DARK SECRETS IN SCHOOL... PARENTS, TRUST YOUR CHILDREN

PARENTS ALERT! THIS IS A REAL CASE HAPPENING IN MY SCHOOL! NO KIDDIN'! YOUR CHILD MAY BE THE NEXT VICTIM

The following post is true to life. But for the sake of the victim's safety, I have been requested not to mention the name of the victim, for she may be repeating her history again! That's bad!

The incident started just right after the school holiday. Yes, this June holiday. And something really bad happened to my best friend's sister. She was caught by two discipline teacher. And one of them is crazily insane. Why i say so? I didn't say that in vain! I have proof and witnesses.

Well, let's not get this too far. Yeah, back to the case. She was caught because the teachers claimed that her hair was not tidy, but in fact her hair was way tidier than most people. She had lots of clips and only a strand of hair was outta place.

Well, she was then placed in the principal's room with the principal and the two discipline teachers. She told that she had been threatened in the room by those people.

She claimed that the crazy teacher scolded her for talking too much about the school to her parents! May I ask? Can't we, as the children talk about school with our parents? What on Earth is this! That's not a reason to confine a student!

And the teachers even threatened to suspend her for three days for they think that she was not keeping her hair tidy enough.

The girl was angry. So she called her parents. When her parents came, the office clerk told them that the principal was not around. In fact, she was hidding in her room with the girl and the two other teachers.

The parents flew into rage. They condemned an explaination from the office for the suspension of their daughter. And as the fight escalated, the principal finally came out. The teachers immediately lowered their voices and used a softer tone while talking to the girl and the parents.

Then, they said that the girl's hair was okay (obviously different) from everything they said beforehand) and just a little bit untidy, no big deal! And then, they cancelled the suspension.

After i heard this matter from my best friend, I felt very humiliated and ashamed of myself being a part of the school. If you are with me, please leave a comment.

I MAY BE SMALL, BUT I'M DE BOSS!

I REALLY HATE THIS PHRASE BADLY

AND I KNOW A LOT OF PEOPLE WHO KNOW ME AND ON MY SIDE WILL SUPPORT ME TOO!

Well, well, well, I think the first thing in your mind is that I'm just another stupid student who has nothing else better to do. But keep in mind, this is a fact, the truth has been proven and experienced by my friends and me. And to be truth, we are all the victims.

This is a real true incident happened in my school. No kidding. No exagerrating!

Lately, my class, 5 Science 1 has been blacklisted by our school principal without appropriate reason (SHE IS THE REASON, and well that's not acceptable actually). Well, alright. Where should I start.

I won't tell the name. I won't tell the school. Because this is actually the business between my friends and the principal. But I'm just writing here to share our sadness and pain.

Alright, let me just start it. Not longer ago, our class teacher came into our class with a bad news. She was told by the principal to collect RM 4 from every student from our class. Well, that's actually not a big deal, but the incidents tagging after it is a big deal.

The entire class disagreed to pay because we were told that the money would be used for the Nicest Class Competition...bla bla bla trophy. But we claimed that the trophy did not cost that much. Imagine that every student pays RM 4. There are about thirty students in the class. And some even reach forty. And there are about seven classes each form. That is crap. And it's not because we can't afford to pay. It's because we don't think they deserve it.

Well, after we told the teacher about the refusal to pay. The teacher went and told the principal that we would not pay. The teacher even suggested that the principal should prepare a memorandum or notice to inform. We weren't given any announcement. The teacher just simply came in and told that the entire school had to pay. And here is suspicion number one, if the principal really needs the money for the so called trophy, why not just give us a memo or something?

But as I came back and asked almost all my friends from all over the school, no one was paying and some even was not alert of this matter. They said that their class teacher never told them.

Few days ago, I was told by my friend from the other class that my class had been blacklisted. Reason is that we were giving the teachers trouble and we were always making noises and they even claimed that we were the only class that refused to pay. And another teacher, who is the principal's assistant, who teaches us English, came into our class and told us that she was responsible for collecting the RM 4 from us.

She told that whoever who COULD NOT afford to pay the RM 4 should give a letter to the principal, requesting the PTA to pay on behalf of them. And those without the letter will have to pay. And when we asked her the reason to pay the RM 4, she said it's to replace the old curtains... Here is it. Suspicion number two, our class teacher told us that the money would be used for the trophy, and now what, the principal changed her mind and so she wanted to give the winner of the Nicest Class Competition curtains instead of trophy?

Then, when I came home, I hustled to my desk and searched for my phone book. I called and asked every of my friend from the whole school about this, but no one was paying the money. That really makes me a fool. I really believed that the entire school had paid except us. But now only I knew, I was cheated.

And today, my best friend told me an incident happened to her sister, regarding to this RM 4 matter. and it is the incident that infuriates me the most. My best friend's sister, who was too studying in the same school with us, and her classmates, were even threatened by their crazy English teacher. This is really sad because the English teacher used to be one of my favourite teacher, now, not anymore.

She told me, when her sister and her class was preparing for their Mathematics exam, the English teacher, who was in charge of collecting the RM 4 from the class, came in and threatened them to pay the RM 4 or else, they would be denied from taking the Mathematics exam. So, the entire class could not go for their recess, instead they had to go round the entire school asking for a loan to pay the money. That is really too much. Threatening the students to pay, without notice, without memo, without formal announcement ( Some even did not know about this). And we refused to pay, they will blacklist us.

I'm not writing this blog to rebel! And actually I kinda wanna rebel when my principal simply DENIED my participation in the ISKL acting competition! That was another case, but it won't be debated today. If I wanted to write all the bad things about her, I would have to spend the rest of my life, but I won't do that for someone like her.

And, I'm begging for mercy. To those who read this post, please don't ask me why we don't just pay and call it a day! It's not the first time she's doing this to us. She demands too much from us. Since I was Form One till now, I had never ever broken any rules. I had never ever done anything physically harmful to the school. I had never ever rebelled like this. But everyone has a boiling point. And I've already reached it.

