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It is that time of the year again. Can you feel it?

It is the time where all the drama of life is in full swing. Where the bitches will be bitchy, the lies will get bigger; the flings of the year will blossom, only to head to hell when they end. Where we will all stress out over things that we shouldn’t have to worry about, yet we do. Where we will get drunk, high, sober, and grounded only to do it again. Friends reunite after a long hiatus, only to act like nothing happened. Rivalries rekindle like there was no time in between. It is time where we all become procrastinators (except Andy E.). Add the fact that we will, all regain OCD, ADD, ADHD, TBD (As Ellen D. said, Too Busy Disorder), EBCFD (eating bad cafeteria food disorder), and every other disorder you can think of.

That is correct, folks, school is back. Our 10 weeks of not doing anything has come to an end. Thousands of paths nationwide are going to intersect again. Ten months will fly like days. We will get back to waking up at 6 in the morning. We will get back to being used to the two things that are less reliable than Myspace: The MTA and Our School (King, Molloy, Prep, Richmond Hill, Edison, or any other school nation wide).

WE will form new friendships while keeping the old ones for the sole reason that we have to. WE will pay a dollar for an oversized cookie because it tastes good. We would get French fries that are $1.50 because it fills us up while being the cheapest thing on the menu.

We will pick fights and hook up. We join after school clubs, only to bitch about people in other after school clubs. We will hate the place, but love the people. OR, in a rare case, we will love the place, but hate the people. Or, in a not so rare case, you can just hate just about everyone and everything about yours school.

So I guess this is a goodbye to summer. We say goodbye to the hot days and warm nights. The late nights with friends. The clubbing on a weekly basis. The learning of lessons that you can never learn in a classroom. The fact that you didn’t have to worry about getting scolded for writing sentence fragments (like this blog, for instance).

So here is what I want you all to do. This weekend is Labor Day weekend. Raise some hell for these last 3-4 days. Drink, party, and have some fun. Enjoy it.

Tuesday, relax. You should have nothing on your mind. Let everything just settle on its own. Enjoy the last night.

Because come Wednesday, we are back. Raise some hell this year. Do things that you would not do otherwise. Join ceramics club with me, and have some fun. Or join something that would be different.

We got 2 years left. That is probably why we are all somewhat happy to go back to school. 2 years left of the time where all the drama of life is in full swing. Where the bitches will be bitchy, the lies will get bigger; the flings of the year will blossom, only to head to hell when they end. Where we will all stress out over things that we shouldn’t have to worry about, yet we do. Where we will get drunk, high, sober, and grounded only to do it again. Friends reunite after a long hiatus, only to act like nothing happened. Rivalries rekindle like there was no time in between. Where we all become procrastinators (except Andy E.). Add the fact that we will, all regain OCD, ADD, ADHD, TBD (As Ellen D. said, Too Busy Disorder), EBCFD (eating bad cafeteria food disorder), and every other disorder you can think of.

So now, lets all get our choice of alcohol, or if you don’t drink, Snapple (like me. Damn, I am addicted to Snapple). Raise it high because this is a toast. To the summer of 2006. Its candle will burn out long before its legend ever will.

One more thing: I don’t have all the answers. But I do have MY TWO CENTS.

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So here is a situation for you guys to think of. You are home after a night out. It was fun, but it was nothing compared to the time you had a few weeks ago. You have nothing to do because school doesn’t start for a few more weeks. IT is late, but you still can’t get the images out of your head of the time you had when you were at summer camp.

See, you met some of the greatest people God put on this Earth. You had fun with this kliq (clique), stayed out late partying, had your “spot” to call your own, and basically spent the best part of a week with them. You created some of those “moments” that I talked about last time. You know, those moments that will last a lifetime.

You had such a good time that you said you would keep in touch with them. This usually happens on the last night of camp. You exchange email addresses, phone numbers, some hugs, and a kiss goodbye if you met someone you had feelings for. You have one last memory with your kliq (clique).

SO now you are back in your room, after a night out, reminiscing about the times that you had. You talk to them when you can. You say stuff like “I miss all of you” and “we have to meet up sometime when we get older.” You have every intention of doing this. The only problem is that you are spread out of the country. From Cali to Chi-town, the Big Apple to Seattle, and from the state where everything is bigger to the state where everyone gets lei’d, you all have gone back home.

Not just that, you have also gone back to your normal lives. Your friends, family, ‘hood, work (if you have a job), and everything else that makes home “home” is back. However, you feel like you are missing something. You would give anything to have just one last night with your kliq (clique). One last chance for partying, hanging out, going to your “spot,” bonding, doing things that you will never do again…

You would give anything for that one last chance of making one last “moment.”

So where does this leave us? I mean we all go through this. All the love, hate, joy, sorrow, anger, calmness, urges, despair, and every other emotion you can think of. Yet’ we can’t do anything about it. Not now, anyways. We can try to talk to them. It’s probably easier with the technological revolution going on, but that can only do so much. You can only send so many emails, text messages, IMs, phone calls, etc.

Then you realize that all that is left is moments. The times that made you feel on top of the world. They have all faded away. Hope is gone.

