The Mystery of Life

You know what grinds my gears?

2010-08-05T17:31:00.000-07:00

Today I was working on Standards. After a while, my eyes got tired and I needed to rest my vision, as well as my hands, arms, and back. I stood up, walked around, stretched, then I decided to go back to the computer, but I wasn't ready to work. And then there was "Facebook."

I start to look at the "updates," see what people have to say and/or what they are up to. Today was a breaking point, for me, on "Facebook." Do you know what GRINDS my gears? Do you know what BOTHERS me? I see the statuses of some people, some in English, some written in Spanish; their errors in their writing bothers/annoys/irritates me. Now, I am being very specific as to whose statuses bother me. I understand we live in an age where sending e-mails, text messages, etc. is part of every day life and those things bring about the slaughtering of Language. I get that. What bothers me about the people I am taking about (I will not say names), is the fact that they cannot take the time to write a complete sentence, or check what they wrote; whether it is correct, if it makes sense, etc. Those people have or are about to complete/completed a B.A. in English or Spanish.

You are supposed to be an educated human being and you cannot check if you spelled a word correctly. Do you know the difference between morning and mourning? If you're having a "mourning" swim with the kids instead of a MORNING swim... I may be a little worried. If you are talking about the "lack of something" or "non-existence" of something somewhere... in the Spanish Language you are speaking of the verb "haber" so If you say "no HAY" that comes from the verb "haber" not "no AHI,"

Do you know what I just realized, both of those examples come from people at SDSU. I am not necessarily blaming the school for their mistakes, but it is worth a try to check how well our students are doing.

This is just a rant. Call me condescending, call me an asshole. I don't care. THAT is how irritated I am.

Have a magical day!

Adieu.

How long does it take to make a decision?

2010-07-30T19:05:00.000-07:00

Last week I submitted a form to CSUN Housing asking to move in at an earlier date. Did I say I submitted it last week? But I digress, I e-mailed earlier this week to know if they received the form and when a decision was going to be made. I was told that a decision was to be made by today and that I was to receive an e-mail. After receiving no e-mail, I decided to call. I called and then was told "who told you we'd have a decision this early!??" Anyway, they said they would check. As they check, I am put on hold with the usual hold music. So, I am dancing away in my room for a couple of minutes while I wait for an answer, when they pick up to tell me that they'll have a decision made by next week.

How long does it take?

It is not like someone is living there anymore. *sighs*

Until next time,

Adieu!!!

Tumblr

2010-07-25T17:18:00.000-07:00

If someone is to blame here, it is Ms. Siera Eden Casey. I create a blog, and forget about it, she reminds me of it, so I start blogging again. Now, she goes and changes to tumblr, and I go see her new page, and just like her, I found it to be very appealing and there is something about it. But I want one now...
           Should I leave you Blogger?
                            Should I join Tumblr?
                                          What to do?

Who is to Blame?

