Oh man, turn your speakers down on you computer, if you reading this on your phone, stop walkin and grab a seat, I am about to turn it all the way up on this one!
Ladies lemme tell you about yaselves for a minute:
[Quick Background]
So I'm at the bar last night talkin to a beautiful young lady, all is well, we're talking, I'm joking, she's laughing, everything is goin good til (cue dramatic soap opera music here) she asks me: "What's your sign?" And in my head while still maintaining the smile on my face I'm thinkin "Ahhh Fuck! Of course she would ask that!"
Aight ladies, let talk about it, a lot of ya gonna dislike what I'm about to say but I feel it has to be said. I feel too many women rely on astrology to tell them what they need to know about a person when in all reality, astrology doesn't have anything to do with anything. (This is just my opinion of course--take it or leave it)
You see, I'm convinced that women are and will forever be confused. You can't ask them what they want because they don't know what they want: perfect example:
Guy: So what do you look for in a man?
Girl: Well you know, he should be honest, a good listener, have ambition, and should be definitely be educated.
Meanwhile this bitch stopped dealing with Jerry, the handsome brother at the office with a masters, who was understanding, caring, a great listener, for the nigga she met on the 6 train one night who just so happens to occasionally beat her ass now. Oh but the sex is amazing, and she feels he loves her so its okay that he hits her. But I digress.
Now that you see how confused women are, feel me on this: they don't know what they want and they're scared to try to find out on their own, so they use a man's zodiac sign as a "Description Label" like you find on the back of a book or a DVD.
C'Mon baby, do like the song says and "Take time to know him." If in the end he turns out to be a jerk and you don't feel like dealin with him fine, but you shouldn't miss out on what might be "Mr. Right" because yours and his signs aren't compatible according to a table of contents that someone ages ago created out of bordem.
See me personally I don't feel that when I was born has anything to do with who I am. The positions and alignments of the stars at 5:42pm on Friday, August 14th, 1987 has nothing to do with me being an asshole. I'm an asshole because its a defense mechanism that I've picked up in 23 years of living. The only thing I know that keeps me from being too hurt when anything doesn't go my way. So this is why, when I'm asked: "So what's your sign" I rather not tell a female, cause that's when her smile turns into a straight face and I have to hear "Oh, your a leo?" with that disappointed tone in her voice.
Wasn't I just making you laugh? Weren't you just impressed by my career path and admiring my ambition? Sheesh, and then they always have a justification as to why they feel this way. I wonder how many women have missed out on "The One" all because he said "Oh, I'm a Libra." Damn. Another thing they do is use their sign as a justification for the dumb shit they do: "Oh, I'm a Capricorn, this is how I am" but that's a whole different blog post all together. Lol
In conclusion: (Takin it back to HS essay writing on ya asses. Lol)
I don't believe in Zodiac signs, and signs being compatible, and I feel anyone who does is a fuckin idiot. I say this with all due respect. And I just hope I got across to someone, anyone.
Thanks for comin out, Good night, drive safely, and if you come across any Leo's out there, tell em Eno Bull said: "What's good baby?"
Stay Up and Stay Tuned
Monday, May 31, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Five Oh Two
(This Entry was typed out and ready to be Published on the 3rd of this month, it was delayed for Undisclosed reasons, in other words: Mind ya Business, lolol. Enjoy)
Damn ya, Its May 3rd already? I missed the Anniversary of the day I almost met my maker. Lol
First and foremost, Thank You Dear Heavenly Father for giving me another day of life today, Thank you for blessing me with breathe everyday for these passed 22 years. You and I both know I count my blessings each day.
So last year on May 2nd, I was rollin around with Buddy, drivin around. It was a regular evenin, nuttin major. So we headed to the block like we usually do. Stopped at Paul's to get some Chinese food and Buddy was goin to see a girl on the other side of Davidson. For those of you who don't know we are all from the Burnside area, and our street is Davidson. Davidson is a long street and our side is divided by a big school. That's why we call it the other side of Davidson. So that side is still the same street, but it might as well be another world. Remember in Lion King when Mufasa was showing Simba the Pride Lands and explained to him that the shadowy area is the area he should never ever go to, well that's the other side of Davidson for us.
So, now that you've got the picture allow me to continue.
