Okara KAmi

Not sure if you wanted critique for this or not... If not, then you can just skip my post x3Now the first thing anyone ever notices when they see a sig are the general color layout. The ones here are of the blue shade, ranging from white to dark sea blue. This isn't really a criticism, I'm just stating that this hue was the first thing I noticed, and I think it will be the first thing anyone notices. But setting up a hue is important because some times we have parts that don't fit.> So point #1: The side pic, to the left (smaller one) of her standing there, there are bits and pieces of brown, tan, and lightbrown in that section, and this doesn't fit with the white-blue-darkblue hue that you've got going with the rest of the Sig. This isn't to say that all good sigs are sigs with hues. But if you DO have one with a pretty definite color scale, then you shouldn't deviate from it, because it will become a bit distant from the essence of the pic.> Point #2: This is just me being REALLY picky. But that brush/c4 you used in the front, between the big pic (right) and the small pic (left) is not the right blue. Yea... I said it... not the right blue. It's hard to explain, and is probably just me being really picky, but I feel that it's a bit too bright and navy-leaning to be in the same category as the rest of the hue. The same goes for the text, as the font's borders are huge, which is ana-stylistic to the rest of the sig, and the color is a different type of blue yet again.> Point #3: Try to make sure that none of your brush/c4 strokes interfere with the stock image itself. As you can see, the crystal shard thing you have going on in the middle kind of gets on to Gomez's wrist and neck and arm, which interferes with the piccie.That's all I got. Standard stuff, I've done these kinds of slip ups often enough for me to not call them "slip ups" without biting my tongue I really liked the background dots on the right, that contrasted with the larger circles on the left. Not sure if that was aesthetically intentional or not... lolGood sig though.

Logic is a built in language. Logic, in the scientific sense that1 + 1 = 2.10 / 5 = 2.The general, addition, subtraction, division, and multiplication that doesn't take any advanced thought or conscious development to recognize, I classify as "Mathematical Logic" and is built in. Why do we know this? Small children are able to count using their fingers, and uneducated people of the world survive with Mathematical Logic. I think the math that you're talking about, is logical math. Moving forward from there, are extrapolations made by man kind. I use the word "Extrapolations" because they were all based off of these Logical Math principals, and using them, the noted minds of the past have taken steps forward in explaining other occurrences that could be tied to such Math. A good example is calculus. Newton's initiation of our Calculus movement could be seen as postulations. That crazy alchemist began trying to quantify graphical patters we see in our world. Now that kind of postulation in Mathematics, which we still call "Maths" where I believe it belongs in a different category entirely from logical math, isn't inbuilt. The Arithmetic comes naturally, and everything after that, I believe, requires a good level of thought or education to arrive to, education being the easier of the two methods @ AnwiiI don't think it's ridiculous to think that a forest born human being "Alpha" wouldn't know that 1 orange plus two oranges gives him three oranges. In saying so, you refuse to acknowledge that if a person has 2 apples and 1 is stolen, he would notice one is missing. Of course, our ways of representing Maths might not be recognized, as in your example: "| + || = |||" Might be hard to understand because "Alpha" the barbarian doesn't know what + or = means, and the |'s are irrelevant to his practical life. But that doesn't mean he doesn't have basic mathematical logic. He won't tell you how to find the arclength of a polar curve, of course, but that's because that's not fundamental mathematics. I also disagree on the account that basic math isn't a survival skill. But I guess that depends heavily upon what we define as basic math, as can be seen above, it seems my interpretation of the phrase refers to the extreme fundamentals of recognizing quantity.

It's times like these that I'm glad Bing came along. It finally brought relevant competition to Google. Being in a pseudo-monopolistic state over the Search Engine industry was dangerous as it is, because I felt like Google suffered from a largely visible decrease in its growth. But with Microsoft pushing Bing like the searching machine that it is, we've got Google doing auto-complete searches (the ones that give you search results mid-typing), and now the better image search. Now if only Microsoft could set up a powerful mail service from Bing.com, maybe Bmail, who knows, that'll get Google to start thinking seriously about some of the steps it can take in the right direction for its other laterals.I remember the old days, when Yahoo! search was still in the big picture, and Google had to take some major hits from the wider Yahoo! userbase at that time. Good times, good times.

