The Usuals

We are a collage of different colors

Like different kinds of flowers

Different in small ways

Similarities aren't the ones that bring us together

The differences are the ones that makes us one

We unite, like superheroes fighting crime

We roll with our Wolf pack, our posy, our homies

We always have fun

We might look like we are high

But it's all that chocolate and such

We act like kids

We are perverted like guys

We can be girly but we choose not to, at times

We want that jeep

We want that trip

The road is calling

The hotties and parties!

Independence is calling our names

But the parents wont let us go our on way

We want a brick loft

For the four of us and some dogs

Pick on one of the usuals

The rest of the wolf pack will bite!

Mess with one of the usuals

The rest of the wolf pack will ATTACK!

Break one of the usuals heart

We'll tare yours out and shred with our fangs!

We are all nocturnal so bitch watch your back!

Gandhi

Gandhi: His Life and Message for the World written by Louis Fisher. This book is a biography of Mohandas Karamchad Gandhi. It talks about Gandhi's life such as his deep secretes to the public that we are. Those stuff we do not learn about my father, Gandhi. We left off when Gandhi was married to Karsturbai. How there emotions towards each other started changing.

Gandhi's emotions were changing a lot. He started getting jealous. He even started to get get very attracted to her. His emotions were changing all so much, mostly because of his age. He started getting addicted to sex. Who would have known that our dear Gandhi was such a sexually motivated man? He also vowed to calm his sexual life, because he would not just have sex with his wife, but other women too. He made a vow to not have sex again for an event that happened in life. The event had to do with his father’s death.

Gandhi’s celibacy is further complicated by what appears to have been a sense of guilt about sex. He was massaging his father Karamchand’s legs one evening, he tells us, when his passion aroused, he asked his uncle to relieve him and went to Kasturbai’s bed. In a few minutes a servant knocked and summoned Gandhi. But when he reached his father was dead. “If passion had not blinded me,” Gandhi ruminated forty years later, “ I should have been spared the torture of separation from my father during his last moments….The shame of my carnal desire at the last moments of my father’s death…is a blot I shall never be able to efface or forget.”

Who would have known such thing would happen to Gandhi? At least he made it all better for himself in a way that suited himself, his religion, and his wife.

The Future Jeep Adventures

In the a few years i want to have my own car, my get away car, my adventurous car. I am pretty darn sure I will get one the day i get my license. My whole family will chip in for my green toed up green wrangler. I decided not to have a quinceanera just to get my dream car. I told them i did not want a nice one. I specifically told them i wanted a old beat up green jeep wrangler. They would ask me why? I would say because it looks better beat up. That way you wont worry much when it comes to other people or yourself damaging the exterior of your car.

I always heard stories about Greg's car and where all the bumps and scratches came from. How funny they were and how inspiring. Since they all were so cool i decided to follow his steps. However, the only good thing i remember about my dad was that he liked jeep wranglers So it kinda hit me, the way i really like that kind of truck.

I want to take a road trip with friends around the us or to Canada and back Maybe a collage road trip. I would have to fix my car recently because since it is a beat up car it will stop in the middle of no where and dye for some reason. Since my step-dad is a mechanic he agreed to teach me how to fix it if it breaks down in the middle of no where.

I wont be the only one driving, my 3 amigas will tag along and will help drive. We have it all set up. Me and Aden Fesehaye will take the night shifts. She will take the first half of the night shift I will take the later night shift, since I am the most nocturnal person out of the fantastic four amigas. Ciara Morris will take the first half of the day shift since she is the most lively person in the day time. Isabella Lino will take the afternoon shift since she is wide awake by that time.

We will stop by all the In-N-outs and get stickers(bumper stickers). I will take them up a mountain in my jeep!! We will go to many clubs. We will hang out and take pics. We plan on taking suggestions from people to who pay online and we will record and show. Sort like this show on tv with i think four guys. That way we get more gas money and FOOD money. At first we plan on buying a lot of food from cotso and taking on the road trip. We also plan on getting in a cotso from a different place and camping out there for a night and see what happens. We have much more to plan, though.

However, we will have to have jobs before that and save up most of our money so we for sure now that we have enough money to keep on going and come back home. Also, all of us have to have our licenses, because then it wont work. That way we will all have stories to tell about every single scratch, bump and such on my jeep. I CAN NOT WAIT UNTIL I GET MY JEEP!!

Gandhi

Gandhi:His Life and Message for the World by Louis Fischer. Last time I wrote about Gandhi in his early years of life. How he was a good, shy kid in the beginning. Then turned out to be a bad teen who smokes and such. This is what I wrote.

Now, comes his later years. He his parents wed him at the age of thirteen as sophomore in high school, with out him knowing until the wedding was on. Same goes for the girl he had to marry Kasturbai, which was thirteen too.

Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi married at the age of thirteen when he was a sophomore
in high school. The bride, Kasturbai, was thirteen too. Their parents made them
about it until the wedding preparations were complete. " My brother's wife had
thoroughly coached me about my behavior," Gandhi wrote forty years after the
event. "I do not know who had coached my wife" Both were nervous, and "the
coaching could not carry me far," he added. "But no coaching is really necessary
in such matters. The impressions of the former birth are potent enough to make
all coaching superfluous."

I think that this is a very bad thing to do since i am a person who thinks that you should decided who you are going to marry. Not the other way around, when your parent choose for you so that the families will get better economic reason. Gandhi also started to be the jealous type. He did not let Kasturbai go out and play with the other kids since she was still thirteen.

"I lost no time in assuming the authority of a husband," So when the
thirteen-year-old Kasturbai wished to play games in the
streets she had to ask her thirteen-year-old husband, and he would frequently
say no, for he was jealous. But she was headstrong and "made it a point to go out
whenever and wherever she liked." He constantly, got "more and more cross";
sometimes they did not speak.

I thought this was quite funny tohear that these two thirteen year old husband and wife. Especially, how they were acting towards each other. How their emotions changed toward each other. That was very sweet in their part since they had no idea they were going to marry each other.

Gandhi

Gandhi: His Life and Message for the World written by Louis Fisher. This book is a biography of Mohandas Karamchad Gandhi. It talks about Gandhi's life such as his deep secretes to the public that we are. Those stuff we do not learn about my father, Gandhi. It talks about his childhood and how hard it was to him.

The boy Mohandas was shy. "My books and lessons were my sole companions," he
recalled as an adult. At the end of the school day, he ran home. He lacked
the confidence and poise to talk to anybody; "I was even afraid lest anyone
poke fun at me."

That was surprising to hear from the great admirable Gandhi. He who in the future was going to give speeches to an abundant crowd of people for good causes. He who in the future is a role model to all. He who people now think is sexy, had no confidence in himself. He who was going to do what he believed in and had faith that people were going to the same. He who in the future cared for other people before himself.

In fact later he began to have some confidence in himself and he found friends to play with by the sea and in the streets. However, he was still quiet and obedient. Out off no where he started to be a bad boy in his early teens, maybe his smoking and steeling is because of peer pressure from his companions or by getting addicted out of the few times he has tried it.

Nevertheless, he began to smoke secretly at the age of twelve and stole money
from his parents and elder brothers to buy cigarettes.

Once he and his young relative learned that the seeds of a jungle plant named dhatura were poisonous. So they joined in a pact which would rid them forever of parental domination. Moved by the sense of the dramatic, they decided to die in the temple. They actually went to the shrine with the mortal seeds in their pockets. But at the last moment courage failed them. For self respect , each swallowed two or three seeds and walked home.

Shocking to hear, right? Our dear beloved Gandhi was a bad ass at the age of twelve. He started to smoke, steal, hate his parents because of their "parental domination." However the age of thirteen he had to be wed in an arranged marriage his parents set him and her to.

White Tigers

That is how mostly all white tigers look like, but people kill them in order for other people not to mess with what they are doing to tigers and so they can make a lot of money. To have a white tiger there has to be inbreeding, meaning breeding of closely related individuals so as to preserve desirable traits. These such traits are not the good ones. They seem to have no Good traits in their genes. Most of the bad ones are immune deficiency, scoliosis, cleft palates, mental impairments, and sadly early death. Every white tiger has crossed eyes sometimes it shows and some times it does not. There is no white tiger that lives to be an adult mostly because of the white tiger's disadvantage of camouflage in their environment.

Ask yourself do you ever see white tigers like the one to your right? The really badly ones come out looking like these so the dumb ass people kill them because they are not "pretty enough". In the wild all tigers have a tendency of not letting a white tiger live. Well, if you where a mother and your kid came out "special" and there was no way to help your kid survive THE WILD as an animal, wouldn't you put it to "sleep" instead of letting it suffer every second of his or her life. Zoo's and in-breeders don't want the orange cubs, who are often sold as pets in the exotic pet trade or are killed.

There are many cruel things that happen to white tigers. To be realistic the white tiger is a species that should not be saved. The only thing we have to do to stop this it, stop people from inbreeding the white tigers. It is not really it's own population in this world we live in. Only one of 1,000 Bengal tiger will come out white. Sadly there is an alarmingly high mortality rate of white tigers in this world.They will die because ignorant people have been deceived by the those who continue making these poor helpless animals.

No good comes from tis only money for zoo's and in-breeders, but even worse is the life these white tigers have to live. Please boycott any place that abuse white tigers such like zoo's and those stupid ass wholes of the in-breeders. Please help out or to say reach out to those organizations that are trying to help out these white tigers live a less difficult life. One that I know which people can volunteer to is the in Florida it is called BigCatRescue.

