La libertad...

Me encuentro paseando tranquilamente por debajo de los árboles y las estrellas mientras la brisa tranquilamente acaricia mi pequeño y sereno rostro.Este día ha sido muy especial ya que hoy mas que nunca he podido comprender el significado de lo que es ser libre.Observaba detenidamente las verjas y las rejas que se encontraban a mi alrededor y simplemente meditaba en las personas que viven confinadas ya sea por razones legales o de maltrato y esclavitud. ¿ Quien podía impedir que yo saliera de allí? nadie.Mientras seguía caminando y adentrandome en la maleza en mi cabeza continuaba formulando preguntas que a cualquier persona la pondría a pensar ¿Que tan afortunado somos? Solo mira a tu alrededor y fuertemente abrazo el cielo con tus brazos,corre y salta en nombre de la libertad y si eso te parece ser tonto y estúpido entonces ponte en el lugar de las personas que carecen de esta a ver como te sentiras luego de esto.Mientras continuo mi pequeño paseo por el patio de mi casa tropiezo con la imagen de una pequeña casucha que a parecer aún sigue estando habitada por personas que actualmente no he tenido el placer de conocer pero parecen tener una historia interesante.Olvidare esa pequeña imagen ya que no viene al caso,continuare.El mundo esta lleno de personas malas y de personas buenas pero todos tenemos características de ambos lados aunque unos mas que otros,muchas de estas personas malas que no tienen corazón consumen su ego al hacer sufrir a otros privandoles de su libertad y de su felicidad.Esto no se escucha bien,para nada pero así es que me place describirlo y preguntarme a mi misma ¿Que esta haciendo el hombre para detener a estas personas? ¿A caso no esta haciendo nada para combatir este tipo de maltrato? Lamentablemente este tipo de situaciones ha perdido el interes del gobierno hace mucho a pesar de que las personas que sufren a escondidas y son maltratadas y encerradas injustamente tamnien tengan los mismos derechos que todos nosotros.Si yo pudiera hacer algo sobre esto sincermente lo haría.Quisiera que el mundo abriera los ojos y se diera cuenta de que ya nada es como antes.Los problemas sociales van de mal en peor y cada día se siguen multiplicando a cause de la maldad del hombre.Si bien dicen que los seres humanos solo usamos el 6% de nuestro cerebro,imagínense si utilizasemos el 100%.Tendriamos la capacidad de arreglar muchas de estas situaciones pero quizás sería un tanto espantoso ya que la persona que tiene malas intenciones tendría mas ideas y desarrollaría mejor su capacidad malefica e inteligencia para hacer mas daño todavía,al menos esa es mi opinión.Acabo de ver un sinúmero de insectos extraños y ya estoy desisitendo de la idea de continuar caminando hacia sabra Dios donde,por lo tanto regresare y me sentare en mi cama para poder organizar mi mente mejor y seguir procesando la información que continua llegando a ella.

Just being random...

Sometimes I wonder why I think to much.I think it is because I tend to over analyze things,wich is good in my opinion but I wish that my brain would have an off button,yes I wished it did.I never get tired of thinking I find it amusing but sometimes it gets on my nerves.Many times I keep my opinions up in my brain or I just write them up,wich is good.Somehow I wonder how would I be if I wasn't so analytic,I'm guessing that I would be the kind of person that it is always talking and never shuts up LOL.

Lo que pienso sobre la política...

