Chad Writes Stuff

Love this album btw Its called, "Two Sisters" Lryics start out. "I'm in love with two sisters Only weapons can decide Whose bed I share tonight" Okay so not really. I just thought it was appropriate for this entry. I had the opportunity to meet Mischa and Leslie this weekend while auditioning for The X-Factor. It started at 6;30 in the morning on a cold Saturday in Los Angleles (If you can believe it ever gets cold here...it actually does). I was one of the last ones to get into the line for wristbands and tickets on this day. I was blessed to be next to Mischa and her sister. At first we didn't say much, but after we had been standing for a while it only made sense to begin talking to like minded crazies around us. In our group was Marvin, Gina, Deena, Mischa, her sister Leslie and me. We all somehow clicked. I can't really explain it but the energy was really good. I love it when you meet people and they aren't a drag. You act...

My Aunt Christina Shared this and I find it to be brilliantly inspiring. From Anne Thomas (I don't know her personally, this was just forwarded to me) in Sendai, Japan where she has lived for the past decade teaching English. Very moving!! Hello My Lovely Family and Friends, First I want to thank you so very much for your concern for me. I am very touched. I also wish to apologize for a generic message to you all. But it seems the best way at the moment to get my message to you. Things here in Sendai have been rather surreal. But I am very blessed to have wonderful friends who are helping me a lot. Since my shack is even more worthy of that name, I am now staying at a friend's home. We share supplies like water, food and a kerosene heater. We sleep lined up in one room, eat by candlelight, share stories. It is warm, friendly, and beautiful. During the day we help each other clean up the mess in our homes. People sit in their cars, looking at news on their navigation scree...

So many of you may know about my intention to try out of x-factor. If not, you are now in the know. I figured the reason nothing else seems to be working out is because this is the direction I am supposed to be going. I haven't nailed down a song yet but will by tomorrow night at the latest. I made a list of songs and would like to throw it out there and see what you guys think. If there is a song on this list that you don't see that you think I may be good at, drop me a line at twitter @chadbordes Songs are: Time and Again Aha Birthright Aha The winner takes it all Abba Amonia Ave Alan Parsons project Try Asher Book Be yourself Audioslave Fire and Rain James Taylor Call & Answer Bare Naked Ladies And so it goes Billy Joel Sorry seems to be Elton John Three Little birds Bob Marley Everything I own Bread Lost and all alone Bread Just the way you are Bruno Where angels fear to tread Bryan Adams I was only dreamin Bryan Adams Letting the cables sleep...

So I drove up to my aunt and uncles house last night to visit my mom. I am trying to be a good son and visit my mom every weekend or every other weekend as she goes through one of the biggest struggles in her life. She has been living with Don and Christina, who I like to call the angels of West Hills, for almost 10 years now. When my mom was first diagnosed with cancer, it was Christina who jumped in with both feet and began to research alternate treatments. Don was always busy driving them to the hospital for tests and staying over when mom would have an overnight visit. Both of them have been a complete and utter blessing in my moms life as well as mine. Today marks a special day in both of their lives as Don just turned 75. He moved here in 1977 and has been a strong part of the community ever since. He has seen the community grow and change over the decades and has remained humble through it all. Don and Christina have been married for 19 years today also, which is a...

From my awesome mom... I love you and you always seem to know when to send the best stuff... GOD LIVES UNDER THE BED I envy Kevin.. My brother, Kevin, thinks God lives under his bed. At least that's what I heard him say one night. He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped to listen,'Are you there, God?' he said. 'Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the bed...' I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room. Kevin's unique perspectives are often a source of amusement. But that night something else lingered long after the humor. I realized for the first time the very different world Kevin lives in. He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labor. Apart from his size (he's 6-foot-2), there are few ways in which he is an adult. He reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always will. He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is ...

As i breathe the stagnant air that the air conditioner pumps into my face I look out the window at the buildings and the sunshine. I think to myself, "I am not connected to this planet in any way at the moment" The seconds tick like bombs going off in my head Did I do something wrong? Why cant I see outside of this. My bubble is closed and I can't reach out I cant sing, I can't see Who am I and why am I here? I look at the other zombies around me all miserable in their own way Sucking down caffeine and nicotine to make it through the day. Who am I and why am I here? This is no life, but rather just an existence I am a zombie and go through the motions I can't vacation, and the routine is the same day in and day out I stare at my screen wondering who will call and complain next If they realize how insignificant their problem is in the grand scheme of things I wonder why they feel the need to yell What did I ever do to you... This life, this time isn't real I ...

For years I have tried to stay up with the trends. I've friended on facebook, followed on twitter, Blogged on blogger and uploaded to youtube. I have tried to maintain a level of technological presence and be as up to date as possible. I have put my feelings and thoughts out there for all to see, but after today, I disappear. I'm not going to disappear in the sense that I leave the planet or move or do something drastic, I am just exiting the social media scene. I was one of the biggest proponents of all of it from a marketing standpoint. You can reach hundreds, possibly even thousands of people because of all the connections you make. You never know who you are going to affect. One of the main reasons for my participation was because of the potential for networking and work. I am sad to report that my personal experiment failed. After two ++ years on the social media scene, I can't make any association between my interactions and the acquisition of work. Quite frank...

4.5 out of 5 stars I wasn't sure what I was getting into when I agreed to see Rango. I'll admit that I wanted to see it every since seeing the first preview. My friend Marshall was talking it up like crazy. The preview kind of hooked me, well that and the fact that I love Johnny Depp, wheter as an actor or just as a mere voiceover as he was in this movie. The other factor that was turning me slightly away was that there was no hint of a plot direction. Rango: So you want something to believe in? [ points at the "Sheriff" sign ] Rango: Believe in that there sign. For as long as it hangs there we've got hope. I think in life we go see movies without any knowledge of what the movie means or what it is about, other times the movie chooses us. Movie opens and we find out that Rango, which is not his real name, is not a hero but far from it. Although he has no clue who he is, the director makes us see that he wants a chance to be a hero and to leave ...