Saturday, June 20, 2009

Weird Dough


Once Upon A Time...An idea was conceived and birthed on a day like any other in the midst of sunny L.A. 2008 after breathing in some natural smog. Naturally, my mind went sky high and just like any other cool kid who loved the natural chill, laid back lifestyle and look with a taste of originality... A simple yet concise idea became reality and the lights began to flicker as the thinking cap began to pay its dues. With places like the infamous Melrose, vintage shops and the endless boutiques selling their neat t-shirts, inspiration magically appeared to make dreams come true. Although she never knew how to draw on a professional level, her creative skills, vision and diverse culture allowed her to reach for the stars. Chillin' like a villian, thinking of a master plan. . . It was then discovered. Anyone who is someone meaning EVERYBODY has been referred to as a "weird-do.ugh" whether as a playful gesture or a down right insult. Nevertheless, we've all been there, even if it was said behind one's back. (Trust me. I know these things) Regardless of the specifics, we can all relate. Thus, the meaning of it all became clear. (This is not for the ordinary, so if you for some reason or another find yourself to be of such sort... Then, please excuse yourself now. Clearly this is NOT the place for you.) "I only get weird-do.ugh on days that end in y." (Get it? I knew you would.) Being born and raised in a city like Los (Angel)e(s) allows you the freedom and right to be who YOU want to be. Just because you've been called a weird-o.ugh once or twice, or maybe even more depending on the indivIdual doesn't mean harm but simply that you are different and this my friend is a good thing, unless of course your efforts are in vain. (Tisk. Tisk.) In hopes of going as far as possible with this movement because after all, the sky is the limit... Don't be afraid of the lifestyle that you so clearly love and support, and most of all deserve. After all, it's tattood. Yours truly,... street brand label founder. . .

Thank you very much for your patience.

So basically, I appreciate your love and support. Sooner than later, I will be posting replies to all of you wonderful bloggers. I can't tell you how much it means to me that you decided to share your life with me. Once again, thank you for your time. Holler. (:

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Vent.

While I completely understand if you, You, or even YOU may choose not to take on what I am here to offer, (which is completely understandable) I still welcome each and every individual reading this with not only an open mind, but heart. I am not here to judge, but understand.  Sometimes our insecurities or doubts lead us not to those close for questions to seek answers. We keep things bottled up inside because we choose not to share, or somebody worth enough to vent to. In many instances simply do not have anyone to share with. Regardless of your specific situation, I am here to help. How can I be of assistance? This is completely confidential except for the fact that because I want this not only to help you, but those who may be facing a simlilar problem... I will be doing  a sort of question and answer segment. In no way, shape or form will your identity EVER be given out. So, there is no need to go questioning your personal space or privacy. I am not here to embarass ANYBODY. All I ask for is your time, and the opportunity to give back to the community to those who may be facing some of the same struggles you are. I will be featuring your lives. It's all about YOU. Not only will I answer your questions at hand as best as I possibly can, but also in consideration to what's best versus what sounds good. I will in other words be keeping it real. PLEASE. Submit your questions or concerns to Ms.Seiko@gmail.com. I can't wait to hear from you all! I am just an email away. 

Thursday, March 12, 2009

B-Log

Check out the B-Log on (www.)BET.com/BaldwinHills.

...just saying.

Save the graces for amazing.
Go right first, for what's worth waiting.
Money is a guarantee, so I keep saving.
I stick to the code, what I know, know what I'm saying. . .
Blasphemous bastards will never earn my rotation.
It's ridiculous how many of us stay hatin'.
Ignorant to change, still dumb-y racist.
I'm made of IT, mutation.
Relation, we're all one, fuck faces.
Oh... please save us.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Be nice.

Once again, excuse the language. Enjoy.

...uh oh. . . Here comes trouble.

Based on actual events, , , Forgive me for using such foul language. You should in no way, shape or form ever take them offensively. Thank you and have a nice day. (0;