A ver,hacen casi dos semanas que no escribo porque sinceramente no he tenido las ganas ni el tiempo para escribir.Ah,tremendo,estoy escribiendo en español.No acostumbro a escribir en español ya que detesto poner acentos;no se porque pero siempre he odiado los malditos acentos,pero ni modo no se puede hacer nada al respecto,ya que me gusta que se entienda lo que escribo.Esta semana ha sido un poco fuerte,en ese lugar tan horroroso pero a la misma vez divertido llamado escuela,ya que me gusta aprender,me dieron 5 proyectos y todavía es la hora que no los he terminado,pero creanme que no se me ha hecho nada de fácil,aun así tengo tiempo para vegetiar por lo tanto no tengo problemas con ello.En lo que va de semana he intentado formar una idea en mi pequeño cerebro de como seria el mundo sin política,raro no?! Algo que tambien capta mi atención es la idea de que en Puerto Rico ocurra un golpe de estado,y no estoy diciendo que vaya a haber uno,pero claro esta que en cualquier momento puede suceder hasta lo mas inesperado por lo tanto tampoco lo dudo.Entiendo que prácticamente la mayoría de los políticos son hombres ambiciosos,con ideas erróneas que tienen aspiraciones políticas con el fin de obtener poder y abusar de el para sus propios beneficios y necesidades sin importar las consecuencias y efectos que esto pueda tener en el pueblo.Siempre termina la clase media j*^!^@ ya que la mayoría de esta se compone de personas trabajadoras y luchadoras,pero para que trabajar y luchar tanto si al final el gobierno se queda con una gran parte de sus bienes.Esto es injusto no tan solo para las familias que componen esta clase social sino también para muchas agencias que cuentan con las donaciones y el apoyo de muchas de estas personas.Que saca el gobierno con eliminar miles de plazas de empleados públicos que injustamente terminarian en la calle;hay que ser menso para no tomar en cuenta las consecuencias de esta desastroza decisión.El gobierno trata combatir el crimen pero son ellos los que hacen que siga aumentando,que alguien me explique esta payasada por favor.Entiendo que todos sabemos que conlleva una mala decisión como esta por lo tanto no entrare en detalles,pero sí me gustaria terminar con la siguiente frase:

"La guerra es el arte de destruir los hombres, la política es el arte de engañarlos."

- D'Alembert

Violence...

So yeah,I haven't had time to write because of all of the school work that I have been doing but hopefully this semester is coming to an end (Thank you God!!!!).Lately there has been a lot of violence going on in Puerto Rico but there has been one case that has caught a lot of peoples attention.It's about this guy who got brutally murdered and later burned and dismembered.Apparently he was homosexual and the guy who killed him is an homofobic son of a *&^%@.I mean seriously did he had to do that?! Did he even though about how he would have felt is it would've happened to someone close to him?! This is very wrong and sad.I get that some people are afraid of homosexuals or think that it is a wrong thing but murder isn't going to solve anything,it's just going to make things worst.I am deeply saddened by this disturbing news and I hope that the victim's soul sleeps in eternal rest,but things like this can't go on.If violence keeps increasing all there will be left is middle aged and old people,there will be almost no teenagers or young adults left.So please stop the violence even if it's a only a 5%.Innocent people die everyday on the streets of not only Puerto Rico but other countries around the world.Violence is destroying our entire human race.It's in our hands to try to stop it from eating us and other human beings alive.It's like a pandemic infeccious disease,it's spreading really quick.Even children are vulnerable to becoming tomorrow's delinquents.This has to stop somehow.I cannot believe what I'm seeing today with my own eyes,it's just unveliebable.Parents killing their childrens and visceversa,domestic violence,child abuse,sexual explotation,little kids running wild with guns on their hands,etc.What will this world be in 10 years if things do not change?! You tell me.

"Be the change you want to see in the world."

- Ghandi

How could you? By: Jim Willis

This story makes make want to cry.Please read it and put yourself in that dog's place.How would you feel if that would've happened to you?!

How Could You?

By: Jim Willis

When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.

My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be.

I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.

She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.

May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

The End

Moonlight Ride...

So yeah,today my english teacher gave me a piece of paper with something written on it that seemed like a really long poem and I wanted to read it so bad,however minutes later the teacher started reading it in front of the whole class and we all taked turns reading the story.When I finished reading it I suddenly realized how important it is for us to evaluate the decisions that we have to make and it's possible consecuences before choosing anything because it is going to affect us in a negative or a possitive way and we have to choose what's best for us.Life is such a long path for lots of people but for others it is just a short ride.We should try to make the wisest decisions in life and study them so this can help us to be a better person each day.Remember we never know when we are going to leave this world.

Here is the poem;Enjoy:

Moonlight Ride

Jenny was so happy about the house they had found.
For once in her life 'twas on the right side of town.
She unpacked her things with such great ease.
As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze.

