chapter five

Y letters on the blackboard. The cleaner opened the door. What happened to the teacher? I heard the sound of something falling. Actually, I practiced throwing it at the cleaner. He nodded as if he understood. Dr. Adjust Kam and took out dozens of drugs in the box and drank them. He looked left and right, but drank them like in a Western movie. Phum took notes. Dr. Achariya, my name is my business. But why do you have to call me a drug addict? Phum's voice lit a marijuana cigarette. He shut his mouth. Promethus. Who said I'm Prometh? He looked at the ice packet and sat in a cheap room to find a script to write. Because actually, wait a minute. Calm down. I'm lighting marijuana. Who are you? I don't know, but I'm not at the sea. I heard the sound of waves, but it was a signal that cut off the station, which was a Hz wave with a frequency of 369 or 936. Yeah, you guys are so funny. Girls flocked into the room. I mean, many students. So fierce. I didn't scold anyone. I meant the headphones were on the table. It's weird. The girls complained. Phum was okay. Y They looked. Let me listen to me first. If we have a choice to walk two ways, between left and right, Phumi, a young and energetic doctor who is pretending to answer, I don't know, he must be flirting with the teacher. He jumped up on the table and invited the students to come up. To be honest, I waited for ten every time. Oh, really, I only got one subject. Phumi erased the board and opened. I mean, he slapped the microphone. Opened the face. I'm writing. The bastard knows whose duty it is. Let's say who has it now. Hey, it's not my business. The one who's addicted must have a belly. And then I met another drug addict. Phumi lit marijuana. Weight loss pills. Joy, but Joy looked at the mirror. Don't you know anything. You're my meddlesome. Shut your mouth. I don't care. Oh, be quiet. It's almost over. You drug addict. Who scolded me? Your father's country smokes marijuana freely. This is Thailand. Phumi OG, bring two grams, brother. That's it, you bastard. They call it a G. Two hundred or three hundred. Hey! I'm not sure. Let's say my eyes are blurry. They look at the marijuana strain. The price. And that's it. I don't want to believe it. I have everything you said except that you should carry it. And then party. I'm a drug addict, not a dealer. If I had a gun, everyone said at the same time, I'd shoot myself first. Then it went into a loop. Now, shut your mouth, director. Have you ever asked me if I have to wake up to go to work every day? Yesterday, I checked the check and could take leave. Let's say you made a movie that made millions, I just made hundreds. Now it's billions. I don't want to imagine. Brother Phum, shut up for a moment. I'm going to record the sound of a little girl in an elementary school, a girl from a southern province, giving an interview. Phum looked at Joy and quickly deleted the family photo. Or just a lover? That's so old-fashioned, Joy. Just being my lover is not enough. In reality, you are what I want to be. Just have 15,000 baht a month, as I graduated from university, and pay off the house and car. You're busy with credit cards, your pockets are full and you're lying. Whose voice is that? You must be positive, but mine, the real company, is just building and land prices. I just sit around all day and I can't even make them go into the negative. You said your life wasn't negative! It's just that there was no nuclear bomb on my head. Let everyone answer at the same time! Let's say now I have money in my wallet that I can borrow from home or permanently. It's about the same. Three hundred, five hundred. Wait a minute. I'm smoking a gun. Fuck. I should Thaistick. Let's say it makes me want to vomit. How the hell are you a director? A simple plot. A failed director. Let's say I'm not as unlucky as him! I even made a surprised sound. You son of a bitch. You're surprised, but it's you! Press it again. Joy pressed the keyboard, pretended to delete, and typed again! 1 message. "Holy shit. This isn't a 60s movie. What era is this? Who sits down to write a Jim Kafe novel? Wait a minute. J.K. Rowling wrote with a pen or a typewriter or a notebook. Back then, there were a lot of them, or they were expensive. But she said she was failed. Let's say one. Just say one and the word politics comes in. Whoever says this word, I'll go first. Is anyone eating rice right now, with their family, or with their friends? Because I'm not sitting here alone. There's girls partying, and a rap gun, yo. I pressed the keyboard, I don't know when the electricity will suck my dick. Joy, are you looking down on my computer? Oh, you have air conditioning. Which idiot told the writer? How did you know that Mac doesn't have a fan! Bhum reached out to grab the beer, but the cord broke from the computer. I hope the beer fell on the screen. I don't know, I don't want to know. Because the point is politics, the same thing... Hey, Joy listened to everyone quietly. She picked up the measuring tape and started moving the numbers up. It sounded like a plane passing by. Hey, say something. What's with you left and right? Fucking politics! You're going to say I'm poor! Help me rub it in. Wait, wait, wait. Where are you? All I remember is, Oh, you're going to tell me. Let me go to sleep first. Wake up once and start the mood again. How many nights have I slept here? And why did you get up? The food's here. You're fucking hungry. Eat buffalo. Politics. Don't let me find out who you are. Forget about me. Who is it? Fuck. Rights. Fucking politics. Wait, wait, slow down, sister. I may not have to explain. Play any cool guitar but sit alone in the middle of a bar LGBT Unbelievable In the media Wait, that's the media But the younger sister is also an idea, like, whatever But we just eat What the hell is it called? It's so damn expensive She secretly took out an anti-inflammatory and lit a cigarette Oh, survived! Or medicine Okay, don't think about it Let's say it makes you purple It's the right color

