tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994310741189372542024-02-08T13:01:19.194+08:00The Coquet of LifeHoneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-86171630156920775302009-03-02T11:30:00.000+08:002009-03-02T11:31:55.774+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>BLOG UNDER CONSTRUCTION</strong></span>Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-47593067236670672602009-02-05T14:44:00.002+08:002009-02-05T15:01:53.729+08:00Have you ever wanted something so bad that you'd do almost anything for it ?<br />I have. And currently, the thing that I want most is to go to Parsons to study. It somehow seems that the world is against me for this.<br />Initially I was going to apply for spring 09(<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">November</span>) but they <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dont</span>' offer foundation <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">thn</span>, and if you'd have to have 12 foundation credits if you want to...and in Malaysia to get 12 foundation credits in less <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">thn</span> a year it's kinda...impossible.<br />And I cant apply for Fall 09 (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">feb</span>) because I don't have my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">spm</span> results and I didn't have enough time to do a portfolio. Having <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">spm</span> kinda kills your inspiration.<br />So now all I'm left is applying for the Fall 10 (next year <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">feb</span>) application.<br />And it's not guaranteed that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Im</span> going to get in.<br />So If i do that, it's really a big risk. :<br />Now, another reason why parsons seems crazy, it's 5 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">yearss</span>, one year being foundation obviously.<br />So, the fee's for parsons per year is about $50, 000<br />Which is about RM120, 000 ++per year<br />which becomes a total <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">offff</span><br />RM120,000++ * 5 = RM600, 000++<br />And that's enough to do veterinary!<br />which I think is a little overpriced for arts school but I guess being the best arts school with a history of celebrity alumni...it's okay?<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">gahh</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Idontknowanymore</span> ):Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-52428612128246330352009-01-19T01:20:00.002+08:002009-01-19T01:32:39.174+08:00Rules: take your answer to the question, and type it into urban dictionary, then post a definition for your answer.<br />Enjoy!!<br /><a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/">www.urbandictionary.com</a><br />anyone who does this, pls write a note on tagboard, i'd love to know your answers (:<br /><br />1.)Your name?<br />Honey<br /><br />a hot mama, a girl who has everything. The looks, brains and has an aura- a girl who makes your heart race<br />"wow, she's gonna be a honey when she gets older"<br /><br />2.)One of your friends?<br />Ivan<br /><br />He is the sexiest man alive and really sweet and so fuking attractive!!!<br />totally fukable<br /><br />3.)What should you be doing?<br />Sleeping<br /><br />When u close your eyes and think of perverted things, which will never actually happen.<br />The man woke up from his sleep and realized that there werent seven women surrounding him.<br /><br />4.)Favorite color?<br />Green<br /><br />1) Marijuana 2) Money 3) the horny color 4) envious 5) the color<br />1) let's go smoke some green 2) look at the green of my bills 3) jane is wearing green.. she's horny! 4) bobby is green with envy. 5) grass is the color green!<br /><br />5.)Birthplace?<br />Penang<br /><br /><br />One of the great mysteries of life, penang is the predominant (or soon to be predominant) term for a vagina. You know, a <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=pussy">pussy</a>. A <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=meat%20taco">meat taco</a>. <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Poonany">Poonany</a>. Fill in what slang you will; it won't feel as satisfying as using "penang". Penang is more than just an anatomical fact. It is a way of life. Loved by almost all men on earth (and statistically 3 out of every 10 women), It has spawned books, plays, music, not to mention the entirety of creation. Seriously, penang is more accomplished than <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Martha%20Stewart">Martha Stewart</a> post-indictment. Used most frequently in concert with the ever popular boba, when referring to other equally awesome parts of the female anatomy. May also be used as an expletive, but this should only occur when all other words fail to suffice in expressing your anger/shock/amazement/joy.<br />"My penang itches." "Why won't anyone love my penang?" "Daammn, will you look at the bobas on that girl! I'd like to rock her penang." Really, the possibilities are endless.<br /><br />6.)Month of birth?<br />June<br /><br />The month the hottest people in the world are born.<br />DAMN! i'm hot i was born in june! <br /><br />8.) Last person you talked to?<br />Calvin<br /><br />Also known as the Calvinator, this male is a good example of a hard-working overachiever. Past times include: tennis, girls, tennis, and girls.<br />Boy: I want to be a Calvin! Other boy: You shall never be like Calvin! There is only one! He is t3h pwn!Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-24932674634454121282009-01-17T01:18:00.003+08:002009-01-17T01:28:06.483+08:00<div align="center">If I should die this very moment, I wouldn't fear, for I've never known completeness...</div><div align="center">~moulin rouge</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">I Think</span><br />Sometimes I feel there's a<em> hole</em> inside me; an <em>emptiness</em> that at times seems to burn...it cant go away...and<em> it wont</em>. It's here to stay. To <em>rip</em> open; to <em>tear</em> further and <em>more severe</em> every time i get hurt. To remind me that <em>I am but only human</em>...</div>Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-25345439897504048772009-01-15T02:14:00.002+08:002009-01-15T02:47:32.071+08:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;">I can't believe that even in this modern day we are still facing discrimination. I really thought that hey maybe, just <em>MAYBE</em> that phase of the human race was over, that <em>MAYBE</em> we could all look at each other not as Indians, Malays, mamaks, Chinese, Muslim, christian and Hindu but as <u>human beings</u>. If you think about it, what makes you better than me? So you're tan and I'm fair- does that mean you're better? Or maybe you came across a fair person who was a fucking bitch from hell, does that mean that <em>I</em> am of the same kind? <em>that I am a fucking bitch from hell?</em> <strong>NO</strong>, because we are all individuals. We are each our own person with thoughts, rights and opinions. <strong>WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TO THINK ANY LESSER OF ME?