We picked up our food and we drove around the school. When we got there we both looked at it as if it were a different planet lol. We saw these lil rowdy niggas outside of the building in front of us, but either way, we paid it no mind. Buddy parked the car, I told him "Make it quick nigga, you know we don't bang with this side." He said "No doubt, its a Hi and Bye Thing" and walked into the building where his lady friend was. Which was on the passenger side of the car, one buildin behind the car. I opened up my food and began to put all the duck sauce and soy sauce on it, and the lil rowdy niggas had disappeared, but only for a few seconds.
Outta nowhere I hear Bullets from behind the car, I was startled and I jumped. I saw a kid, no older than 16 or 17 pointing and shooting a gun at the lil rowdy niggas that had been standing there, then ran back. One of the rowdy niggas returned shots and ran passed the car to catch him, but as he passed by the truck he looked at me, we locked eyes and everything was moving slow. I saw him, and he saw me, and I swore my body got cold. I ducked down and sat on the floor of the car in front of the seat, my head was under the dashboard and I swore I was a dead man really soon. I was down there with nothing to clutch to but my plate of Chinese food and I began to make my peace with God. Just as I said/thought "Amen" the door opened. In my mind it was the kid I had locked eyes with, he pointed the gun at my face and pulled the trigger.........
Phew, but then I opened my eyes and it was this tall nigga Buddy. Oh man! I can remember putting together the only words I could "Yo Buddy, Let's Go Nigga, DRIVE!" I saw the fear in his wide opened eyes, without saying a word he got in closed the door, put the car in drive and sped off, he did that all in One seemless move. Lol. We got to the corner and saw two cops harrising someone that surely wasn't doing anything, and Buddy said "Look at these niggas, they didn't hear that? They should be up the block" finally we make a right at the dead end and back around the school, and never again returned to the other side of Davidson.
That is not until earlier today when Perse said he had to go there to meet someone. In fact, that's what reminded me of the incident. Funny how God works huh? Its almost as if we were supposed to return to the scene of the crime a year later, to remind us of it, and give thanks that we are still alive and well.
Shortly after the incident me and Buddy were dying laughin. But we vowed not to tell the fellas about it cause they'd be pissed that we almost met our demise over somethin as dumb as going to see a girl in an area that we know aint safe.
Lol, crazy right? But yea man, I just wanna Thank God again, I realized it wasn't our time and not until it is will we go. It was just a wrong place wrong time kinda thing. So with all that said, be safe out there.
Stay Up and Stay Tuned.
Damn ya, Its May 3rd already? I missed the Anniversary of the day I almost met my maker. Lol
First and foremost, Thank You Dear Heavenly Father for giving me another day of life today, Thank you for blessing me with breathe everyday for these passed 22 years. You and I both know I count my blessings each day.
So last year on May 2nd, I was rollin around with Buddy, drivin around. It was a regular evenin, nuttin major. So we headed to the block like we usually do. Stopped at Paul's to get some Chinese food and Buddy was goin to see a girl on the other side of Davidson. For those of you who don't know we are all from the Burnside area, and our street is Davidson. Davidson is a long street and our side is divided by a big school. That's why we call it the other side of Davidson. So that side is still the same street, but it might as well be another world. Remember in Lion King when Mufasa was showing Simba the Pride Lands and explained to him that the shadowy area is the area he should never ever go to, well that's the other side of Davidson for us.
So, now that you've got the picture allow me to continue.
We picked up our food and we drove around the school. When we got there we both looked at it as if it were a different planet lol. We saw these lil rowdy niggas outside of the building in front of us, but either way, we paid it no mind. Buddy parked the car, I told him "Make it quick nigga, you know we don't bang with this side." He said "No doubt, its a Hi and Bye Thing" and walked into the building where his lady friend was. Which was on the passenger side of the car, one buildin behind the car. I opened up my food and began to put all the duck sauce and soy sauce on it, and the lil rowdy niggas had disappeared, but only for a few seconds.
