Now, it's mine.

This is cool ninja. Wow! I love it more than my girlfriend. Haha! Well, after coveting for about 5 years and then I got it. Though I bought it a long time back. Thanks to my dad! The model is awesome in design and superb in performance. FURIOUS JET!

Words of Love.

Life wouldn’t be the same
without you and all the memories
you have given me.
Sweet are the words of Love,
sweeter his thoughts:
Sweetest of all what
Love nor says nor thinks.
When you love someone,
you pick up the little things
and magically turn them
into something special.

Disasters and Resilience: Clean Energy Can Save Us

Kaifukuryoku, is the Japanese word for resilience. For many in Japan, resilience has become a a way of life, a goal that has driven one of the most advanced efforts at planning for disasters in the world.
The word tsunami is also Japanese, originating in their long familiarity of living on the knife edge of disaster, wedged between volcanoes, fault-lines, typhoons, and the vastness of the Pacific ocean.
Yet, the three disasters Japan is grappling with today are showing the limits of resilience and industrial societies.
Buildings in Japan are subject to incredible standards for flexibility and strength, to survive the earthquakes that threaten cities. Mt. Fuji has incredible lava channels and barriers built to protect Tokyo from an eruption. Volcano, typhoon, and earthquake monitoring systems are linked to alarms that can be activated to warn citizens to seek shelter and/or higher ground.
These all saved lives.
Yet, now as Japan should be mobilizing all its resources to feed, house, and evacuate citizens who have been impacted by this terrible disaster, it is mobilizing to prevent a third and possibly worst disaster, a nuclear catastrophe.

Who was your first crush?

Who was your first crush?

Answer here

Do you believe in ghosts?

No, not at all.

Ask me anything

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Young Heart's Photography.

It’s so wild to think back to this time last year when Young Heart's was still in the planning stages. We were literally racking  our brains over what we were going to call this thing, let alone how we were going to get our work out there and how to show people what we see through our photos
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Almost a year later it’s hard to imagine things having gone any better. This first year stretched out in the most amazing way – and we’re soooo happy to have got this going and so totally honored to have been able to hang out and get to know the amazing people we have worked with this year. So from the bottom of our hearts, to everyone we’ve worked with, everyone that’s checked us out or supported us along the way – thank you. So much. Without further ado, here are some of the best of Young Heart’s first year.

For my photography, am looking forward for more clients definitely. More projects, more client, more partnership. am thinking to make a new promotion with a very reasonable pricing.And am planning to make a photo project 365. What do i mean by project 365? i have to take picture every single day for the whole year (365 days). Challenging, but yeah i have to try it out.

Real World..!!

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Don't follow my fakes because this world is full of fakes. ALERT!

For me, there is only you.

There was this guy who believed very much in true love and decided to take his time to wait for his right girl to appear. He believed that there would definitely be someone special out there for him, but none came.
Every year at Christmas, his ex-girlfriend would return from Texas to look him up. He was aware that she still held some hope of re-kindling the past romance with him. He did not wish to mislead her in any way. So he would always get one of his girl friends to pose as his steady whenever she came back. That went on for several years and each year, the guy would get a different girl to pose as his romantic interest. So whenever the ex-girlfriend came to visit him, she would be led into believing that it was all over between her and the guy.
The girl took all those rather well, often trying to casually tease him about his different girlfriends, or so, as it seemed! In fact, the girl often wept in secret whenever she saw him with another girl, but she was too proud to admit it. Still, every Christmas, she returned, hoping to re-kindle some form of romance. But each time, she returned to Texas feeling disappointed.
Finally she decided that she could not play that game any longer. Therefore, she confronted him and professed that after all those years, he was still the only man that she had ever loved. Although the guy knew of her feelings for him, he was still taken back and have never expected her to react that way. He always thought that she would slowly forget about him over time and come to terms that it was all over between them. Although he was touched by her undying love for him and wanted so much to accept her again, he remembered why he rejected her in the first place-she was not the one he wanted. So he hardened his heart and turned her down cruelly. Since then, three years have passed and the girl never return anymore. They never even wrote to each other. The guy went on with his life..... still searching for the one but somehow deep inside him, he missed the girl.

On the Christmas of 2008, he went to his friend's party alone.
"Hey, how come all alone this year? Where are all your girlfriends? What happened to that Texas babe who joins you every Christmas?", asked one of his friend.
He felt warm and comforted by his friend's queries about her, still he just surged on.

Then, he came upon one of his many girlfriends whom he once requested to pose as his steady. He wanted so much to ignore her ..... not that he was impolite, but because at that moment, he just didn't feel comfortable with those girlfriends anymore. It was almost like he was being judged by them. The girl saw him and shouted across the floor for him. Unable to avoid her, he went up to acknowledge her.
"Hi......how are you? Enjoying the party?" the girl asked.
"Sure.....yeah!", he replied.
She was slightly tipsy..... must be from the whiskey on her hand.
She continued, "Why...? Don't you need someone to pose as your girlfriend this year?"

Then he answered, "No, there is no need for that anymore......" 

This is my story...

This is how I spend my time.

Like when I stay free I either stay with music or painting. As said "No Music, No Life" but when music gets bored, I stick to painting. Not a perfect painter, but try to make it good as possible. Sometimes I write whatever comes in my mind using new graffiti fonts and edit it and that's how I create up new paintings... This time it's clearly visible than my previously done graffiti writings.

The Darkness Of My Past.

Sometimes I Remember
The Darkness Of My Past
Bringing Back These Faded Memories
I Wish I Didn't Have
Sometimes I Think Of Letting Go
And Never Looking Back
And Never Moving Forward So
There Would Never Be A Past ...
Sometimes I Think About The Place Where I Belong.

