Why people dislike Trance...

Trance music seems to be get less and lesser fans these days. Some people might think that trance music are getting worse or outdated. But actually that's not the reason.

Here is why:
- Trance is elusively the easiest to make. So everyone is making it.
- You have people who make EuroCheese but call it Trance. They give bad names to Trance when they are not Trance.
- EuroCheese is bubblegum so they enter music charts very easily. They become annoying because they aren't good music and they get too much airplayed.
- People who weren't into Trance in the first place grew angry as they get annoyed by EuroCheese. They do not and cannot distinguish between Cheese and Trance. So they swear to hate Trance due to their confusion.
- Trance requires people to take time and let go to build the "trancy" feeling. Nowadays, who has time anymore? Trance and Eurocheese tend to sound alike in the intros. People who do not know Trance never get to learn to distinguish between the two. They never learn how to properly listen to Trance. As EuroCheese occupies the chart, these people grew even more angry at Trance.
- If Trance is dead, the ones to blame are Eurocheese supportors and those who never take time to have time to distinguish between real Trance and EuroCheese.

A few tracks you should already have listened to and analyzed before saying Trance sucks.
- 4 Strings - Daylight (Above and Beyond mix)
- ATB - 9 p.m. till I come (Matt Darey mix)
- Art of Trance - Madagascar (Ferry Corsten mix)
- Ascension - Someone
- BT - Flaming June
- Chemical Brothers - Leave Home (Underworld mix 1)
- Chicane - Autumn Tactics (The Thrillseekers mix)
- Chicane - Offshore 1999
- Dario G - Voices (Tekara mix)
- Drax and Scott Mac - Angel (Magik Musik mix)
- Duncan Sheik - On A High (Gabriel & Dresden Mix)
- Erasure - Chorus (Youth's Trancendental mix)
- Fragma - Toca Me (Original non vocal)
- Gabrielle - Rise (Matt Darey Mix)
- Gouryella - Wallhala (original mix)
- Hurley & Todd - Sunstorm (Matt Darey Mix)
- Hydra - Affinity (The Thrillseekers mix)
- Jacob & Mendez - Moondust (Airbase Remake)
- Jam & Spoon - Odyssey to Ayoona
- Jam & Spoon - The Secret Kind of Love
- KLEA - Tic Toc (Magik Muzik Mix)
- Kirsty Hawkshaw - Fine Day (Mike Koglin Remix)
- Libra Presents Taylor Anamoly - Calling Your Name (Ferry Corsten mix)
- Lost Tribe - Gamemaster
- Lost Tribe - Under the Red Sea
- Matt Darey feat. Marcella Woods - Beautiful
- Mike Koglin - Enjoy the Silence (Tekara mix)
- Nalin & Kane - Open Your Eyes
- New Order - Blue Monday (Hardfloor Mix)
- NightCrawlers - Never Knew Love Like This (Matt Darey Mix)
- Nitromethane - Time to Die (Seraque remix)
- Pet Shop Boys - Young Offender (Trip-o-matic Fairtytale mix)
- Pulp Victim - The World (Ferry Corsten mix)
- Solar Stone - Seven Cities (Atlantis edit)
- Sonique - It Feels So Good (En-Motion Remix)
- Technique - The Sun is Shining (Matt Darey Mix)
- The Thrillseekers feat. Sheryl Duane - Fly Away
- Tilt - Invisible
- Underworld - Cherry Pie
- Underworld - Jumbo (Future Shock Worlds Apart Mix)
- Underworld - Pearls' Girl
- Underworld - Tin There
- Underworld - Two Months Off (King Unique Sunspots Vocal Mix)
- Y-Traxx - Mystery Land
- Yoji Biomehanika - Theme from Banginglobe (System F remix)

Save mother earth...

Endangered Species all around the world. Spot them, don't harm them, save them...

I love animal so much. If I can, I want to be one of the WWF member.

Here are some endangered species.
- African Elephant (Loxodonta africana)
- Asian Elephant (Elephas maximus)
- Right Whale (Eubalaena glacialis)
- Blue Whale (Balaenoptera musculus)
- Fin Whale (Balaenoptera physalus)
- Golden Lion Tamarin (Leontopithecus rosalia)
- Hybrid Spider Monkey (Ateles belzebuth hybridus)
- Aye-aye (Daubentonia madagascariensis)
- Gorilla
- Red Wolf (Canis rufus)
- Amur Leopard (Panthera pardus orientalis)
- Anatolian Leopard (Panthera pardus tulliana)
- Asiatic Cheetah (Acinonyx jubatus venaticus)
- Florida Cougar (Puma concolor coryi)
- Iberian Lynx (Lynx Pardinus)
- Snow Leopard (Uncia uncia)
- Texas Ocelot (Leopardus pardalis albescens)
- Tiger (Panthera tigris)
- Marine Otter (Lutra felina)
- Giant Panda (Ailuropoda melanoleuca)
- Lesser Panda (Ailurus fulgens)
- Cuvier's Gazelle (Gazella cuvieri)
- Western Giant Eland (Tragelaphus derbianus derbianus)
- Wild Bactrian Camel (Camelus bactrianus)
- Manipur Brow-Antlered Deer (Cervus eldi eldi)
- Black Rhinoceros (Diceros bicornis)
- Broom's Pygmy-possum (Burramys parvus)
- Northern Hairy-nosed Wombat (Lasiorhinus krefftii)
- Short-tailed Chinchilla (Chinchilla brevicaudata)
- Giant Armadillo (Priodontes maximus)
- Crested Shelduck (Tadorna cristata)
- White-winged Duck (Cairina scutulata)
- Marquesan Kingfisher (Todirhamphus godeffroyi)
- Rufous-lored Kingfisher (Todirhamphus winchelli)
- California Condor (Gymnogyps californianus)
- Mauritius Kestrel (Falco punctatus)
- Hawaiian Crow (Corvus hawaiiensis)
- Cochabamba Mountain-finch (Poospiza garleppi)
- Gouldian Finch (Chloebia gouldiae)
- Blue-bellied Parrot (Tridaria malachitacea)
- Whooping Crane (Grus americana)
- Siberian Sturgeon (Acipenser baerii baerii)
- Alabama Sturgeon (Scaphirhynchus suttkusi)
- Chinese Paddlefish (Psephurus gladius)
- Alabama Shad (Alosa alabamae)
- Silver Shark (Balantiocheilos melanopterus
- Clanwilliam Redfin (Barbus calidus)
- Wild Common Carp (Cyprinus carpio)

Piercing guides....

Do you have a piercing? Not ear piercing. That's common. What about something different? Here are some precaution for you all.

Bellybutton rings (or if you want to sound more impressive, "navel rings") can be a sexy addition to a nicely toned stomach. If you're an athlete, a dancer, or anyone else who uses the body excessively, however, you should probably re-consider targeting this region. Changing clothes frequently, falling to the ground, tackling people, and sweating a lot will not allow the piercing to heal properly (read: nasty infections). But the benefits of a bellybutton ring are:
* It's a low-key yet interesting place for jewelry.
* It's easy to hide if you only want a select few to see it.
* If something goes wrong, it's better to get an infection on your bellybutton than on your tongue, face, or genitalia.

Keep in mind that the tongue is one of the strongest muscles in the human body, so it is capable of a lot of wonderful pleasures (as well as pain). Lots of people get their tongues pierced for purely sexual reasons. Ironically, no kissing or oral sex is allowed during the healing period, which lasts three to four weeks. Consider, though, that if you are prone to oral fixations (chewing on pens, eating lots of candy, or talking too much), this one isn't for you.

The face offers a myriad of piercing options, most commonly the eyebrow, nose, lip and chin. Because the face is so out there in the open, these piercings will be very difficult to hide if need be. They can be quite funky, however, and are perfect for free spirited, pre corporate youths. If you're an athlete, though, avoid all of these, except maybe the nose. Unless you like getting tugged around by a bloody metal rod attached to your brow.

Nothing like a barbell through the ol' Johnson to get the party started, eh? Be rational. While genital piercings can make you scream with pleasure in the bedroom, they can also make you scream with pain in your piercer's chair. These are very sensitive regions we're dealing with, and are often prone to infections.

For a detailed look at all your piercing options (both X-rated and not), as well as how much they'll cost. Check out the guides below. The prices may seem a little bit steep, but this is the range you should expect from a top notch piercing salon. Yeah, we know you can get a $10 nose ring from your roommate's cousin Vito, but it's always best to loosen the purse strings in the name of safety and hygiene.

Ear (lobe) $20
Ear (all other parts) $30 / $60
Nose (nostril) $35
Nose (septum) $25 / $30
Eyebrow $35 / $60
Navel $35 / $55
Tongue $60
Labret/lip/cheek $55
Nipples $35 (single) / $55 (pair)

Freddy Krueger's nightmare in "real world"...

Think of it as spyware meets Freddy Krueger - a genre of Internet monster that hijacks your browser and, like the villain of "Nightmare on Elm Street," can't be killed.

This new "kruegerware" can steal your home page, lock you permanently to a porno site, or ship all your Google queries to a dubious ad-driven alternative. Increasingly this type of program doesn't just wreak havoc. It can avoid detection by popular spyware programs and even if you think you've gotten rid of it, it usually comes back, like Freddy.

The "viruses" are actually processes that are tampering with Explorer, and anti virus program indicates they can't be deleted. Try to clear them out manually and "they are immediately downloaded from the Internet and restored when Explorer reopened."

Most experts think these persistent pests are only going to increase. The reason, according to Sam Curry, Computer Associates' resident security guru, is "unlike most hacking and most viruses, spyware is financially driven; people wouldn't do this if it didn't pay."

