would I mind waiting.

I would, actually. I tell them. What's the problem. The manager gets ludicrously defensive and angry, saying "Well housekeeping have to clean your room don't they?" I ask what time it is. 4pm. I ask what the checkin time is, she sees where I'm going with my cunning line of questioning and she said one of the most ludicrous things ever, I'll remember it for the rest of my life, poor thing - she says "2pm is just the suggested time for checkin - there's no guarantee". I laugh and tell her that's a relief. I've had a bad experience with guarantees. I go next door and eat, fully expecting police or plainclothes 'police' to arrive but I'm just exhausted.

After an hour I go back in and ask if my room is ready. Apparently not. I ask how messy this room was. Could I give housekeeping a hand? I really need to sleep. I understand they just really want me to leave. In hindsight, when the proprietor wants you to go, you should just go. No matter how tired you are. I was too tired to be thinking clearly. I lie down on the lobby couch and drift off to sleep, and I'm quickly woken to inform me my room is ready. I walk in, gingerly, feeling like an idiot. I plonk my computer down, grab a drink, I'm about to lie down when I realise I should charge up my laptop's battery and my HTC Desire is flat as well. I plug both in and I'm answering an email from my landlord who I'd called demanding he ensure this receptionist is fired over the incident, which I outlined in full.

He's a really cool guy, that guy. But he knew more than he was telling me. At least this is what I've always felt. I was reading his email where he was expressing his outrage and assuring me he would be getting to the bottom of this fiasco - I quickly fire back asking him not to make security angry at me, as I couldn't hardly blame them, my only beef was with this whore receptionist...and thanking him for his understanding when...

BOOM!

[SkyNigger]

I swear to god. It sounded like a small bomb or maybe a large firecracker. It was terrifying but I think it was just the fuse being blown. Every light went out and I'm staring at my glowing laptop screen waiting for the door to burst open and the bullet to hit. I couldn't possibly imagine anything else at this point, in my opinion. The insanity was just, too insane for me.

I stared at my laptop expecting a bullet for about an hour and then typed out this quickly as my battery laptop died.



Then I sat in silence, in pitch black darkness. For a couple hours. I didn't know what I'm supposed to do. This explosion was so loud, you'd hear it from the street. And no one has rung or even knocked on my door. Eventually I get bored and call down, am told an electrician will come straight up. I've got photos somewhere of him climbing up into the room ludicrously for like 1 second and then coming down and announcing his lines. I had to move rooms apparently. I understood.

I was on the internet in this room. I had a pretty good idea why I was being moved. I was cool with it. I just wanted to sleep.

Oh my. I get to my new room, and just more out of petulance than anything sane, I confirm my suspicion. The Internet doesn't work. How surprising. Then in really idiotic petulance, I call them to come fix it, imagining it will be entertaining to watch them pretend to do nothing. I order a club sandwich and an iced latte to eat whilst I watched them pretend to do nothing. They did a good job. It was laughable. They just clicked buttons, looking at each other, hoping I didn't realise or maybe they were hoping I was watching wtf do I know. i passed out.

And woke up an hour later, thinking I was going to die. I was sick, food poisoning - I've had it enough times in my life to know immediately that my near future isn't going to be worth living. I'm dry-retching into the toilet and coughing some blood. But it might have just been my imagination, about the blood. I was in a pretty bad way.

Things stayed that way, for a day and a half of misery intertwined with merciful if fitful sleep. As soon as I was able to stand, I walked out of Furama Sathon and got on the BTS back to my apartment. I felt pretty fucking stupid about the whole 'running away' thing. If they're going to kill me I decided I wanted to die in the greatest apartment I've ever lived in, lifetime.

Those motherfuckers.
They didn't kill me. If you were wondering.

But perhaps you can take a guess about why I was not living at my awesome apartment?





I assure you, it wasn't by choice. After months of no Internet from the largest ISP in Thailand, and insanity from TrueCorp that is just...an entirely different novel of wtf (a standout being when they were confused about IP4 and IP6 - this is the technical department of the largest ISP in the country) - I apologised to Renato and told him I had to move. I was just living in hotels. He was clearly relieved, which sucked a little. He's the finest landlord I've ever had. I officially moved out in November. Just after I lost all my credit cards, and the banks were being remarkable obtuse about sending a pretty big spender (6 figures on IT alone in 2011) replacement cards, and I was out of money and getting pretty hungry. Obviously, I had emergency options, but I don't like to ask favours of creeps.

Suddenly it hit me, Renato had all my bond money! I rejoiced and called him, he met me an hour later and handed me the 80,000 and said he had to run; fucking champion. As he was leaving, he said something strange - maybe. He said, "If you ever end up writing something, you'll make sure you'll send a copy to me won't you?"

