The Galaxian ABC's.

Alright, I guess I need to jot a few thoughts down tonight in our journal, but once again where do we begin?

And how....

Let's have a little fun on tonight....

A night to relax that seems to be what's in store for tonight.  Just got done watching the Lakers/Thunder from yesterday afternoon.  It was a good one.  It followed the Heat game which they lost in Double OT to the Celtics.  Those are my teams the Heat and Laker Nation.  I don't know if it's the glamour factor, or what, but...I guess I just like sexy teams or teams that have drama surrounding them.  Guess it just adds to the game, life cannot be boring, it has to have some energy.  It hurt me not to be able to watch the games yesterday, but I had no choice cuz I got caught up into....

Bieber Fever.  Yes, the teenage heartthrob with 50 billion Twitter followers was in town this weekend, and yours truly was at the American Airlines Arena, all day, and literally all night for this spectacle.  I've never seen so many teenage girls at one gathering in my life, except for like those old Nickelodeon Kids Choice Awards back in like '93.  But there was no orange blimps in the building, just all this screaming and stuff.  Bedlam.  Biebs got on stage later than UPS delivery here in South Beach, like really late.  10pm or so to be exact.  And all these parents asking me what's up, and I'm just thinking, "This dude owes me 16 bars on a future remix, for what I had to put up with tonight."  He has a unique fan demographic.  Wonder what's gonna happen when we get famous?  Humm....Sure our fan demographic is gonna be all over the board, it has to be, cuz all these stories can relate to so many people, we know it.  I'll be reserved if I didn't play my favorite Justin song tonight.  Don't tell nobody, but here it is....Shhhh..

Cat Swagger.  We've been saying that living here in South Beach has opened our eyes up to some wild stuff.  One thing, is the amount of Black Cats living down here in tha 'hood.  I mean, there are so many, I think tha are building a new Cat Condo designed by the firm Felix and Jerry right off Ocean Drive down here!  In tha alley of course!  They got life so good though, people feeding them.  I put this on Kate Upton doing the Cat Daddy that this morning I saw a cat actually take his food from the sidewalk and eat in the middle of the street.  Like, he was an outcast from the family.   I mean what do u call the black sheep of a family of black cats?  But he was eating breakfast...Ooops, I'm sorry these are black cats here in South Beach who were probably partying all night, so he was eating dinner in the middle of Jefferson Ave.  Talking about swagger being on max, huh?

Danger Mouse.  Yes!  I finally got the first seasons of Danger Mouse on DVD.  This guy is so freakin' cool.  Hey, ain't that sumthing that we follow up talking about gangster cats by talking about a Private Eye mouse!  No wonder I'm single right now!! I got sum serious issues...But anyway, I hit up Spec's whose had that Store Closing sale going on in Coral Gables/South Miami off of US 1.  I went in there for all times sake. It was packed, but dude they had some deals.  I got that new Usher for like $5...along with some other stuff.  Us here in Miami, love a good deal.  We may not visit a store or buy a product for years, but once they say they going outta business, we be there quicker than light turning red in Little Havana!  I love that cartoon so I'm gonna get it in big time, for old times sake.

Eating Out.  I've been so concerned with my "diet" or as I like to call it, "Nutritional and habitual digestive gestures" that I haven't gone out to kick it hard in a little bit.  The Ale House in Kendall was cool the other night...late night.  But I think that white bread bun on that Maui Fish Sammich, put the big money Floyd Mayweather on me.  I think its a flat low down dirty shame, that now I have to carry my own bread into a restaurant.  It was enough that I got to walk in with a Satchel Paige full of Lousiana Hot Sause, Kraft Light BBQ Sauce, grapes (Don't ask!) and some Ragu Super Vegetable Primavera sauce, just to make sure my meals are right!...I think I'm turning into one of those people.  I don't know who they are, but u know them, and I know them, and I'm turning into one of them.  And u know exactly what I'm talking about.

Fun.  Like, "Duh!"  Does anything else even fit there?  Like...He...lllooo!!!

God.  Really appreciative about our life right now.  And God has like 10% to do with it, and...that's a bad religion joke.  But for real, we've been so super on the go as of late.  Trying to enjoy life, doing our best to get through some long work days and stuff, and of course dealing with chicken hea....I mean girls.  So for us to still be able to write and smile, and work out like a pro athlete is nothing short of a miracle.  Love or hate it's so true.  G is for the Big Gizzy.

