You remember how it feels like after being intoxicated in its smoke: The coldness of your skin permeating through your bones; the slowness of your vision as your eyes desperately tries to focus itself on an object; the barely audible voices of those around you. Slurred, and yet fairly recognizable, they spoke of you being "sabog" in your joint. Everything around you grinds to a halt, and you, being enslaved to some unfamiliar euphoric sensations encase yourself in an invisible box. Impregnable, and yet, nearly addictive, the feeling is almost like being drawn to a dark and foreboding world where the only way out is through the passage of sleep.
It was past midnight of last year. You sat in a table with two of your closest friends. The captain pulled out a cellophane bag she got out of nowhere. You recognized its contents as something dark and shredded. Its moss-like texture assured you that its organic. She pinched a few shreds of the substance and sprinkled it over a flimsy paper. Rolling the paper, you have this idea that it will be smoked.
The stick was lighted and then passed from mouth to mouth. Shots were given and you swallowed the smoke with one gulp. Within minutes, you can already feel its effects. Everything appears veeerrrry, veeeeeerry sloooooowww, while those around you busied themselves with anything that would hold their self-awareness. Your breathe becomes shallow. Unaware of where you hand lands, you gobble anything that remains of your pulutan. The captain flirted with the girl who was flirting your friend over his phone. While you being left with nothing else to trip and nothing else to stuff in your mouth decides to go home and call it a night.
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It was past midnight of last year. You sat in a table with two of your closest friends. The captain pulled out a cellophane bag she got out of nowhere. You recognized its contents as something dark and shredded. Its moss-like texture assured you that its organic. She pinched a few shreds of the substance and sprinkled it over a flimsy paper. Rolling the paper, you have this idea that it will be smoked.
The stick was lighted and then passed from mouth to mouth. Shots were given and you swallowed the smoke with one gulp. Within minutes, you can already feel its effects. Everything appears veeerrrry, veeeeeerry sloooooowww, while those around you busied themselves with anything that would hold their self-awareness. Your breathe becomes shallow. Unaware of where you hand lands, you gobble anything that remains of your pulutan. The captain flirted with the girl who was flirting your friend over his phone. While you being left with nothing else to trip and nothing else to stuff in your mouth decides to go home and call it a night.
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OAKLAND, California (CNN) -- Oakland's bid to become the first U.S. city to tax proceeds on medical marijuana passed Tuesday by a landslide vote.
About 80 percent of people voting in the Oakland election approved the new medical marijuana tax.
About 80 percent of people voting in the Oakland election approved the new medical marijuana tax.
About 80 percent of voters chose to impose the tax on Oakland's medical marijuana facilities, according to the Alameda County Registrar of Voters.
Some celebrated the news at Oaksterdam University by hand-rolling large marijuana cigarettes or stuffing cannabis into pipes. The school trains students for work in the medical marijuana industry.
- CNN: Oakland, California Passes Landmark Marijuana Tax
3 comments:
ahhh... tsongki... funnily it never had any different effect on me... barkada ko... she was laughing non-stop... the other was sleeping the whole day... but me... wala...
nakakadisappoint, actually...
@gill pareho tayo di ko masakyan ang trip nito. iba yung tipo ko, not organic but kemikal. wuz more of an upper than a downer type. pero ginagawa ko din tong pang sundot pag ala tama na yung kemikal.
bwahaha those were the days =)
mas kakaiba ang sensation kapag pinapanuod mo ang mga gumagamit... proud to say ive never tried it. though i respect who are mature users!
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