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Roller Coaster

Posted 28 June 2002, 9.52 pm by Villager


Isn't life so terribly random? We wander through life bouncing off walls, sometimes with a nasty shock, sometimes with a warm glow of satisfaction. We wonder what to spend our existence doing and struggle through with its execution, dogged by personal problems and on a constant roller coaster as to fortunes, attitude and emotions. Do we maintain a sense of course, seeing through a smooth and largely effective plan? No, we chop, change and reverse directions in an incredible ad hoc approach to life.

That is human nature. Wonderfully adaptive, horribly forgetful. What we learn from the instant is often lost or disfigured in the greater consciousness, often to a better, wider understanding, often to painfully regretted actions and decisions. A relative lottery. That the average person seems to thrive in changing circumstances and an evolving emotional state suggest that it is that to which we are most suited. Uniformity and repetition breed stunted intellectual growth and a shameful waste of human capacity.

What then of those who largely decide major decisions as they hit them? Are those to whom each day is a new junction those who fulfil and explore their abilities and limits those who get the most from life? There must be a balance. Flexibility and an open mind must be accompanied by greater awareness and sensibilities to make achievement meaningful, but do we really take advantage of our intelligence and amazing capacity for depth and variety of experience and understanding?

Consider that next time you leave the house for your 9-to-5 knowing precisely how the next month will unfold.

juSt thE fuTurE noThinG moRe

Posted 26 June 2002, 4.29 am by Sickan

So now that my terrifying exams are over and I got a vacation ahead of me I sit down and think; What to do, oh what to do?

See, its not a normal summer this one, this time I don’t know what I will be doing the next 6 months, before I join the army. Some of you might think that it is nothing to worry about, and stuff like its only half a year.

But the scary thing for me is that I have never imagined that I would not know what to do for six months in my entire life, never! I mean, it has always been as obvious as breathing that I would go back to school after my almost 2 months summer rest.
But not this time! Not even under the exams I let it come to me that I had no idea, actually it was not until I rode my bike home this early morning to get something done for akpcep, that I got to think about it – I cant really say that I am worried about my whole future, because then I would be lying, but I will admit that I am a bit, if not worrid then nervous.
At first I wanted to be a chef, yes me, the one who forget to eat and when I remember to put the water over for my beloved pastas I never consider to do much more than prepare them, never anything fancy like sauce or something, heh nope. Well when I moved from home that idea vanished quickly!

Then I was certain that following my mothers footstep as a teacher would be heaven for me, but after teaching in forth grade a whole week I kinda just forgot all about that. Actually all I could focus on was the smelly, nose picking kids with their lunchboxes filled with egg and tuna! Nope teacher and Sickan, no fucking way. I would probably have put a new edge to the whole high school-shooting-thing…

Theeen I got the idea that I wanted to study ancient Egyptian history at the university, which I still want to and I want it really bad. But of course not, they closed down that faculty two years ago… thank you everyone, now I will just rot in hell!!! ARRGH!!

Erhm… so after the defeat I decided that getting off the school bench for some time would probably be a good idea, so I volunteered for the Danish army and got a letter where to go and who to go to on this and this date. I clapped my little hands and waited. And I discovered that this famous date was in the middle of my exams, I looked again and it was just one day before one of the exams, so I figured that I might be able to beat the clock and get both things done.
But after further consideration I had to look at the facts and call the army and cancel! I got a new date – in the middle of august, which means I can first get into the army in 2003. Yay I’m feeling lucky!! Grrr!

But that wont keep my down, nope now I’m getting ready to walk somewhat 265 km. the next 2 weeks to get my mind off things and just relax – damn I’m looking forward to that… so one little baby step at the time…
Come what may ;)

Almost too wee

Posted 25 June 2002, 11.34 pm by Alexander

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What an interesting fetish

Posted 24 June 2002, 4.12 pm by Craig

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'Fat people' from the view of a chubby grinder

Posted 23 June 2002, 1.15 pm by The_Roach

The following is a reader submission from Violation. Some of you are probably wondering if I even write my own shit anymore. Shut up, and enjoy this.