Outta nowhere I hear Bullets from behind the car, I was startled and I jumped. I saw a kid, no older than 16 or 17 pointing and shooting a gun at the lil rowdy niggas that had been standing there, then ran back. One of the rowdy niggas returned shots and ran passed the car to catch him, but as he passed by the truck he looked at me, we locked eyes and everything was moving slow. I saw him, and he saw me, and I swore my body got cold. I ducked down and sat on the floor of the car in front of the seat, my head was under the dashboard and I swore I was a dead man really soon. I was down there with nothing to clutch to but my plate of Chinese food and I began to make my peace with God. Just as I said/thought "Amen" the door opened. In my mind it was the kid I had locked eyes with, he pointed the gun at my face and pulled the trigger.........
Phew, but then I opened my eyes and it was this tall nigga Buddy. Oh man! I can remember putting together the only words I could "Yo Buddy, Let's Go Nigga, DRIVE!" I saw the fear in his wide opened eyes, without saying a word he got in closed the door, put the car in drive and sped off, he did that all in One seemless move. Lol. We got to the corner and saw two cops harrising someone that surely wasn't doing anything, and Buddy said "Look at these niggas, they didn't hear that? They should be up the block" finally we make a right at the dead end and back around the school, and never again returned to the other side of Davidson.
That is not until earlier today when Perse said he had to go there to meet someone. In fact, that's what reminded me of the incident. Funny how God works huh? Its almost as if we were supposed to return to the scene of the crime a year later, to remind us of it, and give thanks that we are still alive and well.
Shortly after the incident me and Buddy were dying laughin. But we vowed not to tell the fellas about it cause they'd be pissed that we almost met our demise over somethin as dumb as going to see a girl in an area that we know aint safe.
Lol, crazy right? But yea man, I just wanna Thank God again, I realized it wasn't our time and not until it is will we go. It was just a wrong place wrong time kinda thing. So with all that said, be safe out there.
Stay Up and Stay Tuned.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Just Mugz
What's goin on ya'll? My New Yorkers, ya enjoyin this weather? lol.
Anyway, for those of ya who personally know me, ya know that I am a really tough critic. I don't co-sign for, suggest or recommend anything that I myself wouldn't deal with. That goes for everything from people, products, and music. This post is of the ladder.
So a few months ago I was chillen with Buddy and he got a text or call from our brotha Freddy Fiya (of 'New Regime' check out his clothing line: http://www.newregime.ca/http://www.newregime.ca/) from Montreal Canada and he informed Buddy of one of his friends music video. So we hit YouTube and checked it out. We were both impressed by the quality of the video and also liked that the song was actually dope. So shout outs to Mugz for havin this dope ass video and above all else being a great artist. He told me he tryna do it big for Canada, and that's exactly what he's doin!
Check out the video:
Guardian Angel
BONUS: This one looks BANANAS!
Toxic Love (Trailer)
So to all of ya who support Underground Hip-Hop (I know a lot of you) Support my man Mugz, Ya know I wouldn't put ya on unless it was hot.
Follow him on Twitter:
Mugz - @justmuGz
also follow my bruh Freddy Fiya:
Freddy - @NEW_REGIME
You fellas is doin it big up North and I'm proud of ya meng! Keep the hunger alive, make it all happen!
Stay up and Stay Tuned Folks!
Anyway, for those of ya who personally know me, ya know that I am a really tough critic. I don't co-sign for, suggest or recommend anything that I myself wouldn't deal with. That goes for everything from people, products, and music. This post is of the ladder.
So a few months ago I was chillen with Buddy and he got a text or call from our brotha Freddy Fiya (of 'New Regime' check out his clothing line: http://www.newregime.ca/http://www.newregime.ca/) from Montreal Canada and he informed Buddy of one of his friends music video. So we hit YouTube and checked it out. We were both impressed by the quality of the video and also liked that the song was actually dope. So shout outs to Mugz for havin this dope ass video and above all else being a great artist. He told me he tryna do it big for Canada, and that's exactly what he's doin!
Check out the video:
Guardian Angel
BONUS: This one looks BANANAS!
Toxic Love (Trailer)
So to all of ya who support Underground Hip-Hop (I know a lot of you) Support my man Mugz, Ya know I wouldn't put ya on unless it was hot.
Follow him on Twitter:
Mugz - @justmuGz
also follow my bruh Freddy Fiya:
Freddy - @NEW_REGIME
You fellas is doin it big up North and I'm proud of ya meng! Keep the hunger alive, make it all happen!
