virtual world is not safe anymore

i got this from msn website news..

Woman jailed after 'killing' virtual husband 

A 43-year-old player in a virtual game world became so angry about her sudden divorce from her online husband that she logged on with his password and killed his digital persona, police said. 

The woman, who has been jailed on suspicion of illegally accessing a computer and manipulating electronic data, used his ID and password to log onto the popular interactive game "Maple Story" to carry out the virtual murder in May, a police official in the northern city of Sapporo said Thursday. He spoke on condition of anonymity because of department policy. 

"I was suddenly divorced, without a word of warning. That made me so angry," the official quoted her as telling investigators and admitting the allegations. 

The woman, a piano teacher, had not plotted any revenge in the real world, the official said. 

She has not yet been formally charged. If convicted, she could face up to five years in prison or a fine up to US$5,000. 

Players in "Maple Story" create and manipulate digital images called "avatars" that represent themselves, while engaging in relationships, social activities and fighting monsters and other obstacles. 

In virtual worlds, players often abandon their inhibitions, engaging in activity online that they would never do in the real world. For instance, sex with strangers is a common activity. 

The woman used login information she got from the 33-year-old office worker when their characters were happily married to kill the character. The man complained to police when he discovered that his online avatar was dead. 

The woman was arrested Wednesday and taken 620 miles (1,000 kilometers) from her home in southern Miyazaki to be detained in Sapporo, where the man lives, the official said. 

The police official said he did not know if she was married in the real world. 

Bad online behavior is usually handled within the rules set up by online worlds, which can ban miscreants or take away their virtual possessions. 

In recent years, misbehavior in the virtual world has in some cases had consequences in reality. 

In August, a woman was charged in the U.S. state of Delaware with plotting the real-life abduction of a boyfriend she met through the virtual reality Web site "Second Life." 

In Tokyo, a 16-year-old boy was charged with stealing the ID and password from a fellow player of an online game in order to swindle virtual currency worth US$360,000.

if we kill people in the cyber world, we will be punished in the real world..such a relationship in between two totally different dimension of worlds!

MIRACLES

One day, I was browsing the net looking for nothing. it was more to kill the time, and by  that, i came across to an interesting poem by Walt Whitman. I don't know title, but the issue pointed in it is so simple and common to be noticed and archived in a poem by most people. Whitman did it!MIRACLE is everywhere, and we just don't see it, or regard it as a miracle. Well try to read it first:)

Why! who makes much of a miracle?

As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles,

Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,

Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,

Or wade with naked feet along the beach, just in the edge of the water,

Or stand under tress in the woods,

Or talk by day with anyone I love - or sleepin the bed at night with any one I love,

Or sit at table at dinner with my mother,

Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,

Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive, of a summer forenoon,

Or animals feeding in the fields,

Or birds-or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,

Or the wonderfulness of the sun-down-or stars shining so quiet and bright,

Or the exquisite, delicate, thin curve of the new moon in spring;

Or whether I go among those I like best, and that like me best-mechanics, boatmen,farmers,

Or among the savans-or to the soiree-or to the opera,

Or stand a long while looking at the movemnets of machinery,

Or behold children at their sports,

Or the admirable sight of the perfect old man, or the perfect old woman,

Or the sick in hospitals, or dead carried to burial,

Or my own eyes and figure in the glass;

These with me the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,

The whole referring-yet each distinct, and in its place.

To me, every hour of the light and dark is miracle,

Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,

Every square yard of the surface of earth is spread with the same,

Every foot of the interior swarms with the same;

Every spear of grass-the frames, limbs, organs of men and women, and all that concerns them,

All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.

To me the sea is a continual miracle;

The fishes that swim-the rocks-the motion of the waves-the ships, with men in them,

What stranger miracles are there?

by Walt Whitman

what have been listed in Whitman's are just a tiny portion of the number of miracles in this universe, both seen and unseen. normally, people would exclaim miracle with wonder and disbelief only when they encountered with something that doesnt happen everyday. For example, when a man gives birth to a child. or recovering so well after a fatal accident.

cherish the invisible miracles around us for a better life..! and you will love yourself more..

i know i will :)

daffodils

I am an english language and literature graduate, who spent few years mingling with poems, short stories. & novels. Im not that passionate about literature.  Nevertheless, I found myself from the first time reading it till today, attached to it. A poem, 'Daffodils' (1804)  by Wordsworth caught my attention because it is about dancing daffodils, because the daffodils is yellow and because of the feeling - or- image conjured in my mind is so cheerful and happy and bright. upon reading it, I can fell my heart swaying and dancing together with it, making myself dreamy and light. making my world and everything around it less stressful. MY HEART FLUTTERS and DANCES along.. in Wordsworth words :)

"DAFFODILS"(1804)

I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud

         That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When at once i saw a crowd,

         A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

         And twinkle on the Milky Way,

They stretch'd in never-ending line

         Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

          Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

          In such a jocund company:

I gazed-and gazed-but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

           In vacant or in pensive mood

They flash upon that inward eye

            Which is the bliss of solitude:

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

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