D:
As day comes and night falls
For the rest of our life we’ll miss y’all
And even though life must go on, we’ll still mourn
While wishin’ y’all were home
Love ya DozyDoz
Ever have those days where you feel like Goldilocks? When a certain song, food dish feels juuuuust right?
Well, today my senses are craving Coffee crisps, Pho and this song:
.. There’s nothing you can’t do..
“Making a decision was only the beginning of things. When someone makes a decision, he is really diving into a strong current that will carry him to places he had never dreamed of when he first made the decision.”
Yes, I am finally giving this a chance, and I am so grateful that I did.
I am still in the middle of reading Paulo Coelho’s #1 best seller… but couldn’t resist from putting up this quote. I am so inspired, and Im not even finished yet!! In regards to “following your dreams”, the “universal” message (if you will) is the same for everyone – that everybody has their own “Personal Legend” to follow. We all need different kinds of interpretations to motivate ourselves.. and this book is simply another assimilation. There’s only a handful of fiction I can handle (I have no patience, and there’s so much bullshit out there).. but this book is so easy to get lost into.. I love the way Coelho writes and his little comparisons… If you feel like you are stuck in a rut, please read this.. It’s uber easy to read, and it speaks to your heart and soul.
Passion (from the Latin verb patior, meaning to suffer or to endure, also related to compatible) is an emotion applied to a very strong feeling about a person or thing. Passion is an intense emotion compelling feeling, enthusiasm, or desire for something. The term is also often applied to a lively or eager interest in or admiration for a proposal, cause, or activity or love.
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“Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening.”
- Coco Chanel
Sounds a lot like “Stop this Train”, but it’s ok I still heart you JM.
“Who says I can’t be free
From all of the things that I used to be
Rewrite my history
Who says I can’t be free”
Cheesey post. This is what I got out of my jigga experience. May not make sense – did not care to construct my sentences or paraphrase. Fluff or not, I don’t care this is my blog (“so either love me or leave me alone“). Consider yourself warned.
To me, there is a degree to life that is just a string of moments. There are those moments that you share with others, and then there are those moments that are yours, and yours to keep.
I used to think that everybody viewed music the same way as I did. I thought it was everybody’s soul medicine, it made everything okay. And then that day arrived when I realized I was just being egocentric. It used to really bother me that nobody understood the way music made me feel. No scratch that, the way hip hop makes me feel. I gotta be honest yo, as open as I am to all genres of music, and as much as I would love to say that I love it all.. I don’t. My one and only true love is hip hop. I cannot vibe to anything else but that. I listen to Tribe on the daily, it’s like reading the bible for my soul. I listen to Nas/Talib/Commonwhen I feel like my spirits need to be up lifted or feel like I can relate to somebody. I listen to Drake when I am day dreaming or boom bap/golden era shit when I wanna dance, and Dre/Warren G/cudi when Im blazed. I listen to Jay-Z for all of the above. Obviously Im leaving a lot of amazing artists out but you catch my drift. It’s to the point where in the past, I have even based relations with peeps in regards to hip hop (and wrongfully so). But that’s another story. Anyways, Im not tryin to play myself as this hip hop nazi who knows everything and only listens to hip hop and frowns upon people who don’t “know” or appreciate it the way I do.. fuck I know, everybody has their own ish. I just needed to explain myself before I get to my point, which is, I always had this thing where I HATED to be misunderstood. I absolutely NEEDED people to understand me and what I was tryin to do/say otherwise it would just eat me alive. I guess this was pretty much in direct relation to caring too much about what people thought. We tend to view ourselves in how we relate to others.. and it can become cloudy when you don’t have that time to reflect on your own.
What I realized last night, is it’s ok to be misunderstood.. it’s ok for people to judge on their own basis. People will see what they choose to see… Obviously this is what allows for connections with the people who DO understand you and appreciate it just as much as you do. And even when they do, I have realized that sometimes THAT feeling isn’t even enough. And sometimes no matter HOW much you explain yourself, they may never understand.