And then he left. It was to be the last time we met.

I can't be certain. But I'm not sure I ever mentioned writing - ever - to him, at all. I told him I was a poker player, I'm certain of it. Strange. But unimportant I guess.

I've spent large portions of this year attempting to reproduce portions of what I wrote in Jan/Feb. I just write gibberish now. it's almost embarrassing but then you have to understand, I've only been happy once in my life. Nov '10 > Feb '11. And I wrote maybe the finest piece of literature I've ever read.

I think maybe it might have been in the top 10,000 finest pieces of literature ever written. So hard to know these things, isn't it. When you can work out who owns the printing presses of the world.



8. I kept on hiring experts to lie to me. I kept on buying new computers, which were corrupted instantly. Literally instantly. I watched technicians put Intel components together and thought "that's easy I could have done that". I was right. They put corrupted brand new components together, which would flash CMOS CHECKSUM ERROR the instant we turned them on. And the ones I put together in random hotel rooms alone did exactly the same thing.

I just kept trying stuff. Burning through money. I'm not going to penny-pinch when my life is on the line, money is worthless anyway. But I'd fly to Singapore. Malaysia. Australia (Limes Hotel there). Hong Kong. Always shuffling, trying to get a system online. I actually moved to Hong Kong during a scary period where 3 of my Intel motherboards blew in the space of 24 hrs. These were brand new boards, two desktop boards and an Atom mini-board. I lasted a few days in Hong Kong, bought a computer, entirely brand new specs. Paid in cash. Back to the hotel and plugged it all up, planning on looking for an apartment. It didn't have an Intel motherboard, it had a Minix board - let me show you what that means.



INTEL powers the world. If you think AMD are - competing - you are on crack. AMD is what companies do when morons want competition but don't realise that someone has to win. It's moronic to expect a healthy competitive market because the entities involved have a vested interest in working together rather than competing and driving each other into the dirt.

Oh hey. You could say the same thing about humanity. How about that.

I've bought 18 or 19 computers. Including a Chromebook that's been corrupted. Now with a smashed LCD display cause I'd had enough of the bullshit. I probably could reflash it I can't be fucked. This whole world is so god damn insulting. ASUS has had my new ASUS laptop for 11 months now. I went in like a month ago just for a laugh, and they'd fixed it all obviously. Ridiculous. I would just open a command prompt and type in C:> dir /a:h /s

...and tens of thousands of hidden files would pour across the screen for minutes. I'd just look at them in disgust. They'd look sheepish. One guy says "oh they're nothing to worry about." I said "Is that why you hide them then? That makes perfect sense. But this hidden file here, winmail.exe - explain why you've put that on my system HIDDEN. How can I benefit from the wonderful functionality of an executable program which is not part of Windows 7 when you've hidden it?"

They'd just look sheepish.

I just have moronic emails with them after they just insult me by saying the things they're trying to hide are "totally normal".



9. By this point, I was collecting and posting so much irrefutable evidence of corruption, I literally expected to die any day. This thread is fucking amazing stuff from me. And it's the most 'helpful' anyone has ever been of the hundreds of threads I've started - many of which have been censored but this one remains.

http://forum.immunet.com/index.php?/...c-cleans-them/

The evidence I post in it - well you're doing CS, are you any good? You literally wouldn't need to be. I didn't realise at the time what all the results were saying, I would just run some quick tests before another BSOD had me installing Windows again. Look at the ComboFix log - this is the shit I've been posting all over the Internet for a year.

Irrefutable corruption. It's unfathomable. And....zero - like ZERO - assistance. Just time-wasting. People asking me to explain what a child can understand. This is IT professionals, pretending to be moronic. This Edwin guy is the most intelligent guy I ran into in one year of posting. Zero help. Just hundreds of lies.

I knew I was going to die, but I just kept going and going furiously because what other options did I have. I understand everything now. It's not even complex. You're at the mercy of your firmware; i.e. you're at the mercy of INTEL. Because INTEL has 100% of the market.

[SkyNigger]

The evidence I post in that thread is just...every moment I spent after those days was just pure futility. I burned 6 figures in denial. I know I'm going to die. But I don't - need - to anymore. I can't - write - anymore. They're not morons. THey're probably geniuses, they kinda shocked me really. They knew me better than I knew me, in some spots - when I'd walk into traps at HP Service HQ where they came very close to baiting me into a furious rant that I swear they setup. It was too brilliant. I can't even explain it to morons, you wouldn't understand how brilliant it was.

These guys are pros (at HP, anyway).

The Apple guys are just fucking creepy, so fucking moronic and sleazy it's....bah I'm over talking about it. This is 4 of maybe 120 images of chaos in my EFI firmware - write-protected by Apple. "UNKNOWN" values everywhere, and I show all this to these creeps live and they say "Sorry what's the problem again?"

