GUEST BLOGGER: Runway J

So, Guest Blogger Week was actually supposed to be sometime in July, but.. let's just say it didn't quite pop off how I had hoped it would. Nevertheless, my main man Brooklyn aka Runway J gets it poppin in this article about fall fashion... what's haute, what's NAWT, and all that's in between... he even kicks a lil knowledge! So let's all take a page from Diddy & LET HiM BE GREAT! Hope you likey as much as I did ;) --->kaeskai outtttt*



With the advent of the whole D.O.A. Movement, I find it my duty as a Brooklynite to discuss other bad habits that should be pronounced dead. Before we know it, we will be back in school... which means more people to meet... more networking, more parties, more gear, more trends... and so on and so forth. Attending St. Johns University, I have seen a plethora* of trend- humping biters... with no sense of fashion, creativity, or identity...((I blame the music industry.. rappers in particular, for killing fashion))...nonetheless...this is where people like myself and my lil sis Boston thrive off of being unique and inventive. It's 2009 and we're going into fall...RIP to monogram aka all over print...u know all the G's, LV's, COACH logos all over the place, dead that shit. It don't deserve a casket. I do have a pair of summer 2006 Guccis with monogram print in the arsenal that I use sparingly; you can only do so if you have versatility in the closet. But I digress. I have a bit of helpful advice for all my college students who like the idea of being "IN" ...just follow the acronym K.I.S.S...KEEP IT SIMPLE, STUPID! ...or for my fashionably sound people, chic...fuk what it is, whether there's a logo or not...go with simple and get more out of it...it's kool to look like u get fly without thinking about it...it's not kool to look like you was in your room for 2 hours asking people what looks good and what doesn't...speaking of what's good and what's not...the song "Who's Real" comes to mind..and with that I must emphasize an important rule..DON'T WEAR FAKE GEAR!! If u kant afford it, don't worry about it...a well put- together Rocawear outfit is going to be way smoother than a fake pair of Guccis. Fake shit doesn't rock. Point-blank. Period. Furthermore ,I must also add that "swag" is a thing of the past...once a word white folk used to describe one's cool demeanour has now crawled into Harlem and spread out to all urban areas alike. The term has now been oversexxed...if one can only describe their persona with using "swag," all they're implying is they are weak- minded individuals swayed by the media...the only people who should have any influence over us are those with our best interest at heart or our role models who we should strive to be better than. It's just food for thought...my niggas get a plate.
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I'm Wired UPPP!

VIBE Magazine is coming back! There is hope for my internship, after all! Does this mean VIBE Vixen is coming back? Where is Zanielle?? You ready? Let's go get 'em baby!*

Who ARE These People??

I haven't done one of these "quote" posts in a whileeeeee. I haven't even been properly documenting the ridiculous things people say! But there are some that you just never forget. For example...

"Damn, I wish I was more regular. Why does my face have to be so pretty... I can't use anybody's ID because I'm so badd."

"She's boring, Boston! Even texting her is boring! She doesn't even make me say LOL."

(in OJ Da Juiceman voice) "Turn the TV up til it can't go no louder. Turn the TV up til I run out of power!"

"Kyle, why do you hang out with her? She's such a grump. She pushes you around and tells you what to do."

"She irks me, tryna kick knowledge! Like, you aint true to this. You NEW to this!"

"Oh trust I ain't believe him then & I dont believe him now. I scoff at his oversized striped polos & his Target jeans. Get a haircut! Turn your swag up!"

"When should we tell him that he sucks as a rapper and should really start thinking about college?"

That's all folks*

QUESTiON OF THE DAY: Do You Ever Have One Of Those Days?

