Tips to fight DUI charges

Driving under the influence of alcohol or any other drug is a crime in most of the countries and the laws are very severe for people who are caught red handed in any vehicle after consuming alcohol or any other drug for that matter. Driving a vehicle (DUI) includes from small vehicle to a big one and anyone who is caught for injuring someone or killing someone can be heavily fined in most of the counties. This will come under DUI(Driving under the Influence of drugs) and this criminal offence in some countries is very much punishable. The laws are getting more and stricter as more and more people are being caught in DUI.

Cops sometimes take advantage of this and can file a case against you for drunk and drive. Well in such a case you must be smart enough to handle the case. The first and foremost thing is that never plead guilty in such a case because then everything can go against you. Massachusetts Drunk Driving Lawyer are always there to help you out of these critical situations. They are experts in handling these types of cases and they help you from paying huge fines and they save your license which means you can continue driving and they also help you to retain your job. So it is better that you contact them and the rest they will do for you.

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Manasvi Mamgai Miss India 2010

Manasvi Mamgai age 22 has been crowned the Pantaloons Femina Miss India contest.She is a model and she took this as profession way back and she was born the capital of India Delhi but right now she lives in Mumbai.The good thing for all the youngsters is she is single.Winning is not a new thing to her since she has already won the Miss Tourism 2008 and Miss Elite 2006.Dancing and travelling are her favorite hobbies.

Manasvi Mamgai in the finals overcome some of the tough contenders with some smart and apt answers.One of her best answers that impressed everyone was , she was asked how do you think you have an edge over other contestants. She said that having already won two titles 1 Miss Tourism and another Miss Elite she has an edge over other contestants.She also said that her next big dream would be to win Miss World for her country.

Duffy

Duffy. Not the gorgeous Welsh songstress and certainly not the Scottish lesbian Poet Laureate, Carol-Ann but Gillian, Gillian Duffy, widow, grandmother, sixty six year old Rochdale resident and salt of the earth. On Wednesday, accidentally, she encountered the Labour prime minister Gordon Brown during one of his pre-election walkabouts. She spoke to him in a pleasant, respectful manner and politely posed a couple of questions about immigration into the UK from eastern Europe.

Later, leaving that Rochdale suburb in his car with TV mike still attached, Gordon Brown was heard to describe Gillian Duffy as a "bigoted woman". There are questions to ask about how this recording ever emerged. Who broke trust with Brown? A BBC technician? A news editor? Shouldn't it all have remained discreetly private? After all, we know for sure that David Cameron and Nicholas Clegg would have equally condescending things to say about voters in the snug confines or their own official cars.

But getting back to the issue. Brown showed his true colours that day. The majority of the "host" population of the UK have questions to ask about immigrant waves and Mrs Duffy was only voicing what most people feel. It's not Gillian Duffy who is the bigot - it is in fact Gordon Brown himself - he of the high moral Presbyterian ground - who looks down on people like Gillian Duffy - the backbone of Labour's support. She is not a racist. She is an ordinary citizen. It's okay for Brown living the high life in London, jetting round the world - he doesn't have to live in fragmented neighbourhoods invaded by economic migrants.

I will vote Labour as I always have done next Thursday - even though I know that Labour have lost it. This is the party of health care for all, of quality public education, of libraries, of trade union comradeship and of welfare services - the party of the ordinary people. I couldn't vote for anyone else but with regard to Brown with his false smile and Presbyterian bigotry, I say do the right thing and resign next Friday - leaving the door open for a new New Labour headed by David Milliband, Andy Burnham or Alan Johnson. Just like Hull City Mr Brown - you're going down and you've let us down. The idea of England's parliament being led by the odious "Tory boy" - David Cameron, turns my stomach - and this is largely down to Gordon Brown's bumbling ineptitude. Labour's case could have been presented so much more convincingly.

Soccer Mania

This is a sponsored post which tells us about the growing importance for soccer game. The craze for soccer game is getting bigger and better especially with soccer world cup going to be underway very soon. The world cup will start in less than 50 days, right from kids to youngsters almost everyone are drenched in to one of the craziest games in the earth. I would like to call it as Soccer Mania and people are seen with soccer balls every where. I personally think the craze for the game would become much bigger as days progress and it will never get diminished and the game is here to stay. I know many people who like to take soccer as a career option and they like their kids to play soccer in a serious manner. Well my advice for those people is,” Just do what your heart persuades and just go for it”.

I would also suggest you to train your kids on soccer and for that you need to equip them with nice training facilities which would make them a better soccer player. Soccer Nets especially portable ones would be very handy for your kids. You can place an order for less than 100 dollars. The bars are re-enforced which give additional stability. The soccer mania will be the talk of the town very soon and believe me this is a game which is going to stay for long.

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Lincoln Park, Chicago

The Lincoln Park neighborhood stretches from North Avenue to Diversely Parkway and from the lakefront on the east to about Racine Avenue on the west. The adjoining lakefront park is also called Lincoln Park (causing occasional confusion), though it stretches several miles farther north than the neighborhood.

The Chicago Historical Society contains an extensive collection of historic costumes as well as history galleries where you can view Lincoln’s deathbed and artifacts and first hand testimonials from the great Chicago Fire of 1871. Children love to climb aboard the pioneer locomotive, Chicago’s first train.

