Stupidity...

Today i was watching tv. And i learn't a new level of stupidity, Malaysians. Apparently "we" are boycotting American & Israeli/Jewish products. Well go ahead. They even started a website with a list of products!. Total retards if you ask me. They were showing Coke, Mc Donalds, Starbucks & etc on tv. Telling Malaysians to boycot these products. Well if you ask me, these "people" are total retards and hypocrties. If you want to boycott products, go all the way. Why wouldn't they? Cause if they do. No Microsoft, No Apple, No Ford. Fuck there will be no banks! Come on people, Where are your brains at. Oops my bad, they HAVE NONE! i swear i love this country so so much, everything about it. Its Perfect, Just that we have retards in control. Who don't think before saying or doing anything. Well lets see how far this boycott thing will go before it all dies down. And those Mercy Malaysia retards want to go and help palestines. Like once again, ok go ahead. but do you know why they are at war this time? cause they VOTED FOR FUCKING TERRORIST TO RUN THE GAZA STRIP!!! HAMAS! Like duhhhh people are going to get pissed off. I mean even Saudi Arabia, UAE, Jordan, Egypt are not saying anything. And Mercy Malaysia, Half was across the world are making a fuss? Get real people! I think there are Malaysian who need help. So how about helping them? no? still want to go half was across the wotrld? well suit yourselfs. None of this affects me, Cause i ain't going to stop drinking coke, Not gona stop Mc Donalds, And most definetly not gona stop using my pc. So go ahead and make fools of yourselfs..... AGAIN.

-Sean Ray-

So Close, Yet So Far...

When you want something that is really hard to get. It kills ya inside, doesn't it? doesn't it always. Well there's something i want and need but i cant have. Simply because its really far away. does that make sense? i hate the words no, impossible, never & etc. Its always possible, regardless what so ever(It Has To Be Humanly Possible). I should be able to go where ever i want to. Spiritually or Physically, Im Supposed to be able too. But fuck! The system has us caught again. And the outcome of that control keeps me in this dark hole. Pull me out! Please Do!

-Sean Ray- 20/12/08

*Wrote When Was Out Of Planet Earth*

Smiles All Over. Peace!!

Hey... Well i guess i start here. Firstly i'm so happy right now. Everything just seems perfect. And well i got to give thanks and praise for that. Its holiday time again and well the smiles are everywhere. The past few days of me hanging out at Mid Valley, I see smiles on everyone's faces. It makes me feel good. Finally seeing people come together. Well i ought to say, ITS ABOUT FREAKING TIME!! I mean all the time, lookin' at those stuck up faces(looks like totaly assholes to me). And well this time its all smiles... =) Today turns out to be my birthday aswell. So it just makes everything more perfect. My friends are fuckin' awesome. No doubt about that, i just hope i dont get Egged later. So yeah, im glad people are finally happy and put a halt to all this racist shit. And those JAKIM assholes running wild all over the place. Banning yoga and stuff?? i mean its friggin' yoga!!! Chill the fuck out yo.. lol... well enough of that. I hope the rest of the day is gona be totally of earth and yeh. Its about time we all had a blast yeh. Peace & Love.. Od Yavo Shalom Aleinou =)

Everyone Loved Mercedes...

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I was going through a magazine today and i found this. And i decided to put this article up and hopefully it shows how i feel and also sends a message.

Everyone Loved Mercedes
By Anne Mullens

The first time I really saw Mercedes-Rae Clarke, she was in Grade 7, standing in the schoolyard, a tiny bird of a girl with big brown eyes and an impish smile. She was 12 years old and my daughter Kate’s new friend.

I had heard about “Merch” from Kate for months. Mercedes had moved into my daughter’s French-immersion class in Victoria earlier that year, a new kid from Calgary thrown among a tight group of students who had been together since kindergarten. Soon she was among the most popular in the crowd. All the boys had a crush on her, and all the girls wanted to be her friend, consulting her on hair and clothes and music and all the things 12-year-old girls spend so much time talking about. Kate would say, “Merch says this” and “Merch does that.”

But this was the first time I’d had a good look at her. And I thought: What a beautiful girl. What eyes! She had a big smile and a big laugh for someone so petite and delicate. The other girls towered over her.

Over the next 18 months, I got to know her, driving her in a carpool to dance class each week, often hosting the sleepovers that seemed to occur almost every weekend at someone’s home. This is the Mercedes I knew: an adventurous, outgoing sprite who loved to shop and socialize, excelled at dance, loved to try out new hairstyles. My daughter Maddy, two years younger than Kate, idolized Merch because, unlike with some of the older girls, when Merch came over, Maddy wasn’t excluded. Merch would brush Maddy’s hair and give her a new hairstyle and include her in all the talk.