One more thing that is similar to the case of the white tigers is the case of the liger, a mix of a tiger and a lion. They both have many differences. The mother has to die in order to give birth to one. The Liger never stops growing even to it's death. Yes, I know these animals are beautiful but they are in pain every single second of there life. I mean EVERY SINGLE SECOND OF THEIR LIFE. It's sad knowing that stupid Humans are doing this to poor little innocent animals for their own profit. I will talk about this some other time.

Once Again...The Start

Here we go again with another one of these. What are my plans for this quarters blog subjects? What are my goals? Have I improved? Have I accomplished my past goals? Hmm... Let me look back to my goals.I have read my last 'New Start or Not' blog. I have seen that I have gone way off of topics I planned on writing about. I have been writing about any random topic that pops up in mind. I have gone out writing by just starting on one word such like the one called 'Falling' and 'Multitasking'.

I have read a book last quarter since I really wanted to and I have to admit it was pretty darn good. I have wrote about it and posted what I liked, not like, and such. I wrote to my dear reading group about the book, The Time Traveler's Wife. They did not seem to comment back, but they did talk to me in person about my book blogs.

For this quater I mostly want to write about anything. Serious ideas that I have in mind that I feel like I should share with others like my blog, 'Useless Humans!'. I mostly want to write little story based on pictures of many stories such like ,'I Reached Heaven'. That one wasn't so good so I decided to make up more. Maybe write about what is going on through my head while I'm drawing since thats ALL I SEEM TO DO.

My goals are still the same in order to be a the best I can be. That is my plan and it will most likely change as it has and will happen. That's just me JAZ!

I was wondering if as a class we can do some sort of game. LISTEN TO THIS SUTHERLAND IT IS ONE GOOD IDEA THAT WE WOULD ALL LOVE!! Okay, so make all the students in every class write down on a small piece a paper a topic they want to write about or will want to read about. You gather them all up put them in your hat or a cup. You go around a make every student grad a piece of paper and that is their topic for the week. YES? I think it's one VERY GOOD IDEA i would love to do. You should try it one week. Trust me it's not that bad of an idea. That way if people get writer's block they have a subject.

" I have a dream"

Such like when Martin Luther King Jr. once said, “I have a dream…” Well I have a dream to own my own small company every since my uncle, Greg started owning many small companies that failed but succeeded in the beginning. However, he is now owner of Darvi, soccer apparel, which has sky rocketed. It is already a done deal that later it will be in all Macys, but already is selling all over the US in many small stores. He has inspired me to be more, think crazy, don’t care if people or family thinks you’re crazy. If you think it is a good idea, go ahead then if money comes in they will all want some piece in it. He knows this himself because it happened to him more than once. Mr. Sutherland himself has told me to start my own business in my shoe art since he saw what I did to Juhi’s shoes. He said he sees me as a millionaire but hey if I get money its good I don’t have to be a millionaire.
I love drawing. I think it’s a genetic thing. My dad is a very good artist and I didn’t grow up with him, for him to teach me. My mom can’t draw to save her life, neither does my brother. When I was a kid not even 3 the only think you would see me do was watching Barney and drawing. The one thing that I always did which was funny was when I started to fall in love with my porter-potty and thought that I can use it anywhere. You would always see me using my porter-potty in front of the TV while Barney was on and I was doodling. Drawing is the one ways I relief my o f stress and express ,my feelings.
I think I can start an online shoes art thingy. It could be in any sort of canvas shoes. That either one can send me their shoes or I can buy them but at a higher price. I can take orders of what one wants on their shoes, I can give you a bunch of pics to choose from, or I can give you a survey to know what not to put and what to put on your shoes. .
I will like to pass out flyers with pics of the recent shoes I have done around school. I want people to know my shoe art around school. Juhi is my secretary she comes in handy when it comes to some stuff. She was my first customer. I really like her shoes, she does too, her sister does too and many other people that saw me painting them in Reno. Sutherland will have to take a afternoon to teach me how to make a cool website for my shoe art. For a name I have marx, j-project, pickme’s. I want a nice simple catchy name. So be in the look for my project.

Many poeple have been thinking on what will happen...

Many poeple have been thinking on what will happen in the year of 2012. I have been wondering very much about this topic. I have talked to my mom and my very religious christian aunt, that thinks that we will all dye. My aunt and her church is very scared and has been praying 24/7. They should be like, oh yeah hey god is calling for us, it's time for our death, lets be thankful. But no, they are scared shit less. You see no one is ready for their death when it comes to someone telling them that there death is in this such date and at this such time. I say screw this shit. If we are going to dye and there is nothing to do about it well hey we are going to dye. Lets live our last days, months, years, the way we want to. If this is all bullshit, then you wasted nothing maybe years of school, but you had fun.

It says that the Mayans have thought this all out and set it in stone, right? They seemed to be right in everything else they have predicted. It's scary shit! How can a group of people know so much about the future? How can they be so right and have dates for them. They call it DOOMS DAY! Sound pretty scary for me. It makes me wonder what could happen? Will our earth collide with another neighboring planets? Will the sun explode on us? Will there be fire everywhere? Will the earth eat itself up?

