Cateva poze cu niste emo kids ca tot sunt la moda.

O emisiune mai jenanta ca asta nici ca se poate. 10 pitipoance se fataie de colo colo in costume de baie si incearca sa-si etaleze talentele, corpul si alte alea pentru un inel cu diamant si pentru contul din banca al unui presupus milionar. Printre cele 10 se afla si Magda Ciumac care din nou a reusit sa se faca de ras. Nu vrea sub nicio forma sa se cizeleze, tot o taranca parvenita ramane cu gura mare. Nu inteleg de ce nu vrea sa se schimbe, ma rog e problema ei. Aflata in plin proces de divort si totodata de obtinere a custodiei draga de Magda in loc sa posteze in mama model prefera sa isi etaleze sunculitele la Euforia Tv in speranta castigarii unui inel cu diamant, ceea ce sa fim seriosi nu prea are sanse.

I s-au facut suficiente recomandari pentru liposuctie dar degeaba pentru ca ea se crede in continuare femeia model. Arata jalnic, coafura de pe vremea bunicii, corpul il are plin de celulita, picioarele le are scurte si alte multe defecte. Dar ce mai conteaza daca se face de ras sau nu important e sa apara la televizor!

Am gasit o melodie care satirizeaza stilul Emo, persoanele Emo. Enjoy si ascultati cuvintele cu atentie
The Emo Song - I Must be EMO

Nu stiu daca faza este veche sau nu, eu acum am vazut-o si mi s-a parut super funny.

Mexican Mondays - Jamochas fresh food commercial

CanCan dezvaluie niste poze socante azi. Pozele sunt facute in liceul in care a invatat blonda noastra, spintecatoarea de la morga cum o numeste OTV. Sincer, incep sa ma crucesc de cate se intampla in zilele noastre. Elevii liceului Mihai Eminescu din Petrosani au facut poze interpretand anumite roluri. Ei au jucat scena unei inmormantari in adevaratul sens al cuvantului, cu priveghi, imbracati in negru, cu lumanari. Un caz ciudat si macabru. Va las sa vedeti pozele dand click aici.

Cu cateva posturi in urma v-am spus ca am un prieten chinez. Numele lui este Morris. L-am intrebat mai multe despre cutremurul din China iar el si-a asternut gandurile pe hartie. Povestea m-a impresionat, m-a intristat…

We are with you, and will always be

This has been a week of grief and helplessness.
This has been a week of enormous courage, compassion and of help.
This has been a week when humans were thwarted by nature, yet the human spirit shone brighter than ever.
This has been a week when geographic or demographic differences vanished and we all felt the pain and suffering of the Wenchuan earthquake victims.
We have all been drenched in tears over the loss of so many brothers and sisters. The wailing of mothers and fathers, the sight of dust-covered bodies of teenagers, cold and pale, pulled from the debris, haunt us day and night. The chilly rain, which exacerbated the misery, serves as a manifestation of our collective mourning.
This week, we are all Sichuanese, living in the fear of aftershocks, and in fading hopes of finding more survivors. Whenever one more survivor was extracted from a flattened building, it was an occasion for joy.
This week, we all want to reach out and touch those affected and say: “We’re with you. We’ll always be with you - through thick and thin.”
Yet, time is running out for those still trapped underneath tons of rubble. Can they hold on without food and water, with possibly injuries? What despair must have filled their hearts? So close to life, yet unreachable.
What despair do the parents feel? Are they capable of shedding more tears? Should they cling on to a slim ray of hope and wait for a miracle, or should they give up and be surprised by a miracle if it happens?
And what despair and frustration must be gnawing at the rescuers? They are giving their utmost, yet fate determines the life or death of a person more than their blood and sweat. An ill-placed beam, a cracked slab, a fallen wall, the difficulty of moving rescue equipment through damaged roads, the shortage of power to drive them - they are the Grim Reaper personified, constantly flashing its menacing glare.
This week is for mourning. Tears have a therapeutic power. The teary glint in Premier Wen Jiabao’s eyes has cleansed our souls and created a bonding and catharsis that I’ve never seen before. We feel so pure, as if the world were devoid of lesser concerns such as the pursuit of money.
This week, life seems so vulnerable, fate so capricious, and everything else so trivial.
This week, we desperately want our prayers to be answered by a benign and responsive god or supernatural force. Spare the children, spare the elderly, spare everyone who was living a normal and peaceful life. Why treat us so cruelly?
This week, love and humanity rise above the rubble of destruction.
After this week - long after this week, when the total toll is tallied, tears wiped dry, and our wounds healed, we’ll take time to thank those who rushed to the worst hit areas in the massive rescue operation, those who risked their own lives to help when help was most needed, and those whose kindness and compassion lit up a mundane, harsh world.
And we’ll explore whether the science of forecasting earthquakes could be improved and probe why buildings in rural towns and schools were more prone to collapse.
And we’ll help survivors rebuild their homes.
A natural calamity of such magnitude has brought out the best in us. Let’s use it for the good of all.

Eh, Insulele Bora Bora . Aici vreau sa imi petrec vacanta. Bine, ca de la a vrea pana la a putea e cale lunga dar e tare fain sa visezi. Aici chiar poti sa petreci o vacanta de vis, un concediu perfect.

Incalzirea globala a inceput si din pacate incepe sa dea semne, semne ce ar trebui sa ne ridice semne de intrebare, semne ce ar trebui sa ne dea de inteles ca trebuie sa facem ceva!
Green-report.ro citand BBC News ne informeaza ca oamenii de stiinta canadieni au descoperit in calota glaciara arctica crapaturi de 16 km. Se pare ca aceasta retea de crapaturi, pe o arie destul de mare se datoreaza schimbarii climatice. Nu-i a buna!

S-a intamplat in Marea Britanie…O femeie a fost violata de 800 de ori de catre propriul tata, acesta lasand-o insarcinata de 6 ori pentru alocatia copiilor. Pff, sincer nici nu ma simt in stare sa comentez asupra acestui subiect. Violurile au inceput de la varsta de 11 ani a femeii.Totusi nu imi imaginez cum a reusit sa le numere?! Nu contest faptul ca biata femeie a fost violata dar nu pot sa cred ca a stat sa numere de 800 de ori. Ciudat, trist, terifiant…

Azi am primit un sms, Dumnezeu stie de unde imi au numarul. E cel mai jenant, penibil sms de campanie electorala. Este vorba despre campania electorala a lui Morega. Sms-ul suna cam asa:

12 ani de mandat Calinoiu ne-a furat.
De mai sta alti 4 ani,
Clar ramanem fara bani..
Gata!
Sparge buboiu!
Da-i lui Calinoiu roiu!
MOREGA DAN la Consiliul Judetean!
Oare le-a trebui mult sa compuna asemenea porcarie?!
Penibil….