Yep, that's exactly what I did. Realizing that I had already a domain in my name, I chose the third option and entered the domain name, which is a .com alone (I bought from xisto a few days ago.) But it tells me that the domain is already registered. to be specific: [ # The domain you entered is already registered with us - you will need to cancel it prior to placing a new order # ] If I cancel my domain, don't I lose the money that I paid to buy it?

Okay so I went ahead and bought a domain name (with $9.99 a year) and paid for it with myCents.Then I saved up enough to get a hosting plan, but it's asking me to input a domain name. When I put in my existing, and purchased, domain name, it tells me that it's already in use. How do I get my hosting service package to go to my pre-bought domain, when I order it? ps. I haven't ordered the hosting yet.

Oriental culture describes Dragons being very connected to water. There are many chinese myths and oral traditions that describe the dragon as being those that inhabit raindrops, seas, rivers, and more. I think the first one of these 'dragons' is the Alligator, that comes to mind. Another one of these dragons is the Australian monitor lizards, which belong to the genus Varanus. They have a stream lined shape, elongated neck, and sort of an erect posture, along with their split tongue, or forked tongue. The flapping of these forked tongues has often given the effect of fire breathing, because of the speed with which they flap. An even larger lizard in the chain is the Komodo Dragons, of indonesia. Indonesia, as we can agree, is a country that China has most likely visited. There is also scientific lines of study that point towards the possibility that these Komodo dragons are what killed the miniature humans, *person* floresiensis, who lived up near there until a few thousand years ago. These dragons had much more roaming land before the documented date, and it is understandable for a greater number of cultures to know of these types of reptiles. The progress of general knowledge had been comically been stomped on by Discovery Channel's mock-umentary Dragon's World: A Fantasy Made Real. A lot of people I know had suffered large amounts of confounding from what they thought was real, but the fact of the matter is that the dragon's documentary was completely fictional. It was a pseudo history made up for entertainment purposes only. But back to the point;There are floating ideas that western dragons have evolved from dinosaurs, because after all they needed to be around when humans were, and so the link between dragons and dinosaurs can not be a straight stream, because then the presence of dragons would break chronology. Pteronadon is the closest we have to a flying dragon, and the idea that these dinosaurs evolved later on to what we know as the draconian figures is very much more believable. The evolution wouldn't have to be too complicated either, as simple arms would be a large step towards fitting the description of the dragons we have in myth.So to the question, were dragons ever real? No evil dragons that wrapped around castles and shot down a rain of fire on valiant knights were not real, those were the creative fancies of writers at work and nothing more. But, as one might have grown to accept with the given and increasing proof, they could very much have had a solid basis for creation. What we consider dragons are simply what our ancestors thought of either a now extint relative of the dinosaur, or unearthed fossils of them.

Well my goal in life is to one day become a Defense Attorney. I want to be in the criminal defense field, so the classes I take reflex's that.Political Science - This subject teaches me a lot about politics, government, and political parties and policies. I love talking about current events, government policies, Republican vs Democratic views, how society impacts us today, World alliances, Terrorist, Government scandals, and how our country became what it is today. What I plan to get out of this class is the knowledge of the all the rights, amendments, constitution, and governance, so that I can know how to prepare myself for a client with a special case. I honestly do not want to get into politics in life because it is very stressful and people feel so strongly about politics that people running for office sometimes have to fear for their life, which i don't find fun, but lawyers do sometimes too in a big case huh? :)Criminal Justice - This is my most interesting and challenging class. All the laws, procedures, jurisdiction, and criminal punishment is a hand full. I have crammed so many laws into my head it isn't funny, but knowing the law will help me out A LOT with my future job because it will allow me to recite anything from the state or city laws to help my client in his case.English - This class helps me advance my vocabulary, and improve my English, which will help me when i have those long papers to type up in the office. Even though this class is a breeze for me, it still kind of helped me with my grammar, and I have learned a few new words so that I can sound more educated when I speak to others. Not my most helpful class, but it contributes greatly to my ultimate goalAmerican History Since 1865 - This class tells me everything I need to know about pass presidents, Moguls, slavery, civil rights movement, and basically how America became to be since 1865. I learned about the Homestead act, I learned about what really ended slavery, and I am currently learning about business moguls in the 1900's that brought us things like Steel and Coal. This class can help me with my future endeavors by educating me on pass history so that I can recite it, or learn from the mistakes from the pass and build on it, so that history can not repeat its self.