I'm my head I picture a lot of chaos in this world all around not just to humans, to every species.

I see the world falling apart. I'll descrive it....

The ground as we see it will crack. Everything is falling down through the crack in the floor. In the oceans there are swirls are all over. Marine animals are screaming scared while there are swirling through that whole where the water is going through. Everything is going through a whole or crack leading to the center of the earth. There are a bunch of people screaming and running around. I see everyone smashing into stores taking food and other things. People going mad in the streets beating up everyone. People running in many directions thinking they are running in the right direction of surviving. Like a place they think is safe. I see kids lost in the streets crying because they have lost their parents. People don't care about those kids. The cracks is taking down people, animals, and such in with them. People out thanking god for the time of there death. People screaming to the skies, at god for a reason of such a horror. People crying all over. That's how I picture it.

It could be very different. There could be nothing going on in 2012. This could all be mumble jumble. But its funny to think of death when you are not ready for it. All we can do is enloy our time and hope for the best. Well maybe.....

Useless Humans!

This is all in my opinion, you don't have to agree with it. Just making this clear.
Humans are useless. Humans evolved from 'animals'. We have gone from all four to just two. From having little knowledge to having more and more. From having a little population to having a bigger one, then bigger one and an even bigger one, well you get the idea. It got really big as you know now. We followed the code of survival for first billions years more or less. To just getting out of line little...Well, then a little more than getting out of line as the years passed.
We humans are a disgrace to nature.In my words the way the bible states that we were put here to serve and protect the animals, then the scientist say that we evolved from animals from being a vegan to being a carnivore. Isn't that wrong? These two give us different facts, confusing ones too! I know I get confused. I believe a little bit of both. I don't necessarily lean into one religion. Hey, maybe i will in the future but all I want is to learn all the different types of religions from different people then choose, or not.
Humans have caused nothing but a big mess in this world. We all have seen or to say felt what mother earth feels about us. I think she has regretted ever having us on her and put so much cements, buildings, and such on her. I know I would if I was her. Wouldn't you hate it if you let some people live in your house with you, then all of a sudden they bring more people, then they just create a bundle of ciaos and leave trash on the floor on purpose?
We have created massacres against each other. We have reject people of our own kind just because of our different skin colors. Some how like when a dog has pups they all come out a different colors. Do you ever see the pups care? No, they don't care. Dogs of different kinds; huskies, German shepherds, chihuahuas, whiner dogs, poodles, sheep dogs, golden retrievers, etc. You always see them mating with each other. The only reason there are pure breed dogs is because humans have forced dogs to mate with their own breed, which is WRONG! They should also have freedom of choosing their own mate like most humans.
We, humans, have created 'societies' that don't care about one another. We are all selfish bastards down inside, some more than others. We all forgot the reason why we are here in mother earth. We decided to build more building for OURSELVES TO LIVE A BETTER LIFE. We have created earth damaging contraptions. We all of a sudden decided to put CEMENT on top of our expanding earth floor. That's kinda of saying, I don't like this because it makes me fall, sweat, jump, leap, travel long distances and short in a long period of time. SO, we decided to MAKE earth more suitable for OURSELVES not thinking of the others who inhabit this earth. We are not at the top of food chain! Put on of us out there with no weapons, we will surely lose.
We have done equal damage to the animals in this earth. We have been chopping down there home because WE WANT paper, MORE HOUSES AND OTHER STUFF LIKE THAT. We have them in display dried up and what not. We have them in our backyards being abused. We have them in the side of the roads dead, shredded, with wheel tracks on them. We also have them in circus' doing tricks for OUR entertainment. Is that fair? HELL THE FUCK NO! Would you like to be in his of her place? We even have hunting as a SPORT!! SERIOUSLY, What the hell man?!
Is that enough damage for you to understand why we are the TRASH in this amazing earth? THAT'S JUST PARTIAL OF THE F'N TRUTH I show you.

I Reached Heaven

As I was doing my work in the fields, gathering that hay and rolling it into a roll, I pictured myself jumping them all like if I had superman's high jumping ability. I pictured it so good that everyday at work I would check out how I could jump one. It started to be my goal. That was the main reason I even go to work. Being payed such low wages at harsh conditions. I also tell me self to have a little fun here and there. So as you can see I had an idea of a very, VERY fun idea in mind!

During the week of my planing I gathered 2 of my best childhood friends to help me out with my AWESOME idea. They agreed and contributed there ideas. In that week we noticed that there was a curtain day and curtain time where there seems to be NO people around to see what is happening out in the fields. We came up with an ingenious plan of jumping the hay roll while they take the picture. One of them, Steve, was in charge of figuring out how i would jump the hay roll. The other one, Randy, was in charge of taking the picture all because he owned a camera and he knew how to work it. We decided to do this the week after we planned it. Everything was ready for Friday 4 o'clock to come around already.