2010-07-23T19:59:00.000-07:00

     Art in the Imperial Valley is not something seen everyday. Every opportunity to see a play, hear a band or a concert, an art show, should be taken advantage of, as it is not a common occurrence. It is as they say in Spanish, "Pasa cada venida de Obispo." That could translate to mean in English that such events happen once every million years.
     Today, an adaptation of William Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream, by "Irish," opened in Calexico at SDSU's Rodney Auditorium. A production by Wiseman Theatre Company, this modern adaptation is not the comedy Shakespeare envisioned over 400 years ago. This play introduces the character of Emma Bottom (Caroline Danesi), who is in love with Lawrence Flute (Menny Arellano). Sir Edward Bottom (Diego Castro), wants his daughter to marry Daniel Snout (Harvey Araujo), but Emma wants to marry Lawrence, while her friend, Helen Quince (Giovannie Pinedo), wants to marry Snout. Emma and Lawrence, like Hermia and Lysander, run away into the forest to profess their love and marry. Daniel follows them, with Helen tagging along. In the forest, Oberon, the Elf King (Tyler Burch), and Titania, the Fairy Queen (Vannessa Avendaño), quarrel, as Oberon wanted the "Royal Indian Child" (Jaihden Torres). Shortly after, Puck (Bela Robles), the mischievous being, carried out Oberon's plan to steal the Royal Indian Child from Titania, and to help the couples in their love affairs. This turned Sir Edward into an ass, who was loved by Titania and had both Lawrence and Daniel fighting for Helen. After Oberon took the Royal Indian Child from Titania, they profess their love for each other, Puck lifts the spell, and everyone lives happily ever after.
     It is difficult to begin to explain or analyze this attempt to recreate Shakespeare's comedy. When a Judicator from the Kennedy Center American College Theatre Festival comes to judge a play, he or she is told to give two positive comments, and two constructive comments to the actors and or the production. In this production, it is not easy to give such comments, but one can try. Let's begin with the positive. The fight or battle between Lawrence and Daniel's character in Act II Scene 1 was well blocked and brought one of the very few laughs of the night. On another matter, most of the costuming was well done. The fairy world seemed better costumed than that of the other characters. Moving into constructive criticism, projection is important. In any stage, whether there is a microphone or no microphone, an actor must project. Something else, tech rehearsals are there for a reason, use them well. Every production must have at least two tech rehearsals. One for lights, set, sound, such things are important and it is empirical to know that the sound will not break, that a light will not go out, etc. The other tech rehearsal is for costuming. One must make sure that costumes are working on stage and that nothing will tear or something will happen to the costumes on stage. There was a close accident tonight on costuming. BE CAREFUL.
     The play itself was poorly written. It was never clear who the main agent in the story was. Pieces of Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream were noticeable, but the story lacked strength in many parts. It is unclear whether it was the script, the acting, the directing, or what was the main reason behind what was seen on stage.
     This adaptation strips away all of Shakespeare's core plot. Characters like Duke Theseus, Egeus were just deleted. Here we see that the writer takes the story of Hermia, Helena, Lysander, and Demetrius, and just exchanges the names of the characters with that of the acting troupe to play in Duke Theseus' presence. Obviously, this is not your normal night of theatre. Shakespeare's work as well as the laughs were almost non-existent.

"Irish's" adaptation of A Midsummer Night's Dream is playing in the City of Calexico at SDSU IV Campus' Rodney Auditorium for one more night. Saturday, July 24th, 2010 at 5PM and 7PM. Run time 55 minutes.

I would like to make something clear, as an actor, as a student in Literature, and as a resident in the Imperial Valley. My review of this play is not a way of being condescending, or bashing art or any person in particular. I expect the BEST out of everyone. I was once an actor here, I am a local, but I always have striven for perfection, and just because this is a local production, done by a local production company, with residents of this valley, am I going to expect less of any of them. I expect to see a professional performance. A performance in which actors, and everyone in the production team gives it their best and are still not happy with their performance. I want to see a performance in which the actors get a standing ovation and I want to see it here.
Tonight's performance, wasn't horrible or bad, it just wasn't ready to be performed. We, as a community have to support local work, but not only should we support it, we should become involved. To those who are already involved, I bow to you. Keep working, always strive for excellence. and never be ashamed of your work.

A Midsummer Night's Dream

Pain, Frustrations, and a bit of K-12 Standards

2010-07-20T23:04:00.000-07:00

It has been a rough day. I worked all day today, which I enjoy immensely, but at the same time I am tired. I have started to notice that my left knee is also starting to give me pain. As a matter of fact, it is swollen as I am writing.
Today, my task was to type into a word document Writing Standards from 1st Grade through 12th grade from the State of California. Rewarding experience, but an eye opener. It was sad to see that some students, which I tutor, are struggling with certain concepts, concepts that were supposed to be learned and at least by Eighth grade, granted these are college students. I am not blaming the students, I am blaming our education system. These are students that were, technically, part of the "No Child Left Behind" bill, and yet they are struggling with 6th grade writing standards.
I find it funny they get frustrated because we are going through some of these concepts in class. The students label it as "kid stuff" or "garbage." Well, student! if you had applied yourself and learned these standards when you were supposed to, we wouldn't be having this argument now, would we? But I digress. Like I was saying it is not entirely the students fault. Some instructors point out that there are a select few number of students that fall through the cracks, but there are students that graduate high school that don't know many of these core standards.
I'm not asking for perfection, nor am I asking for someone to take the blame. I am just asking you to think about this for a while. We, in the educational field, are not all focusing on the same concerns, or have the same agenda. We should all focus on the student. It is the student who needs the help, it is the student who is struggling. Here is the frustration.

When I started going through these standards, I felt a little robbed of my education. I did not learn all that needed be learned while in the K-12 system, granted, I started school in the U.S. in 6th grade. Coming from Mexico, I had a lot of catching up to do, but I am here, an Imperial Valley College Graduate and a year away from finishing my Undergraduate work in English Literature and Theatre Arts. I may not be perfect, but at least I am aware of these problems. I try to address them and so should you.

