Just browsed through my storage and found these Chicane promotional for their “behind the sun” gig held in Boston in 1998-1999. These are priceless collectible items and I’d hide them somehwere back in my storage so by the next time I find them they will be priceless relic. (Don’t worry they’re really candies and not obscurely packaged illicit substances.)
Warning! Not suitable for under 18 drinking age reader. (Yeah right, like most underage drinkers would even bother…)
This is my cooler aid for the evening, after a long day of work. I’m usually not a big fan of alcohol. I don’t drink beer (unlike most of my high school cakes) and I was more into hard whiskey but now I’ve outgrown that. So I’m now mellowed down to a light wine cooler and those breezer bottled cocktails 
On the contrary, my dad being a man hoping to watch him son grow up not ending up a nerd in the real world, told me “Boy, don’t be afraid. I’m not angry of you drinking. In fact, I strongly encourage you to start building your alcoholic tolerance from now. You’re just about the age to start this training.” I was totally stunned when I heard that. “The catch is: you will have to restrict yourself to only one can per week… no more. After a while, you can progress slowly to get your body system get adjusted to alcohol consumption. This way, you’d be building your alcohol tolerance eventually. You will need this to establish yourself in the business world.”
Flabbergasted, I was speechless for mintues. I would NEVER expect this positive reaction from my dad. From then on, he’s the coolest dad in my eyes. Though he’s still old fashion in his lifestyle, he’s totally open up to the change of the generations. I love him for that. He’s now someone I feel more comfortable confiding to as a friend
Too much thinking over the past two days. My mind had been over-filled with random statements that I found it hard to concentrate on my thoughts. “Having lunch instead of breakfast can be a torture…” “Too much nicotine, now I’m feeling nauseous…” “UtimateEars® or Shure®?” “Want to go hang out in town but I’m too tired after work…” Thoughts were so loud I constantly hear myself like a marketplace within my skull.
It has been over a month since I stopped my nimetazepam dosage (for some obscure reasons) and I have been depending on my self-motivation for work and off-work. I have absolutely no problem during office hours but I have the tendency to seclude myself during evenings and weekends. The seclusion is not exactly strong-willed, but more preferred as opposed to strolling downtown like I used to. I concluded that this might have been a minor withdrawal symptom and I’m still fighting to overcome this. The demon in me isn’t helping much by constantly hollering ”... nothing is as interesting anymore without 5.”
All these hollering inside my head between the ears got me really irritable and I had, in some occasions, expressed subtly so to people close to me, especially my wife (poor wifey… I’m sorry). However, I’m glad most have unknowingly put up with me, reasoning for me that I’m just stressed out at work. Yes, the work stress might be a factor, but deep inside I know this has been a withdrawal effect.
Nevertheless, I have the logical side of me speaking louder for my own good.
I’m not getting any younger, and if I carry on with dependency on nimetazepam, there will be psychological effects.
I’m now married so I am now carrying responsibility not just to one but two individuals.
I am still hoping to restart some positive monetary savings.
I have a wonderful career path and should not put that to waste.
I have come to realize that life is most bliss when I can fulfill all my commitments without any difficulty.
