Crimes worth noting.

And you thought that a developed country or city is perfect?



DUBAI - A giganormous theft in Wafi Mall on the 15th of April left the whole of Dubai shocked out of their wits. 50 million DOLLARS worth of jewellery was stolen from the Mall.

Largest jewel robbery (Belgium) - At the Antwerp Diamond center, Belgium, over the weekend of 15/16 February 2003, 123 of the 160 vaults were emptied, with an estimated loss of at least $100 million.

Largest robbery by a mugger (UK) - Treasury bills and certificates of deposit worth $435 million were stolen when a mugger attacked a money-broker's messenger in the city of London, UK, on May 2, 1990.

Largest drug seizures - On September 29, 1989 in Sylmar, California, USA, officers from the Drug Enforcement Administration seized 21,570 kg of cocaine. The largest heroin seizure took place in Bangkok, Thailand, on February 11, 1988 when officers seized 1,277 kg of heroin.




Think again.




PS: I'm really sorry, and I know this has nothing to do with the topic, but I just HAD to tell all of you. Pablo Picasso's full name is.....*drum roll please*.....
Pablo Diego Jose Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno de los Remedios Crispin Cipriano de la Santisma Trinidad Ruiz y Picasso.
I'll give you a minute to retrieve your breath.
He is also the most prolific painter. In a career that lasted 75 years, Picasso (I will refrain from typing his name out again) has produced about 13,500 painting and designs, 100,000 prints and engravings, 34,000 book illustrations, and 300 sculptures and ceramics.
Yeah, catch your breath again.

What would you .....?

What would you do....

If you had to choose between your family and your dreams?
If you didn't know the extent of your abilities?
If you found out your whole life was a dream?
If you really liked someone and couldn't express your feelings?
If you realised you never really had a true friend your whole life?
If you found out that you were the problem all along?
If you were a victim of a natural disaster like so many people today?
If you were working so hard for success that you forgot who you were?
If you knew what you wanted to do, but couldn't?
If you met someone who had no Faith in mankind?
If one of your friends ran away from home and begged you to provide shelter for him?

Think about it.

Observations.

I know this is a very late "new post", and this is certainly History repeating itself, but I have a totally reasonable explanation as to why I haven't updated my blog for more than a month. I was in Sandakphu! What's that? I was there only for 8 days, you say? Well, I needed to recover from the whole not-having-a-bath-for-eight-days thing. And also, my mind had blanked out. I had ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to write about! And since the very commonly talked about things in the blogosphere had already been talked about, I didn't think I needed to express my views on a huge pile of already-expressed-views. Which is what I'm sort of doing now, but don't call me a hypocrite yet!

I have something to share with everyone who knows about my blog. It's something I wrote in my Commercial Applications class, when I was actually supposed to be studying about "an element of risk in business". I looked around, my mind having muffled the monotonous voice that was gradually beginning to sound like a lullaby. And what I got, was this.....


Pens scribbling furiously. Glasses being pushed up noses. Hair being tucked behind ears. Yawns being passed on. Arms being leaned on. Watches being glanced at. Brains tuning out. Pencils being sharpened. Unenthusiastic answers. Eyes widening in disbelief. Tongues being stuck out. Eyebrows being raised. Textbooks being closed. Blank minds and hiding faces. Arms being raised. Names being "exchanged".



It's only a sort paragraph, but if you imagine it after reading it, you'll be there. All of us have noticed this sleepy, slow moments in class that somehow seem so cliched. It seems like the whole world is going faster than we are. Everything seems to have frozen. Sounds don't seem to exist. It was some experience, and i just HAD to share it with everybody. I would suggest closing your eyes and imagining it all. You won't even need the words to see what's happening.

I showed it to a friend of mine. And she said "Random geniosity"

:D:D

Food For Thought.

My Dad recently told me I have a country singer's voice. I was shocked (not disappointed, shocked, in a good way). He said that my voice is the kind that sounds better along with a strumming guitar rather than an orchestra or two in the background.

