“Free”

Tylr

I’m not exactly happy, which  explains why I have decided to write. This is the opposite of what I advice, as I believe nobody should impose their unhappiness on other people ‘cos frankly, other people is a person that doesn’t care much (And who are you to judge her?).  On the flip side, even if you cared and took it upon yourself to find out the cause of my lack of joy, I won’t give you any definite answers; I like to come off as the dude with no Achilles heel and I’m learning how to sound like a politician.

Now that I’ve put that out there, I’ll like to state a few more premises before I go in on the post( I’m assuming this would actually help me by enough time to come up with something to write about). The posts on here would never be regular again. I apologize and I encourage you to accept change as I myself have had it forced down my throat with no vodka or whiskey to help guide it along. On the flip side I promise to continuously castigate what is wrong and praise what is right as I have done in the past. I will also do my best to point my lost comrades in the way of what is cool and away from what is not.

I’m listening to “through the monsoon”; it’s by my favorite German band, (as if I know any other German band, lol).  The lead singer is into androgynous looks and stuff. I’m not saying it’s an awesome thing to be into, but you have to admit he is entirely free from any boundaries society would like to place on him. As a matter of fact the only borders are the ones he places for himself.

Nick Wooster (yeah, hit Google for a bit) was asked what effect his awesome sense of style had on his self esteem. He tried to explain that it sort of put him on eggshells. In summary, He has to balance out looking good and expressing himself at the risk of being criticized by the very people he criticizes.

When you grow up, you will realize that freedom is a state of the heart. When you take a good look at the photos on the sartorialist, you will realize that all the people in the photos are free, in more ways than one.  On here, we are put in boxes, at our jobs, in our homes, in our families and the worst of all; in our wardrobes. A higher purpose of dressing (this too, will come to you when you get older) is to demonstrate freedom. Society expects you to wear black socks and keep them hidden. They expect you to come to work in a shirt, and ordinary trousers and stuff.

On the flip side, you are young, free and maybe even wild. This is why you will show up at the office in suspenders and chinos and Church shoes, by “Church” you know I’m referring to a label right?  . A sense of uniqueness, it’s sort of like a signature, a fragrance or something. Everything is put together in the right proportion and the message is conveyed via the outfit.  Life is too short to spend in a little box.

I finally changed the song, it’s still Tokio hotel, cos that’s how I feel and I secretly hope that one day I’ll wake up to and they would have put out a new album.

Shawarmah

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Trainspotting

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. These are the sort of posts that give away too much information. Oh well it’s my blog and you can hug a porcupine if you don’t like it. I’m sitting here, Waiting on my salary so I can pay for my new pants, I always imagined that the day I fall off a bike, I’ll lose a pair of pants at least. I prayed I’ll be wearing jeans and my least favorite shirt. I happened to not be wearing jeans on the day of the event. Faithful chick, she was with me even when I had no job and these broads said I wouldn’t amount to much. She’ll be missed.

Trainspotting , me and May stay looking for veins, in between quickies and make out sessions and stuff. We are young, wild and free. PDA, bright colors, bright ice cream and shorts and stuff. I stay blowing trees she stays blowing other stuff.
Well, May and I would exist If I was white and some senator did my bills and paid for my drugs. I stay trainspotting for outfits; Clothes that make me levitate and stuff. I don’t smoke, and my skin is too fresh to pierce. I show up in a good shirt at least, ‘cos I’m a principled person. Shawty said she doesn’t wanna put soap in her eyes; I try to make her see I want everything or nothing.

Everything or nothing, all brown brogues, anti – mediocrity, pink socks ‘cos I am above average. I fold my sleeves twice so you can get a good look at the watch, it’s better than yours and life is unfair. I am Trainspotting for clothes prominent enough to convey my feelings. He is Egocentric and unapologetically rebellious. On the flip side aren’t we all guilty of one evil trait or the other.

I took my heart off my sleeve so I don’t stain it, I’m sticking to the script and making amendments for all the times I erred . Brown brogues, brown monks, trainspotting, I keep chasing these highs; it’s what happens to us junkies. You wouldn’t know how this feels would you?

Shawarmah.

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Thobes, Kimonos

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My Interviewer asked me what I want; I looked the niqqa in the eye and I told him a lie. I couldn’t tell him I want to design marketing campaigns that would be significantly impressive , regardless of whatever scale they are measured with.

When I was a kid I wanted to be a scientist. There is a lot of ambiguity in the sentence ,as there are several kinds of scientists. However, it was a real desire, it wasn’t contaminated by society and lack of jobs and stuff.

We live in a place and in a time where ppl take whatever comes to them. We are almost incapable of choosing. Well, I’m no hero, and personally I don’t find those capes attractive.

I’m too selfish to try to save the world and stuff. I just don’t wanna walk around in a box. I wanna live free and express myself as much as possible. I don’t wanna have to wear pants all the time, I wanna wear linen shorts and slippers and stuff.

I’m too rebellious to take what comes to me, I might even show up in classic shell toes and ankle socks, and when they ask me, I’ll blame my feelings.

I didn’t ask for my wings, all I’m asking for is space to use them. I wanna wear kimonos a few times. And I wanna show up in an all white thob and a yellow rolex. And when they start to feel heavy, I’ll change into bape T’s and shorts and slippers.

I didn’t ask for the wings, All I want is space to use them. That’s what this is about; Space and ermm, fuel too. Like my boy always says, I need more options . I bet you do to, cos u keep dressing the same way all the time and stuff.

And its a wrap, foiled moi moi :|

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