All of a sudden Friday came. I actually decided to dress up nicely for this. I grabbed my Sunday clothes and left. I saw Steve there with a bunch of papers. They were all crumbled and ready to go. He told me he calculated everything. I asked for Randy, but he wasn't there. So instead of waiting for Randy just sitting around. We decided to test out Steve's calculations. He found out I was shorter that what he thought. Which was sad to hear. Randy came and we had fixed all problems. We had some tricks up our sleeves.

I was ready to jump...I jumped with a cheesy smile on my face. I saw jumped I felt like if I have reached heaven. I felt as light as a feather. However as I was falling down I realized I was going to land on top of the hay roll. I actually said, " Oh shit, stop drop and ROLL!" I did. Then I hear from Randy saying I got the pic. I was exited to see what we actually took a pic of. And that is our result, the time where I felt I reached heaven.

Difficult Decision

I have been talking to my mom lately to see what she can help with in this project. She started telling me a lot of her ideas and what i should and should not write about. She told me a lot of her childhood stories back in Mexico and when she came to the US. I was paying a lot of attention as always when it comes to her real story telling. I have found out that my uncle Gregorio had to make a difficult decision between him and my sister. I was really intrigued so I thought I would blog about this, because it really relates to this project's number two question:
A difficult decision:Have you had to choose between yourself and a loved one? Who did you choose and why?
It's not really a decision I had to take, but my uncle had to.
The people in this story:
- Bertha is my grandmother.
- Javier is my grandfather.
- Gregorio, my uncle, when he was 6 years old.
- Veronica, my mother, when she was 8 years old.
-Jaime, my uncle, when he was a baby.
(Based on a real story)

It happens back in Tizapan el alto Jalisco, Mexico. In a little poor house that contain a big family of six, The Ramirez Family. They were a very poor family with very little income. The money they had was only used to pay bills and buy their food. If there was any money left they were able to buy clothing. Bertha would always leave her daughter with all her siblings and all the chores to do, while she goes off to work. Javier would leave to a hard intensive labor with their oldest son for months then come back with some money, but not much.
Bertha would leave money for Veronica on the table so she could go but the groceries. Veronica has always known about their money issues even though she was eight years old. She would only spend the money on what they needed and nothing else. She knew that if she wanted to buy some gum she would get beat for spending on something that was not in the grocery list. She went on doing everything her mother told her do just so she wont get beat.
One day Bertha left some money in her room. She left to work. Veronica was doing her daily chores. Cooking the meals for her four siblings. Her father, Javier ,had left to work out in the farms. Veronica took her three siblings to school. She was left with her baby brother.
The afternoon came along and Bertha came back home after a long day at work. She went to her bedroom to stash all her money under her mattress. She found out she was missing some money. She got very upset. She rampaged toward Veronica as bull going for the red towel. She started yelling, "Veronica! You took my money! How are you able to steel money from your own mother, when you know we are poor?!" Veronica answered, " I did not take any money from you. All I did today was feed the kids and dad, take them to school, finish the chores, and take care of Jaime." Bertha said, "Stop lying to me! You were the only one in here! Don't tell me your baby brother took it!" Veronica crying responded, " I didn't. I promise."
A couple minutes passed. They kept on going back and forth with the same thing. After a while Bertha told Veronica, " I am becoming inpatient with you! I would rather kill you than go homeless!" Veronica started to cry even more. Bertha got a rope and tied it to a pipe in the ceiling and started to hang Veronica, yelling, " You tell me where that money is or you will die!" Veronica denied everything.Bertha hanged her. Veronica was turning red.
Gregorio walked in the door and noticed what was happening. Quickly, he tackle Bertha and put Veronica down. Gregorio was crying and kept saying," My little sister. Oh my little sister!" Veronica was not dead she was just somewhat hurt. Bertha got up and grabbed both them and hanged both of them. Bertha said, " Oh yeah, your little sister. Oh your little sister. Now both of you are going to answer me...where is my money?!" They started turning purple. Bertha was still yelling for her money. Gregorio not able to breathe said, " I...I have it...It's in my boot!" She put them down, grabbed her money and went in her room.
Veronica asked Gregorio, "Di you really take the money?" Gregorio answered, "No, that was the money I made today from polishing shoes after school." Veronica with a face saying a million times thank you, hugged him.
He took the blame for something he did not do. 'Til this day the thief is still unknown.
Since that day both new that they should never screw up that bad and they never looked at there mother the same way.

Haiti's Loss and Our Loss

In Wall Street Wizard, my investments program, we had a homework assignment. It was: Prove or disprove why Haiti is a $375,000,000 loss?
I thought I should prove this because if I try to disprove this it would be to hard knowing in my head that there is no possible way to prove this.

