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it will be gross for some of you, don’t say i didn’t warn you. *intense graphics*
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[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.”

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 roasing 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.

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. ”

Murderer

Lol murderer is still alive -.-

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.

Giant skeleton of enormous dimensions,resembling to the description of the character of Ghadotkach in Mahabharata, was excavated in some unknown desert in India. There was also a photograph of the skeleton with two investigators standing nearby.

Giants appear in the legends of Australia, Bavaria, Belgium, Chad, Chile, China, England, France, Germany, Greece, Holland, India , Italy, Kazakhstan, Laos, Morocco, the Netherlands, Nova Scotia, Pakistan, Patagonia, the Philippines, Poland, Rwanda, Russia, Scotland, Sicily, Spain, Sweden, Switzerland, Terra del Fuego, Turkey, the United Sates, Wales, Zanzibar, and the ancient Incan, Toltec, and Nordic cultures, just to name a few.

The first report appeared on the internet,telling that the skeleton was found somewhere in the deserts of western India. The Indian government had the area cordoned off by the Indian army and nobody was allowed to visit the site except a special National Geographic excavation team,the report said.

The Indian mythology speaks about giants namely Rakshasas, who reigned over the forests.

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so, how well do you know about our very own sex bomb fiona xie? thanks to reader babymon for linking me to ibon.

My favourite past time is a joker. That’s collecting cut-out and articles of models and celebrities. I have been doing that during my secondary school days, thank God i stop when i got better things to do. LOL!

Well, i decided to trash away some of the really old fashioned magazines cut-out. And i found out a model looking very familiar. It give me 5seconds to know who is this person. It stunned me and i started looking at the photos carefully because it look so different then.

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You don’t believe me, you see it yourself.

Where is the breast?

Yeah, that’s the sexy mediacrop babe that a lot of guys will dream for, Fiona Xie. I think she’s probably 19-20 years old then.Xie was spotted by a talent scout at the age of fifteen, and modelled for numerous print and television commercials in Singapore and Hong Kong before joining Mediacrop Studios as a full-time artiste in 2001. -wikipedia

Actually it’s not surprising for plastic surgery nowadays. But I felt human are going towards the wrong direction. Just imagine everyone on the earth have plastic surgery. Where is the real God’s creation? Get to the point, none is perfectly a beauty. Yet you cannot define what’s true beauty, it can’t be see from your eyes. Rather beauty is what you use your heart to see. Your eyes can go blind, but your heart will never be affected unless you die.

I encourage everyone to live with confidence and whole heartedly. None can judge each other, because everyone aren’t perfect inside out. I think those actress and actors went for surgery because they had no choice but must look they think is “good” in front of the people. It is their way to fame and career. It must be hard on them because they had to lose their real identity, into another body form that might deform. Yet most of them got back was sarcasm and backstabbings. So either way there are gain and lost.

I know she already removed her nose in Hey gorgeous.
Because it was crooked on Seventeen June2007.
Take care Fiona.

Chill everyone, let us live life with a bigger heart and bigger smile. That the way to be beautiful.

You be the judge.

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Pouring Ketchup
The full technical explanation. Impress your friends.

Are you one of those people who taps at the bottom of an inverted ketchup (catsup) bottle, waiting in frustration for the sauce to pour? I am speaking of traditional ketchup bottles, not squeeze tubes, wide-mouth jars, or bottles designed to stand on their heads. Have you ever wondered if there is a right way to do it – a way that works, and makes scientific sense?

Yes, folks, there is a right way to do it, and it does make sense. Here is how, and why:

First, let’s look at the most common wrong way to do it. Remember the old “anticipation” commercials from the 1970s? The bottle is held upside down, then the hungry diner waits… and waits. Most people I know attempt to improve on this by tapping the bottom (that is, the upper end when the bottle is upside-down). That may help, but not necessarily for the reasons you imagine.

upside-down bottles

Ketchup can be regarded as a highly viscous liquid, or a thixotropic (flows under pressure) solid. Neither term is exactly correct, but the problem is not what to call it. The problem is how to get the ketchup out of the bottle, in measured quantities, without making a mess.