Stay up and Stay Tuned Folks!
Friday, April 30, 2010
Home Wrecker? Me?
Alright folks, I got the closer for the month, and I hope this one raises some eyebrows, stirs up conversations, and makes ya think.
So allow me to first and foremost state that if and when I find myself in a committed relationship with a young lady I am always a faithful man. BUT, I'm not in a relationship....
So now that I've gotten that out of the way, let's begin.
The HomeWrecker. What is a Homewrecker? Someone please tell me, cause no matter how many time theses girls (and some dudes) tell me its me, I do not agree.
You see, I'm a single man, and we all know men are hunters, predators who's only concern is to catch its prey.
I personally don't have a "Type" per say, I like all women, Short, Tall, Slim, Round, Black, White, Spanish, Orange, some younger and almost all older, I don't discriminate. So naturally I'm attracted to all different type of women, and many different types of women are attracted to me. Now, some of these women have boyfriends or husbands or whatever it is they call there spouses and this is where it get interesting. See the way I see it is like this: If you have a man, and I come across your path and you choose to give me play then guess what, the cheater in this situation is YOU! That's right I said it. I mean think about it, how could I possibly be cheating if I'm not committed to anyone.
People often say, "Well if you knew she had a man then you are just as wrong as she is for cheating" are you effin serious? C'mon man. Unless the girl I am dealing with is the girlfriend, fiancé, or wife of a close friend or family member (Which I would NEVER under any circumstance violate no matter what) then my loyalty is not to her man, therefore I cannot be wrong for pokin his girl. You see, I'm a straight shooter, I keep it real all the time, and I've said it before, I'll say it again, (Fellas listen up) if you catch your girl cheatin, don't be mad or don't worry bout who it is she was cheatin with. That man has nothin to do with you nor does he owe you anything. The one you need to be mad at is your girl. She's the one who violated you, she's the one who stepped out of the "Home" and "Wrecked" it. You see where I'm goin with this? This is why I can't consider myself a home wrecker. I'm a man like any other, I'm just a squirrel tryna get a nut. You would do the same thing if you were in my shoes.
Don't get me wrong, I don't want ya to think that I soley go for the women who have men, I don't get dressed when I go out and think "Oh man, imma find me a bad joint and I hope she has a man" No, in fact sometimes I don't even know til after I get off of them that they have a man. Your probably thinkin: "Well did you ask if she had a man?" Hell No I didn't ask, what the f+#k does her man have to do with me? I'm tryna bone her, not her man. In other words, she knew what this was, she knew my intentions and she KNEW she had a man, yet she still dealt with me. Now you tell me, who wrecked the home? Was it really me? No.
See if my Home (Relationship) is Robbed (I'm cheated on) and I see no signs of forced entry, or a breaking an entering, then its obvious that the person who robbed me was someone who lives here. Chances are I'm sleeping with the enemy.
I could go on forever with this topic. So for now I'll leave it at that. Feel free to leave me comments here or send me emails: (EnoBull@tmo.blackberry.net) hit me on BBM (pin:2113693f) or leave a FaceBook Comment (Eno Bull) or Tag me in a Tweet (@EnoBull) because I love this topic and will defend my stand til the music stops. I really wanna know how ya feel about it.
So like I said, the true meaning of a HomeWrecker, is he or she within the home, not the one who is passin by, just remember that and all will be fine.
Stay Up, Stay Faithful and Stay Tuned
So allow me to first and foremost state that if and when I find myself in a committed relationship with a young lady I am always a faithful man. BUT, I'm not in a relationship....
So now that I've gotten that out of the way, let's begin.
The HomeWrecker. What is a Homewrecker? Someone please tell me, cause no matter how many time theses girls (and some dudes) tell me its me, I do not agree.
You see, I'm a single man, and we all know men are hunters, predators who's only concern is to catch its prey.
I personally don't have a "Type" per say, I like all women, Short, Tall, Slim, Round, Black, White, Spanish, Orange, some younger and almost all older, I don't discriminate. So naturally I'm attracted to all different type of women, and many different types of women are attracted to me. Now, some of these women have boyfriends or husbands or whatever it is they call there spouses and this is where it get interesting. See the way I see it is like this: If you have a man, and I come across your path and you choose to give me play then guess what, the cheater in this situation is YOU! That's right I said it. I mean think about it, how could I possibly be cheating if I'm not committed to anyone.
