zee class 36/07 people (:: July 2008

hello you all,

plenty of angst in the last entry and after an airtime of a week, i've decided to take it down to reduce any possible further collateral damage which might/might not occur. you never know who's reading this blog and despite the censorship, i'm still uncomfortable with the airing of your views on such a public channel.

i would have addressed this issue again in class during tutorial today. but the main takeaway i hope you guys will have is: there will always be some factors which will remain out of your control. the best thing you can do about this is to learn how to cope in a positive way. ie. it doesn't help to rage because that is only counter-productive and it won't change anything.

no matter how difficult it is, if you feel the other person is just being unreasonable, let his/her hurtful words slide off you. if it's a misunderstanding, wait for a better moment to clarify things. if you must feel something, let it be sympathy for the person, instead of anger.

remember, you can choose to be the egg, carrot or coffee bean. what do you want to be?

going off for class so i shall stop nagging (for now).

love,
ms h

ps/ the previous post is saved as draft because i do not have the authority to completely delete a work that is not mine :[ if anyone wishes to read, they'll have to log in. let's keep this within 36 yeah.

zomg zomg zomg.
i saw this online while blog hopping.
(no i do NOT read sick blogs.)

but just to prepare yourself mentally,
there are GRAPHIC IMAGES WHICH ARE GOING TO BE KINDOF REVOLTING.
(at least to me.)

IT IS ABOUT CANNIBALISM.
IT IS ABOUT CANNIBALISM.
IT IS ABOUT CANNIBALISM.

AND IT IS ALL TRUE STORIES.
AH.
SO STEEL YOURSELF AND IF YOU DONT WANNA READ, IT IS TOTALLY FINEEE.
BUT IT IS SUPER ZOMG ZOMG ZOMG INTERESTINGLY GROSS AND SADISTIC.
and for all you know, it might be good gp material.
(inserts smirking face.)

(if you still continue reading, you are NOT to curse me cause i warned you that it was ZOMGG.)

NUMBER ONE:

Shocking news circulated in China.
A town in Canton is now on trend taking baby herbal soup to increase health and sexual performance/stamina.

The cost in China currency = approx $ 4000
A factory manager was interviewed and he testified that it is effective because he is a frequent customer.

It is a delicacy whereby expensive herbs are added to boil the baby with chicken meat for 8 hours boiling/steaming.
He pointed to his second wife next to him, who is 19 (he is 62), and testified that they have sex everyday.

After waiting for a couple of weeks he took this reporter to the restaurant when he was informed by restaurant Manager that the spare rib soup (local code for baby soup) was now available.

This time it was a couple who have 2 daughters and this 3rd one was confirmed to be a daughter again.
So the couple aborted the baby which was 5 months old.

Those babies close to be born and die naturally costs 2000 in China currency.
Those aborted ones cost a few hundreds in China Currency.

Those couples who did not want to sell dead babies, placentas can be accepted also for couple of hundreds.

The reporter made comments that are these the problems that arise from Chinese taking too much attention in health, or is the backfire when China introduced one child in a family policy.
(since majority prefers to have male babies and those poorer families need ended up selling their female babies.)

I SUDDENLY REALIZED THAT THERE'S A LINK TO GEOG.
population policies limitations.
(can you imagine the Cambridge marker's face when she/he reads, limitations of china's one child policy. people abort their female unborn babies and sell them to restaurants which cook them and serve it to customers who'll eat them.)
ZOMG ZOMG ZOMG ZOMG.

i only put 2 photos because i think any more would just make your stomach turn and twist and you will puke.
eeew.

okay this is totally random
but can you imagine that i'm a sports player or something and to improve my stamina or something, i go drink BABY SOUP????
THE LENGHTS PEOPLE GO TO SEEK "HEALTH"

NUMBER 2:

[Excerpt from In the Fog, Sagawa’s post-cannibal best-selling account of his murder of fellow Dutch student Renée Hartevelt in Paris]

11th JUNE, 1981 - ” I am amazed.
She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
Tall, blonde, with pure white skin, she astonishes me with her grace.