Racism is a funny little thing, and honestly I give it hardly any credit. This is mostly due to the fact that I have grown up first in India, where such a thing has been terribly rare at the time, then I came here, to the US, where tolerance of different races were aggressively promoted from a very young age. Racism is a joke because it, I strongly believe, sprouts from uncertainty. When we are uncertain as to what another, foreign thing is, we grow uncomfortable with it. Growing uncomfortable leads us to be increasingly distant to whatever it is that we find alien. In this case, we are dealing with outside culture. Back in the midst of India, the race tolerance was high, different languages and ethnicity found 0 difficulty mingling amongst themselves. It was when I came to the America's that I first ever heard of the word 'racism.' Now a country has many ways of handling diversity, and diversity in itself is a very sensitive thing. Nations in the western world take no real steps to promote acceptance, the people just treat each other like neighbors, and are able to mingle peacefully, without much clash. But for something like that to happen, we have to work under the assumption that the people have no reason to clash and create conflict. Such was true until a while ago in India, before riots broke lose and the internal tension has grown toxic. But that's besides the point of focus, so we go back to America.The thing with America is that, because of it's past history of Slavery, and the Civil Rights movement, a great rift has been creeping up between the races. Race and equality has hit the surface lime light and grown a greatest recipient of interest, which I believe is detrimental to acceptance. The different populations constantly bring up the possible presence of inequality in our community and all this does is create a greater divisor between the declared oppression and the declared oppressed. Having gone down a similar alley for years now, it's hard to find too many families that aren't in some way or another, subconsciously, affected by the constantly resurfacing issues of race. That's what the problem was all along, not slavery, not the Japanese camps during WWII, but our tendency to continue talking about it, picking at scabbing wounds until they are open. I can't assume that I speak for the entirety of the world when I generalize the route of racism in the United States, but I'm fairly sure that our state's divisiveness is born from said circumstances. We see it every day, with all of the articles and public debates we have over how people are treated differently. Talk of how a single African American mother with the same qualifications as a young White man, may have a lesser chance at getting a job than the latter, doesn't really accomplish much. It's a chorus of whining from our populous about hypothetical circumstances that highlights discrepancies in the system. But I think, that if we just learn to accept the fact that the world can never ever be completely fair in and of itself, then we would get along a lot easier. But that's not the case, and we're constantly going to be worried about how we might not be getting the bigger half of the cake. Personally, though my experience is shallow and scarce, I would say that the undertone of racism can't ever really be helped. But, I guess what we're dealing with here would be outright racism, not just sentiment, since after all we can't change how others look at us on the inside.I'm the kind of person that jokes around, a lot. And a lot of what I say refers to my race. Now it's not an intentional step at achieving some sort of race tolerance, but what it does is create an easier environment around the subject of my ethnicity. Racism, as I had tried to define it before, sprouts from uneasiness or uncertainty, so if we smoothed out the land scape concerning the matter, the rough patches and bumsp won't be so hard. It's easy to be accepted by someone when they are able to laugh at the things that you say, and your race is a part of you, so if they are able to talk freely about you and where you come from, then you're not putting them in a situation where they might feel uneasy. So that's my solution, and it probably isn't the best way to approach it, since I have only been exposed to so much racism, but I believe that it has potential. A world that learns to laugh doesn't have the time to hate, right? XD

It's not really a matter of free will you know, because if I saw 10 people in the tracks ahead of me, and I had the knowledge to change their fate, then it is with my free will that I allowed them to go forth. In both cases, I use my free will to decide which one of the parties gets to be dinner for the birds tonight. And hey, since I'm using my free will anyway, I might as well pick the lesser evil, right? Switch tracks and open the slaughter house on the one man. Then, as I am a superfluously poetic person, I would write a formal letter to the family of the man I just killed, explaining to them why I did what I did. See the basis of this question was:Would you rather murder 1 man or allow 10 to die? But both cases, is murder. Allowing the train car to go forward when I'm in full power to change it, makes me guilty of their deaths. Of course with the help of lawyers I can convince the court that I "didn't know how to operate the train" or that I "didn't see the men on the rails" and I could weasel my way out of the situation, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm still at fault for both instances. And hey, if I'm gonna get the big red stamp of man slaughter on my rep sheet anyway, I might as well make it as pretty as possible. Which, in this case, would be to avoid killing a dozen innocent people.