Hair.  So what should we do next?  Down here in Miami, like everything goes.  Long hair, colored hair...which by the way looks good on some girls we've seen.  It's all about ur personality.  We didn't know our fade-hawk was so much of our image after we got it cut.  Lots of people just looked at us like, "First Ludacris, then it was Miley Cyrus, now u r on that hair experiment tip."  I'm thinking something like a fro hawk in a 50's James Dean front so it over hangs.  Has to be something that only we'll have though.  I'm sure it'll hit us.

I. vs. Me.  This was on my mind on today.  Am I just too much of a like snobby person?  Like, ok, I was watching Rules of Engagement on TBS and...beep it, she might be reading this...I was watching Bianca Kajlich, who might be my TV crush for the week ending Feb. 2nd , I know ur married, but...call me....Anyway, I was looking at the storyline of marriage, and having kids.  And I was just like, I'm totally not ready for that at the momento.  I mean, I don't know what I'll even feed my kids.  I'll probably get called by Child Services for feeding them pasta and turkey everynight.  And as soon as one of them say, "Thanksgiving was two months ago."  I promise you, I'll tell 'em that I gotta go to Blockbuster to get Home Alone 6:  The Parents Revenge, walk out the door, and jump into the ride, going bout 60 down Collins Ave., with Sinatra crooning... "I did it My Way" in the background!  Ha!!  Dead serious son....I'll have them, with the right gal, just not ahora.

Juxtapositon.  What tha heck does that mean?  Here I am reading upon secret spots to creep around the world, and I come upon this word.  Let me see.  It's defined as this.  That's perfect.  I like this word.  Now...how do I pronounce it?  It's like having somebody u like, who's name is tough to pronounce?  Her name is Torereesah, and she like, "just call me Bubbles.", and u like, "Where does that fit from ur name?"  But if calling u Bubbles is gonna lead to us sharing champagne bubbles, then freaking, call me soap, cuz bubbles it is.  And I got a spare bottle of Mr. Bubbles in my trunk just in case its one of those lucky nights, if u know what I mean!! (Wink!)

Kangaroo.  When was the last time u heard somebody say they saw a kangaroo hopping around town the other day?  Sometimes u just miss those old days where u didn't know if Leroy down the street was making stuff up or if it was actually fact.  U thinking he might be just talking crazy as usual...then again...he might just be telling tha truth! The Hood News Network..."Where u get news first, but we suggest a second source!"

L-O-V-E.  I gotta say this, I think yesterday, I saw one of the cutest girls I might have ever seen.    She was short in stature, actually a legit plus size, she had a no strap, blue dress on, with shoulders bare, and I'm just looking at her, like she really looks attractive right now.   And that's one of the things we've gone through, which can be good or could be...good.  Seeing beauty in so many different physical sizes and personalities.  Now I think, I may see more beauty in a girl, than the actual girl herself.  So now, the tough thing is, if a guy like me...Is this real tonight, or are we talking real tonight?  Now it's like, sometimes u have to make people realize that they are really hotter than they think they are.  No matter the curves, the belly, if u drink beer every weekend, whatever, u're hot.  And somebody needs to let u know...but now we're dealing with is it worth the "work" to make somebody feel like they are sexy, and that when we say it, it's not some kind of Beauty and The Geek type okie-doke that we're trying to perpetuate.  Real talk.  We've seen enough talent to know real beauty when we see it, so if u hear those words from us, it ain't no game, it's our heart speaking. U may choose not to believe it, but one day...u just might wish u had that chance again for us to tell u that.  Or for that matter, somebody to tell u that...I feel like our love life is about to really get wild.  As if it isn't already.