Ladyboy Crying You think I've had plastic surgery How many times She took off her clothes and couldn't stop Asking how many milligrams is this Damn I wrote it wrong Drug addict, bad karma Your father's house I don't care, I'm lazy Bhum walked along the beach path Talking to himself Meaning Damn I forgot to press record! Seriously, I don't know what to do Why just sit in front of the screen But finally, let's conclude on a plain piece of paper One Or the letter I I I Why doesn't he have a head! Meaning One They don't play anymore You got... Who said that just now Because we only heard their voices Who the hell is eating what!

Everyone who is eating stops You don't want to imagine Hope Okay, ask for food before bed Be careful, okay Don't ask about sales Damn Tom Yum Goong, it's a disaster. The father and mother of politics. Everyone drank it. They didn't even tell me the brand. They probably know. The director of the movie hoped Tom Yum Goong would be like, "Fuck." Did you study economics?

What does that shit mean? Many people laughing, the sound of marijuana being blown. Let's call it an alien, because we're all confused. But you can make us crazy! Mathematics and Physics, which bastard said that word? Quantum, it's like my name. Bastard, my dimension changed from Tum to Bhum. Don't you dare point at me. I think you should all get together and beat them up. Joy, the director and the writer of the screenplay. Wait, I'll kick you out. But still, gang up on Science. From Aka. Right sides, because my side is imagination. And the left side is logic or reason. I might have to go to bed soon. Loser! Hey, whose voice is that? Stop. I'd better smoke. Why don't we hear the sound of One? Why did you start calling it One? Because of dreams or imagination. But the image is like a Hollywood movie. It's the distance. Those people hate it so much. Because of its image. Or does it tell? Everyone starts to wonder and ponder. It's like a cartoon from Oh, not that pretty, but I'll note it. It's a cartoon. A bus stops and in the background there are three or four nuclear bombs. Boom, boom, boom, around him like Iron Man. But why is he standing next to the bus? The image of One looking at the light of the fire. Should I wear sunglasses like in the Terminator movie? One's voice "Fuck, I think I'll be in the radius." Muttering, "Do you hate me that much?" Bhum hangs himself. The same image repeats again. The hero wakes up from his dream. Delete it quickly. Go to sleep.

Hello, did you hear me? I told you to take that place, you cunt. Are you going to bail me out until you come out to see your father? In one year, you let me see my wife's cunt. Hang her or give her some shit to eat? My son also fucked me. I won't stop even if I have to take some shit like Hitler. I'll hunt you down. If you don't take it down now! The sound of a gunshot. Bhum turns to look. The underlings quickly close the door. I'm sorry, sir. Everyone sit in a group. I won't make the same mistake as that man. I'd like to leave you all sitting around me. Let me just sleep, I hope I choose the right person.