You will find elegant town houses and small apartment buildings from the late 1800s and early 1900s in the Lincoln Park neighborhood, the heart of which is the intersection of Fullerton Avenue, Lincoln Avenue, and Hasted Street. The area declined after World War Ii as residents moved to the suburbs but it was rediscovered in the 1970s; now it is full of million dollar homes, coffee houses and funky boutiques.

Dressing in style

Hi friends, developing dressing sense should be a part of everyone’s life both men and women. The dressing ability goes with the family background whether liberal or orthodox. The habit of choosing dresses is based on the outlook and the experiences we learn around us. This is the inner inborn qualities of people to select the clothes that are so appealing. Those wishing for evening fashion must go through the evening wear style guide. The clothes for attending to dinner with friends and relatives, shopping or attending functions will find good looking clothes can always adhere to the above fashion.

Women will mostly find little bit confused on selection policies and the fashion management will do the needful. There are varieties of pretty apparels with comfort enriching the girls’ stature. For those girls of smaller height should go for brighter colors which will be appropriate for them. They can also try minimum ornaments and accessories matching the color of the dress. With excellent dressing up may not be the end of fashion but wearing with correct shoes and exclusive bags and most importantly perfect choice of jewels wearing will make you look beautiful. Wearing necklace of different models and colors or wearing a pearl necklace will be a real highlight.

Carpenter

Who was that rather reluctant American troubadour on the stage of the Floral Hall in Hornsea some time in 1971? Hornsea, halfway down Bridlington Bay on the east coast of Yorkshire. Little more than a large village that once perhaps had pretensions of becoming a seaside resort to rival Scarborough further up the coast.

Inside that North Sea-beaten Floral Hall between the ages of fifteen and eighteen I met my first girlfriends, had a fight that stilled the dance floor, began my one and only LSD trip, shared tales, downed copious amounts of beer and enjoyed some great live music including UFO, Mott the Hoople, Roxy Music and a sad-looking thirty year old from Oregon called Tim Hardin.

Tim Hardin...You don't hear the name much these days. He was born in Eugene in 1941, entered the US marines in 1959 and was subsequently posted to Vietnam where, as well as being a "military advisor", he apparently discovered heroin. Back in the USA he became part of the Greenwich Village scene but somehow never really fitted in. He was on the edge of things but later found a place on the main stage bill at Woodstock in 1969.

In his last ten years, he was often over here in England, eking out a living from folk club appearances and mini-concerts such as the one I witnessed in Hornsea all those years ago. But between appearances he was wrestling with a lonely heroin addiction that ultimately meant he only lived half a life, dying in December 1980. On his simple memorial stone at the Twin Oaks cemetery in Oregon - these true words are inscribed - "He sang from the heart".

Tim Hardin was a talented songwriter who never really followed the crowd. He was his own man. Some songwriters leave little behind as the tide of time washes over their achievements but high up the shingle on Hornsea beach Tim Hardin has left at least two songs that endure - "If I Were A Carpenter" and this one... "Reason to Believe", once memorably re-interpreted by Rod Stewart but covered by several other bigtime artistes. Thank you Tim for at least leaving us this song.

Past Memories :) :)

Jumping, Playing, Laughing,

Pillow Fighting, Screaming With A Squeaked Voice

Was Our Daily Night Routine

Before Going To Bed.

Scribbling In Your Book

Breaking Your Pencil Lead

Hiding Your Books

Was My Daily Routine.

Mom's Tensed Voice,

Angry Tone, Unable To Control

My Naughty Behavior To

Avoid Noise Pollution At Home.

I Still Remember Our Night Talks

We Used To Sleep Together, Sharing

The Same Bed Spread.

Mom Used To Switch Off The Light

And Both of Us Would Happily Wave

Our Hand Saying, Bye.....Bye!!!!!!

You Are My Close Best Friend,

We Share Many Matters.....Top Secret Matters....

And Tease Each Other.......

Eventhough We Are Far Distant Apart,

We Are Always Connected Heart-Heart !!!!!!!!

Dear Sis, I Terribly Miss You A Lot :((

And I Miss Those Memorable Days As Well :((

PS :- Dearies, Thanks A  Lot For All Your Cherishable Compliments For Previous Post, "Broken Heart".

 

Nearby

Last week I was imprisoned by Mrs Pudding. She insisted that I practised my decorating skills upon our front room - the lounge. Good grief! It was last decorated as recently as 2003. You could still smell the drying paint. Many hours later, the picture rail and skirting boards are satin white, the ceiling is baby white and the walls are ivory. Naturally, I made good use of my favourite DIY product - decorator's caulk - to fill in those irritating little cracks and holes - in my quest to produce a professional finish. Mrs Pudding was not disappointed and as a reward, allowed me to visit the local pub for half a pint of Tetley's bitter and a salted peanut.

But this was not meant to be the reason for this blogpost. Ten days ago, before the decorating sentence, I had one of my rambles in Sheffield's Golden Frame - around the previously grim mining village of Treeton and here are three pictures I snapped for your edification...

Top - St Helen's Church, Treeton - listed in the Domesday Book of 1086

Middle - "Cattails" on the banks of Treeton Dyke

Bottom - Grey horse under electricity pylon

The Wicked Pattern

The first time I fell in love I was about 6. I went to visit my aunt in L.A. one summer, and she had a friend, and that friend had kids, and one of those kids was my age, and that kid who was my age was a boy, and that boy was the most beautiful perfect thing I had ever seen in my short life, and within instants I knew he would be my husband.

His name was Jamie.