And another case is the hair matter. We are told to tie our hair. That's acceptable. And all kinds of fashionable hair like phunk, rocker, curly etc are not allowed. That's acceptable. But my school demands more than normal. They want all the children, sorry, I mean students to tie hair with black ribbon like a choir group. But that's crazy.

Why I say it's crazy? Not because it is simply crazy, it's crazy! If you go and see our school, you can note a lot of students will be clipping their hair with countless pins sticking everywhere around their heads like porcupines. Whatever. And those who cannot clip, their hair will be cut.

That's shit!

Damn! Alright. And about the ribbon matter. Why is it necessary for us to tie a stupid ribbon? Isn't it a so called FASHION too? Oh, what you say is fashion is fashion, and what you like is not a FASHION? Come on lah! Use your brain abit! Later, they will start complaining. Why is your ribbon like that? Too short... Too long...Too bold... Too thin... Too black... Not enough black!

I am really sick of this! Everyday, they will take one to two period for the stupid sport check! Every single day! I thought I go to school for study. Instead, I am like going for a hair-checking programme! They should not even call it a school. Better to be call the Hair Diagnosis Centre lah, dolt!

My Military Experience...True To Life... No Kiddin'

24 February 2009

The day I feared the most. Worst day in my life (P/S. I hope there will be no other days worse than this). Sorry to mum, it's my bad. My bad to put myself into the fire and brimstone of HELL...

Yeah, top ten shabbiest refungee camp, opened at the sides, flood during rains and not protected against wildlifes and peeping Tom. Not recommended for thanatophobics.

Oh yes, this was the refungee camp I had to sleep for two nights! Sleeping with some hot girls in a fucking disgusting camp. And even worse, I got to be alert of some bloody leeches that might creep into our feet. What an adventurous HELL SURVIVOR GAME!

Anyway, the first day of my military tour was way better than the remaining days. Ah, man! The activities are for kids! BORING Nope, it's freaking boring! Oh, my three other schoolmates and I arrived early at two, just right after our school sport day at IKBN, and there i took some pic with my dearest teacher, in case i miss home too much...

Having the last Biology lesson, we actually really did learn of ways to prevent leeches.

I was hugging two Indian hot chicks and they were consoling me before i went to the camp.
Ah, finally, when the clock strikes three, there came the head of the fussy-litator, whom name I'd already forgotten, or perhaps, i didn't even know his name. All I know is he was a man. Shit! I didn't snap his pic. The commandant was glancing at me, so I got to keep my beloved phone before I lost it.

This guy is the one who tortured me. He's a sadist. Be wary if you see him in the streets!

Yeah, a brief introduction to the commandant. He is a Sargeant, I think. Sorry, a hoodlum like me won't pay much attention to what you say. Okay, what was so interesting about him was that he was wearing the soldier pants all day. It reminds me of those small kids who take up soldier trends and wear like soldiers. Nevermind. And, he had a good throat, but a bad voice. P/S. He could shout better than most hard metal singers! And you know what, if i stayed few days longer, I could be better than The Chemical Romance, lol!

Ah, almost forgot, there was another fussy-litator. He was a little short, a little bald. I didn't remember his name too. Ah, who cares! I am not gonna live with them forever. Perhaps, i would forget them in one or two months time. But i have a feeling that i will remember what i had been through in this camp.

Ok! Cut the crap! The first command from these people was to eat! And you guess what. People who went the camp did not get thinner, instead, they gained weigh. The food there is freaking disgusting! Oh, i will explain that further later.

Okay! Eat! And so I will go! Eat! That's what you said right! I will dance to your freaking tune! EAT! Ok! So there we went and had our place. Oh, yeah, i met a boy there! Don't worry, my boyfriend. I am not hitting on him. He's a bit sissy for the manly me. Only you, baby, only you!

In all honesty, the canteen was pretty clean. Maybe because no one was using it. It was better than my school canteen. No offense, Mrs Principal. I already told ya 'bout this, but since it's your school, so I won't bother. The first day, we had some prawn cake. Description: Yellowish piece of mudlike cake with prawn shells and heads. Err... it was not so disgusting. So i took a little. I was kinda hungry so i had to eat.

Opps, after the meal, if i had not mistaken, we were separated into few groups and each group was placed in each camp. Refer to Figure 1.1. It was kinda lucky that i got into the same camp as my friends, Jolene and Samantha. And Jolene was made the leader of the camp. After that, we had another group breaking session. And this time i was placed into a group of strangers. And I really hate my group. Nothing, I just hate it. Cannot ah?

Many programmes were cancelled that day because of improper management and maybe raining season. But i still put the blame on the management. Because they should have checked the weather forecast before organising this camp! NEED ORDERS FOR THAT ONE ALSO AH, VETERANS?

Yeahlah, i hate it! They cancelled the most exciting part of the entire camp- The Night Walk! I thought of meeting some handsome vampires or something. Shit! Spoiled my whole plan! Instead, we were placed in the podium for some boring lecture and what we did that night was singing some tribal nerd songs and comforting each other as though it was the end of the world.

My God! Ah, but a better discovery! I found something freaking ridiculous! Aha! Mr Commandant, i really can't believe you watch those nerdy kid-like cartoons named Wonderpets and so you like their chant so much. Please, grow up, grow up.

That day, we slept only at twelve midnight, but what an amazement that i was totally awake that day. I didnt even feel a little drowsy. My eyes kept watching for the exit and some chicks. I really missed my mum and dad at the time. And i missed my concrete jungle. And yes, the thing i missed the most was normal conversation, not some humanless robotic speech that i didn't even know how to speak.

And at night, we had supper at the canteen and what we had was groundnut soup and chocolate malt. Description about the groundnut soup: yellowish pot of mudlike gravy with not medium cooked groudnutsand oil accumulated and floating on the surface of the soup. I think they did not have enough time to cook the soup properly so they just poured into the wok and got everything fried.