The way it works: Web sites that refer users to other sites may get commissions on sales, or on the volume of traffic directed. By locking in a page like greatsearch.biz as a user's main search page, kruegerware authors can generate hundreds of thousands of dollars in referral commissions. "They wouldn't do it if it didn't work, and if people didn't click through it. The returns exceed the risk," Curry said.

Greatsearch is a comparatively mild case. Truly gory details are chronicled at www.spywareinfo.com/~merijn/index.html, the home page of a Dutch student Merijn Bellekom who, like Dracula's literary foe Van Helsing, has dedicated his life, or at least his spare time, to fighting immortal evil with cool technology. In this case, it is browser hijackers that send computers to the home page of a Russia-based company, Cool Web Search. Says Curry "Cool Web Search is a horrible one, with 30 different iterations, and trying to find all the tentacles when you go in can be impossible. It will leave things like registry keys that say, if these files are missing, go to thus and so a page and download them."

For a couple of years now, Bellekom has written and rewritten a program called Cwshredder to remove more of the hijackers associated with the Cool Web Search page, but admits there still are a couple that are so slick he can't touch them. Some are like an inoperable form of cancer - they burrow into Windows so deeply that removing them will destroy Windows and force a new installation.

Ironically, some of the biggest problems are caused by badly designed hijackers, which, rather than go about their business surreptitiously, cause computers to crash or slow down dramatically. More successful versions can create bookmarks to pornographic Web sites, batter the user with porno popup ads, or set the home page to an unwanted address. Some of the worst of these addresses are listed on the www.spywareinfo.com site. Cool Web Search didn't respond to Newsday e-mails, but on its Web site, the company denies it is responsible for the problems.

Bellekom says that anti-virus software companies, which are increasingly taking aim at these hijackers, still aren't 100 percent successful.

"The antivirus companies really are targeting this, but the problem is that you don't have perfect targeting of so many different variants overnight," he said. "Some antivirus programs remove the main parts of the most widespread variants, but leave traces behind, sometimes allowing it to restore itself and reinfect a system. I'm sure that they will eventually remove all of the variants properly."

Bellekom and other experts blame poor Windows security for the emergence of these super threats. According to Curry, Windows allows one careless click on the wrong popup to download a browser hijacker with all the security privileges it needs to effect a complete takeover of your PC. At that point, Bellekom's Web site documented how these programs can turn off fire walls, disable security software, (including Ad-Aware, Spybot and most anti-virus scanners), and place sites in the Windows "trusted domains" so they can download even more spyware.

Although law enforcement is increasingly pursuing spammers and virus authors, the people who write spyware and browser hijackers are still beneath the official radar.

"They usually only inspect these kinds of things when massive monetary damages are suffered, and since this trojan strain doesn't actively spread from machine to machine [only from Web site to machine] it doesn't have their attention yet," Bellekom said.

Still, according to Mark Rasch, chief security counsel of Solutionary Inc., a smart prosecutor could go after companies and affiliates that spread browser hijackers. Said the former federal computer crime prosecutor, "In theory a lot of spyware would violate the computer crime statutes" that outlaw viruses. "Essentially it's code you don't want that's making your computer do something you don't want to do; how is that different from a computer virus?"

In the meantime, computer users are coping on their own by nervously downloading Windows security updates and by running multiple protective software programs. "My wife said: Isn't broadband fast?" a frustrated Clyde Smith, a Long Island retiree, says, laughing. "Five minutes to check for Windows updates, McAfee updates, and Spybot updates, one minute to download a recipe, and 20 minutes to run McAfee and Spybot to scan for problems with the file."

Freddy Krueger part 2...

A new day in Springwood town begins after they murder Freddy Krueger. They think that their family are save then. But what they didn't know was that Freddy only gets better, stronger, crazier than before. Here's the story of the "New Freddy Krueger."

September 1980: In a three day stretch three teenagers die in Springwood. No fugitive was ever apprehended for the murders, but the local police have their fears that it was Freddy Krueger. Two of the victims, Glen Lantz and Tina Gray, died in particularly horrible fashion, which was Krueger's old M.O. Marge Thompson died in her sleep the last night of the crime spree, which seemed to end the murderous rampage. Following the death of his ex wife, Donald Thompson and his teenage daughter, Nancy, move out of the house.

July 1985: After sitting empty for nearly 5 years, a new family, the Walshes, buy the old Thompson house.

September 1985: In a three or four day stretch, several more teenagers and a local gym coach at the high school all die gristly deaths, the weapon of choice being a straight razor slashed four times in close proximity to one another. Once again, police are baffled, and Krueger's name is mentioned again. After the final death of this killing spree, the Walshes move out of the old Thompson house, and with no one wanting the house, it wastes away.

October 1987: In a three day stretch, several teenagers and a young staff member at Westin Hills all die from apparent suicides. Following this scandal, Westin Hills is closed down.

September 1988: In another brutal killing spree lasting three or four days, several more teenagers, all students at Springwood High, die of mysterious circumstances. One girl, Alice Johnson, claims it was Freddy and she stopped him. No one believes her story.

June 1989: Shortly after graduating Springwood high, three friends of Alice Johnson's all die of varying reasons. Alice's claims that it was Freddy are once again ignored.

September 1989 - September 1999: Mysterious deaths, suicides, instances of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome, and other factors cause all the children, teenagers, and young adults of Springwood to mysteriously die. The parents begin to claim that it is, in fact, Freddy Krueger, getting his revenge from beyond the grave. Several adults leave Springwood, those that remain live with a state that can best be described as mass psychosis. There are rumors that there is one child left in Springwood, but he runs away before any documentation can be made. Also during this ten year period, Alice Johnson gives birth to a son, Jacob Johnson. The two of them mysteriously disappear shortly after Jacob's birth. Their whereabouts are unknown to this day.

September 1999: In another unexplained crime scene, three teenagers are all found dead in Springwood. Two are found in the old Thompson house, one near the town limits. Police are summoned to an explosion in a Youth Shelter just outside the neighboring town of Elm Grove, where they find a dirty brown fedora, several pieces of burned skin and muscle tissue, some sweater fragments, and what appears to be the destroyed remains of a razor tipped glove.

December 1999: The town of Springwood decides that it is time for a fresh start. All evidence of the Krueger family is destroyed, several news articles are edited and blacked out, and the parents remaining begin to have children again. The children are medicated with an experimental dream suppressant drug called Hypnocil. Several parents begin to move into Springwood with their children and teenagers. Some of the teenagers claim to see a monster in their dreams. They are quickly and quietly shipped off to the newly reopened Westin Hills. Little by little, the town begins to grow again.

September 2003: After 4 years of silence and peace, Jason Voorhees appears in Springwood and begins to slaughter anyone that stands in his way. A van is seen leaving the town late towards the end of the killing spree. It returns hours later, with two young teenagers claiming that Freddy had came back, but they had taken care of him. Of course, no one believes them.

So, what do you think? Well it sure is an interesting life story to know, but don't get inspired and follow his steps. I believe some of you got some flashback and imagination of the scene from his movies. Seen his last action? Jason Vs. Freddy? Don't worry Freddy's not dead yet. None can kill what's already dead and especially Freddy Krueger, the one who lives, creates horror, and kills you while you are a sleep. I hope a great movie director from Hollywood will start writing a new script about Freddy. Can't get enough of his action. Right?

Freddy Krueger part 1...

My promise to you about Freddy Krueger. Here's a quick life story about Freddy Krueger. Maybe not as detail as it is supposed to be. But I try to summarize as good as it can be just for you. I hope you can understand and get to know this guy a little bit better. If you still curious about him, you may consider to go watch all the movies available about him.

October 1918: Amanda Krueger is born in Westin Hills hospital in Springwood, Ohio.

July 1936: At the tender age of 18, Amanda decides to devote her life to God and becomes a nun. Her name in Christ was to be known as "Sister Mary Helena." Her first assignment as a nun is to, ironically, the place she was born, Westin Hills. She is put in "The Tower", which was the insider nickname for the place where the absolute worst of the criminally insane were locked up like animals. Around up to 100 criminals were put there. From thieves, rapists, murderers, etc.

December 1937: During the holiday season, just a few days shy of Christmas, Amanda Krueger was accidentally locked in "The Tower" when the guards were in a hurry to go home to their families. The inmates kept her hidden for several days, brutally raping and beating her. When she was finally found, she was barely alive, and pregnant.

September 1938: After a breech birth, Fred Charles Krueger is born. Amanda decides to raise the boy, and the convent allows her to stay on as a nun.

July 1948 - December 1948: Freddy (as his mother called him) began to display eccentric and even sociopath tendencies, such as playing alone and hurting small animals.

January 1949: At the tender age of 11, Freddy becomes a ward of the state after slicing his mother's leg with a kitchen knife.

1949 - 1956: Freddy bounces from Foster home to Foster home as he goes through grade school. He quickly becomes the other children's scapegoat. Two particularly horrible bullies where Walter Lantz and Douglas Parker.

March 1956: At the age of 17, Freddy is sent back to live with his mother to try and help the boy. Freddy is already showing homicidal tendencies, including killing dogs and cats. He also finds his first ever beat up fedora outside of a grocery store.

April 1957: Freddy is released from his mother's care after he rapes and beats her.

June 1957: Freddy is sent to live with a drunk old farmer on the outskirts of Springwood after dropping out from Springwood High School.

August 1957: After developing a taste for self-mutilation with his straight razor, Freddy murders the farmer, who as it turned out was abusive. Due to the fact he was under the age of 18 by roughly one month, he wasn't trial for murder.

October 1957: Freddy goes to work as a janitor at Springwood High. He also meets and begins to court Loretta Johnson, a waitress at a nearby diner.

