Friday, December 24, 2010

Tron Legacy

So guys, I saw that movie and was able to find a copy of it, since most of the streams are being taken down. Hopefully this one wont be. Dont forget to click and follow :D leave your requests in the comments.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Fading Stripes ( Copy pasta from 1 of my college papers) Tl;Dr warning!

The tiger (Panthera Tigris), one of the world's most beautiful and revered animals, stands near the brink of extinction. Since the turn of the century, its habitat and numbers have been reduced by up to 95 per cent. Its habitat spanning from China to Russia has been reduced to a more urban setting, forests being cut down and paved over for factories and buildings. Apart from the deforestation the tiger faces an onslaught of poaching throughout its range. In 1991, one-third of the Siberian or Amur tigers were killed to meet the demand for their bones and other parts. This paper will focus on the general causes that are leading to the tiger’s extinction.

“Illegal Hunting for Medicinal Trade
poaching for tiger skins has a long history; the magnificent striped pelt has been in demand for rugs, wall hangings, and fur coats. These are less important now as the market is restricted by trade bans. The poacher's targets today are bones and other parts to meet the demand for pseudo-medicinal use in eastern Asia, primarily China, Taiwan, and South Korea, but also in Indo-China. The extent of this demand has yet to be ascertained because very little data exists beyond the evidence of tiger products in pharmacies and markets throughout the region. Chinese authorities have disclosed that, in 1991, exports of tiger bone medicines included 15,079 cartons of tablets, 5,250kg of liquid medicines, and 31,500 bottles of wine. Most of the exports are believed to have been to Hong Kong, Malaysia, Singapore, and Thailand, but tiger-based medicines have been found in many parts of the world where there are Chinese communities, including Australia, Europe, and the USA.” (Taken from a National Geographic Article)

To the addition of the illegal poaching of tigers for medicinal purposes. Weak law enforcement has also played a big role in the tiger’s endangerment. Without heavy consequences to penalize poachers for the bones and coats the tigers remain fair game even though their population is dwindling to the brink of nothing. In China if a poacher is caught hunting a tiger it is simple a $400 fine. That’s a portion of what the hunter is selling the cat for. Some people think they are just killing one tiger. That is not entirely true. If it is a female tiger that is killed, she is likely to have cubs, which may be unable to fend for themselves, in which case the real loss may be three or four tigers, without counting the loss of the tigress's breeding potential. When a male is killed, the result may be an intensive struggle among other males to take over the territory during which cubs get killed and breeding is disrupted for a lengthy period, possibly for several years.

Habitat Loss:
The current range of the tiger extends through one of the most densely inhabited regions of the world, where human numbers are rising at an average of 1.87 per cent per annum (i.e. doubling in 37 years), according to the World Resources Institute. Except for Thailand and China (where there are fewer than 100 tigers), human populations are increasing much faster than the average global rate. During the 20 years since Project Tiger began in 1973, India's human population has increased by over 300 million and livestock by over 100 million. In the past 30 years, Vietnam's population has doubled, making it one of the world's most densely populated countries. It is second to another tiger range state, Bangladesh, in terms of farming population per hectare of cultivated land. The human pressure on wild habitat, including protected areas, is clearly intense, and increasing. Like other big cats, the tiger probably has little future outside protected areas because of the danger to livestock and human life. Tigers which stray out of reserves and attack livestock are often poisoned by local people. Besides the overpopulation, tigers are also facing more natural disasters too. Hurricanes are flooding their coastline habit, earthquakes, floods, wild fires ect.
Genetic instability:
Most tiger populations today consist of fewer than 100 individuals and only about 40 per cent of them constitute the breeding population. Inbreeding is inevitable and father-daughter and mother-son mating has been recorded. The balance of the sexes may be distorted by an excess of males or females surviving to maturity, thus increasing the impact of inbreeding. A loss of variability and genetic deterioration follow, with lowered cub production and survival, which may not be apparent until they have reached a level that, threatens the population.