How wonderful it was to have her own room.
School would be starting, she'd have friends over soon.
There'd be sleep-overs, and parties; she was so happy
It's just the way she wanted her life to be.

On the first day of school, everything went great.
She made new friends and even got a date!
She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to be,
Because I just got a date with the star of the team!"

To be known in this school you had to have a clout,
And dating this guy would sure help her out.
There was only one problem stopping her fate.
Her parents had said she was too young to date.

"Well, I just won't tell them the entire truth.
They won't know the difference; what's there to lose?"
Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night.
Her parents frowned but said, "All right."

Excited, she got ready for the big event
But as she rushed around like she had no sense,
She began to feel guilty about all the lies,
But what's a pizza, a party, and a moonlight ride?


Well the pizza was good, and the party was great,
But the moonlight ride would have to wait.
For Jeff was half drunk by this time.
But he kissed her and said that he was just fine.

Then the room filled with smoke and Jeff took a puff.
Jenny couldn't believe he was smoking that stuff.
Now Jeff was ready to ride to the point
But only after he'd smoked another joint.

They jumped in the car for the moonlight ride,
Not thinking that he was too drunk to drive.
They finally made it to the point at last,
And Jeff started trying to make a pass.

A pass is not what Jenny wanted at all
(and by a pass, I don't mean playing football).
"Perhaps my parents were right....maybe I am too young.
Boy, how could I ever, ever be so dumb."

With all of her might, she pushed Jeff away:
"Please take me home, I don't want to stay."
Jeff cranked up the engine and floored the gas.
In a matter of seconds they were going too fast.

As Jeff drove on in a fit of wild anger,
Jenny knew that her life was in danger.
She begged and pleaded for him to slow down,
But he just got faster as they neared the town.

"Just let me get home! I'll confess that I lied.
I really went out for a moonlight ride."
Then all of a sudden, she saw a big flash.
"Oh God, Please help us! We're going to crash!"

She doesn't remember the force of impact.
Just that everything all of a sudden went black.
She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble,
And heard, "Call an ambulance! These kids are in trouble!"

Voices she heard...a few words at best.
But she knew there were two cars involved in the wreck.
Then wondered to herself if Jeff was all right,
And if the people in the other car were alive.

She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad.
"You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad."
These voices echoed inside her head,
As they gently told her that Jeff was dead.

They said "Jenny, we've done all we can do.
But it looks as if we'll lose you too."
"But the people in the other car!?" Jenny cried.
"We're sorry, Jenny, they also died."

Jenny prayed, "God, forgive me for what I've done
I only wanted to have just one night of fun."
"Tell those people's family, I've made their lives dim,
And wish I could return their families to them."

"Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I lied,
And that it's my fault so many have died.
Oh, nurse, won't you please tell them that for me?"
The nurse just stood there ~ she never agreed.

But took Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes
And a few moments later Jenny died.
A man asked the nurse, "Why didn't you do your best
To bid that girl her one last request?"

She looked at the man with eyes oh so sad.
"Because the people in the other car were her mom and dad."
This story is sad and unpleasant but true,
So young people take heed, it could have been you.

Just wanted to let people on this blog now that I opened a new blog for my poetry.You can check it out if you want too.Enjoy! :)

Do real friends exist?!...

So yeah,today I figured out that I wanted to get home,sit down and blog my ass off;The thing is that I just realized that I can't because I have to go out,ugh.I need to free myself from all of this negative vibes surrounding me and all of the things that are going through my mind right now and the best way to do that it's by blogging.Today I finally responded myself a question that has been running through my mind since God knows when.Do real friends really exist?! Well there is a pretty obvious answer for that question right there.Real friends do exist but they're extremely hard to find.Yes I knew thst but I was having some doubts about it and I guess that all that I was just trying to prove is that people change but I guess that some just don't change.Am I even making sense?! Of course I am.Right know I feel that someone replaced me but it has happened so many times that I just don't give a shit anymore.I didn't wish for this to happen but it just happened.What can I say?! What can I do about this?! I guess that the answer to that is nothing.I'm still hurt cause real best friends do not replace they're other real best friend for another best friend that just came into the picture.I had always said that three is a crowd and I will continue to say it because it is the truth.I would never wish harm to any of those people but what I really wish is that they can understand what they've done and put themselves in my shoes so the can feel how I fee right now.That's really all that I'm asking.

