Friday, August 29, 2008

A Beautiful Poem

Written by a Father to save his Daughter.

Do read it once............I am sure u also won't be left untouched by the words and the feelings that they depict.
The last stanza, after reading from the beginning, suddenly slows down the heart-beats..




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DAD - BABY RACHEL - MOM




A sad Dad's poem...
This is a beautiful poem. There is an appeal from a Zimbabwean
couple at the bottom of message, not asking for anything more
than that you hand the poem on.
The husband wrote the poem.




TO MY CHILD

Just for this morning, I am going to

smile when I see your face and laugh

when I feel like crying.

Just for this morning, I will let you


choose what you want to wear,


and smile and say how perfect it is.


Just for this morning, I am going to step


over the laundry and pick you up and take you to


the park to play.



Just for this morning, I will leave the

dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put


that puzzle of yours together.



Just for this afternoon, I will unplug

the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with

you in the backyard and blow bubbles.



Just for this afternoon, I will not yell

once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and

whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one


if he comes by.



Just for this afternoon, I won't worry what you are going to be when you grow up or

second guess every decision I have made where you are



concerned.



Just for this afternoon, I will let you



help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you



trying to fix them.



Just for this afternoon, I will take us

to McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can



have both toys.



Just for this evening, I will hold you in



my arms and tell you a story about how you were



born and how much I love you.



Just for this evening, I will let you



splash in the tub and not get angry.



Just for this evening, I will let you



stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.

Just for this evening, I will snuggle



beside you for hours, and miss my favourite TV shows.

Just for this evening when I run my



finger through your hair as you pray, I will simply be

grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.



I will think about the mothers and



fathers who are searching for their missing children, the



mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's



graves instead of their bedrooms. The mothers



and fathers who are in hospital rooms



watching their children suffer senselessly and screaming



inside that little body


And when I kiss you goodnight I will hold



you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then,



that I will thank God for you, and ask him for



nothing, except one more day.............




Hi! I am a 29-year-old father. My wife and I have had a wonderful life together. God blessed us with a child too. Our daughter's name is Rachel and she is 10
months old. Not long ago did the doctors detect brain cancer in her little body.

There is only one way to save her and that is an operation. Sadly we don't have the money for the operation. AOL and Zdnet (in Zimbabwe ) have agreed to help us.


The only way they can help is this: If you send this email to other people<>AOL will track this email and count how many people get it. Every person that opens this email and sends it to at least 3 people will give us 32c. (in Zimbabwe dollars) Please help us.


It hardly takes a minute for you to forward this to your friends, Please do it…


Moments in Life

There are moments in life when you miss someone
so much that you just want to pick them from
your dreams and hug them for real!






When the door of happiness closes, another opens;
But very often we look so long at the
Closed door that we don't see the one,
Which has been opened for us




Don't go for looks; they can deceive.
Don't go for wealth; even that fades away.
Go for someone who makes you smile,
Because it takes only a smile to
Make a dark day seem bright.
Find the one that makes your heart smile.







Dream what you want to dream;
Go where you want to go;
Be what you want to be,
Because you have only one life
And one chance to do all the things
You want to do.






May you have enough happiness to make you sweet
Enough trials to make you strong,
Enough sorrow to keep you human and
Enough hope to make you happy.








The happiest of people don't necessarily
Have the best of everything;
They just make the most of
Everything that comes along their way.







The brightest future will always
Be based on a forgotten past;
You can't go forward in life until
You let go of your past failures and heartaches.







When you were born, you were crying
And everyone around you was smiling.
Live your life so at the end,
You're the one who is smiling and everyone
Around you is crying.







Please send this message to those people
Who mean something to you (I JUST DID);
To those who have touched your life in one way or another;
To those who make you smile when you really need it;
To those who make you see the
Brighter side of things when you are really down;
To those whose friendship you appreciate;
To those who are so meaningful in your life.

Stay happy without hurting somebody...








Don't count the years; count the memories

HAVE A BLESSED DAY!!

Sunday, August 24, 2008

The 6 Most Terrifying Foods in the World

Balot is still the best exotic food. :)

# 6. ESCAMOLES

From: MEXICO
What the hell is it? Escamoles are the eggs of the giant black Liometopum ant, which makes its home in the root systems of maguey and agave plants. Collecting the eggs is a uniquely unpleasant job, since the ants are highly venomous and have some kind of blood grudge against human orifices.
The eggs have the consistency of cottage cheese. The most popular way to eat them is in a taco with guacamole, while being fucking insane.
Wait, it gets worse ... Escamoles have a surprisingly pleasant taste: buttery and slightly nutty. This hugely increases the chances that, while in Mexico, you could eat them without realizing you are eating a taco full of fucking ant eggs.