</strong> Think about it, I have a heart, you have a heart. Cut me with a knife i bleed, stab you- you bleed! <em>BIG SURPRISE</em>. and if you're gonna discriminate the blood that flows in my veins, before you do, Its RED. the <em>exact</em> same colour of yours. I don't believe in god. I don't believe in faith. I don't think god exists because there's so much pain and suffering in the world which is really not needed- innocent children esp. People who don't deserve it. There is no god. There is only man. man who have made this world like this. and if there's this <em>phony-baloney</em> god la, why create religion ? why create colour? why create difference being the all-knowing-being that it would separate people when it is meant to unite! Why not make us all blue! hell, why even create gender! We could all just breed like unicellular organisms! I'm sorry if I offended anyone esp those who believe in God, please don't hate me- that's just my view. It's a touchy issue, I know. that's why i rarely bring it up.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;">I have been an object of discrimination left right and centre. It sometimes hurts so badly. I doubt many of you would understand. Being disliked just because someone assumed you Malay ( WHICH I AM FUCKING NOT! ) or someone thinks you're Indian. My mom told me when she was a kid she had no friends because she was mixed. She was neither a Chinese, an Indian or a Malay. Discrimination starts at home. If your parents do it, most likely you will too. What haven't I gone through, racial discrimination, gender discrimination AND religious discrimination. It's a very bad feeling being discriminated. <em>You feel dirty. You feel disgusting. You feel worthless. You wonder what's wrong with you</em>? but in reality that's not the right question, it's <u>what's wrong with them</u>. I understand if people want you to stay away from Indians because their supposedly "gangsters" or Malays because they'll "convert you" or Christians "because they believe in Christ". The reasons get more and more absurd. but it's their mindset, You cant blame them, but when is it going to stop? <strong>WHEN IS IT GOING TO STOP.</strong> it's not like everyone who's Indian is a gangster or chinks are all lala's. COMMON. I really hate this. I really hate this. Words cant even explain how much this irks me, TOTALLY PISSES ME OFF! to everyone who has ever discriminated, FUCK YOU, CHANGE YOUR MINDSET, GROW UP. If you want to hate someone, <em>hate the whole fucking world</em>- seriously. I am not a Malay, I am not a Chinese, I am not a christian, I am neither a man nor a woman, <em>I am a human</em>, respect me for who I am and not what i am supposed to be based on my gender, colour or religion. It is very simple. My religion is kindness. My race is equality. and my gender is insignificant.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;">Why do we seem destined to define ourselves with labels? Labels are mere words. If we want others to know what we are, why not show them? Show them through action. Actions still speak louder than words. I do not care if you are a Buddhist, a Muslim, a White, a Christian, a Hindu, a Black, a Jew, a follower of any countless other faiths, traditions, paths, colour, race or religions that are spread throughout this World.We are all one. One human family, one world, one universe. As the Dalai Lama says it, "All human beings come from a mother's womb. We are all the same part of one human family. We should have a clear realization of the oneness of all humanity." Only when we understand this, there would be no racism or religious discrimination or sexual discrimination.</span></p>Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-55082254454259005692009-01-11T16:26:00.003+08:002009-01-11T16:33:37.234+08:00<div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br />Ive been doing alot of manips lately- it's really fun to do.<br /><br /><br /><br />Anywyas I've been kind of twiddling over the thought of changhing my blogskin but I cant seem to fine any that I like so far, so I was thinking until I made my own, if Ichanged the image on the top it'd look better? or<em> fresh</em> ?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Well, here's the picture in mind.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289951192698589218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVAyGIuH2uOd95fABXNq6mxAa42637IiM2fDiBUK6_DyaxMbqS28lo8CsOuMPE1z8fdU6AY2NTW58Zxq6HaQOmSsaWSIgT5jadrdux6Ge9ifyrhXxwjbPvUgW2EvHC0dBNR02t-Nzn6p8/s320/DSC05171.JPG" border="0" />le original<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289951194870919666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG9e28jhsPG2-rJTZn1G-kpCYii2mxtTPZxKFszVE3_Z5g0wEjC3ifR7-VoaFUcW-4XK1IWgrFGmKx3rKeC18w2D5hd1R-bcDnPEukkeC4CoHfjWG-j997UDrzyLhkWz-HgI0EzvMT8NE/s320/DSC05171a.jpg" border="0" />Le picture edite<br /><br />Comments in the cbox much appreciated cz im two minds abt it. I cant decide.<br /><br /><br />Ps: and no it's not emo, and im not trying to be emo, i just got an idea to theme my blog "in silence I shall speak"<br /></div>Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-7215522844243905082008-12-30T22:08:00.002+08:002008-12-30T22:35:08.902+08:00Wow, isn't it scary how time flies? It's new years eve. 2008 is ending. Everything that ended with an 08 will never repeat itself and will go into the halls of memories. Memories. Ah. How I wish we could remember everything exactly the way it was. Remembering every day, every touch, every scent and every colour. Picturing everything the exact way it was but alas that wasn't a gift given to us. But triggers can awaken those memories and we'll smile as we look back upon time- a melancholic smile. A smile that will bring back the bittersweet moments that have come and gone. It makes me think that as of this moment writing this, next year when I'm writing another one for the end of 09 I wont remember the exact way I'm feeling now. So much has happened this year... I finally have relief. I finally can breathe. Another volume in the Saga of Haneesha's life has been closed and now lies on the shelves of time (how's that for artistic?) and my new book starts on January 1 2009. I think somehow this year went by too fast. Feels like only yesterday I was walking into the Sri Pinang hall not knowing what to expect. I somehow rather think I missed out a lot because I was mostly home. I didn't soak up the year 2008. But I guess in a way because of that I found myself. I found who I am. I found me. I found Haneesha. I don't have to look in the mirror anymore and wonder why am i here? what's my purpose? who am I? I don't just see a blur, I see a real person- passionate, kind, smilish and, dare i say this, confident. I learnt that I don't need people to be happy and I'm perfectly fine being alone in deep thought. I don't give a shit about what people think of me and I really don't care because your opinion of me couldn't matter less to me. I found friends who don't think I'm a <em>rich-arrogant-little-prat-who-shows-off-all-the-time-because-she-always-gets-what-she-wants-anyways</em> and people who aren't gonna use me and befriend me because of me. My beloveds. I realised that if I fall I fall with grace. I am a ballerina, dancing on the stage of life. If I stumble, I get back up and pick up where I left of and dancing along to the beat. I don't need to change to be accepted by anyone, people need to change their perception on me. I can't please anyone and I don't intend to. I love myself- deal with it. I realised that you can't please everyone and someone out there is gonna hate you for no apparent reason and YES it will hurt and will stay on like a scar that can never heal but you learn to live with it. I realised that just because someone goes to an expensive school it doesn't mean that they're more mature. I learnt to let go, I learnt to forgive. I learnt that it's okay to be left out, it's fine to be the minority. I learnt that... this is me.