hi back in Malaysia, chilling around, don't have much money. I think I might check out a job. Shit... I can't sit on important decisions like this. I have this urge to dodge responsibility, which I'm sure is pretty common. What I'm sure is pretty uncommon is the word "mutant" and its other associated forms, "mutations", "transmute", "polymorph" blah blah blah.

Always already he is searching, searching in the truffle pits driven by pure lust. A monster made flesh by circumstances beyond everday comprehension, pushing ceaslessly through the snow drifts of cocaine in his perveted visage. They call him Han See. He is the ubermensch, the cyberdog, el heffe to his enemies, prince debauchery to his friends. How he came to live with us I am not sure, but soon the breeze that brought him here will carry him away. We will be left to pick up the pieces of our lives, and clean the man-fat and the baby paste off the walls and ceilings of our house. Never again, I fear, will we see such a rampant commitment to the pleasure principle in a single man. Malaysia/Canada I salute you for sending us such a role model. There will always be a place in our simple rural souls for a man of such noble Dionysian excess.

May Bacchus Walk with you all

Raw Lust and Goats Cheese,
Pat 'Wak Paradigm' Potter

I study with a module system at university. I think I know what you mean when you say "modulistic terror/vast sadistic feast". The second part of it

juggalo family values are what the next US president should focus on in the next elections.

"juggalo family values are integral to the world that we live in, I want the sanctity of the family to be exclusive. I say "good bye" to Columbine, we need to embrace darkness". applause. elected - wow

The word alchemy was in my thoughts last night in the realm of being able to milk anxiety out of any situation. and voila! alchemy. I've been able to create something out of nothing. I'm sexy that way.

my breathing has been congested for a month now, I hate congestion. Hate is a strong word, but if I put large quantities of ice cream upon that hate, really really good ice cream, it would still not appeal to me.

I am quite the harlot, with my harem of good taste at my disposal, I whore out my principles to anyone lending an ear.

now I'm just talking shit.

In honour of

Han's

20th birthday, I have written a haiku.

fumbling for the truth
sucking on a cigarette
alchemy with words


I think people did a lot of coke in the 80's.

everybody drank in the 80s surprisingly the number of people in the 90s drinking was alot more.

thanks for the well wishings. coming home on the 30th

And Han, incase I die before then: happy 20th birthday for tomorrow! You have the same birthday as my grandma. But you are not a harlequin like her.

I don't know if these disorders actually exist. I some of them contradict each other, don't they? I don't know.

Wet sticky love piss . Han. You scare me. Lesbians in shark infested waters may mean nipples torn off in violent thrashing movements.

that's some fresh shit meeks. So where's the album?

I scored very high on schizotypal, and for narcissistic, avoidant, dependant and obsessive compulsive I got all high, for the rest I got low to moderate... reading the symptoms for schizotypal disorders, I think I'm very symptomatic.
I did the test wrong though. The questions wanted a specific answer and answering "yes" didn't always mean an absolute certainty neither did "no". On top of that, the browser crashed, So I did it again, to make it more wrong.

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Moderate
Schizoid:	Moderate
Schizotypal:	High
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Low
Narcissistic:	High
Avoidant:	High
Dependent:	High
Obsessive-Compulsive:	High
-- Click Here To Take The Test --

It's so weird reading about "disorders" a person has, it's like telling a cat, "Look, you're a cat, now I know there's no way around it and I'm sorry it's that way, but you are just a cat. Sorry."

Backstreet Boy toys: I am implying that they are feasting on each others wet sticky love piss, yes.

the devil/lesbian pic: nice. Remiscent of Jaws. with lesbians. GOD, I wish.

Mikko: this is a fucking family oriented website. Okay? So why the fuck are you posting pictures of satan and lesbian whores? What's with the mother-fucking titties dude?

(In case my attempt at written humour didn't come across, that was me trying to be ironic. I think.)

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My results were low on everything, moderate on narcissistic and obsessive compulsive. I expected Anti-social and Obsessive-compulsive to be high. I didn't excpect Narcissistic at all! No wait, I did.

Are you, Han, implying that Kevin and AJ are feasting on each other's cock juice?

Oh my God. I am so tired. I can't believe I used the term 'cock juice'. Nyeh.

AJs depression could also be clinical symptoms of being a moron.

a sampling of potential conversation

AJ: oh no!!! (after looking in mirror) I'm a moron.
Kevin: Hot damn, your right, now come back to bed
AJ: Now I'm depressed

I'd never thought about it that way, Mikko. A publicity stunt! But why? They're like the most popular boy band in the world, as far as I know. I'm not really up on the whole boy band thing!

And now for Joli weight loss tips. That actually work! (they've worked for me, anyway, and I have no will power and the slowest metabolism known to man).

1. Eat a lot of fresh food. Fruit and vegetables.
2. Drink HEAPS of water. Like 2 litres a day! You will pee a lot, but you will lose weight.
3. Exercise for at least 30 minutes 5 times a week.
4. Don't be discouraged by slow results.
5. Never starve yourself, if you're hungry, dammit EAT!
6. Keep a poster of Ricky Martin somewhere near your bed and imagine having an arse as sexy as his. (okay, this works for ME)
7. Don't drink too much fruit juice, if that be your beverage of choice (it's mine).
8. Do cardiovascular stuff (like walking, running, swimming) AND weights.
9. If you like take away food, and you MUST have it, limit it to like 2 times a week.
10. Promise yourself rewards. Like, if you lose 5 kgs you buy yourself something you really want.