Be gratefull...

Two weeks ago I saw a video that broke my heart.It's about an african family of three children and their parents left them so they were used to living alone and the oldest wich was a girl took care of her two siblings.They were starving to death,until a group of missionaries came and saved them from their horrible condition.Sometimes we don't think about how hard our parents work to bring a piece of food to the table and if it just tastes bad we throw it away,but hey that's just how we humans are,but you know what?! I'm here to tell you that you can change your mind about all of this,just take a minute of your time and meditate about all the things that you have: Food,Water,Clothes,a House and many other things.I honestly feel horrible for what I've done many times,throwing food away and the not thinking about these children who eat rotten stuff from the floor and drink filthy water.I don't know about you,but I feel like if we don't change our way of thinking and acting,our future it's not going to be a nice one and our children are not going to learn those important values that society has forgotten to teach.I think that we should start by being gratefull for all of the privileges that we have and at the same time teach others about the good things in life that they have the opportunity to enjoy an sadly others don't.If you are seconds away of throwing food on the trash can because of it's taste,well then think again,unless you have some rare medical condition that doesn't let you eat that piece of food.If both of your parents are alive or at least you have someone who can take care of you,be gratefull for that because you don't know how many people are raised without their parents and if your parent of guardian lectures you listen carefully even if it's the same thing that you have heard a thousand times before because many people don't know what is like to have a lecture from their loved ones and that is one of the main reasons of the world's condition and state.I'll leave you with this video that I found.Please watch it carefully and record it's message on your mind and most importantly let others know about this sad a and current situation so they can take action.

Maniac Depressive Disorder...

So yeah,this last week was very hectic let me do the hectic word in bold...HECTIC...thank you.Now changing the subject,yesterday I saw this beautifull movie called gifted hands,a must see movie and yeah it made me cry like a little kid.That's the joy of watching these inspirational movies,but no really it is a wonderfull movie.I'm trying to keep up my grades at school wich is very difficult when I have so many things to do but let's not talk about my boring nerdy life,I feel like writing about something that has been calling my attention for many years.Bipolarity,wich means:

Bipolar disorder, also known as manic depressive disorder, manic depression or bipolar affective disorder, is a psychiatric diagnosisthat describes a category of mood disorders defined by the presence of one or more episodes of abnormally elevated mood clinically referred to as mania or, if milder, hypomania. Individuals who experience manic episodes also commonly experience depressive episodes or symptoms, ormixed episodes in which features of both mania and depression are present at the same time. These episodes are usually separated by periods of "normal" mood, but in some individuals, depression and mania may rapidly alternate, known as rapid cycling. Extreme manic episodes can sometimes lead to psychotic symptoms such as delusions and hallucinations. The disorder has been subdivided into bipolar I, bipolar II,cyclothymia, and other types, based on the nature and severity of mood episodes experienced; the range is often described as the bipolar spectrum.

Oh yeah thank God for wikipedia.Well as you may know this mental illness is very common in today's society.I personally know someone with this disorder and I would love to get to know as much as I can about this mental illness because I want to help that person and I want to try and do what's best for her and inspire other people to do the same with their friends and loved ones who also suffer from this disorder.This is a very serious illness and it has to be taken very seriously and trust me,do not provoke someone who is bipolar because it will cause you a lot of headaches.Do not,I repeat do not try it or even think about it.Today's society it's full of mental illnesses thanks to this globally crisis that is affecting every spot in the world and some other things depending the person.We should try and do our best to treat these people with respect and offer them the help they need because no one knows where they could end up if we do not offer them our help or treat them with respect.

There is no greater satisfaction...