<br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Reflections of me</em></div><div align="center"><em>I close my eyes</em></div><div align="center"><em>I see</em></div><div align="center"><em>How truly</em></div><div align="center"><em>I am meant to me</em></div><div align="center"><em>I cry a tear</em></div><div align="center"><em>A tear of relief</em></div><div align="center"><em>Because I finally realised</em></div><div align="center"><em>I found my bliss</em></div><div align="center"><em>-by honey, 31 Dec 2008-</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;">Happy new year everyone (:</span></strong></em></div>Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-23180967704049875182008-12-16T02:10:00.003+08:002008-12-16T02:39:18.874+08:00<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span>, I read this book <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Somaly</span> Mam</em> which is the true story of a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Cambodian</span> who fled sexual slavery and now <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">decodes</span> her life to rescuing others.<br /><br />I love reading books like this because it's just wonderful how people with the odds stacked against them manage to overcome it all to promote a better life for themselves and somehow spread a better and more humane world for others. It makes me appreciate life more and gives me hope that if they can do it when their life was so horrible, why not me ? And I have a great family who supports me through thick and thin. They had nothing. They didn't have material <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">possessions</span> that I have, they <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">didn't</span> have anything. All they had were the clothes on their back and a glimmer of hope to push on each day, to hope for a better tomorrow...to survive.<br /><br />Anyways If you have read books like <em><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Chinese</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Cinderella</span></em> and <em>even after all this time</em>, this book is a must read. And if you haven't read those two books, they must be read too. Seriously.<br /><br />So this book basically talks about trafficking. How children are sold as sex slaves- raped, beaten, abused by 20 men each day. How virgins are sewed without <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">anaesthetics</span> and resold for weeks as "virgins" as in Cambodia they believe virgins can cure... aids? And some children start at the age of 8 and being to "small" men cut open their <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">vuhjayjays</span> with knifes. How horrible is that?! It's a real eye opener.<br /><br />Please visit the sites to know more about this and how to help curb this horrible fate for millions of young women<br /><a href="http://www.somaly.org/">http://www.somaly.org/</a><br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Somaly_Mam">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Somaly_Mam</a>Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-44725721239076547082008-12-08T13:37:00.002+08:002008-12-08T13:48:19.264+08:00I will never understand this irony of life.<br />I hate it.<br />My life ALWAYS seems to be screwed up.<br />One thing or another ALWAYS happens. Im a loner. I admit. People are nice to be around, but most of the time, I like to be alone with my thoughts.<br />Sometimes, I really just want to run away.<br />I have been suicidal. I have had those thoughts. Living is harder than dying. And every day I slowly drift to the obscure.<br />The happy face? That's just an act.<br />I don't procrastinate, I hate everyone.<br />If I were to die tomorrow, I'll die with no regrets.<br />And I doubt anyone would even notice I'm gone...I mean...I was never here, right ?Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-58314658486729931812008-12-06T02:53:00.002+08:002008-12-06T02:56:46.877+08:00It's been a while since I blogged, I mean, really... It's just that nothing has really been happening in my life. Same old routines and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Im</span> not <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">abt</span> to blog "oh i went here and there and here and i bought this" and spam it with pictures everyday. Basically I've been living. You'd think after <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">spm</span> I'd be bored, but somehow there's just so much for me to do. and it's great! Any who, when something interesting DOES come up, ill <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">definitely</span> share my train of tots with my fellow non existent readers.<br />Till <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">thn</span>,<br />honey.Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-71922643032269495352008-11-29T20:24:00.004+08:002008-11-29T23:19:48.373+08:00Ok, <i>maybe</i> this is kinda overdue, but <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><b>SPM IS OVER</b></div><div>YES! The day I've waited for since like...<i>forever</i> has finally come.</div><div><u>NO MORE SCHOOL.</u></div><div>whooo!</div><div><u>NO MORE UNIFORMS!</u></div><div>whooopie</div><div><u>NO MORE RULES</u></div><div>*does a jig*<br />but...Idk...maybe I kinda willl miss it...</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>...<strong>NOT</strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Ok, so allow me to recap those days of SPMishimness</div></div><div></div><div>Random pictures in class.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274057366479199138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdB7gJB_MzWTY8gGbsRi2hzRdXFj-LLlCnzjdo8EVBOVaAY7Y9glJCK-n7HXp0awRcpPZ5l9K0oBn76F7a2WhxuZk4uszk7-9oYGJT1pXzpOfPBZ3_dmqLXfAT984Yv_3zB_WYPiMcyYg/s320/DSC03469.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274057366324171122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhzmHJozkZqqnovFQfSdr7ynWH0A5Uxb-YXi89Fhv8WlJES2w9bjEHaqovWnvwifJ31NDyxfuQJ2MLbvCHB68mNsgwcOy3J9_FxddzSmuEjs9wIN7lAnX0spgRbhDesHbCMRg0PuABI5Q/s320/DSC03465.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274057366977576914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqvBIHaZqYQHwQ5H35equiriGa4oW6y197BVdrYrCDoGNKcZwlNzNnKCqdQss4sMMmjwn1JTXMDttdBBsI6tfn4zFAqlJxx8obYyNTrvfrxQPwE1Gutko1PH27wua8l-Dt7bZVf7HdBho/s320/DSC03468.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274057365065396962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5wUxm-7NjJFwIc0jTn3Om8nrCzVQRNudDKG14SG7aIZ27uaT2fyhwZHogzx8wg4HpIpKsLhRgQGVeOp2JyA5Tras0kHj7V4yy4l1QT8LD6A0pooRjREB1hxc5xW0Q6c76_P2NcYUSYKc/s320/DSC03459.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>So my final paper was on the 27th, Est. and before the next paper me, Ivan and Mabel decided to go Mr. Pot for lunch/breakfast/brunch? wtv<br />And in the car, "my song" came on. And since I had my camera with me, I recorded the awesomeness!<br /><video></div><br /><br /><div>After that we went to school and did the FINAL paper... (well for me and ivan...*pokes mabel* HAHA)<br />And when we were done, there was this feeling of...omg...its over. and I got all patriotic and sand the negaraku anthem : who would've tot.</div><br /><div>Anyways we went gurney and walked around...</div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274057774344453298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheOqVg8jfmusoVTZ-gaJJ-w69GkhbO_GpVqFhhsU2I9h8W8UYad031d79-ap58L-vu_1y56W2muiyIWBpG-brW3HmLAX45TF0RWWBo-T4Wg_IIC3JcK_fgIJYa3SCQPEwq0AJbriKNXLs/s320/DSC03470.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>and we went to secret recipe for tea/lunch/tunch ? wtv<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274057777326986674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwdUNYotMg8ouZ9rtba8qbpgztIiVSLyBg-yVTSD8ylpUsZJHLzTQT93v1ioyhNzj9t7AHmVYBjAxiMo8v_hYXN23GBV5ekpL0LaQpwkUjleCXcZsQH6u2Wah6T8WpK9IDOUnND86OmIE/s320/DSC03479.