Make or Miss.  Living like with no fear.  I could stop right there.  It's tough...Even myself, thinking about the consequences too much.  If I spend 5 hours filling out this application, they probably won't hired me, and on top of that I missed that Top Chef:  Seattle marathon on a never meant to be.  Or just like the "L" example above, or asking somebody u need help with something when u do.  I used to be really prideful.  Never take money, when I got like $1.75 in my pocket, and been thinking about that Chalupa (Chicken, Fresco Style, with Mild sauce on the side) all day.  "I got it...I got it."  But pride can get in ur way of success as a team and as a person.  I think now, I don't really give a Master P "Hootie Hoo", if people wanna help us do something.  I've been sick before...I remember being sick as a dog, and barely could walk and this girl like throwing me in her Benz to help me to my car.  That was egotistical just to admit that I was sick and I needed help, but...Freakin' A....It's taken me 5 years to realize that, that was my moment to get to "know" her...better.  Ain't that a beep that when u want that moment, it don't happen...then when u least expect it, it happens, but then takes you years to realize that was it.  U be on the toliet reading about Macy's Saturday sale when  it hits u outta nowhere, "Dummy, That was ur lick!  And I blew it!"  Oh man, please say I ain't the only one this has happen to.  Please...

Now.  Quite simply the "word" of 2013.

Opportunity.  It will come...Today it hit me, and I wasn't on the toliet, but a thought hit me...Is it possible to get 5 minutes on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno, by the end of this calendar year.  Like, for real...I'm thinking about starting a campaign, for simply "5 minutes", and if he could schedule me for a Friday Night, and put Paris Hilton on the co-billing, preferably  "5 Good Minutes" on The Tonight Show.  I know, I'll have a lot to say, and laugh and giggle about.  If anybody knows Mr. Leno's contacts let him know a kid in Miami Beach, wants 5 mintutes and be out.  I ain't joking.

Po' Po'.  Does anybody else feel like they are like 1mph from getting pulled over right now?  Or that they are just one roll....ling stop from being on the next Cops:  Tase Them and Tease Them episode?  I love and respect all Cops cuz it's a tough job...just sometimes I feel like they see this guy in a certain ride or on a certain Vespa, and get all suspicious.  They zoom 3 lanes over to get behind you, or speed up on ur back like a train being ran on a fresh...I can't say that.  But they like try to intimidate you.  And I don't believe it's even race related.  Just sometimes...the 'look of wealth' can cause suspicion...I know I ain't the only one who has been blessed with nice toys, and who's had nice toys in the passenger seat as well (I'm so getting myself the sock in the mouth tonight!), but if u feel me, just wave ur hand in the air.  If u don't keep living, and once u get some of Heaven's toys u'll know exactly how we feel.  Ain't that line in a song?

Quirky.  That 'ness is really sexy to me right now.  Really...I ask L. Rosay who's the weirdest girl she knows?  She told me somebody, but I think if u have a weird quality about u, that's actually cool.  Male or Female.  That makes u unique.  One thing about us, is that we are self-named Connoisseur in Smelltology.  Like I smell like...everything.  Well, almost. (With a smile)  I smell shoes, food of course...back in the day used to put our hands in between our socks and then smell our hands again.  What?!!  Who didn't get that Corn Chips high?!  I think u could blindfold me and I could name the scent, and the year..."Ah...That's a pack of Upper Deck Basketball Cards circa '91 or '92"  We serious dude.

Rest.  Ain't it a trip trying to live it up also find rest to...well...rest ur mind, body and Seoul.  Living in the M.I.A., can geeked up ur mind.  U see guys staying up like all night, then going straight from the club to the gig, without a wrinkle in their face or anything.  U like, "How they do it?"  I pick my spots, nowadays, I can still hang out late into the wee, but now I gotta like pre-plan the plan.  U know...Ok.  I work til 7pm tomorrow, so I can hang out til 1am, but I gotta be at the gym with at least 6 hours sleep, and then I gotta work the next day at 9am, so when the last call for alcohol comes around, I gotta make sure I beat the parking lot traffic, and hit that first light by that church on Brickell Ave., cuz if I hit that, I can be back at the beach in 10 minutes.  If I miss it, then I'm gonna hit every light from the Four Seasons through Bayside through The Triple A, and this can turn into a  30 trip, which leaves me off for sleep time, and....When ur busy, u have to now party like ur...well...busy.  Capiche.

Stockholm.  This might just be my next stop, whenever I leave this country.  Got some info on it, and I like it.    This Scandinavia capital city, just may be "The Spot."  Modern.  While also being old school.  Eclectic.  Scenic. Great day and nightlife.  Yeah...I like it a lot.  Don't be surprised if u hear about us being over there.  It's gonna happen here...soon.

