Didn't go for Capoeira so went to np. I was on the way down for yoga and my mum called to tell me she was still at kallang and i had to go by myself. but by the time, if i went home to get my mat, i'll reach yoga at 930 and it ends arnd 945 pfft. So no yoga too. So i went home, had instant noodles and meatballs for dinner then i crashed right away. Baby called but i was too tired to think or converse properly haha. But he slept early too, im so glad  You'll get well soon honey(:

I think I;m gona buy Capoeira pants. Linda's ordering soon!

What nic did today;
-went over to baby's aft school to slack off for a bit
-made our way down to town
-met shhloong and jac for dinner at crystal jade
-left for baby's jiujitsu class
-used the train home and we came accross this couple that was quarreling quite badly.
-baby walked me home (:

Tomorrow's gona be a really tiring day i presume.
Wish me luck!
I'm not going to school tmw (:

If i could, i would.

I got quite a few texts and comments from people bout the previous post.
Okay, it's a true story [sadly] and that is just one of the guy's murder cases.
Go wiki him up, you'll see what kinda freak he is.
I got it from Manda's blog btw but boyf loves reading these kinda stuff so i posted this story for him haha.
Sorry of any of you got scared

Not going for Capoeira today, i feel really crappy lol.
I really wana get the Capoeira pants but they cost.... i forgot.
About 70..
Or maybe less.
Thats madness for pants.

1 of Issei Sagawa's muder cases.

"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.

I hope you'll read this.

Fixed up baby's Morgan today(:
We had fun rolling the tires from the carpark to shell to pump air into it as well as driving it around with the Morgan vrooooommm/ing away :D It still has to be repainted plus just a little more fixing until it is fully repaired (:

Watched SawIV after fixing the car then met mum and rach for dinner.

Alrighty, now down to some serious blogging.
The boys are playing majong and i just got home.

[It's much easier reading the whole chunk in bold, trust me]

Being in a relationship has made me realize how or what i want my relationship to be like. And over the past few days i've thought and realized how i want my relationship to turn out, my way, no less. No matter how ridiculous it may be or how small the matter is that makes my relationship 'perfect', just the way i want it to be. Something like, you wanting ure partner to be with you 24/7 but when the 2 of you are apart, you want ure partner to be at home, thinking of you, wanting you and you only and you on the other hand, going out, having fun with friends. One perfect example for my case would be wanting my boyf to read all of my posts. Know why?? Cuz most of my emotions are in my posts, sometimes hidden but still there. And it's just really nice to know that my boyf reads my posts, no matter how silly or brainless they are. Just to know that he cares that much more to bother reading. Those kinda silly things? But then again, it's a relationship with someone so i guess no matter how i want my relationship to turn out, it won't be 'perfect' cuz theres the partner as well. I'm sure everyone has their own perception of a perfect relationship and would try very hard to make it that way. But then after trying, you realize that it is those differences that makes your relationship more interesting. Because if everything was so perfect, there won't be much of  challenge to improve  on anything now would there? Everything would be monotonous. It really nice to just think about how perfect you want your relationship to be thou. Just thinking about it happening makes you smile. However, always remember it's you and someone else. You can't have a perfect relationship unless you're in a relationship with yourself. One very very important note, do not change your partner to what you want them to be. Trust me, it's not a good feeling and it just breaks the person down soomuch more. Again i stress, no relationships are perfect, nor are people. Some essential changes, yes but please do not get angry or whatever just because ure boyf/girlf isnt what you want them to be or how ure not used to them being them. The challenge is to be able to accept and to love them, no matter how they are. Their flaws make them unique dont they?? I can say that i am not perfect, nor is my boyf or anyone else but it's how you deal with it. I love my boyfriend very much, just because he is how he is. I love his flaws and his good sides definitely.

Just a thought i had to put through(:
I hope you'll read this(:
Tag me if you do.

And this is how i found my darling after lunch today..