I feel the need to argue, what seems to be, a common belief among many people. Fat people don't always bring their weight upon themselves. There are those in the world who are just destined to not be thin, believe it or not. I say this not because I'm overly fat but because I'm not thin and I'm completely healthy. My great great grandmother (yes, the one who loved the cat food) is ninety-two years old, she's over what her weight should be for her height and her doctor says she's 'as fit as a fiddle' and has the heart of a twenty year old. Even my own mother is over what her weight should be, but she's as fit as anyone else - probably more so. You see, large people run in my family. Both on my mothers side and on my fathers. We all have what is called a slow metabolism. My weight, or appearance, doesn't bother me. I eat right, and I exercise. But for some reason there are people everywhere who feel the need to make it an issue. - I'm not speaking against any grinders, just people in general - It's my opinion that feeling fat is most often a result of an outside force. I'll give you an example of my own.

Just the other day I went out for lunch with my sister - who is seven months pregnant - at McDonalds, it was crowded with kids on summer vacation. When my sister and I took a booth near the front - closest to the bathroom - my sister pointed out to me that a group of teenagers on our right couldn't stop looking at us. I turned and looked at them and most of them quickly looked down to their table but one girl stared back at me and without warning she puffed out her cheeks before exploding into laughter with her friends. Yes, it was very rude but I consoled myself with the thought that she was probably anorexic and had issues with weight herself. Things only seemed to get worse once we got our food. The teenagers proceeded to whisper loudly about how gross I was, and even how gross it was that I was eating in front of them. I've learned a thing or two about patience over the years so I just ignored them and continued to try to enjoy my meal and conversation with my sister. I soon learned that it wasn't going to be that easy to ignore them. I'm guessing that my lack of interest in them had began to annoy them so they decided on a much more direct way to convey their distaste in my physical appearance. They started tossing their food onto our table, calling out that I could eat theirs too. When the first fry hit the table I was out of my seat. None of the teenagers were smiling now and they all had mixed looks of fear and shock on their faces. Instead of stopping at their table I kept going and stopped at the phone. I came back after a couple minutes and sat down. I heard one of the teenagers say that I must've called one of my 'chubby buddies' for 'fat support'. I told my sister who I had called and she was pleased with my decision, she told me that she thought I was going to deck them. I had thought about it, many times, but I didn't feel like being arrested for hitting a minor. It was only about five minutes before the results of my phone call showed true. One out of the 5 police men in my town came in and I went over to talk to him. I told him about the harassment that had been going on and that I thought their parents should be let known. While I was still over speaking to the police man the teenagers had finally 'seen the error of their ways'. Everyone of them stood up and looked as if they were going to try to make a hasty retreat, but the police man pointed at them and said one booming word "Sit." It was completely satisfying to see each one of them go back to their seats, before that moment I had actually began to feel 'the weight' of their words. After explaining in detail what was said and done the police man went over to the table of teens and my sister and I left. I felt great and thinner than ever.

I can safely say that I never think that I'm fat or over weight. I don't bitch and moan that I'm not thin, or that I could look any different. Television infomercials on fat burners, diets, and other assorted things don't phase me. I've done it all before and most of them are completely unhealthy and just don't work. I can understand concern over those who eat in substitute of things they don't have, but that's just something they have to deal with when they're strong enough to face themselves. Just because I'm not thin, or what society views as fit, doesn't mean that I'm not healthy or that I'm a 'victim'. Our body shapes are as unique to us as our personalities. Whether it's natural or self done can never be known about another person unless you ask. For myself I'd say that it's a natural thing, as I don't over eat and I exercise; but then I would have to take into consideration the foods I eat, the medication side-affects, and other such things. The point is that some people aren't meant to be thin. I understand that when your younger you don't understand that. I never understood it when I was younger, not with my peers telling me it was unacceptable. But I haven't been a teenager for a very long time, and I've learned and grown much since then. One of the most valuable things I've learned is to enjoy life and I believe that means to also enjoy what you eat.

To close I'll leave this with a saying, 'You are what you eat.'
I'd rather be something good apposed to a gross tasting weight loss shake, or any other weight loss food.

Where is Waldo?