Haiti was found by Christopher Columbus in December 5, 1942. Then colonized by the French. In 1791, the Africans revolted under the direction of Francois Toussaint L'overture. In 1804, after years of bitter and bloody battle, the slaves forced the French to flee the island. The former slaves then formed the first independent black nation. There had been many great black kingdoms in Africa, but never before had a black government replaced a white colonial government. Haiti's recent age average is 15-65 years. Haiti is a place full of riches. It contains nice weather, food, people,etc. It is a place loved by tourist.

I have seen on tv many fundraisers for Haiti. They have donated a lot of money! There has been plenty of them going on. I have heard on the radio that regular people have donated. They all go to charities such as the red cross and others. Basically, it all ends up saying that America has donated this much money. From my mother and father I have heard that Mexico has donated the most money out of all the world. To think that all of the people in Mexico want to come o the US to earn more money because the majority of the people there are poor. It's just odd to hear that. Back on topic, Knowing that the world aiding the damages of Haiti's earthquake disaster.

Think of this the earthquake left a major disaster on a place most visited place by EVERY tourist in the world. People are going to want to rebuild a place they have loved to go to. That means that every one in the wold will be donating money to aid Haiti one way or another. In my opinion it's all going to be one big match to see what country could donate the most money without breaking the bank. Countries will not be donating just measly hundred of dollars. That is not enough. It wont be million of dollars that's still not enough. we are talking BILLIONS of dollars, no doubt. It would come out to be a global lost of around 2.7 billion. To me it's like the time when Russia was the first to go to the moon. America thought they were the best world wide and they were going to beat them and they gave more years of science to school. There for having the best space and science center.

At the end they wont receive all the money sent to help the people damaged by the earthquake. Building will be fully restored but not all. Some ,but not many houses will be built for the people. Food has been sent and that will for sure be given to the people. The plan we should be working on is the long term sustainable projects! That is key! Help the needy when they are 'old news' to people. When they should be helped more that ever and give tons of medicine. At east pay the doctors some way because they have out there volunteering.

My Hero

GOD, THAT GRANDPA OF MINE! He is my hero! He is the best!
My grandpa, Javier Negrete Ramirez, was born July 30, 1953. He was born in Guadalajara, Tizapan el alto Jalisco in Mexico. He is 56 years old but look 10 years younger than his actual age(everyone in my family looks ten years younger than there actual age). He got married to my grandma, Bertha Flores, when he was 14 years old. My grandma was 13 years old. A year later they had there first kid, Jose Francisco Ramirez. Two year after that they had my madre, Veronica Ramirez. Two years after that they had another little boy, Gregorio Ramirez. Two years after that they had another little boy, Javier Jr. Ramirez. Three year later they had another little boy, Jaime Ramirez. Then three years later they had another little boy, Ricardo Ramirez. Then once again, three years later they had there last kid, a little girl, Martha Patricia Ramirez. In total they had 7 kids. My grandpa used to be a drunkie and they seemed to know nothing about condoms or birth control as you can see.
My grandpa had always lived in a very poor household with 6 little brothers and 3 sisters. Being the second oldest in the family, he always looked for a way to help out his family economically by finding any little job. He always wanted to build his parents a bigger and better house. Once he had his own family he was dealing with too many money issues seeing that he had to take care of two families now and big ones too. He started getting drunk often and he began beating my grandma quite often. My grandma didn't take it she would beat him back. My mom told me that she would grab all the kids in a room and stay in there because the would start fighting. I mean punches after punches!! Let me tell you this: once he was so drunk he started playing with a knife that finger thing. You know that one where you open you hand and you stab the spaces in between and try not to stab yourself? Well yeah that's the one. He actually stabbed him self and chopped him three middle finger off from his right hand. Well not completely off. He came home with the fingers dangling. My grandma took him to the doctor and they sew then back on. So now he can't feel them or move them.
My grandpa wanted to make more money so he came to the US for the first time by crossing the border illegally. I'm not quite sure when but he did not stay for that long. He came Back and left again. This time most of his brothers leave. They stayed in the US for a while then my grandma got worried so she took her butt over there. Then she found a way for all the kids to come because he had a nice job and mula.
The hole family settled in Oakland. My grandpa got robbed so many times! He got pointed in the head with a gun just so they'll get his money. He got hit in the head with a gun in a bus and was knocked out! Bus driver had to call the ambulance. He lived in the same area 2pac lived in walked the same street. I bet he Even said hi once or twice to him.
My grandpa had such a good job he got his residency. He even had enough money to send to his parents. He gave them money for a bigger better house. He had money to even give them two houses one little one and one big one. His brothers envy him. His sisters love him. His parents love him. His nieces and nephews love him. They are always at his house kicking it.
He has such a passion for animals, plants and outdoor. He always brought a different pet to the house. It could have been a donkey, horse, or a dog. But he only stayed with them for a month the longest. Then he would just sell them. He always spends his Saturdays with his dogs outside the house. He has the best looking house, because of all the plants and how well taken they are. I love spending time with him. He is really entertaining. I LOVE HIM. BUT MY GRANDMA IS ANOTHER STORY that i'll talk about next week.