Ask yourself these questions?

Do you know what a simple sentence is? What about a complex? What about a compound sentence? What about a compound-complex sentence? If you don't - that is something that was supposed to be learned in 6th grade.
I understand, also, that not every student out there is a student in English, but as a student, one writes reports, research papers, assessments, etc. In which the English Language Arts Standards are important.

I am using this venue as a way to vent. I'm still in pain, I'm a bit frustrated, but I am really saddened really. To see students that are struggling and really need the help, but a summer session is not really enough to help all.

I could keep writing, but I think I would get more frustrated...

Until next time.

Adieu.

Happy Birthday Disneyland!

2010-07-17T13:03:00.000-07:00

"In 1955 an Amazing Man, named Walt Disney, dreamt of the Magic Kingdom"
-- Julie Andrews

A day like today, but in 1955, Disneyland opened its doors for the first time. Today, the Happiest Place on Earth celebrates 55 years of magic, and there is no better way to celebrate this, than by remembering Walt Disney's immortalized words on Opening Day

"To All Who Come to this Happy Place, Welcome. Disneyland is your land. Here, age relives fond memories of the past, and here youth may savor the challenge and promise of the future. Disneyland is dedicated to the ideals, the dreams, and the hard facts that have created America. With the hope that it will be a source of Joy, and Inspiration to all the World."

Happy Birthday!

Two posts on a day!

2010-07-12T21:27:00.000-07:00

I am at Starbucks writing about writing. How bohemian of me. As I told some people over Facebook, I am a walking cliche.

I am writing because I need a mental break. A mental break from writing. Do you follow my reasoning? I am writing, to get a break from writing. In what twisted mind is that a break - MINE. Oh well.

For me, writing is a release. Although I am writing, the mental break I need is from writing a research paper for students. There is a difference in both writings. Each time someone writes, the person writing is writing with a purpose. The purpose behind the essay is to inform students about the research paper. This blog post is a release, a break from the academic jargon. A way to release energy and any thoughts that might be blocking me from continuing with the assignment and by this release of energy, the writing process can ensue and I can enlighten students with information about research paper.

Back to work!

Adieu

It's been a long time

2010-07-12T16:56:00.000-07:00

It has been a long time since I post anything here. I have been busy, well, let me rephrase, I haven't given me the time to write.

Today, as I revise an essay, as I sit here in my dining/living room, spending some "quality time" with my parents, I decided to give myself the time to write here.

I reminisce on a dinner I had with some friends some time ago in which someone was asked "what makes Eduardo [me] mad the most?" I didn't know how to answer the question, about me. I had to think about what makes me mad the most. A friend answered without hesitation that what infuriates, angers me, etc. is ignorance. I hadn't thought about that, but it is true.
Although I am a believer that Patience is a Virtue, I sometimes add to that saying that Patience is a Virtue, but I have no patience for stupidity. I may sound condescending or egotistical, so what if I am. This is who I am.

I don't know why I am writing this. Usually, when I write on a blog or journal or anything outside the academia, I write in stream of consciousness. I let it all out. Writing is my way of letting go, of opening up.

Let's just change subject.

My summer has been.... uneventful, and I am really looking forward to going back to school. Oh yeah, by the way, I am not a normal person, or as some would categorize me, I am not "average," in any extent of the word. Anyway. As I was saying, I am looking forward to going back to school. I am excited for the school year to come. It is my last year as an undergraduate at Cal State University, Northridg e, I am stage managing the opera for our Theatre Department, the Valley Performance Arts Center will open in the coming year, and we are doing "Cabaret," in which I hope to be part in, in any capacity.

Life is good.

Love me for what I am, Hate me for what I'm not.
God! I need a hair cut.

Wow...

2010-01-25T19:32:00.000-08:00

These past few weeks have been somewhat like a roller coaster. I've been on high days such as Disneyland days.. =D. I know I am a freak, and also days where I don't even want to get off bed. Today was a weird mix.

Little by little I am realizing into what mess I got into. Thirteen units of actual classes, Assistant Stage Manager for "The Waiting Room," for which I have a meeting with Rick tomorrow, I will be assisting in the Scene and Costume Shops giving the school 120 hours in the next couple of months, for a grade! Those hours do not count rehearsals... It's like having a part time job! I enjoy it, I don't complain. I love school, have no life... or as Jackie told me on Facebook this IS my life.