It gave me some food for thought.

So while I sat there chewing (excuse the pun), I remembered something a good friend told me once. I had asked that friend whether I knew him well. He replied that he didn't think he was the judge in that matter. Now I, being a firm believer in the thing-ama-bob, "People who think they know me better than me.... don't know anything", was a bit, you might say, unnerved by this response. So he told me that if he thought he knew himself well enough to judge, it would be a different matter. I smiled.

Many a time, we think that we are something that we have to be all the time. If you're a party animal, you can't stay quiet. If you're a quiet person, you cant get crazy.

Then, when someone comes and tells you that you're not the person you thought you are, it's quite a jolt. You can choose to take it in any way. Sure, we're the best judges of ourselves. But that doesn't mean we don't let our friends and family and people who care about us have a hand in making ourselves better people.

Sometimes you gotta let it go. Sometimes, you have to learn to learn from people other than you. Sometimes .... you have to think a bit before deciding how to react to people's comments about you.

A lot of times, though, people don't comment. But don't get all proud about it, you never know what reason they have for not telling you what they think of you. It happens very often that you know what you really are ... but people react to it differently. And it ends up in lots of nonsensical circumstances like misunderstanding and crying and suicide and what-not. So if people aren't commenting, there must be something wrong. Talk to them about it.

What I'm trying to say is don't think that you can live in isolation or not let anyone interfere in your life. That's not possible. You need to know what people think. Because sometimes, they're not out to get you. Sometimes .... they just might be right.

And I am so GLAD that I found out what kind of voice I have! Some people never find out. And I'm not one of them.

:D:D

Ickily, Limerickily yours!

Yeah, I was bored. Yes, even before a Physics exam. So I searched for some limericks to lighten me up. And I also ended up getting some information on them.... Here goes...

Limericks - The History
Variants of the form of poetry referred to as Limerick poems can be traced back to the fourteenth century English history. Limericks were used in Nursery Rhymes and other poems for children. But as limericks were short, relatively easy to compose and bawdy or sexual in nature they were often repeated by beggars or the working classes in the British pubs and taverns of the fifteenth, sixteenth and seventh centuries. The poets who created these limericks were therefore often drunkards! Limericks were also referred to as dirty.

Where does the term 'Limerick' come from?
The word derives from the Irish town of Limerick. Apparently a pub song or tavern chorus based on the refrain "Will you come up to Limerick?" where, of course, such bawdy songs or 'Limericks' were sung.

Limericks - The form
Limericks consist of five anapaestic lines.
Lines 1, 2, and 5 of Limericks have seven to ten syllables and rhyme with one another.
Lines 3 and 4 of Limericks have five to seven syllables and also rhyme with each other.

Limericks - A Defence - Shakespeare even wrote Limericks!
Admittedly the content of Limericks can often verge on the indecent, the dirty, or even the obscene, but they make people laugh! Limericks are easy to remember! Limericks are short and no great talent is necessary to compose one - Limericks are a form of poetry that everyone feels happy to try (especially when inebriated!). Limericks as a form of poetry has survived the test of time dating back for centuries! And whilst the poetic and literary skills of Shakespeare are not necessary for the composition of a limerick the great Bard himself did in fact write limericks which can be found in two of his greatest plays - Othello and King Lear.

Limericks

There once was an old man of Esser,
Whose knowledge grew lesser and lesser,
It at last grew so small
He knew nothing at all,
And now he's a college professor.

There once was a lady from Hyde,
Who ate a green apple and died,
While her lover lamented,
The apple fermented,
and made cider inside her inside.

A mouse in her room woke Miss Doud
Who was frightened and screamed very loud
Then a happy thought hit her
To scare off the critter
She sat up in bed and just meowed

There was a fat turkey named Sam,
Who gobbled whenever he ran.
He came out of the bush,
Presenting his tush,
And was shot up the arse by a man. (!!!!!)

There was a young lady from Niger,
Who smiled as she rode on a tiger.
After the ride
She was inside,
And the smile was on the face of the tiger.