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274057770311297634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-hPFlpOKOkcDz22mSuqzJPNuHzKlAdp7YemR25f0JUh_n3AsyFk-lxGiussGUYLEU6pG_6Y6bLYRY-uv4mRPSrhn8GFaog_zU9vlWBWU-iiG8QWXJ3KBOAf0fNJG5rhifSHPBkg0-dsI/s320/DSC03485.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274057789492653666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgIo_5DidTQUv14CVMXrAfNoprPsrqBXbgW9Jf3wK26VIiL3pmo6gxDtk2w2cQOaYzu6LdzOdnE1g4OMrxu06pdUukU7deR7knyAUEl9lGy2LaVdR9DwohzxPqTwpl25ijD4FfS6Ca2PA/s320/DSC03486.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274057786000574802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqKhgcef-VE_crvPDYOrdjudOpEo5dEkIqyxkd2l6H8VvKrLmr2uq_psNPNYqAWYYMW6r0jNrXV9xjr3O0oeW89xU-tLvAQXLxD-GEN9VflQXGgUPoYvXwZqGoggKUqbz7v84r-O3fIxE/s320/DSC03486.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>But after ordering we realized the time and it was 10 minutes to 5 and our movie was at 5. so we cancelled our order <strike>(with lots of embarrassment)</strike> and went to the cinema.</div><br /><div>OMG. Twilight. <u>Robert Pattinson.</u> *drroll* Seriously, I dont think Rob is really hot in real life but in that movie, the character, the intensity, the passion, the...edward ? I fell in love with him. so now, <b>my new obsession is The Rob.</b></div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274057354226513730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggwQ_joIaPmUbjksA_8wX33bRLQnS9hXhoU1ye_PRgSXiF7ZYm3CyHK7D2oteM78TYL5i568GuGoPb5DmHU6lfC_blvNZpA02Al5B0A8YP-Yrf_6gZvZmo_cmK9UeSJhsH9lRcfEWRYuU/s320/Edward-Cullen-Banner-twilight-series-2751071-615-309.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><br /><div>The movie was over we had dinnah at BBQ chicken. Ivan didn't join us. <i>He had some bitchin' to do.</i><br /></div></div><div><div>And since SPM ended I NEEDED to burn something! and I didnt have a lighter, so I bought a lighter and BURNT MY SCHEDULE!</div></div><div><br /><><br /><div>all in all, I am <u>so glad</u> spm is over. this day took forever to come and now that it's gone...<strike><i>i just dread results. </strike></i>LOL.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-21882448975314772032008-11-05T14:35:00.001+08:002008-11-05T17:18:12.232+08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGbRgOWv66l3rDCFSCbnZas-HgRP2eP0SN16iQm8CXSyNPTR4Dv4bnrGKR-GGGjaNycdXNTSh3nhTePKS0COOXHi4Y6xhPnQfw8MkvLhB0ibtotLwMVAJzPqXw2icFdv5rrXnH3oZFUT4/s1600-h/Obama_4_0_by_nofrojeff2000.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265099901344588850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGbRgOWv66l3rDCFSCbnZas-HgRP2eP0SN16iQm8CXSyNPTR4Dv4bnrGKR-GGGjaNycdXNTSh3nhTePKS0COOXHi4Y6xhPnQfw8MkvLhB0ibtotLwMVAJzPqXw2icFdv5rrXnH3oZFUT4/s320/Obama_4_0_by_nofrojeff2000.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRsxC_UREjL8AJfFZTMZ2OLT1JTH3B9QXi-57dyYV5HnHv73p6i4vArWUk85BeLEdq7KKTbPUjLQJcvyurD1q6QI1kRSjDAYCDcVLIaaqNaK6rD7aXr__89x_KAI6jwdvvBUvOZRlf87s/s1600-h/obama.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265058539308212530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRsxC_UREjL8AJfFZTMZ2OLT1JTH3B9QXi-57dyYV5HnHv73p6i4vArWUk85BeLEdq7KKTbPUjLQJcvyurD1q6QI1kRSjDAYCDcVLIaaqNaK6rD7aXr__89x_KAI6jwdvvBUvOZRlf87s/s320/obama.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">Change has <em>finally</em> come to America (:</p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265099238786090562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNgWS0sAJFLRU7uHB-CZBBk6OiXMqnMSkN-yIOqyW_o2HFto-uVnco-6XPRnTryCzDE-bZzdKFtLBxOm25sKKb3BZJWp7zuGHDywvEg7If84q4xLKPLd-77kz7gvW4EIevTy2ljf6imq0/s320/Obama___Luther_King_by_BenHeine.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">In death King became a martyr in the civil rights struggle, but in life he was a charismatic hero battling for racial equality, from the 1956 bus boycott in Montgomery, Alabama and non-violent protest marches through to his famous "I have a dream" speech in Washington in 1963."I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: 'We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal,'" King told some 250,000 people gathered at the Lincoln Memorial in the US capital."I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character."Four words -- "I have a dream" -- thundered through his speech and entered into the American lexicon as symbols of the pursuit of racial equality in America.Some 40 years later, Democratic presidential candidate Barack Obama's campaign is putting that concept to the test.</p><br /><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265099901527901922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBTuYiNCvFpVVlbvm6gyvMqPl1mbo62zq6128K9AQRVw5HgOg0S61u6s8QmgPfAHFjk3knczubrtA_xu1C8pAF2PuqFFjy620iMY3f4db9r8oHl9GqlN0X9e5GFUh5R9Ul5EMBSBlcbjw/s320/Obama__s_Fantasy_by_NorthOne.jpg" border="0" /></p></div></div>Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-16051989571248758632008-11-04T21:09:00.003+08:002008-11-04T21:25:19.087+08:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><u><br />♥SPM 2008♥</u></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><br />♫♦♪</div><div align="center"><strong><u><span style="font-size:180%;"><em></em></span></u></strong></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center">11.11.2008 - Tuesday</div><div align="center"><em>BM 1</em></div><div align="center"><em>SEJ 1</em></div><div align="center"><em>BM 2</em></div><div align="center"><br /><br />♫♦♪</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">12.11.2008 - Wednesday</div><div align="center"><em>BI 1</em></div><div align="center"><em>BI 2</em></div><div align="center"><em>SEJ 2</em></div><div align="center"><br /><br />♫♦♪</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">13.11.2008 - Thursday</div><div align="center"><em>MATH 1</em></div><div align="center"><em>MATH 2</em></div><div align="center"><br /><br />♫♦♪</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">17.11.2008 - Monday</div><div align="center"><em>SCIENCE 1</em></div><div align="center"><em>SCIENCE 2</em></div><div align="center"><br /><br />♫♦♪</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">18.11.2008 - Tuesday</div><div align="center"><em>ADD MATH 1</em></div><div align="center"><em>ADD MATH 2</em></div><div align="center"><br /><br />♫♦♪</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">19.11.2008 - Wednesday</div><div align="center"><em>ISLAM 1</em></div><div align="center"><em>ISLAM 2</em></div><div align="center"><br /><br />♫♦♪</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">20.11.2008 - Thursday</div><div align="center"><em>CHEM 1</em></div><div align="center"><em>CHEM 2</em></div><div align="center"><em>CHEM 3</em></div><div align="center"><br /><br />♫♦♪</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">24.11.2008 - Monday</div><div align="center"><em>BIO 1</em></div><div align="center"><em>BIO 2</em></div><div align="center"><em>BIO 3</em></div><div align="center"><br /><br />♫♦♪</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">25.11.2008 - Tuesday</div><div align="center"><em>PHYSICS 1</em></div><div align="center"><em>PHYSICS 2</em></div><div align="center"><em>PHYSICS 3</em></div><div align="center"><br /><br />♫♦♪</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">27.11.2008 - Thursday</div><div align="center"><em>EST 2</em></div><div align="center"><em>EST 1</em></div><div align="center"><br /><br />♫♦♪</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">you will never know how it feels to have the person that means everything to you make you feel like nothing</span>.