Babygirl's Grad

Yeah that's right I am posting up another hobby blog, but this one is special. It's special because it was my girl's graduation from high school, so I decided to call this Babygirl's Grad. So these pictures are of the her fambam, her, and myself. These people are the greatest folks I've ever met. Straight up G's haha. So let's get this thing going.


So right here it was pretty cool for us and embarrassing for her, cause she had a paparazzi crew there for her. It was me and her brother taking pictures of her and not to mention her crazy ass cousin Mikos. We place her on blast but she was quite embarrassed hahah.


See that foo is looking at her, like OMG!, but nigga stop drinking that HATERADE just cause you ain't got no photo crew backing you up.


So during this time, while we listened to the stupid people running them mouths about they gay ass boring speech and lame 1-0 you know...ahhh whackness. So anyways I took picture of the fam bam laying down the row, unfortunately that guy that's poking out his head, that's my girl's brother his name is Edgar and he's a really great guy...very friendly and fun to talk too. So yeah we got into a shoot out, but he was foolish to match against my D5k silly D300 I got fast frames home boy yeah. So the main two people on the left side the dude with the shades, that's her crazy ass cousin name Mikos, dude is one of the downest foos I've known. This guy he'll fuck you up if you get in his face, true story he almost beat down of the security guys that was acting all lame with me while taking photos haha. The lady next to him is the sweetest lady ever her name is Ramona, but I call her mona...straight up she is really down, more down that Mikos...haha cause shes from the Rancho...if you're mexican you know people from the rancho are down. But for reals she is really sweet and caring.


This was the shoot out, no dead eye right here, but it is not needed cause of my frames blasting away ahahaha.


So this shot looks all pro haha, it's after everyone got their diplomas frames, but before they got their diplomas cause they had to walk back and grab them hahaha.


So as we are waiting for my girl to come out from the field with her diploma, we got the I took this picture of my girls bro doing the funny face. hahah it's a classic, he'll probably kill me for posting it up.


Then once she came out we started taking pictures with her, this picture is her parents, both of them are really great individuals, her father is one of the most hardworking persons I've ever met. Great man and of course behind every man stand a great woman. Her mom is also very caring, for her prom subway screw me over from the night before, so when I came over she gave me some medicine and some food that would make me feel better and it would allow me to go with my baby and hit up that dance floor yo! Oh and before I wrap this caption up, she does some sick haircuts all modern and trendy too, not all old school like some hairstylist. So if you owe a salon and need someone who bust some sick cuts and is hardworking...she is your employee. And behind them is EDGAR!!!! haha they are a great family fo reals yo!


This is Edgar once again and his girl Dre. I wish I could write a lot more about them, but unfortunately I don't know them as well as I know Mikos, Mona, and my girl's parents. I guess cause of the distance of where they reside, but for reals they are both great people, really down to earth and fun to be with when I've hanged out with them.


This one is with Mona and Mikos, yes he looks friendly, but the dude like I said will mess you up. I like this photo of my baby girl haha.



So this is of me and my baby girl, I just don't like that I looked so stiff and shit, but I love the smile and how happy she looks in the picture :D.

Horrorwood (Downey Asylum)

So this is my new blog post in regards to showing my photographer side of me. Yes Photography is one of my hobbies, but not as big as I am on paintballing and tuning up my DA (Acura 90-93 Integra).

So about a few months back I went to the infamous Downey Asylum, but I didn't go into the area looking for ghost or haunted shit, cause in reality...it's not haunted. These building were the location of the old El Rancho Medical Rehab Center. In its operation era, this place served for many people who suffered from illnesses such as polio, and other type of disabilities. It also served for people who didn't have any type of medical coverage or for people who couldn't afford to see a doctor. There the patients would be treated for medical conditions such as the measles, mumps, chickenpox, and so on. It was also used as a place to keep crazy patients confined within some walls. There were also many patients who were treated for severe burns.

In modern times, these buildings now lay in ruins, where many explore to find the paranormal, but in most cases you end up picking a fight with a bum...or LA County Police will cuff your ass down and give you a big ass trespassing citation. Yes the buildings are patrol by them 24/7 especially on weekends. I do not recommend you to go in there just cause the only thing you will run into will be old documents with pictures of patients, raccoons, skunks, bums, empty blood sample tubes, and alot of asbestos. The only thing that is functional within these premises is the kitchen/cafeteria. Right there they produced the meals that patients eat in the new El Rancho Los Amigos Hospital across Imperial.

I only took theses pictures outside of the premises because I was being constantly monitor by LACPD since their station is literally like 700ft from main entrance of the asylum. I walked around outside the allowed area and they didn't seemed to mind as long as I didn't cross the gates.



So these are the front gates I was talking about lol:D



It's just a bigger photo of the two buildings that are between the main road that leads through most of the asylum. And as you can see they are sort of tagged up by local taggers of the area. This is also one of the main reasons why the area is heavily patrol.