December 1957: Freddy Krueger marries Loretta Johnson.

January 1958 - June 1962: Freddy lives a double life at the time, playing family man with Loretta and maltreating and raping prostitutes. He continues to have problems with his work record, as he is fired and rehired to his janitorial services. In between the stints as janitor, he begins to work in the Springwood Power Plant on the outskirts of town.

June 1962: Katherine Krueger is born.

July 1962 - July 1963: Freddy tries to reform and actually succeeds to a small degree, committing crimes during this time.

July 1963 - September 1967: Freddy begins to systematically slaughter the children of Springwood. Among those that lose their children are several of Freddy's classmates from school that teased him horribly. He manages to hide his secret from his wife and daughter by keeping his instruments of destruction hidden and locked up in the basement. It is at this time that he also buys an old ice cream truck and uses it to lure children to their deaths. He also receives a successful transfer from the high school and becomes the new janitor of Springwood Elementary School.

September 1967: Loretta accidentally uncovers what is going on in the basement. Freddy strangles her to death. Katherine witnesses the murder and tells someone. Katherine is taken to an adoption home and Freddy flees the law.

September 1967 - September 1970: Freddy kills at least 10 more children, hiding in his ice cream truck and at the local power plant where he used to work. It is estimated that "The Springwood Slasher", as the papers dubbed Freddy, has killed at least 20 to 30 children.

September 1970: Lt. Donald Thompson collars Freddy Krueger just as Krueger was about to murder 5 year old Kevin Marks. Thompson had an arrest warrant for Krueger.

October 1970: After sitting in a holding cell for a month, Freddy goes to trial. During the trial, it is revealed that the arrest warrant for Freddy was not signed in the proper place. Due to this technicality, Freddy is released. The parents swore revenge. That night, a group of angry parents including Lt. Thompson and his wife Marge, Richard Lane and his wife, Walter Lantz, and Doug Parker, among others, trapped Freddy in his boiler room and burn him to death. But the parents were too late to save the life of 6 year old Melissa Roberts, Freddy's last victim. Also dying around this time was Amanda Krueger. After hearing about what happened in the trial, she lost her mind and hung herself allegedly, but no body was ever found.

That's the story of his life. Pretty crazy guy isn't it? What??? Are you sad because of he's dead now? Don't worry. That's not the last of him. What those parents did was only helping Freddy to start a new chapter of his action. I'll tell you about the new Freddy Krueger next time. Don't get sad...

Someone you all must know!!!

Ever heard this song?
1, 2 Freddy's coming for you
3, 4 better lock your door
5, 6 grab your crucifx
7, 8 gonna stay up late
9, 10 never sleep again

Never heard before? How about a little more clue about what I am talking about.

"My children...... from the very beginning it was the children who gave my powers. The Springwood Slasher, that's what they called me. My reign of terror was legendary. Dozens of children would fall by my blades. Then the parents of Springwood came for me. Taking justice into their own hands. When I was alive, I might have been a little naughty, but when they killed me I became something much, much, worse, the stuff nightmares are made of. The children still feared me and their fear gave me the power to invade their dreams. And that's when the fun really began! But until they figured out a way to forget about me... to erase me completely. Being dead wasn't a problem, but being forgotten!, now that's a BITCH! I can't come back if no one remembers me, I cant come back if nobody is afraid!! I had to search the bounds of hell... but I found someone, someone who will make'em remember. He may get the blood, but I get the glory... And that fear is mine to get home."

Got any idea??? Not yet??? Ok then, I'll tell you who. That was a part of dialogue taken from the movie called Jason Vs. Freddy.

I'm talking about Fred Charles Krueger. Birth on September, 1938 in Westin Hills Hospital, Springwood, OH, United States. A caucasian male, around 5 feet tall or more. Weighing around 160 lbs.

Know him? Great!!! Good for you. He's my favorite character ever in horror movie. Got to know this guy when I was still around 7 or 8 years old. Since then I never skip any of his movies either on TV, movie, video, etc.

Got interested with him? I'll tell you more about him next time.

World most dangerous list...

I did some research and manage to sum up this list. Read it carefully, who knows what's going to happen in the future.

World most dangerous country
Pakistan

World most dangerous city
St Louis, MO, U.S.

World most dangerous street
O'Connell Street, Dublin, Ireland

World most dangerous Volcano
Mount Vesuvius, Italy

World most dangerous animal
Mosquitos (there are 2500 more species of mosquitos)

World most dangerous man
Saddam Hussein (you all know him right?)

World most dangerous woman
Dr. Rihab Taha (Iraq's bioweapons chief)

World most dangerous mafia
The Red Mafia (Rules over Arms-Trafficking, Money-Laundering, Drug-Running, and Art-Smuggling)

World most dangerous gangster
Semion Mogilevich / Brainy Don (The enigmatic leader of the Red Mafia)

World most dangerous sports
BASE jumping

World most dangerous song
Copy Killer by Ice T (convince lots of people to do what the song tell)

Unbelievable story... Part 2

Eventually some security person directed us away from there, and I walked through the building nearest to me, and back out onto the street and up to another vantage point. I kept looking at people, and the towers, and trying to call someone on my phone, and just generally trying to cope with everything I was observing. Then the unimaginable happened. With a deep rumble and an explosion, I saw the top floors of the building drop down, almost in slow motion. I stood transfixed, as the structure dropped down upon the lower levels, imploding and careening towards the ground. Then the survival centre in my brain began shouting the alert for me to run, run for my life in fact. I ran down the street, my legs pumping as fast as they could, dimly aware of both the people running in terror in front of me, and out of my side vision someone who had fallen down on my left side. I was next to a building, and I headed for the corner of it, throwing my head over my left shoulder, I gave a quick glimpse of Armageddon coming down the street behind me, pieces of the building, debris, and a massive cloud of dark gray smoke. I hung a left, and the pieces of building blasted past where I had been just milliseconds before, like a runaway freight train.

I dove around the corner of the building and underneath a steel door that was just inches from closing, behind another guy and a cop. I’ll never forget as long as I live the sight of all the cops who had previously been trying to maintain order and keep people safe, suddenly all running at top speed away from me and the carnage.

Inside the building, the air was clogged with debris, you could barely see or breathe. The young squat cop immediately shifted from being afraid and running for his life, to concerned about the welfare of all of the people now in his realm of responsibility. He asked if anyone was hurt, and ushered us towards a tiny office in the back of the building. Two garage attendants offered us water at a small sink, and provided us with shirts to put over our mouths and noses to breathe through. Outside it was black as night, you can’t imagine the depth of the darkness. Then, after a few minutes I guess, the young cop was talking on his radio and said that we had to evacuate that building, our refuge. I again got that scared feeling, like we were in imminent danger of the structure collapsing. We got our breathing cloths in place, and proceeded out into hell. The black had given way to a dense gray, and the air was still chokingly thick with debris.

We made our way to a deli where others were huddled, and inside we got more water, and I set about cutting up my breathing shirt with a large knife, to give to others that were without. People were frantically grabbing for the pieces I was cutting, not even mindful of the large and very sharp knife I was using. I had to keep warning them to please be careful and watch out while I was cutting. I couldn’t cut and tear fast enough. After a few minutes one of the cops said we had to get out of there too. They instructed us to take as many bottles of water as we could carry. I stood there, with a bottle of water in my pants pocket, and dumping one into my eyes, and the young cop next to me was grabbing bottles, and he turned to me and said “its like we’re looting the place.” Then we left and headed out onto the street again. While walking, people were just coming up to me and asking if I needed water, if I was okay, everyone just seemed to be pulling together in this mutual moment of need. Finally I wound up at the entrance to the Brooklyn Tunnel. Cops were telling people either to go into the tunnel or to head towards South Street Seaport. I decided to try the tunnel, since that’s where my sisters’ place was anyway.

The tunnel didn’t provide much refuge from the debris, I found to my dismay. I kept the breathing cloth pressed over my mouth and nose and forged ahead, walking on the catwalk, just above the sea of abandoned cars. I walked on and on, seeing few people along the way. I gave one of the people my water bottle, for him to take a drink from, and we continued walking together. Finally we got to where the cars ended, and from there we walked in the roadway. Ultimately, I ran into a bunch of detectives, in suits, and I walked with them, while the other people that I had been with got on a bus that was slowly backing its way out of the tunnel. While walking with the detectives, a cop drove up and we all piled in. He drove us the rest of the way out of the tunnel, and then left us at the mouth of it. I walked slowly towards the toll plaza, and then the overwhelming feelings began to flood in, and my emotions crashed upon me, interspersed with brief footage inside my head of what I had observed just a short while before. I wept as I walked, and two kind policemen came up to me and comforted me, and gave me a bottle of juice, and talked with me for a while. Their looks of concern and their kind words helped me to calm down a little, and I gave them my information, and then asked them how to get to fourth and Pacific. They gave me directions, and some more words of comfort, and then I headed out for the last leg of my journey.

Walking along Atlantic, I turned around as I heard a car approach, and two Spanish guys pulled up and asked me if I was okay. I said that I was and I asked if they could give me a ride. They told me to hop in. As we drove, the driver told me he was headed to the 59th street bridge, to pick up his wife. He said he’d drop me off before he turned.
They said something about how we were all going to have to pull together now. They took me about a mile and a half, and then dropped me off, and wished me luck.