</div>Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-87886460536879180292008-10-30T22:36:00.000+08:002008-10-30T22:37:10.841+08:00<p align="center">Ich bin deine Ritze / Ich bin deine Ritze und Schlitze</p><p align="center">I am your scratches / I am your scratches and slits</p>Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-89330937539982316032008-10-29T05:49:00.001+08:002008-10-29T05:55:43.226+08:00<div align="center">Beyonce: </div><div align="center"><strong>The heart is stronger than you think,<br />It’s like it can go through anything.<br />And even when you think it can’t it finds a way to still push on, though</strong><br /><br />Carrie:</div><div align="center">Sometimes you want to run away, Ain’t got the patience for the pain<br />And if you don’t believe it look into, your heart the beat goes on<br /><br />Rihanna: </div><div align="center">I’m tellin’ you that,<br /><br />Rihanna/Miley: </div><div align="center">Things get better, Through whatever<br /><br />Rihanna: </div><div align="center">If you fall, dust it off, don’t let up<br /><br />Sheryl: </div><div align="center">Don’t you know you can go be your own miracle<br /><br />Beyonce: </div><div align="center">You need to know<br /><br />CHORUS :<br />Sheryl:</div><div align="center"><strong>If the mind keeps thinking you’ve had enough, But the heart keeps telling you don’t give up<br /></strong><br />Sheryl/Beyonce:</div><div align="center">Who are we to be..questioning, wondering what is what<br />Don’t give up…THROUGH IT ALL, JUST STAND UP!<br /><br />Fergie: </div><div align="center">It’s like we all have better days<br />Problems getting all up in your face<br /><br />Leona: </div><div align="center">Just because you go through it<br /><br />Fergie: </div><div align="center">Don’t mean it got to take control, no<br /><br />Leona: </div><div align="center">You ain’t gotta find no hiding place<br /><br />Keyshia: </div><div align="center">Because the heart can beat the hate<br /><br />Leona: </div><div align="center">Don’t wanna let your mind keep playin’ you<br /><br />Keyshia: </div><div align="center">And sayin’ you can’t go on<br /><br />Rihanna: </div><div align="center">I’m tellin’ you that<br /><br />Miley: </div><div align="center"><strong>Things get better<br />Through whatever<br /></strong><br />Rihanna: </div><div align="center">If you fall<br /><br />Miley: </div><div align="center">Dust if off, don’t let up<br /><br />LeAnn: </div><div align="center">Don’t you know you<br /><br />Natasha: </div><div align="center">Can go<br /><br />LeAnn: </div><div align="center">Be your own<br /><br />Natasha: </div><div align="center">Miracle<br /><br />Carrie: </div><div align="center">You need to know<br /><br /><br />Mary: </div><div align="center">You don’t gotta be a prisoner in your mind<br /><br />Ciara: </div><div align="center">If you fall, dust it off<br /><br />Mary: </div><div align="center">You can live your life<br /><br />Rihanna/Carrie: </div><div align="center">Yeah<br /><br />Mary: </div><div align="center">Let your heart be your guide<br /><br />Rihanna/Carrie: </div><div align="center">Yeah yeah yeah<br /><br />Mariah: </div><div align="center">And you will know that you’re good if you trust in the good<br /><br />Ashanti: </div><div align="center">Everything will be alright, yeah<br />Light up the dark, if you follow your heart<br /><br />Mary: </div><div align="center">And it will get better<br /><br />Mariah: </div><div align="center">Through whatever<br /><br />CHORUS<br /><br />Fergie: </div><div align="center">You got it in you, find it within<br />You got in now, find it within now<br />You got in you, find it within<br />You got in now, find it within now<br />You got in you, find it within<br />Find it within you, find it within<br /><br />Everyone: THROUGH IT ALL, JUST STAND UP</div>Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-15708926329184883192008-10-27T21:52:00.003+08:002008-10-27T22:19:13.535+08:00THIS IS A RANT. seriously. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dont</span> read if you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dont</span> want to read me rant.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ok</span>, so basically my life has been a pathetic routine that i want to break out of.<br />I am stressed hence suffering mild depression? <em>Is that normal when you get stressed?</em><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Dont</span> take me wrong here, I think me being stress shows that I actually care about this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">SPM</span> thingy because 96% of the time I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">dont</span> get stressed. So... I am happy but unhappy that I'm stressed. <strong>Does that even make sense</strong>?<br />Because I usually take life as it goes. And frankly speaking the "<em>getting straight A's for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">SPM</span></em>" is so lame. Not that I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">dont</span> care about getting straight A's or whatever I just think it's so overrated. I mean, even with B's you can still enter the university and stuff unless you were aiming for a scholarship - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">thn</span> you'd have no choice BUT to get straight A's.<br />But think about it, why all the hype? I mean, at the end of the day, in the long run, its about how much you earn and if your job can support a lifestyle that you want to live after your education is over. or so to say, once you become an adult in the <strong><em>real world</em></strong> (because <em>apparently</em> the world that we teenagers live in is the<u><i> fake world</u></i>)<br /><br /><b>I hate routine</b>. I cannot express how much I hate routine. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">jsut</span> want to be able to do what I want when i want how I want. My mom says after <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">SPM</span> I can go out and do what I want when I want and how I want-but we all know that's not happening la. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Lol</span>. After my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">PMR</span> I was promised that and i <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">didnt</span> get it. I pointed it out to my mom and she's like well now you're older and i gave her the<i> "yeah right sure" </i>look. I mean seriously. I sometimes feel claustrophobic. like the walls around me are slowly caving in. I need one day to just sleep and do nothing. I know I have those days but I feel so exhausted la. Like, Really. <u>Mentally and physically.</u><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Ok</span> this is gonna be so out of topic. But <u>i cannot stand rejection.</u> <strike>Maybe its because I was brought up that way?</strike> I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">dont</span> know. I usually get what I want (Within limit) and have the last say. Not having the last say in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">smething</span> is making me pissed. It's like for instance if you hate me and you come crawling back to me, I want the satisfaction of hating you last? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Omg</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Imsuchabitch</span>. But you get the idea! I like to be in control. so yeah. that's bugging me too.<br /><br />There's also the weight/height/looks issue. People see me as confident. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">LOL</span>. lets just say <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">im</span> a good faker. We all have our insecurities. I have mine. And some days they re just staring you in the face. so...basically you feel really crappie.