Speaking of my life in school looking like a part time job, I DON'T HAVE A JOB... and I need one! Hey! if you are looking to employ a guy like me! I'm available... I need a job badly... bills don't pay themselves you know... anyhow!

I went to Disneyland yesterday! It was a blast like always... It's the one thing that can always cheer me up and the only place I'm nice... BELIEVE IT OR NOT!

Today, call backs for TH 339 Improv took place. I made it in the class, which is cool I just need to work on my listening skills.

At the moment I have a MEAN migraine. I feel like Zeus before Athena sprung from his head, too bad Hephaestus isn't here to save the day.

Well, I've homework to do, and I am tired, restless. What a day!

Adieu

A New Year, a New beginning.

2010-01-12T21:16:00.001-08:00

I haven't written here in a while, I shall make an effort to write a little more.

This past semester at California State University Northridge was very trying. I faced quite a bit of stressed, and yet I did well overall. I kept my grades up, I even improved my G.P.A. (I really wasn't expecting that.) I made many friends and I can honestly say that I am part of the CSUN's Theatre Department family.

In fact, I have a whole new family. I like to call them my "Dysfunctional Family." This family is embodied by my fellow cast and crew members of CSUN's Production of Luigi Pirandello's "Six Characters in Search of an Author," directed by John D. Swain, Ph.D.

2009 was a very interesting year. I've met a lot of people, I've lost a lot of people. I've gained much knowledge and experienced a tad bit more. I am really looking forward to 2010 and what the future brings. I am also eager to begin a new semester at CSUN. I already have a plate full of stuff to do and school hasn't even started yet.

On another note. I am in the process of writing my first play. I've written ten minute plays and mini "stuff" for classes before, but this is the first one that I write on my own, not an assignment that is. It was inspired by Rick Mitchell's Final Examination for English 427 Drama from Ibsen to Present.

I'd like to dedicate this blog post to some of the people that left this world. Aandrea Reblynn, Geraldina Mendoza, Edgar Montejano, Rebequita and my faithful dog Morena!

May the coming year bring the best to all of us.

Adieu

My Last Week in the Valley

2009-08-18T21:26:00.000-07:00

As you can see from the title, this is my last week in the Imperial Valley before I move back up to Northridge to go back to school (Cal State Northridge). Many things have happened, I've started to pack, spent some time with the family. I've tried to enjoy my last few days of "freedom" before I am sucked back into college life and studying.

Friday was the "get-together" with the Triple C Threat at Fernando's house. My Friends Henry, Omar, Chris, Carrie, myself, and very soon Fernando will be leaving to college. Hot Dogs, Video Games, Looking at the stars and Singing Disney Songs, that sums up the night pretty much!

Playing Rock Band!

This past weekend I went to Mexicali, Mexico to visit family. It was my cousin Andres' birthday celebration. We had cake, it was fun. Happy Birthday Andres!

My Cousins at Grandma's Celebrating Andres' birthday!
From Left to Right: Amezari, Andrea, Andres, Susana and Marlen

Saturday The Chargers lost, BUMMER! But it is the pre-season and I know we will win! GO CHARGERS!

Yesterday I went to the movies and saw "District 9." I can honestly say it was a different film, nothing I was expecting. It is also the kind of film you have to see twice, not because you don't get it the first time, but to really appreciate every aspect of the film. I recommend it.

Anyway, continuing with my last week here, things are getting a little "weird" at home. The parents know that the day is almost near. I thought that by now things would have sinked in but, I will always be their baby!

The highlight of the week, so far, has been that I finally got my little nephew Diego on video. That little three year old devil sings, you can barely understand him but he is ADORABLE. I feel accomplished because I finally caught him. I edited the video, added captions and here's Diego's debut on the world wide web!

I hope you enjoyed reading and watching as much as I enjoyed writing.

P.S. I want to dedicate this blog post to my doggie! "Morena." She was a 13 year old German Shepherd whom was loved and will be greatly missed. She left us on Sunday, August 1st, 2009.

Until next time,

Adieu.

Happy Birthday!

2009-08-09T17:26:00.001-07:00

A day like today, but in 1969, The Haunted Mansion opened to public at the Disneyland Resort in New Orleans Square. To this day, this spooky place is the home of 999 ghosts, but there's room for a thousand. Any volunteers?
Phineas, Ezra, and Gus are still the hitchhiking ghosts waiting for a ride and the Grim Grinning Ghosts still come out to socialize!
As part of the Disney Magic and having scared me so much when I was 5, I want to wish the Haunted Mansion and its 999 residents a very Haunted and Spooky Birthday!