A video of Mercedes from a school camping trip last spring shows her sitting by the campfire at night, stuffing one marshmallow after another into her mouth until she reaches an astonishing ten, cheeks puffed out like a crazy chipmunk, and her classmates doubling over in laughter. That was a typical Mercedes moment: an imp with eyes dancing in merriment, playing the crowd.

A few times, on dance-class nights, her mother, Sherry, would call to say she couldn’t get away from work just yet. Could Mercedes stay with us until she could pick her up? Sherry worked at a downtown funeral home as a mortician. I knew her call meant a family was having trouble with a death and she needed to spend extra time with them. “Of course,” I’d say, knowing first-hand the juggle working mothers do to keep children safe, with friends.

Sherry was a hard-working, compassionate, strong mother of three. Along with Mercedes, she had two sons: Chris, a married adult, and Kody, a year older than Mercedes. Sherry had mustered the courage to leave an unhealthy relationship with Mercedes’s father to forge a new life on her own in Victoria with her two younger children. They lived in the suburbs, but Sherry wanted Mercedes to have the benefits of a French-immersion program near her work, and that entailed a long commute to and from town for the two of them every day.

The last time Mercedes was at our house, before the fateful day that changed everything, Kate and Mercedes spent a lazy August afternoon, hanging around our backyard, jumping on the trampoline with Maddy and mugging and posing with our digital camera.

And then, around dinnertime on Monday, September 5, 2005, the day before she was to start Grade 9, Kate burst out of her room, tears streaming down her face. Mercedes, she wailed, had tried the drug ecstasy. She had never tried any drugs before. She was now in hospital on life-support!

Our first reaction was utter disbelief. After phone calls, however, our disbelief turned to shock and despair. The day before, on a sunny Sunday afternoon in a lush Victoria park, Mercedes had decided to swallow a tiny pink pill given to her by a friend. She was with two girlfriends; one had tried ecstasy before and said it was fun. That girlfriend had bought three pills for about $10 each from a guy on the street in downtown Victoria.

When the three girls swallowed the little pink pills, Mercedes began almost immediately to vomit. Soon she complained of a terrible headache and that she couldn’t see. Then her eyes rolled back into her head, and her body contorted in a seizure. One of the girls ran to the nearby house of a family friend to get help.

When Sherry arrived at the hospital about 90 minutes later, her child was unconscious, medical staff working around her. Mercedes never woke up again. Over the next 24 hours, she continued to have seizures, her blood pressure skyrocketed, her temperature soared, she had multiple heart attacks and resuscitations. She was placed on life-support on Sunday night. Everyone prayed a miracle would save her.

By late Monday night, Mercedes’s brain scan showed no activity: The tiny pink pill had rendered her brain-dead. Sherry was then faced with what must be a parent’s most agonizing decision: to disconnect her child from life-support, donate her organs and let her die. The medical staff gave the family time to say goodbye. On Tuesday, the halls outside Mercedes’s room were full of people: cousins, aunts and uncles, and friends. Sherry asked that close friends such as Kate come to see Mercedes.

For kate and me, saying goodbye to Mercedes in the pediatric ICU is a devastating memory that will never leave us. She was lying, pale and motionless, in an ICU bed surrounded by machines, tubes in her arm and throat, her lungs rising and falling to the whoosh of a ventilator. Her beautiful brown eyes, once so lively and bright, stared out, vacant and dull.

Mercedes was removed from life-support that Tuesday evening. Her organs were harvested for transplantation. Because Sherry was a licensed mortician, the hospital allowed her to collect her daughter’s body directly from the operating room. Sherry and her trusted friend and colleague Bill wrapped Mercedes in a blanket and took her that night to the funeral home. There Sherry washed and prepared her daughter’s body for her funeral. To me the tenderness and despair of performing such a final act for one’s own child is heartbreaking.

For Sherry there are important messages she needs the world to know: Mercedes was a good kid from a good home who made a single bad decision.

Sherry says the coroner’s office told her a few weeks later that the drug was pure ecstasy—not laced with crystal meth, as rumour had it. Sherry also wants the world to know: “Ecstasy is seen as the fun drug, the one to take to a party and have a good time with, not nearly as bad as crystal meth. But ecstasy can kill, too.”

And Sherry wants other kids across Canada to remember Mercedes. If they hear friends talking about trying ecstasy, she pleads, have the courage to tell a parent or a teacher: It could save a life. “Mercedes made a mistake for all of you,” she says. “Learn from her mistake.”