<br /><br />Also ALSO,yes <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">theres</span> more, Ive been home <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">alot</span> more now. Like home alone. 2 days now. With leftover dinners and sandwiches. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">yay</span> me ? anyways, I used to have hamsters. the last one died this year (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">godblesshissoul</span>) and I want a dog. I WANT A DOG. I want one so badly. But there's a part of me going, no I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">dont</span> want one. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">dont</span> have time for one. and another part going BUT YES YOU DO. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">ok</span> let me make this easier to understand<br /><em><span style="color:#33ff33;">me : I want a dog <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">laa</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Im</span> so lonely. Ive wanted one since I was 9 but never got one!<br /></span><span style="color:#33ccff;">Me2: Yea, but you don't have time or a dog. You're 17! you're going to college soon. Do you think you'd have time for one? Are mum and dad gonna be keeping it? and you know dad doesn't really like animals. His favorite pet would be a fish for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">christ</span> sake.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#33ff33;">Me: But maybe I can work something out. Or foster pets or something!</span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Me2: But you don't even have a garden!<br /></span>Me: Ah, but My apartment is 2 stories! and we have the whole library area and stuff that's practically empty!<br /></span><span style="color:#33ccff;">Me2: Are you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">gonnna</span> be cleaning the dog or is mom?<br /></span><span style="color:#33ff33;">Me: OBVIOUSLY ME!</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Me2: When you go to college?</span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">ME: well..</span></em><br />So that's basically is what is going on<br /><br />SO I HAVE DIAGNOSED MYSELF WITH mild depression and maybe anxiety and bipolar disorder teamed with insomnia?.<br />the end of the rant.Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-12188285450596105022008-10-26T21:18:00.001+08:002008-10-26T21:21:16.738+08:00<div align="center">Suicide Butterfly</div><div align="center">Fluttering my way</div><div align="center">Saying , "Hey Honey, tomorrow is <strong>NOT </strong>a better day"</div><div align="center">Crawling in my thoughts</div><div align="center">Screwing with my mind</div><div align="center">Suicide butterfly will show you how your perfect life</div><div align="center">isn't fine</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">-Written by Honey</div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">I need help.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Stressed.</span></em></div>Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-59755768229432248432008-10-20T13:50:00.002+08:002008-10-20T13:54:52.432+08:00I found this essay I wrote<br />A LONNNNG TIME AGO<br />like, 3 years? The if i could change the world one.<br />It's pretty lame. I didnt expect to win but I guess I wanted to share my view on the whole race/religion thing.<br /><br /><br />If I could change the world<br />The world that we live in has an abundance of problems. Racism, Religious discrimination, war, poverty, pollution are just some issues that connect to us in one way or another. Have you ever wondered what could possibly be the root of these problems? Well, I strongly think that it is Racism and Religious discrimination. That is why if I could change the world, I would make everyone of one race and religion.<br />Let me start by explaining how all the problems I’ve stated above are interconnected. We start with racism and religious discrimination. Someone somewhere could have made a rather harsh statement that offended many people of a certain race or religion which might lead to war, the second problem. Innocent people who are in the middle of this war will suffer a great deal and thus poverty due to lack of food and basic necessities. The bomb blasts which contain many toxic chemical gasses which will cause pollution and the depletion of the ozone layer thus the greenhouse effect which will harm us, the human race. See my point?<br />Racism. What is it? We’ve all either read about it, experienced it personally or know of someone who has, but what is it? It mainly refers to the beliefs, practices and institutions that differentiate and discriminate against people based on their race. Primarily, it refers to an assumption that the human species can be divided into different races, coupled with hostility toward people of a certain race and that races differ in value. Some people even believe that races can be placed on a ranked hierarchical scale!<br />Racism is divided into three major categories which are individual racism such as when someone like an employer does not hire, promote or fires you in whole or part due to your race. The second is structural racism, which starts from individual racism to become a structure of a one-race policy. The last is ideological racism, racism without knowing someone of that race but has an assumption or conception about that certain race. Researches at the University of Chicago and Harvard found out in a 2003 study that there was widespread discrimination at the workplace against job applicants whose names were merely perceived as “sounding black” even though they had excellent qualifications and many years of experience.<br />Racism goes on everywhere everyday all around the world, in schools, homes, offices and many other places. I too have been a victim of racism as one of friend’s father does not like her mixing with other races with the exception of her own. I am a born Mix and my roots can be traced back all the way to Pakistan and Mongolia but it does not mean I am any lesser than a Chinese or that I am a terrorist! The United Nations uses a definition of racial discrimination laid out in the International Convention on the Elimination of All Forms of Racial Discrimination and adopted in 1966 which states, “…any distinction, exclusion, restriction or preference based on race, colour, descent or national or ethnic origin which has the purpose or effect of nullifying or impairing the recognition, enjoyment or exercise, on an equal footing, of human rights and fundamental freedoms in the political, economic, social, cultural or any other field of public life”. Remember, you cannot fight racism with racism; the best way to fight it is with solidarity.<br />Religious discrimination is also a big problem that we face daily. Religious discrimination is treating a person or group lower because of their perceived “inferior” or “valueless” religion or treating someone differently because of what they do not or do believe. While many religious and secular authorities nowadays tend to stress that religion is something personal, the highly social nature of most religions creates conflicts between religious groups, and thus discrimination.<br />Adolf Hitler was the most heartless of all human beings in racial and religious discrimination. He was against the Jews and tried to eliminate them from the face of our earth. He without doubt is the German leader responsible for the Holocaust, which killed millions of Jews, the disabled, homosexuals and gypsies during World War II. He used to say, “If I can send the flower of the German nation into the hell of war without the smallest pity for the shedding of precious German blood, then surely I have the right to remove millions of an inferior race that breeds like vermin.” Apart from Adolf Hitler, The Klu Klux Klan or better known as the KKK whom are also similar to Hitler in many ways as they are a group that advocates anti-Semitism and show hatred to anyone who is not white.