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.....

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.

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.