Thursday, February 26, 2009

Bad Kids and Society

"Talk sense to a fool and he calls you foolish."

I was reading an article which states that they’re linking smoking in HOLLYWOOD MOVIES to kids wanting to smoke. This is the same reason they killed JOE CAMEL from Camel cigarettes. Apparently, everything that kids watch, they copy. How much more of this crap do I have to hear? Why do they try to find more excuses for people’s behavior?

I hate it when they make statements like…“Kids see guns on TV, they hear violence in Rap music, and they just grow up wanting to imitate it.” and my question is WHERE ARE THE PARENTS? Oh yeah, they’re too busy leaving their kids with grandma so they can go clubbing.

Here’s a question. I see lots of cooking shows on TV, how come I don’t see kids cooking? I see TRUTH commercials (the annoying anti smoking commercials), how come they don’t copy those either? I see COPS on TV everyday… I don’t hear about kids catching criminals either. SO WHY do we keep using that as an excuse to bad behavior?

Messed up kids are the product of messed up parents…PERIOD. Stop blaming society and the media for your spoiled kids. It pisses me off every time I see some violent kid on the news, he says he learned it playing video games. He learned that, but he couldn’t learn anything at school? Come on!
It is the fact that there is LACK OF COMMUNICATION at home, that is messing up these kids. Today’s youth has no respect for their elders, they have no respect for society, and they’re dropping out of school each year.

Did you all hear about the kid that dropped out of school to play GUITAR HERO? This is too much!!! If I would have told my dad that I was going to drop out of school to play MARIO BROS. (Yeah I’m old) he would have kicked my ass.

Start correcting your kids people, if TIME OUT doesn’t work then use the old KNOCK OUT (I’m playing) but be more strict with them. Talk to your kids and stop leaving it for the government or school to do all the educating. EDUCATION STARTS AT HOME.

The day I hear about kids dancing on the street because they saw it on MAMMA MIA! (That movie sucks) Then I’ll start believing those stupid theories.

Enough said,


Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Original Poem

"Love makes time pass. Time makes love pass."


…And to think I once loved you.
The way you smiled, the way you looked,
The way you’d make me dream with a simple “I love you.”
My body felt the need of you, as if you were some drug causing an addiction.

My world… a mixture of chaos and despair;
An imaginary cell that wouldn’t let me look beyond or move forward.
It was a life sentence that kept me trapped around your memories.
It was a self inflicted wound that didn’t seem to close.

…And to think I once loved you.
The way my soul shattered into a million pieces as I saw you walk away.
Lying lifeless on the ground, screaming in silence constantly asking myself
what I did to push you away.

But the answers never came.
It was an unsolved puzzle with empty spaces and no solutions.
It was a vicious circle of negative feelings that turned love
Into some type of obsession.

…And to think I once loved you.
Longing for you to return, staring at a timeless clock, and filling my mind
With hopeless wishes. Looking at old pictures, re-living old moments,
As if re-living was a way to bring your soul next to mine on an empty afternoon.

Yet time heals, and as I look back to a tainted illusion that I once called love.
The false feeling that life would cease to exist if I didn’t have you.
I slowly picked myself up from the ground, with no tears left in me, and no pain left to feel.
I moved on… I left you in the past, and I moved on.

…And to think I once loved you.



Saturday, February 7, 2009

Turning 30

"Blessed are the young, for they shall inherit the National Debt."

OH MY GOD I’m 30. Just yesterday I was walking on diapers; just yesterday I was getting pimples all over my face, and today I’m 30. One thing that no one ever mentions, is that you don’t feel OLDER, you just get there. WHERE THE HELL ARE THE BROCHURES THAT SHOW YOU THAT?
Why does it happen so gradual that you don’t feel it? And why does it have to hit you on the face on your freaking BIRTHDAY???

Turning 30 is an interesting experience… people start seeing you different:

Teenagers- See you as an old fart.
People in their 20’s - Think you are mature.
People in their 30’s - Think you’re interesting.
People in their 40’s - Have sex with you and tell their friends they’re doing a “Younger Guy.”
People in their 50's - Still think you are in diapers.
People in their 60's and up - Are wearing diapers, so they don't say anything.

In other words, you are still young enough to be around, but too old to screw around. I find myself in a time of meditation, looking back at all my f**k ups, and looking forward to my now called GOALS. I think that life is broken down into decades. You really party in your 20’s, You make money in your 30’s and you start enjoying in your 40’s.
If by the time you hit middle age, you are still washing Lettuce at Burger King (Then I wonder why people hate me), chances are you won’t be Donald Trump by the time you retire.

This is also the time when you start considering having kids for some mysterious reason (If you still don’t have any). I remember finding kids annoying…then one day, they began to make me smile; so I ran to the bathroom and slapped myself. Now I actually think about it more often… and I still slap myself.

Some people fall into some type of crisis though, thank God I’m not one of those (Yet). I am happy with the way I’ve lived my life, I wish I had done more by now, but I’m happy. I feel like I am accomplishing my goals. I don’t see me buying a Corvette convertible anytime soon, or putting on my Miami Vice outfit and hang out at the club on HIGHSCHOOL NIGHT. YUCK… we all hate the “Old man at the club.”
The only thing about getting older though, is that you don’t get as many presents as you did when you were little. No POKEMON toys for me. Hahaha.

Overall, I think turning 30 is a great time in my life. I take things more seriously, I am more methodical, and I am old enough to party whenever I want, without having to tell mom and dad that I’ll be home late.
So there you go, I’m 30 now, and from now on I’ll turn 30 every year.



PS- I wrote this post on the day I turned 30... just wanted to share it with you guys.