This is an auditorium, next to the water tower, it is in ruins from the inside with only chairs and a large amount of fold in tables. The doors remain open, but I wouldn't be surprised if bodies of cats were found there on a daily basis.


It's another picture of the same building, but just to show how messed up the building is.


That's the door that reveals some of the content that's inside of the building.


This house is actually in the same structure as the asylum and the police station. I was pulled aside by LACPD at this point, so when they did the 40 questions and after I convinced him that I was a photographer out on a school project, I asked him for some background on this house. According to his knowledge, he said that this house was actually owned by a couple who were actually murdered back in 1984, the killer was found within the asylum's complex. Since they had no children the house was actually left to rot. Although if you walk up to the area this seems to be untrue, the grass and most of the outside lawn is kept clean. Although he stated that the county takes care of it and that LASD, LAPD, and LACPD SWAT Teams use this house as training grounds, as well as the asylum. He went on to say that if I was to venture in the asylum and take pictures I would be subject to arrest for trespassing onto state property and also I could suffer from health complications due to asbestos in some of the buildings. Then he said if I was to get permission from the court I could go in with an officer to take pictures, but it would be a very slim chance.


So in conclusion to this blog and post, I recommend that you do not go venture into these areas looking for the paranormal. As you will most likely go and encountered a pissed off officer or a bum high on some shit, and if you do go...take a small bat or a legal size knife for protection purposes.

I need your opinions on this matter.

So from my own political revolutionary/evolutionary stance, I am going aside from that and posting up this tune, I want all of you to tell me what you think about this. Please don't be shy and let me know your honest opinions.





I've been riding from the outside now that the outside is lonely,

There's a penalty for wisdom in this life, I wish somebody told me.

Before the notebooks were full of this, good things I would've been quiet and never had the nerve to complain.

But instead I am lead to believe that these songs will be perfect. If I stick to my instinct and stop being so nervous. It would be easy to go backwards and try to break the stairs and told somebody for wasting their wisdom of theirs.

I'm trying to build myself the perfect role model, but I have to work with are ash trays and beer bottles. All these strangers have infected these heart chambers, connecting majors and corruption with their culprits and their majors.

Replacing blood with poison, just to go out with a smile. So maybe you should just stop asking and relax for a while.

Let this be the example for my enemies to try and handle, cause the world has got me written and protected from being sampled.

Canned with this damaged expression on my face. Taken from the list of movers

So I guess I'll shake this place up and still be the one who finally straightens it out.

Hibernate in Norwalk and then we can soar down south.

There is nothing new that I am giving up that can be found again, and a sandbox full of coloring books it took all I had to say when.

Its too late to make fate stop and notice my bruises, but I promise myself that I would never mix drinking with excuses.

I come to learn that not even the most beautiful voice can persuade, a knife and a pair of eyes and ears to behave.

But my friends have the strength to lift me with their might and adding some common sense to some decisions when hitting me against the worlds of unemployed clowns and sheep.

The left over soldiers who refused to think deep.

I rather cut off my hands from spending and stop leaning and uprooting my tree from dying soil to finally start feeding on dead substance keeping awake, but not a alive.
And it's moving with the rat race, but not in stride to fly.

I was giving the answer when I was six tattoo on my left arm, but I can't reach truth that's only skin deep.


Crash into the shore, with a sarcastic approach to gravity.

Smashing all your eggshells, challenging anyone to battle me.

Cause I approach all my notes with quotes from fiction writers, who could've told my whole life story in 500 words of maybe one all nighter.

It's satisfying your appetite, feeding your brain new words.

For the disturbed worthless purpose is in keeping the lines blurred, but when your punch line is about to go and you story gets interesting, most people just find excuses that will keep them from discussing.

I'm blasting off mine while converging till the clouds collapse.

Hanging valuable miscourage past the point till my neck snaps, but tonight I've been given the chance to make it all clear.

Living from misfits dreams from the last 21 years.

We've been stucked in the foolish fashion cone, by the enemies we can't see

Living out our pop culture that causes our lost and griefs.

So believe when I say I've been wondering the interface, collecting artifacts to bring me back to man's grace.

Maybe the only thing that is suffering musically is my taste,

So maybe hard drums and crazy patterns are living with what I create, or maybe all the facts have changed and I have no reason to complain or maybe all the answers were burned in books and hidden in crates.

The Philosophy

To start off I will place my position. I think that the kids in UC's and CAL STATES are a bunch of stupid fucking individuals when it comes to immigration. Binding together with other ethnic groups to over come this problem is sadly...quite fucking moronic, excuse the language and I don't mean to offend those, but we don't need whites, asians, blacks, or any other ethnic group except hispanic. These kids are only learning the shit about Aztlan and the philosophy that the Brown Berets have left behind in the dust of what was once known as the Chicano Movement.