Then I walked for blocks and blocks, pausing every so often to look over my shoulder at the huge pall of smoke that was rising above Manhattan. It was surreal in Brooklyn, because no one here really knew what had just happened in such close proximity to where they were. People were just going about their business, for the most part, talking, laughing, making phone calls, walking along the street. None of them knew what had just transpired a short way across the river. I walked, and wept periodically, not paying much attention to the people on the street, and they not paying me any mind as well. Finally I made it to Fee’s apartment, where I now sit, trying to comprehend what has happened. Watching it on T.V. is just making it more unbelievable. I’ve seen footage of the second plane hitting the building, and I’ve seen footage of the buildings collapsing, but I still cannot fully grasp it all. I keep feeling like I’m going to wake up from it, and it will all be a nightmare. The human remains, the personal effects, the pieces from the aircraft, the guy falling, the panic in the streets, the buildings collapsing, it will all just be a nightmare. I wish I could wake up from this.

Unbelievable story... Part 1

This is amazing...written by a young man, Chuck, who experienced first hand, the horrors of September 11, 2001. He was in the heart of it all. Chuck's address was not given. It was sent to me by someone whose friend sent it to her. I know you've probably heard lots of stories, but this story really makes you feel that you were there.

September 11, 2001

Well, today began exactly like yesterday, but I'm sad to say that it didn't progress with the same tranquility as the previous day. I'm in New York City attending the FIRRM class as part of my commissioning process, and up until 9:10 AM today that was exactly what was happening. I was sitting in class, trying to pay attention to the teacher, and follow the concepts he was presenting, which was the term structure of interest rates. As I was looking out the window from time to time, I noticed that a lot of papers were falling from the sky past the windows. I remember thinking that it was probably a bunch of newspapers that had fallen off a rooftop or something.

Then there was a loud sound, like a muffled crash or explosion, and my world, my being, will never be the same again. Looking outside, hordes of people were moving quickly in the same direction, towards the southern part of Manhattan. The class left their seats and pressed against the window, and then we all left the building en masse for the street. It was baffling at first to see virtually everyone moving in the same direction with panicked looks, and anguish on many faces. Then I heard someone say that an airplane had hit the World Trade Center.

I don't know what happened inside of me, but I just began walking towards the Trade Center buildings, against the flow of literally thousands of people. I had to tuck myself in, and take the brunt of several impacts, as people trying to flee bumped into me. But I continued onward, and within a few minutes I was looking at the twin towers, each with a gaping hole in them and blackened floors, and black smoke and flames billowing out of them. The scene on the streets was chaos, and the emergency personnel were too stunned to pay any attention to the few people like me that were moving closer to the carnage.

Eventually I wound up standing next to a building for shielding from the pieces of wreckage that continued to rain down, and I stood and looked at the buildings burn. Once I was ushered away, I headed down to the next block and cut over and moved back towards the towers. Heading down one street, I began to notice strange-looking debris all over the ground, and on cars, and draped across fruit in fruit-stands. Dimly, from somewhere deep within the recesses of my mind I knew these were human remains, but my brain didn't want to comprehend it, and instead I told myself it was damaged fruit. In fact, it was all so badly mangled and in such small pieces that you couldn't really identify what any of it was.

Intermingled with these mangled bits of what I was trying to tell myself were fruit, were other items, flotation devices from aircraft, and pieces of fuselage, and a mangled cell phone, and bits of clothing, and shoes. All sorts of various items were strewn about everywhere. A limousine parked on the side of the road had a metal rod impaled through its hood and engine compartment. That was a sobering sign, as I was standing on the street next to it unprotected.

I wound up standing next to a guy in a suit who was trying to use his cell phone, and I told him it was fruitless, as I'd been trying to dial different numbers all along with no success. We then chatted a bit, and he informed me that a second plane had hit the other building, and that it was a terrorist attack. He asked me something that I can't remember now, and I wound up telling him that I was unfamiliar with the area, as I was visiting from Richmond VA. He gave a dry laugh and said welcome to New York.” He said his name was Rich. I shook his hand. It seemed like the appropriate thing to do, I guess. What is appropriate when the world is exploding around you?

As we were talking, he looked up and said “oh no, another one jumped.” And I looked up and watched a man falling backwards through the air, close enough for me to see his white shirt and tie, and black shoes. He was motionless and in a backwards sitting position. And he just fell and fell, it seemed like forever that he dropped through space. I watched him, frozen in horror, right up until he passed out of my sight behind part of the structure, and then there was an amazingly loud crash, perhaps he landed on a car, I'm not sure. I looked down at the ground, stunned and in disbelief, and that’s when I saw the first recognizable item on the ground; a human foot.

Do you see this face?

And the figure behind it?

Rich asked me if I thought the buildings could possibly collapse, and I said that I didn’t think it was possible, and I mentioned the time that a U.S. bomber had flown into the Empire State Building. And in fact the twin towers didn’t look like they were weakened, although several floors were burning badly on each side of them.

I really can’t remember what I did for the next several minutes, I just looked around at the carnage, spotting more grisly remains, and pieces of aircraft, and personal effects, and the like. Then a group of fire-fighters passed by us, heading towards the building, and I remember looking into some of their faces, and wanting to tell them to be careful. I was looking up the street away from the twin towers, and I saw Rich and another guy who had been talking a little bit suddenly look terror-stricken, as they apparently were watching another jumper fall through the air. The sound of the impact was so shocking, and Rich actually grabbed the other guy for support, and said “oh my God, he landed on a fire-fighter.” I turned around and saw the group of fire-fighters dragging the two away, the jumper in a deep blue pinstriped suit, and the fire-fighter who had been struck by him. The jumper’s body moved in impossibly pliable ways, and I watched, transfixed, as they dragged them both past me.

Magical bean... Not the one can grow to the cloud....

There was usually a display on the counter that held little clear plastic boxes of four or five Mexican jumping beans in a gift shops around United States, found some in Singapore too. You could hear the display rattle as the beans clicked against the plastic boxes. We would buy them and play games with them on the kitchen table. So, to answer your first question, Mexican jumping beans are real.

The next question should be, "Do Mexican jumping beans have the near-human mental capacity of the beans that help Speedy Gonzalez? Are they able to jump the length of a room, trip adversaries..." Unfortunately, no. Mexican jumping beans are about the size of a kernel of corn or a small bean. They do not wear sombreros. They do not jump into the air. They rock, or, on occasion, scoot a millimeter or two. Imagine a kernel of corn that scoots a millimeter in one direction every 15 seconds or so. That's about as exciting as jumping beans get.

The thing that makes these beans jump is a tiny moth larvae that lives inside the bean. The moth lays its eggs in the flower of the plant, and the eggs are incorporated into the seeds. The larvae then eat out the interior of the bean and live there. When the larvae move, so does the bean. Eventually, the larvae turn into moths that emerge from the beans to repeat the cycle.

Human Teleportation

We are years away from the development of a teleportation machine like the transporter room on Star Trek's Enterprise spaceship. The laws of physics may even make it impossible to create a transporter that enables a person to be sent instantaneously to another location, which would require travel at the speed of light.

For a person to be transported, a machine would have to be built that can pinpoint and analyze all of the 1028 atoms that make up the human body. That's more than a trillion trillion atoms. This machine would then have to send this information to another location, where the person's body would be reconstructed with exact precision. Molecules couldn't be even a millimeter out of place, lest the person arrive with some severe neurological or physiological defect.

In the Star Trek episodes, and the spin-off series that followed it, teleportation was performed by a machine called a transporter. This was basically a platform that the characters stood on, while Scotty adjusted switches on the transporter room control boards. The transporter machine then locked onto each atom of each person on the platform, and used a transporter carrier wave to transmit those molecules to wherever the crew wanted to go. Viewers watching at home witnessed Captain Kirk and his crew dissolving into a shiny glitter before disappearing, rematerializing instantly on some distant planet.

If such a machine were possible, it's unlikely that the person being transported would actually be "transported." It would work more like a fax machine, a duplicate of the person would be made at the receiving end, but with much greater precision than a fax machine. But what would happen to the original? One theory suggests that teleportation would combine genetic cloning with digitization.

In this biodigital cloning, tele-travelers would have to die, in a sense. Their original mind and body would no longer exist. Instead, their atomic structure would be recreated in another location, and digitization would recreate the travelers' memories, emotions, hopes and dreams. So the travelers would still exist, but they would do so in a new body, of the same atomic structure as the original body, programmed with the same information.

But like all technologies, scientists are sure to continue to improve upon the ideas of teleportation, to the point that we may one day be able to avoid such harsh methods. One day, one of your descendents could finish up a work day at a space office above some far away planet in a galaxy many light years from Earth, tell his or her wristwatch that it's time to beam home for dinner on planet X below and sit down at the dinner table as soon as the words leave his mouth.

For those who wants to travel but no clue yet...

I believe some of you have adventure spirit deep inside you. The urge to travel and visit some interesting, fun, extravaganz, wild, scary places and stuff. Well if you are planning on taking some vacation, off from your work or holiday from school, you may check out these places I am about to tell you. Turn off the computer, get your ass up, pack up your stuff for a week or more, go to the airport and go to place you think is interesting. Better check them out all. It's worth it. I promise you that.

Listen you cheap people!!! You only live once. What are you going to do with your money? Why keep it and not using it at all? Do you think you can bribe GOD and put you in heave later when you are dead? Come on... Be real...

Well here are the lists of places to visit in this so called world.