And the tea! It was so called the English Breakfast Tea and what the people call Tea-O. And wallow eh! It was really, really suitable for those people who have low blood glucose and I can gurantee with my life that if they stay there for a whole month, they will get diabetes. Because the tea was really damn freaking insanely sweet. It was like drinking concentrated glucose solution!

"I need you all to go into your camps and sleep in fifteen minutes!" the commandant commanded us. And just then, we flew as fast as our tired feet could carry us back into our camps, got prepared for the night.

Oh, yes, you reminded me about the lavatories. It was haunted-like. I don't know about the gents, but the ladies was fucking disgusting. Stench could be smelt at the door. I am not exegerrating. Ask yourself, but if you were that kind who fond of methane gases, you should go and sniff it somemore! The center of the bathroom was a pool of bath water, which they said came from the waterfall. It was brown in colour and i could not even see the bottom of the pool. But I knew it was just mud, just mud.

You want me to bath with that? No way! Really, those days i only bathed with the sanitiser and wet tissues i brought from my home.

25 February 2009

The second day and there they showed their real military attitude! Early in the morning, before even the first sight of day was seen, before the first rooster even crowed (P/S. I really saw rooster there), we were already in the bailey where we had to do what so called the aerobic dance. It was kinda relaxing. That fussy-litator was kinda kind and perhaps he was the only man who did not use his throat in all his might. And finally at that moment of time, I got to rest my ears.

And then, we got the command to eat again. If I had not mistaken, we they had fried noodle for breakfast. I really hate that kind of noodle so I did not take, but just had the chicken essence I brought from home.

Talking about the drinks will really get everyone's stomach twisted. Remember yesterday, I told ya about the high glucose concentration tea, but this one was worse... Err, today we had some kind of chocolate malt but it tasted as though it was made using unboiled water or perhaps, the waterfall water. And guess what, the chocolate malt had the taste of the tea we had yesterday. PUKE!

After the meal, we were separated into groups and were given our own task or what so called mission. Our group, and if i had not mistaken, group five were to go for jungle trekking leaded by the commandant himself and a few other fussy-litators. Ha! Ha! Pity Jolene and Samantha!

Their group were going to have canoeing and water activities or what I called the Niagara Mud Bath. And guess what, their actually white shirt and socks became yellow after the game. I am really curious about what their mothers comment about it. Pity the womenfolk. And perhaps, the detergent company may use this idea for advertising. I did not know much about that, so I don't wanna create my own stories. Well, everything here was true to life. And I am the victim.

The jungle trekking was one of the best activities. At least, i could get rid of the commandant's voice for a little while. But we were given a task, somesort like a survivor instant noodle cooking or something like cooking instant noodle in the jungle. Before that, we were again separated into a group of four and every group had to cook instant noodle in the jungle we were going to hike later.

And these were the apparatus supplied for us:

Two cubes of what so called the soldiers' candle or wax (P/S. The commandant called it starter, but i called it a cube of white wax)

A green-special soldiers' raincoat (I don't know what's called but I think it's bulletproof or something)

Four metal cooking containers with handles (They were like the trays for baking shortcakes and I also don't know what they were called)

Two eggs

A plate (the standard one, made of plastic)

Two cups ( standard cups made of plastic)

A packet of Maggi Curry Flavour Instant Noodle

I think that's all

And there we started our journey up, up to the jungle after we had packed all the stuffs we needed to bring up. The commandant led the way, as he usually did and few other fussy-litators walked among the us. It was just after the rain and guess what, these kind of weather was when the leeches haunt. And I could hear screams and shrieks along the way. This jungle was kinda hard to hike, but anyway, the commandant mentioned that the government is going to clear the forest for some sort of project. But anyway, I felt that the jungle that i trekked three years ago at the Prefect Leadership Camp was better. At least, the route was not so steep.

And finally, we arrived to the summit of the jungle and here was where we had to start our cooking lesson. The only water source was the waterfall. And guess what, we had to use the mud to wash the cooking utensils after using it. Oh, that's really going green! I think I should put this in my Going Green blog later or suggest the motherfolks to use mud, but I am sure that they will murder me for scratching their thousand-dollar frying pan.

Ah, cooking in the jungle really disgusted me, but anyway this can train us to live in adversity like an alien invasion or zombie attack stuff. At least, we will not die of starvation, but I'm not sure about cholera, typhoid, shigella, polio, meningitis, and hepatitis A and E, for you know, the water... from waterfall, where the monkeys pee or the crocodiles swim. Lucky I only ate a little bit of the noodle. And came home taking three doses of antibiotic injection. (Just kidding)

And the way down the jungle was the best part. Remember I told ya I met a boy there? A little sissy one? He was walking behind me at the time. And you know what, there was a log in the middle of the path and that was the only way we could use. The log was spiny and the ground over it was very steep and muddy and slippery. But I summoned up my nerves, kissing the lucky amulet my mother gave me, saying 'I love you' to all of my friends in my heart. And so I stepped on the log and jumped over it! Thanks Lord! I am a survivor! My heart is still beating. Hah!

Just then, I heard fretting and complaining sounds behind me and as I looked around, my eyes rested on the boy that I met. He was a little shaky, hesitating if he should jump. So, the manly, macho me, stretched and gave him my hand, and he took my hand and jumped over. Bravo! Bravo! Our hero, Candice! May I get your signature, please?

After a while, the boy thought that I was walking too slow, as it was a slippery slope, and he passed me and so I let him be. Just at the moment, the sixth form girl who was walking in front of me slipped and fell and she pulled the boy's pants while he had one of his hand clinging on a tree and another holding his pants, shouting to beg the girl to let him go. A group of boys who walked behind me and me myself who witnessed the great show burst into laughter.

Then, he helped the girl and held her hand as they walked down. And the boys behind me jeered at him. Cheh! What? Acting like hero now? Don't you remember I helped you jumping through the log? Guys...guys...

