I love this shot... was taken w my lousy camera~ but is so clear...

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Clean air is given,
For us to breathe;
Clean water is given,
For us to drink;

The land is formed,
So we can stand and not drown,
The fire appeared,
So we can fight the darkness fear;

Mother earth loves,
Cannot be replaced--
Mother earth cares,
Carries billions years--

Knowledge is given,
To create civilization;
But�c�c
Sinfully us, never satisfy.

The clean air we pollute,
with the fire given,
the clean water we pollute,
with the excessive human activities.

She is mad,
But she can�ft speak,
action taken,
with unusual law of nature.


See the reclaimed land~ on the sea !

Open Burning

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It seems like recently, they have alot of tigers' news or is just me that started having the courage to read all the MyCat news once again.... anger, fears, dissapointment often grew within me when i read about tigers' news.... i really wish i can help all the wild tigers.... but.... who am i ?

Based on this news article's picture, I wrote a poem for the tiger.

Your angry eyes
Of hatred and fears,
Towards the human kind
Claiming your land;

Your angry roar
Of hatred and fears,
Protesting human act
Of false accused;

You were confused; lost;
Of human new rules,

Slowly your angry roar diminished--
As you know you had failed;
To protect your ancestor land [no one understand you; nor]
And soul. [hear you]

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R u jealous of dogs that have super power to sniff through all the scent we cannot even think of smelling it? every single scent we cant detect, will easily detected by the dogs.

Erm, well i finally understand how the dogs feel, because recently, my nose is so clear that i can scent something, when i complaint my parents just shoo me off for being too sensitive and saying is my brain that scent it and not my nose who scent it.

i have very low tolerant towards smoker, (no offence please) because i can scents them from far away, while they busy smoking their lungs black :P. and hence i cant breath, imagine if a dog was there, what will the dog feel? gosh, i pity the dog...

another scenario, u know the car exhaust that left out all the CO? yes i can scent that smell too from far away lol, i just hate it so much, and i cannot breath through the air because of that.. i have to cover my nose and hold my breath until they r gone lol... and imagine what will the dog feel with all the gases... when i hardly breath, what about them?

there was a day, i went to the bank, along the way, there were 5 different scent that i pick up in just a short journey. A very nice smoothing scent which reminds me of my past, a SMELLY scents along the corridor from the car exhaust, scent of rubbish along the hallway and scent of wood syelek ( ok idk what is it called in english) and scent of money in the bank lol...

imagine, if me a normal human can pick up these few scents in just a short journey, what about the dogs that have super good nose? every single scents, like mosquitoes~, ants~ and etc i bet the dogs can just scents it... thats y dont blame the dogs when they r curious ~~ lol

idk maybe my post dont make any sense but well...

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Creator presenting us~
color of different life;
to cherish and to love
for generations over generations....

Colors dance in our life--
blue of the beautiful sky;
orange of the masculine eye;
green of the motherly kind;

Yellow of my bloodline;
white of thy bloodline;
black of theirs bloodline;
brown of others bloodline;

But why... ...
do we destroy?
But why... ...
do we discriminate?

The colors remain silent-
no protest; no anger;
Our belief make entrance
with Protest; with anger... ...

Turning the colorful life
into nightmare for life
torturing the present
destroying the future......

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Am I an actor?
Yes I think I am,
I can act few characters,
That no one able to figure it out...

You see me as cheerful,
But inside within me I�m not,
That�s why I said I�m an actor,
Which always hide behind the cheerful mask.

I make everyone think I'm fine,
But behind the scene I suffered,
I cry, I hurt myself every time,
But once I�m on stage I entertain.

But when the time passes by,
The mask must taken off,
Because it is cracking,
Because I no longer able to hide,
My real self, my real me.

I�m tired being an actor,
That plays the good role,
That cheers my audiences,
And hide my ugly self deep beneath me.

I�m the shadow of phantom of the opera,
But I think he is better,
He dare to love, dare to confront,
But for me... I run away...
No one actually knows... my real face behind the scene...

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