Everyone sat and listened and was silent. What am I using? My asshole. Let's go back to sleep. Phum finished writing notes, lit marijuana and prepared to sleep. Before saying good night to everyone. And if one is about to sleep, I hope it won't be more than 12 hours. I hope I won't burn like Hitler. One from lying down with his forehead in his hands, changed to getting up and doing the same thing, which is taking drugs.

Doctor From the letter Y, when they separate left and right, they will head to a straight line and can be reversed to a universal timeline, meaning a world that is not lacking, which we will get the shape of HIVE or a honeycomb. Doctor spoke while recording and preparing to inject the drug again. Phum, the mathematics teacher, and Phum, the scientist, talked with great gusto. But the friends from the other dimension heard a humming sound. Before everyone heard the sound of the wall, it was loud many times. Phum, the drug addict, jumped and put his ear to the wall. And it was so loud that he jumped. As if someone outside was being beaten. When he opened the window, there was no one outside. But after closing it, the loud sound became the floor. Doctor was shocked and writhed in pain. He tried to pull himself up. But the many documents in the drawers fall down, revealing the blueprints, the mineral tables that can be developed into medicines. Flashback, the professors skim through the documents before handing over the scraps of paper to the scientists. Everyone agrees that we don't have enough budget for the many projects they have proposed. Bhum looks down. The mathematician complains about his work, which is no different from his, because every year there are only the same exams that students prepare for the university entrance exams. If we were both born somewhere else, it would be better. The mathematician throws a ball at the window to bounce back. And it seems that he can't hear the voice of his friend who died in another dimension. Joy wakes up from a nightmare! She takes a diet pill before having a simple breakfast. And everyone eats eggs and milk. Joy recommends the appropriate time for boiled eggs to be 4 minutes, but the doctor says he likes to eat them as omelets. So what do you think, Joy? Do you miss your homeland, Asia? Joy frowns. Your homeland? She means Thailand. So who are you going to vote for? When you vote, be careful, because we may have a part in making the vote go our way. So, Democrats or Republicans? The doctor is in a state-of-the-art lab. He mixes chemical formulas while talking, before quickly pulling out his headphones. To remind himself, a doctor friend asked in English, Do you want anything? We are going out to eat. Actually, it was an hour late. He declined because he had something he had not yet proposed to the professor. His colleague said that if he proposed through his father, everything would be easier. The doctor looked unhappy. Why did he always have to say "your father"? When he looked at the picture, the navy officer was much higher than him, more than 190, while he looked shorter than his father. The picture was taken with his father at the master's degree ceremony. But his father was a white person, wearing a full navy uniform. In conclusion, what was the honeycomb last night? Danny asked, "Which honeycomb?" He did not understand. When did you guys show up these days? I mean, "What the hell?" The doctor asked. "No, mathematician. You drug addict. When will you wake up? Wake up! What did you say last night? The drug addict opened his eyes and talked to himself. Last night, I had a dream. My teeth broke. I mean, someone took too many drugs." Phumi works in TV and feels like he is no longer alone. Because why did my body get thinner? And how did I get a six-pack? Or, "You, you drug addict!"