Since the only training I had been given in regards to love came from disney movies, I was certain that the feeling would be mutual and that we would kiss and live happily ever after. I don't remember how long we played for or what games we even played before I declared my undying love to him. I proceeded to close my eyes like they did in the movies and wait for him to kiss me. Well, no such thing happened. Instead, he ran like the wind. I obviously had no idea what was happening, so I tried following him around for a while, but he just kept running away from me. Eventually he went away for good, my summer vacation ended, I went back home to Brazil, and for the next three years littered every single paper I could find with Larissa loves Jamie encompassed by red hearts.

Since that was my first experience with love, it became my definition of love. And once we define how we believe something to be, it tends to happen just that way, over and over again, until many years later we find that we're in therapy wondering, over and over again, why we keep declaring our love to men who then proceed to run away, and why we then obsess over it for the next three years. Fascinating, isn't it. One would think we'd catch on to it sooner- I mean, really, how many times do we have to do something before we realize it's a destructive pattern and we're bringing it on ourselves???

So here I am, 18 years after Little Jamie, and if we do the math (I literally just got out a calculator to do the math), it would mean I went through this 6 more times. Well, guess what. I made a list (yes, I did), and there were 6 post-Jamie's in the past 18 years. Not as neatly, some didn't take up three years of my life (thank god), and I was a normal high-schooler who had a new crush every week and dated guys I didn't like and all that, but in the end, the pattern of declaring my love (or what I understood to be love at any given time) to a boy/man, watching him run away from me, and holding on to him for much-longer-than-would-be-understandable-afterwards repeated itself exactly 6 times in 18 years.

Now, I'm pretty obsessed with myself and my life. I've kept diaries since before I could spell the word diary. I write down everything I do, feel, see, hear, and think. I love therapy. I love anything called self-help. I'm an actress. And look, I started a blog, which is basically a structured diary for the public with an added analysis of whatever I write about. I even called it "LARISSA THINKS A LOT." You get the idea.

And yet. Somehow, I have only realized all of this right now. All these years, instead of asking myself, "Why am I wasting my time with someone who doesn't want my love?" and "Why am I not the one who runs away when he doesn't return my love," I always, repeatedly, asked myself, "Why doesn't he love me?" and, worse even, "What can I change about me so that he will love me?"

It feels really sad and pathetic to look back on all the time and love I wasted on people who didn't want it. But it also feels good to "catch it". It always feels pretty good to catch a pattern, actually. Catching it means I'm conscious of it, and being conscious of it means I now have a choice about it. I may not have a choice over who I love, or even how their rejection affects me, but I do see that I may have a choice over how I go about dealing with the situation.

So Jamie and his clan didn't want me and I tried and tried and tried to win their hearts anyway. Okay. Clearly, that didn't work out too well. And it took me 18 years to learn from the same mistake. At least I'm 24, not 74. I actually have time to do something about it.

I don't have a nice conclusion for this post, yet, since it's a new discovery and all, but I do hope that in the future I can blog about this again, and it may include some experiences with mutual, respectful love. And I can say this for now: I'm kicking this wicked little pattern out, and my heart is really excited about the possibility of letting someone in who can return its devotion, and then letting go of those who can't.

Maiwand

The Maiwand Lion as it is known, has been a fixture in Reading for far longer than I can remember. It's situated in the Forbury Gardens part of the old Abbey ruins. It's also said to be the largest cast lion of it's type in the world. So there LOL.

If you take a look at the dedication, you'll realise we really haven't learnt anything at all.

Sachin playing IPL final

Sachin is playing the IPL final which makes the chances for the Mumbai Indians brighter.The match is to start in another 10 minutes and CSK have won the toss and they have decided to bat first in this all important final.Sachin is playing with a split webbing and has been operated in his hand with 5 stitches which means Sachin will not be 100 percent fit. Well it will be a moral boost for Mumbai Indians especially with the crowd backing Mumbai and the master back I hope it will really be an interesting contest and I am looking forward to the match.

Dhoni and his men are up to the challenge of facing Mumbai Indians in their home turf and I guess this would be a very interesting clash and I would name this has the "CLASH OF TITANS".

Slippin'

20 April:
Scunthorpe 2 - 2 Reading

24 April:
Watford 3 - 0 Reading

Broken Heart !!!!!!!!!!!!!

At Times Knowingly Or

Unknowingly, Our Life Faces

A Drastic Change, Which Brings A

Complete New Tough Life.....

How Will I Breath With Such A Broken Heart ??

How Will I Mend My Heart, To Continue Pumping of Blood ??

When Do I Adjust With This Kind of Toughest Situation ??

The Situation Is Such That, Nor I Can Stay With, Nor I Can Stay Apart.

I Feel As Though The Entire World  Separated From Me.....

I Feel Scared.......I Fear That, I May Loose Everyone Close To My Heart....

I Feel That, I Have Already Lost The One's Who Were Very Close To Me....

As A Friend, As A Relative, As A Cousin, As A Sibling....What Not ??

I Am Completely Dripped off From Those Good Positive Thoughts,

Everywhere, I See Only Broken Parts & Broken Thoughts, Broken Relation......

It May Be 'coz of Caring My Close One's

With Overwhelmed  Love & Affection, 

Broke My Heart, Mind & Soul........

I Am Completely Collapsed 'coz of Them........

Is This The Meaning of Humanity & Concern ??

Does This Situation Come Under The Definition of Humanity & Concern ??