My Own Island Seems To Be Surrounded By My Own Tears-POEM

When I cry myself to sleep
Please don't tell me that everything will be better
Because you and I know
This pain will never leave

It may be the first time you see me cry
But it isn't the first or last time
I will cry myself to sleep

I hope to god I drown in my tears
I hope to god this pain will soon leave

I ask god, why me, out of all these people?
Why do I have to go on pretending that everything is going well?
When deep inside, I am screaming
Hoping a helping hand will soon appear
While waiting in this deserted island surrounded by my own tears

While you say goodnight, I ask myself, what is a good night for me?
Is it when I seem to forget that pain, but then wake up with tears
Running down my face
Like two water falls streaming down both my eyes?
Is it when I cannot sleep at all
Because of the immense pain?
Or is it when I have no more tears in me that all I do
Is pray for tears?

The tears may leave or disappear
There might be a stupid smile on my face
But the hurricane, inside me is still there
as powerful as it has been and as it will be
For the rest of my miserable life with out you and your love

Goodnight and let the tears begin to flow down my sad face
I hope to god, someone will come along and help
But how and when?
I do not know
I wish I did, but no one said life is fair

I'm falling to pieces and no one seems to care

Questions Of The First Final

In my first English final of the year. We had to pick three questions out many that we had to choose from. I decided to go for the ones that I thought I could go on writing, or to say typing, for a while. I ended up with questions six, two and number ten.

10. Where do you get your ideas for blog post topics? What inspires you to write?

Where is that I get my ideas from? Well... I usually start by looking back on recent or past moments in life where they are pretty funny, sad, and or fun.At of all those I sum up in my life so far, most of them turn out to be the times when I'm with my brother and my uncle, Gregorio. It's all because when ever we hang out we have a lot of fun. From us you should always expect the unexpected. Some other ways I get my inspiration is from my family. I have a very complicated family and let me tell you this, we are not a NORMAL FAMILY NOT EVEN OUR DOGS!

Here is an example of one of the blogs that I received my inspiration :

"...my grandpa in the backyard screaming at the dog... Gaby, the dog,...sounds like Gaby is telling him to shut his pie whole...Gaby takes care of Osito like if that was her baby. However Mr. Bean gets beat up by Osito since he is a little bit bigger, and Mr. Bean seems to be in love with the husky but the husky never notices him since he's tiny... My grandma, my mom and I start having a food fight...While we are eating WE ALL GOOF OFF! NO ONE IN MY FAMILY IS A ‘NORMAL’ PERSON YOU CAN SEE IT IN OUR PICS. NOT EVEN THE BABIES OR GUESTS GET LEFT BEHIND. That is why every one's friends ask my grandparents if they could spend holidays with us..."
Click here to read the rest "What Does Jaz Do For Thanksgiving?"

Here are some powerful quotes I have found to represent what I feel toward my family:

"The family is one of nature's masterpieces."

~George Santayana

"You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you,
as you are to them."
~Desmond Tutu

2. Choose one of your posts. (Your favorite? Your least favorite? The one that surprises you the most when you reread it? Any one you want to pick.) Analyze it in detail, with quotes etc.

During my childhood, not saying I'm an old lady, my brother and I had many adventures. I enjoyed writing the blog about my brother and I, Call Us The BackYardigans. It tells you and my audience, well my little audience, all the fun we had once getting back form school, back in the elementary years. I felt like it was yesterday, but it has been almost five years or so since we last played in our backyard. I don't know what I would have done without with my brother stuck yo me 24/7 like a piece of chewed up gum stuck to the bottom of a desk. He is like a nose. It annoys you when you look at something at a curtain angle and you see it, but you need it smell. You couldn't live such a great life without smelling the wonders of nature.

This one had to be my favorite one out of all of them. I loved it so much that it took me back to those times when my brother and I were kids. That night I just had to go to my brother and start fooling around with him like old times. We actually started being so childish and loud that my mom came in and said, " Aw! I haven't seen my two little babies like this in a while. It reminds me of when you were kids back in the backyard and how you two seemed to disappear and go to your little world somehow."

Here is a piece of my blog were I talk about how much I love my brother:

"Ooh my brother, he is the best brother I could have. I am so glad I have him. We can't live together sometimes, but we can't live without each other. THAT IS TRUE! Every one in my family can tell if we have gone days without seeing each other. They say we look sad. It's pretty true we feel like we are missing something."

Here are some strong quotes that represent what I feel toward my brother:

"To the outside world, we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time."

~Clara Ortega

"There's no other love like the love for a brother. There's no other love like the love from a brother."

~Astrid Alauda

"A brother shares childhood memories and grown-up dreams."