Also I do not give a fuck about Salvadorians, bolivians, argentinians, venezuelans, and cubans immigrants. Fuck you guys, stay in your god damn republics grow some balls and start a revolution. Now the reason I will always stand behind my "people" and hence there is parentheses because not everyone is my people.

MY People DEF: The common Mexican(s) who travels out to the United States to work in any type of labor excluding drug or crime related jobs in hopes of finding/providing a better future for their families, either in Mexico or in the United States. Also this excludes free loaders who come and have about thirty kids just to have welfare....I hope they strip you from that you fucking sluts.



The first reason is because about 80 years ago, many american corportations began to set up border town factories. These factories were worked by many mexicans that used to cross the border on a daily basis, just to make their ends meat. The working conditions were horrible and the salary they earned was close to nothing. But since their land had been raped of their natural resources and agriculture, they had no choice. The american railroads that were used to transport these stolen resources, laid within towns and country sides that had cause their inhabitants to move away by force. Thus, creating the great migration where these american border town factories gained their cheap labor work force. Then during the great depression when the white society needed jobs, the hard working mexican legalized residents were all deported.

After a few decades World War II sprung and the US sent out the majority of the male population into war. Hence leaving the need for workers and once again, the mexicans were there to work for the same conditions and shitty pay. Many might know it as the BRACERO PROGRAM. Now the thing is not all the workers received their pay like they were promised. Then during that same time we had the great zuit suit riots happen where the great white klan of U.S. enlisted men were hunting pachucos and mexican-americans, beating to inches of their life...shit even the police department was involved. And ever since then we as mexicans have had to fight for ourselves.

Yes their was once great heroes for civil rights. The Brown Berets were legendary and I admire SOME OF THEIR BELIEFS, but sadly the new age Brown Berets are all dead to me. I am not a believer of AZTLAN and the word CHICANO doesn't have a meaning to me no more. Why? Because the truth is...people only want to make money of their shit. If these were the old legendary brown berets they would resort to militant actions, just at as those who came before us. We Mexicans are from indigenous descent...warriors of truth, and we stood for what we believed in. Sadly my fellow mexican sisters and brothers are all about peace and being fucking pussies. This mentality set by the current hypes and trends, is whats fucking killing us as a whole. The mentality that of some of these mexican or "Chicanos" is quite pathetic and not even comparable to the mentality those were involved in the Chicano movement. Even the word Chicano lost its true foundational meaning. Some of these gangsters call themselves Chicanos, real shit, the Chicano was meant to become the most influential way of identifying ourselves, the offspring of illegal immigrants who ventured into this country. Now this word has poor taste and is quite pathetic. A Chicano is not a the meaning for a fucking paisa ball headed motherfucker to sell drugs, shoot their own people and continue to corrupt their own community. You are the fucking lethargic devil that dwells in our community, and these type of people will be one of my few enemies.

Aztlan is nothing to me as well...Aztlan has been thrown around as the perfect world for all chicanos. Real shit Aztlan can never be unless we as mexicans can rise up to our expectations and make Aztlan become a place of reality and not of science fiction. Hence we shouldn't shoot for the sky if we can even make it to door knob. The same reason why we can't make it to the door knob, is because we shoot to low and we're easily scared by the possibility of racist acts against us by those who are sworn to protect us. The fact is that if we continue to become conformist with the way things are, we will never change society. Yes, I don't believe that peaceful protest and writing letters to the lethargic politicians are the perfect techniques to change what happenings to our people.

We need to show the strength of our community and the fact that we are determined to bring something that will benefit us as a whole in order for the chance to live in this great country. Mexicans or Mexican needs to stop being the word that flies out of an ignorant white or any other fucking ethnic group's mouth. Even if its a fucking zerote that commits a crime, the god damn white bitch that's interview on the news will say "It was a mexican" NO!!!! WRONG YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!!! FUCK YOU AMERICA!!!! MY PEOPLE ARE NOT THE MAJORITY CAUSE FOR YOU TO FINISH YOUR SENTENCE!!!!! Even where my people don't exist in a majority, where the cubans and puerto pigs roam, they are referred to as mexicans. FUCK THOSE CUBAN COMMUNIST PUSSY ASS PUTOS.

Also the need of feeling that we need other ethnic groups in the mix to help us prevent laws of anti immigration, is quite fucking stupid.....OPEN YOUR FUCKING MIND THEY ARE ONLY TARGETING HISPANICS....I DONT SEE EUROPEANS, ASIANS, CANADIANS, MIDDLE EASTERNS, INDIANS, ETC.....

It's only fair that the United States pays for what it has done to latin america and especially what it has done to Mexico.