# 5. CASU MARZU

From: SARDINIA, ITALY
What the hell is it? This, dear reader, is a medium-sized lump of Sweet Fucking Christ. Casu Marzu is a sheep' milk cheese that has been deliberately infested by a Piophila casei, the "cheese fly." The result is a maggot-ridden, weeping stink bomb in an advanced state of decomposition.

Its translucent larvae are able to jump about 6 inches into the air, making this the only cheese that requires eye protection while eating. The taste is strong enough to burn the tongue, and the larvae themselves pass through the stomach undigested, sometimes surviving long enough to breed in the intestine, where they attempt to bore through the walls, causing vomiting and bloody diarrhea.

Wait, it gets worse ... This cheese is a delicacy in Sardinia, where it is illegal. That' right. It is illegal in the only place where people actually want to eat it. If this does not communicate a very clear message, perhaps the larvae will, as they leap desperately toward your face in an effort to escape the putrescent horror of the only home they have ever known. Even the cheese itself is ashamed; when prodded, it weeps an odorous liquid called lagrima, Sardinian for "tears."






# 4. LUTEFISK

From: NORWAY

What the hell is it? Ahhh, Lutefisk. After the larvae-ridden cheese, it's a blessed relief to sample a clean, down-to-earth Scandinavian recipe.
A little too clean.
Lutefisk is a traditional Norwegian dish featuring cod that has been steeped for many days in a solution of lye, until its flesh is caustic enough to dissolve silver cutlery.
Wait, it gets worse ... For those of you who don't know, lye (potassium hydroxide/sodium hydroxide) is a powerful industrial chemical used for cleaning drains, killing plants, de-budding cow horns, powering batteries and manufacturing biodiesel. Contact with lye can cause chemical burns, permanent scarring, blindness or total deliciousness, depending on whether you pour it onto a herring or your own face. Or, so the lutefisk industry would have us believe.

# 3. BABY MICE WINE
From: KOREA
What the hell is it? What better to wash down your gelatinous lumps of lye fish than a nice chilled cup of dead mice? What better indeed.

Baby mice wine is a traditional Chinese and Korean "health tonic," which apparently tastes like raw gasoline. Little mice, eyes still closed, are plucked from the embrace of their loving mothers and stuffed (while still alive) into a bottle of rice wine. They are left to ferment while their parents wring their tiny mouse paws in despair, tears drooping sadly from the tips of their whiskers.

Wait, it gets worse ... Do you wince at the thought of swallowing a tequila worm? Imagine how you'd feel during a session on this bastard. Whoops, I swallowed a dead mouse! Whoops, there goes another one! Whoops, I just puked my entire body out of my nose!

# 2. PACHA


From: IRAQ

What the hell is it? Of all the dishes, this is the one most likely to be mistaken for a threatening message from the mob. It' a sheep' head. Boiled.
Wait, it gets worse ... Pacha only reveals its terror gradually. Sure, maybe you can get around the fact that you're eating face. But, the more you eat it, the more bone is revealed, until you give a final burp and set your cutlery down beside a grinning ivory skull. Its hollow eye sockets stare back at you with a look of grim damnation. "Burp while ye may," the sockets say, "for the same fate will happen to you--and all too soon."
# 1. BALUT

From: PHILIPPINES



What the hell is it? Behold, for our journey of horror reaches its destination. Balut are duck eggs that have been incubated until the fetus is all feathery and beaky, and then boiled alive. The bones give the eggs a uniquely crunchy texture.

They are enjoyed in Cambodia, Philippines and the fifth and seventh levels of hell. They are typically sold by street vendors at night, out of buckets of warm sand. You can spot the vendors because of their glowing red eyes, and the faint, otherworldly sound of children screaming.

Wait, it gets worse ... ... Because you're never going to look at an egg the same way. Tell yourself that every time you crack open an egg from now on you won't be half expecting a leathery wad of bird to come flopping out into the skillet.

Yes, balut is upsetting on about a half-dozen levels. Sure, all meat eaters know on some level that the delicious chop on your plate used to belong to something cute and fluffy, which gambolled in the sun during the brief spring of its life. Most of the time, it' perfectly possible not to give a shit. But, when you're biting into something that hasn't even had a chance to see its mother' face ... well, it' different.