People often say, "Well if you knew she had a man then you are just as wrong as she is for cheating" are you effin serious? C'mon man. Unless the girl I am dealing with is the girlfriend, fiancé, or wife of a close friend or family member (Which I would NEVER under any circumstance violate no matter what) then my loyalty is not to her man, therefore I cannot be wrong for pokin his girl. You see, I'm a straight shooter, I keep it real all the time, and I've said it before, I'll say it again, (Fellas listen up) if you catch your girl cheatin, don't be mad or don't worry bout who it is she was cheatin with. That man has nothin to do with you nor does he owe you anything. The one you need to be mad at is your girl. She's the one who violated you, she's the one who stepped out of the "Home" and "Wrecked" it. You see where I'm goin with this? This is why I can't consider myself a home wrecker. I'm a man like any other, I'm just a squirrel tryna get a nut. You would do the same thing if you were in my shoes.
Don't get me wrong, I don't want ya to think that I soley go for the women who have men, I don't get dressed when I go out and think "Oh man, imma find me a bad joint and I hope she has a man" No, in fact sometimes I don't even know til after I get off of them that they have a man. Your probably thinkin: "Well did you ask if she had a man?" Hell No I didn't ask, what the f+#k does her man have to do with me? I'm tryna bone her, not her man. In other words, she knew what this was, she knew my intentions and she KNEW she had a man, yet she still dealt with me. Now you tell me, who wrecked the home? Was it really me? No.
See if my Home (Relationship) is Robbed (I'm cheated on) and I see no signs of forced entry, or a breaking an entering, then its obvious that the person who robbed me was someone who lives here. Chances are I'm sleeping with the enemy.
I could go on forever with this topic. So for now I'll leave it at that. Feel free to leave me comments here or send me emails: (EnoBull@tmo.blackberry.net) hit me on BBM (pin:2113693f) or leave a FaceBook Comment (Eno Bull) or Tag me in a Tweet (@EnoBull) because I love this topic and will defend my stand til the music stops. I really wanna know how ya feel about it.
So like I said, the true meaning of a HomeWrecker, is he or she within the home, not the one who is passin by, just remember that and all will be fine.
Stay Up, Stay Faithful and Stay Tuned
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Rep Yo Set!
B-X-L!
I shouldn't have to tell ya anymore lol, check out the latest video from them Bronx Boyz.
This one is called 'The Kennel' produced by the Big Dog Pitbull herself DJ Jazzy Joyce!
So check it out, enjoy and keep supportin me by supportin my team. BXL! We just Brothers eXperiencing Life..
BXL - The Kennel
Don't forget to follow all of em on Twitter
BXL - @BXLMusic
Buddy Mylez - @BuddyMylez
Joe Dirt - @JoeDirt730
Severe Jones - @SevereJones
&
DJ Jazzy Joyce - @DJJazzyJoyce
Stay Up and Stay Tuned
I shouldn't have to tell ya anymore lol, check out the latest video from them Bronx Boyz.
This one is called 'The Kennel' produced by the Big Dog Pitbull herself DJ Jazzy Joyce!
So check it out, enjoy and keep supportin me by supportin my team. BXL! We just Brothers eXperiencing Life..
BXL - The Kennel
Don't forget to follow all of em on Twitter
BXL - @BXLMusic
Buddy Mylez - @BuddyMylez
Joe Dirt - @JoeDirt730
Severe Jones - @SevereJones
&
DJ Jazzy Joyce - @DJJazzyJoyce
Stay Up and Stay Tuned
Monday, April 26, 2010
My Guardian Angles
What's goin on Bull Penners. It would seem this blog is all about Pictures and art with all I've been givin you all April huh? Well let's just make April my unofficial month of Art and Photography.
But todays post has nothing to do with either or.
Did I ever tell ya what my first Tattoo really meant to me? Its more than just writings in ink for me. That Tattoo represent the 8 months in my life where everything changed. Lemme share with you:
April 26th, 2003.
We were all in Honduras for Easter/Spring Break and like always it was a great time, both my Grandmothers (Moms mom, and her older sister) took care of us, made sure our trip was the best it could be, you know, the works.