This Is The Present Life.....

I Face It With Courage,

I Increase My Self Confidence,

I Forcefully Change My Thoughts,

I Protect Myself Only With Positive Views & Thoughts !!!!!!!!!

PS :- Dearies, Thanks A Lot For All Your Cherishable Compliments For Previous Post, "Flying Up Above The Sky".

PPS :- Dearies, Click On The Image For Larger View. Read Image Quotes As Well :) :) Its Extremely Inspiring :) :)

 

Flying Up Above The Sky!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Your Beautiful Colorful

Wings  Fly To Reach Me

When I Say, I Miss You.

It Shows You Are Caring,

Affectionate, Lovable.

Your Cheerful Smile,

Your Caressing Hand, 

Make Me Feel I Am Secured.

Without You In My Life,

I Feel All Alone.....My Soul

Repeatedly Tells, Do Not Leave That Friend

If You Leave, Then I Would Be Dead......

Your Jokes Expand My Cheeks 

From One End To Another End.

Walking Near The Waves

Hand In Hand, 

Breathing The Same Air,

Tasting The Same Aroma of Nature......

Flies Both of Us Dancing On The Wind !!!!!!!!!!!!

PS :- Dearies, Thanks A Lot For All Your Cherishable Compliments For Previous Post, "True Friends". 

PPS :- This Poem Is Pure Based On My Own Imagination !!!!!!!!!!!! 

 

Abuse

As time goes by, it becomes clear that in every single country where the Roman Catholic church has a major foothold there has been sexual abuse of children by priests. These are men who are supposed to have committed their lives to God and all that goes with Christian mythology - meekness, loving one's neighbour, obeying a Christian moral code that extends way beyond the ten commandments. I feel extremely sorry for all those thousands of priests who have lived blameless lives, serving their religion and their congregations with selflessness, humility and exemplary moral standards for they are now tainted by their peers' cruel exploitation of vulnerable kids over very many years.

There are bad men in the world - paedophiles, rapists, men who are out to gratify themselves with little thought for their victims. We know this. And we might expect such men to appear in different guises - lecherous taxi drivers, raincoated stalkers, egoistic businessmen in flash cars but you wouldn't have expected so many of these bad men to appear in the garb of priests - Men of God.

I can hardly imagine what it must be like to be haunted by memories of sexual abuse. To grow up with feelings of self-loathing, guilt, overwhelming anger and mental confusion. The scars will be deep and long-lasting. I don't suppose you ever truly get over something like that.

Thinking about this issue, certain supplementary questions have occurred to me...

1) How much longer will the Italian government collude with the Catholic church in Italy to cover up that country's legacy of abuse by priests?

2) Yes, children have been sexually abused but what about adults? Grown up Catholics - both men and women - have been vulnerable to abuse and exploitation by priests. Will vigorous investigators ever explore this avenue?

3) Sexual abuse is horrifying but there are other forms of abuse that should invite proper review - physical abuse and systematic humiliation for example. Tales of despotic Christian Brothers and cruel nuns are legendary in Catholic schools and other institutions. Just because such abuse wasn't sexual doesn't mean we should wave it by as if it were ultimately tolerable.

4) Shouldn't the Catholic church ditch the requirement that priests should live pious, celibate lives? Why can't they marry or take partners? Very obviously, existing regulations have helped to provide a fertile climate for sexual predation by priests.

5) Why would anyone continue subscribing to a religion that has provided a previously impenetrable veil behind which such terrible things have happened? A church should be a place of peace, comfort, refreshment, enlightenment - not a place of perversion, wandering hands, evil collusion.

(c) Sean Delones New York Times 2002

Top (c) Don Wright Palm Beach Post 2002

St George's Day

Really should get that flag pole LOL.

Eyjafjallajökull

What does the almost unpronounceable Icelandic name Eyjafjallajokull mean? It is geographically functional and simply means Island-Mountains-Glacier. It lies above coastal mountains that overlook some offshore islands. It is dwarfed by another volcano called Katla (Dragon) whose crater is approximately six miles in diameter. Yes - six miles!

I was lucky enough to visit Iceland in 1991 and saw Eyjafjallajokull with my own eyes as I travelled round that unique country. It is sometimes known as "The Land of Ice and Fire" and I vividly recall a day trip to Viti (Hell) which is another volcano in the north of the island with a vast lake in its sleeping crater. That day in June, a blizzard was blowing snow horizontally as I picked my way across a field of bubbling sulphurous mud pools - like boils bursting out of the planet's troubled core. It was at once enervating and unsettling - to be in the presence of such fundamental forces.

In the centre of the island, it felt as if I was travelling across the surface of the moon - vast lava fields coloured pathetically by tundra lichen. With a guide and half a dozen other visitors, I came to an escarpment that ranged from the northern horizon to the south. Here you could see very clearly where two continental plates are ripping themselves apart - the Mid-Atlantic Ridge. We crept into a huge cavern under that escarpment and saw a lake of steaming hot water. I remember the guide telling us that when he was a boy he used to swim in this lake but by 1991 swimming would have been impossible - boiling vegetables would have been easy.

European aviation authorities have revised their attitude to Eyjafjallajokull's belching of volcanic dust. All of a sudden, caution has been thrown to the wind and aeroplanes may fly following a week of cancellations. Money has spoken. But if we see just one death, one aeroplane brought down then those authorities will have hell to pay.