Today I was watching the soloist.Man that movie did what no other movie could ever do to me,bring me to it's kness.What a beautifull movie.It's full of compasion and it proves that there is still people out there who actually still can extend a warm hand of friendship to others who really are in need of a true friend.I had to try really hard not to cry,but still that movie melted my heart.Everyone should watch that beautifull movie and learn from it.Most of today's young and spoiled people,including myself obviously,don't know what we have in our hands untill we loose it.We should learn to appreciate every breath and step that we take and treat everyone equally as if they were one of our own,even if they're homeless people living on the street.Always have that in mind.If a homeless guy comes up to you and ask's for money and you don't have any change on you in that especific moment or even if you do and you give him money you should also suggest them to start living a healthy life or to move on from their past and current injuries,emotionally speaking,tell them to have faith in themselves and that if they do,they can become a better a person and start living a new life.There is no greater satisfaction than that,trust me.Even if you accomplish a goal or something very personal,there is no greater satisfaction than to extend a hand to those who really need it.And never,ever,ever,ever judge a book by it's cover.

Bioculture...

Como demonios puede ser posible que a esta compañia llamada Bioculture le salga de los cojones querer construir un sitio en Puerto Rico para criar monos y luego enviarlos a diferentes partes del mundo para que se hagan experimentos con ellos? Que rayos es lo que esta pasando aquí? entiendo que hay muchos problemas sociales que tienen cierta prioridad pero que hay de estos pobres monos?! Este asunto lo han echado hacia un lado y nadie hace tres %$#@!.Gracias a Dios que un gran grupo de personas que se opone a esto pero no he visto ningun movimiento de parte de los politícos respecto a este asunto tan grave.Es que no explico como pueden existir personas tan desconsideradas.En vez de ponerse en el lugar de los monos.Para que rayos tenemos una camara de representantes y senadores entonces.Deberían de ponerse a trabajar y dejar de estar comiendo tanta mierda.Jamas en la vida se me ocurriria dejar que estos monos sean maltratados y que los maten sin primero intentar hacer algo al respecto.Estos asuntos me hierven la sangre.

Leyendas Urbanas...

Uy,ni que yo escibiendo un blog en español,imposible.Ya basta de tanta estupidez.Aún sigo sorprendida,pues en estos días me toco hacer un proyecto en powerpoint sobre las leyendas urbanas.Entre las que puse de ejemplo la famosa leyenda de la llorona.Me sorprendí al ver cuantas leyendas de esa mujer hay alrededor del mundo.En todos los países hay una bendita llorona.Si no es que ella mato a su madre y a su hijo y luego quemo la casa es que ahogo a su hijo en el río o se le murió de una mortal enfermedad.Todo esto me da un poco de gracia ya que lo encuentro un poco raro.Hasta donde tengo entendido esta leyenda se origino en Mexico y se dice que era una diosa de los indígenas llamada "Cihuacóatl" (tuve que buscar el nombre porque no me acordaba de tan extraño que es XD).En realidad todo este tema de las leyendas urabanas es muy interesante y he aprendido mucho sobre ello,si algún día se estan muriendo del aburrimiento google them,jaja.

Long,dark and scary road...

As I walk into the path of darkness,I can feel something getting in control of me as if I lost my own will and I can't get ahold of myself.It's this natural feeling of emptyness but I have everything and it doesn't even make sense.I'm becoming more senseless but at the same time it's overwhelming my soul with grieffness and despair.I have no strenght left.As I stand watching,all I can see further ahead it's a long,dark and scary road that leads to God knows where.I feel the need to walk on it even if it's on my bare feet and swollen anckles.Maybe that road will lead somewhere someday if I even finish walking on it alive.I can always count on my insticts but they won't get me that far.As for my state of mental satisfaction,I will keep walking untill the day that I can be in peace with my inner self and satisfy all my necessities wich will lead to my autorealization and it will be the start of my normal state of function.

Anorexic by Eavan Boland

Flesh is heretic.

My body is a witch.

I am burning it.

Yes I am torching

ber curves and paps and wiles.

They scorch in my self denials.

How she meshed my head

in the half-truths

of her fevers

till I renounced

milk and honey

and the taste of lunch.

I vomited

her hungers.

Now the bitch is burning.

I am starved and curveless.

I am skin and bone.

She has learned her lesson.

Thin as a rib

I turn in sleep.

My dreams probe

a claustrophobia

a sensuous enclosure.

How warm it was and wide

once by a warm drum,

once by the song of his breath

and in his sleeping side.