Time's getting short.  I keep on saying that each post is getting closer to the end of us keeping our diary in the public view.  Let's all just enjoy each line and word, cuz...it just may be the last time.  Keep saying that...but we're right where we wanna be.

Underdog.   Does anybody else like think they just love the underdog role?  We've said this before, but do ur juices like flow when ur doubted or rejected or been told that u was gonna get a phone call, so u rearrange ur whole day, setting ur phone up on the charger like the Holy Grail, and make sure u got a signal, even fake calling urself, only to find out that this person ain't thinking bout u, and they end up going out dating somebody else, that leaves u wondering how can they wanna pass on the open doors of a Ferrari, while breaking into the windows of a AMC Pacer?  Then got the nerve to walk past you smiling and holding hand...Come down Austin...Come Down.  As u can see I never take anything personal.  And I've never been in that situation...Remember...The fuel becomes the fire.  And if u let tha fire burn, it becomes something NOBODY can ever put out.  Moving on.....

Vests.  Vests are making a serious comeback with us fellas.  Vests and ties, I love the dressing up style, myself.  U just feel different.  Our wardrobe has changed significantly over the last few months.  Now it's more...Ah...well, let's be honest.  Our clothes has a "Sex Symbol" theme.  Don't believe me, then stay tuned, and u'll see for urself.  

Wow!  I'm in love this word.  That's all.

X-Files.  I was thinking about this "relationship" question all day today.  Is is ok for u to approach somebody if they have a boy or girlfriend?  Like if u come along, they might be in a bad relationship and needs somebody to tell them they deserve better.  Is that breaking up a white picket fence home or is that just being real?  Just food for thought.  I'm not a homebreaker, but it's AMAZING how many people end up married, after they first met their future mate...while they were in a relationship.  A-MAZ-ING! 

Zzzzz....U know what that means.  I'm giving my best.  My heart and soul.  From a crazy guy who ONLY wants to luv and have fun.  Tonight was special, nothing like this won't happen again...I think.  Just want to make sure everybody feels "us".  Our energy...our fun level...our excitement...everything.  It's jumping off in our life, and I think it's something to cherish.  Hopefully, we can take u on a journey of a lifetime.  One that won't ever happen again....

As we said before....

Never...ever...again.

A-B-C...Ya!

Austino Galaxia.

Miami's Word Game.

Today has been...different.  Flat out different.

The last 24 hours have been like, weird...To put things short, I got kinda sick.  I had a headache, that left me daggone walking around my place with sunglasses, just because I couldn't stand to see the glare of any kind of light.  Then our body was like wrecked in body aches and pain.  Laying down, getting back up, laying back down, cutting on a pot of pasta, laying back down, heating up some chicken, laying back down...it was wild.  I had to call out of work on today, which is like borderline blasphemous in my book, but...just couldn't do it on today.  Needed rest, big time.  Been working some serious days and long nights here and there, and sometimes it all just catches up to you.  Even The Kid born in tha stars.  I've been inside all day on today, and I didn't even know one person could sleep so much...I need to go grocery shopping, like bad.  I'm a squirrel who's looking at a pantry without any nuts, literally, and I'm about to go crazy!  For dinner, I'm looking at which pasta I'm gonna eat, Spaghetti or Rotini, like I'm choosing which one of the Olsen twins is hotter.  It's crazy...No milk.  Ran outta Orange Julius.  This ain't the way for one of the Galaxia's most eligible Pompetters to be living is it?  It's a made up word, but just roll with me on this, alright.  I need 2 get some of our creative juices out, so we're gonna write a little bit, it's been a few days.  Been busy...Oh, how we've been busy.