Oh and before you begin arguing about drugs and shit flowing from LATIN AMERICA AND MEXICO....the only reason is because you motherfuckers are the largest consuming country in drugs.....so shut the fuck up. THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING TERRORISM AND COMMUNIST REGIMES THROUGHOUT LATIN AMERICA AND MEXICO I HOPE YOU GET YOUR REBATE AND THEY FUCKING KILL YOU ON YOUR TRIP DOWN THERE.

one last thing.

RISE RISE UNTIL LAMBS BECOME LIONS

The Revolutionary Vol. 1

As I stood setting up my work uniform, for another day in the same place. I stood there without movement as if time was standing still, with my uniform shirt in my hand. It was a cold day and the sunlight was leaking through the cracks in my blinds. I was staring at the tag of my work shirt, reading it I notice that it said "Having fun at work, while being the best." It sadden me to realize that the slogan on that shirt had no longer a meaning, it had been morphed in the last six months. The work place had changed completely, it wasn't the happy place that me and many of my workers use to come to work to. Where we would be able to attract our customer, with our happy mood and well enough staffed floors and the general manager that always seemed happy with out showing us the stress in his life.

In the recent months many things have changed, there has been a depressing mood haunting the store, like a rapist stalks its prey in a dark alley where the fiends hang out. There is a new motivated tactic that has never been revealed till now in the Portable Electronics department. It seems that the highest seller/kissass/"productive" is the one who gains the most hours in the part timers, as if they were on commission. Many of them that it is based on to stay busy, doing things that might not even be necessary, such as down stocking product that is over fill because the majority of times that is all they have, which ends up killing the variety in products for the customers.

The new general manager is very aggressive, but yet the PNL is suffering the most, this store hasnt been able to hit their revenue target for various months, causing them not to get any of their bonuses, also known as Blue Crew Bucks. Which that adds on to the demoralization of the employees in the store especially the part timers who do not get that many hours. The General Manager doesn't help out in storing the morale of its employees. He became the eagle in the first encounter with everyone and then became the vulture attacking everyone behind their back, starting to cut their hours for how he perceives them. It was a surprised that one of his targets manage to prove him wrong in the Mystery Shops, by scoring 100% in them, which of course made a whole new impression on them, the district, and corporate. I wonder how he would feel that if he was told how they aimed for him to weed him out and how they cut his hours because they didnt think much of him as a worker. I spoke with him various times, it's sad that during this time, he wasnt able to afford to make ends meet on the necessities in his life, such as covering his medication for his hypertension or his diabetes.

Then there is also the current man in Digital Imaging that works two jobs to make ends meet. His schedule doesn't allow him to recover his exhaustion by sleeping, they've screwed him over by scheduling this other employee who has been claimed as the worst supervisor in that department. They schedule him in his preference over the one who needs the right shifts to allow him to rest. There has also been a young man in mobile, who has become a target of the General Manager, this young man has been the top leader in his group when their supervisor had to leave due to her pregnancy for a week. During that week he carried the weight on his shoulder, keeping the department at a top level position in the district. This young man has spoken back in response to the comments made of him by the GM and currently still comes to work everyday dealing with all the static he recieves, and still manages to fight off the pack of vultures.

The general manager has become a tyrant in the words of many. He commands his employees like if they were dogs and if they don't respond to his command then he perceives, to scream and yell at them adding to the demoralization, stress, pressure, and the feeling of hating to come to work. These are not things that are going to be prevented for they have already started to happen. In this wake of events I look at this tag and wondered that if we as the employees don't speak up against this abuse will we ever give a meaning to the slogan "Having fun at work, while being the best."

10 Signs You Should Leave

Well it's been awhile since I last posted up on my blog, there has been a lot of things that have happened, but where to begin. The Black Dahlia Murder release their new album this month. Its fucking doubt....Converge is about to release their new album "Axe To Fall" coming out October 20, 2009 so yeah that's going to be dope, especially when I go see them on November 20, 2009 in LA along with the lame ass band of Dethklok ahhh fuck those gorillaz wanna be faggots. LOL

Any ways I am still in the whack ass place working....with very little hours and its cool I guess cause I started school already and that gives me more time to focus in my studies, so yeah.... I am currently working and attending classes to get my Bounty Hunting license. I mean "Recovery Agent" lol....go all Boba Fett on your asses you fucking bail hoppers.

School is pretty cool I am currently just crusin through it, still taking more knowledge into my brain and still keeping the revolutionary process going. Still open minded to everything else. Yes still waiting to see whats up with the whole 2012 bullshit.... I doubt that shit will end the world. Just another Y2K shit, all though this time I wont be able to free load on electronics for a cheap price lol.... hahaha yeah well yeah I hope you guys or Don who read my blog have been well I hope you guys have been having a great time and continue to do so, so yeah

peace out bitches.

I am weighing me down

These are some pics I took, at the beach, backyard, and downtown LA, let me know whats up?