We live our glorious lifes without look out to see that our lifes is not as it seems
We fight wars we do not know
We beg and pray for what?
We base our lifes on other people jugdements
We ourselfs as people can choose
Yes we can!
Let's makes a difference that wopuld last a lifetime.

In my physical education class today my teacher had spoken about eating disorders and body image. 3% of people mostly girls and womans have eating disorders and 18%-20% of those gilr or guys will die.

How they look as their body as is distored and nothing to relation with reality. They hardly eat and blinge themselfs. I was wrong to think eating disorders was not as bad a illness but found out it was something bigger than I imagine.

These past days have gone by so fast, It's hard to catch up. I've had seen and met people of all cultures that came together to achieve one thing that is Hati. Hati was a poor country which had nothing and once the earthquake hited it, it sank lower than it was. I'm preaching to you to realize that if you gave up a few dollars you spend on junk to one of Hati relief fund you can change something. Let's put our wars and give out a helping hand to the suffering families.

Hey! Nostradamus! is beyond imagine. Coupland brillantly conveils a true tragedy as he slips into four different personalities.

Cherly, Jason, Heather and Reg are affected by a highschool shooting. Cheryl is the last one to be shot and Jason loses his wife. Even afterwards the shooting have changed each character greatly. Once Jason had lost his wife, he writes to his nephews about his present life. Heather a past girlfriend is worrying about Jason and if he is died or not. Reg is torn between religion and family.

Our life is like painting
Glorious, gorgeous, beautiful and breath-taking
But is it that simple?
I’ll show you the true face of the world
A splatter of paint on the cold walls
I shall drench these walls in red
Here lies the truth
I’ll tell you something, there are boundaries to everything
A thin line we need to cross
Embroider in these walls is the true meaning of hell
Can you see it?
The massacre of our own flesh
The agony of my burning children
The flames which engulf humanity
Outside these city walls is nothing compare to heaven
These walls are drench in blood
And the thousands who lived are now gone
Drowning in the depths of chaos
And their endless screams would shake hell
You may say we should keep on facing forward
Ignoring the fact
I dare you to turn your back and stare them in the eye
In the depths of the flames
They are no longer humans
They are monsters
My hands have created this hell
And declare this painting my finest work
Welcome to hell
It’s not too late
No
Everthing can change
Do you8 think this is a game?
Our world is rotten, revolting, corrupted and cruel
In the end
We are useless