Top 10 Nude Beaches...
1. Montalivet, France
2. Ocho Rios, Jamaica
3. Wreck Beach, British Columbia
4. Samurai Beach, Australia
5. Hedonism II, Jamaica
6. Praia do Pinho, Brazil
7. Red Beach, Greece
8. Haulover Beach, Florida
9. Red, White and Blue Beach, California
10. Little Beach, Hawaii

Top 10 places for SPRING BREAK!!!
1. Panama City, Florida
2. Cancun, Mexico
3. South Padre Island, Texas
4. Lake Havasu, Arizona
5. Jamaica
6. Mazatlan, Mexico
7. Daytona Beach, Florida
8. Key West, Florida
9. Rosarito Beach/Ensenada, Mexico
10. The Bahamas

Top 10 Party Spots. Party...
1. Midsummer Night's Dream Party, California
2. Mardi Gras, New Orleans
3. Ibiza, Spain
4. The Full Moon Party, Thailand
5. New Year's in Times Square, New York
6. Cabo San Lucas, Mexico
7. Hedonism II, Jamaica
8. Quebec Winter Carnival, Canada
9. Fetish and Fantasy Ball, Las Vegas
10. Lake Havasu, Arizona

Top 10 Roller Coaster ride in EUROPE.
1. Nemesis and Oblivion, Alton Towers
2. Dragon Khan
3. Colossos, Heide Park
4. Megafobia, Oakwood Theme Park
5. ThunderCoaster, Tusenfryd
6. Eurostar (HEHEHEHE)
7. Big Dipper, Blackpool Pleasure Beach
8. Shockwave, Drayton Manor
9. The Poseidon, Europa Theme Park
10. The Big One, Blackpool Pleasure Beach

Top 10 Hotel Suites
1. Presidential Suite, The Plaza, New York City
2. Presidential Suite, St. Regis, New York City
3. Presidential Suite, The Four Seasons, New York City
4. Triplex Suite, The New York Palace
5. Royal Floor, President Wilson Hotel, Geneva, Switzerland
6. Royal Suite, Burj Al Arab, United Arab Emirates
7. Royal Suite, The Lanesborough, London, England
8. Peninsula Suite, The Peninsula Hong Kong
9. Presidential Suite, Beverly Hills Hotel
10. Coco Chanel Suite, Hotel Ritz Paris

Top 10 Sacred places
1. Stonehenge (Wiltshire, England)
2. Tell el Amarna (El-Minya, Egypt)
3. Palace of Knossos (Crete, Greece)
4. The Parthenon (Athens, Greece)
5. The Nasca Lines (Nasca, Peru)
6. City of Pyramids (Teotihuacan, Mexico)
7. The Cahokia Mounds (St. Louis, Missouri and Illinois)
8. Templo Mayor / Great Temple (Mexico City, Mexico)
9. Tetzcotzingo / Texcutzingo (Texcoco, Mexico)
10. Karnak Temple (Luxor, Egypt)

Top 10 Creepy places
1. Lizzie Borden Bed-and-Breakfast
2. Winchester Mystery House
3. Roswell
4. Salem
5. New Orleans
6. Gettysburg
7. Mütter Museum of Medical History
8. Tower of London
9. Haunted Hollywood
10. Bermuda Triangle

Top 10 Prisons ever...
1. Alcatraz Island, California
2. Robben Island Museum, South Africa
3. Bridge of Sighs, Italy
4. Sodaemun Prison, Korea
5. Eastern State Prison, Pennsylvania
6. Old Melbourne Gaol, Australia
7. Acre Underground Prisoners Memorial Museum, Israel
8. The Clink Prison, England
9. Ushuaia National Prison, Argentina
10. Fort Jesus Museum, Kenya

Top 10 Graves
1. The Grave of Oscar Wilde
2. The Graves of Bruce Lee and Brandon Lee
3. The Grave of Harry Houdini
4. The Grave of Jim Morrison
5. The Grave of Charles Pigeon
6. The Grave of Bob Marley
7. The Grave of Karl Marx
8. The Grave of Emily Mather
9. The Grave of John Ringo
10. The Grave of Lionel Lockyer

Great cities, great view, great living, "GREAT" EXPENSES!!!

Have you guys been to some of these cities? Feel anything when buying food, drinks, and snacks? Try to differ it with the country you are living right now?

Top 25 cities with most expensive living cost:

1. Tokyo, Japan

2. London, United Kingdom

3. Moscow, Russia

4. Osaka, Japan

5. Hong Kong, China

6. Geneva, Switzerland

7. Seoul, South Korea

8. Copenhagen, Denmark

9. Zurich, Switzerland

10. St. Petersburg, Russia

11. Beijing. China

12. New York, United States

13. Milan, Italy

14. Dublin, Ireland

15. Oslo, Norway

16. Shanghai, China

17. Paris, France

18. Istanbul, Turkey

19. Vienna, Austria

20. Sydney, Australia

21. Rome, Italy

22. Stockholm, Sweden

23. Helsinki, Finland

24. Abidjan, Ivory Coast

25. Douala, Cameroon

Some of the world's most expensive...

Check your house. Turn it upside down. And look for any of these stuff. If you got any, that means you're Rich (realize it's rich with capital "R"). Here are some of those things I can find.

Most expensive private plane

The new twin jet Gulfstream GV can fly you and up to 14 of your best friends at nearly 600 mph from New York to Tokyo.
Price: $40 million.

Most expensive private yacht

A 165'-170', yacht with six to eight state rooms from Feadship America of Ft. Lauderdale, Fla.
Price: $25-30 million.

Most expensive private helicopter

The eight passenger Bell Boeing 609 Tilt Rotor is still only on the drawing board but when it is produced in 2000 it will be the new gold standard of the helicopter world.
Price: $10 million.

Most expensive car

The 1997 Bentley Azure convertible touring car is currently the most expensive production automobile available.
Price: $329,400.

Most expensive food

One pound of Beluga Prime from Caviarteria in New York.
Price: $750.

Most expensive champagne

One case of Krug Clos du Menil from Sherry Lehmann in New York:
Price: $2,400.

Most expensive shotguns

One pair of custom made Holland & Holland Royal Deluxe side by sides.
Price: $130,000.

Most expensive hotel room

One night at the Imperial Suite of the Hotel Ritz in Paris.
Price: $8,340.

Most expensive tchotchke

A 16th century Vietnamese vase from the Chinese Porcelain Company in New York.
Price: $220,000.

Most expensive sheets

D. Porthault in New York offers a custom made complete bed assemble of embroidered lace cotton voile consisting of a king size top sheet, king-size bottom sheet, two standard shams, two European squares, two boudoir shams, and one neckroll.
Price: $10,000.

Most expensive riding boots

One pair of custom made John Lobb riding boots from Herm?
Price: $6,034.

Most expensive commercial plane ride

One round trip Concorde flight between New York and London on British Airways.
Price: $10,090.

Most expensive luggage

Louis Vuitton can provide you a complete set of luggage in their trademark monogrammed canvas, including an armoire trunk, a wardrobe trunk, a steamer trunk, four matching suitcases, a hat box, a cruiser bag and a jewelry case.
Price: $60,1340.

Most expensive way to carry 'Fifi'

Louis Vuitton's "Sac Chien."
Price: $940.

Most expensive wristwatch

Abraham Louis Breguet's 18 karat gold wristwatch with tourbillon, perpetual calendar, minute repeater, retrograde date and jumping hours (of which only ten will be made).
Price: $450,000.

Most expensive way to have your trousers pressed & your back watched

One year's salary for a personal valet from England with a black belt in Karate.
Price: $60,000.

Most expensive way to say "I'm sorry, sweetheart."

Chanel Joaillerie's "Volute" wrap around choker in white gold with twenty six South Sea pearls alternating with 26 diamonds.
Price: $2.7 million.

The coolest martial art ever...

NOWADAYS, it is thought that slaves from Angola,
who were first brought to Brazil in the 16th century,
developed Capoeira as a self-defense technique.

Basing themselves on traditional African dances and rituals,
these slaves practiced Capoeira in the work free hours
left to them, thus training both mind and body
for combat situations. As the slave-masters forbade
any kind of martial art, it was cloaked in the guise
of an innocent-looking recreational dance.
In the 17th century escaped-slaves founded
a number of "quilombos" (hidden slave-governed territories),
in which the Art of Capoeira was further perfected.

The inhabitants of Palmares, the largest of the quilombos,
fought a decade-long war againsttheir colonial oppressors.
Capoeira was used not only in direct combat, it also inspired
the battle strategy itself; feigning retreat, thus luring the
over-confident enemy into remote territories only to strike back
at an unsuspecting place and time.

The official prohibition of Capoeira remained
even after slavery was abolished in 1888.
It was nevertheless practiced by the poorer population
on public hollidays, during work-free hours and similar occasions.
Riots, caused also by police interference, were common.
Persecution and punishment were almost successful in eradicating
Capoeira from the "streets" of Brazil by the 1920's.
In spite of the ban, Master Bimba and Master Pastinha
founded the first Capoeira schools in Salvador, Bahia.
Master Bimba created a new style, the "Capoeira Regional"
(as opposed to the tratditional "Capoeira Angola")
by incorporating new moves and techniques and was
finally successful in convincing the authorities of the cultural
value of Capoeira, thus ending the official ban in the 1930's.

A short biography of an extra ordinary woman...

You all must know about Dracula. But have you ever heard about FEMALE DRACULA or should I say Countess Dracula? This is not just a story, but this is real story. The 1970's film Countess Dracula was the first to deal explicitly with the this. Movie insiders say that a newer version starring Linda Blair, which offers some insight into its predicted quality is in the works right now. Well before watching the movie, let's rethrough a little information about this "COUNTESS DRACULA."

Countess Elizabeth Bathory (1560-1614), was a Hungarian noblewoman, born to one of Hungary's wealthiest and most influential families. The young Countess was a spoiled child, raised by a string of governesses employed to cater to her every need. Though her erratic fits and stand-offish personality were bothersome, she was generally regarded as an intelligent and capable young woman.

At the age of eleven Elizabeth became engaged to 26 year old Count Fernencz Nadasdy, a renowned war hero whose sadistic flair would ultimately earn him fame as "The Black Hero of Hungary."