You druggie, what do you do? Phum the druggie lit a blowtorch and told him directly, none. How many years have I been out of work? COVID, man. Since COVID. You filthy bastard, you locked yourself down. The reason for COVID was three years ago, I think. You druggie, huh! Let's do accounting from home. Oh, this bastard is really unemployed or not working? The druggie sighed. Do you want me to tell you what happened? Everyone frowned. What did you say last night? Where was the director today? Why isn't anyone bragging ideas since early morning? Because they're building me up. In my head, I'm the director. Yes, it should be like that. You loser! Phum looked in the mirror and saw himself in his safari outfit. He yelled at him again. This job is so fucking boring. Follow your dreams. He rubbed his eyes and looked in the mirror so close that he could barely see them. Then, a hand rushed out and grabbed his neck. Hey, I'm sorry, that's my dark side. I'll try to change. Phum, the clock-puncher, went and sat down at an office desk with dozens of people. I can't make it. I wake up at 6 am, be at the station before 8 am, and have Sunday off. Finish at 6 pm. If your mission is to reproduce, have children, and have a wife, I think you are likely to be eliminated. Damn it! My coworker flinched and turned to look. Phum quickly looked down and pointed at the laptop. Who sent the clip? I was so shocked. I didn't see anything. Phum turned to look at the boss who was sipping coffee and looking at the screen that was not yet on! Phum's face fell. Rooftop Phum walked around and around, arguing with Shadow. You should stay in your dimension. It's too clear. What do you mean? There are levels of hearing. This is the same person. You are my idea. Get out... Phum, the director. I think you should change your style immediately. Let me ask you for real. Don't you know? This is the NICE brand. It's so ridiculous. Even if you pay me a thousand, I still don't dare go to 7-Eleven. I'm sorry. Who wants you to stay here? I bought my shoes because... Are these Nike imitations? I really don't know. Whatever. Phum, the director, took off his shoes himself. And his hand stopped. No, you shouldn't believe him. But he stared before nodding. But at least I didn't try. Safari suit? Are you afraid that he won't know that you're working on a documentary or something? As for the drug addict, please shut your mouth for a moment. I started to feel like you were cursing everyone. The familiar bubble sound came. The sound came first. In short, I didn't kill anyone, right? You killed an alien. I mean, the scientist must have been sent somewhere else. He didn't even remember that the two of us were trying to find a theory of parallel universes. Before there was a loud wall, the image of the scientist struggling because a strange man was trying to strangle him! Phum held the bong and opened his mouth wide. Hey, are you on drugs? Why do I feel like... Danny wiped his glasses before staring at himself. Do you guys have a problem with my race? Everyone was confused. What language are you speaking right now? Danny frowned. His mother tongue, damn it. Why do you have to make a fake voice? I just said that I had a seizure, so you had to make a fake voice. I don't like this. Come on, try speaking Thai. He nodded. It was just a few words, like Hello, my name is Danny. The voices in everyone's heads were no different from foreigners speaking Thai without an accent. In conclusion, we have a black sheep in the flock. Asia, damn it. You're definitely a drug addict. Phum is a drug addict who brushes his teeth. Nodding alone. Maybe. I think but I don't mean to curse. What does Asian mean? What skin color are you! Danny Jong looked at himself in the mirror. If my skin was white, he would have gone further. I mean society. Because these days, I feel like a symbolic tool of peace. Every time I walk with... Let's say what problem do you have with a developed nation? Joy started to get confused. Are we arguing about left and right? Because I feel like my voices are starting to differ. Doctor, even my imaginary friends don't respect their friends. Joy looked sad. Doc, we apologize. Then why did you choose to be born? It's like a photomontage. It should start at zero, not around thirty. Mathematicians say that because being orphans creates diversity. Or did our father experiment on all of us? Phum, if they all experimented, why do we all fail? I hardly see anyone having children or a simple life like normal people. There is probably only an American doctor who can live a luxurious life for me to listen to. Wow, his father is a general. Phum's laughter, a drug addict, came with the sound of blowing something like a bong. Everyone shook their heads. But on the contrary, they were arranging the fish tank. And check the bubbles. Here, let me imagine you as Q in 007 or Hulk because it seems like scientists in the US are probably not going to get away with... the same old story. Ameri-gun, the last sentence spells G-U-N.

Fuck you drug addict. When did I ever insult you, Third World! Phum the drug addict, eyes widened. Fuck you, for real. You're really from the US. Hey, stay here. Now it's harder for me to gossip, right? Because since the beginning of this crazy story, I've been eyeing NASA first. Doc is angry. What the hell! And change that word. That's so shitty. Phum emphasized. You probably don't know that I pronounce it the same way. But if I write it, it can still be pronounced... Are you jealous of me that I was born in a place with more facilities than you? Phum said. It's true. But I hope you're not the one who created your innovation. But I hope it's not something negative. For example, Danny asked. Phum answered immediately. iPhone. What do you think! Weapons.