There once was a poet named Dan,
Who's poetry never would scan.
When told this was so,
He said, "Yes, I know"
"It's because I try to put every possible syllable into the very last line that I can" !!

I've been studying all night and I'm tired,
But I can't sleep because I'm so wired.
So I'll play on the net
'Stead of going to bed,
And my tests will seem a quagmire. (HAHAHAHA)

There was a young maid from Madras
Who had a magnificent ass;
Not rounded and pink,
As you probably think---
It was grey, had long ears, and ate grass. (raised eyebrow)

There once was a lady named Lynn
Who was so uncommonly thin,
that when she assayed
to drink lemonade,
she slipped through the straw and fell in!

A wonderful bird is the Pelican.
His beak can hold more than his belly can.
He can hold in his beak
Enough food for a week!
But I'll be darned if I know how the hellican?

There once was a young man of Trinity
Who found y^e root infinity.
But y^e digits
Gave him infinite fidgits,
So he dropped math and took up divinity.

There once was a fellow named Clyde
who went to a funeral and cried.
When asked who was dead,
he stammered and said
I don't know, I just came for the ride.

A canner exceedingly canny
One morning remarked to his granny
A canner can can
Anything that he can
But a canner can¹t can a can, can he?

okay..... I supose that's enough....hope you guys enjoyed reading these!

Thank you, WBCs!

This post is to thank my White Blood Corpuscles.
I am immune to a lot of common 'diseases' that my friends normally are attacked by. And as I was studying Biology, I realised that if I have to be grateful for everything that I've got, why not start with my WBCs?
Thank you, WBCs, for protecting me and fighting the ghastly bacteria that threaten to eat my insides away.
And, of course, my platelets.:D:D
I think, with the innumerable times I've got cuts, I wouldn't be typing out these words if it weren't for my platelets. Thanks for clotting my blood and preventing me from bleeding to a gory death.

I think it's a good thing that something like Biology has inspired me to write. So I guess it wasn't a waste of time after all.

Yes, Bio has gotten to me. Don't be shocked if I start thanking Electricity for being there, before my Physics exam. Nuh-uh.

:D:D:D I hope you all are thanking your WBCs and other things too. Charity starts at Home, and your body is the Home of your soul. So be good to your body, it'll be good to you!:D:D:D

signing out....Jozie

*Fill in the blank*

I'm confused. VERY confused.
A lot of things are going on in my mind and I don't think they should right before a Biology exam.... Just taking a break and for some reason i didn't feel like writing it down in my Diary (how confused i am, i mean) and i don't even care about the fact that my "i"s aren't in block. It's just this weird feeling.... and it's not even nervousness or exam fever, i wouldn't even consider this feeling to be of pre-exam fright. To clear out your minds, it's not a feeling of "Love" for anybody. it's more of an uncomfortable feeling, and it's actually making me feel lethargic and also making me mix up my "i"s with my "e"s.
I don't have butterflies, i don't feel itchy all over, I don't have nausea(even if i do, i never puke), i haven't lost my peripheral(sp?) vision.....so i don't really think it's anything medical. SO WHAT THE HELL IS IT!?!?!?!?!
Ugh! i don't even know why i'm writing this...and i'm not even feeling negative....in fact, i'm very positive that the tricuspid valves are in the right side of the Heart(er....?).
it has already been ten minutes and all i've written is this. reviewing the day, there seems to be nothing that bothered me or stirred up emotions or thoughts of any kind, except, of course, my French paper which was in fact extremely good and all the thoughts it brought about were drowsy ones.
i just realised i'm not even....ugh, i'm too tired to explain..
Wait...THAT'S IT!!

I'm sleepy.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!

P.S.: to all my friends who read through this, i apologise for putting you through so much agony at the end of this post. Trust me, your pain did NOT exceed mine. And another thing, the lameness of this post was not intentional, i just thought i'd write it down, surprisingly not in my Diary, but on my blog, and i think it helped, i know that i'm zzzzzzzzzz......