Ok.  I gotta keep this real, so where do we start.  I don't even know where to start.  We go serious, go goofy, talk about that "L" word (In a little bit)...Hmmm....Living in Miami, can really mess ur mind up.  It's just so different down here.  It rains when the sun is plainly out. I mean, I don't know about anybody else, but that just blows my mind.  I mean, how many times can the devil beat his wife?  This guy must have some really major anger issues, he might need to see Dr. Phil or somebody for that.  But walking out with ur fresh new outfit, or if ur a girl, stepping out with your hair did, and with this weeks, "OMG! Bargain of the Year" dress on, only to have it begin to downpour like a glass of Grape Kool-Aid at a picnic, ain't cool.  But that comes with the territory   I was talking to my Pops and talking about how cold it's been down here. I mean, it's been in the 60s for like the last week, and I promise you I'm about to Ebay a heater to flown down here first class for me.  We take for granted that we can wear shorts or walk around in swimsuits in January.  I guess that's why we're so crazy down here.  We're not in the reality of the rest of the world.  Which is good in some ways, but in others....

I gotta write a whole post on our new phone the Samsung Galaxy S III....but not today.  It's...we'll talk on it later....

All yesterday, and don't laugh...all, and I mean ALL yesterday, the only thing that was on my mind was seeing if anybody knew where I could lay inside of an oxygen tank for an hour.  For real...I know that totally sounds South Beach, but I'm dead serious.  But that's the type of gibber gab that sounds so normal down here in "tha land of the beautiful people" that other places can be looked at as cray.  I be in the locker room getting ready to work out, and hear people just talking in terms of ..."It's worth 3.5 million."  I don't think they are talking about Fruit Loops although, they might be talking about De Beers.  Either way...

Ok...I've been down here in Miami since 2005, and I'm gonna list some of my all-time favorite phrases or lines that I've heard my fellow Miamians utter.  Some have been the sign of the times, but if u live in Miami aka Tha Magic City, I'm sure u've heard these words a time of too.  Ok..."Nano Nano", beam me up through MIA vernacular...this should be good:


"I look like a hot mess."

"I..AM...NOT...MEXICAN!!"

"I'm like...totally over it."

"In (Fill in the location)...we have a saying..."

"This is a GTL weekend."

"He (She) is a Realtor."

"I don't speak Spanish."

"He's cute."

"Oye!!"

"Uh...no Espanol??"  (Followed by perfect English!  So funny!)

"My guy."  (Who is that anyway?)

"I need a drink."

"I'm trying this new diet where you..."

"Hot...as...F---!"

"If a guy wants to date me, he has to feed me."

"ROSAY!!"

"That's not my problem."

"3-0-5 for life!"

"I hate the Lakers."

"Like....Like....But Ok, but...Like..."  (I'm guilty on this one.)

"Your card is not going through."  (This has actually happened to me, but I get a kick when it happens to somebody who has like a $3,000 purse, and like $200 cash on them.  Classic.)

"I rather collect unemployment than do this."

"I'll be right back."  (Which is gender dependent...If you say this at a party and leave with someone of the opposite sex, that means you're gonna try to rehearse a few pole positions...If you're at a party, and leave with someone of the same sex, that means you are about to get your chief ur way to a narcotic high...so...Although if u leave with the same sex, that can also mean that you are gonna try a few pole positions!  Wink!)

"I do modelling."

"That's...NOT...FAIR!!"

"Dane Cook is funny as ----!"

"Teach me how to dougie."

"I'm from New York."

"U have a Facebook?"

"What are you gonna be for Halloween?"

"I was in an accident."

"That's so ghetto."

"Long hair...don't care."

"My friend is a promoter for them."

"Miami transit sucks."

"Are you going to Ultra this year?"

That's just a few of the things we've heard or heard, consistently....So...wait, this is supposed to be our diary right?...Right??  Alright, let's add some extra catch phrases and words that people have told me directly, or that was like something I say.  So here are a few more other word-sages that I still get tickeled about...

"It was a wig."

"Never date a retail girl."

"Do you believe in God?"  (Ah...I don't know if I can talk about this on the clock.  But since u ask...'In The Beginning...!')

"I like Madonna's old stuff."

"What do people say about me?"  'People say that you're a (Santa's favorite saying).'

"I have a boyfriend."  (Ur sure about that!)

"Ur not gonna find a girl in South Beach."  (Ah...I'm in trouble then!)

"U got that new Drake?"

"Don't date Miami girls."  (A sexy South American Mother told me this one.)

"I gotta try to hit that before she quit."

"It was like a Porno flick out there."

"You know what I call that?...A Sensual Seduction!"

"It's too hot for all that."