Maybe you're the one who made up the crazy story that Joy saw. My temples hurt. Even though you guys are the same person, your faces look exactly the same. I hope so. But what I know is that different places can make us fight? Who's fighting? Just talking about... Shut up! At the same time, Danny's face was tense, staring at the photo of the father and son with different skin colors.

Dad was eating in a restaurant with his son. Dad wanted Danny or Dr. Phumi to come back and find a way in the ministry, following Dad, but he refused because he was now interested in the greenhouse effect, which could have a more chronic effect than we thought. Dad tried to ask him to calm down. The most important thing these days is protecting the nation. But Danny believed that he could do better than being a soldier and having a high rank like Dad because there was no way anyone would believe that he could climb as high as Dad who was a general. Dad looked at the condition of his son who was describing. The file about pulling the molecular structure of gold to reduce the glare. The phone rang. Dad asked to leave because it was urgent. Danny watched his father leave. He thought.

The sea waves were raging. The rescue boat was in the front. The sailors were swimming after. Dad shouted at everyone to fight because there would be no help. Danny swam slower than the others. And he seemed to choke on water. The father looked at his son, who might not be as strong as many others who were chasing the boat closely. The waves crashed until Danny drowned. He shouted, "Dad!" But the father shook his head and ignored him. Before telling the rescuers to throw the inner tube to Danny. The picture in the middle of the ocean, Danny was floating alone on the inner tube.

At lunchtime, everyone laughed at the yellow man. Or everyone didn't like him because he was here because his father helped. The gossip was so loud that it seemed like Danny was trying to hear it. The big friend whispered, "My mom told me. After your father brought Asian kids to raise, the people voted for him. Because it was during the racial era. In fact, Danny's job was probably just to be a pitiful face from the third world that his father wanted to communicate that we could live together. Danny could only eat quietly without replying.

Danny was sitting and sipping beer alone. He greeted his friends by talking on the phone without anyone to talk to. Why do you have to talk only about the United States? He said that dark beer is easy to find here. He had been to his hometown only a few times. Joy frowned and asked. The rich kids drank imported goods. Danny snapped at him. Why do you have to emphasize like this? I thought you guys would be a place to stay. And most understandable If I was born in Thailand Everything would be easier Mathematician living in Thailand asked Then don't you teach at university anymore? I mean where are you exactly? America Danny answered immediately I was born here Study here Work here Why do you ask so strangely Everyone pondered The song Yellow Submarine played They asked the bartender Can you change the song But when looking at the group of soldiers Partying and smiling and inviting to clink glasses This is even a kid with connections... Danny put down the bill and walked out of the shop Physics Do you hear me Danny Stop calling me you druggie Wait, it's me Alien from a different species Mathematics Calculator You said We have two paths to go, So Left is not through And Right is through Both paths have four choices And when walking along the entire Timeline Can collide No!!! I will never fuse with anyone If the druggie comes I turn to drugs What will I do! Druggie's spirit Prepare to rinse your mouth! As far as I can see, he drew a honeycomb that steams glass, four paths, can be combined or borrowed to use the timeline for what? Or to avoid the problematic timeline? If we delete the side, no, we have many paths like the branches of a tree. Fuck! Danny, you druggie with a brain! This is no different from 1 to 2 or Y and split into 3 paths. YY but it's still wrong because we can't prove it. Everyone opens their mouths, I think you've proven it! Then ask me, if you don't believe that I'm in America, working in a rap room at the university, TV station, I'm not trying to be mean, do whatever you want, right? They said Area 51 moved to Alaska, is it true? Because they're escaping tourists. Danny, which Facebook news channel is this? Phum laughed, the voice in his head answered the question, like a song, TV, you too, but I don't know because no one wants to tell this story! Danny, let's just say it's not true because no news channel told it, or they probably won't tell it. Phum laughed, I'm joking. Venom 3 made me feel something, similar to telling too many tourists.

