The powers that BE!

OK not on the cocky tip but I have some powerfulness inside of me and so does my crew! 1st thing you must understand is that all you need is a vision and some determination to make something happen, some people spend money and pay people to make their vision come true, a few select group make it happen them selves. There are few differences between the two, one of the biggest is their pursuit to glamor.

Type one: The payers are all about the price tag. I went to this fashion show at the club in bklyn, it was a reg party night, they paid for the spot as if one would if the had a table at the club, but they were just gonna do a fashion show. They came in a fly ass limo and the whole 9, however no one gave a fuck about the show.

At 2:30 am the DJ stops the party, makes people move off the dance floor for a fashion show they didn't even know was gonna happen. The club was full of women, all the models were women, and the designers were women. Do I need to say that it was mucho hate and a non-caring spirit all over the room. No one saw them come in the car but me cause I was bout to leave and it had to cost at least 2G's for the night. But they had to drop big bucks to show that they are the ish, and to me it didn't work.

These type of people will also blame everyone else because they paid them and they tend to be Divas on a tuna budget that only eat caviar.

Whats missing? creativity they have none what so ever and their only passion is how it makes them look. So having a clothing line is fancy and glamorous oh the frosty frosty.

Type two: The doers, these kids are just that, grown kids, their imaginations never seems to reach its peek. These are the people I bang out with. My good friend Quawna had a Bday party this weekend, and it was Barbie themed. She wanted a barbie cake, mac blush and shadow cupcakes the works. So she called the Powers that be and got our minds on it. She worked hard as hell with her own hands and creativity to make her vision a susses. A type two person would be too boushey to make their own cake.

Any how the party was live and with only 10 bucks in my pocket we rocked the fucking club, very happy to shear another Qbay with my Barbie and a nigga working out hard bout to start looking better then ken! Love you and to the Powers that be we the ish!

Remeber"Being fly is never hard if its in your blood" oh & "If you cant buy the bar.... Look like you can"- K. Youngblood

B Chronicles

It seems like all my life I’m going to be too young for something, and once I’m old enough for that thing I’ll be too young for something else. I swear I could be 100 years old and die, once I’m dead I bet someone will say “he was too young to die.” I’m sure at some point in their life everyone. It gets irritating as hell considering when it comes to most stuff I have more experience than people older than me. But people fail to realize (at the risk of sounding kind of stupid) I’m an old soul. I remember when I was 8 I was in a school choir in Barbados because I’m so awesome and talented. We had to raise money for a trip to Cuba, I had a solo was ready and excited as hell. I told my mom, we had the money but I was just too young to go to Cuba with people my family and I know won’t hurt murder and or rape me. But here is the kicker, my brother went to St. Lucia a year before my trip to Cuba. So while all of my friends were in Cuba singing for the poor and being waited on hand and foot by the hotel staff I was at school perfecting my times tables and eating food I don’t think I would even feed my dog. Now was that fair? Of course not, but in the eyes of my mother, I’m just way too young to leave the country. And I know what most people that read this are going to say, “you were too young, you were just a baby.” But take into consideration that my mom is the kind of parent that would tell me to go outside and play and LOCK THE DOOR behind me. So that means unsupervised for hours on end I would be outside with children my age whose parents do the same thing. Glorious adventures every day, and I lived a mile away from the beach so that was always an option for us. But the thing is my friends and I had something most people lack, common sense and I’m pretty sure my mother knows that. But you know there is always a way around certain age restrictions, not that I condone certain things but there is. I have two tattoos and I intend to get some more. I’m 16 and the legal age to get a tattoo is 18, my mother would never in a million years come with me to get a tattoo. So how did I get tatted when I was 15? My cousin is 19 and we do like alike in many ways, and I do look mature for my age. I took his id and went to a tattoo parlor. At the time I was working at the district attorney’s office making about 208 a week. I learned all of his information and went to the parlor if they didn’t believe me I always had the information on the card to back it up if they tested me. Now I have this sick tattoo on my right arm that truthfully I love and don’t regret one bit. Truthfully I do understand why most age restrictions exist, most kids are too stupid to do something serious that they won’t later regret and certain rules are there to prevent ignorant people from ruining their lives. I’m not stupid, I do have a good head on my shoulders. But I’m not going to lie I’m kind of rebellious, but my rebellious ways have brought some good things my way. I’m not the kind of guy that does every type of drug known to man and drinks every day. I’m a very relaxed yet eccentric person. I love weird stuff and I’m very curious keep reading if your that interested in Brian the Intern.

The Fitting!

Lets chat it up a lil and i must keep it oh so real! this whole show was a huge test of my faith not just in God but in my self, many problems had to be work through and oh so much thievery. The fitting is where we will start, it was great the looks were poppin and it made me extra hype for the show. However when everyone was gone I noticed that my Ipad was missing.
Yeah like gone, let me first say i was hurt like hell, but i couldn't think about it to much because so much was happening the show was in three days. What i learned from this whole thing is that Models are thieves lol, even T. Banks said she stole, but she was stealing from niggas paying her g's. anyhoo from now on every model is a a class thief who must the hawked and hounded.

See more pics here!

Being fly is never hard if its in your blood.
K. Youngblood