Wednesday, July 27, 2016


(music: She's Got You High - Mumm-Ra)

So about a week ago, I got to the Venice/Santa Monica part of town. I walked down Main Street, saw an outlet for Bulletproof Coffee, etc. I haven't yet been to The Bungalow, but am hoping I go sometime soon, maybe with Keith but I dunno.

I walked to the remnants of the Venice canals, because apparently Venice Beach in LA was developed to be similar to Venice in Europe, I didn't know that!

I haven't been to European Venice (or any part of Europe, for that matter) but I'm guessing they look wildly different.

I'm amused by their half-numbering of apartments. It's like Platform 9 3/4. Speaking of which, there is a Harry Potter Studio in the Universal Studios here in LA, and I feel like going. Haven't found a suitable Potterhead to go with, yet.

The Green "Doctors", dispensing medical marijuana, could be found along Venice and Santa Monica beaches.

The next day I went to Abbot Kinney, named the "coolest block in America". It was hipsterish, and there was lots of good food, and very nice quaint shops with one-of-a-kind knick-knacks that I would have loved to buy back for my best friends and family.

I Dream of Ice-Cream --- me, always.

I got a book of dirty jokes for my host, Keith, who seems to be very straight-laced. He's so focused and so decent I decided to get it for him, while worried that it might be a little inappropriate.

Keith is one of the most accomplished people I've known. He saved a movie theater from going bust (and therefore his wifi signal password was "isavedthemet", thankfully you don't know where he lives so you can't leech his wifi HAHAHA) and he had government clearance (it's true, I saw all the certificates in his house) and would go through drug tests so he's never taken drugs in his life and I was impressed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I called him the Alien of America.

And he won one of those software hijacking tournaments thing, I think. Not that I know exactly what goes on in such things, I'm a tech dinosaur. He was such a decent cutiepie, like every time I saw him I wanted to pinch his cheeks, but of course I didn't, because I'm not crazy.

I was sick when I left Keith's, which was a real pity. He had set up a surfing lesson for me as he also lives right by Santa Monica/Venice beach, so he was friends with the surf instructor, but that morning I was already sick and my ears were ringing and throbbing, so I had to give the surfing lesson a pass. :(

Then I moved to Patrick's. Patrick works in TV production and he loves his job because "there's rarely a typical day", and he's also writing a script so there are notes on his walls.

I read a few of them.

Please note the shelf in the above and below photographs are two different shelves.

Patrick also had books, almost literally everywhere.

He also had pawprints in his dusty furniture, because he recently dog-sat for his friend.

I wanted to help declutter his place by even a little bit (my Asian is showing) so I collected his massive pile of beer/wine/vodka/alcohol bottles and brought them out of the apartment. I'm sure there were at least a hundred of them.

After having brought out piles and cartons, his neighbour Betty took pity on me so she brought a shopping cart to me, so it would be easier to move them all at once.

This was the final pile.

Patrick says Betty is like the "fairy godmother" of the apartment building, and I liked her so, so much! She was so adorable, and she hugged me when she found out I was sick. Like, if I ever come back to LA again, I'd want to see Betty.

Patrick was the coolest host, as he had actually pinned out all the food/attractions/activities onto a Google Map for his surfers.

It was so helpful. Unfortunately, I was mad sick for most of the time I was there, so Pat and I just hung and watched TV. Fortunately, Patrick works in TV production, so he seemed to know everything. Like, everything I asked about TV, he would know.

He got me into watching BoJack Horseman, a Netflix original animation, which is hilarious. Aaron Paul is in it, and I feel like they just took Jesse Pinkman's character out of the Breaking Bad universe and plopped him into the BoJack universe.

We also watched NFL, where Patrick fanboyed his team, New England Patriots, and taught me the basics of American football. I asked if he watched soccer but he says "any game that can end in a 0-0 tie is not a sport" and that it's too boring for him.

Patrick also reads a lot (read: books ALL OVER HIS HOUSE) so I read his copy of Fight Club to compare it to the movie. He just let me watch TV and read books the entire time I was there which means I was basically in heaven (except sick and out of it).