Dr. Seuss

Hearts so pure in this broken place.

Life is full of beauty.

It really is.. you just have to look for it.. and when you can't seem to find it.. just rely on your faith that it will re-surface...

Wishes with a side of ignorance.

If only we were infinite.

DC Shoes: Melrose

I stopped by the DC Shoes shop in Melrose while I was in LA last week. I always stop there and visit by to try pick up some new shoes and stuff. This time was no different, got me some unusual stuff again. New Hi-tops and a ‘gaffertape’ inspired low shoe. The guys always hook me up with the best deals so thanks once again. Oh and they threw in some ‘Obama can't gymkhana’ stickers too. Now, for some new designs.

When I wake up I realize that everything's still wrong. . .

When a relationship with someone for several years, we always think our way establishes and indestructible, it is believed always know how she will react, it is claimed that nothing ever changes, it is said that she never let you fall. Alas, it happens in some cases than you thought so close to you, were in fact a factor of circumstances. There comes a time when things change in some way or another what it is, there is nothing but observe the situation and be surpassed by events. We are disappointed by the reaction of some people he wants, that we have abandoned, neglected and have some things promised in the past that never came to fruition. So, sometimes because of lack of hope, disgust, or other ... It is closed to these people, these people who've disappointed, they were abandoned at the turn ... And even if the same factor shows up again, even if it tends to rebuild what was destroyed, even if we try to do as if there had been nothing, nothing is ever as before ... things have changed, interest is no longer the same, which is done is done we unfortunately can not dwell on the past, if not hope a better future despite the bitterness that you can always be in you ...

Decide which organs to donate in case of death and let your family know.

All of them. But I don't plan on ever being dead, so this is kind of moot. But, if somehow something goes wrong with my plans, all of them. As you may or may not know, my funeral plans are very specific. Which is odd, since I don't ever plan on needing a funeral, but my plans are so awesomely outrageous that they need to be planned whether I turn out to be immortal or not. Take out all my organs, donate 'em, the replace them with explosives and sew me back up. Then, at the end of the service, "New Divide" by Linkin Park will be played and I will be detonated. So yeah, take all my organs and let someone else benefit from my superior awesomeness.

Everywhere I look I see green scenic sublime.

"It is strange to see the world changing around us, see the other old, see my little sister and my brother to be great when we first name the" baby ". they become teen to turn and I am growing old without really realizing it.

- It's amazing that the youth of yesterday are now old and others are dead. It is also interesting to note that everyone, even our greatest idols that mark our generation will be of advanced age and die in the near future. Michael Jackson is only the beginning, Madonna will follow and it will be a endless chain.

- I still remember having fun in the park at this elementary school with all her children that we were at that age. Time has its way and has transformed this once-bustling park in a place as quiet as a cemetery inert.

- These same two chairs that are inanimate at each meal overlooking the awful feeling of emptiness, an absence at the table, which was once so great, keeping in mind this older tradition that we follow up still, and remembering the fact, that they live at home anymore.

- I recall yet the old cottage next to mine which gave way to huge houses destroyed this beautiful nature and the rural side of it.

-Those individuals with whom I lived countless experiments and even dare to greet me.

We live in a constant change, nothing else ...

Sick and weak from my condition.

Money does not buy happiness, we hear so often is that really the case? Obviously, I find that statement totally Eron, as they say always better to be poor than rich, healthy and unhealthy. Unfortunately this argument is very random, very few valid, there are people in poor health overlooked as there are wealthy heartless and full of life But it is the fine phrases we hear so often told by people supposedly good values. Today, we do nothing without money, everything has a cost, food, a place to live, clothing, basic education. For a proper life it takes more money yet again ... Yet despite the false belief, money does not change a good person by making bad money does not dispel the values of the person, it accentuates what is good in all of us and we are generous in nature and many thanks to our super $ $ $ $ gangsta loot we can get more involved and give more, another will become more miserly and with his wealth. Lack of money causes unnecessary stress and diminishes our quality of life, we deprive ourselves of many things we dreamed of having, one chicane for the money, they fight for money, people kill themselves by lack of money, is what it is happiness? I do not live in a palace, my parents are far from wealthy and yet I see them every day to forego their dreams, forbidden to have fun because they have to pay heaps of bills and continue to bread on the table.

I'd like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly.

Thousands of thought in our mind we go, day after day. Even its wishes, the vast majority we return the next day and subsequent days without ever dissipate. But we never dare to most. leap and achieve them. We live in a mold where dreams have become illusions, we no longer live, we stay at home watching others have fun, realize their dreams in reality shows while we waste our time in the lives of others and not ours. By the same token, these programs create only envy, because our reality to us is only endless routine (school, homework, work, sleep). It's an endless loop, you get exhausted and it is turning to television for just the reality of others envy. We spend so much time to envy their luck, so much time to mull over in our minds, and if I was in his place, as my life would be great! we then produces images, scenarios, in our imagination, which brings us intense pleasure which turns to euphoria, the mere thought that our dreams come true and that our life changes. Returning to earth, we realize that this is not our reality; midnight strikes ... it's time to sleep ... We close our eyes ... the alarm sounds and ... ... a new day rising to us.

In fact, I'm afraid of my dreams, I'm afraid to disclose to the people, alarmed at the idea of criticism and people think I am ridiculous. And yet we feel like celebrities, supermodels, but it does nothing to change our life for us, we hope by doing nothing. We believe in magical thinking, but nothing ever changes, it is up to us to take charge. We must take concrete actions to be someone to get out of the mold in which we all are.

What's the dream, if our ideas do not remain at the stage of dust ...