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Sunday, April 10, 2011
Last night while catching on my tutorials, caught the incredible tales. That episode was about cannabalism in Indonesia. I was born in Indonesia and its kind of terrifying cos honestly, i never thought cannabalism would still exist in this century. :0 Anyway i will be putting up the stories by them in the later part. Thinking of these weird incidents mostly occurring at Indonesia made me thought of an incident in the past. Till today im not really sure if its part of my dream or did it really happen. Its not as horrendous as cannabalism but still its kind of freaky thinking of it. Well, that period of time i was back to indonesia to visit my family (they were now migrated here), and things were as per normal. It was during one of the night when the weird thing came. I remembered i was sleeping soundly but awoken by a slight noise (im a light sleeper). then i was like shrugging and rubbed my eyes to see what/who was making that noise. And i kind of stretch my head away from my pillow alittle and spot a man dress in those kind of tribal clothing. y'know those kind of tribe they will draw the 3 lines on their face and he was wearing those kind of rooster headband thing. yeah, im not sure what he was doing at that time but im sure his eyes came into contact with mine and he was squatting somewhere beside the bed near my feet. Im not sure if i fainted out or something but i just pacify myself back to sleep and i soon fell asleep. is it a dream? im not too sure either cos it feels so real...anyway its all over and i hope i never ever meet with creepy stuffs when im back again. and here's the story of cannabalism in some part of indonesia. according to the show, it was bajaj i think. its up to you if you believe if it exists though. haha. its some kind of tribal code performed there... The code of the Battas of Sumatra condemns to be eaten alive those guilty of adultery, those who commit theft at night, prisoners of war, those who treacherously attack the inhabitants of a house, or a lonely man. The execution takes place without delay, in the presence of the whole population. In cases of adultery, one last formality is necessary: the relatives of the criminals must be present at the carrying out of the sentence. The husband, the wife, or the persons most directly offended, have the right to retain the ears of the condemned for themselves. Then, each according to his rank chooses his fragment, and the chief judge cuts off the head and hangs it like a trophy at the door of his hut. The brain, to which they attribute magical properties, is preserved in a gourd. The intestines are not devoured, but the soles of the feet, and the heart, cooked with rice and salt, are regarded as a delicious dish. The flesh is always eaten raw, or grilled at the place of punishment, and the use of palm wine and other strong liquors is strongly interdicted at these judicial feasts, where the men alone have the right to be present. Sometimes also they collect the blood in bamboo stems. In defiance of the law, the women use a thousand subterfuges, and employ all their seductions, in order to share in this secret and horrible feast. Some travellers affirm that the Battas prefer human flesh to all other, but only indulge in it during warfare and following the death sentence. Others accuse them of immolating, in times of peace, from sixty to a hundred slaves annually. But today the Battas no longer put their parents to death when age has rendered them useless as workers or fighters. Formerly, every year at the time of the ripening of the citrons, old men were to be seen voluntarily submitting to death. The family assembled; the victim, weighed down with age, collected all his energy and sprang towards the branch of a tree, there to remain suspended by both arms until his strength failed and he fell to the ground. Then the neighbours and children, who had been dancing round him in a circle, sang this refrain: ‘When the fruit is ripe it needs must fall!’ They thereupon precipitated themselves upon him, beat him to death, dismembered him and devoured his flesh, soaking it in samboul or sprinkling it with kari. When an Englishman offers tea and milk, the Battas often reject them with scorn, retorting: ‘Only children drink milk; Battas drink blood!’ -- found a video link on cannabalism on youtube. After watching it i really wanna vomit. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgpZrPpNfJ8 Dont watch if you can't take gross stuffs.
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Sunday, April 10, 2011
Last night while catching on my tutorials, caught the incredible tales. That episode was about cannabalism in Indonesia. I was born in Indonesia and its kind of terrifying cos honestly, i never thought cannabalism would still exist in this century. :0 Anyway i will be putting up the stories by them in the later part. Thinking of these weird incidents mostly occurring at Indonesia made me thought of an incident in the past. Till today im not really sure if its part of my dream or did it really happen. Its not as horrendous as cannabalism but still its kind of freaky thinking of it. Well, that period of time i was back to indonesia to visit my family (they were now migrated here), and things were as per normal. It was during one of the night when the weird thing came. I remembered i was sleeping soundly but awoken by a slight noise (im a light sleeper). then i was like shrugging and rubbed my eyes to see what/who was making that noise. And i kind of stretch my head away from my pillow alittle and spot a man dress in those kind of tribal clothing. y'know those kind of tribe they will draw the 3 lines on their face and he was wearing those kind of rooster headband thing. yeah, im not sure what he was doing at that time but im sure his eyes came into contact with mine and he was squatting somewhere beside the bed near my feet. Im not sure if i fainted out or something but i just pacify myself back to sleep and i soon fell asleep. is it a dream? im not too sure either cos it feels so real...anyway its all over and i hope i never ever meet with creepy stuffs when im back again. and here's the story of cannabalism in some part of indonesia. according to the show, it was bajaj i think. its up to you if you believe if it exists though. haha. its some kind of tribal code performed there... The code of the Battas of Sumatra condemns to be eaten alive those guilty of adultery, those who commit theft at night, prisoners of war, those who treacherously attack the inhabitants of a house, or a lonely man. The execution takes place without delay, in the presence of the whole population. In cases of adultery, one last formality is necessary: the relatives of the criminals must be present at the carrying out of the sentence. The husband, the wife, or the persons most directly offended, have the right to retain the ears of the condemned for themselves. Then, each according to his rank chooses his fragment, and the chief judge cuts off the head and hangs it like a trophy at the door of his hut. The brain, to which they attribute magical properties, is preserved in a gourd. The intestines are not devoured, but the soles of the feet, and the heart, cooked with rice and salt, are regarded as a delicious dish. The flesh is always eaten raw, or grilled at the place of punishment, and the use of palm wine and other strong liquors is strongly interdicted at these judicial feasts, where the men alone have the right to be present. Sometimes also they collect the blood in bamboo stems. In defiance of the law, the women use a thousand subterfuges, and employ all their seductions, in order to share in this secret and horrible feast. Some travellers affirm that the Battas prefer human flesh to all other, but only indulge in it during warfare and following the death sentence. Others accuse them of immolating, in times of peace, from sixty to a hundred slaves annually. But today the Battas no longer put their parents to death when age has rendered them useless as workers or fighters. Formerly, every year at the time of the ripening of the citrons, old men were to be seen voluntarily submitting to death. The family assembled; the victim, weighed down with age, collected all his energy and sprang towards the branch of a tree, there to remain suspended by both arms until his strength failed and he fell to the ground. Then the neighbours and children, who had been dancing round him in a circle, sang this refrain: ‘When the fruit is ripe it needs must fall!’ They thereupon precipitated themselves upon him, beat him to death, dismembered him and devoured his flesh, soaking it in samboul or sprinkling it with kari. When an Englishman offers tea and milk, the Battas often reject them with scorn, retorting: ‘Only children drink milk; Battas drink blood!’ -- found a video link on cannabalism on youtube. After watching it i really wanna vomit. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgpZrPpNfJ8 Dont watch if you can't take gross stuffs.
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