I Skyped Han for slightly more than an hour while I was at Patrick's, and it's really strange how we could be so far apart, and not have talked or texted for ages, but when we Skyped, I just feel instantly at ease. Like, she feels and gets me, yknow?

When we were ending our video call, Han said she had been waiting for it so she could let go of a fart she had been holding in. Oh Han. #classic

Besides watching BoJack, we also caught an episode of Chef's Table, which made me really, really hungry, and also made me wanna go to Slovenia, stat. I think, of all my hosts so far, Pat was the chillest one and I felt comfortable just reading and eating and watching TV.

After Patrick's, I headed to Kam's. Kam works on a Disney Channel show that my sisters watch (I used to watch some Disney productions but this particular one, never have).

He has a cat named Spaz. Apparently when Spaz was a kitten she would have spasms at 5pm everyday, so that's why they called her that. I like Spaz, although she isn't very manja.

Kam has been driving me around because I keep forgetting nonsense like returning Patrick's key to him before I left his place, etc etc. I wanna blame it on being sick, so I shall. I'm kinda sure I'm not so forgetful if I'm at 100%, anyway????

While driving me around, Kam always passes me his iPod and says I'm welcome to play DJ, which is like (100) (100) (100) emoji. Y does Blogger not allow emoji, I need this to happen now.

We had tacos, which I liked!

I had a "Mexican Coke" which is supposed to taste different from a normal Coke, because they use real sugar instead of corn syrup. The thing is that I've never tasted a "normal Coke" which is I guess an American Coke. I don't know which one the Singapore Coke uses, so I don't taste any difference between a Singapore Coke and a Mexican Coke. Gotta try an American one and let you know.

On Sunday, Kam and I were watching Stranger Things (I kept saying it looked like Twilight Zone, and I haven't gotten past the fourth episode, but will finish the season tonight, hopefully) when he let me have a small piece of this:

This was a Vanilla Chai Milk Chocolate, and if you know me, you'd know I love vanilla and I love chai, so I loved the flavour and I wanted more, but it also contained "medical cannabis". I had that small piece above, half of a small perforated square of the chocolate bar.

Kam gave it to me not thinking much of it, and nor did I, because it was tiny??? Also because he knew I'd had prior experience, so we didn't think it was a big deal. It was chocolate, it was delicious, no big deal, right??? WRONG.

So if you recall me saying, we were watching Stranger Things, and then it started to hit me. The first thing I thought was I was becoming paranoid, because "omg what am I doing, I barely know this guy, and he's gonna do something to me" and Kam heard me saying it, so he held my hand and kept saying "it's okay".

To be honest, in retrospect, it should have been pretty funny because Kam ate exactly the same amount as I did, so he was high while I was having a bad trip, so he was trying to calm me down while he was zen or whatever, we were like a see-saw.

So I told Kam to change the channel to Friends, which I watched and it was just a whole blur, I did not get what was going on. I began to ask Kam how long had passed, and for him to start counting how many times I asked him to say "it's okay". I think at one interval it was 5 times, after one hour and fifteen minutes.

While tripping out, I said to Kam, this would be the perfect time to write my play/musical. Artists like Lady Gaga use drugs all the time to create art, right??? Unfortunately, try as I might, I don't have a musical bone in me, and I didn't have much control over myself or my movement to write anything down. I barely knew whether anything that happened was going on in my head or if I was actually saying it aloud to Kam, I couldn't feel myself.

All I know for sure (and Kam confirmed it) was that I wanted ice-cream, because I wanted things that made me happy, so that I could change my high to be a good, happy high. But for the life of me, I couldn't pinpoint anything happy in my life or even in my recent LA trip, and I started talking about my family and all our problems (at least, I think I did).

It was such an emo, sad trip. I think I asked Kam whether I was talking nonsense, and Kam said some other people would have said much more nonsense, but that I was still being pretty articulate about what I was feeling and experiencing. Actually I don't know if this really happened, might have just happened in my brain.