Giving just these 3 main causes (poaching, habitat loss, and breeding problems) the tiger is sadly on its way out. The only way to save this breed of cat is by focusing on these 3 main causes, among the lesser known ones. But if I keep talking about that, this paper would soon lead to solutions.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Macabre kids’ book art by Gojin Ishihara (Kappa)

I got this pic off a website with the books title  as  "Macabre kids’ book art" by Gojin Ishihara

Heres one of the pics. In it. weird huh?

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

That stupid 4chan video.

If you browse 4chan you know for the last day the Giga Purin Purin video has been running up nonstop everytime we refresh a thread/page.

This is a 1 time app. installation which will take care of that fucking video.

Works for Chrome and firefox.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010


Uh... So somebody told me to install and play that game. World of Warcraft, I use to hate on people that played it, but I decided to see what all the hype was about. omfg.... for the last 2 days... I've probably played it for a good 18 hours.

fuck... and its on a private server... oh wells got my 80 DK in 7 hours.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Fuck you!

So, I arrive to my 4 hour analytical reading class.
I come in late bout 15 mins, so I lost my back seat, I had to sit in the middle next to this faggot bitch adjacent to my seat. Everything was cool, teacher passed out a stack of papers from person to person, this 0/19 looking skinnyfat pudgy face fat belly bitch, just stood there, instead of passing me those fucking papers reading it.... I was like " Are you going to pass me those papers or just keep wasting my time" She goes "uhhh HERE" 
She was drinking a can of monster sip by sip like she was some sorta hotshot LOL! what I drunk those in like 4th grade lololool, anyways we was doing our response papers, 2 people behind me, 5/10 girl fat sonabitch mexicunt. he keeps trying to flirt with her making lame ass jokes, saying how he never used the word 'coogaran' nigger keeps on talking to this bitch, im trying to do my work yadda yadda. He left early, I get done with my work and walk out, hes outside waiting for the bitch. Im like " Waiting for your girlfriend?" 
Him: "oh no, shes not my girlfriend"
me: "Then fucking quit talking to her like she is and stfu when im trying to do my work"
He says nothing

I walk away alpha as fuck.

Then at the gym... i encountered a gym hoe. with golden fucking cowboy boots.


Lol yeaaaaaa.

Friday, November 12, 2010

The Holders

I always liked these creepy stories.
Heres vol.2 of a series of like 500 lol

In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear. 

Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you've escaped succesfully. 

If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. The person will only respond to one question. "What happens when they all come together?" 

The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing, and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned that if you do, your death will be one of cruelty and unrelenting horror. 

Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands. 

That object is 1 of 2538. They must never come together. 