Well after all the festivities, Abuelita Ade (Grandma Adela - Mom's moms sister) was becoming sick. She's been sick before so I thought nothing of it, but by now she was 85 and it never occurred to me that this would be the last time she'd get sick.
I was 15, and that I could remember there hadn't been any deaths in my family.
So pretty much, in 15 years I hadn,t experienced the death of anyone I knew, til that night in the village of Santa Fe in Honduras.
Grandma had just come back from the Hospital in the morning cause she was sent a night or 2 before. So her coming back made me feel like she was gonna pull through. But she was in bed all day, so that kinda made me think twice. I asked Grandma (Moms mom) who's birthday was one day away "How's she doin? Is she getting better" still optimistic. And she replied "Ade se esta muriendo, ya no va amhorar" (Ade is dieing, she's not gonna continue to do better) the blunt words pierced my chest and it came to me at that moment that I would have to say bye to my grandma soon.
Sure enough, around 8:30pm (I believe) one of the elderly ladies from the town walked out onto the front portche of my grandmothers house where everyone was gathered to come say their good byes and give their respects for the family, and she said "Ya, se Fue Ade." (That's it, Ade has left) My grandmother had taken her last breath. I didn't immediately cry, but I did feel it. It wasn't until I walked into the house and saw her little sister (my gma) walking out of her room crying. I'd never seen my grandma cry til that day, all her daughters and grand children crying, of course I broke down and lost it too.
To think the beautiful, lil old Lady that was just talkin to me, telling me to behave myself a few days ago, reminding me to listen to my parents, and asking me "Tenes hambre" (Are you Hungry) lol, was now gone. The feeling was unexplainable, a feeling I had never felt before. One thing that hurt above all else is that the whole day I didn't walk into her room to say my last good bye. My grandma was always bad with saying good bye. Whenever we would be packed up and ready to come home we couldn't say "Bye Grandma" and let her see us leave. We would have to tell her the day before, "We're gonna go soon grandma" and on the actual day it was just a matter of going. So naturally I didn't say my final goodbye. But I did however write about it on an old MySpace Blog ( http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=57067794&blogId=114483961 )
But anyway, that's what it was. The great Circle of Life. Grandma left behind: 3 daughters and 2 son, 20 grandchildren (I know, damn lol), and 11 Great grandchildren.... And just like that, I experienced the beginning and end of life.
8 months Later, lil Baby Tamara had passed at the tender age of 5, but that's a whole different Blog post.......
So today, I just want ya to take a few seconds out your day and have a moment of silence for my grandma who 7 years ago today went to heaven to spend eternity with our Lord above. Thanks for lettin me share with ya folks. I luv all ya'll.
R.I.P Grandma.
Gone and Never Forgotten
But todays post has nothing to do with either or.
Did I ever tell ya what my first Tattoo really meant to me? Its more than just writings in ink for me. That Tattoo represent the 8 months in my life where everything changed. Lemme share with you:
April 26th, 2003.
We were all in Honduras for Easter/Spring Break and like always it was a great time, both my Grandmothers (Moms mom, and her older sister) took care of us, made sure our trip was the best it could be, you know, the works.
Well after all the festivities, Abuelita Ade (Grandma Adela - Mom's moms sister) was becoming sick. She's been sick before so I thought nothing of it, but by now she was 85 and it never occurred to me that this would be the last time she'd get sick.
I was 15, and that I could remember there hadn't been any deaths in my family.
So pretty much, in 15 years I hadn,t experienced the death of anyone I knew, til that night in the village of Santa Fe in Honduras.
Grandma had just come back from the Hospital in the morning cause she was sent a night or 2 before. So her coming back made me feel like she was gonna pull through. But she was in bed all day, so that kinda made me think twice. I asked Grandma (Moms mom) who's birthday was one day away "How's she doin? Is she getting better" still optimistic. And she replied "Ade se esta muriendo, ya no va amhorar" (Ade is dieing, she's not gonna continue to do better) the blunt words pierced my chest and it came to me at that moment that I would have to say bye to my grandma soon.