After about an hour or more, we finally returned to our campsite. Thank God. Nobody was injured, but some got leech-biten. Even the fussy-litator himself. When he took off his shoe, I saw his sock stained in red and soaked in blood. When he removed it, I witnessed blood pouring out furiously of his wound. Yucky! The commandant showed us some leaves, which I did not remember what it was called and told those who got leech-biten to rub it on the wounds. Eeow...holy shit! Imagine rubbing some raw leaves on your wound. Squeezing and forcing the blood out of the skin. I hope that it won't laecerate the skin too...

And while we were waiting for the other groups to return, we assembled in the bailey and the commandant gave us some harangue before we were told to march. It was the rehearsal for tomorrow's formal march, whatever you wanna call it. It was freaking horrible. The commandant was such a sadist! Even worse than me! He told us to count from the right to the left. So, when everytime there was a fault, he would ask us to do push-ups or bumping, or whatever you wanna call it. And then, if he was discontented, he would ask us to count the f*ck up while in the position of pushing-up.

And then, meal again. This time was better. The first time I saw rice in the menu. They had very diluted curry chicken and meatless fish, or perhaps, fish bone delight, ha ha! Nevertheless, I didn't eat. I lost my appetite. Just don't know why. I wasn't hungry the whole day. Hey, I am not that picky in food, you know. At the time, I really missed home so, so, so much. I miss all of my teachers and friends and of course, my tortoise, Torquiose LeCandice. And the thing I really, really miss was the normal conversation, not those robotic, feeling-less commands!

And for the drinks, ha ha! They served very diluted sarsi, gasless and tasted like it had been added water in it. And, for additional favour, it tasted like sarsi + tea + chocolate maltt. PUKE! You got what I mean? Do they really going that green?

Alright, I am sick of those 'fruit punch', so I went to get some sky juice. Anyway, I am not that kind that like colourings in my drinks. And so there was sky juice. And I did not expect them to be so 'sterile'. You don't understand? The sky juice tasted like the first aid kid. No exegerating! It's true! It tasted like the antibiotic! Ah, man! What's life? Can't they don't put any additional item in normal things?

Later at night was the what so called Cultural Night when we were all supposed to wear our traditional clothes. And so Jolene and I wore and the other girl from another school was wearing too. And when we reached the podium, the fussy-litator said that we were wearing so exposing! Expose your head! That's our traditional clothes lah! What else you want? If wear, say sexy, if don't wear, push-ups! Go e** s***!

And then, what happened next really raised my anger over the boiling point! The commandant complained that his patience was exhausted because we did not wait for the others while eating, did not pray, taking too much food, eating too fast...etc and so he asked us condemned us to kneel down and sing some ar*ehole apologizing song! Holy f***ing shit! That was the only meal I had taken on the whole f***ing day and I got to kneel down saying sorry. Really make me wanna say, "I C U C I C U!"

And so, alright! Nevermind, since you think that what I did cause you so much pain. Now, I am home and I wrote this song.

Enjoy it.

As time goes on (Oh, yeah, move faster!)
I started to learn more and more about responsibilty (Even not mine...)
And I know everything I do was affecting the people around me
So I wanna take this time out
To apologize for things I have done

The things that haven't occur yet
The things that THEY don't wanna take responsibility for

Sorry for the time that I left you home

I was on the road while you were marching
Sorry for the time that I had to go
Sorry for the step that I did not care
That you were marching here just wishing we
Go back to canteen was issue and need
Sorry for the time that I would neglect
Sorry for the time that I did not wait
Sorry for the wrong steps that I took
Sorry I'm not always there for anyone
Sorry for the facts that I'm not aware
You can sleep at night when I had not left
Because I'm in the street like everyday
Sorry for the thing that I did not say

Like how you're the BEST thing in my world
How I'm so PROUD to call YOU my SIR!

I understand that there's some problem
And I'm not too blind to know
All the things you kept inside you
Even though you might not show
If I can apologize for being wrong
Then, it's just the shame on me (WHAT YOU CARE?)

I be the reason for your blame
And you can put your blame on me
You can put your blame on me X4

Say you can put your blame on me X4

Sorry for the pain that I put you thru (I ALMOST STARVE YOU TO DEATH)
All the time I did not care what to do
Sorry that you have to go and lose all your fat (LUCKY YOU GOT ENOUGH)
Just trying to stay in visitor you heard from there
You could get me home without your kit

The one big family that love and kiss
Even though that's what they say
I got a second slice and you didn't agree
I got up and left you there all alone
Sorry that you have to eat it all your own
Sorry that i said it adding to your weight
Sorry that your son was once a thief
Sorry that I ate it way too fast
Wish I would leave it
And I be so bad
Sorry that your waist turned out this way

Sorry that the food came and took me away
I understand that there's some problem
And I'm not too blind to know
All the things you kept inside you
Even though you might not show
If I can apologize for being wrong
Then, it's just the shame on me (WHAT YOU CARE?)

I be the reason for your pain
And you can put your blame on me (PUT WHATEVER YOU WANT)
You can put your blame on me X4
Say you can put your blame on me X4

Sorry that I took so long to say

The thing they did wrong trying put it on me
Sorry that I took so long to sleep

I was in the life like Gwen Stefani
Sorry for the pain that you would feel
Sorry for the starvation that you feel
Just a little young girl trying to have fun
Her daddy should never let her round that young
Sorry for the camp they did not shut down
I hope the manage better next time around
I was up to know it was underweight
Only two for one and no extra they say
Why doesn't anybody wanna tell me

For rising bad doubt this place in my name
I am just an author try to entertain
Cause lots of my friends will take that blame
Even though they blame you X3
I will take the blame from you...

26 February 2009
Finally, near to escape! Near to freedom! Near to normality! My alarm rang sharp at five thirty in the morning and the song of The Sweet Escape played in the air woke me up. I quickly reached my phone in the bag and turned it off! Yahoo! It was morning and only few hours left!

And after that, I am a free man! Free! Free from torture! Free from commands! And when the morning was still so young and sweet, we had our aerobic session at the bailey. And after that, we had some social work to do. Yeah, clearing up the mess. That was kinda good because we finally could do something without people nagging around, shouting into your ears about what to do even though you had done it for million times.