In further news - you know Robert Patrick, who is Doggett on the X-Files, his brother used to be in Nine Inch Nails, and is now in Filter. Celebrity connection! I'll buy a vowel.

Interesting shite

a collection of audio clips of the late William S Burroughs, writer of Naked Lunch. Click here

an interview with Ted Nugent - who I don't know of - but says interesting, motivating things regardless of who you are. Go Grand Royal and go to "free music", then mp3s and click on the one titled "Bob Mack vs the Nuge, What Attitude?". Or just click here

another william S. burroughs site where it tells you of the process of CutUp. click here

I actually felt a bit bad after I wrote that post, because I entered the URL, and THEN read the article. And so I didn't know that AJ is all depressed and stuff. Then I saw the Backstreet Boys on the NBC today show, talking about their fellow 'band' member's pain. Then I worked out why he's depressed: it's not because his grandmother died or substance abuse. It's because he's on the road, touring, and making music with some painfully stupid people. The tallest one - I think his name is Kevin? - is so fucking dull you couldn't cut soft butter with him.

Outrage doesn't begin to describe the depression that AJ feels. Though if waffle waitresses everywhere united, there surely would be less sadness in the world.

I bet he reeks of himself.

Tuna waffle? Something I hope NEVER to experience.

And I, for one, am outraged.

How did the recording go, Meekz?

And now a quotation for you all. One of the things that brings us together is that we are all readers and have an appreciation for the written word. Otherwise we wouldn't be having this webpage together! Anyway, here it is.

"I was in Nashville, Tennesee last year, after the show I went to a Waffle House, I'm not proud of it, I was hungry. And I'm alone, I'm eating and I'm reading a book, right? Waitress walks over to me, "Tch tch tch tch. Hey, what you readin' for?" Is that like the weirdest fucking question you've ever heard? Not what am I reading, but what am I reading for. Well, godammit, you stumped me. Why do I read? Well... hmmm... I guess I read for a lot of reasons, and the main one is so I don't end up being a fucking waffle waitress."

-Bill Hicks.

This is fucked up.

Sorry, I did the moustache. Tyler did the love heart on your forehead. I remember Moez cracked the shits at me and Tyler. Heh. Lord, it was a 10 hour train ride, we were fucking spastic.

It was a necessary thing, I had to recover from my tequila allergies. Fringe benefits were that passing out saved my mobile phone from being lobbed into the swimming pool. The cartoon where two people stand beneath a sign saying, "strictly no knife-juggling allowed" and the caption reads, as if one of them were talking: "I suddenly have an overwhelming urge to juggle knives"; indeed, this comes to mind.

Coming home the 30th of July.

Here is a group of pictures. Put your cursor over them to see caption, and click on them to see the full size image. A bevy of pictures from Langkawi, and the fateful bbq chicken night, where EVERYONE got drunk, some passed out (Uzma, Han), Juan came to visit and many a mobile phone was trashed.

  

 

 

Another interesting link, from the people who brought us the Simpsons.

What Badger's Eat. I was excited: nay, jubilant , to discover that badgers do NOT eat hot dogs.

In other exciting news: our email address works again! And no. Nobody sent us email . *sniff*

Perhaps I should have inserted, in parentheses, "dripping with sarcasm" after my email comment.

Anyway, this is good. George Carlin rules.

Notice I have been doing NO reading.

ALSO - has anyone noticed that our email address is fucked? theoddword@email.com can not be logged into. They're updating the email website, but they've been doing it for like three weeks. FUCKING HELL. Maybe we'll have to change it. People could be sending us email and we are unable to reach it!

Han - I reckon it would be cheaper buying it from Malaysia.

This is what I've been doing over my winter break:

12pm: wake up, eat toast, wander aimlessly, check email. Shower.
3pm: go for a walk.
4pm: come home, shower.
5pm: cook for my family.
6pm: eat.
7pm - 10.30pm: watch tv.
10.30pm: do web kind activities.
1.15am: watch NBC today show and curse Katie Couric.
2am: fall asleep.

I accomplish nothing, yet retain structure.

I forgot to mention that the ticket in Malaysia might be alot cheaper than what can be bought here in London.

999 interesting, drink any jagermeister lately? What does Jagermeister mean? What does 999 mean for that matter? What does... oh nevermind. With the odds and the prices mounted against me, fucking 600 pounds to buy a plane ticket... what I was gonna say next was that I won't be coming back to Malaysia... but then it occured to me that my parents could probably send me a plane ticket. hm.

ooooh, cable connection.... oooh.

It's still only just a internet cafe, but ooooh god it's good to be on the get again. So much new shit. I downloaded that Satellite thing and checked out audiogalaxy, which is pretty wack. So much music for the brainpan. The songs I downloaded were the impossibles; "enter/return", sonic youth; "superstar, which I think is a cover of an old song sounds real good, stereolab; lo boob oscillator, and a talking heads song, "burning down the house", I suppose is the original of the Tom Jones version. I checked out a band called the Strokes a couple of days ago, has anyone heard of them? They look like a throwback to the 70s, well I don't know really... I'm just observing the hype. catchy stuff, they play, which is cool, I'd rather have (alleged) 70s throwbacks than DJ Pied Piper. Good god, that's at the top of the UK charts now with the garage (sick) hit, "do you really like it". People don't realise that the Pied piper of Hamlin lulled millions and millions of mice into the river to their deaths, why can't anyone see?!?!?!

by the way, observed phenonoma that doesn't exist has the potential to be bigger than the largest unit that does exist (I can't prove this, so you're going to have to take my word on it). So technically a mosquito's dick is like a cat, OF SHROEDINGER.

Oobida doobida! Funclappy.