I invited her to my home for a Japanese dinner. She accepts.
After the meal I asked her to read my favorite German Expressionist poem.

As she reads i can’t keep my eyes off her.

After she leaves I can still smell her body on the bed sheet where she sat reading the poem. I lick the chopsticks and dishes she used.

I can taste her lips. My passion is so great.
I want to eat her.
If I do she will be mine forever.
There is no escape from this desire.

I arrange for her to read the poem for me once more. I lie to her.
I tell her I want to record the poem on tape for my Japanese teacher.

She believes. I prepare everything. The cassette recorder for the poem,
the rifle for the sacrifice.

She arrives on time. After drinking tea and whisky, she speaks.
She smiles at me.

But I know inside that I’m the strangest one of all. Her yellow sleeveless top shows off her beautiful white arms. I can smell her body.

I turn on the recorder. She starts to read . She speaks in perfect German.
I reach for the rifle hidden beside the chest of drawers.

I stand slowly and aim the riffle at the back of her head. I cannot stop myself.

There is a loud sound and her body falls from the chair onto the floor.
It is like she is watching me.

I see her cheeks, her eyes, her nose and mouth, the blood pouring from her head. I try to talk to her, but she no longer answers.

There is blood all over the floor. I try to wipe it up, but I realize I cannot stop the flow of blood from her head.

It is very quiet here. There is only the silence of death.

I start to take off her clothes. It is hard to take the clothes off a dead body.

Finally it is done. Her beautiful white body is before me.

I’ve waited so long this day and now it is here.

I touch her ass. It is so very smooth.

I wonder where I should bite first. I decide to bite the top of her butt.

My nose is covered with her cold white skin. I try to beat down hard, but I can’t.

I suddenly have a horrible headache. I get a knife from the kitchen and stab it deeply into her skin.

Suddenly a lot of sallow fat oozes from the wound.

It reminds me of Indian corn. It continues to ooze. It is strange.

Finally I find the red meat under the sallow fat. I scoop it out and put it in my mouth.

I chew. It has no smell and no taste. It melts in my mouth like a perfect piece of tuna. I look in her eyes and say: “You are delicious.”

(OKAY I KNOW I AM INTERUPPTING BUT EWWWWW. NOW WE KNOW HOW HUMAN MEAT TASTES LIKE.)

I cut her body and lift the meat to my mouth again and again.
Then I take a photograph of her white corpse with its deep wounds.

I have sex with her body.
When I hug her she lets out a breath.
I’m frightened, she seems alive.

I kiss her and tell her I love her.

Then I drag her body to the bathroom. By now I am exhausted, but I cut into her hip and put the meat in a roasting pan.

After it is cooked I sit at the table using her underwear as a napkin.
They still smell of her body.

Then I turn on the tape of her reading the German poem and eat.

There is not enough taste. I use some salt and some mustard and it is delicious, very high quality meat. Then I go back to the bathroom and cut off her breast

and bake it. It swells while it cooks. I serve the breast on the table
and eat it with a fork and knife. It isn’t very good. Too greasy.

I try to cut into another part of her body. Her thighs were wonderful.
Finally she is in my stomach. Finally she is in my stomach.

Finally
she is mine. It is the best dinner I’ve ever had.

Afterwards I sleep with her.

Next morning she is still here. She doesn’t smell bad. Today I must finish cutting up her body.I have to put it into suitcases and sink it in the lake.

It will be her grave.

I touch the cold body again and I wonder where I should start.
I start to cut off all the meat before amputating the limbs.

While I cut her calf I suddenly want to taste it.
I see the beautiful red meat beneath the fat.

I grasp her knee and her ankle, and tear it with my teeth.
It is tender. I slowly chew and savor it.

After eating most of the calf I look at myself in the mirror.
There is grease all over my face. And then I start to eat at random.

I bite her little toe. It still smell of her feet.
I stab the knife into her arch and see the red meat deep inside.