Sure enough, around 8:30pm (I believe) one of the elderly ladies from the town walked out onto the front portche of my grandmothers house where everyone was gathered to come say their good byes and give their respects for the family, and she said "Ya, se Fue Ade." (That's it, Ade has left) My grandmother had taken her last breath. I didn't immediately cry, but I did feel it. It wasn't until I walked into the house and saw her little sister (my gma) walking out of her room crying. I'd never seen my grandma cry til that day, all her daughters and grand children crying, of course I broke down and lost it too.
To think the beautiful, lil old Lady that was just talkin to me, telling me to behave myself a few days ago, reminding me to listen to my parents, and asking me "Tenes hambre" (Are you Hungry) lol, was now gone. The feeling was unexplainable, a feeling I had never felt before. One thing that hurt above all else is that the whole day I didn't walk into her room to say my last good bye. My grandma was always bad with saying good bye. Whenever we would be packed up and ready to come home we couldn't say "Bye Grandma" and let her see us leave. We would have to tell her the day before, "We're gonna go soon grandma" and on the actual day it was just a matter of going. So naturally I didn't say my final goodbye. But I did however write about it on an old MySpace Blog ( http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=57067794&blogId=114483961 )
But anyway, that's what it was. The great Circle of Life. Grandma left behind: 3 daughters and 2 son, 20 grandchildren (I know, damn lol), and 11 Great grandchildren.... And just like that, I experienced the beginning and end of life.
8 months Later, lil Baby Tamara had passed at the tender age of 5, but that's a whole different Blog post.......
So today, I just want ya to take a few seconds out your day and have a moment of silence for my grandma who 7 years ago today went to heaven to spend eternity with our Lord above. Thanks for lettin me share with ya folks. I luv all ya'll.
^Self Explanatory^
R.I.P Grandma.
Gone and Never Forgotten
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
EnoThaKickHead
What's goin on Bull Penners, Happy 4/20.
For those of you unaware, 4/20 is the international Day of Marijuana Smoking. (April 20th) so to all of those who blew it down, are blowin it down of will be blowin it down, Enjoy, its a Celebration Bitches!
But this Blog is about an addiction I once had (see how I tied that into the script) lol. Take it easy it wasn't a harmful addiction, but it was an addiction none the less.
I was a huge...... Sneaker Head. Lol. In fact I was sitting and thinking about it and I realized that my love for the sneaker game was one of the reasons why I picked up Photography.
How you ask, well I was a member of NikeTalk.com an online sneaker community for people just like me, people who love and collect kicks. Members would take great pictures of their kicks and I thought to myself this is what my pictures had to look like. But NikeTalk is a whole other post in itself.
So today, I decided to take pictures of my Grails (All-time favorite sneakers) and make them as artistic as possible.
Lemme tell you my history with these kicks before I show you the pics.
VIII's:
These are not, I repeat, these are NOT "Buggs Bunnies." Idiots. Anyway, the story with these:
1993:
I remember the morning my moms told me: "I'm giving your father some money so he can take you to buy some sneakers." I damn near wet myself from the excitement, I was only 6 yrs. old but I was already a sneaker fanatic. I asked mom "How much are you giving him?" She replied "$100" I then in a high pitched excited voice said "Oh man, with that money I can buy like 10 sneakers" she then told me "Good luck, $100 is not as much as you think, its only enough for one" either way I was dumb hype and when we got to the store I pointed at the ones I wanted, The New Jordans! Oh man, I got those joints and I didn't take em off til my foot grew out of em.
XIII's
These were released back in 1997, I remember my cousins Jun and Perse had gotten them. Jun got em cause he was working at the time, and Perse had got em cause my aunt bought them for him.
To me they were the craziest dopest lookin kicks since the VIII's. I remember feeling like I had to have em. I asked my mom, but by this time, my lil brother was already born, the days of being a fortunate and privileged only child were out the window and mom couldn't afford to just drop $100+ on just one pair of sneakers. (Thanks a lot Rudy, you bastard) so it was over for those.
Now that I'm older and have my own money, I made it my business to not only relive the joy of owning the VIII's but also to now finally have the XIII's. And I did just that.
I bought the VIII's (retro release) from a Fellow NikeTalk member for a cool $200.00 brand new un worn.