Any Volunteers?

Adaptation

2009-08-04T00:08:00.000-07:00

It has been a month since I last wrote on this blog. I've had quite a month. I went to Comic-Con 2009 and had the opportunity to see Tim Burton, Robert Zemeckis and Johnny Depp. It was quite an exciting stay at San Diego.
In three weeks I shall be back at Northridge to continue school. I will be audition for a play this semester (wish me luck) entitled "Six Characters in Search of an Author." In the mean time, I am continuing on my reading. Just finished Lewis Carroll's "Alice in Wonderland" to begin reading "Playwriting: How to Write for the Theater" by Bernard Grebanier. My plan is to write an adaptation of Carroll's work, not because a Burton's film is underway, but because from all adaptations for the stage of "Alice" most, if not all, lack much of Carroll's essence. I am still debating whether the play should be comedy, a bit more dramatic, or a Musical, any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.
In short, I am quite busy at the moment, trying to keep up with the reading and all the work I give myself. In three more weeks my summer is over and I start a new semester.

Until the next time,

adieu.

A Bad Dream Part Deux

2009-07-03T20:38:00.000-07:00

Some people have asked me to write about what that dream was about. I've decided to do so through a blog as we. Tell me what you think. Psychoanalyze me!

It was a long day, I drag my feet upstairs. Put some background music. My shoulders ache, my eyes are heavy. I lay on bed and cover my eyes. The sun is still out and the light comes in through the window. The music is drowning. Now it is only a noise. My eyes are heavier and now I am asleep. All is darkness. I don't know where I am at first. I am walking, nowhere, I can not see anything. I am just waking, or at least it feels like I am. A Shining light appears from nowhere and now I am outside my house. My mother is sitting on a chair, enjoying the weather, the wind is blowing. I can feel it.
I look down the road and three people are coming. I recognize them. It is Fernando, Henry and Omar. I feel relief. We all smile. I look down, now there is a white chair by my mother. My father arrives from work, we all see him. He gets out of the car and yells "Ask me How was my day?" There is Silence, the question sounded odd. It sounded Wrong.
He then yells "I SAID Ask Me How My Day Was?"
To which I reply "What is your Problem?" -- He looks me in the eye. I see him. I saw through him. He walks to my mother and stands there for a moment, in silence, expressionless. He says "I Lost -------." and drops to the floor on his knees, crying, pressing his face against the chair.
I do not know what he said. I know he lost something, but I do not know what. I could not hear it, could not make out what he had said, but I feel it.
My Chest felt Pain. I walk away, look up to the sky. I know what it was, I know it was bad news, but what? I ask God "Why?" with tears in my eyes. I look back, Omar is gone.
I see a Red Van, my Mother's. I walk up to the passenger's side and look into the van. I see my cousins, but as babies, all babies. I close my eyes. I hear water running. I was in the bathroom downstairs. I wash my face. I look up and my face is shaved, but not entirely, with certain spots.
The more I saw myself in the mirror, the less I looked like myself.
I said, "This can not be Happening." It is no longer a dream. I feel things. It feels real. I am not dreaming, or so it feels.
Suddenly, I am in the living room. The table is gone. There are two chairs by the television. Fernando and Henry are playing a video game. My parents are watching them. There is a mess everywhere. Papers everywhere. I ask my mother "What Happened?" She tells me "I emptied the cabinets."
I ask if she found a DVD box I have been looking for, for years. She says "NO."
I am disappointed. The pain in my chest gradually increases. I fall on the floor. I can see myself on the floor. Fernando, Henry and my parents stand around me, looking down. I have a blank stare. Everything is turning into darkness. There is nothing, darkness, emptiness.
I open my eyes. Nothing. NO music, just me lying in bed. It was just a dream.

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Now playing: Clint Mansell - Lux Aeterna
via iPod

A Bad Dream

2009-07-02T23:54:00.000-07:00

I haven't been sleeping lately, but today I decided to try and take a nap. A nap that turned into a bad dream. I don't recall exactly what happened or how the events unraveled, but the dream left me with a bad mood and pain. I don't know what the dream meant, if it was a look at how my life is at the moment or a premonition of what it is to come.