In her early twenties, Elizabeth, perhaps in a fit of boredom, discovered that torturing servants "tickled her fancy." Unfortunately for the teenage females in the servant population, Elizabeth's choice targets were adolescent girls. She began by ripping their bodies apart with red-hot pincers, setting them on fire, and torturing them with "star-kicking," which entailed oiled bits of paper being placed inbetween the servants' toes; the paper would be lit on fire while the Countess delighted in the spectacle of the girls attempting to kick away the flames. She was known to rip girls' heads apart by pulling their mouths open until they tore at the edges and the neck snapped. On her better days, she delighted in humiliating girls by forcing them to strip naked and perform their household duties in full view of men.

When Fernencz returned home from war, he often indulged in the torture spectacles with his wife, though most accounts note that his capacity for administering agony was vastly exceeded by his wife's, Ferencz would storm off in disgust while Elizabeth squealed in delight. In her late twenties, the Countess bore two daughters and a son, all of whom were promptly relinquished to the care of wet nurses and governesses shortly after birth. Though the Countess ignored her children, she did not include them in her tortures.

When an unfortunate servant girl pulled the Countess' hair while styling it, Elizabeth slapped the girl so hard that blood splashed on her hand. As she went to wipe it off, she believed that the skin touched by the blood had regained the smooth, creamy complexion for which it had once been famous. She consulted her accomplices witches known as Darvulia, Helena Jo, and Dorka. They assured her that the blood of virgins was indeed the proverbial fountain of youth for those who bathed in it. Elizabeth ordered the maid's throat slashed and her blood drained into a large vat. She bathed lavishly in the blood while it was still warm. Thus began a horrific ritual. Hundreds of girls were kidnapped, brought to the castle, and drained of their blood. Often she bit their necks and breasts herself, drinking the blood and eating the flesh from their open wounds. Elizabeth ordered torture devices from German clockmakers and blacksmiths. Soon Csjethe Castle, where she lived out much of her adult life, had a torture chamber in the basement. Aside from the notorious vat and a kitschy iron maiden, there were spiked cages and a spike filled metal orb hanging from the ceiling. Girls were placed in the cylindrical spiked cages and prodded with red hot iron pokers until they impaled themselves on the spikes; others were placed in the spiked orb, which was rocked back and forth like a pendulum until the girl's flesh had been shredded. The cages were fitted with drains at the bottom so that the Countess could stand beneath them for a "blood shower."

Elizabeth's reign of terror continued for years. The casualty list grew into the three digits. Bodies of dead girls were burned, buried beneath the castle floors, or left in the wilderness to be devoured by scavengers. Shockwaves of terror penetrated the surrounding countryside from which most of Elizabeth's victims had been abducted, but few dared speak out for fear of the Countess' infamous wrath. Even the clergy which supposedly responsible for protecting peace and justice. No direct action was taken until the Countess, having exhausted her supply of adolescent girls in the area, began preying on noblewomen of lesser rank. She established a sham "school" for teenage girls of noble birth, inviting them to Csjethe Castle with the promise of education, only to torture them to death for months at a time.

A clergyman finally notified King Matthias of Hungary, who commissioned Elizabeth's cousin, Count Thurzo, to conduct an investigation of the Countess' activities. A raid on the castle proved ghastlier than Thurzo and his men had prepared themselves for one dead girl in the main hallway, another, still alive, whose entire body had been pierced with holes, and several more hung from the rafters of the basement ceiling like gutted deer, their blood emptying into Elizabeth's legendary vat. Fifty bodies were exhumed from the basement of the castle. The roster, discovered in Elizabeth's desk, listed the names of 650 girls who had been murdered. The Countess' accomplicies Dorka, Ficzko, and Thorko, among others were taken into custody, while the Countess herself was placed under house arrest in her castle.

In 1610, the Countess and her accomplices were placed on trial. Dorka, Helena Jo, and Ficzko confessed after lengthy torture sessions. All placed the majority of blame on Anna Darvulia, a witch consort of Elizabeth's who passed away several years prior to the trial. Over 200 witnesses were called, many of whom had little more than hearsay to offer nonetheless, confessions of those close to the Countess' court, as well as the grisly evidence uncovered at Thurzo's raid, provided ample testimony to her guilt. Elizabeth herself never physically appeared in court or admitted to any crime.

Her accomplices, however, were shown no mercy. Dorka and Helena Jo, whose hands had "spilled Christian blood," had their fingers torn out with red-hot pincers before being thrown into a fire; the others were beheaded and burned at the stake. Another cohort, Erszi Majorova, was later beheaded when evidence surfaced linking her to the Countess' sadistic activities.

By law, Elizabeth's noble birth prevented her from sharing the fate of her accomplices, but her cousin Thurzo sentenced her to perpetual imprisonment in her own castle in 1611. Elizabeth was walled into a small chamber in her castle, with only a small hole left open for air and food. The tower still stands today in the modern Slovak Republic. A full transcript of the trial was produced and remains today in the Hungarian State Archive in Budapest.

Countess Elizabeth Bathory never confessed to her crimes, nor did she utter a word of repentence or remorse. After refusing the services of a battalion of priests, she was found dead in her prison in 1614, three years after her initial imprisonment. She was fifty-four years old. Folklore has attributed her death to deprivation of virgins' blood.

Most wanted cyber criminal...

Got this article from Internet. Probably you also want to know about this. Well have fun reading.

Until 1995, when he was jailed for five years in a US federal prison, Kevin Mitnick was at the top of the FBI's "most wanted" list, yet he had killed no one, had no links with the Mafia, had never dealt in drugs, committed serial rape or held up a bank.

Yet he struck fear into the heart of the US Government and corporate America. He was, and remains, America's most notorious cyber criminal, a hacker of great skill who, according to the evidence against him, penetrated some of the most sensitive databases in the world, stole software worth millions of dollars and cost the US Government a fortune before he was caught.

Today, Mr Mitnick is the poacher turned gamekeeper.

Released from prison in January, 2000, he is still banned from using a computer, logging into the Internet, using e-mail or a mobile phone, a prohibition due to be lifted on January 20, 2003 unless, as his supporters suspect it may, the US Government presses further charges against him.

Until recently, he was not even allowed to talk about computers or work in the field as a consultant, but those bans have been lifted and he will speak to Australians in May at an IT security conference in Sydney, telling delegates how to protect themselves against people like him.

He will not be here in person, but will be seen and heard via high-speed Internet video link, an event that, for him, represents a considerable breakthrough in the legal entanglements with which he has lived for almost seven years.

Meantime, Mr Mitnick makes his living with an elderly electric typewriter, writing syndicated newspaper and magazine articles, which he dictates over the telephone to a copytaker. He also earns money speaking as an expert in network design and management and, above all, security, to IT groups.

The manhunt for Mr Mitnick is one of the modern sagas of US criminal history. Teams of FBI agents and private investigators worked day and night tracking the elusive hacker through the labyrinths of the Internet and from one hideout to another before trapping him in Raleigh, North Carolina, not far from the main campus of IBM.

Many in the cyber community, particularly those who object to what they see as the hijacking of the Internet by crass commercialism, vigorously defend Mr Mitnick as the victim of big business and bigger government. Others say he was just a common thief. That the property he took was digital information in cyberspace made his crime no different than if he had tried to steal the crown jewels or truck gold bars out of Fort Knox, they say. He is said to have cost companies, among them Motorola, Novell, Nokia and Sun Microsystems, millions of dollars by stealing their software secrets and altering computer information.

Mr Mitnick's nemesis was not an FBI agent but a Japanese computer scientist, Tsutomu Shimomura, who is a senior fellow at the San Diego Supercomputer Centre in California. Mr Mitnick made the cardinal error of sneaking into Mr Shimomura's computer network and stealing data and e-mails.

Mr Shimomura saw Mr Mitnick's penetration of his network as a gross invasion of his personal privacy. From then on it was a case of the enraged samurai in search of revenge. His relentless pursuit of Mr Mitnick is seen by many in the hacker community as needless persecution of someone who, they say, did no real harm. It was, essentially, a case of one obsessive pursuing another to an inevitable conclusion.

Mr Mitnick's exploits produced several books, one, called Takedown, written by Mr Shimomura in collaboration with John Markoff, the New York Times correspondent in Silicon Valley, was made into a fairly unremarkable movie of the same name.

Mr Mitnick also featured in an earlier book, Cyberpunks, written by Markoff in collaboration with his then wife, Newsweek journalist Katie Haffner.

Critics of the campaign against Mitnick take some pleasure in noting that Markoff and Haffner split up.

Mr Mitnick is disparaging of most corporate and government security measures. Stealing an individual's identity is like taking lollies from a toddler, he says. Most people - even banks and similar financial institutions handling billions of the public's dollars - are woefully lax about passwords, user names and other data used to verify an individual. Many ask for the maiden name of a customer's mother and use that, and/or a birthdate to check an identity. Yet an even moderately keen crook can find such details readily available in public records, he says.

"Many governments and private organisations keep our so-called private information in widely accessible databases, and many opportunities exist for identity thieves to reach it," Mr Mitnick said in a recent article on IT security.

The great Friday the 13th...

Believe in most superstitios ever? Friday the 13th? Have you bother to avoid it? Think twice about it before doing anything on that day? Well I don't. In fact I even feel good on that day. Want to know why? Ask me... Hehe. Well let's start with where "Friday the 13th" actually come from.

Let's look at this for a second:
In order to organize time, human beings created calendars.
As part of today's dominate calendar system, every year is divided into 12 periods called months, consisting of roughly 30 days each.
All days are also grouped into sets of seven, called weeks.
In the Western world, a significant chunk of the population suspects bad things will happen whenever the 13th day of a month occurs on the day of the week called Friday.
Like many human beliefs, the fear of Friday the 13th (known as paraskevidekatriaphobia) isn't exactly grounded in scientific logic. But the really strange thing is that most of the people who believe the day is unlucky offer no explanation at all, logical or illogical. As with most superstitions, people fear Friday the 13th for its own sake, without any need for background information.