Historically, when Eyjafjallajokull grumbles, Katla roars a short while later. This would be like jumping on a chair because a mouse is on the loose, only to discover that a herd of wilderbeest are preparing to thunder through the neighbourhood.

We arrogant human beings with our certainties and and our logic sometime imagine that we are masters of this planet as we plunder the forests and the oceans, destroy other creatures, dig minerals from the crust, dam rivers, build skyscrapers, jabber on TV screens - but we are not masters - we are servants, serfs, simpletons. Eyjafjallajokull reminds us that Nature with its elemental forces is the true Master of the Universe.

How Did That Happen?

Eleven years ago, on April 20th, 1999, I was a regular 8th grader, going about my business as usual, hopping from class to class, half-daydreaming, half-present. I expected nothing from that day, as I expected nothing from any day at school. I was certainly not prepared for the announcement I would hear at my algebra class right before lunch. A news report had just been distributed to all the teachers at my school, a news report so dreadful it paralyzed my otherwise perfectly-in-control-math-geek teacher. She stood before our class, not knowing how to deliver the news. We, even at 13, instinctively knew something was wrong. We sat in silence and waited. Finally, she started saying, "It seems like there was a mass..." and her voice started breaking. She took a deep breath and then started again, "There was a massacre at a high school in Colorado today. It looks like some students got some guns and... " Her voice trailed off again as her eyes got watery. The class was stunned into silence. We sat there and said nothing for a while. Then we started asking questions. We wanted to know everything. And once all the facts were given to us, we sat in silence again.

We were silent for days.

For some reason, it hit me really hard. I watched and read every news coverage on the story. The images and stories imprinted themselves in my heart. I had no connection to any of those kids or to that high school in Littleton, Colorado- I had never even been to Colorado- but I was deeply disturbed and forever changed by that tragedy. I searched- I am still searching- for the answer to the most-asked question, "How did that happen?" How did those young boys, Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, with their whole lives ahead of them, get to the point of such despair that they decided to buy guns, walk into school with them one day, and shoot their classmates, then themselves. Twelve students and one teacher were killed, and many were injured permanently. I wanted to know who they were, I wanted to know how they had been raised, I wanted to know more about the culture they had grown up in and what their high-school experiences had been like. I wanted to know everything. I wanted to understand.

I sought to understand what I, or anyone else, could never really understand. But there was something about them that I did understand, and that I would grow to understand even more deeply as I had my own high-school experiences. I had good parents, I had a great relationship with my brother, I had friends, I went to a high school that provided counseling and support, and I had my love for theatre to get me through any rough teenage times. But I also understood what it was like to feel like you did not belong. I knew what it was like to know you would never be the most popular person in your high-school, not even close, and to have to pretend, every day, that you didn't care. I had friends, close good dear friends, but I knew what it was like to secretly wish I had more friends, which would mean that more people liked me. I knew what it was like to feel invisible, at home and at school, and to never feel like what was important to me was important to anyone in charge. I knew what it was like to be terribly, dreadfully, unbearably lonely. And I could imagine magnifying those circumstances: never feeling like I could talk to my own parents, living in a town where nothing ever happened, where maybe I wasn't even invited to uneventful basement parties, going to a school where there were no subjects that interested me in any capacity, having only one friend- and I'm sure the list could go on. And although I can't understand the boys murdering their classmates and then killing themselves, I can start to understand their need for a violent gesture, their need to be seen, and their deep, desperate need to get out of their lives.

I am still obsessed with the Columbine shootings. I can't even write about it right now without shaking. I can't do much about it, I can't even do much about understanding it and answering the question "How did that happen?". But I can remember it. And I do. Eleven years have gone by and most people don't think about it anymore. April 20th comes and goes. Columbine high-school was closed today, and a few articles were written. Some students there still think about it, still wonder, still go to school with ghosts. And the families of the murdered teenagers still remember this day when they lost a piece of themselves. I can't imagine what Eric and Dylan's parents do on this day, what they do with their lives, how they have managed to get on.

And I, who never had any connection to anyone at Columbine, spend my day thinking about it. Not only thinking about the tragedy and mourning the losses, but also still wondering what propelled it. Wondering who Eric and Dylan really were. Wondering if it really could have been prevented by simply making guns less available, or some other explanation that was thrown at us by the media. Wondering who's to blame. Wondering if we've learned from it. And lastly, wondering, perhaps forever and to no avail, how it happened.

April 20th, 2010. Columbine, your victims are remembered.

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True Friendship :) :)

"A Thing of Beauty Is A Joy Forever"

Beauty Lies Internally As Well As Externally !!!!!!!!!

You Are Beautiful, Handsome, Caring,

Loving, Affectionate...............

You Understand My Pain 

Behind My Brief Smile.

You Understand My Excitement

Behind My Broad Smile.

You Understand My Happiness

Behind My Cool Tears.

You Understand My Dreadful Sorrow

Behind My Hot Tears........

I Love The Way You Are

I Love The Way You Look At Me,

I Love The Way You Stare At Me,

I Love The Way You Pamper Me.........

You Are My Most Beloved Companion

You Are Safely Locked Indepth of My Heart

Your Love & Affection Are Oceanic.

I Love You To The Core

At Times, I Hate You To The Core

When You Say, Sorry Baby, I Am Busy......

I Don't Have Time.......Will Call You Later.......