Then they are worried about voiding my warranty doing what Apple told me to tell them to do to my brand new Apple machine. At an Apple iServe store. This is what I have to put up with.









10. I wrote some brilliance in Jan/Feb '11 that was some of the finest literature I'd ever read. It was the first time in my life that I'd been happy. I wonder if it was even the top 10,000 pieces of literature ever written. Do you understand?

It's not about me.

But then who even cares about their own interests anymore. Oh gosh, how peculiar.

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If I go to a shrink and say give me desoxyn ... at best they start me down the route working up to meth. At worst they show me the door for being a 'drug seeker'.

I didn't realise you worked for them. My shrinks are my employees and I treat them like filthy criminals because that's what they are. We have an understanding, they don't push their luck and I don't bare my teeth. It's a tumultuous relationship but then I am the one paying for their extortion. I will show them my teeth if they start getting snippety. They're not as dumb as they pretend to be.

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On the anxiety route, I did suspect my liver is deficient in the enzymes requires to excrete ritalin and adderrall. I'm not so sure about that anymore, but it is an area of medicine thats only recently been explored. Apparently ritalin/adderrall use the same enzyme a lot of anti-depressants do.

I'm literally not interested in discussing idiotic lame substitutes but if you think I'm happy about whatever fucking health problems are - not - going to be my problem because I'm - not - going to make it to 32...well I'm not. Livers, kidneys, intestines, stomach lining, heart, christ knows what criminals' poison is doing.

That's why it's Prohibited and 'uncontrolled'. And available on every street corner in Bangkok. But the police are arresting people for possession of 0.32 grams. So it's a battle that could go either way.

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I did read your post and will probably reread it again. Maybe even visit ADD forums. I've always wished it was something they could easily quantify, because I suspect my ADD is considerably worse than most others who claim the same brain disfunction.

I suspect you're either telling the truth and in desperate need of meds or you're retarded. I'm assuming the former. Because you sound like I would sound when I'm unmedicated.

Yes, if you have ADHD you should probably read ADHD forums. I'm reliably informed by logic that this would be a suitable path to investigate and/or pursue.

[SkyNigger]

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Originally Posted by nextlevelshit

I only take 1 mg of xanax a day. half a generic bar. it is questionable whether this amount is really longterm addictive.

In a double-blind clinical trial, Alprazolam resulted in 100% dependancy for all non-placebo patients within two weeks.

Just saying. Xanax ain't playing.

[nextlevelshit]

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Originally Posted by SkyNigger

In a double-blind clinical trial, Alprazolam resulted in 100% dependancy for all non-placebo patients within two weeks.

Just saying. Xanax ain't playing.

Yea well there is psychological dependency and then the legit rebound anxiety... I think the former is more of a problem with my dosage amounts. Docs are scared to prescribe the stuff, might turn me into a bit of as zombie but honestly i could get used to being a bit stupid. A friend of mine as a kid randomly answered his scantron aptitude test and they moved him to a retard class. He said he never knew a more happy bunch. We'll see whenever I get around to going 6 days without taking one. I've went 2-3 and it is a bit bothersome but nothing. Long as I don't have seizures we'll be ok... but yea benzos can be some serious shit. It is actually legitimate dangerous, like withdrawing from alcohol. I read the internets a lot too, scootz.

As far as your life being in danger.. did you ever consider calling Sonatine ? That dude is legit on multiple levels.. Computers, personal defense, and ponies. You laugh at ponies but taht shit fucks with some peoples mind severely.

[nextlevelshit]

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Originally Posted by SkyNigger

I'm literally not interested in discussing idiotic lame substitutes but if you think I'm happy about whatever fucking health problems are - not - going to be my problem because I'm - not - going to make it to 32...well I'm not. Livers, kidneys, intestines, stomach lining, heart, christ knows what criminals' poison is doing.

Yes, if you have ADHD you should probably read ADHD forums. I'm reliably informed by logic that this would be a suitable path to investigate and/or pursue.

Not really a health problem. People's livers can vastly differ on the rate at which they metabolize certain drugs. This can cause severe issues with dosing. If you are an ultra-metabolizer, you need higher doses or to take smaller doses more often. A really slow metabolizer will have opposite issues. Ritalin etc might hang around longer than you wish. (and cause anxiety for example..)

I have nothing against taking meth for ADHD. I read some back in the day, but everytime I see a new drug being created for ADD it is either that take it for 8 weeks shit (which I am hesistant to fuck with...) or it is the same old drug in a time-release formula so they can repatent and overcharge for it. My problem was with the drugs lasting too long = anxiety. Extended release is last thing I need.