I didn't skip class too much in highschool, except for when we had a substitute teacher, because then it was just too easy. We'd just sign out to go to the bathroom, but when we signed out we would write in a sign-in time too, and we wouldn't take the bathroom pass. This way, there was no real proof that we left the class other than if the substitute teacher checked the attendance sheet and took attendance for the second time to see which of the listed students were not present. But that was a healthy bet to take considering the fact that no one really ever does that... ever. And hey, I was never caught in physics... or calc....But in college it's different, the game's too easy. I don't go to any of my Calc II lectures because they don't take attendance there, and my Comp Sci class is alien to me, because again, no attendance. I try not to fall behind, which is why I'm ever grateful to online text books ;]

I think that everything there is to singing focuses mainly on breathing and the use of the diaphragm. Pretty sure that most people agree with this. But, working too hard on your breathing, can some times cause inaccuracies. If you've got your entire concentration focused on getting a regular breathing pattern whens singing, your ability to moderate notes with your voice box can grow dull, leading to off tune singing, which everyone hates. But that's besides the point XDBreathing is, ultimately, important. If your throat hurts, it means you're stressing it too much for either the higher notes, or for the longer ones. Both of those require a high amount of tension to be created in your neck if you don't breathe right. And that's the key, really, if you've got a lung full of breathe coming out at anything above snail's pace, you should be fine. I know how you feel, I've sung a ton of Coheed and Cambria songs, and Claudio, the lead singer, takes some really really high pitches some times. Following that at the same rate at which the band performs the song, can touch upon the impossible if you're just relying on your throat to do the work. If you breathe in REALLY deep, and are able to exhale at a pretty strong pace, you'll be able to hit higher and longer notes without having to worry about your voice trembling under the pressure. Breathing is really important, and I learned that the hard way. ;]

I'm about to share with you some very, very, classified information. It's about how to get free pizza, every time. Here's what you do. You need a friend in on it. Here's what you do, you drive up to Pizzahut, with your friend waiting safely at home. Then, you get that friend to call Pizza hut and order lotsa' food. Now here's the fun part. You wait for the delivery guy to head on out, and you follow him around town. According to their routine, they usually have about 1 or 2 deliveries on the way before they get to your place, or else they'll directly take the right turns and head on over. Now when they get to the point where you're certain that they're heading to your home, you pull up in front of the guy and slow down. After a while, you stop the car and get out. You'd have to do this in an interior road, where the traffic can just drive by. Go up to the Pizza Guy's car and yell at him. Yep, yell at him about how he's been tailgating you the entire time and how you have heart problems and how he's a murderer because if you got too nervous out there, you could have died. Sure, this will be a bunch of drama, half of which the delivery guy won't buy. But here's the cream. You ask to speak to their manager, and claim that you don't have a phone. Once you're in possession of their phone, waste time. Speak to their manager about how this delivery guy almost killed you with his driving, about how you're going to sue the company for hiring unfit drivers, about how global warming is affecting the world today, about how your grandma Agnes has cramps when she poops, all that good stuff. Sure, the situation will be comical, ridiculous, and unnecessary. But spend an hour doing so. What happens now? Well your friend calls up the manager, complaining about how the Pizza is an hour late and how you think Domino's is so much better. Abra Kadabra, Pizza hut gives you your order for free in the fear of terrible customer review, and you get to talk about your imaginary Gramma Agnes to someone who doesn't care. Win win.

If I walked up to you and told you, Hey which car seat would you buy for your baby if you had a trillion dollars? That one that costs $50? Or this one, that's for free? Now without much thought, and under the assumption that you aren't clinically insane, we can safely say that you would chose the more expensive one. Why? Well because we naturally associate price with quality, without much thought and insight on what the product really is, and why the prices of two different products are different.In a capitalist market, that which has prettier clothes is assumed to be the better prostitute. That, of course, helps to explain why Gimp is so much less popular than Photoshop. This is why we think $60 shoes are cooler than $7 ones. We are born and brought up in a society where nothing is free, and there is no such thing as bargaining. I think that's the key. Because most of the first world is unable to directly bargain with a vendor, we can't understand how low the price of something can drop with just the right amount of persuasion. Back in India, when someone would sell us a clock for Rs. 300, we could talk them into dropping it almost half way down. The true value of products often surfaces when you are able to push prices lower, farther away from commercial standards and closer to the true worth of what is being sold. Here in America, or wherever it is that we're referring to, that choice may not be present to such an extent. And due to the otherwise dominant presence of a capitalist mind set, we judge and grade products more by their cost, and less by their performance. This, of course, applies mostly to software. We see an ad that says something is free, we have two alerts go off in our head. The first is that this is a hoax, and that nothing can truly be given away for free. The second is that this product is probably petty, not worth the effort, if it is being given away for no cost.