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

A Painted Christmas

Patrick Finn arrived home from his Christmas conquests, beating out the snowstorm by mere miles, mere minutes. He felt not only the foreboding presence of a hazardous blizzard, but also that of something else. Something darker. It felt as if it resonated not only within his soul, but also within the souls of those around hi, within the very ground itself. Patrick had never bothered to check, but he was sure that beneath the grass and soil of Winter Harbor, Maine, therein hungered a gaping mouth or a chasm yearning for the flesh of the innocent, and anchored to the physical world only by a desire to seem normal. It had not yet been appeased because the residents of Winter Harbor were all but innocent.
Patrick had moved to Winter Harbor hoping to escape the despondency and despair he had felt in his hometown, Belmont, Maine. So far these feelings had only amplified, magnified, by both the wintry death that he felt tiptoeing in the town’s midst and the lingering scent of paint that seemed to permeate every building in the city. It was as if the town was constantly being repainted in some sort of halfhearted attempt to cover something up. Still, he felt it necessary to stay, so as not to make matters worse for his wife, whom he barely saw anymore, and his son, who always seemed so distant. He and his wife were going through a rife time in their marriage and their son was feeling its effects. It was akin to what one may feel after a tumultuous earthquake. Patrick felt that he had to make it up to his son, so he went out and bought him the most expensive and extravagant thing he could his hands on this late in the shopping season, a brand new video game system. He had assured his son that, evne though he had acted out often this year, Santa would bring him something good. Throughout these charades, Patrick felt empty at the prospect of shipping for a boy that he knew nothing about, a boy whose existence was forgotten every so often.
On the Even of Christmas, Patrick arrived home before the snowstorm and quickly crept into the garage to wrap the present and place it under the tree. It was in this garage that he often felt abrupt changes, as if within its small space, it contained secrets beyond human comprehension. The musky smell of the old holiday decorations coupled with the omnipresent scent of fresh paint, varnish, and gasoline all seemed to meld into one personified force, whispering sweet nothings to Patrick as he exited his car. This caused him to shudder heavily, as if beset by a fit of delirium tremens. He shrugged off the dull headache and dry mouth before quickly and sloppily wrapping the gift. Following this, he slipped it under the tree and began to creep upstairs. He couldn’t help but grimace at the thought that he was as far from Santa as humanly possible.
As he reached the top of the landing, Patrick glanced over at the clock. It read 11:49. He stood there, as if to wait for some fleeting childhood feeling that may accompany the arrival of Christmas. It did not come, as he soon found. Nor did cheery music, nor the scent of evergreens and cookies. Just deafening silence and that damnable scent of paint. It was everywhere, he couldn’t escape it. The arrival of yet another disappointing Christmas struck Patrick like a blow to the face. He fell to his knees then subsequently onto his stomach. He couldn’t tell if he had passed out or not.
Suddenly, a loud sound in his son’s room jarred Patrick awake. He quickly got up and stumbled into the room. The popping sound he had heard made him wonder what made it, and when he finally found out, he was confused even further. A large, black humanoid, adorned with goat horns and a tongue that writhed like a snake, stood before him, clutching his son. Patrick stood dumbfounded, seemingly incapable of recognizing not only the creature, but anything else before him.
“What do you want?” Patrick asked. Innately, he knew that the creature wanted something.
The creature smiled, licking his lips.
“Thine tender fruit, not spoiled by the worms of new but by the tree that bore it… ripened not into ambrosia but a rotten, hollow core…”
Patrick stared at the creature. Sweat began to collection on his brow. He felt as if his brain itself had been lit afire. He couldn’t breathe.
“I… I can’t say I understand…” Patrick stammered out.
The creature smiled again.
“Not by love of a dying star can a a planet be adorned, but by the eruption of its most sacred peaks? I desire the treasures from which you hope to find salvation. The gift to your boy. It is a gift for me, now.”
Patrick couldn’t understand why the creature would want the game system, but he felt it necessary to give it up. He quickly bolted downstairs, grabbing the box and, clutching it tight, he sprinted back up to his son’s room. The creature, upon his arrival, thrust Patrick’s son to the floor and held out one long, beckoning hand. As Patrick handed over the present, he couldn’t help but feel as if he were Faust himself, exchanging an eternity for one single moment of gratification. The creature licked his lips once more and disappeared in the time it took Patrick to blink.
When he was sure he as alone, Patrick fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around his son. He expected a “thank you,” an “I love you,” something. He heard nothing. He looked down. He found that his son was withering away, becoming the very shadows that inhabited the night around him. Patrick knew at that moment that he was entirely alone, swallowed finally by the chasm beneath his feet. He stumbled to the garage before sitting down, embracing his solitude and his communion with the musky smell of paint that seemed to beckon invitingly.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010


Well, I've been thinking about getting my first tattoo.
I dont want it to be one of those common scripts of dark green ink but have some color in it, I found 1 I like, I'm thinking about getting one under my forearm.
If anyone knows of a good tattoo art website please post it in a comment!

oh and heres a pic of the 1 I liked.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

