I found out this year

More than I did before.

Life is complex for many

But simple so much more

There is much joy

As much as there is pain

Sterotypes are true

But following them brings much distain

When people try to change their goals

For people with the ugly moles

Because they are afraid

They will make it thru the gold polls

Those who are weak

Try to intimidate the meek;

Calling the different geeks

Knowing that their life is at best bleak

But many here in this life

Know the meaning of life today

Some of them didn’t even have to ask their wife

Even though she knows all the answers to our dismay

What do you think it is?

You must certainly know.

Because admitting you don’t

Would make you a pro

In being the world’s best dope.

Don’t worry about me.

I’ll be fine.

The one thing that I have learned today

Is that this is my life.

My life is not perfect.

But it is as good at it could be.

I don’t care about what you think about me

Cause I am me.

Who gave you the power

To tell me that I am not alright.

You are nothing more than a coward

To think that I care about your fight.

This is my life to live

And I will be alright.

So join the road with me

Or get out of my sight.

I never said anything was wrong.

You wrote that in your song

Get out of my life

And back to smoking your bong.

I don’t care about what you say

No matter how much it brings you distain

Do what you must and say what you need to say

But for the love of God

Don’t waste my Damn Sunday

Does anyone really know us?

Does anyone know what it is like behind our own eyes?

Think about it. We have people around us everyday. We have classmates and workers. We have friends and family. But can you honestly say that you have someone who knows you in the nucleus of your soul?

It probably seems like an easy question for some of you. Some of you are like "Oh yeah. I know someone like that. It's my best friend" or "What kind of moron does not know that family always knows everything about you." Well, I have bad news for you. You will be lucky if you find two people who know you for who you are.

I mean look around. You think that something looks like an apple one day, only to find out that it is an orange the next. The people who you are supposed to look upon the most turn out to be the ones who hurt you the most. The ones that you have looked after for years turn out to be the knife that stabs you until you can't feel anything anymore.

Within moments, friends have become enemies. Lovers have become filled with hatred. You end up arriving at the same conclusion every time. No one knows what it is like to be ourselves.

And the cause of this is what boggles us the most. Well, it boggles me at least. Petty junior high school drama could lead to a nuclear meltdown. Words ended up being taken out of context. Some people who have no reason to get involved decide that that they have every right to get into situations that should have remained petty high school drama.

Some people then choose to get others involved to explain what they think has happened. Well guess what. A cousin's uncle's sister's brother's grandparent's daughter will not know what happen unless the same cousin's uncle's sister's brother's grandparent's daughter was the person who was involved in the situation. In reality, that is rarely the case.

In reality, there are probably 2 to 3 people who know what happened in any given situation. And unless one of them happens to be an innocent bystander or an unbiased witness, then all of their stories are all faulty. We all would spin it in a way just enough to tint the truth of the tale that we are telling. You know that you do it. Don't lie to me. What is that I hear? Is someone saying, "Why do you think I am lying? I don't do this! It is never my fault!"

Well, I have some bad news for you. A situation is never just one person's fault. This is not to say that the blame is shared evenly. It is to say, however, that if there weren't two or more people to begin with, then there would not be a situation to begin with.

The irony of all of this is that some people spin everything to make it someone else's fault. They would lie straight to your face in a game that makes Congress look like a playground.

Then again, what is life more than a huge game of politics? You try to find out who you can align yourselves with. When you find out that they stabbed you in the back, you try to move on to the next set of people. You are trying to represent a group of people (heritage, family, friends, etc) while you are doing all of these things. And in the end, what do you have to show for it?

Some people decide to feed their egos. They would lie to the face of their own mother on a daily basis. They would commit slander against the other person to all of their family and friends. Unknowing to them, the other person is doing similar things.

And unknowing to all of us, word goes around faster than we want to believe. Both sides of any given drama hear the cousin's uncle's sister's brother's grandparent's daughter version of what happened somehow would reach numerous people. Especially people who we had no intention of it getting to.

So if this is the case, then how can anyone decide who is right and wrong? Well, there is the fact that facts can not have any spin. For instance, an email that would prove one person's case over another could prove a person's case. Especially, they could use it if they ever watched "The People's Court" once in their lives and remembered to print anything of importance.

Now comes the part where you are asking "if this is the case, why don't you just go to the other person and kick them in the nuts?" My answer is this. What good would it do to kick them in the nuts if they won't acknowledge the pain that comes from it? If you do not want to believe what is going on, then you will never be able to see in color.

And if you are never to see through your self-tinted vision, then you can never see the world. And if you can never see the world, then the world would never be able to see what you are like.