"God Bless You."  (To be said after every good deed done to you.)

"I'm a pig."  (Homegirl... ur a Size 4!??)

"My mom told me, 'You don't have to married to have a baby.'"

"Seriously."

Or how about all the names we call each other down here.  (In a good way.)  And the funny thing is they can mean the same for both guys and girls...Like.

Bro.

Dude.

My boo.

Chief.

That B---h.

Honey.

My man.  (Everybody was saying this when American Gangster came out.)

Sweetie.

Boss.

Son.

Homie.

Chonga.

And to end this thang, here are a few of my favorite nuggets that we've personally said or still say, if u haven't gotten enough of us already by reading our diary.  Here's a few classic stars from our Galaxy...Enjoy:

(On still getting freaky while being pregnant)...Just because there's a bun in the oven, doesn't mean you can't still cook on tha stove!

(On not being love's number one choice)....There's nothing wrong with leftovers if you know how to...reheat them.

(On dating somebody older than you)...Sometimes you get tired of grape juice, and want a little wine in ur life.

I don't think I'm better than anybody, but I do think that I'm the best.

"If I go out with somebody, and it didn't work out as planned, is it wrong for me to go back and ask for gas money?"

Life is really like high school.

They should put a Mistletoe on the top of the thong.  I bet you that'll sell!

I come from the Jordan age.  You're in like the Kobe era.  Then she's in the Lebron era...It's a lot of stuff that's happened in between Jordan and Lebron!

(On being single)...I'm a free agent looking for Pujols money.

Love is an action word.

Just because you have everything in common with somebody, doesn't necessarily mean you're gonna married them.

(On Money)...It's just a green piece of paper.


That's it.  I'm done. Hey, I tried to keep this as real as possible, I know the language can get wild, but if that's what was said...that's what was said.  It's a diary...of a life.  Huh.

Our life.

Bye.

Austino Galaxia.

I Had A Dream.

(From our heart...)


I really didn't wanna write this,
Just no feel in the air today.
But, somehow, I feel something calling,
That I need to jot in a unique way.

Today, on this January night,
One that lacked a certain amount of fun.
So unexpected, so unwanted,
Didn't expect this from my favorite number of 21.

That's ok though, I understand,
Sometimes u just feel on "E".
Just like a swift rabbit who sometimes get caught,
Or just like honey being invisible to the bee.

I'm gonna do our best to describe our life,
Once again, with a little rhyme.
It may be fun.  It may be tough.
Just hope u have a good time.

Here we go, off again,
Hopefully all the words will skyward beam.
Gonna represent Biggie, maybe even 'Pac.
How about that Birthday boy who once had a dream.

Enough with all the talking, let's get to it,
That's why u pay the big bucks.
I'm telling it like it is, one more time.
It's coming right now...
Don't be scared...
Don't even try to duck.

If somebody else asks me about kids,
I don't know I might just snap.
How can I worry about having shorties,
When I'm trying to decide which girl can make it clap?

Somebody asks me if I dream about kids,
Having "Little Austin's" running around.
He must've didn't know, we live up in the galaxy,
We use the stars as our playground.

Could u imagine us though,
Being a Big Papa to a mini-kid.
Playing with golden spoons, eating organic mustard,
Everything a 80s child star once did.

Not now, oh, no,
The Galaxia would have to wait.
Before I can even think about that move,
I have to decide on who's this weekend's date?!

I talk about love too much, I know,
But whatever, what can I say.
I was at the American Airlines Arena for 12 hours,
And thinking about girls really got me through the day.

Should I even admit that, I mean,
I just shouldn't be so bold.
It's time to keep it real about real life,
I play my cards, and never fold.

This is about to get very real,
Got ur seat belt on, I hope very tight.
Cuz I'm about to reveal some personal stuff,
That can only be read...at night.

I recall over my life,
Just all these really memorable nites.
Listening to Boyz II Men, turning the night light on,
And of course, holding my pillow tight.

Never imagining what would await me,
As my eyes shut close to black.
I would have like dreams of the future,
Start out great, and then end up wack.

Many of the dreams involved girls,
I'm not gonna get too detailed so don't fret.
The funny thing is that they were like movies,
And most time they weren't even "wet".