2 Wheels a descriptive essay on a motorcycle.

2 Wheels
  Looking at how fierce this machine on two wheels is can put chills on a person. It’s a bike with an attitude. Listening to how the engine roars with each thrust while the bike is idling is loud enough to make a car alarm system go off. From its sleek appearance to its extraordinary performance makes the 2010 Kawasaki Ninja 250r one of the highest recommended bikes of the year.
  From the front, the 2010 model has a whole new style of fairings, sleek and elegant as they seem, but also with a sense of attitude. It also has a new cool blue headlight, which illuminates greater than the regular standard motorcycle headlight. The windshield is polished black which blends in perfectly with the bikes head. An all digital control system helps the rider see how fast he is going more accurately. Along with sturdier forks, this makes the Ninja a stronger bike.
  Being able to hold up to 5 liters of gas is the gas tank, a hump in the middle of the bike, similar to a camel.  With its rubber embedded grips, making it harder for the rider to slip off. The new anti slip seat, made up of foam covered by a layer of leather is a priceless accessory for any rider. Getting to one of the most important features of any bike is the engine; 250cc with its digital ignition, to its liquid cooling system which can bring a rider from 0 to 60 in a matter of seconds is a luxury to most riders. Notice how the side fairings look elegant with their custom design, setting 6 inches from the ground making the bike look bigger, as if it had a suit of armor on.
  Moving on to the back, we have the tail. About a foot long, its small and thin sitting just above the rear wheel, it also has a spot for a secondary passenger. A red light on the end which serves as the tail light glows a bright red. Right beneath the tail sets the rear wheel, a 17 inch 130/70 edition street edition wheel, it was made with special grips and grooves on the tire solely for the street. A factory default chrome exhaust system is what helps make the roar of the motorcycle when it’s zipping up and down the street. The exhaust extends to the rear of the bike which then turns into a tail pipe. The tail pipe is about a foot long and it rests close to the rear wheel.
  All of this packed into a singular functioning machine makes the 2010 Kawasaki Ninja a bike with unlimited potential. A person that wants to get into bikes or just wanting to hit speeds up to 110 miles an hour while saving money on gas should look into a bike like this. The best definition for this bike would be “Fun”.  

Word Count: 499

Friday, October 1, 2010

Dirt ( another Essay I wrote for my english class)


It is not uncommon to see ATV enthusiasts in Southern California. When
I turn on the TV or take a drive out to the desert region I am most likely to run into a four wheeler. Sometimes they don’t land a trick right and crash, but I did not expect something like that would necessarily happen to me. I was soon to find out what the toll of being reckless was. I have never been more fearful in my life as I was that afternoon.
The alarm on my phone went off it was a scorching day. Even though it was early in the morning, it was warmer than normal in the middle of August. I jumped out of my bed and hurried to the kitchen table. I quickly ate my food. This was the day I got to ride my first quad. I rushed back into my room and quickly changed clothes. I went over to my friend’s house. There it was a Honda 400cc quad. My friend came out and asked if I was ready to go to the track. We loaded up the quads and drove off. When we get to the dirt track which was in the middle of the desert, we put our protective gear on. After about 20 minutes of me learning the basics and riding around on the quad, I start to get comfortable with it, too comfortable. I see a dirt ramp; I decided I was going to try to jump it, I started to pick up speed. My hand clenches the clutch, I change gears. I’m nervous but excited and my adrenaline kicks in. I can feel the sweat on my face; I hold down the accelerator and pick up speed. I am shivering underneath my armor. I’m probably running 35 mph I see the jump, and I brace myself for it. I am starting have second thoughts on this jump! I keep getting closer and picking up speed. I hit the jump! But something went wrong, I shifted the quad too much and I was off balance. My eyes widened with fear! I’m panicing! I knew I was about to crash. The quad landed on 2 wheels, and then it rolled. I bailed off the quad, landed about 5 feet into a bush. I laid there on the ground,in pain, being grateful. I only got a couple of bruises, but it could have been a lot worse.I could barely walk when my friend came riding up to me. I make my way up to the messed up bike. It wasn’t as bad as I thought, just a bent handle bar. My friend exchanges his bike with me and I go back to the truck and then we made our way home. I still ride ATVs to this day. It really helps to be more careful, I consider myself lucky; after all that happened I could be in a wheelchair. But now I take the time to plan a jump.
Word Count 509