Phum the director and TV news Phum Sitting on the corner of the building with my legs crossed, Director Bhumi, jump, you asshole. You said I was controlling you. In fact, you're just an ex who hasn't reached the point of quitting yet. I know this place as well as you. If you want to continue working on my movies, I'll take you. Now, they'll be sitting in the cafeteria. Are you interested? No way. I don't want to go back and start at this point again. Director Going in circles, you probably mean LOOP. It's been fucking long. A year or a hundred thousand years? Why has time no meaning? But when we come back, it'll feel so real. But two days passed, it seemed real. Until almost a week passed, we'll ask Ton Ang. It was all just a short dream. TV Bhumi, I don't know. I've never died. But if I did, I wouldn't choose to jump or shoot myself… I'd hang myself. Bhumi clutched his temples. You asshole, you drug addict. I didn't make you depressed, did I?

Drug addict! I don't smoke anymore. Stop calling me that. They wrap weed with their saliva. Do you hear any sound? None. Don't you really want to know why I've been smoking weed lately? Because its name says it's a cheerful leaf. It's been positive from the beginning. If it were any other line, it would've gone to negative. Or if I'm so smart, I'm afraid I'll be too crazy. Sometimes being too smart can be a problem, like you. In conclusion, what is the reason why people commit suicide? Do you mean not being able to sell the script to the investor? The director said he didn't want to talk about it. Because everything he does, people won't remember. He presents work as if they'll forget us without reason. He meets a girl in a pub, dancing as if they'll devour him, but when he wakes up, he reads but doesn't reply. People around him become emotionless towards him. Or the world isn't perfect. If that's the case, someone is close to… Shut up. The drug addict told Ang. Not so close to death, but getting to jail is a big deal. I could hear people chasing him, cursing, and suddenly, it felt like something was pulling the drug addict's body. He was stunned. When he turned around, he didn't see anyone. Damn it. Here he is again! Those shadows. Please make this crazy thing disappear. Before my weed helps me forget

Joy, forget what? Memories and the past? No need to explain. Like I've heard before. You're delirious. But we want to smoke too. I feel like the TV will say that our dimension. No, it's probably not legal. Have you forgotten us? The first friend is you. You brought the balance back. When everyone was at their peak, Phum was shocked. He quickly took a large iron coil and wrapped it around the bedroom. He forgot how many times he had died. He wiped his sweat and started to put down his protective equipment. Let me go do a draw first. It's an imagination. It's similar to a shaman. Phum hung an ankh necklace. I don't know. But why do I feel something about Egypt and feathers? Phum dressed like a shaman. I'm going first. Let me meditate for a while.

Everyone is confused. What is a draw? What does it help? Be quiet, Joy. I'm meditating. Actually, I plugged in my earphones and turned on the signal frequency 369 to relax. But when he looked up, he saw a dark shadow pass through under the door. Phum's face was shocked. There was a knock on the door. He didn't dare to open it. He tried to control himself. He sat there shaking. After calming down for a while, he opened his eyes and looked at the same spot. There were no more shadows. Phum, the drug addict, sighed. Pick up the bong and prepare to write before the black shadow rushes at him until he bounces. Phum screams in shock!

Phum walks out of the room. He sees something when the two mirrors go out. It looks like a sniper is pointing at him. But Phum doesn't believe his eyes. He picks up a towel to prepare to take a shower. And the sound of hitting the table of the house next door is loud. Bang. Phum falls to the floor. Plus, grabbing his butt. What the hell is this? It hurts so much. He rubs the wound. Which doesn't bleed at all. Phum gets up and gets hit again. The sound of a kid kicking a ball against the wall. But Phum almost falls. He quickly bends down. Not in the path of the bullet. He frowns. Did I get shot? Where? He thinks marijuana is the cause. And this time, the machine gun fires non-stop. The sound is real. But there is no perpetrator. Phum crawls down to find a hiding place. But the black shadow still causes indescribable pain.

He quickly washes his face. I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy. Phum looks at himself in the mirror. He sees strange letters running through the sign. Or like numbers flowing into the Matrix But changed to ancient language. Hebrew or something. Blue letters shine and flow along the face. "What the hell? Who am I..."

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