<br />Lamb Gaede and Lynx Gaede are 13-year-old American twins whom are getting attention for the angry and hateful lyrics they sing in their pop act, Prussian Blue. They perform at gatherings for the Klu Klux Klan and wear T-shirts with Adolf Hitler smiley faces on them. They both think that Hitler was a great man who was trying to preserve his race and country and do not believe in mixing races as it will be a “big mess”. Their mother, April, is a racist who has brought up the girls to believe that whites are the superior race. She has been home-schooling them, teaching them her version of history that downplays the Holocaust. <br />Much effort has been exhausted to eliminate racism and religious discrimination to promote equality and unity among people of different races and religions but they have all failed miserably. Malaysia’s newest project is National Service, a three month program whose main goal is to promote unity and understanding among the students of different races and religions. This project will benefit in many ways other than Racism and Religious discrimination. Racism and Religious discrimination isn’t born, it’s taught. If 11 years of schooling does not change that, how can 3 months? These values should be taught at a very young and vulnerable age.<br />Why do we seem destined to define ourselves with labels? Labels are mere words. If we want others to know what we are, why not show them? Show them through action. Actions still speak louder than words. I do not care if you are a Buddhist, a Muslim, a White, a Christian, a Hindu, a Black, a Jew, a follower of any countless other faiths, traditions, paths, colour, race or religions that are spread throughout this World.<br />We are all one. One human family, one world, one universe. As the Dalai Lama says it, "All human beings come from a mother's womb. We are all the same part of one human family. We should have a clear realization of the oneness of all humanity." Only when we understand this, there would be no racism or religious discrimination.<br />I thank you for letting me share my views. Sharing is how we learn from others. Through sharing comes understanding. From understanding comes trust. From trust comes friendship. From friendship comes hope and admiration. From all of these great things there comes peace. That is why if I could change the world, I would eliminate all but one religion and race.Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-42794984363064265882008-10-19T01:37:00.003+08:002008-10-19T01:51:51.631+08:00<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I am so obseesed with vampires- you have no idea! So I decided to make myself one. haha. These are the steps on how i did it. nyeh. I AM A VAMPIRE.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">The Original</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwnRYI8iTbsmvDw_I0AIhaNZ4lK70W6FaxUvIxgV_so0Arza9sMstNkqYWtU4TUg744HqkBeQkU_Iv2qlFWXFhK6oPvYOFlaV9f31sUsw1bN-36cEKSh5rgsr8I5YErpJ55p16osi2EDs/s1600-h/the+original.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258549894395180610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwnRYI8iTbsmvDw_I0AIhaNZ4lK70W6FaxUvIxgV_so0Arza9sMstNkqYWtU4TUg744HqkBeQkU_Iv2qlFWXFhK6oPvYOFlaV9f31sUsw1bN-36cEKSh5rgsr8I5YErpJ55p16osi2EDs/s320/the+original.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div align="center">Changing skin and eye colour<br /></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggBIvWlEVm3MVpEtLHgkAT2Pp96RZCYAanbtYXFsUqIVInUq_BIknZqMYaW8XZy4vRNY29yYGL8m3pTXEM1ZevUdnFUFIz8DaRE0TNEfmsXmgjAGbEqe8vt4nSIaxnLDKEf_Xf4hadRds/s1600-h/the+progress.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258549894648459682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggBIvWlEVm3MVpEtLHgkAT2Pp96RZCYAanbtYXFsUqIVInUq_BIknZqMYaW8XZy4vRNY29yYGL8m3pTXEM1ZevUdnFUFIz8DaRE0TNEfmsXmgjAGbEqe8vt4nSIaxnLDKEf_Xf4hadRds/s320/the+progress.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><br /><br /><p align="center">Adding make up and fangs<br /></p><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAtW1urNNp4wKcubi9zlc4DufLfeMUQfyO8yaogOIVq1TjNrFsDOWCtYEFAfKcP_xoZVdSkVpds6GCEF4yM8yoXAUTrDWfKzoF-N8d1s3IkLylNshgpDhR3zVhCwoazTBOSlNCvE8khpQ/s1600-h/the+progress+with+fangs.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258549898167241234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAtW1urNNp4wKcubi9zlc4DufLfeMUQfyO8yaogOIVq1TjNrFsDOWCtYEFAfKcP_xoZVdSkVpds6GCEF4yM8yoXAUTrDWfKzoF-N8d1s3IkLylNshgpDhR3zVhCwoazTBOSlNCvE8khpQ/s320/the+progress+with+fangs.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><br /><br /><p align="center">A lil bloood :D<br /></p><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM7a_ASVnA6rJd7q2GzazQAXmCRrgMcmEmbWEY7mLL-k8aGcA5NO12Pv5Lu2FRuiAW7bE1845_RM8isNeGEVuJK3jd7NnHiRJfFhnbN4XUV7RJz6jsts6MfteZ1qPXalH3ukrN26DAg1M/s1600-h/the+finale.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258549904467653922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM7a_ASVnA6rJd7q2GzazQAXmCRrgMcmEmbWEY7mLL-k8aGcA5NO12Pv5Lu2FRuiAW7bE1845_RM8isNeGEVuJK3jd7NnHiRJfFhnbN4XUV7RJz6jsts6MfteZ1qPXalH3ukrN26DAg1M/s320/the+finale.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><br /><br /><p align="center">Crop and add watermark<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258549902879510450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMtE0SEBEu2NgVHt5yIu5aZFFD5bYhCYTPYqSrF7yDT-Awi_Bp1yqAQ8PlDAj7OE53xr4qB9xbOcm0_kS7y2XJAYpygGHuppPIMDmexmcl6tcZak0mUe0xA1WMV7HcRIwUxYUD1jfMg6s/s320/the+finale2.jpg" border="0" /></p><div align="center">and contrast it using curves.<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258552917722756834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQUjh5qTOYTY9PjtU-FWmaXxflLI1hap6r4aE-L0Wlf9oXWjNpCEIhC5FNfBAT0AMuS1-fDKmYWZkDtW7xyDoZU0DR82s5elrAHdhuTyoAOTMXXW0N7JEEgf62qpBC5OC955BMfJUyLs4/s320/the+finale2contrasted.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">took me about an hour ++ to do. haha :D</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I EES PROUD</div>Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-19543264818929892522008-10-16T22:33:00.001+08:002008-10-16T22:38:38.178+08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>I’m a slut because I’ll wear shorts and a tank top </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><strong>I’m a bitch because I don't let you push me around </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><strong>I’m a liar because I won't tell you everything </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><strong>I’m stupid because sometimes I’m wrong </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><strong>I’m ugly because my face isn't perfect </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><strong>I’m a whore because I like boys </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><strong>I’m annoying because I’m not chill enough </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><strong>I’m a loser because I’m not friends with your group </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><strong>I’m a playgirl because I don’t fall for every guy I meet </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><strong>I use people because I do what’s best for me </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><strong>I’m fake because most of the time I’m happy </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><strong>I’m weird because I’m not like you </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><strong>I’m controlling because I get mad sometimes </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><strong>I’m clingy because I like to be around people </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><strong>I’m greedy because I like to be satisfied </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><strong>I’m naive because I’m younger than you </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><strong>I’m conceited because I’m proud of who I am </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><strong>I’m rude because my manners aren't perfect </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><strong>I’m unappreciative because I don't praise you </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><strong>I’m self-obsessed because I have a lot to say </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><strong>Don't try to tell me who I am because you have no idea. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div>Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-82328273775767343992008-10-16T17:53:00.006+08:002008-10-16T18:11:03.861+08:00<div align="center">From a book I read</div><div align="center">Each Paragraph is from a different page.</div><div align="center">I decided to share:</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Never trust fairy tales, any story that ends with "They all lived happily ever after" is a crock. There are no happy endings. No endings, full stop. Life goes on. There's always something new around the corner. You can overcome major obstacles, face great danger, look evil in the eye and live to tell the tale - but that's not the end. Life sweeps you forward, swings you round, bruises and batters you, drops some new drama or strategy on your lap, never lets go until you reach one true end - death. As long as</span></em><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"> you're breathing, your story's still going.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Life isn't a fairy tale. Stories don't end.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">They continue as long as you're alive. You just have to get on with things. Turn the page, start a new chapter, find out what's in store for you next, and keep your fingers crossed that it's not too awful. Even if you know in your heart and soul that it most probably will be.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">.</span></em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">There are no happy endings.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">"</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Remember that.</strong></span></div>Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-60132888296262139302008-10-11T03:17:00.001+08:002008-10-11T03:25:32.637+08:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicWGVJO4aMPDCoRarjDvE9aD-aCC1eAnuX3HQPnKTL99OH7uIROk9EbLGz5qLMTekdgbCaAHXohyphenhyphenJCLc5PGsD3HXeHYWzy9S9231EkdsDrns-wmIi-HfCoCarapX_GRoSVM36VUe0rRdY/s1600-h/4zv9wdz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255608477480487682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicWGVJO4aMPDCoRarjDvE9aD-aCC1eAnuX3HQPnKTL99OH7uIROk9EbLGz5qLMTekdgbCaAHXohyphenhyphenJCLc5PGsD3HXeHYWzy9S9231EkdsDrns-wmIi-HfCoCarapX_GRoSVM36VUe0rRdY/s400/4zv9wdz.jpg" border="0" /></a> I got it through a forwarded email</div><div align="center">Think about it.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYN6KLS8dEwAgNTuPO7BPU5ZUJI4CZ-udn7uNAMoDV6zBvds-o3rnjzr_cjHi3arqFWZmEJ1aOneBd9ntViQqnLQbNCN8KQv0f7NJwjGA5iK1hn5Ss5L1lVf2vj3O31o2WcZDtNPbn1E4/s1600-h/4zv9wdz.jpg"></a>Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-20490180437121765282008-10-07T00:13:00.000+08:002008-10-07T00:16:55.065+08:00<div align="center">Boys are cheats and liars,<br />They’re such a big disgrace,<br />They will tell you anything<br />To get to second base-<br /><br />-ball, baseball,<br />He thinks he's gonna score,<br />If you let him go all the way<br />Then you are a whore-<br /><br />-ticulturists study flowers,<br />Geologists study rocks,<br />The only thing a guy wants from you<br />Is a place to put his cock-<br /><br />-roaches, beetles,<br />Butterflies, and bugs,<br />Nothing makes him happier<br />Than a giant pair of jug-<br /><br />-lers and acrobats<br />And dancing bears named chuck,<br />All boys want to do is...<br />Forget it no such luck. </div>Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-38477096722561593842008-10-06T02:40:00.000+08:002008-10-06T02:43:08.246+08:00<p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aponJmwxX8c&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aponJmwxX8c&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p>Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799431074118937254.post-34066746161837635382008-10-05T01:02:00.002+08:002008-10-05T01:09:22.668+08:00<em>A boy of seven threw a zoo’s rare reptiles to the resident crocodile and bludgeoned other creatures to death.<br /><br />CCTV recorded the child laughing as he rampaged round the Australian reptile farm, his mother making no attempt to stop him.<br /><br />Ten lizards, turtles and other reptiles were devoured by the crocodile, while three were pounded to death with rocks during the 30-minute killing spree.<br /><br />‘This behaviour is sickening,’ said Rex Neindorf, director of the Alice Springs Reptile Centre.<br /><br />Staff were particularly upset by the loss of a female Spencer’s goanna, a type of lizard, which he bludgeoned to death with a rock.<br /><br />The animals were worth £3,500.<br /><br />Mr Neindorf plans to sue the child’s parents because he is three years under the legal age of criminal responsibility. Police are to interview them.<br /><br />The boy, whose deadly acts were caught on the zoo's security camera, also threw several live animals to Terry over the two fences surrounding the crocodile's enclosure.<br />At one point, the youngster climbed over the outer fence to get closer to the giant reptile.<br /><br />In the footage, the boy's face remains largely blank.<br />'It was like he was playing a game,' Mr Neindorf said.<br />He killed 13 animals, including a turtle, bearded dragons and thorny devil lizards.<br /><br />Although none were rare, some would be difficult to replace, the zoo director added.<br /><br />'We're horrified that anyone can do this, and saddened by the age of the child,' Mr Neindorf said.<br />Alice Springs police said they identified the boy, who lives locally, but were unable to press charges because of his age.<br /><br />Children under age 10 are not criminally liable under the law in the Northern Territory.<br />'By all accounts, he's quite a nasty 7-year-old,' said Neindorf.<br /><br />'If we can't put the blame onto the child, then someone has to accept the responsibility.'<br />The zoo's security system, which relies on sensors, probably did not detect the boy because he is so small.</em><br /><br /><a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1067310/Boy-7-feeds-zoo-animals-crocodile-bludgeons-death-30-minute-rampage.html">http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1067310/Boy-7-feeds-zoo-animals-crocodile-bludgeons-death-30-minute-rampage.html</a><br /><br /><br />Click the link to see pictures of the demonic child.<br /><br /><br />When I heard this I was utterly shocked.<br />I mean first of all, killing at any age is BAD.<br />but killing at 7! WHATTHAFARk<br />HE KILLED ANIMALS AT 7<br />AND HIS PARENTS DIDNT STOP HIM<br /><br />WHAT THE HELL LA<br /><br />I want to give him a tight slap la<br />nonsense.Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02956952100307137740noreply@blogger.com0