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Bowling for Soup

I use to listen to them when I was like 14... Went to a concert... what happen'd to them?

Monday, September 27, 2010

Beckham takes charge!

Haha Whats up guys, I know this is a blog about managing money on a Student budget, but I'm a huge soccer fan. I just saw this clip on youtube... Lol this was to good. Fyi Beckham, I'm wearing my LA Galaxy Jersey right now so what?In yo face home biscuit.

Saturday, September 25, 2010



  There is always that one earthly possession you long for, rather it’s the latest cell phone or an expensive piece of jewelry. But when you are a college student living on your own or coming from a family that has a humble background, it all boils down to what you want and what you need.  I would like to share with you my opinions on managing money, through my personal experiences. I prefer to follow the three step system on managing money, the “N.S.M” (Need, Save, Make) system.
  Living in California, not everyone can find a job in this economy. That means a lot of people have to dig into their savings, some people can make a thousand dollars last longer than others. It all depends on if you can determine the differences between need and want. For example I wanted the new iPhone, but the price tag was well over half my savings, and I already had a perfectly working phone. To top things off I still had to have an English book.  Of course I picked the English book over the phone, since I needed the book to pass my class. The want over need rule doesn’t just apply for school text books. I’ve seen people go out and spend their milk money on a pair of new shoes; I don’t think a pair of Nike dunks is very nutritious for you.
  Now if you are living on your own, bills can be such a hassle. I know you are expecting me to say “Use energy efficient appliances.” That wouldn’t be a bad idea. Even though using energy efficient appliances can reduce your bills dramatically, they also cost more. Instead try using natural sunlight in the day and turning off unused lights at night. This also falls under the need before want rule. Do you really need 3 lights on in 1 room or running the TV and radio at the same time? I don’t think so.  That covers the home, but what about daily life? Let’s start looking around what you can do to save an extra buck.  Instead of buying soda from vending machines or local gas stations, try buying in bulk, you can save an extra 25 cents. Buying in bulk is a wonderful way to save money. If you are paying 12 dollars for a 24 pack of soda that normally cost $1.25 per soda you are saving 18 dollars! This is just a small example on what you can do to save money on a daily basis.
  We have covered the difference between need and want, and saving money. It’s time to show you how you can make money. I like to live by that saying “A problem is just an opportunity in work clothes.” Sure you should be sending in your resumes for a job. But landing a job won’t happen overnight, in the mean time why don’t we look around the house and see what we can do.  See that plastic bottle in your trashcan? That’s a nickel. It only takes 20 nickels to make a dollar. It’s not hard to find little ways to earn money; I had to come up with $300 dollars for text books before school started last august. I couldn’t find a job, so besides saving bottles and turning them at the end of the month, I mowed lawns. Yes! The thing you use to do for your parents to earn your allowance, also works as a temporary job.  Ten dollars here and there start to build up. Pretty soon I had more than $300. Another way to make money is to go into your closet and look around and find things you don’t use. In my case it was a snowboard, I haven’t snowboarded for years and all it was doing was collecting dust in the back of my closet. I decided to turn on the computer and go onto an online ad site ( posted it on there, in 3 days I sold it for $75. Now you are not going to get rich by doing this. But you can earn enough money to pay for the basic essentials (for me it was college text books).
 These are just a few examples of the “N.S.M” management system. Simple yet brilliant, anyone can do this and live on a little bit of nothing.