You Call Me When I'm Lecturing

When I Reject Your Call & Call Later

Then, Your First Word Would Be,

You Idiot......You Are The Only Lecturer In This World

To Mentally Kill Students.................

When, I Call You & If You Are Busy In Office

And Reject My Call & Call Later

Then, My First Word Would Be,

You Idiot.......You Are The Only Person For

Entire Company......As If Company Winds Up Its

Operations, If You Take A Single Second To Say Hi...Hello To Me.....

However You Are,

Where ever You Are,

Always Be Happy, Keep Smiling,

Maintain Our True Friendship Forever & Ever.

Both of Us Have Shared Many Positive

And Negative Happenings,

Both of Us Fight Like A Cat & A Dog......

Both of Us Disconnect Call When We 

Are In Anger......

Both of Us Are Possessive To Call Back & Say

I'm Sorry.....'Coz I Feel, Let Him Call me....And 

You Feel, Let Her Call Me!!!!!!!

But, Both of Us Are Very Good True Friends. 

Let's Remember, 

 "A Thing of Beauty Is A Joy Forever".

Written For Carry On Tuesday.

# 49.

PS :- Dearies, Thanks A Lot For All Your Cherishable Compliments For Previous Post, "Is It Morning Yet"!!!!!!!!!

PPS :- Dearies, This Is A Pure Imagination Poem. I Missed You All These Days.......I Was Not Well. Now, I'm Fine & Back To My Blog After 5Days :) :) Will Very Soon Visit Your Blogs!!!!!! 

Sehwag out of T20 WorldCup due to shoulder injury

Sehwag has been injured in the shoulder and so the great opening batsman will miss the T20 World Cup for the second consecutive time.The CSK opening batsman Murali Vijay has been announced has Sehwag's replacement and it is likely that he will open with Gautam Gambhir.Sehwag's injury remains to be a mystery since Sehwag played all the 14 matches for Delhi Daredevils.

Sehwag exit has paved way to the stylish opener Murali Vijay who is in tremendous form. It will be a tough task for anyone to replace Sehway we have to wait and see how Murali Vijay fits in to the scheme.This is the second consecutive year that Sehwag is missing the World Cup.

The doctors have advised Sehwag to take rest for atleast 4 weeks.Last year Sehwag traveled with the Indian team but could not play any of the matches. Sehwag absence is surely a big loss for India we have to wait and see how much will it impact on the result of India's performance in West Indies.

The Pleasantry products

The pleasant smell coming out of aromatic candles so decorative and the way the wax starting to melt down by the use of a light bulb is wonderful. Usually the melting takes through a string held in the center of a candle causing fuel to the flame. The Scentsy was started in 2003 by its leaders Colette Gunnel and Kara Egan. The Scentsy various products include warmers, plug in warmers, fragrances, scentsy bars, room spray and bricks. The hanging fragrances are of following types baked apple pie, hanging freshener, pumpkin roll, vanilla walnut, sticker cinnamon bun, sugar hanging and so on. There are about 40,000 independent scentsy experts in North America, Puerto Rico and Guam. The direct setting association awarded the company with the highest honor for its very growing nature. The candles scent smell is so good without producing any ill-effect. There is no need to inhale the wax when burning a normal candle. There are different varieties of scentsy products which are available in multi-packs. If you order for multi-packs one is assured to get one item as free by ordering five. One is certainly flying high using the scent for example Havana Cabana and goes assuming as if he is spending holidays in a tropical location.

Cleggs

Theirs was a love that defied international boundaries. He was a Cambridge graduate who dabbled in Conservative politics. She was a flamenco dancer from the peasant flavellas of Valladolid. One steamy night in Benidorm, she entranced him, her heels clicking to the plaintive strumming of a Spanish guitar. She said her name was Miriam. He said he was called Nick and that he was sunburnt.

Just below the "Lord Nelson" beach bar, their bottles of "San Miguel" clinked under a sultry Mediterranean moon. He said his mother was Dutch and that his father was half-Russian. She said she was falling in love.

A veritable Casanova with thirty notches on his John Lewis reversible belt, Nick whispered huskily, "We shall have babies Miriam... three boys and we will give them solid English names as would befit a future prime minister. Arthur Clegg after our mythical king. William Clegg after my liberal hero - William Ewart Gladstone. And Jeremy Clegg after the great Paxman of the BBC!"

"No effing way!" screeched Miriam. "We will name them after the fiercest captains of the Spanish Armada - Antonio, Alberto and Miguel!"

"But my little Iberian paella. Those names will not sound right if followed by the solid English surname Clegg... I mean Alberto Clegg? It sounds like a stand up comedian!"

"Well senor unctuous academic with only five years as an MP behind you," leered Miriam. "You either accept my name choices or I'll be making a play for Uncle Vince Cable, the noxioius Labour renegade."

Unable to press his point home, Nick quickly caved in. They were married the following springtime - he in medieval garb and she in a flame red flamenco frock with white spots and puffed sleeves. Instead of "The Wedding March", a David Bowie number was played - "All The Young Dudes" and guests included the investigative broadcaster Louis Theroux who remembered his 80's USA road trip with Mr Clegg when the aspiring politician would sometimes disappear for hours on end for sessions of transcendental meditation. Quite unusual for "Rodeway Inn" guests and often a nasty surprise for Puerto Rican room cleaners.

Vote Liberal Democrat

If you want to look like this!