In order for the ketchup to emerge, air must enter the bottle. With an ordinary liquid such as water, a very narrow (dropper) neck would prevent the displacement of water by air. But a ketchup bottle has a neck that would be much too wide to prevent water escaping, and air rising in, when a bottle containing water is inverted. In the case of ketchup, the sauce is thick enough that the gravitational pull on the ketchup does not suffice.

Ketchup will certainly fall, of its own accord. In the case of a partly empty bottle, tapping the base can expel some ketchup without the need for air to enter. This is because the air that is already inside the bottle can slightly de-pressurize. Tapping the inverted base may slightly liquify the ketchup, enough for some to drop out even though no air is taken in. But in a full bottle, the ketchup must move to the side so that the air can rise through the neck at the same time that the ketchup escapes. The weight of ketchup is not great enough for this to happen in most circumstances.

So, in the case of the full ketchup bottle, the problem can be divided into two issues: (1) How can I get the ketchup to move aside, so that air can enter on the opposite side? (2) How can I give the ketchup “extra weight,” so that it will be pulled out of the bottle faster?

The first issue is solved by holding the bottle sideways, with a slight downward tilt, rather than upside-down. In this position, the ketchup naturally is pulled to the lower side of the neck, and the air naturally will channel along the higher side of the neck. Anyone who pours an ordinary liquid from a bottle knows this. Yet it is amazing how the experience is forgotten when it comes to ketchup.

sideways bottles

Merely holding the bottle in the correct position is not very effective. It is necessary to “increase the weight” of the ketchup by applying some G-force. This can be done by tapping the bottle downwards against your hand, to bring the bottle to an abrupt halt. In other words, the bottle moves downward and is stopped by the stationary hand. The picture shows a fist, but an open palm may be better. Don’t hurt yourself! If your hands are delicate, you may try some other method of applying an abrupt stop to the bottle, provided that the stop is not rigid or fragile, and that you mind where the ketchup is going to emerge. Striking the bottle at the upper side of the neck is much less effective, since it applies the G-force in the wrong direction.

Tapping the inverted bottom of a full bottle – the customary way – is counterproductive. If you do that, most of the G-force will tend to keep the ketchup in the bottle. But now you know the right way, thanks to the amazing power of the Internet to unleash this kind of information. Of course, it would be possible to print instructions on the side of the ketchup bottle, but you wouldn’t read them if they were there, now would you?

Footnote: A year after I posted this page, I happened to be in the same pub where I first got the idea to write about pouring ketchup. At a nearby table was a couple, who had ordered hamburgers. After the woman failed to get ketchup out of the bottle by using the various wrong ways shown above, the man showed how to do it the right way. The only difference is that he bumped the bottle against his open palm, rather than against his clenched fist. (That’s a better idea, but I didn’t have a graphic image of an open palm.)

I asked the man where he had learned the right way to get the ketchup. He told me that he learned it while stationed in Germany (U.S. Army) around 1985. I didn’t think of asking whether he had learned it from the Army, or from the Germans.

I have also been told that long ago, one of the major ketchup manufacturers once ran ads instructing users to tap the label (on the bottle neck). But I don’t recall seeing such ads; in any case, no explanation was given.

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i think the transformation is really too much as compared to the older cartoons that we used to watch… but hey, they look very cool!

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must be this position

 

onlys for girls thou unless you’re fag.

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damn, this guy managed to survived a horrific car crash even thou his car is cut into 2 parts… lucky for him, the car sheered off from the passenger side, if not he wouldn’t be able to take those pictures… yes it was him who took the pictures!

amazing isn’t it?

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the pictures that they didn’t want us to see..

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