Only a little more,

only a few more days

sinless, foodless,

I will slip

back into him again

as if I had never been away.

Caged so

I will grow

angular and holy

past pain,

keeping his heart

such company

as will make me forget

in a small space

the fall

into forked dark,

into python needs

heaving to hips and breasts

and lips and heat

and sweat and fat and greed.

The legend of Deirdre

This is my favorite Irish legend...

Conchobhar mac Neasa and the Ulstermen were drinking one day at the house of a famous storyteller named Feidhlimidh. During the celebrations, an unborn baby cried out from the womb of Feidhlimidh’s wife. The woman later gave birth to a baby girl, named Deirdre, who it was foretold would cause great slaughter to many people. Because of this, the Ulstermen called for the child’s death. However, Conchobhar mac Neasa stepped forward and said that he would take the child to have her raised in a faraway place under the care of the nurse Leabharcham.

Deirdre grew up to be the most beautiful woman in Ireland. One day, as she watched her foster-father flay a calf in the snow, a raven came down to drink the blood. She remarked that the man of her dreams should have hair as black as the raven, cheeks as red as blood and skin as white as the snow. Leabharcham told her that there was indeed such a man, and he was Naoise, one of the Red Branch Knights.

Soon after that, Deirdre managed to meet Naoise, and threatened him with shame and derision if he refused to take her away. Naoise took his two brothers Aindle and Ardan and went with Deirdre to Scotland to escape the vengance of Conchobhar in Ireland. However, when the king of Scotland saw Deirdre and how beautiful she was, he became jealous of Naoise, and they were forced to flee to a lonely island.

Naoise and Deirdre loved each other, but the island was small and miserable. The Ulstermen eventually took pity on them and begged Conchobhar to allow them to return to Ireland. Conchobhar agreed, and sent three warriors to escort Deirdre and the brothers back to Ireland.

On their arrival at Eamhain Mhacha, however, the king had Naoise, Aindle and Ardan slain by mercenaries, and Deirdre taken captive. The three warriors who had escorted them from Scotland were furious at this, and ravaged the whole province before going to join Queen Meadhbh in Connaught.

Conchobhar forced Deirdre to live with him for a year, and at the end of the year he asked her who she hated most in the world. Deirdre answered Eoghan mac Durthacht, for it was Eoghan who had killed Naoise. With this Conchobhar announced that she was to now live with Eoghan and the next day she was forced to travel in a chariot with Conchobhar on one side and Eoghan on the other. Because of the situation she was in, the king mockingly remarked that she looked like a sheep between two rams.

At this, Deirdre, who could take no more, jumped out of the chariot and ran towards a rosk head first. She died instantly upon colliding with the rock and was buried in the same graveyard as Naoise.

Legend has it that a trees grew out of each of their graves and in time, the branches of the two trees intertwined, showing that even death could not kill their great love for one another.

http://www.theepochtimes.com/news/6-6-10/42751.html

Sweet whispers...

The night is cold and so is your heart.Can’t you see that you’re hurting me.Even if I screamed my lungs out you wouldn’t hear it because when you stopped loving me,you stopped listening to me.My soul is calling your name.I wonder where did I go wrong if I ever did.Your memories still haunt me to this day.I’d rather die before I wish to forget your sweet lips whispering in my ear.

No excuses…

So I haven’t written in a few days.I’m tired of writing the same excuse over and over again so I’m not even going to write about my busyness (If that’s even a word).Today sucked but I had the best weekend ever,I really did.So I’m kind of looking for something to write about but I’m literally falling asleep so this might take a while.Oh well nothing is coming out of my empty shell I mean mind.I don’t feel like going to school tomorrow ugh.Oh and I have shorter hair!!!!! Yay!!!!!!…How interesting,nevermind.Anyways my mind is telling me that I should go to sleep.Haha later.

 

Spicing things up...