He's such a dear.
He always manages to make me smile but he can be a real handfull sometimes.
Nevertheless, I love you much(:

Random quiz time.

001 - Real name:
- Bryant Nicole Lee

002 - Married:
- nope

004 - Zodiac sign:
- sagittarius

005 - Male or female:
- female

010 - Hair colour:
- dark brown

011 - Long hair or short hair:
- long. want it longer thou.

012 - Smoke:
- social but hardly now.

013 - Drink:
- sure.

014 - Available:
- taken(:

015 - Are you a healty freak:
- not exactly. i always say i wanna take gooooood care of my body but i end up not doing it lol.

016 - Height:
- last measured, 173.

017 - Do you have a crush on someone:
- I'm in love with a certain someone.

018 - Do you like yourself:
- honestly, not really

019 - Piercings:
- 8 earholes, 1 tragus, 1 roof, 2 naval and 1 tongue piercing.

020 - Tatoos:
- i want!

FIRSTS
022 - First surgery:
- ear surgery?? i remember correctly.

023 - First piercing:
- ears

024 - First best friend:
- very 1st bestfriend? Chanel.

025 - First award:
- i really cannot recall lol

027 - First pet:
- dog

028 - First vacation:
- New zealand. when i was still a baby.

029 - First Concert:
- i can't remember.

030 - First Crush:
- primary school. LCC

050 - Drinking:
- Pepsi

052 - About to:
- put a minton candy into my mouth

023 - Listening to:
- low - flo rida

FAVOURITES
054 - Food:
- Bak Kut teh, atm.

055 - Drinks:
- coke is really addictive but it isnt my favourite.

056 - Colours:
- black red gold purple brown

057 - Numbers:
- ??

YOUR FUTURE
058 - Want kids:
- No.

059 - Want to get married:
- Yeah, but no kids!

062 - Careers in mind:
- ehh havent thought bout it but... media.

068 - Lips or eyes:
- I love my baby's lips and eyes. But if i had to choose, eyes.

069 - Hugs or kisses:
- dammit, i love both.

070 - Short or taller:
- taller. i wanna be short thou

072 - Romantic or spontaneous:
- HAHAHAAA.

073 - Nice stomach or nice arms:
- stomach pleaseee.

074 - Sensitive or loud:
- sensitive but loud wld be good as well.

075 - Hook-up or relationship:
- relationships.

077 - Trouble maker or hesitant:
- my boy's a perfect example(:

HAVE YOU EVER
078 - Kissed a stranger:
- i think so. ive met her once or twice only.

079 - Drank bubbles:
- haaaah yeh.

080 - Lost glasses or contacts:
- me got perfect eyesight lehxx.

081 - Ran away from home:
- not really.

082 - Liked someone younger:
- yeahhhh heh. not very good.

083 - Older:
- yuppp(:

084 - Broken someone's heart:
- i think so.

085 - Been arrested:
- i was supposed to be handcuffed but they decided not to but they got me into the police car and went to the headquarters.

086 - Turned someone down:
- yeappp lol. countless.

087 - Cried when someone died:
- i only cried at the cremation. my great grand father.

088 - Liked a friend:
- ya heh.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN
089 - Yourself:
- hmm.

090 - Miracles:
-sometimes.

091 - Love at first sight:
- uhhuh(:

092 - Heaven:
- definitely.

093 - Santa Claus:
-not anymore.

094 - Sex on the first date:
- haha no.

095 - The more you hate,the more you love:
- uhhhhh hah.

096 - Angels:
- yeah.

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY
097 - Is there one person you wanna be with right now?
- i am with him but he's not here physically with me in school(:

098 - Had more than One boyfriend at one time:
- im not that kind.

099 - Do you believe in GOD:
- yeh.

100 - Tag 6 friends nigga!
1. whoever

2. whoever

3. whoever

4. whoever

5. whoever

6. whoever

Bed time!
goos night all!