Life.

"By taking a shape, by having a visible plan, you open yourself up for attack. Instead of taking a form for your enemy to grasp, keep yourself adaptable and on the move. Accept the fact that nothing is certain and no law is fixed. The best way to protect yourself is to be as fluid and formless as water; never bet on stability or lasting order. Everything changes"- 48 Laws of Power

This quote is the shit.

The Bride.

Watch this if you have not already.

Cam interview

You can see how cam does not trust or like this nigga interviewing him.

The kid is back

So I'm back from a nice hiatus where I was finding myself. I'm not going to bore you with abstract words, so heres your treat.

Nonnative Spring/Summer releases

This is the type of shit I love, casual and laid back represents me to the bone gristle. For some reason I think Olive green is the shit, Ima definitely try to get my hands on some of these pieces.

From the very first time I placed my eyes on you.

Whenever I spend time with my family, reggae is playing somewhere in the background.

A day with my family.

After about a half hour of watching family guy clips and crying sporadically.

I wish I had pictures but me and my mother don't have enough money for a camera so I'll just have to paint a picture with words. My brother came over today with his wife Yvonne and my niece and nephew. My nephew is about a month old but my niece is two years old. There both gorgeous kids and I'm not just saying that cuz there related to me but because they are really pretty babies. But thats beside the point, my brother had left both of them with me and my mother. My mother couldn't take her hands off of the newborn probably because he isn't old enough to reject her lol which left me to hang with Imani. She couldn't take her hand off the ball my mother had bought her for the longest, until she realized her parents were gone. She walked to the door and began to make a very strange noise and than began to cry. I called her over but no response, she still was crying by the door. So i went near her and picked her up as she put her head on my shoulder and the crying increased. I brought her over to the couch where my mom was sitting with Malik Jr. and I placed Imani on my lap. I was frantically searching for a Dora the explorer clip on youtube but kept on finding fake shit, such as dora getting pranked by Alec baldwin. As I went to Nick Jr. dot com, we started watching two minute clips of Dora. She showed instant interest in them and the crying slowly died away. As the clips became less engaging by each passing one, the crying came back. She got off my lap and wandered over into my room. I followed her and saw her sitting on the floor by the bed playing with an old softball i got years back. Meanwhile my mother is on the couch reminding me to stop telling her to stop crying, that she can't help it. But what she doesn't understand is that I totally understand why Imani is crying. I mean its obvious, she misses her parents and has no idea where they are. But I can remember specific moments in my life where I was in the same position she is. My mom leaving me with people i barely know, and me crying my eyes out just cuz. Now I would never yell at Imani, never in my life but I kept on reminding her that I'm always going to be here. And not surprising to me, when I spoke softly to her she responded by not crying. Kids just need comfort, a comforting feeling no matter who you are. So basically, I took her back to the couch and we began to watch some family guy episodes thanks to Hulu.com. This is when the crying stopped for good. She watched about 30 clips as i laughed hysterically at a few, and she looked back at me as if I was crazy. She finally fell asleep next to me with her head in between my armpit. My mom said something like 'that girls neck is gonna be bruk' meaning the position she was in, was not good for her neck. So i decided to take her to my bed, nervously trying not to wake her as i put her back in my arms. This is where the picture was taken, as i write this blog waiting for her parents to come back home from the apple store. The time I spent with her tonight will always be remembered.

Art.

This is a film I believe everyone should see. Bedtime, I'll return soon.

Some shit.

I've got a thing for white people music and this takes the cake.

Everyone wants to be the man.

There are two different types of people in this world. Those who have role models and those who do not. For some reason, our generation is heavily made up with the ones with role models. Everyone has a role model. In every aspect of life, from sports to personality, people strive to be as good as someone else. It's as if they feel like life is a test, and their role models are their teachers. The need to impress others is abundant in todays society. Then there's the ones who don't have role models. They tend to be the wisest ones but also have the poor quality of being less productive. They know about the world in depth, which may actually lead to their laziness. They acknowledge the rights and the wrongs, and understand why people tend to do the wrong more often. You may be able to call these people the realest in our society. They think that they know how to survive in the world, and on some cases they do, but some cases they don't. Both types of people restrict themselves from learning all that they can learn because of their traits. Since the ones with role models are so focused on becoming as good as their "teacher" they tend to be biased and block out the good qualities in other situations and people. The ones with no role models, the independent one usually ends up being self indulged in some way, and stops listening to what other people have to say. Now this could be interpreted as the truth or just some bullshit and I'm eager to hear what people think, but its just what I feel. Like I stated in my first blog, I'm just going to write what comes to my mind, and this was a thought i gathered from chillen in my school, chillen with my homies, chillen with girls, and just living life.

Back in business

I haven't written a blog for about two months now, so sorry for the slacking. I've been developing heavy thoughts on a lot of things around me but I just haven't gotten around to writing them down here. My sidekick has been my electronic journal, so now I'll throw a few entries up here.