And so the most dreadful time had arrived- the arrival of the REPRESENTATIVE of a ministry, whom I did not wanna mention, in case I insulted him and he would get me into the NS, but it's okay if you count me in. I can always escape and write new stories about it. Ha Ha! The pen is mightier than the sword... And you know what, we had to burn under the strange cruelty of the sun when the man gave his speech. Thanks mum for the sunscreen she gave me. I used up the whole tube and luckily my beautician said that I did not get sunburnt but just a little change in skin colour.

The people in the lines were falling one by one, and guess what, the representative did not even rest his eyes on them, not even for a second, or a moment! Not once! When he walked to the canteen, he just went by without as though we were transparent or something. Pity those girls who fainted. Next time, you got to make it more dramastic.

Finally, after thirty-eight hours in HELL, we were announced to be free! Yahoo! Thanks, thanks, thanks God! My feeling was like a prisoner who just got parolled or like a bird that escaped from its cage! Call me a stubborn but I don't care! When I saw my teacher's car turning into the campsite, I felt as though I saw an angel coming to save me from the torment of Hell! I miss you all, baby! I miss all of you! Finally, I won freedom! Finally, I am safe! I am now in cloud nine hundred, ninety-nine!!!

Peace! Peace! No WAR! Look at their faces. So sad and so gloomy. Don't want war! Say 'No'

to war! No! NO WAR!

Asking for war-free zone in this world- PLease! No war! Peace

Oi! What is this! Pulling like that in the public! Not polite at all... cheh!

People say that i haven changed my habit, and still remains an egotist! Hey, where got? Seriously, I really changed a lot, a lot after the camp! And one of the big changes is that I have recruited into a mafia! Coz mafia no marching!


This pic I took at the podium, high up at my bird! Look at me! Still standing high up here! Still alive and kickin'!

Well, okay this is unrelated with the camp. This was the second time I went there. And for a tribal cooking competition. Brief story, we made a great meal and our group got the fifth place out of ten... among about twenty schools... Cheh, I'm not ERT studen, you know.

My Date With Mi Girlsss...

Today Dated 8 June 2009

I went for a date with my gals...

Usually I don't like to be my own paparazo, but then today's date was the nicest, naughtiest ever... and after the request of my date partners, i decided to share the precious moment here... and hopefully it will not be lost in the labyrinths of my mind... hehehe...

So this is how I dressed, I mean like usual, means black and black and black... but actually one of the rules of this hanging out is to wear black and make-up... well, actually it was to ensure that I could find my friends easily...but it was a mistake because almost everyone in Times Square was wearing black... argh...!!!

She's cute, isn't she?

Before

After

So, this is my first date, Amanda... she's pretty rite? Oh, she's so lovely... Well, she's a real famous blogger in Innit... that's what she told me... Yeah... we look so funny... I also forgot what was so amusing at that moment... hahahaha...

And, this is Jolene, but she's not included in my To-Date List... Well, I don't mean she's not hot... but, she's reserved, you know... And she really loves to read, which I hate, really... That's doesn't make a perfect match, so...

Hot!

See! I.m.s.o.m.a.c.h.o.//

And now, this is really my main date, June, yeah, she's hot, real cute! Ha! I'm not promoting! She's reserved! No one can touch her! Or I'll spank you with my cat-o-nine-tail or cut your head off with my laser! Or I'll just simply throw you into the maiden! I mean it! Dare not lay your hand on her, unless permitted... or else... or else...

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See...so real! What a waste that stupid short bitch didn't let my join the acting competition!

Shit! Why are we like in one of the scene in Hell Break! This is insane! If you're above eighteen, you can view the other part of this blog and if you are not, click on the X button at the right upper column of this page... Well, this is not a making out scene, this is just testing... or perfume sniffing. Trying to compare the scent of our perfume...

Jolene and June loh...like so reluctant to take one! Smile abit lah!

Come on lah, look so serious one! Like taking IC photo lah!!! Make a lolita peace a bit mah!

Come on... now I realize June's expression in all pictures looks alike.

See that cute Natalie! Don't know laugh at what!

My relationship with girls are always good. But that doesn't make me a playboy... I am just... just... friendly... hahaha...

And look at this cute thing. Oh no, she's reserved too... but not by me... Cheh... I'm not that greedy. Come on. She's reserved by my 'heng dai* aka brother, oh no, not 'dai lo' (elder), but my 'sai lo'( younger)... hahaha... yeah, she's reserved by her SO-CALLED BEST FRIEND...!

Opps! Paparazi attack! This is gonnabe a scandal! Ha ha ha ha...

Whipology- The Study of Whips... hehehe... founder Candice Lim

Types of Whips

There are several types of whips humans have created:

• Bull Whip
• Blacksnake Whip
• Stock Whip
• Signal Whip (Single tail)
• Weaves
• Cat-O-Nine-Tails

Bull whip: Bull whips are single, long whips, with a wooden handle and rawhide core. They may be 6-12' long braided from top grain leather. They are also the whips used most often by movie characters such as Indiana Jones & Catwoman! They are built for durability, reliability and to be easily carried in saddle bags. They are not intended for swinging with though.The defining feature of a bullwhip and the thing that sets it apart from a stock whip is that the handle and the thong are made from the same plait. They are essentially one unit.

Blacksnake whip: These are similar to Bull whips, except that the handle is made of rawhide instead of wood. Typified by the handle and thong made out of the same plait and specifically that the handle is flexible that one prefer.

Stock whip: The classic Australian whip. Is usually made from Kangaroo leather.Probably, such whips got their name from the fact the they were used to control stock or cattle. So the name comes from the handle of the whip called the stock,but it's only a suggestion.

Signal whip (Single tail): These are the same in construction as Bull whips and Blacksnake whips, but are shorter, usually 3-5'. They are short enough to use indoors, and easy to crack. The longer is whip, the more difficult it will be to crack.