Few Thoughts

In no particular order:

• Have successfully tracked down Fentiman's Traditional Ginger Beer. It's "Botanically brewed" dontchaknow. Will enjoy drinking, I'm sure. Just have to remember to gently shake first.The bottle that is LOL.
• Reading FC thrashed Peterborough United 6 - 0 today. The Royals move to 9th in the Championship. Very little chance of a play-off place sadly.
• The General Election will be upon us 6th May. Whoever wins I just hope they put an end to the horrible habit of briefing the press and pre-announcing everything. You know: "The Prime Minister will later today announce that..." I mean you either announce something now or you say it later.You can't do both, with me?
• The new style Daleks are rubbish. I mean they suck, big time. With a few minor tweaks, the classic design of Doctor Who's greatest foe has remained unchanged since 1963. Why a major and appalling overhaul now?
• While I feel for all those stranded air passengers, as someone who lives under the flight path of the busiest airport in the world, it's lovely and quiet without any planes flying for two days now. For those from "out of town," Britain and most of Europe is closed to air traffic thanks to an Icelandic volcano.
• LL has done very well this week in his swimming class. Am very proud. 
• You can tell spring is here and summer not that far away: the air is full of the smell of BBQ lighter fuel LOL.

Sura movie release date confirmed

The much expected release of the Vijay movie Sura is confirmed as April 30th of this month.The music of the film has already released and songs are as usual in Vijay style. Vijay and Tamanah pair up for the first time and Vijay desperately needs a big hit after some of his dull previous outings.The movie is directed by S. P. Rajakumar and produced by Sangili Murugan. The music for the movie is by Mani Sharma.


The movie is expected to get U certificate in one or two days and from then on the movie will be ready to hit the screen on April 23rd.Vijay would be hoping that the movie would do well since Sun pictures has acquired the movie rights and they have a unique marketing strategy with which they will make the movie a hit.I hope Sura will be a treat for all the Vijay fans..

Importance of building a online reputation

This post is to enlighten the view for the people who have started a new company and who want to improve their internet presence since they feel that would improve their financial revenue. The first step I would suggest you all is to start a website with the content loaded about your company. Many people do this step but then the problem arises when search engines like Google, Yahoo and Bing do not give importance to your site. This is a common problem that everyone faces, and we need some SEO advice to solve this issue. Search Engine Optimization helps us to populate our site with relevant content especially they help us to improve our keyword density which in turn result in our sites getting indexed better. This is the main step and this helps us to increase your company revenue drastically.

The next problem most of the people have to overcome is that online reputation of company can be tampered very easily especially with the current scenario that any one can start their own site and all have the freedom to express their thoughts and views. The best way to solve the problem of Online Reputation Management is to contact DONE SEO experts who help you and your company to eliminate all the online negative image and this in turn will help your company to have a nice financial growth.

Truce

A truce has been called in the transatlantic blogging war between yours truly and Mr Brague. On his blog, a recent post that I found quite hypnotic was a video clip of a tramcar ride through San Francisco in, I think, 1906. Over here in England some of the best pre-First World War film footage was created by northern movie entrepreneurs Mitchell and Kenyon. Search via YouTube and you will find several examples of their work that allow us to look in on a bygone age. It's fascinating. Below there's an example - taken a mile and a half from this keyboard at the Bramall Lane Sports Ground one hundred and eight years ago...

Quest

Occasionally, I find myself being cruelly ribbed by a gentleman who lives in Georgia, USA. He is an urbane and erudite blogger of mature years. His blog is titled "Rhymes With Plague" because I imagine that on many occasions he has used this remark to clarify the spelling of his surname. He is Robert H Brague who last year won my coveted "American Blogger of The Year" award.

Very recently he posted a YouTube clip of an ancient Londoner singing along to his ukulele and declared that this was me! I can assure you it was not. Furthermore, he implied that my saintly daughter was only "pretending" to study in Birmingham, Alabama where in fact she has been working like a coalminer at the face of knowledge - demonstrating to the lazy burger-munching Yankee extras from "Grease" what it means to be a proper student.

So who is my tormentor - this Robert H Brague? The only picture we see of him in his blog is of when he was a small child - shortly after photography was invented. I decided to do a little investigation via an obscure and little-known search engine called "Google". I clicked on "Images" and then carefully typed in Robert H Brague expecting to see several pictures of the old rogue but the results were confusing. Is this him?

No, it's Pope Johannes XXII....So was this him?

No it's a writer and intellectual called Remi Brague so it couldn't possibly be the man I was after.

Finally, I thought I had struck upon him - Robert Brague! (see above) A Catholic priest who allegedly died in Venice, Florida in 1997 but could so easily have faked his own demise and fled to Georgia. I was disturbed to read of the guy's rather unsavoury past which led me to think I was definitely on the right track until I spotted his middle initial - J not H. It wasn't him after all so the hunt for Robert H Brague continued. I went on to the second page of the search results and I knew I had my man...

Is It Morning Yet ??

 
How Long I Have Been Awake......Is It Morning Yet ??

How Long Will I Keep Roaming On Different Matters ??

How Long Will I Bear Nonsense of People ??

How Long Will I Take To Close My Eyes & Sleep ??

Strained Eyes Wanting To Rest,

My Heart Is Severely Mercilessly Bleeding

Because of Unbearable Mental Pain......

How Long Will My Heart Sustain With This Kind of Situation ??

My Mind Is Fed up of Stupid Thoughts

Which Are Forcefully Digging My Mind 

And, Taking My Mind To Unwanted Foolish Imaginations....