Lemme lay it out play by play, kiddos. It was Wednesday. I was planning on continuing my job hunt when my mother rushes into the bathroom where I was brushing my teeth & hands me the phone. Shazzam! Just like that, I have an interview! At Steve Madden! If you know me, you know I have been saying how badly I want this job since before I got home! Okay! So now of course, I must dress the part & bring myself down to Newbury by 4:30 to see the manager. I con Daddy Lartey into driving me to the spot, & I walk in with my head held high. I walk out with a job. This excites me to my core, so much so that I decide to treat myself to a bag of Snyders Dips, which, in case you don't know, are the most delicious chocolate covered pretzels in the WORLD. So I float on to 711, feeling good cuz I have a flyy new job & looking good cuz I feel good & my shoe game is mean as ever.. grrr. Hair blowing in the breeze & all that. Skin glistening all bronze-y & all that. Lip gloss poppin & all that.

While in line, a band of men walks in & one tells me I am beautiful. I smile. Now usually, I would shut homeboy down when he asked me to take down his number, but I entertained his small talk, however small, because he was so tru. Y'know how guys tell girls they're beautiful because they tryna sleep with 'em & we're not supposed to believe them? I believed homeboy. He wasn't lying. I felt beautiful. And even as I pretended to save his number and walked out to the 39, I was a wee bit grateful for shorty. See, I already knew I was hurtin 'em when I stepped out the OC; that was the idea... look good, bag the job. But sometimes, it feels good for somebody other than moi to appreciate my flyy. And if that sounds stuck up, you already know. Personal problem, bebe*

Lunchtime With Philly, Tre, & Grandpa Goddard

I hate to post two "quote" blogs back to back, but my friends were TOO funny yesterday. So here we go.

"I been playing Pokemon, I been BUSSiN ass!"

"I don't want a pit. They mean."
"They mean to everybody. Don't take it personal."

"When he gets drunk? Ugh, I be sooo happy for him!"

"I wanna look into my future. Like if I'ma be working a 9 to 5? My whole life? Tryna make ends meet? F*ck that."

"You be like "Oh my damn, what the sh*t!"'

On being drunk, but not to the point where you get "stuck."

"This is the line between the greatest... and being f*cked up. You gotta kiss the line. You can't be like "F*ck you, line!" No, you gotta f*ck wit the line."

On failing French class every semester:

"First semester, my father was like "Darren get that sh*t together." Second semester: "Darren, get that sh*t together, for real." Third semester, he was like, "that's not your sh*t. F*ck it."'

On niggas not having housing next year:

"It's gon be cold commuting from Manhattan to here everyday. Like, not even cold... like it could be hot outside but, in your heart? It's gon be cold."

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Keepin it Trill...

"I thought I told you to die."

"We actually have an Extenze commercial break... So fellas, if ya feelin a little small? Kae Kae, if ya man's a little small..."

"No more Spin the Bottle. Now, your head will be spinning after you drink the bottle."

"He's like a walking... apartment building."

"Somebody's lookin a little... finished."

"Anybody wants to eat candies?!"

"Krystle! You can't be strong and wrong!"

"Awww, let's all get married. So we can forget what the hell happened!"

"I'm just not ready for it. I'm just not mature enough. Like, son, I know I'm not mature enought for it."

"What, for Henley, nigga??"

"I hate y'all askin azz niggas!"

Dani on the swine flu killing eses:

"Y'know, I don't like them Messykins all in my home... but when they in Messyco... I feel sorry. I like them. I feel sad for them."

"Twitter's only for real niggas. If you're not a real nigga, don't get a Twitter."

"Nah, at Rutgers we don't have any rules. Except for... don't die."

"It was hot... then it was breezy... it was hot and breezy."

"You look like somebody." "I know, I felt like somebody!"

"I almost took off my BCBG shoe and threw it at her! But it was BCBG."*

Kory Says...

Bad news, bros. I hear that Kory Campbell may be leaving me in NY next semester, and that means he will no longer be "saying." I am near tears! Who DOES this, Kory??? Anyway. Let's keep the spirits up for what may be the last Kory Says... =(

Dani- "All their weaves look good."

Kory- "Naw, f*ck no! Some b*tches weave looks terrible."

Dani- "Kory, you okay? You seem angry."

