Archive for March, 2008

26
Mar

Clientelle, Client-Hell

By Sirius 0 Comments
Categories: Creativity at It's Finest, Good Music and Theraputic Release

Hello world! Ok, so this morning at 6:15am , I received the spark to get my passion BACK when it comes to art! I have a client who requested a flier for a modeling event. I show her the proof, she loves it . . . I finish it up and send her the hi-res, she says I missed some info (OK, my fault) . . . I correct and shoot it back . . . NOW all of a sudden things are getting frustrating and she questions whether or not I’ve done this before. <insert crickets on top of dead silence> . . . ARE YOU SERIOUS!? CAUSE YOU CAN’T BE SIRIUS!! . . . I don’t trip though, I politely reminded her that she chose ME because of my work history, not by referral or even advertisement . . . she saw MY work and decided to come to ME. SO, I wouldn’t doubt one bit that she won’t do business with me after this is over done (that’s just the way they do you, there’s no loyalty), however, I must say I enjoyed this commission a great deal! I mean, just LOOK AT IT!

 

In The Spotlight FrontIn The Spotlight Back

 

. . . And that ain’t even the finished version! (will update once it’s done). Anyway, that rather pissed me off and I felt that passion come back to me! All I need now is a Canon or Nikon DSLR and I’ll be the baddest mofo around!

 

As for yesterday, well I’m better than before! I appreciate the support and encouragement from those that gave it: Intense, Tiki, A-Lu . . . you guys rock! lol . . . ok, back to work . . . I guess.

Emotions and business are the proper formula for failure. Do not mix these two acids for they are both combustible and highly unpredictable.
-Sirius

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25
Mar

Why?

By Sirius 2 Comments
Categories: Mama and Theraputic Release

Why? . . . Why is it that the good guys win last? Why do I prepare myself to do so much only for it to be not enough!? Why? . . . Why must everyone pull and tug at my ENTIRE being in order for me to fit their ideal mold of me? Why am I always this ideal guy in the beginning, but a fuckin pest after that? Why? Why do I love? Care? Give a fuck? WHY!?

 

I hate the fact I feel I have to even type these no answerable questions! I’m tired ya’ll I’m tired of being a granny’s boy, I’m tired of being a co-worker, I’m tired of being a friend! I’m tired of being an artist, I’m tired of being goofy, I’m tired of being an ass! I’m tired of shedding these tears! So much goes on in my life yet no one wishes to hear. So what do I do? I shut the fuck up! Then when I shut up . . . everyone thinks something is wrong with me! Ya’ll people are fuck up in the head, every single one. You want someone to satisfy you yet you KNOW you’re insatiable! You want someone to be there for you yet you push them away EVERY chance you get! I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you “normal” folk but you need to wake up!

 

FYI (for those nosy, quick to jump to conclusion ass motherfuckas): IT AIN’T JUST YOU! I’m talkin about everyone one I know in this blog. Ya’ll wig me the fuck out! EVERYONE from my Granny all the way to my co-workers have seemed to switch up on me! (sighs) . . . Truth be told, I’m not even sure who’s to blame. I got wrinkles I need to iron out on the inside. Lately I’ve been missing my mother and feeling spiteful towards my father. I’m going through my mode where I don’t feel like I have a family cause I bear my father’s name but live with my mother’s mother, who can’t stand my father and reminds me of it every chance she gets cause I look, laugh and have the same last name as him. Yeah, I know it’s not my fault . . . but I’m the only one receiving the prosecution.

 

Cancer . . . I hate it. If it wasn’t for that unsightly piece of shit, I’d still have the first woman I ever truly loved: My mother, Vickie LaSheryl Jones. She blessed me with life and lesson for 5 WONDERFUL years, then was snatched away a couple hours before I came home from school. I still remember it all, the last kiss, the last I love you, the last sight . . . everything! Most importantly, I remember some of the firsts too, the first adult conversation (yes I was five) about her death, the first time I disregarded her orders and the ass whoopin I recieved after it! LOL . . . I love that woman like no other.

 

If I’ve offended anyone with the above statements, I apologize most sincerely. I needed to vent but I didn’t want to call anyone and drop it all on them. I hope you all understand, it’s not you, it’s me. It’s just easier to blame someone else. Intense, if you’ve read this far . . . I hope your feeling better. Ashley Lu, D|N, 100, Tiki and the rest . . . I appreciate the love and support!

 

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The venom of pain has no cure. The only remedy is to let it cycle through your system. The time it takes to do so is dependent on how much was injected during the initial bite. Be cautious.
-Sirius

21
Mar

A little bit of Sunshine

By Sirius 0 Comments
Categories: Creativity at It's Finest and Good Music

    Ahh the wonderful feeling of creativity! Last night was spent typing away to a lovely instrumental created at the hands of the (soon to be) Legendary Yaya. I’ve titled the song Sunshine (due to change in the next five minutes) and I’ve decided to share a verse from it.

Season’s change and she’s the same, but with each new day there’s seeds to strain// revitalized by my fresh squeeze with eyes on the sunny side, and a voice that’s more alive than a sunrise// happy that I have her and she has me, can’t have one without the other// because she brings the rays to my tree to photosynthesize my life to eternity// and internally i’m catchin more than emotions, cause she nursed my sores with using more than a potion// my fine final fantasy, but this time the storyline doesn’t end in a tragedy// you can’t even be mad at me so many laughs and knee slaps at the fact that I’m an ass// that’s how it has to be, I can’t see the day that we’ll part, you changed my heart from Ice cold to hot from your spark

    . . . needless to say this is for **insert Leprechaun accent here** the LADIES!!! I like it so far (OH) before I forget, the topic was suggested NUMEROUS times by the Great Ashley Lu herself! So I thank her and my potna Yah for the assistance.

 

    Now, for those of you that think I’ve kicked 100, The Unmatched to the curb . . . YA WRONG! In fact he’s been assisting me with creating my own beats . . . yeah I know, new shit each month. THAT’S what makes me different . . . I guess. Speaking of different, expect to see some of my photography being posted also, along with Aybeci Clothing updates and new art to look at. If you were wondering . . . YES my External HD is back in business and the fires have been extinguished! On top of that, the flowers from FTD came, both bouquets came (YES, the first shipment turned out to be a full bouquet AND it was alive! WHOOP!), so I ended up with two bouquets of some stank ass Calla Lillies (they were beautiful though).

 

    So . . . I’m at work typing this nonsense and they have the heat on in here like I’m in Canada sippin Oreo Cookie Shakes from Jack in the Box while skinny dippin in a pool filled with water Lake Minnetonka. Game . . . blouses! LOL

Let’s what this inspires . . . from beginning to the end I intend for my entire tenure to be fire.
-Lupe Fiasco

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