A few weeks ago, when we pulled out the digital camera for a family occasion, we stumbled upon a forgotten picture of Mercedes: that last day in August, caught in mid-air while jumping on our trampoline, big smile, hair flying, skinny arms and legs flailing—so alive and vigorous. So full of promise.

And, for the hundredth time these last few months, my heart broke anew.

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I wish she had another chance. Such a nice girl who made one bad decision payed for it with her life. And they say there's a god? Well that explains why our leaders make millions of mistakes and are still alive. Bastards. Peace & Love to Mercedes-Rae Clarke :)

The Great "Eye" In The Sky...

Funny thing is, that its not hidden or kept from the public. Its everywhere!. Its right in your faces!!! Anyone who deals in US Dollars see's it everyday!!!! Its right there!!! The Great "Eye" In The Sky. The Pyramid with the Eye. Like the one in France, The top of the Washington Monument. On the Dollar Bills!! Still Blur? How bout this one??!!

Ring A Bell??

They watch us. They keep reminding us the they are in control. Control of everything. Some conservative's go all out for god and stuff. Well apparently they created the whole conspiracy of "GOD". Well lets move on then, Obama? Bush? Clinton?... Well i wonder who they work for? Well yeah they could change things a little cause they have the public's support but at the end of the day. Their necks are held by "THEM". Ok lets take a minute and look at a few more logos that im sure all of you know. Well you'll see what i mean.




Hell i see it everyday looking out of my window. The cititel logo. Well all in all its all related to 666. I mean i can only say so much here. Go out and check it out more. Youtube and google. you'll find alot of stuff. Trust me alot!! Well here are a few more pictures showing you the hidden symbols of "THEM".

Can you see the OWL?? In the corner??

Well they're everywhere. And still ruling and controlling us all. All the Genocides, Assassinations, Wars & etc. All caused and done by "THEM". Well now I'm going to give y'all the names so you can go do your research yourself. Freemason's, The Illuminati, Bohemian Grove & The Skull & Bones Connection. Check em out. It'll freak you out. Well it did freak me out at first. But hey, what can ya do. Right? Peace! And lots of love. Here are the logo's of the groups.

Bohemian Grove

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So yeah, Hope that made some sense to ya'll.

War...

This is a speech by the almighty Haile Selassie and it was turned into a song called War by Bob Marley. The speech was delivered to the United Nations in 1968. But this version is just tweaked a little bit to suite our situation.

"That until the philosophy which holds one race superior and another inferior is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned: That until there are no longer first-class and second class citizens of any nation; That until the color of a man's skin is of no more significance than the color of his eyes; That until the basic human rights are equally guaranteed to all without regard to race; That until that day, the dream of lasting peace and world citizenship and the rule of international morality will remain but a fleeting illusion, to be pursued but never attained and until the ignoble but unhappy regimes that hold our brothers in Afghanistan, in Iraq, and in Malaysia in subhuman bondage have been toppled and destroyed; until bigotry and prejudice and malicious and inhuman self-interest have been replaced by understanding and tolerance and goodwill; until all mankind stand and speak as free human beings, equal in the eyes of the Almighty; until that day, the whole world shall not know peace. We humans will fight if necessary and we know that we shall win as we are confident in the victory of good over evil" Every where is war, War in the east, War in the west, War war war, war War down south & up north.

As i keep saying over and over again. Break free from the system. One Love

Down Side...

Here we go again... the down side of things... doesn't this happen every few months or so? well i think its simply just plain fucked up. This is the time where everything seems to be at the down. Your friendships might start to get a little messed up, your love life might just fall apart. Or hell, you might even get fooled or back stabbed. I pretty much hate all that, but there is one thing that i really really hate. The hate and rage i feel for that is probably how Lucifer feels about Jesus. And that would be people who act like they got everything all planned out. Basically they get on your good side and end up fucking you up. I mean come on. I've been through that like a thousand times already. And there still seems to me smart asses who want to cross that path. Well sorry mate, I ain't gona take your shit. I rather just spill it all. Ok now enough of that. I somehow went into a blind rage of anger earlier today. There was a lot of swearing and i was pretty much gona slam all my things all over the place. But somehow i managed to restrain myself and took a walk. That let to me breathing really hard and before i knew it tears were about to stream down. Honestly, that freaked me out like fuck! I've never felt like that before. And well lets just say i ended up calling the Befrienders. No shit. I mean i laugh when i look back at it now. But it really freaked me out. Oh and btw, This is for "YOU", Im sorry mate but you just simply deserve it.