Right now I'm really hungry so that means that this post it's not going to be a nice one.I almost died of a heart atack because my wireless mouse didn't wanted to work.I tried everything,I even changed the batteries,but guess what?! I had to push this little button wich is hidden under the usb.As soon as I did that it started to work again,I felt like pulling my hair really hard and I imagined myself ending up bald.Well I never expected that.At least it works now.Changing the subject,I've been listening to this electronica radio station that I found a couple of hours ago and I haven't got tired of it.Check it out! http://www.electricfm.com I love it! By the way everyone's always asking what's my favorite music genre and I always say that I listen to almost everything but the truth is that I have a thing for electronica,dance and techno music so there you have it hostigating people,now you know my favorite music genre.Changing the subject AGAIN I'm trying to guess why things keep getting worse in PR.Let's review: Is it our own fault or is it the goverment's fault.My point of view is that it goes both ways.We puertoricans (not all of them) are used to being lazy and we just want to live from the goverment and speaking of wich it's so corrupted that not even the most inteligent movie like burglar could ever steal the amount of money that the goverment has stoled during all of these years.This my friends it's called corruption and it is very wrong.While responsable and hard woking people are working their asses off to pay every damned bill these people (Not all of them because believe it or not there are people who still have dignity) are sitting in a chair doing nothing and stuffing all of the money right into their pockets.I hope that a giant cockroach makes a hole in all of their pockets.Ha! Let's see who haves the wholes in their pockets now you pathetic losers.I guessed I'm finished writing for now.

(LOL)

Long time no write...

Wow! Holy shit! It's been almost two months since my last post...jiji oh well let's just say that I've been busy,wich it's the truth.Now this last year of school it's starting to get on my last nerve.Every goddamn day I have a new fucking proyect or a test and it is really pissing me off because I don't even have time for my dog anymore.I get to my house turn on the computer and sometimes I fall asleep on my laptop.It's pretty much tiring and trying to balance sports life with school life it's not easy my friends.My ass hurts...a lot.There's a lot of things going on right now but I don't feel like giving details of each and every one them.For starters I joined my school's volleyball team and they practice three days in a row that's an OUCH! in capital letters.I found out who really deserves my friendship and who are my true friends.I know this is very random but I suddenly feel the urge to go to Wendy's,my bad people,as I was saying friends are like butterflies one second they got their asses sticked to a flower and the other they leave without you even noticing.Now that is what I call some real good ass philosophy.

(Yeah Right)

Dreams...

I wonder why some people abandon their dreams and goals just because they think that they can't pursue them.I'm sure that with a little extra push and perseverance from themselves they can accomplish them and maybe even more.If you ever think about giving up or stop trying to accomplish something well then think again,you never now when life might surprise you.It's like they say "There's always a light at the end of the tunnel"...let's just hope that it's not a train...LOL just kidding.And to anyone who reads this don't be a dumbass and go follow your dreams and goals wich by the way require lots potential and dedication but if you really propose that dream,goal or whatever it is to yourself your going to reach it.I can't help but to think about all of these people that maybe have the same dream or goal as you do and you have the opportunity to do it and they don't because they where not lucky enough to have the opportunities that you have but guess what...you are so smart that you're wasting them.Way to go smartass.I even have an idea for my next topic...awesome!! Oh well I just hope that this post encourages you to follow your dreams and don't even dare to give up.

Some boring day...

I think what I say and I say what I think.If it bothers you in any way I don't give a damn.I live in a free country and I can say whatever I want.Haha just clearing things up.Oh well I don't how I'm writing this It's been so long since I last blogged...actually yesterday but who cares I feel like writing my fingers off.Well today wasn't a fun day or anything I layed in my bed all day playing sims and then I went to watch tv.Wow now that's really interesting...actually no it's not...you see I have spent almost all of july in my room.So this was supposed to be a great summer vacation but it turned out to be a boring one.Oh well let's just hope that next summer vacation isn't as boring as this one.

Lonely...

Lately I've been spending a lot of time alone.I don't know why because I'm very sociable but I've been able to reconnect with my inner self and have lots of different question running through my mind.Questions wich haven't been answered and I don't think that I will never find the answer.I'm starting to get used to being lonely and that it's what preocupies me the most.I even go to the movies alone and I find it quite relaxing.I try not to fight it.I know that this is the start of a whole new lifestyle.

Silence...