The superstition does have deep, compelling roots, however, and the origins help explain why the belief is so widespread today. In this article, we'll look at some of the interesting stories behind this unluckiest of days.

The fear of Friday the 13th stems from two separate fears. The fear of the number 13 and the fear of Fridays. Both fears have deep roots in Western culture, most notably in Christian theology.
Thirteen is significant to Christians because it is the number of people who were present at the Last Supper (Jesus and his 12 apostles). Judas, the apostle who betrayed Jesus, was the 13th member of the party to arrive.

Christians have traditionally been wary of Fridays because Jesus was crucified on a Friday. Additionally, some theologians hold that Adam and Eve ate from the forbidden fruit on a Friday, and that the Great Flood began on a Friday. In the past, many Christians would never begin any new project or trip on a Friday, fearing they would be doomed from the start.

Sailors were particularly superstitious in this regard, often refusing to ship out on a Friday. According to unverified legend, the British Navy commissioned a ship in the 1800s called H.M.S. Friday, in order to quell the superstition. The navy selected the crew on a Friday, launched the ship on a Friday and even selected a man named James Friday as the ship's captain. Then, one Friday morning, the ship set off on its maiden voyage... and disappeared forever. A similar, entirely factual story is the harrowing flight of Apollo 13.

Some historians suggest the Christian distrust of Fridays is actually linked to the early Catholic Church's overall supression of pagan religions and women. In the Roman calendar, Friday was devoted to Venus, the goddess of love. When Norsemen adapted the calendar, they named the day after Frigg, or Freya, Norse goddesses connected to love and sex. Both of these strong female figures once posed a threat to male-dominated Christianity, the theory goes, so the Christian church vilified the day named after them.

This characterization may also have played a part in the fear of the number 13. It was said that Frigg would often join a coven of witches, normally a group of 12, bringing the total to 13. This idea may have originated with the Christian Church itself; it's impossible to verify the exact origins of most folklore. A similar Christian legend holds that 13 is unholy because it signifies the gathering of 12 witches and the devil.

The number 13 could also have been considered pagan because there are 13 months in the pagan lunar calendar. The lunar calendar also corresponds to the human menstrual cycle, connecting the number to femininity.

The Christian perspective on Friday and 13 is the most relevant today, but it's only one part of the Friday the 13th tradition.
Some trace the infamy of the number 13 back to ancient Norse culture. In Norse mythology, the beloved hero Balder was killed at a banquet by the mischievous god Loki, who crashed the party of twelve, bringing the group to 13. This story, as well as the story of the Last Supper, led to one of the most entrenched 13-related beliefs: You should never sit down to a meal in a group of 13.

Another significant piece of the legend is a particularly bad Friday the 13th that occurred in the middle ages. On a Friday the 13th in 1306, King Philip of France arrested the revered Knights Templar and began torturing them, marking the occasion as a day of evil.

Both Friday and the number 13 were once closely associated with capital punishment. In British tradition, Friday was the conventional day for public hangings, and there were supposedly 13 steps leading up to the noose.

Ultimately, the complex folklore of Friday the 13th doesn't have much to do with people's fears today. The fear has much more to do with personal experience. People learn at a young age that Friday the 13th is supposed to be unlucky, for whatever reason, and then they look for evidence that the legend is true. The evidence isn't hard to come by, of course. If you get in a car wreck on one Friday the 13th, lose your wallet, or even spill your coffee, that day will probably stay with you. But if you think about it, bad things, big and small, happen all the time. If you're looking for bad luck on Friday the 13th, you'll probably find it.

Some Chemicals Stuff Which Make You Feel Great But...

Here are some chemicals or mother nature's
part which can make you feel so high, good,
great, invincible, happy, etc. Sound great
isn't it? But don't just think from the good
side. Try think the side effect of them. Here
I'll tell you about what are they, what are
the good effect, and what are the bad effect.

Absinthe: a strong alcoholic liqueur, green
in color and very bitter is taste. Diluted
with cold water poured over a spoonful of sugar
into a shot of absinthe; solution turns opaque
white as the essential oils precipitate out.
Some ascribe aphrodesiac and narcotic properties.
Illegal in the U.S. because most brands contain
artemisia absinthium.

Amphetamine: (C10H15N). Colorless, volatile
liquid (C9H13N in sulfate or phosphate form).
Stimulates central nervous system; used to
enhance performance. Induces feeling of high
energy and loss of appetite. Became popular in
U.S. in 1930s when Cocaine was illegal and
amphetamines plentiful, legal and inexpensive.
Nickname: Bennies, Bendzedrine, Dexedrine, Dexies,
Pep-Pills, MDA.

Barbiturates: Class of drugs (salt or ester
of barbituric acid C4H4O3N2), including barbital
and phenobarbital, prescribed as depressant or
to induce sleep in the absence of pain. Regular
use leads to partial tolerance so increasingly
larger doses are needed to produce the same
result. Overdose easily fatal.

Benzodiazepine: Downer. Family of depressants
used (under many well-known trade names such
as Valium, Xanax, Ativan, Paxipam, Restoril,
Rohypnol, Librium) therapeutically to sedate,
produce sleep, relieve anxiety and muscle spasms,
and to control severe epileptic seizures.
Nickname: Downer.

Cocaine: World's most powerful stimulant of
natural origin; highly addictive; brief effect
(maybe 30 minutes). An alkaloid, a narcotic
and local or topical anaesthetic extracted from
dried leaves of the coca plant, a bushy shrub
native to high altitudes in the Andes Mountains
of South America and cultivated in Java and
other Asian countries, and in Nigeria; used
by the Indians over 5000 years, who chewed
leaves for social, medicinal and religious
purposes. C17H21NO4. Therapeutically used for
local pain relief, generally as a hydrochloride.
Nickname: Coke.

Codeine: An alkaloid C18H21O3N(H2O) derived
from opium. Used for relief from pain and spasm.
Similar to but milder than morphine.

Crack: an extract of cocaine, much more addictive;
gives a short term rush of euphoria; said of Crack
“... crack addicts who would put down the pipe only
long enough to stop puking; some would pimp for
their kids or parents to get another hit; plain
old Coke never did that.”
In heavy users there may be hallucinations of
insects crawling under the skin, followed by severe
depression, agitated delirium and toxic paranoia.
While one must take the drug to appreciate the
experience, it is at best very imprudent; it is
profoundly unwise to allow it into your system.
There is one time in life when taking crack is
sensible, harmless and both emotionally and
intellectually satisfying: at the end of life
when there is no hope of recovery, bringing
life to a close with a transcendentally
orgasmic bang.

Crack Nicotine: More addictive than crack cocaine;
lethal in minute dosage.

DMT: n,n-DieMethylTryptamine. Hallucinogenic
that is smoked or injected. Injected the high
is realized within 10-15 minutes and gone within
60; smoked the high is realizeed within 10 seconds
and fully gone within 10 minutes.

DOM: a tryptamine derivative, member of
phenethylamine family (mescaline, ecstasy, etc).
A psychedelic slow to take effect and of long
duration. Tolerance develops with repetition.

Ecstasy: of amphetamine family. Drug of choice
at raves; stimulant and hallucinogen; gives a
‘drunk feeling’ without the hangover. There is
no evidence it is addictive. When the price of
3-4 pills became too expensive, speed became
the cheaper alernative.
Nick name: X, E, MDMA, Happy Pills.

Ephedrine: An alkaloid C10H15NO originally
derived from the Ephedra plant and used to relieve
congestion and asthma and to constrict blood vessels.
Over-the-counter substitute for amphetamine.
Nickname: White-cross.

GHB: Gamma- HydroxyButyrate. Non-addictive.
“Date rape drug.” Found naturally in every
cell in the human body. A sedative. Effects can be
felt 5-20 minutes after taking and last 1-1/2 to
3 hours. Effects are very dose-dependent. Despite
its general safety and lack of toxicity, its safe
use requires information, preparation, caution and
good judgment. Since its availability is a gray
market activity, concerns about quality and purity
should be kept in mind.

Hashish: Various preparations of the various hemp
plants of the Near East, including India. Smoked,
chewed, drunk. Narcotic or intoxicant. Bhang
(comparable in potency to marijuana in the U.S.)
from uncultivated plants is a pleasant-tasting l
iquid; Ganja, from tops of cultivated plants, is
next most potent; most potent is Charas, scraped
as a resin from cultivated plants and compressed
for smoking. See also Marijuana

Hemp: a group of plants including cannabis (which
has hallucinogenic properties); grown for fiber content.
In USA many hemps are prohibited in commercial
production because of similarity to cannabis. In Colonial
U.S. hemp cultivation was encouraged by Government and
in Virginia farmers were required to grow hemp; its
cultivation was encouraged during World War II for its
fibers. Until recently the long fibers from hemp were
the best-known and most widely used textile fibers on
Earth; it is still grown as sisal, jute and under other
names.

Heroin: Derived from opium. C21H23NO5. A maintenance
drug requiring daily dosage; addictive.

Ketamine: Veterinary and human anesthetic; its action
is to dissociate mind and body, which results in
profound hallucinations and sensations of entering
another reality.

LSD: Not addictive. LySergic acid Diethylamide (an
amide of lysergic acid C15H15N2CON(C2H5)2. Hallucinogen
of unpredictable psychological effect used in the study
of schizophrenia and other mental disorders. Colorless,
odorless, slightly bitter taste. Takes effect 30-90
minutes; may last several hours. Dilated pupils, higher
body temperature, increased heart rate and blood pressure,
sweating, loss of appetite, sleeplessness, dry mouth and
tremors. Sensations change much more dramatically than the
physical signs. Nick name: Acid.