What I experienced last night at the Jay-Z concert was beyond amazing. It may have been mediocre to some, it may have not been enough for many.. but to me it was everything. In that moment I realized that I have never felt this happy.. and it is because It has been a dream of mine for years, and it actually came true. It was such a beautiful crazy personal experience that is MINE and for ME to feel.. and THAT is empowering. These days, with the media being such a huge role in our lives, we become desensitized to so many things.. But this? This made me feel so much love and oh so blessed. Tell me, what is better than that!?
I have this thing.. where as soon as I hear a really positive quote/lyric or an amazing song..WHATEVER, I have this immediate urge to just share. Share it to the world! I’ve been doing so much sharing that I haven’t kept enough for me. I can tell people it was the best concert I’ve ever been to all I want, but I know it is physically/emotionally/mentally IMPOSSIBLE for them to see it EXACTLY the way I do.. That shit used to bother me.. but I don’t care anymore.. cuz it’s mine. I don’t need anybody to share it with me, it’s mine!!
I acknowledge that there’s the whole don’t give a shit about what other people think, you can’t live your life at the expense of others.. I know you feel me. But at the same time, there are some things that are just sacred. And they are meant to be private. And just cuz you keep quiet about that, doesn’t mean you are holding info in at the stake of revealing your own insecurities. That’s another thing I have realized by just conversing with a new friend, you don’t give a shit about what other people think not because you are a complete senseless asshole – you simply don’t let it effect you and your inner steez. “No matter where you go, you are what you are player.. And you can try to change but that’s just the top layer”… Well said Mr. Carter, well said.
But comically, here I am sharing my own personal experience with the world yet again.. so that being said.. I know now to treat my feelings and thoughts as immaculate jewels.. and to only share with people who I KNOW will appreciate it and will be happy because I am happy… or to those who you know need some sort of guidance and is open to it. Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t a “fuck y’all, you dont get me” kinda attitude.. it’s a “you have yours, I have mine.. why can’t we all just get along?” type of thing. Gotta stop wearing my heart on my sleeve.. gotta protect myself before I riggity riggity wreck myself.
To be brutally honest, I feel a little juvenile to be posting all this and have contemplated not even sayin jack all.. but whatever it is what it is. It’s SO easy to acknowledge, realize and know.. but aligning the actual thought with your heart is a completely different story. I mean.. I’ve “known” of this for so long, but have never actually had to apply it really… if that makes any sense. If not, feel free to ask… At the moment, Im way too mentally tired to explain myself any further haha..
Ahhh.. and release.. unorganized random senseless venting has never felt so good.
p.s. wow i sound like a crazy person on 3 hours of sleep
Looking down on others due to lack of self and benightedness does not give you any reason to propel judgement in anyone’s direction.
That is all.
Kind regards,
justeezy
Music will be abundant this week, and can’t fall at a better time than during the week of Thanksgiving.. cuz dayum am I thankful! Music puts me in a place of humbling love and appreciation.
Jigga, NERD, J. Cole & Wale TONIGHT!@#!!!!!!
Dragonette (thanks again Rox) and Mark Farina on Thursday!
One of my life long dreams has been to travel from city to city for the purpose of seeing (good) live music.
One day? ♥
My Reflection Eternal favorite of all time. Each verse is his view on a different kinda love – some of the different kinds of the languages of love… I LOVE the way Talib rhymes – how can you not?! But what I love the most about him is his perception on life, and how he’s choosing to deal with the music industry. I remember reading in an article once he said “Ain’t nobody making music to not be heard and the easiest way to be heard is to be on the radio, but you should never compromise who you are, your values or your morals.” (source) And I can’t forget Hi-Tek… shit, this beat makes my heart flutter nawhutimsayin haha.
Makes me kinda reflect on my life and I have always, and will continue to live my life through love. Love meaning via compassion and respect with a dash of sensitivity and a smidgen of hope. “Yo, wherever you want to go love’ll take you there.” Anyway, the 3rd verse has always blew me away. Even though it’s definitely not something I want right now, this is how I imagine true love to be.