How Long Will My Mind Bear With This Kind of Situation ??

My Soul Needs That Soul

Which Was Very Loving & Affectionate...

But, That Soul Is No More With Me.....

I Have To Come Back To The Terms of Reality....

How Long Will I Take To Come Back To The Terms of Reality ??

My Entire Body Is Collapsed 

There Are Many Cracks

In Between My Bones & Muscles

Which Are Severely Burning & Bleeding...........

How Long Will MY Body Bear With Me ??

How Long Will It Take For My Mind,

Heart, Soul, & Body To Shut Their

Unwanted Activities & Sleep.........

How Long I Have Been Awake To 

Think & Realise Whats Happening  With Me.......

I Want To See Sunrise. 

Those Sun Rays Entering My Gentle Eyes, Soul,

Mind, Heart, & Body Will Demolish All The

Unwanted Activities & Give Me A New Life

BY Showing A New Path & My Hopes Starts

Increasing With Increasing Number of Gentle Heart Beats!!!!!!!

How Long I Have Been Awake......Is It Morning Yet ??

Written For Carry On Tuesday.

#48

PS :- Dearies, Thanks A Lot For All Your Cherishable Compliments For Previous Post, "Hidden Kid's Happiness". 

Reading 1 - 2 Newcastle

Last night's result means I think we can pretty much say goodbye to a play-off place :-(

Coca Cola Championship
Tuesday, 13 April 2010 

		P	GD	PTS
1	Newcastle	43	52	95
2	West Brom	43	39	86
3	Nottm Forest	43	24	75
4	Cardiff	43	19	70
5	Leicester	43	10	67
6	Swansea	43	3	65
7	Blackpool	43	13	63
8	Middlesbrough	43	12	61
9	Bristol City	43	-7	59
10	Sheff Utd	43	2	58
11	Reading	42	-1	56
12	Doncaster	43	0	55
13	Ipswich	43	-8	54
14	Preston	43	-11	53
15	Barnsley	43	-13	53
16	Derby	43	-11	52
17	Coventry	43	-13	52
18	QPR	42	-7	51
19	Watford	42	-10	48
20	Scunthorpe	42	-24	47
21	Crystal Palace	43	-3	46
22	Sheff Wed	43	-19	45
23	Plymouth	43	-19	41
24	Peterborough	43	-28	31

Asin in Tamil remake of Kaakha Kaakha

Asin will pair with John Abraham for the Hindi remake of Kaakha Kaakha. The film was a superb hit in its orginal version in Tamil and it was a turning point in Surya's career. The movie happened to be a trend setter in the Tamil industry where Surya plays the lead role and Jyothika played the female lead. John Abraham will play the lead role in this movie and for this he is going all out in the gym to get the perfect cop look.Vipul Shah is the director for the movie in Hindi, while Gautam Menon was the director for the Tamil version of the movie and he is know for his own style when it comes to film making.

Vipul Shah said that he selected Asin for the role because he is quite impressed with her dedication for the work and he cited their previous project London Dreams as an example for that where Asin worked with Salman Khan.Vipul also said that he feels Asin can perform the role convincingly since she has already played the role in Telugu with Venkatesh in the lead role.

Mailings

The letterbox rattles. Something drops to the mat. What could it be? An evocative postcard from faraway? One of those nice envelopes from "ERNIE" that tell you you have won £50 on the Premium Bonds? Or perhaps one of those regular official letters you have to deal with - car insurance up for renewal, water rates break down for the year, "Student Finance England"? No my friend - none of these - it's yet another mailing from a food takeaway establishment somewhere in the darkest depths of this city.

Recently, it's been happening almost every day. It's as if some machiavellian expert in psychological torture is sitting in a high rise turret planning my downfall by sending out menu after menu, mailing after mailing - expecting my blood pressure to rise to bursting point. How many more times do I have to trot out to our paper recycling bin with these things? And in a world where we should all be striving to cherish the planet's natural resources why should we be bombarded by these unwanted pieces of folded shiny paper? It's such a waste.

Then you turn to the content of the damned things. I mean, who in their right mind would want to buy this "family meal" for £13.95 - "Any 2 x 12inch pizzas, any 12inch garlic bread, a portion of coleslaw, a large portion of chips, a large bottle of fizzy drink" ? Can you imagine? "Children! It's dinner time. Come and get it!" In my humble opinion, anyone providing their families with such crap should be arrested and charge with cruelty. For £13.95 you could prepare a truly delicious and nutritionally worthy meal from scratch using fresh ingredients and still have change for a nice bottle of wine.

Regarding pizzas, I have never seen the point of them. Lumps of flabby dough with gunge smeared on them. Doner kebabs are a well-known health hazard. Those huge meaty cones that turn for weeks on end maximising the salmonella bug count. As well as announcing the "express" delivery service, leaflets should provide directions to the closest Accident and Emergency facility!

I'm planning to form an urban retaliation group. We will inundate all the takeaway establishments of Sheffield with our own irritating leaflets about nutrition, food poisoning and legal services for failing takeaway businesses so desperate to stay afloat in a time of economic recession that they think it is perfectly acceptable to invade our homes with "Mega Deals", "Sunday Specials", "10% Student Discount", "Tubs of Chilli or Garlic Mayo", "Potato Wedges" and "Mediterranean Delight" pizzas. It's time to fight back before we are all suffocated under vast piles of takeaway mailings.