~Author Unknown

"All for one and one for all
My brother and my friend
What fun we have
The time we share
Brothers 'til the end."
~Author Unknown

6. In what way(s) have you surprised yourself this semester on your blog? Have you tried topics you didn't think you'd write about? Approached a familiar topic from an unfamiliar angle? Discovered more "depth" to a topic than you first thought was possible? Explain.

In the blogs What to write about? and New Start or Not I said many things such as what I wanted to blog about and what I didn't want to. Looking back and re-reading my blogs I have surprised myself in how I went to one subject to another. The one subject I sticked to is the know talking about my adventures with my uncle and brother. I never thought I would blog about music. I thought that everyone talks about music and it's just gotten old. However I seemed to be listening to my favorite band that day I wrote Jaz, What About Music? I got so caught up in the music that I just had to write about it. I extended on it in Hidden Meaning? seeing Mr. Sutherland wanted to hear more on the subject and I had no problem with it. Also because my uncle told me the answer to the question I had in my head for a a couple of years, the day after I had posted the blog I said, "why not? Why leave Mr. Sutherland with the killing curiosity that I had for years?"

I was also surprised to see how my grammar had improved. That was my main goal. I think it's how when ever you check your spelling and you keep seeing the same stupid mistakes you know what your not supposed to do. Our mind see's what we are doing and it reminds us later on once we seem to begin to do the same stupid mistake. However, when ever we try to proof read our own work we never see our mistakes. Just like what I said in Writing Groups.

" We all make careless mistakes but we don’t realize it when we revise our work. In my opinion it’s because we seem to read it, but we actually read what we think we wrote so we tend not see what actually wrote. When some other person takes the time to read your stuff. They find many errors that once they point it out to you realize your mistake. This is the biggest way it can help us with our writing."

This shows how I have realized my triumphs in English class in New Start or Not:

"I was also wondering if I have achieved my goals? I have noticed that I have become a better speller. Which is GOOD! I'm proud of myself. I have also seen that I have become a better essay writer. I have been noticing that I have developed my organisation skills when writing an essay. Which I'm also proud of!"

“Don't be afraid to try again Everyone goes south Every now and then.”

Billy Joel quotes

“All human wisdom is summed up in two words - wait and hope”

Alexandre Dumas Père

Writing Groups

Well I don't really like the idea of groups. The only reason I dislike this idea is because the fact that people have to read your blog in front of you. I like people reading my blog but not while I'm there. It disturbs me. I like people reading them. Most of mine are entertaining and true. Sometimes it can be embarrassing since I seem to write down my funny embarrassing moments.
However this can make our (the class) writing skills improve. We all make careless mistakes but we don’t realize it when we revise our work. In my opinion it’s because we seem to read it, but we actually read what we think we wrote so we tend not see what actually wrote. When some other person takes the time to read your stuff. They find many errors that once they point it out to you realize your mistake. This is the biggest way it can help us with our writing.
The biggest problem with this is that people and I seem to go partner up with our friends. You know what that means! DISTRACTION, DISTRACTION, and more DISTRACTION! GOSSIP ‘Y TODO’! That equals up to…no work done! However if you, Mr. Sutherland, put us in groups no one will be happy or comfortable with strangers reading them. So for me the best idea was Devon’s or Devin’s, however you spell her name, she said that we should have partners and have this done by posting comments on blogger. I like that A LOT!

Thats why the world goes round and people are happy.

Multitasking

Multitasking is a natural thing to do, in, in opinion. Ask your self is it possible. Ask your self is it really possible to do only one thing? Can you really? Just take a look at this, when you are sleeping you are breathing, your heart is pumping blood, you might have a dream, you might move around your bed. When you’re walking you start stepping foot by foot, your aware of your surroundings, you’re looking around. Even when you’re eating because you are chewing, moving your mouth to keep it closed, aiming for your mouth, looking around, tasting your food, and unknowingly making sure that your food is small enough to pass down your throat. So really now can you live without multitasking? Can anyone live without multitasking?

Now really think of this; you have to multitask in order to survive. Surviving the world, streets, etc might mean you have to multitask, right. Can you survive without multitasking? Can you survive by concentrating on one thing specifically? Such like just concentrating in making sure your heart is pumping blood through your body. Which might mean you have to just stand their nice and still without thinking or doing anything else, but you have to breathe in order to do that so…hello, you kind of have to what? MULTITASK! Yes.

What is the meaning of multitasking? Doing more than one thing at a time. Well we all do this consciously and or even unconsciously that’s a fact. So my big question here is what is the opposite of multitasking? Is there an exact opposite? I would think it’s death, because you would die if you only do one thing, JUST ONE. I don’t think it’s concentration. I don’t think it is anything. I’m just going to go check it out on google right now…well I got focused. But is it really, now? Can you really focus in one thing? If you can is it for long? I know that for me that is not possible for long. Maybe just for some seconds, but maybe NEVER! I’m sort of like that dog in the movie up when he says,“ I just met you and I feel like I love you. SQUIRELLE!” YES that would be me.