What would you make of it? I am a Disney person, so I remember "A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes," but what about a bad dream? What does it mean? Should I consult Freud and interpret my dream through psychoanalysis to come to the conclusion that I am crazy and I have some sort of fixation, or a complex?

The Mystery of Life continues, each day is a new page, a new story, awaiting to be written and discovered.

Good night.

Image obtained from the website of :

Colleen D. Gjefle - [http://www.gjefle-art.com/abuse/6.htm]

Back in the Game

2009-07-01T23:22:00.000-07:00

I hadn't p0sted anything in almost three years. Mainly because I'd forgotten about this account. Things haven't changed much since that post back in October 2006. I graduated from Imperial Valley College with Honors and I am now working on my Double Major in English Literature and Theatre Arts at California State University, Northridge.
I've been busy lately. I'm writing a research paper on Plagiarism for my students to have as a model. I am reading Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland, and also I will soon start reading Playwriting: How to Write for the Theater by Bernard Grebanier. I plan to write my own adaptation of Carroll's Piece to direct this coming Spring. I hope it all goes well.
Life overall has been, crappy, but like we say in theatre, "The Show Must Go On." And the show will go on.

For now, these are my only thoughts.

I'd like to dedicate this post to my Cousin, Edgar Omar Montejano Diaz (1989-2009) I hope you can one forgive me one day.

life is just ...

2006-10-08T22:04:00.000-07:00

Miserable... thats the word... miserable. My life is just... miserable. I don't know what to do or say. really. I mean... I may sound emo but... I don't care... My parents don't understand me... no... really they don't. I can't trust them or at least I don't feel that I have the freedom to trust them. I feel lonely, depressed, I just can't explain how many feelings at once I feel ( I know I may sound redundant but oh well!). In three days I will be 18... woohooo! ... I guess.. I don't feel 18, I feel older, I act older, etc., etc., etc. *laughs* I wish ... I've wished... that sometimes I'd have someone to talk to... to tell how I feel. I write... a lot... and that is how I express my feelings. But, sometimes, writting, doesn't help much at all. Sometimes, at night... when I feel BAD, DEPRESSED, LONELY, you name it.... writting is not enough and I need someone... Why do I feel like this? I ask myself...there's so much I have to say, but no one is there to hear me...

and the mystery of life continues...

2006-09-28T22:57:00.000-07:00

Life is a mystery has always been and will always be. Along those mysteries there's one that philosophers, great thinkers etc. have tried to answer but have never been able to... what is love? I thought I knew... but now... i don't... i don't know what love is... and I may never know... I don't know what love is but I know what heart break is... I sure do... Life is ironic though... My favorite number is 4 ... the girl I fell in love with... the girl I AM in love with was born the fourth day of the month... and she said no to me... four times... Ain't that Ironic?! Now, that I have asked myself what love is... how does it feel? ... how does it feel to know that someone loves you or appreciates you for what you are and is with you for what you are... how does it feel to have someone there for you when you need that person... HOW? all these questions are part of the mystery of life... and along with this comes this quote which i find to be wise...

"Love me for what I am, Hate me for what I am not!"

Life

2006-09-13T20:05:00.000-07:00

Life...
Life is just ironic...
And unfair sometimes...
Many things are going on right now...
I am getting sick and I hate it...
My family and I are not going through a good economic condition... and I wil have to give up my dream... I won't be able to go to the AMDA audition... I don't have the means of getting to the audition and I don't have the means of paying the application.
I'm used to this already... Life being unfair ... I just remind myself that Patience Is A Virtue... this is just part of the mystery of life...

ImPoSsIbLe LoVe

2006-09-11T00:37:00.000-07:00

Impossible Love

I fell in Love with a beautiful girl
The girl i had always dreamed of
A girl that to me was like a pearl.

This love was hidden
For I was afraid to ask her.
I felt it was forbidden

I dared to ask one day
I couldn't hide this feeling no more
I asked that if I may,
Be the man of the girl i adore.

'Not now' was her answer
as my heart was torn apart
those words had so much power
I had a bleeding heart.

I asked again, and again, and again,
And her answer did not change
All this was not ceasing the pain
Because those feelings wouldn't change.

After all the pain, I came to realize
That this Love is an impossible Love
I just realize
her heart is something i will never get hold of

Intro

2006-09-11T00:10:00.000-07:00

Hello!
My name is Eduardo but u can call me Lord. I like to write, and i write a looot. here, i'll post a lot of stuff...(thats wut this is for ain't it?) so wait for some writing... its comming!!!! lol.