Kory- "Naw, man, I'm good. Why y'all keep askin me if I'm angry. I'm chillin! But if I am angry? Don't ask me. There's nothing that no one can do. It's in me. Only I can change my situation."

Deeeeeeeeep.

i MiSS HiM ALREADY!!!*

Top Five Reasons Girls Hate Us

An unfortunate experience outside the club this past weekend disturbed me to my core and made me realize that... jealousy is poisonous! I have never understood why girls have to be such venomous haters-- it's digusting! Taisha & I were discussing it, and came to the conclusion that our clique is the LAST group of girls ANYBODY should hate. We're very friendly. Tons of fun. We radiate positive energy from a mile away... who wouldn't love us? Hating azz byrds. These are the Top 5 reasons I feel like girls hate us.

1. We're cute. (If this sounds a lil cocky to you, that might be a self- esteem issue.) There are a gazillion beautiful girls in the world... I don't get why girls hate other girls for being pretty. Personally, I compliment my fellow flyy girls on the daily. These Hatin Azz Byrds (or HABs) would rather whisper amongst themselves about how cute we "think" we are. I'm sorry. I never walk out the house under the false impression that I am cute. It's never a matter of thinking. No matter what I have on, I know I'm fabulous. Hate on that!*

2. We're happy. HABs can't stand to see other girls smiling. It's like we offend them by having unGAWDLY amounts of fun. You ever sittin pretty with your clique, laughing so hard that your eyes begin to water & from your peripheral notice a girl looking at you with the stank face? Maybe if she wiped the scowl off her face, she would be a lil more happy with herself.

3. We're social butterflies. Because we're always happy and smiling and having unGAWDLY amounts of fun, people gravitate to us. We make friends very easily. And I'm not just saying this, people have been telling us all year that we are a "great group of girls" and that we're fun to be around. And there is nothing a HAB hates more than girls who get attention from boys. It's like we personally offend them every time a guy comes to sit with us. I don't apologize, you HAB. It's not my fault that I bring all the boys to the yard. *shrugs*

4. They think we're slores. Since we bring all the boys to the yard, HABs wonder why. Why do all the boys wanna be friends with us? Duh! We must be sleeping with 'em. Why else would they be showing so much love? The funny thing about this is that most HABs are sloring anyway. And men don't respect slores. Maybe if you kept your legs closed and intrigued them with your mind, you would get a lil more respect.

5. They wanna be us!*

I will leave you with this Chris Rock quote: You would think by now women would rule the world, but we don't. You know why? Women hate women.

For Your Entertainment*

"Hey sexy, do you remember me?"
"I was drunk!"
-Taisha giving a Strip whore the guns

"You look... not... straight."

"I think she's lying about having a boyfriend." "I think... she's lying about being a woman."

"F*ck you, Daddy! I'm goin to see Aunti Tai Tai!"

"Softball is not a real sport. It's a variation of a sport. That's like saying "My favorite sport is basketball in a wheelchair.'"

"I don't mix sh*t. I only mix liq with more liq. I'm not tryna have a drink, I'm tryna get f*cked up."

"Hell yea, I got a boyfriend! I just got 'im today!"

"Damn, you can ask before you put your foot in the same shoe my foot is in!"

"Wait. I saw the new Gucci sneakers I need in my life. They white. And green. With red shoestrings."

"I'm about to be blasted son! Blasted son!" "son. are you telling me because you know I wouldn't believe you otherwise?"

"As soon as he opens his mouth, it's just heaven."

"Don't try to be like "Five missed calls, I'm so popular!' No one likes you."

"Call on God! you'll never get a busy signal."

And on Popeye's Pay Day, there were a whole slew of quotes that deserve their own section:

"Niggas loaf a lot." "Not on chicken!"

"C'mon son, sell me a piece of chicken for a buck!"

"I don't want the leg unless you tell me I could have a leg cuz you like legs."

"Son that's tight! You swindled but I feel like I swindled. That's a super swindle! So you know what that means... Popeye's got swindled!"