You dont have to watch the video, its just 2 gruesome!!
But please sign the petition Please sign the petition..........................
PLEASE PLEASE SIGN THIS PETITION BUT THE VIDEO IS NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED!!
video:- http://www.glumbert.com/media/dolphin
Petition to sign :- http://www.petitiononline.com/golfinho/petition.html
i strongly recomend you to see the video before signing the petition!!
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Hey di! Good to see you've started a blog, but post sumtin cheerful :P
btw, I found my then-latest article somewhere. Here ya go:
Now for those of you who have read my earlier blogs, you probably have an idea of our school and how it generally is. Our school motto is:
Nooru rubai irruku, ana oru anju rubai train eduthu kalakalam!
That is precisely what we got - oru sama gappu adichufying train with Mr.Mooku and some others. (one of whom got on my nerves pretty badly)
I will talk about our great journey today.
The day was misty, though it was considered night, but the shine from the radioactive waste dabba that was dragged along the track by a modified Chennai auto made it seem like day. A very bright light approached us. It was from a fluorescent bulb. The new technology light that combines the bulb and the tubelight. The very same bulb which we call, MOOKU...
It approached us...(I'm using neutral gender so that I don't offend most species...though I can't help that with MR/s. Shanti, so I am very sorry miss/ter)...It approached with a smile on it's face, (according to some now-dead Maramande who was stupid enough to look at Mooku and write it down) A very dumb smile (Inna pannarethu?) and it said:
"Are you people happy about this trip?"
I'm considering this as a statement and not a question because the answer was so obvious ; No...
We got into the train at 10:45 PM and said bye to our parents and our relatives, and our relatives' parents ,and our friends' parents and our friends' relatives and our friends' relatives' parents, and our parent's relatives, and our friends' parents' relatives, and our parent's relatives' parents, and our friends' parents' relatives' parents, and our parents' parents, and our friends' parents' parents, and our parents' friends' relatives, and our friends' parents' friends' relatives, and our parents' friends, and our friends' parents' friends...
then we set off... watching
our parents and our relatives, and our relatives' parents ,and our
friends' parents and our friends' relatives and our friends' relatives'
parents, and our parent's relatives, and our friends' parents'
relatives, and our parent's relatives' parents, and our friends'
parents' relatives' parents, and our parents' parents, and our friends'
parents' parents, and our parents' friends' relatives, and our friends'
parents' friends' relatives, and our parents' friends, and our
friends' parents' friends
(By now, all the chumma paathu, over-a scene utte, padichen-ne solliuttitu kupara paduthufying people will all be gone)
The train rode slowly and steadily...Mooku went to talk to the Conductor...wait, before I continue, I'd like to ask:
Who made this man a Conductor? Did I miss an important announcement about a new VIP on board or something? This man is a Ticket Collector and let him be happy with that.
Anyway, this 'conductor' explained the ticket idea at least four times before dying of high radiation. It is unfortunate, though, that our Mookusaami fell asleep during the lecture and so the entire plan was mixed up all over again.(For those of you who want to know what the first time was, it was the fact that this highly intelligent being came onto the compartment.)
Parrots and other pets should be taken into the pets compartment but this individual bird should have been put in a crate and dragged via speedboat to the bermuda triangle.
Adhu-ve kodumai aana, next day, Mooku-ode murder-a paathi(Death of ticket collector)nambha ellam oru pudhu compartment-le board panni vechitaange. Endha compartment aana, unreserved 3rd class compartment. One thing, the seats didn't have cushions, so we had to tender to our backsides while also trying not to make funny faces as two highly intelligent young men who probably graduated from Cooam Local University for Energetic (high hope) Lovers Experimenting with Soranilladha Sombearis(CLUELESS) were busy sight adichufying two old women who've probably been married fifteen times and now have two husbands.
They also featured high class English statements like "How you're all is going?" and "Aaaaagaaa! Andha ponnu kittai sama figure irruku! Avangal vise nooru-ke maelai irrukum, anna avangal sama figure vechittu irukuraange, adhuku thaan, naa depinate aa sight adikinum.
All of you must be aware of the phrase "KAAPADUNGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!NAA SETHU POIUDUVEN!!!!!!"
Thats what all of us were feeling coming out of the chunk of scrap metal. Only all of us couldn't express this as a certain unwanted spirit was among us. A spirit a little bit more intelligent than Mooku, but all the way as bad.
There was a third spirit that made our stay a bit better, but I will cease to talk more about spirits as people will think I am a patient from our famous Kilpauk Mental Hospital and that I ran away along with Mr.Mooku, but I'm sure Mooku will stay right where he is even if I were hauled back.
The train reached the station...our backsides were possibly intact, but what surprised me the most were the posters on the wall promoting the election of Mr.Vijaykanth. However, since his face couldn't be taken completely, only a part of his ear was taken by an automated camera (to prevent loss of life) and then edited gigabyte by gigabyte in Photoshop.
All was fine until we saw two more boxes coming towards us...
Happy Valentines Day guys! Hope you all enjoyed. Remember:
All characters in this post are possibly fictional and any resemblance to a real life person ( or thing ;-) ) is probably consequential.
Sees yoos adutha naal!
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Well, that wraps it up :D
Cya in school, byeeee
nice work... I had a series of petition signing things on my blog. got to start seeing what is worth again.. :) super thanks for reading blog... and the name? why so?
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