I thrust my fingers inside and dig out the meat and put it in my mouth.

It tastes okay. Then I stab the knife into her armpit.

Ever since I saw it under her yellow sleeveless top I wondered how it
would taste this good. The wonderful taste cheers me up and I devour her underarm up to the elbow.

Finally I cut off her private parts. When I touch the pubic hair it has a
very bad smell. I bite her clit, but it won’t come off, it just stretches.
So I throw it in the frying pan and pop it in my mouth.

I chew very carefully and swallow it. It is so sweet.

After I swallow it, I feel her in my body and get hot.
I turn the body over and open her buttocks, revealing her anus.

I scoop it out with my knife and try to put it in my mouth.
It smells too much. I put it in the frying pan and throw it in my mouth.

It still smells. I spit it out. I go into the next room.
It smell of fat, like I’ve been frying a chicken.

It’s been twenty-four hours now. Some huge flies hover and buzz in the bathroom. I try to chase them away, but they came back.

They swarm on her face. They seem to tell me that I’ve lost her forever.
It is no longer her. Where is she? She’s gone far away.

I’ve broken her. Like a child who breaks his toy. I try to use an electric knife to cut her body. It doesn’t work. It just makes a loud sound.

I use a hatchet. I strike several times. It’s hard work. I strike her thigh. Her body jumps up. If she could feel, it would have hurt.

Finally the thigh separates from her body. I bite it again,
like I would bite a chicken leg. Then I cut off her arms.

It is even harder than the thigh. I use the electric knife again.
It makes a shrill sound, like the sound of her shrill voice.

It works this time. Her hand still wears a ring and a bracelet.
When I see her long fingers I am driven by another impulse.

I use her hand to masturbate. Her long fingers excite me.

When I’m finished I try to bite her finger. I can’t. I’m disappointed.
I put her hands into the plastic bag along with her legs.

And then I see her face. It is still quiet. She has a small nose and a sweet lower lip. When she was alive I wanted to bite them.

Now I can satisfy that desire. It’s so easy to bite off her nose.
As I chew the cartilage I can hear the noise.

I use a knife to cut off more of the cartilage and put it in my mouth.
It really doesn’t taste very good.

I scoop out her lower lip with my knife and put it in my mouth. It has hard skin. I decide to eat it later when I can fry it.

So I put it in the refrigerator.

I want her tongue. I can’t open her lower jaw, but I can reach in between her teeth. Finally it comes out. I cut it off and put it in my mouth.

It’s hard to chew. I see my face in the mirror. Her tongue entwined with my tongue. I try to close my mouth, but her tongue slips out.

Finally I cut the skin off the tongue and taste the meat.

I try to eat her eyes. It’s hard for me to stab into them, though it is the easiest part of her face. I can tears coming from them.

It frightens me. Her eyes are all that is left of her face.
It is nearly a skull.

I decide to take out her stomach. When I stab under her navel a little fat appears and then I can see the red meat under the fat.

I slice a piece of the red meat and put it on a plate. Then I stab into the stomach. The internal organs appear.

There is a great length of rolled tubes and I find a gray bag at the end of the tubes. It must be the bladder. There is a strong smell as soon as I pick it up. I thrust my hand into her body cavity.

There is another bag. It must be her womb. If she had lived she would have had a baby in this womb. The thought depresses me for a moment.

I pull out the intestines. My hands sting from the digestive juices.
At last I have to cut off her head.

It is the most difficult thing I have to do. I cut off the meat on her neck until I can see bone, then I cut again. She still wears her necklace.

I try to use the electric knife, but it doesn’t work very well.
It just makes its shrill sound.

So I use the hatchet. I imagine myself on the guillotine.
It is surprisingly easy to cut through.

With the head gone her body is now only flesh.
When I grab the hair and hang up the head, I realize I am a cannibal.

(wow, it took him SOME TIME EH??)

I put the head in a plastic bag. I separate the body and put it into two plastic bags. They are heavy. It is hard to put them into the suitcases.

