Thursday, November 29, 2012
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
MOSQUITO.
MOSQUITO.
Did you know!!
Mosquito bites are responsible for over one million human losses worldwide every year, and are accountable for one African child death every 30 seconds (according to Malaria No more).
The disease is transmitted by the anopheles, female mosquitoes that may cause malaria, yellow fever and dengue fever!
Did you know!!
Mosquito bites are responsible for over one million human losses worldwide every year, and are accountable for one African child death every 30 seconds (according to Malaria No more).
The disease is transmitted by the anopheles, female mosquitoes that may cause malaria, yellow fever and dengue fever!
SAVE TIGER
PLEASE HELP SAVE OUR WILD MAGNIFICENT TIGER THROUGH AWARENESS AND EDUCATION!!! BEFORE IT'S TO LATE!!!!!!!! ;-)
THIS IS A BLOODY DISGRACE!
This is heartbreaking. Cruelty aside, the Sumatran tiger is on the verge of extinction. These poachers should be penalized in exactly the same way as shown in this picture.
THIS IS A BLOODY DISGRACE!
This is heartbreaking. Cruelty aside, the Sumatran tiger is on the verge of extinction. These poachers should be penalized in exactly the same way as shown in this picture.
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Friday, November 23, 2012
Thursday, November 22, 2012
hey,childhood is as sweet as a rasgulla(sweetdish).Here's a sweet poem dedicated to childhood
The days when life is like heaven.
Still remember the time when the road seemed maze
In the days when the couch has become my internship.
I still remember the time I fooled around doing nothing,
In the days when I wanted to learn everything.
I still remember the time when my mother was very protective
The days when I knew every corner of the house, like a detective
I still remember the time when life was gay,
In the days when I loved watching Tom and Jerry.
I still remember the time when the holidays
The days I liked the bread and butter bread.
I still remember the time when everyone was ready to help
In the days when I did not do something myself.
In the days when I was an innocent child,
The days when there was no tension.
Oh! I did not go to school,
So every day a holiday.
Still remember the time when the road seemed maze
In the days when the couch has become my internship.
I still remember the time I fooled around doing nothing,
In the days when I wanted to learn everything.
I still remember the time when my mother was very protective
The days when I knew every corner of the house, like a detective
I still remember the time when life was gay,
In the days when I loved watching Tom and Jerry.
I still remember the time when the holidays
The days I liked the bread and butter bread.
I still remember the time when everyone was ready to help
In the days when I did not do something myself.
In the days when I was an innocent child,
The days when there was no tension.
Oh! I did not go to school,
So every day a holiday.
Monday, November 19, 2012
Cafe Del Soul Poor Orphan Child
It is the soul unflavored
mud flows generated despair.
A misfit of intense passion and wild
Fleeing world went wrong.
He created his own universe, sheltered
Then he built a life here.
Run the reality of her shame
which is defined by years of growth.
Comments poor orphan of honor,
He thought he had enough.
Traveled as an ant hill
to seek their own space to avoid the hidden things of sighs.
Burning flesh, not the soul withers
as an empty vessel remained on the table.
He knew, however, must be.
In this world, tired, tired, emotionally unstable.
And if he is sleeping let tears escape
Untrusting eyes that blinked in pain,
He knew that the object of another
some thought to complain.
A poor orphan boy, a man is not respected,
that drifted like a leaf in summer air.
His face a mask of stone tolerated
hide his constant feeling of having come.
What would prove to be his salvation?
Oh, what purpose your life plan?
They do not know, had
the less he understood the truth.
mud flows generated despair.
A misfit of intense passion and wild
Fleeing world went wrong.
He created his own universe, sheltered
Then he built a life here.
Run the reality of her shame
which is defined by years of growth.
Comments poor orphan of honor,
He thought he had enough.
Traveled as an ant hill
to seek their own space to avoid the hidden things of sighs.
Burning flesh, not the soul withers
as an empty vessel remained on the table.
He knew, however, must be.
In this world, tired, tired, emotionally unstable.
And if he is sleeping let tears escape
Untrusting eyes that blinked in pain,
He knew that the object of another
some thought to complain.
A poor orphan boy, a man is not respected,
that drifted like a leaf in summer air.
His face a mask of stone tolerated
hide his constant feeling of having come.
What would prove to be his salvation?
Oh, what purpose your life plan?
They do not know, had
the less he understood the truth.
i love uuu....
I was
Looking for and discussing together, to find what is true.
With the above is to say "I love you".
This is because you know what I want, I forsake you,
You do not always lose.
The moments that make me wake up away from loneliness,
I watch all the time is just two of us,
By far the you and I, we are always on top,
Mind so deeply want to scream, "I love you."
In this way, baby, my lady, I'll protect you, because of the
Closer and more beautiful that I can connect.
Give me softly in you, so that,
Me, but showing steadfast love god. :) :)
Looking for and discussing together, to find what is true.
With the above is to say "I love you".
This is because you know what I want, I forsake you,
You do not always lose.
The moments that make me wake up away from loneliness,
I watch all the time is just two of us,
By far the you and I, we are always on top,
Mind so deeply want to scream, "I love you."
In this way, baby, my lady, I'll protect you, because of the
Closer and more beautiful that I can connect.
Give me softly in you, so that,
Me, but showing steadfast love god. :) :)
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