Weaves: Bull whips are braided from long strips of leather. They taper form the size of the handle, about 2"dia. to about 1/4"dia at the tip. This taper is accomplished in one of two ways.

Multiple strand braid: This is where a number of small, straight strands (usually 12) are woven together, dropping out strands along the length to decrease the diameter, until only 4 strands are left. This allows for variations in the weave for decorative purposes.

Four strand tapered braid: This is a whip made from a single piece of leather, cut in a taper and split into 4 tails. It is trickier to cut, but makes a good solid whip.

The "Cat" is made up of nine knotted thongs of cotton cord, about 2½ feet or 76 cm long, designed to lacerate the skin and cause intense pain. It traditionally has nine thongs as a result of the manner in which rope is plaited. Thinner rope is made from three strands of yarn plaited together, and thicker rope from three strands of thinner rope plaited together. To make a cat o' nine tails, a rope is unraveled into three small ropes, and each of those next unraveled, again in three.

Ways of Torture... hehehe... Sadists are welcomed

Well, haven't i told ya before I'm a sadist?

It's absolutely alright because it's not too late to know now. Here's some tips and ways how to torture a person... yeah, as sadistic as possible... With all kinds of barbaric equipments and cruel methods, I'm sure that fellow will beg on his knees and kiss your feet...

Now, let's enjoy this...

Judas Cradle

The Judas Cradle, a terrible medieval torture where the victim would be placed on top of a pyramid-like seat. The victim's feet were tied to each other in a way that moving one leg would force the other to move as well - increasing pain.

The triangular-shaped end of the judas cradle was inserted in the victim's anus or vagina. This torture could last, depending on some factors discussed below, anywhere from a few hours to complete days. Oh, wow, yeah...

Death Factors:
The time it took someone to die varied enormously from individual to individual. Torturers would sometimes add weight to the victim's legs as to increase pain and hurry the victim's death. Other torturers would place oil on the device which increased pain considerably.This device was rarely, if at all, washed. If the victim did not die quickly enough, or their painful execution was interrupted, they would invariantly die from an infection. The victim was sometimes rocked or made fall repeatedly onto the "pyramid". This was done so torturers could acquire vital information from the victim. If he or she refused to talk, the torturer would either add more weight to the victim or make him or her fall repeatedly on the device.

Other information:

The Judas cradle was called the culla di Giuda in Italian, the Judaswiege in German and The Wake in French.The victim was usually naked when subject to the Judas Craddle. This was to increase humiliation.To prolonge the victim's life and cause more pain, torturers would sometimes rise the victim with ropes for the night and continue the torture during the morning.A common variant of the Judas Cradle was the impalement torture - equally painful.

The Cradle

Just another version of Judas Cradle

The Coffin Torture

The Coffin Torture was feared throughout the Middle Ages. It is enough for one to look at the picture to the left to realize the reason.The victim was placed inside the "coffin". Torturers were well-known for forcing overweight victims into the device, or even making the "coffin" slightly larger than normal to make the victims more uncomfortable.The period of time a victim was to be kept inside the coffin was determined by his or her crime. Very serious crimes, such as blasphemy, were punished by death inside the coffin where the victim was to be kept inside under the sun with animals eating his or her flesh.The coffin was sometimes placed in a public plaza so the local population would congregate around it and mock the unlucky victim. Sometimes death occurred because of the hatred towards the person as others often threw rocks and other objects to further increase the pain.

The Brazen Bull

The brazen bull is an executionary device first invented in Ancient Greece.

Its inventor, Perillos of Athens, proposed to Phalaris; a tyrant, the need of a more painful way to kill criminals. This was done hoping to disuade the poor population from committing any more crimes.As the story goes, when Perillos finished the brazen bull, Phalaris asked Perillos to try it out by himself. He then ordered him locked inside the brazen bull and set a fire underneath it. He was very pleased with the results. Being burned alive was a very exciting act to watch.When a victim is placed inside the brazen bull, he or she is slowly burned to death. This device gradually became more sophisticated until the Greek invented a complex system of tubes in order to make the victim's screams sound like an infuriated ox.Even though this torture was not used as frequently during the Middle Ages as it was used earlier by the Greek and Romans, it was still used in Central Europe. This torture is similar to being boiled alive.

The Rack Torture

The rack is commonly considered the most painful form of medieval torture. It was a wooden frame usually above ground with two ropes fixed to the bottom and another two tied to a handle in the top. The torturer turned the handle causing the ropes to pull the victim's arms. Eventually, the victim's bones were dislocated with a loud crack. If the torturer kept turning the handles, some of the limbs were torn apart, usually the arms.This method was mostly used to extract confessions, as not confessing meant that the torturer could stretch more. Sometimes, torturers forced their victim to watch other people be tortured with this device to implant psychological fear. The limbs collected from this and other punishments of the time were "emptied by the hundreds".Sometime this method was limited to dislocating a few bones, but the torturer often went too far and rendered the legs or arms (sometimes both) useless. In the late Middle Ages, some new variants of this instrument appeared. They often had spikes that penetrated the victim's back - as the limbs were pulled apart, so was his spinal cord increasing not only the physical pain, but the psychological one of being handicapped at best, too.

Come on, water is important and essential for our daily lives, however, when it comes to torture, it's actulally kinda interesting...

The Water Torture

Dunking

Dunking is a form of punishment that was mainly reserved for supposed witches. The victim was tied to a chair which was elevated or lowered by the torturer. If he noticed that the victim was going to pass out, he elevated the chair. When he needed information and the victim was unwilling to cooperate, he lowered it. This method was widely used during the Spanish Inquisition and in England and France. The victim was usually intermittently submerged for many hours until he or she revealed information or death occurred.While witches were commonly tortured using this method, thieves and murderers could be subject to it in order to extract a confession. This was more common when other more sophisticated torture devices were not present.

Drops of Water

A very painful method of torture consisted of fixing a victim's head under a small tube that constantly filtered drops of water. These fell on the same spot of the victim's head leading to, in prolonged periods of time, perforation and eventually death.