I am finished. It is midnight. I call a taxi.

I am back home. I turn the TV and open the refrigerator.
I put the dishes on the glass table. I recognize each pieces of meat.

This is part of her hip and this is part of her thigh.
I fry them on the stove. I set the table.

There is mustard, salt, pepper and sauce. I put her underwear beside the dish.

I sniff it and look at a nude woman in a magazine.

I try to remember which part of her is in my mouth, but it is difficult to connect the meat with a body. It just seems like a piece of meat.

I continue to eat her body until I am caught. Each day the meat becomes more tender, each day the taste is more sweet and delicious. ”

THE Murderer:

THE AFTERMATH - Sagawa walks free

Sagawa openly confessed to what he had done, but a judge ruled that he was not mentally fit to stand trial.

Sagawa was sent to the Paul Guirald Asylum for an undetermined period of time.

Akira Sagawa, his father, helped workout a deal,
and he was transferred to a hospital in Japan not long after.

He was soon judged fit enough to be sent to prison,
where he stayed for only 15 months before being paroled.

He was free to go wherever he pleased,
and was even granted a passport to go to Germany.

Sagawa now lives in Tokyo and is a minor celebrity in Japan.
He is often invited as a guest speaker and commentator.

He also writes restaurant reviews and in 1992 he appeared in Hisayasu Sato’s film Sisenjiyou no Aria (The Bedroom) as a sadosexual voyeur.

He admits to still having fantasies about cannibalism,
but says he never wants to realize them again.

Besides books about the murder he committed,
Sagawa wrote a commentary book Shonen A in 1997 on the Kobe Children’s Serial Murder of 1997, when a 14-year-old called “Boy A” (”Shonen A”) killed and decapitated a child.

His story inspired the 1981 Stranglers song “La Folie” and the 1983 Rolling Stones song “Too Much Blood”.

He tells people that he is completely safe, and has no desire at all to repeat what he did.
As he simply puts it, he had a fantasy, acted on it,

and that’s that. Apart from giving interviews to the Media,
he likes to paint, and do sculptures.

He has even managed to persuade women to pose nude for these.

He now says he has fantasies of being eaten by a western woman, and believes it is the only thing that can save him.

His current picture.

okay, i don't dare to put pictures of the eaten woman here.
some people might really vomit or something.
cause it's really SUPER GRAPHIC.
like erm...the face minus nose and lips etc.
body minus one boob, gashes across.
so.yes.

if you are that sadistically interested, you can ask me for the link ((:

anyway, the japanese guy totally LOOKS LIKE A NORMAL GUY RIGHT?????
ZOMG.
i totally cannot tell he's into cannibalism.
YUKS.

plus, with all the ZOMG ZOMG things he did, i totally cannot cannot believe that he's a free man now.
(okay paroled but STILLLLLL)
AND I DIDN'T CHANGE ONE WORD OF THE THE EXCERPTS ABOVE.
GO GOOGLE IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME.

and how freaky is that?
he sounded so nonchalent!
"it's just realising his fantasy."

LIKE HELLO?
normal people like me,
have very normal fantasies like
NO SCHOOL AT ALL EVERYDAY and COOKING AND BAKING AND EXPERIMENTING NON-STOP WITH FOOD.
(hurr. i'm never going to be able to act on it.)

NOT KILL FOREIGN WOMEN AND EAT THEIR BODY PARTS?????

OKAY, i'm still very disturbed.
but i just wanted to share with you all.
heehee, about weird asian people.
don't you feel depressed being classified as the same category as these people.
ahwell.

anyway, the intention of this very wordy blog post,
is just to warn you people out there of cannibalism (:
even from people who look the most harmless.
HAHAHAH.

to end on a comforting note,
if you piss me off when i'm hungry, i just might bite you and turn into some full fledged cannibal.
RAHHHH.

HAHAHAHAH.

zee class 36/07 people (:

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ZOMG ZOMG ZOMG

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