I bought the XIII's from a fellow SoleCollector (another Sneaker forum site) member for $275.00 brand new un worn (Original pair from 97) Soon after purchasing and now owning both my grails, my sneaker addiction started to die down til finally I damn near quit cold Turkey. Its almost like my addiction was a way to fill the void of not owning the pairs I wanted.
We'll I've bored ya enough, some of ya probably didn't even read all that. Lol, but without further delay check out these pics. (Click Pictures to Enlarge)
For those of you unaware, 4/20 is the international Day of Marijuana Smoking. (April 20th) so to all of those who blew it down, are blowin it down of will be blowin it down, Enjoy, its a Celebration Bitches!
But this Blog is about an addiction I once had (see how I tied that into the script) lol. Take it easy it wasn't a harmful addiction, but it was an addiction none the less.
I was a huge...... Sneaker Head. Lol. In fact I was sitting and thinking about it and I realized that my love for the sneaker game was one of the reasons why I picked up Photography.
How you ask, well I was a member of NikeTalk.com an online sneaker community for people just like me, people who love and collect kicks. Members would take great pictures of their kicks and I thought to myself this is what my pictures had to look like. But NikeTalk is a whole other post in itself.
So today, I decided to take pictures of my Grails (All-time favorite sneakers) and make them as artistic as possible.
Lemme tell you my history with these kicks before I show you the pics.
VIII's:
These are not, I repeat, these are NOT "Buggs Bunnies." Idiots. Anyway, the story with these:
1993:
I remember the morning my moms told me: "I'm giving your father some money so he can take you to buy some sneakers." I damn near wet myself from the excitement, I was only 6 yrs. old but I was already a sneaker fanatic. I asked mom "How much are you giving him?" She replied "$100" I then in a high pitched excited voice said "Oh man, with that money I can buy like 10 sneakers" she then told me "Good luck, $100 is not as much as you think, its only enough for one" either way I was dumb hype and when we got to the store I pointed at the ones I wanted, The New Jordans! Oh man, I got those joints and I didn't take em off til my foot grew out of em.
XIII's
These were released back in 1997, I remember my cousins Jun and Perse had gotten them. Jun got em cause he was working at the time, and Perse had got em cause my aunt bought them for him.
To me they were the craziest dopest lookin kicks since the VIII's. I remember feeling like I had to have em. I asked my mom, but by this time, my lil brother was already born, the days of being a fortunate and privileged only child were out the window and mom couldn't afford to just drop $100+ on just one pair of sneakers. (Thanks a lot Rudy, you bastard) so it was over for those.
Now that I'm older and have my own money, I made it my business to not only relive the joy of owning the VIII's but also to now finally have the XIII's. And I did just that.
I bought the VIII's (retro release) from a Fellow NikeTalk member for a cool $200.00 brand new un worn.
I bought the XIII's from a fellow SoleCollector (another Sneaker forum site) member for $275.00 brand new un worn (Original pair from 97) Soon after purchasing and now owning both my grails, my sneaker addiction started to die down til finally I damn near quit cold Turkey. Its almost like my addiction was a way to fill the void of not owning the pairs I wanted.
We'll I've bored ya enough, some of ya probably didn't even read all that. Lol, but without further delay check out these pics. (Click Pictures to Enlarge)
My main focus was the Lighting:
^XIII's and VIII's^
This is plain white Lights from the White Room
(My Bathroom)
I turned it Black and white and kept the reds.
^Used 2 lights for this one^
The Blue light in the background is from
a flashlight that I was holding.
The white one in the forefront is from my BlackBerry
^VIII Sole^
I held my BlackBerry over my head
to create a SpotLight
^XIII's Profile^
I placed the BlackBerry Light behind
the subject (the sneakers)
to create a different effect
^XIII's Sole^
This was plain lighting from the White Room
(my bathroom)
BONUS:
^Kick it Wide Screen^
I took this because I admire how
Similar yet how different these 2 are.
Black and White and kept the reds.
^Wearing my Grails^
A Picture I took a few months ago.
^SUPER THROBACK^
Me in 93'
My cousins leg is in the way, she was dancing in the shot,
but that's me in my 8's at age 6!
AAAOOOWW!!
You could never tell me I'm new to this Game!
Well how did ya like em? Hope ya appreciate the semi-alternative Art.
Stay Up and Stay Tuned....
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