Some of y’all in love with that material but
love enter my life like a miracle and
It reciprocal that’s why I’m feeling you love
We exibit our natural behavior
Like making love under the moon in Jamaica
Get you so hot you call the name of the creata
The morning we hop back into action again
Up on the wall lovin how the sun blacken your skin
Remember when we explored the beach
Swam in the ocean and saw beneith
How the colors of the coral reef looked like the illest floral peice
That’s what your beauty remind me of
It’s hard to find a love like ours, taking it high above
Them other duns try to spit game but, I dont sweat it though
Know in my heart that we connected so I let it go
Now if they call you out your name and that’s a different thing
Anything but Queen I’ll go to war like a King
Your friends sweat you cause you aint got a band
But they dont understand
Some things is meant to stay between a woman and man
And they ain’t privy to it so they try to get into it
Both you and me see through it so the way we flow is fluid
We speak the love language, they speak from pain and anguish
Some don’t love theyselves so they perception is tainted
Out they joint like “Shit, he payin for your rent” missin the point
When you rub me into your skin just like an ointment
It’s more than pillow talk, it can’t be translated
Learn how to speak it, and become emancipated
It’s a language
This is a true story. Some years ago the following exchange was broadcast on an Open University sociology TV programme.
An interviewer was talking to a female production-line worker in a biscuit factory.
The dialogue went like this:
Interviewer: How long have you worked here?
Production Lady: Since I left school (probably about 15 years).
Interviewer: What do you do?
Production Lady: I take packets of biscuits off the conveyor belt and put them into cardboard boxes.
Interviewer: Have you always done the same job?
Production Lady: Yes.
Interviewer: Do you enjoy it?
Production Lady: Oooh Yes, it’s great, everyone is so nice and friendly, we have a good laugh.
Interviewer (with a hint of disbelief): Really? Don’t you find it a bit boring?
Production Lady: Oh no, sometimes they change the biscuits…
The Moral(s) of the story:
* Do not impose your own needs and ambitions on to other people who may not share them.
* Don’t assume that things that motivate you will motivate someone else.
* Recognize that sources of happiness may vary widely between people.
Wale came to get it for real, I love the way he tells this story..
“I’ve been living in hell so death can never fade me,
bullets penetrate me, but they can never phase me
I can never face me again, cuz I hate me
So tell him I been dead he killed me when he made me,
he killed me when he made me, tell him I been dead”
So.. a little behind on posting photos, my bad.
We spent the majority of the second day recovering from the night before. We thought we were 19 years old again or somethin’, thinking we could pull that shit off haha. But that’s aiite.. cuz the evening made up for it – Idle Warship live at Yoshi’s (Thanks again Alex, for hookin it up), and then a walk ‘n bake sesh (Thanks again Kris, for hookin it up haha) – wandering the streets of downtown at 1am. Honestly, nothing too too crazy but this night was probably my favorite evening.. I love venturing and random shit… Geenz and I are such night owls too, so felt like we could appreciate things a little more. Less crowded, more room for mischievious behavior. Being in the state that we were in, we stupidly ordered a 14″ pizza (and mistakenly received a 16″).. So just imagine 2 girls walking downtown at 2am on a Friday holding a huge mutha fuckin pizza box…. You can imagine the type of attention we attracted….. Besides the obvious bums and drunken douches, this included 2 lads singing RnB sex songs who followed us for blocks upon blocks. Yes, they were slightly overweight. (Sorry, no photos.) In retrospect, we totally should’ve sold the pizza by the slice since we pretty much only had 1-2 slices each.
Photos are a little dark, my apologies, but I think they reflect the hazyness of the night quite nicely haha.
Twas easy to feel like queens @ The Palace Hotel..
Believe it or not, this was my first time seeing palm trees in person.
“Life’s creative solutions require alonetime. Solitude is required for the unconscious to process and unravel problems. Others inspire us, information feeds us, practice improves our performance, but we need quiet time to figure things out, to emerge with new discoveries, to unearth original answers.”
- Dr. Ester Buchholz