And if that is the point, then is it really possible to change anything? You know you are right, but being right does not make everything right. Because, if some people choose to see the world in their blue tinted glasses for their entire lives, then no one can see you for you. They can't see your feelings or your pain. And what good would you be trying to tell them something if they can't (or won't) see it through their tinted world?

It does none. Your dreams would be empty. Like how your conscience seems to be. Your longings will never bee free. And you know what? No one will ever know you.

No one would know what it's like to be the bad man; the sad man; behind blue eyes.



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

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People, listen up. Myspace is not the real world. It is a website. And even though there are no set rules to how to act on myspace (who cares about those silly terms and agreements?), we still should act a certain way here. It would be to the benefit of all of the addicts who use this site. And yes we are all addicted to Myspace.

1. Thou shall not act bigger than you are on Myspace. If you are a wimp in real life, do not send death threats over the internet to prove how big you are. Not only are people laughing at you, but you can go to jail for 2 years. How do you like them apples?
2. Thou shall not post promiscuous pictures of thy self without being prepared to be called a whore. I do not want to see people who post pictures of themselves in scantily clad clothing; only to have under it something along the lines of "don't you just want to have sex with me" or "Don't I look so innocent?" Let's forget the fact that you are embarrassing yourself and your family for a moment. What you are doing is called a Strip Tease. That is Porn. And, even though most of the people on Myspace are nice, there are thousands of pedophiles out there. You are putting yourself at risk by posting these pictures. Do you want to be at risk?
3. Thou shall not complain about people thou added. One of the biggest stories that I hear around this site is the following: "X sent me a comment last night. Why would he do so? I don't like X. He is creepy." Well, you added him. When you add someone, you are telling them that you are his/her friend. And friends normally talk to other people. Right?

So here is my Solution to this problem. If I don't know you, I won't add you. Tell the person that you only add people you know. And if they take it hard, don't care about it. Because You Don't Know Me. And I wouldn't know you. So Don't Add me if I Never talked to you in my life.

4. Thou shall not request for comments without returning said favor. If I ask for a comment from someone on myspace, I will return every single one. If someone sends a message, I will reply to it. Most of the people on this site (and especially those who are on my friends' list) already follow this rule. However, there are those who ask for people to talk to them. When you do talk to them, they ignore you. How do you think that makes the rest of us feel?
5. Thou shall not lie about thou age on myspace. IF you are 14, then do not say you are 17 on your page. Here is a little known fact about the age of consent. Different states have different rules about when you are legally able to consent to sexual acts. Some states are 16, while others are 18. New York, my home state, has the age of consent at 17. That means that a guy who is older than the age of consent talks to you will think he is not breaking any legal laws.

Let us forget for a moment that any guy who is older than 26 and is looking for 16 and 17 year old girls to go out with should probably end up in a Psych Ward. If you get caught by your parents talking to older men, you have as much blame as they do. You lied about your age. You talked dirty to the man. You made your profile public. You can't say you did no wrong after you did all of these things.

This is why I will report all profiles in which the person lies about their age. I really don't care about feelings. If you are too young, or lie about your age, you are just ruining the experience of myspace for the rest of us. And that's not cool.

6. And Finally, Thou shall not post anything on Myspace that they will not be willing to defend if it was to be on the front page of the New York Times the next day. Listen up, people. Myspace does not clear its servers. Everything you post on this site is saved for ever and ever. All your pictures, blogs, messages, comments, bulletins, and forum posts are saved. Anyone with Google can look up anything you said. They can look at your pictures. They can see what type of person you are just by what you have on your myspace page. Anyone can access it.

Your parents can see it. Your school can see it. And, even though you are protected by the first amendment to post anything you say, you must also be prepared to suffer the effects of what you have done. If you post a hatful blog, you must deal with the aftermath. If you treat someone like shit, and they kill themselves, it is on your head. You will have to carry that for the rest of your life.

With that being said, Myspace is also an excuse to be used when you do get caught doing things you should not be doing. If you act like a whore on Myspace, you are probably one in real life. If you act like an Emo on myspace, then you are one in real life. If you are a bitch on this site, then you are most likely one in real life. Myspace is not a license to do things you wouldn't do otherwise.

THE FIRST AMENDMENT IS A RIGHT. WHAT YOU DO ON MYSPACE IS A RESPONSIBILITY. DON'T MESS IT UP.

So what do you think of these rules? Do you like them? Do you think that I am full of it? Do you disagree with any of them? If so, why? I would like your opinions on this. If you could make a rule about myspace, that everyone should follow, what would it be?

Post your comments about it. I promise, I will reply to every one. So check back to see what I said.

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

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Are You Ready?

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…

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

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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?

Welcome to my two cents.

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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Welcome to Tex's two Cents.

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.