I can't hope to convince you that I empathize with you, because I don't, I have not been in your position before and am probably unable to imagine the extent of your sorrow. But, I can understand that you need help and your husband is a jerk for throwing you out into the cold like that. But stuff like this happens a lot to people around the world, and I am positive that you will get through it. Some things you can consider are going to your family for short term help. Move in with a friend until you can earn a good pay again. But again, my knowledge of your situation is scarce and I'm probably not helping much. I'd just like you to know that this is just a phase, this is rock bottom and you can't go lower, which means from here on in, you can only go up. Things WILL get better because they have to, that's how it always works. Just keep trying and never give up, because giving up is almost always not necessary. What do you get if you give up? There's a lot of happiness that is left to come, and you'd be missing out on it just because of a rough patch. That's what this is, it's just a rough patch, a road bump, nothing more. Do try to post here often debreb4, so we know that you're okay. Thanks.

TheDarkHacker, your english was fine, and yea I can understand why peaceful deaths are not only easier on you, but those around you who have to live with the knowledge of your passing away. I'll be honest, when I was a kid, this is a perfectly true story so bare with me, I used to pray that I died at the age of 128, in my sleep, with a drug-induced, painless death. Yep, that's an 11 year old kid who's mortified by the thought of death, praying that his will be ideal and fancy. But I think I've changed quite the bit after that, mostly because of how most teenagers change when they find out about rock music and play station 3...Now, if I were to pick a death, I'd say... um...It's a warm day, with clear skies, the weather is pleasant and there's a slight wind moving westward. I'm looking down from a plane, the door open and my gear on. Poof, I'm gone, having jumped out. I want to be falling from the highest point I possibly can, and facing down, at the approaching earth below me. It has to be thrilling, like an adrenaline rush, but it has to be awesome at the same time. A part of me wants music to be playing on my headset, some loud music, probably by Coheed & Cambria, maybe even Slipknot. But it has to wake me up, no sleeping. And I have to be able to take in and appreciate every second of the fall, which would last for only so long before the splat. Maybe that makes me an adrenaline jerky, but I just find that an amazing way to go out. And if that is illegal, which it most probably is, I'd go with another situation.I read a poem by Langston Hughes a few months back, it's called 'Suicide Note.' I always thought that was an amazing poem, and it's far too under appreciated in this turmoil of pseudo-poetry that's flooding our media. So, in the hope that my shocking death would bring about greater light on that poem, I'd leave that as my suicide note and jump into a freezing cold river. Yea.. that'd show em!And yes, I realize that both of my death situations are very childish and would cause severe shock to those around me. They aren't very realistic either, so if I had to really go with a way to die, sans all the jazz and make up, then I'd probably want to go out peacefully, from some painless disease, in my sleep, you know the old fashioned way. It can't be at a random time, it has to be expected, understood, and accepted. If I have kids, they should be grown, and able to cope with the loss. I guess I just don't want anyone traumatized or irreparably hurt from my passing. Wow, this topic is sad >>;

India is a very diverse country. Staying in any part of India will get you well exposed to at least 2 languages. The trick with me was that I was in a part of India that spoke Hindi and Gujurati, but my family spoke Malayalam (ethnically), so that's 3 languages already. Then in the Indian schooling system, I learned to speak and write English, which only improved once I moved to the States. And here, I learned fluent Spanish, and now I'm learning Japanese. Language is a cool little thing, especially when you learn them from different parts of the globe, as they tell you a lot about how the people there approach communication.

Here's what you do. You jack the nearest stereo, pop in some Frank Sinatra, preferably something like "Fly Me to the Moon," and walk up to him. With your most seductive voice, you tell him that you've been dreaming about him, and how he used to be. If you're having these dreams, it's most likely a phase. Dreams route from the subconscious, so it is obvious that you have been having underlying thoughts about this person, regretful or not. So, when you're in an imbalance and your mind has that bit of uncertainty captured within its confines, your true sentiments surface in your dreams. Often they are exaggerations, or else the Freudian complex in the lot of us would be a troubling thought to bare, but they exist and are very much real. I think the best way you can overcome this is by talking to the said person. That, or distract yourself from it entirely until it becomes obsolete, which works just fine when paired with hot fudge brownies, games, scary movies, parties, and pets. But some times, pardon my opinion, I think nostalgic dreams are fun to have.