Neither of us knew why I was going through such a bad experience (Kam kept saying sorry for it), but here are my tips, in case you need any. I am in no way condoning this experience, but if you were ever to try it, I'd rather you have a happy experience instead of a bad one.

Eating it is not at all the same as smoking it. When you eat it, it gets digested and released through your bloodstream, meaning it is a way more intense experience. If you were to eat the same kind of chocolate as I did, or you wanna have a weed brownie sometime in Holland or something, please be aware that it does not kick in the way smoking does. Eat a small piece first, maybe the size of a fingernail, and see how it hits you in half an hour.

Secondly, don't be a doofus and watch Stranger Things or anything remotely morbid or dark (this one I dunno whether to fault Kam, he shoulda been more aware of the consequences than I was!), it may steer you towards fear and paranoia. Have your happy things around. Have ice-cream or sushi in the house. Watch Friends or your favourite Disney movie (Wall-E!).

Be with someone you trust. Eat it with your best friend or your partner or anyone whom you've generally had in your life for a long time. I'm gonna hang myself out to dry, here, but my bad trip could have actually turned into a horrible nightmare experience in real life, if Kam was an asshole but thank goodness he's not. I trust people very easily, but from this moment on, I am not consuming anything without really weighing the pros and cons of it.

If you're an artistic/musical type, or you just wanna monitor the extent of your creativity while on a high, I suggest turning on the voice recorder on your phone or filming the entire thing, if you're really curious. I highly doubt there would be any gems, but it might make for nice keepsakes to pass down to your grandchildren one day. ;P

I 100% do not recommend being under the influence of any drugs while you're sick. I would guess that I was feeling not too good about life and about myself while I was sick, and that would have been amplified while I tripped out, so. No. Unless you are in tip-top shape, don't take anything you're not familiar with.

For something considered to be "medical" cannabis, it didn't help make me feel better at all. I knocked out for an entire day and night.

Yesterday, I watched Friends, this time sober and functional, and I sobbed when Monica and Chandler proposed to each other.

At this point, I no longer know if I'm team Ross & Rachel or Monica & Chandler. All I know is I'm a crybaby.

If you're wondering about G, last week was a physical test of his perseverance as much as it was a mental test of my endurance.

He climbed the Mont Blanc! It is the highest point of Europe, according to him (I didn't fact-check this) and he also sent me a video! I can now confirm that he has an appealing French accent indeed. ;P

Today I got a text from Nick saying I had sent his girlfriend a message on Couchsurfing (I didn't know who she was, obviously) to request for a stay. I felt really bad and told him to let her know to ignore it, but then he said I was "not ready for this trip and I should head home".

It's funny, my best friends and family have all been cheering me on and rooting for me to get better despite knowing of my monetary issues, and the methods of me looking for places to stay and the creeps I've stayed with and then left because they were creeps. But despite all their encouragement, nothing has given me more motivation to continue with this vacation and get better ASAP as that message from Nick.

He thinks that just by using the disclaimer that he's "concerned", he can actually believe that he sent me that text out of concern. Hey, Nick, there are people on Couchsurfing who haven't even hosted me yet, who are giving me the addresses of free clinics, because they see that I'm sick. That's called concern. There are people going out of their way to get me medicine or honey and lemon (that's Patrick) or getting reduced prices for surfing lessons because they know of my financial issues (Keith) or driving me around town to cross food off my checklist (Kam), I think that's concern.

The above is an example of concern.

You haven't done squat for me on this trip, and I don't hold it against you as you have a girlfriend. But please don't say anything to me anymore on the pretext of being "concerned". I don't need it. You don't own LA, you don't get to say who gets to be here and who doesn't. You're not my mother, and even my mother doesn't ask me to return 'cos she has "my best interests at heart".

I could have told you, out of concern, that you shouldn't have got Lucy, 'cos you're not ready to take care of a pet, you only got her for your own selfish reasons of being depressed and lonely. But I didn't, because that's not concern, that's spite.

And now, out of the sheer perversion of human nature, wanting to do something even more when they are told they can't, I'm gonna get better and have an even better time once I'm fully recovered. Mark my words. Who says you have to be ready for anything? There's no such thing as ready.

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