Everyday a Star is Born, Today is When I was..

Today REALLY should be a national holiday!

"Its Ma party so Imma do what I want to.."
Well I didn't have a party but I hit the mall and copped everything I wanted too (laughing out loud)

November 21st is the day I arrived on this lovely planet and I don't plan on leaving anytime soon. 20 going 50 is what I'd like to call it just because i don't consider myself grown but usually my mind is on a higher level than most of my peers.

But any who it really doesn't take much to please me, so today was a very interesting day.
As usually every year my Momz (who I love o so dearly) either wakes me up or runs and hugs me right when I'm still half asleep. (In my mind I'm honestly like where the presents and the food at? lol) But then she usually starts crying cuz she remembers the 9 months carrying me in her stomach which always ends in a Hug...

-Then Cartoons (Its Saturday why not ?)
-Breakfast (Real Food, NOT them watery eggs at Kean SmH)

-Then the mall (The best way I could describe that was "Throw it in the Bag") Dinner with the Fam (My Uncle will forever be Crazy) at a Southern Restaurant in New Brunswick (Dope Spot to go on Date... Any Takers???)

But every year something always happens good or bad. This year my Dad actually called me.....THAT WAS A SHOCKER!.. cuz usually he doesn't...BUT I've forgiven for all the he's done and moved past that. (Thats a story for another day) What can i say, at the end of the day,...I love him, even if he can't be there like a real man should.

It is very safe to say the apple as fallin VERY VERY far from the Tree.

But to God be the glory for making this far, with friends and family that love me!!!!
SHOUTS OUT TO:
Everybody that called me, texted me, aimed me, and hit me on facebook.
Special Thanks to JAZZY a.k.a Miss No Butt for your blog. You the Best. That meant a lot.

Its type late though...
got church in the morning, a shape-up to get, 'throw it in the bag remix (shoppin part 2) and a dance competition to got to at night.


From My Heart with Love
Goodnyte to all

The Lost Stanzas: Part 1

(Sometimes I can't think of a whole poem but just some words that flow nice together. I call it the Lost Stanzas because their just some lost thoughts in my head. )

In your eyes I can tell you desire more, And in your heart you know you deserve better. But you'd rather stand in his shadow to the letter... now thats a damn shame. I might as well call you Lady Gaga the way your playing his LOVE GAME.

A Page From My Black Book: Half Crazy

((My Black Book is a journal I started in high school filled with emotions, pain and hurts. There is a page from it I wanted to share. There will be more pages to come))



Half Crazy

Will I ever understand women? I don't know. But how does a young man try to reveal his feelings without looking like a punk, or a chump. How do I say I want to be with you for a lifetime without having you think I'm a sensitive pretty boy with a so called 'feminine side". I want to show you the world, let you into the deepest sectors of my heart and pull out the pain that I feel. Then you can come in and replace it with your loving kindness that comes only from our connection. But I'm going half crazy trying to figure you out. One day I won't receive nothing less than love. Then the next day not a single word would some out of your mouth. I don't understand. How do you go from sweet kisses on the cheek and holding hands to the point where you can't even look at me in the face when I see you in the hallway. Damn! What is a man to do? Should I stay , trying to read your mind. Hoping that this "more than friends but less than lovers" relationship we have will expand into something bigger than the both of us. Or should I leave your nest and move on to another bird because the time I spend trying to figure you out could mine as well be spent with another girl who knows how to speak with her mouth. Either way, it doesn't matter which option I choose because every time I try to put you in the past or leave you in the dust something just keeps pulling me back. So I'm going half crazy, sprung off this chick. Mesmerized by her mind but cursed all at the same time, because I truly don't understand her kind. The chemistry is mental and her body language speaks stories, to say the least. She's more than sexy but I don't even want to creep in her bed sheets. But when it comes to words we're at a stand still, like someone put two zip-lock bags across our mouths and threw away the key. I guess you can call it "mind-sex", but how does that help us advance from the spot we're in now. So I'm going half crazy trying to stay strong and move on but in the back of my mind something wants me to hold on... to what we had.

Half Crazy

Cuffin Season

Kanye said its been the Coldest Winter
But it's Cuffin Season
It"s lounging by the fireplace,
while counting snowflakes,
fall...
It's playing hanky panky under another warm blanky,
till the next sunrise. 
Its Cuffin Season
So there's no need for time.
Just another reason,
to keep warm.
So they hold on,
...Too love.
Too each other.
They need, each other.
They breathe, each other.
He kisses her neck,
She exhales slow... 
He's ready to give it another go.. 
It's Cuffin Season
It's taking sips of hot chocolate out of the same mug.
It's that tight late night snug.
He sleeps silently,
Till he gets that late night tug.
"I want some more" she whispers before she bites his ear.
It's Cuffin season 
Didn't you hear?... 

And the Winner is...

New York, November 1, 2009—The ING New York City Marathon 2009 was the scene of a major statement in American distance running. Throughout this decade, Meb Keflezighi has proven that an American can compete with the best marathon runners in the world. 

((I also felt the need to but this up here because he is a brother))

Clae x Stussy

No, I'm not really a fashion blogger but these Clae's are DOPE.

Clae, a casual shoe company making strides with its aesthetically pleasing and classically inspired designs, got Stussy's LA outpost to creates an exclusive colorway of its Kennedy model. Deep navy with caramel highlights (and a big, red "CLAE" on the tongue), the shoe features a canvas upper, leather piping, a cotton gingham lining and a creamy rubber outsole.

If you're thinking of copping, don't hesitate; only 100 pairs were made. Twenty-four pairs will be available via Clae's online shop, 12 will available at Stussy's DC location while the rest will be available at Stussy LA, where Clae is enjoying a shop-in-shop residence for the season. The Clae Kennedy X Stussy LA will be available for purchase November 6, 2009.

November's Very Own

....November's very own is here to take the throne,
Now I might just Murk this,
No need to Rehearse this.
To all the haters I hope the hearse fits,
Cuz this month, I murdering it.
On some CSI,
cold blooded,
case closed, tradegy sh*t.
I told'em Wipe Me Down.
Never leave evidence around.
Moving without a trace,
So Santana
"I can't feel my face!"

Cuz I'm goin in...
suppressed Talent,
that Oozes from within.
I've been holding back
But now its time to get it in.
O yes!
I'm goin in...

S0 let the countdown begin,
20 days till my born day,
goin on 20.
Born hungry,
So I.., "master mind,
then go after mine."
No need for petty girls,
tryna waste my time.
Everybody always think they right,
But I'm so left,
Doing 80 in my own lane.
Breezy on the Freeway.
Speeding through suckaz,
I make it look so Eaz-A.
Playing life like a Chess game.
So my next move always tends to be my best move.
Next stop,
the Top, ...of the World.
Cardigan & Fresh Kicks.
Climbing up the tree of Life,
...like a squirrel.
November's Own,
here to take the Throne,
Goin for the Crown.
Scorpio Flow,
... So Far Gone.
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