Marijuana: an intoxicant in popularity second to
alcohol; dried flowers and leaves of cannabis hemp
smoked for euphoric effects. Nickname: Cannabis,
Pot, Reefer, too many nicknames to be put here.

Mescaline: the hallucinogenic ingredient in peyote.

Methamphetamine: Highly addictive, a white crystaline
derivative from amphetamine used in the form of its
hydrochloride as a drug with stronger stimulating
action than amphetamine, about twice as strong as
Dexedrine.
Nickname: Zip, Spoosh, Speed, Shi-Shi, Shabu, Scootie,
Methedrine, Crystal Meth, Load Of Laundry, Ice, Go-Fast,
Glass, Geep, Crank, Chicken-Feet, Chalk, Boo, Cat.

Morphine: The principle alkaloid of opium. C17H19O3N(H2O).
Used for pain relief despite serious side effects such
as addiction.

Mushrooms, psilocybin: hallucinogenic.

Opium: addictive narcotic drug extracted from various
poppies cultivated in various parts of the world;
contains alkaloids such as morphine, codeine, papaverine;
smoked as intoxicant and medically to relieve pain and
produce sleep. Acute poisoning presents symptoms not
easily distinguished from those produced by alcohol or
stroke.

PCP: PhenCyclohexyl Piperidine, developed as a surgical
anesthetic; a stimulant in moderate doses but a
depressant in larger doses. Pure PCP is a white
crystalline powder that dissolves in water. Depending
on manufacture it may be tan to brown, from powder to
a gummy mess. At low to moderate doses breathing rate,
blood pressure and pulse increase, respiration becomes
shallow, sweating is profuse; general numbness in
extremities and poorer muscular coordination; in
psychological effect similar to alcohol. In high doses
it may cause nausea, vomiting, blurred vision, drooling,
loss of balance and dizziness; it may cause illusions
and hallucinations. Nickname: Angel Dust.

Peyote: : A small cactus containing mescaline, a
hallucinogen; used by the American Indians in ceremonies.
Eaten or used to brew a tea.

PMA: paramethoxyamphetamine; makes body temperature
dangerously high.

Salvia: hallucinogen; smoke dried leaves or chew fresh
leaves; moderate doses can be lethal.

Snuff: Leaf of the tobacco plant in powdered form.

Steroids: Group of compounds including sterols,
bile acids, sex hormones, etc. Having the ring
structure of the sterols, which are solid cyclic
unsaturated alcohols such as cholesterol.

Probably some of you know more than me and think
that my information is not correct, just let me
know. I'll fix them right the way. Is there any
of you guys can provide me with prices of these
stuff? It'll be a plus point for my next story. Peace...

Love Song

Hoobastank - The Reason

I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I found a reason for me
To change who I use to be
A reason to start over new
And the reason is you

I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it the way
And me the one who catches all your tears
That's why I need you to hear

I found a reason for me
To change who I use to be
A reason to start over new
And the reason is you
And the reason is you
And the reason is you
And the reason is you

I'm not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I found a reason for me
To change who I use to be
A reason to start over new
And the reason is you
I found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you

E-Type

My mind keeps drifting back to things we said this morning
Now I'm sitting here alone, watching the world pass me by
Every time we part I fell like I'm falling
No matter what you think I still love you

You will always be a part of me, no matter what we do
You will always hold a piece of me wherever I may go
Always....

The sky gets darker and I sense that you are far and away
I miss the times we had when things were going our way
But every time we part you know how much it hurts me
No matter what you think I still love you.

You will always be a part of me, no matter what we do
You will always hold a piece of me, wherever I may go
Always....

Carpenters - Close To You

why do birds suddenly appear
every time you are near?
just like me, they long to be
close to you

why do stars fall down from the sky
every time you walk by?
just like me, they long to be
close to you

On the day that you were born,
the angels got together
and decided to create a dream come true.
So they sprinkled moondust in your hair of gold
and starlight in your eyes of blue,

That is why all the boys(girls) in town
follow you all around
just like me, they long to be
close

On the day that you were born,
the angels got together
and decided to create a dream come true.
So they sprinkled moondust in your hair of gold
and starlight in your eyes of blue,

That is why all the boys(girls) in town
follow you all around
just like me, they long to be
close

Amiel - Lovesong

It's one thing to ask, why we break up
Have you ever, wondered why it is we fall in love?
Can you tell me, do you know what it is you're looking for?
Why do we need? Can you tell me why I care?
How is that we heed, that voice that says, 'I want you there'?

Thanks you've been fuel for thought
Now I'm more lonely than before
But, thats okay
I've just went and made another f*cking love song
And thanks you've been fuel for thought
Now I'm more lonely than before
But, that's okay
I've just went and made another f*cking love song

In a single moment, you might be perfect
And sit in a window of my life
But how much? How much more would I get to see?
What would I strive to hide? Now there will be no compromise
So take it in your stride, I'll believe you now with a smile

Thanks you've been fuel for thought
Now I'm more lonely than before
But, thats okay
I've just went and made another f*cking love song
And thanks you've been fuel for thought
Now I'm more lonely than before
But, that's okay
I've just went and made another f*cking love song

Look into my eyes, ours was no love sacrifice
For it has helped us to grow
And I'm sorry I know just how far I have to go alone

Thanks you've been fuel for thought
Now I'm more lonely than before
But, that's okay
I've just went and made another f*cking love song
And thanks you've been fuel for thought
Now I'm more lonely than before
But, that's okay
I've just went and made another fucking love song

I've just went and made another love song
Just went and made another love song

Irresistable hairstyle ever for you guys n gals out there.

This is the undeniable timeless cool looking hair style. No matter you are white, yellow, green, black, pink or whatever skin color you have. Ow wait, do you know what I am talking about right now? Dreadlock? Sounds familiar? If you have no idea what that is, it's ok. Don't feel ashame of yourself. At least now you know. Know Bob Marley? His hair is dreadlock. Got it now?

It takes a litlle work to make dreadlocks happen in straigt hair, but you can handle it. I'll try to give you some tips and instruction and see if I can help you sport some phatty dreadlocks asap! Dreadlocks are prolly the coolest hair style ever. Chicks dig'em on dudes, Dudes are all about'em on Chicks. They're just plain cool. First of I gotta say that dreadlocks are not dirty like some missled peoples believe. Sure, they can be dirty, but so can you hair when its straight. It's just a matter of how you take care of it. You can use dread wax to start your dreads and they will be totally washable. No need to let that shizz get all rank. Dreadlocks actually tighten faster when you keep'em clean.
There's two things that you never ever wanna submit your dreadies to:
- Conditioners
- Combing

After you start your dreads you won't comb or brush your hair, the idea of a dreadlock is that the hair gets tangled and knotted, then after a lil while the knots get tighter and smooth out into a dread. You can help this process a lot by
1. Knotting the hair up to start
2. Using the right stuff to hold the knots together in that crucial time when they are "locking up".

The knotting can be done with a fine tooth comb, any will wurk as long as its really strong. Metal pet combs are great cuz they won't break no matter how hard you pull on'em. The proccess of dreading up this hair, or knotting it up really, (the dreadlocks happen after you wax it) is called backcombing. You backcomb the hair by grabbing a bundle of it (usually about the size of ur finger) and sliding the comb toward your head.

You bunch up the hair as tight as you can get it. Its best to have a friend help you. Its even better if ur friends gettin dreads too. That way you can help each other out. So you tangle the hair up with the comb like you are teasing it but you pack it in real tight. So you get it knotted up into a shap that looks like a dreadlock, it's knot really a dreadlock yet though. Dreads take time, this is preparing your hair to dread. Dredlocks cannot be made overnight, no matter what you do you'll need to give the hair time before it will form dredlocks. Dredlocks is a process and these methods make dredlocks turn out great over and over. If you do this stuff right you're gunna have sweet ass lookin dreadlocks in about 4 or 5 weeks. If you just leave the hair alone and don't wash it or comb it, hoping it will turn into dredlocks, it usually takes about 7 to 8 months before you have dreads. You'd prolly end up cutting it all off long before that thought cuz it would look frizzy and wack the whole time and itch like a bitch cuz you didn't wash it. So the secret is use dread wax. Using the wax you can keep them clean and they will look good while they are locking and of course they lock way faster.

One quick caution to all you cats runnin for the toothpaste right now. Don't play scientist with your hair. You can really damage your scalp by experimenting with random house hold products trying to make dreads. People try peanut butter, toothpaste, eggs, polyurithane, gum, normal beeswax, honey, mollasses, and about a zillion other things. None of the shit works and it makes your head nasty and itchy. Some things will actually dammage your hair folicles and you'll go bald at 25. Don't play, use only approved hair products. The best one by far is called Dread Head. They make other stuff thats good for dreads too like dread soap, and somthin to help your dreads tighten faster. After you get the hair knotted into the shape that you want you put rubberbands on each dredlock. Put one on the tip(end) of each dreadlock and one on the root base of each dread. The root one you'll take off in a few weeks, the tip one you can leave on there, the dredlock will swallow it as it grows and leave you with a nice round tip. Ok, now you gett'em secured, its time to wax'em up. Use hair dryer, this way the wax melts into the dread where it does the most good and the out side of the dreadlock won't feel waxy. Take about 1/2 a finger tip full and squeeze and rub and twist it into each dredlock. Keep goin till you got all the dreadlocks waxed. And that's it. You finally finish the steps of dreadlocking. Now you only have to maintain till it goes to natural looks. Natural like my god, Bob Marley.