The moral of the story is, that when you see a little girl crying in a park, helpless and alone, you turn around and run like the wind. Obviously.Though I have to admit something remarkably similar happened to me when I was a kid, 2nd grade to be precise. Some girl fell down the slide and her brothers, about 2 or 3 years older than me, beat me up ._. Okay so it wasn't awkward, but it still hurt!

I don't really use pick up lines for... picking up people. I find that they are real dandy when trying to break the ice between someone. But to do that, the pick up line has to be lame, which this thread is filled with so... *takes notes*My favorite would have to be, "Bond. James Bond." It's hardly even a pick up line, but I find it funny every time. Sit next to a girl and say it, she'll either laugh for quite the while, or be confused... then laugh for quite the while. I think pick up lines are like vintage cars. No one really expects the best gas efficiency from them, but they're fun to use just for the hell of it. I once had a friend of mine, at the first college party we went to, say "my lips are skittles, wanna' taste the rainbow?" Though the girl he directed that to just walked away, we laughed about it for long enough to be considered mentally ill. It was fun, and I think that's the point in these pick up lines, to have fun with them. Corny pick up lines ftw~

This book is amazing. I believe that you will love it. But if you want to beat the system, just go online and read the spark notes for it, then skim the book to pick up the minor details. This helps you retain the info faster, while getting the shenanigans done a lot faster. I'll be honest, I loved the movie. I won't ruin any part of it for you, but I believe that if you understand what's going on, and are aware of the underlying message that begins congealing between the lines. You can use other sites too, like BookRags, or CliffNotes. Those are just a few though.

Why not explore space? When we first came to this planet, from the Martian space pods that dropped us off, we thought the mountains were scary. High and filled so horribly with snow and frigid climates, feats like the Himalayas were the closest to impossibility that we strove to achieve. And now we're just increasing those limits. The thing about space, admittedly, is that it's a big step. Mountains and valleys, underwater and underground, it's all on our planet. But the second we step out into a black blanket of nothingness, we meet something that we have never really encountered before. Infinity. With space holding to it no known bounds, we're dealing with terribly large numbers here. We don't even know how to explain many of the oddities that it contains, and there is a high chance we could encounter paradoxes and conundrums in our exploration. But I think outer space is just another level in a game. Sure it's a lot harder than the previous ones, but one way or another, we'll conquer it to an extent. There is, of course, no way for us to hope to understand and satellite the entirety of it, because of which we would need to determine somewhere to stop. What I'm more concerned about, is the fact that space does not offer an end. As I mentioned before, it holds to itself no known limit, and because of that, we can keep exploring. With the Himalayas, we reach a peak and we are forced to stop. With the underwater world, we reach the sandy bottom and conclude that anything below it is not sea life. But what about space? Even if we manage to colonize and create sturdy scientific facilities through out our galaxy, we still have an infinite amount of data to gather, an innumerable amount of information to capture. This could grow dangerous, as one can see.Imagine one great find. For example, nuclear substitutes on Mercury, due to the increased ultra violet exposure. What do we have then? Oh, just a jackpot that we stumbled upon by mere luck. But what does that mean to a nation? Well that means that hey, over at that planet, we found something that will sustain us for the next decade with 1/4 the cost of fuel. Let's spend more of our money on research and development, so that maybe we can hit another oil mine and get rich again. But what happens to the country while it's financial leaders lead it towards the endlessness of the Space above? Well the country crumbles. Now sure, that's an exaggeration, but even at a lower level, when a multitude of countries make the same, small but imminent, mistake, the global state of things suffers. With that said, I think space exploration needs to constantly monitored by more then one governmental organization. It's funding needs to observe and respect ascertained caps that can decrease with the slightest negative flux in the nation's financial state. Also, all operations would need to be transparent. We don't want any corruption when it comes to large companies like this, and corruption is a major concern once we start opening up the market for Space Exploration to MNC's through out the globe. With profit in mind, companies of today can do just about anything, and that's not the kind of risk we are willing to take when it comes to sending billions of dollars out there into the nothingness. All in all, I think we still have a lot to learn and gather from our planet, but given the state of things and the rate at which our energy plans are drying old Mother Earth here, we might as well look for greater cost efficiency and natural resources outside of our home field.