I like silence.It makes me refresh my mind and my thoughts.Every time that there is silence there is peace and that peace can be really usefull when you are a stressfull person.Don't you just love going to the beach at night and hear what the ocean has to say.Of course this silence that I'm writing about is when no one it's talking.If you are in a place full of plants,trees and birds it gives you the chance to listen to them.Not many people have the time to sit down and listen to what mother nature has to say.

Can't reach it...

Have you ever felt like you want something and you try to reach but you just can't seem to get it.Time passes by and it seems that this something stays in the same place but you can't still reach it.I don't know if I'm making any sense but that's exactly how I feel about something.I don't want to be more specific.

Stealing is wrong...

Why should people steal from someone who has nothing just to satisfy a pleasure or it could be something else but the thing is that it's just not right and it is ilegal though.I have gone through many roberies and the police never find out who did it.What I'm trying to say is that stealing is wrong.They should cut peoples hands for doing that.

I wonder...

I wonder why some days not even a word comes out of me and others I feel like grabbing the first pencil I see and start writing.

Nonstop Thinking...

I'm really getting sick of this nonstop thinking.I'm always thinking.Why doesn't my mind have an off button or something.If a fly passes by I start thinking about that fly.I get distracted really easily and I hate it.I always look for the cat's fifth leg.I have to do less thinking and more writing speaking of wich I have been thinking about some great stories but they're still in the editing room in my mind.I will love to share them with the world.Fictional stories obviously.Oh well I'm going back to the thinking.

OMG...

I haven't blog since God knows when...haha I will be blogging soon! ;P

R.I.P. M.J. ♥

Recently MJ died I will remember him as the king of pop.I haved always loved him and his music.I was looking for the thriller lyrics because there is a part of that song that I like a lot.Enjoy!







Darkness Falls Across The Land
The Midnite Hour Is Close At Hand
Creatures Crawl In Search Of Blood
To Terrorize Your Neighbourhood
And Whosoever Shall Be Found
Without The Soul For Getting Down
Must Stand And Face The Hounds Of Hell
And Rot Inside A Corpses Shell
The Foulest Stench Is In The Air
The Funk Of Forty Thousand Years
And Grizzy Ghouls From Every Tomb
Are Closing In To Seal Your Doom
And Though You Fight To Stay Alive
Your Body Starts To Shiver
For No Mere Mortal Can Resist
The Evil Of The Thriller

Philosophy

Haha I was just thinking about something that I read on the internet a long time ago I find it akward but it said that it was philosophy: Gay guys are hot,bi guys are sexy and straight guys are mostly ugly.I think that was really funny but I like it.I like the way that philosophy has changed through time.Starting with old guys from Greece and all that stuff to just a simple person who maybe doesn't even like to read.It's weird but yeah it makes some kind of sense,doesn't it?!

Writing my thoughs...

I'm breaking down in tears and thinking how to put all of these words together.I just can't seem to get his image out of my head.I'm pretty sure there isn't one single cure for what I'm feeling right now.I've have been trying to run away from my feelings but sadly it just doesn't work that way.I want to be ready for the next step.I have bitten every single pillow that I have on my bed trying to deny this but that doesn't seem to work either.I keep on breathing because of him,even though he doesn't seem to care.I want to feel like he is actually listening to me even if he's not near me.Maybe I'm just one more person in his life.Why is it so hard for me to just accept the truth.Oh my God let's just get this over with.When I'm with him I feel like the world could end just at that moment but I don't mind because if it ends at that moment I will die next to him.It's like I have a new reason to believe in love again even if I don't want to.I'm pretty sure that I like the idea of waking up next you.I truly mean it.I long for the day that your arms will be around my waist and we will be just dancing the night away.Oops I guess I'm asking for too much.It could happen,who knows?! Or it will just fade away and become another lost dream of mine.I don't really know what is going to happen but I just feel like I want to scream it out loud so the world can hear me.Am I a fool? I don't think so.I'm just a crazy girl who likes to express herself in every posible way.I don't care if people think that I'm crazy for putting my eyes on a guy like him.Right know I think that he is the only living human who can possibly make me happy or not.But I am keeping myself positive and optimistic beacause I really want him.The point it's I maybe possibly falling for him.