Posted 23 June 2002, 11.30 am by Craig

Can you find waldo?

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Posted 23 June 2002, 4.02 am by Villager

The most striking change in the life of every human is when we fall from Innocence. Early youth is epitomised by curiosity, new experiences and the discovery of a whole new world. For a child there is no need for a reason or a logical explanation. No desire for absolute understanding or even to care further than immediate curiosity compels. All a child knows is a world where all the colours, smells, tastes and sounds bounce around and amaze, where wonder and fascination power a magical ride through each minute. Carefree, yet to be introduced to restrictions, rules, values, facts and the concept of bad, wrong, evil.

Perhaps this is the closest humans ever get to achieving heaven on earth. Yet to grow into the world where comprehension and understanding lead to dissatisfaction and pessimism more often then not. Where one can dream of childhood glee but never quite recollect the sparkly, enigmatic appeal of things unknown. Perhaps in a state where the child cannot yet understand the world, humankind and finally themselves there exists a state of purity of the soul. A purity which can never be truly recaptured, but in the search of which we never give up hope in life. A child is not happy because the child cannot comprehend happiness, because the child cannot comprehend an alternative. The child just is. And that is enough for a wondrous, magical journey of discovery, where each step in awe illuminates another pebble of the vast and intriguing new world.

The growth into adulthood, at its various speeds, is not a pretty one. Gradually, the joyous rainbow that embraces the sky is clawed away by clouds of disappointment. Magical stories are unveiled as ugly lies, education facilitates a move away from simple appreciation, and no longer do we content ourselves with the uncomplicated beauty of surroundings, the natural shine of which reverberate so strongly in the vivid and undaunted imagination of a child. Here comes negativity, pain, disappointment, cruelty, and a move away from ceaseless harmony. Not all at once though. Life rather chooses to let each pebble in the child’s imagination deteriorate gradually. By teenage this process has become overpowering, the link between childhood and adulthood has nearly torn. From here we learn about the real world.

Knowledge corrupts. Intelligence defeats perception as we look down upon the conquered world where once we stared up with eternal amazement. Out of the destruction of child comes adult, and so society. Society which represents the defeat of the soul and the emergence of its natural replacement. All of the emotions and feelings which encourages the adult to keep faith in the salvation of his soul are the remnants of humanity. In these we find kindness, compassion and good. The internal struggle which occupies and devours us all cannot be won, never can the mind climb to where it dreams. Never can return or replacement be achieved, yet to have it in sight is all that drives us. And so the lifelong, seemingly masochist torture of the individual goes.

Ever to strive, always to fall.

Society's Willing Victims

Posted 22 June 2002, 3.43 pm by Villager

This is not an attack of any description on fat people. Being fat is bad for you, it often inhibits exercise and other -normal- things that slim people do, it causes an array of health problems, and generally leads to a shorter, more difficult life. Fat people are mocked. Children are a wicked bunch in this department, but that is not all. Fat people are the butt of many jokes, especially in the media where comedians, or rather, people trying to be funny, often get a cheap gag at the expense of fat people the world over. There are thousands of promotional campaigns aimed at the fat population to encourage them to be slim, and even more showing thin people being happy.

The result of turning fat people into the modern day lepers? We undermine their position in society and encourage our young to treat them differently. I have sympathy for those overweight, I was a chubby child and I know it is not nice. However. For 95% of the fat people out there I believe the destiny of their size is 100% within their control. I have known several people, once they have gone on a calorie controlled diet coupled with a progressive exercise programme, to lose the majority of their excess body fat and be a whole lot slimmer and healthier.

I thus have very little sympathy for those that I see in McDonalds or those who complain from behind their TVs. If they are going to sit about and blame society for victimising them then they ignore the real issue - that their size is within their control. And in doing so they become Society's Willing Victims. They should not be highlighted in the media just as people with, say, lung cancer aren't mocked. In both cases it is very often largely within the victim's control as to their fate - but in both cases it shouldn't be made the subject of so much attention.

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80s candy bars were pretty good

only because i traded it for a candy bar in the 80's.

lol we all know you don't have a soul ghoti

my soul for some carbs...

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