Hindi GujuratiMalayalamEnglishSpanishJapaneseI'm taking a course in Japanese right now like TheDarkHacker, so no I'm not a pro, but I think I'll get there... some day. And boy do you learn to appreciate the alphabet when you learn a language that uses Hiragana (50ish characters?), Katakana (50ish characters for the same sounds), and Kanji (LOTS MORE, for ideas rather than words...) T_TKanji honestly scares me out of my wits.

Me and my girlfriend had been going out for for about 4 months when she tells me not to talk to some guy, because he was a jerk. It was pretty random and I didn't quite get it until finally, rumors began spreading that he was talking 'smack' behind my back. Which was cool I guess, a lot of people do that, but wary of him from what my girlfriend said, I confronted him about it. I'm not the type to shy away at things like that, party because I'm bold, party because I'm tall, partly because I'm crazy. He was quite underhanded about it, and wouldn't man up to what he had said until finally I said something like, "hey it's not alright to talk **** behind people's backs if you can't back it up." It was basically an open invitation for him to either punch me, or back down and admit that he was a dog with his tail between his feet. So yes, I was somewhat aggressive. I'm not the type to sit around and take insults from someone who lacks a backbone. This is when he says, "well it ain't alright to have a girlfriend that keeps textin' me saying she loves me and how she wishes she was single so she could be with me." Now I'm not a very metaphysical man, so I never really knew how it felt to have a broken heart. But I honestly felt it shatter in place when he said that. I don't act touchy, I don't read romance novels, I don't even believe in half of the flowery mumbo jumpo out there, but there was a gaping hole in me right when he said that. I walked away, trying pretty hard not to punch him (again, we are just teenagers, I don't claim to behave like a grown adult), and talked to my girlfriend. Lo and behold, she denied every such accusation as if the very thought of it was preposterous. I began gaining hope, because what she said made sense. The other guy was just trying to push a wedge between us, the other guy was lying, the other guy was this, the other guy was that. Then, because I so daringly disregard my emotions at times, I took a venture and said, "he gave me proof." Now if my girlfriend was telling the truth, her reaction would be something like "what proof? There's no way..." or something. But if she was guilty, then she was caught. And that's when she began her sentence with "I was really mad at you..." So no, I was wrong about that experience I felt when the guy told me about her. That wasn't heartbreak, this was. And I'm pretty sure of it. This all happened about 7.5 months ago, and I still think about it. I think it hurt more because I never talked to anyone about it. I just kept it to myself, because I'm supposed to be tough, but I'm not, and it kinda feels nice knowing that someone is reading this.

Want bad whining? Go on an online FPS game, buy their highest powered sniper rifle, attach a silencer, run around the map until you find a great hiding spot, and start practicing. Once you're good at it, start killing people as they run around. What happens? The entirety of the game whines that you are a hacker and insists that you should be kicked from the game with haste! Haste! [/rant]Don't you just hate the word 'whine'? It sounds so... whiny. I think that whining not only adds negative energy to the environment, but drains out a certain aspect of life in it. I can't remember the last time someone whined aloud about something and I didn't feel less enthusiastic about it afterwards. Surprisingly enough, I don't believe Americans whine much. With some of the laws around here, we should be running a 5 part choir with all of our whines. Every time someone whines, you should make a yo mama joke. Or a knock knock joke. Yea, that's it. That'll bring up the spirits! Or maybe they'll just whine about your joke... Yea on second thought, don't do that...

Hahaha. I read your entire post thinking that you were a guy. Took me a while, after looking at your username, to realize you weren't. LOL if you were a guy, that would be REALLY awkward XD But dude, talking about old ladies. This one time me and my spanish class went on a school trip to watch "La Casa de Bernarda Alba" at a theatre in New york. It was pretty cool, but before the show, we were allowed to run around town getting lunch and all. While crossing the street, I saw that there was a REALLY old lady at the sidewalk, waiting to cross. I went up to her, with the intention to ask her if she wanted help crossing and what does she do? She clings onto her purse and starts stepping away from me! O_O I mean common! Innocent little brown boy trying to get some brownie points by doing a good deed and you shut him down like that I had to stand next to her and wait, while the 'Walk' sign turned on again. Really awkward 20 seconds. Really awkward. I hope the stoner hasn't found you yet, though you're crazy for letting him find out which neighborhood you live in~