The Cauldron

The unlucky victim was placed inside an empty cauldron attached to chains. The cauldron was filled with cold water and beneath it, a fire was set. Eventually the water began to boil cooking the victim alive. This was more frequently a way to execute a prisoner rather than to extract a confession.

Freezing with water

In the winter, the naked victim was forced to stand outside in full view of everyone. Slowly, the torturer poured water on his head which eventually became frozen making the victim die slowly and painfully. Sometimes the body was left for the whole winter to terrify the population and dissuade any further crimes, as punishment was imminent.

Force Drinking

This torture was mostly used in more recent times, but some historians believe that its origins date to the Middle Ages. The effect is this: the victim is forced to drink much water until his confession or death.

Exposure

As its name implies, this method consists of exposing a victim to the elements. The victim could be buried up to his neck letting any animals, insects or other people kill him slowly. In some towns there were chains, stocks or ropes used to quickly restrain someone. In many cases, the victim was simply left to die of hunger and thirst. Due to its cost efficiency and cruelty, the exposure torture was very widespread in medieval Europe. The victim's remains often served as a warning to the population. In many cases, the victim was sentenced to a short period of exposure, depending on the crime. However, death was frequent since they were completely defenseless.

The Chair of Torture

This chair is, unfortunately, not available at Ikea... or else...

There are many variants of the chair. They all have one thing in common: spikes cover the back, arm-rests, seat, leg-rests and foot-rests. The number of spikes in one of these chairs ranges from 500 to 1,500. To avoid movement, the victim's wrists were tied to the chair or, in one version, two bars pushed the arms against arm-rests for the spikes to penetrate the flesh even further. In some versions, there were holes under the chair's bottom where the torturer placed coal to cause severe burns while the victim still remained conscious.This instrument's strength lies primarily in the psychological fear caused on the victims. It was a common practice to extract a confession by forcing the victim to watch someone else be tortured with this instrument. The time of death greatly varied ranging from a few hours to a day or more. No spike penetrated any vital organ and the wound was closed by the spike itself which delayed blood loss greatly.

The Pear of Anguish

The Pear of Anguish was used during the Middle Ages as a way to torture women who conducted a miscarriage, liars, blasphemers and homosexuals. A pear-shaped instrument was inserted into one of the victim's orifices: the vagina for women, the anus for homosexuals and the mouth for liars and blasphemers.The instrument consisted of four leaves that slowly separated from each other as the torturer turned the screw at the top. It was the torturer's decision to simply tear the skin or expand the "pear" to its maximum and mutilate the victim.The Pear of Anguish was usually very adorned to differentiate between the anal, vaginal and oral pears. They also varied in size accordingly.This torture very rarely provoked death, but was often followed by other torture methods.

The Rat Torture

A cheap and effective way to torture someone was with the use of rats. There were many variants, but the most common was to force a rat through a victim's body (usually the intestines) as a way to escape. This was done as follows:The victim was completely restrained and tied to the ground or any horizontal surface. A rat was then placed on his stomach covered by a metallic container. As the container was gradually heated, the rat began to look for a way out - through the victim's body. Digging a hole usually took a few hours of agonizing pain for the victim. This almost invariantly resulted in death.

The Breast Ripper

Used as a way to punish women, the breast ripper was a painful and cruel way to mutilate a woman's breasts.This instrument was mostly reserved for women accused of conducting a miscarriage or those accused of adultery.The claws were used either hot or cold on the victim's exposed breasts. If the victim wasn't killed she would be scarred for life as her breasts were literally torn apart.A common variant of the breast ripper is often referred to as "The Spider" which is a similar instrument attached to a wall. The victim's breasts were fixed to the claws and the woman was pulled by the turturer away from the wall; successfully removing them. No wonder why people call me that... *sighs*

The Head Crusher

The head crusher was widely used during most of the Middle Ages, especially the Inquistition. With the chin placed over the bottom bar and the head under the upper cap, the torturer slowly turned the screw pressing the bar against the cap.This resulted in the head being slowly compressed. First the teeth are shattered into the jaw; then the victim slowly died with agonizing pain, but not before his eyes were squeezed from his sockets. This instrument was a formidable way to extract confessions from victims as the period of pain could be prolonged for many hours if the torturer chose to. This could be done by repeatedly turning the screw both ways.If the torture was stopped midway, the victim often had irreparable damage done to the brain, jaw or eyes. Many variants of this instrument existed, some that had small containers in front of the eyes to receive them as they fell out of their sockets.

Saw Torture

The Saw was widely used throughout the Middle Ages, mainly because the tools required were found in most houses and no complex devices were required. It was a cheap way to torture and kill a victim who was often accused of: witchery, adultery, murder, blasphemy or even theft.The victim was tied to an inverted position. This had several "benefits": first, it assured sufficient blood diverted to the brain, second, it slowed down the loss of blood and third, it humiliated the victim. Depending on the victim and torturer, this torture could last several hours. When a confession was required, the victim was frequently forced to watch someone else be subject to this method. If he didn't confess, he'd be slowly cut in half. During the Inquistition, this method became even more popular as the inquisitors traveled from village to village often without any torture devices at their disposal. While some victims were cut completely in half as a symbolical gesture, most had only up to their abdomen cut, this was done to prolong the time of death.

The Virgin of Nuremberg (The Maiden)

The Iron Maiden, otherwise known as the Virgin of Nuremberg, was a device used from the XVI century to torture criminals.It stands 7 feet tall and is able to accommodate a man. The victim was tied inside the Maiden and one of the two doors was shut, penetrating the victim's flesh with the strategically-placed spikes that didn't penetrate any vital organs. When completely closed, the screams from the victim could not be heard outside, nor could the victim see any light or hear anything. This increased the psychological pain. Additionally, the spikes blocked the wounds so it took many hours - or even days - for death to occur. If the door was opened, the victim would stand in the exact same position so if the torturer chose to close the door again, the spikes would penetrate the exact same wounds. Sometimes the door was intermittently closed to maximise the victim's pain without delivering death.