You grew up. You changed from when you first started this endeavor. You realized that, in the middle of your roller coaster of emotions, life goes on…

At this point, we do the only thing that we can do.

We let go. As painful as it is, we have no choice. It just happens. We move on. We wake up the next day to go back to our lives. The memories become moments. The moments become a part of our legacy. Gone, but not forgotten.

When all you got to keep is strong, move along; move along like I know you do. And even when your hope is gone, move along; move along just to make it through (all American rejects)

A few months pass. And you are with your friends. You guys aren’t doing much; just listening to the radio. All of a sudden, a song comes on. To everyone else, it is just another song that is probably been played on z100 a few times. However, it has a special meaning for you.

It brings back the memories. The moments, the fun, the joy, the pain, the sorrow… IT does so; just for a moment. Then that gets replaced by something else. It gets replaced by the knowledge of friendship. The facts that you have something that you know a group of people can look back on and share a common knowledge. You have a common joy. Most importantly, you share common feeling that, for one moment, you were on top of the world.

A smile goes on your face. Then something happens. Your friend asks you something. Reality comes back. And the memory fades away…

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Kelly Clarkson said that people would wait a lifetime for a moment “like this.” We would wait for that one moment in time that you feel on top of the world. Whether it is with friends, family, complete strangers, or the ones that you love, it would be so special that you will never forget it for the rest of your life.

So what happens when this moment ends? I mean let’s face it. Moments do no last a lifetime. We are lucky if they can even last for more than a day. So what happens after the moments that we have waited for pass?

Before I answer that question, here is some background information. First of all, there is no definite answer as to how many defining moments we will have in a lifetime. Special moments are like energy. They can not be created. They can not be destroyed. They just happen. If you try to force a moment, it would not mean much. At the same time, if you wait for it without doing anything, the moment will pass without you. The trick is to jump at the moment when the proverbial window opens. Especially since we don’t know how many chances we will have to get these moments.

Second, special moments can be described like this. They are nothing more than a moment that has one common factor. They all have you feeling that for a moment in time, you are on top of the world.

So now that we know what our defining moments are, and how we have no clue as to how many chances we will have to experience them, we can answer the original question. What happens when our defining moments end?

The answer to that is pretty simple. Even before our current moment ends, we are working on the next one.

No, I did not just contradict myself. There are two explanations of mine.

First, God (whatever he may be) has a plan for all of us to do. We just have to find it for ourselves. And while we are finding out this master plan, we are also living out are lives.

Second, we are always thinking ahead. We are already planning our next moment. If we are on vacation, we are planning what we will do when we get back home. If we are in high school, we are planning what we are going to do in college. If we are in college, we are planning what we will do for the rest of our lives. While we are living the current moments, we are already planning for the next one.

So then what does this all mean? We all live life for the moments. Why do I say that? Because Life is nothing more than a bunch of defining moments strung together by what we do to reach them.

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Tune in next week for part two of After the Moment. What happens when you don’t want your moment to end?

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So here is tonight’s topic. “Final Words, part 1”

Why do we not always tell people things that we want to say? We keep thing in us that goes to our graves. Or we keep stuff inside us thinking that we would get a chance to tell them later. Not realizing that our time on this earth is finite. We don’t know when we are going.

Don’t lie. Everyone has something that they want to tell someone else. Shit, there is that bulletin that that goes around about once every 3 months.

But what happens? Something happens that we can’t control. They could go away; you could go away, or worse…

So this leads to my question. Why can’t we tell people what we really think? And I don’t mean political correctness or saving face (which we still have to do at times). I mean the things that we want to tell people, but just can’t. Like “I love you” or “You’re okay.” Like Timmy Turner said, “if I don’t see my dad again, tell him… He’s weird” Telling people how much people really mean to each other.

Is it human nature? Is it our minds telling us that we would have time to tell them later? IS it our assumption that there would be a later?

Is it our minds trying to “protect” us from what could happen if they found out what we wanted to say? Is it as simple as we really just don’t want to know what will happen if we tell them?

Maybe it is the fact that a lot of the things that we want to say would not be said unless we take a big risk in saying it. How many times have we said to ourselves that we want something form someone, only to not tell the person who we want it from what we want to say?

How many moments in time have we looked back and said, “I wish I told him/her how I felt” or “Why couldn’t I just say goodbye” or even “I wish I could just tell them one more thing.” If you ask my two cent’s, then I would say that we have way too many moments like this.

And this isn’t just about Love as in Spouses. I mean everyone. Friends and family; he people who you care about the most.

Most people would keep in inside them until they die. Some would keep it buried in their graves. Some would write notes/memoirs telling what they wanted to say.

No matter what, it ends up the same way. WITH REGRET

One more thing. I don't have all the answers. But i do have my two cents.

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A little about me. 16/m/nyc.

My music style is diverse. however, z100 is the best radio station in the nation.

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every thursday, i will post a new blog. it can be about anything. on my myspace page, i wrote about everything from politics to human nature to the WWE. only the future can tell what is going to be next.

on some weeks, i will post different blogs here than on my myspace. it depends on what i am feeling when thursday comes around.

that is it for now. untill later,
jeff.

p.s. one last thing. I don't have all the answers. but i do have my two cents.