Impalement

This was the standard form of punishment for traitors in Algiers, Tunis, Tripoli and Salee during the Middle Ages. The lengthy spike entered the victim’s posterior and exited their mouth or throat, but the victim might live for more than a day in this state and was left to crawl in the dirt for all to watch. But usually the victims hoped that they could die faster than to suffer from this.

The Punishing Shoe

But i prefer calling it the ballet training shoes. The shoes were often used in conjunction with the standing pillory (a device that holds your head and wrists in place while you stand). How long do you think you could stand on your tippy-toes before you had to rest your heels on those iron spikes? That's really good training for ballerina. And after using it for about few days, you could simply perfom the swan lake!

There are choices in Life...

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Hey, here's another Hell, I found from the World Wide Net...and it's yet not so torturing compared to the first one I found, but still the concepts are almost the same... and it's also dark and hot... Whatever...but this time, this Hell has only nine level... and as followed...

Purgatory
You have escaped damnation and made it to Purgatory, a place where the dew of repentance washes off the stain of sin and girds the spirit with humility. Through contrition, confession, and satisfaction by works of righteousness, you must make your way up the mountain. As the sins are cleansed from your soul, you will be illuminated by the Sun of Divine Grace, and you will join other souls, smiling and happy, upon the summit of this mountain. Before long you will know the joys of Paradise as you ascend to the ethereal realm of Heaven.

Level 1 - Limbo
Charon ushers you across the river Acheron, and you find yourself upon the brink of grief's abysmal valley. You are in Limbo, a place of sorrow without torment. You encounter a seven-walled castle, and within those walls you find rolling fresh meadows illuminated by the light of reason, whereabout many shades dwell. These are the virtuous pagans, the great philosophers and authors, unbaptised children, and others unfit to enter the kingdom of heaven. You share company with Caesar, Homer, Virgil, Socrates, and Aristotle. There is no punishment here, and the atmosphere is peaceful, yet sad.

Level 2
You have come to a place mute of all light, where the wind bellows as the sea does in a tempest. This is the realm where the lustful spend eternity. Here, sinners are blown around endlessly by the unforgiving winds of unquenchable desire as punishment for their transgressions. The infernal hurricane that never rests hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine, whirling them round, and smiting, it molests them. You have betrayed reason at the behest of your appetite for pleasure, and so here you are doomed to remain. Cleopatra and Helen of Troy are two that share in your fate.

Level 3
In the third circle, you find yourself amidst eternal rain, maledict, cold, and heavy. The gluttons are punished here, lying in the filthy mixture of shadows and of putrid water. Because you consumed in excess, you meet your fate beneath the cold, dirty rain, amidst the other souls that there lay unhappily in the stinking mud. Cerebus, a canine monster cruel and uncouth with his three heads and red eyes, dwells in this level. He growls and tears at the damned with his teeth and claws.

Level 4
Just before the river Styx is the Fourth Level of Hell. Here, the prodigal and the avaricious suffer their punishment, as they roll weights back and forth against one another. You will share eternal damnation with others who either wasted and lived greedily and insatiably, or who stockpiled their fortunes, hoarding everything and sharing nothing. Plutus, the wolf-like demon of wealth, dwells here.

Level 5
The river Styx runs through this level of Hell, and in it are punished the wrathful and the gloomy. The former are forever lashing out at each other in anger, furious and naked, tearing each other piecemeal with their teeth. The latter are gurgling in the black mud, slothful and sullen, withdrawn from the world. Their lamentations bubble to the surface as they try to repeat a doleful hymn, though with unbroken words they cannot say it. Because you lived a cruel, vindictive and hateful life, you meet your fate in the Styx.

Level 6 - The City of Dis
You approach Satan's wretched city where you behold a wide plain surrounded by iron walls. Before you are fields full of distress and torment terrible. Burning tombs are littered about the landscape. Inside these flaming sepulchers suffer the heretics, failing to believe in God and the afterlife, who make themselves audible by doleful sighs. You will join the wicked that lie here, and will be offered no respite. The three infernal Furies stained with blood, with limbs of women and hair of serpents, dwell in this circle of Hell.

Level 7
Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river Phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell. The violent, the assasins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischiefs in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to escape their punishment. The stench here is overpowering. This level is also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit. At the time of final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches. In those branches the Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests. Beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down against their naked bodies. Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth their woe. Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company in the Seventh Level.

Level 8- the Malebolge
Many and varied sinners suffer eternally in the multi-leveled Malebolge, an ampitheatre-shapped pit of despair Wholly of stone and of an iron colour: Those guilty of fraudulence and malice; the seducers and pimps, who are whipped by horned demons; the hypocrites, who struggle to walk in lead-lined cloaks; the barraters, who are ducked in boiling pitch by demons known as the Malebranche. The simonists, wedged into stone holes, and whose feet are licked by flames, kick and writhe desperately. The magicians, diviners, fortune tellers, and panderers are all here, as are the thieves. Some wallow in human excrement. Serpents writhe and wrap around men, sometimes fusing into each other. Bodies are torn apart. When you arrive, you will want to put your hands over your ears because of the lamentations of the sinners here, who are afflicted with scabs like leprosy, and lay sick on the ground, furiously scratching their skin off with their nails. Indeed, justice divine doth smite them with its hammer.

Level 9 - Cocytus
This is the deepest level of hell, where the fallen angel Satan himself resides. His wings flap eternally, producing chilling cold winds that freeze the thick ice found in Cocytus. The three faces of Satan, black, red, and yellow, can be seen with mouths gushing bloody foam and eyes forever weeping, as they chew on the three traitors, Judas, Brutus, and Cassius. This place is furthest removed from the source of all light and warmth. Sinners here are frozen deep in the ice, faces out, eyes and mouths frozen shut. Traitors against God, country, family, and benefactors lament their sins in this frigid pit of despair.

Hey, don't blame me for searching this... 'cause this is just a weird hobby of mine... and actually kinda interesting...