Now as I look back, I wonder,
How much was dream or vision.
Could a colorful sight 5 years ago,
Acutally prepared us for a Lebron James decision.

U know, ask her out or chill,
Be aggressive or lay back.
I've been in the club many times,
Where the only way to get attention,
Is a booty...smack!

But as I'm revealing myself once again,
It's like all these dreams ended like bam!
Meeting girls at Wal-Mart, girls giving me their number,
And of course, I woke up,
Right before they gave their name.

Perhaps the Dream Keeper in Sky was,
Showing us all that we would have to go through.
Girls liking ur best friends, Sticking out their toungue,
Not to mention how many kisses lips have blew.

That's why when I talk about love,
It's more, just more than talking sex.
No.  We've seen the joy it brings even when asleep,
Only then, it wasn't so complex.

Preparation is so important in life,
I say this without blinking an eye.
When things have built u up to be strong,
U believe in ur heart that u'll never die.

Something is telling me to dig deeper,
Austin talk more about love.
Talk about all u've been through,
One day lion...next day dove.

If u've read our diary, u're probably tired,
Talking about matters of the heart.
Well, I gotta say a little more,
And I'm gonna keep on until that bulls-eye,
Eskimo kisses my dart.

Miami..oh yes!
The land of beauty and now fame.
Am I the only one who thinks dating in this city,
Is almost like a Wheel of Fortune game?

Just think about, every night,
U don't know if it's ur time to win.
U take a drink, and say "the heck wit it",
And by the end of the night,
U have a Free Spin!

I just read an LA Times article about dating out there,
Someone basically said u date on your level.
Meaning, if u have the looks of an Angel,
U shouldn't be messing with the son of the devil.

Money dates Money. Status dates Status.
Big Ballers should only date a girl who's fine.
The chick in the article said she's very attractive,
More sexy than her mates,
But their bank account is what outshines.

Do u guys think that's true? C'mon,
Are we so much living in vain.
That mean's Little Orphan Annie's a golddigger,
Cinderella is one too.
I think we all are going insane!

I got a story to tell,
And it's kind of mock cute.
This poem's gonna be long tonight,
I'll make it short...Alright...Shoot.

So this guy and girl come to me the other day,
Asking for some helpful talk.
I never have a problem,
Especially if it can save a useless walk.

The guy was older, I gotta be honest,
He look like Juan Valdez without the coffee bean.
Decent looking...No homo, don't get it twisted,
In the top 50 percent of what I've seen.

But my brotha had this girl with him,
As I looked up at her, I almost sounded the alarm.
Mentally cuffed my hand to check my breath,
"Dang-it I forgot my Mentos",
I'ma have to do this Pig-Pen style.

Now, I gotta play it off, u know how we guys do,
Always look at the guy, never the girl.
Never chase, Don't look desperate,
All that stuff u see on Boy Meets World.

So I have them both in my face,
Standing over me, like Mr. Biggs on Kelly.
My dude is talking, and I'm paying attention,
But my thoughts are, "I hope she has a pierced belly."

See I like that alot, that's not part of the story,
But I love to see that ring on ironing board abs.
Boobs can vary, a unique face is a must,
One who wears luvs high heels 2 show off all that...class.

Anyway, back 2 story, I'm clearly thinking,
This girl might have to be mine.
I thought about all those old episodes from this diary,
Those classic words from Yammi...
"Excuse me girl, What's Ur Sign?"

I was professional, as usual.
Aren't u so proud.
They stood as I wrote down some info for them,
Even though I heard Cupid's wings flap loud.

I explained the situation, here's this and this,
And gave them a Judge Mathis, "Have a Nice Day."
They were appreciative, the baby doll flashed a sexy smile,
And like Craig David they simply walked away.

I looked at them, like that's cool,
One day we might be helping a fan.
Then next thing I know it, Cupid shot and miss me,
And these two peeps were hand in hand.

I'm thinking like how crazy love is,
That these two folk and find that bow.
I could tell it wasn't about age, or looks,
It might have been about the dough.

I don't think so, oh no,
I can tell just how the eyes glaze.
U see folks running into things, smiling for hours,
All the Miami traffic no longer a faze.

That's kool, that's kool.
What I like to see.
Right now, it's on them.
Very soon, it'll be me.

So how does all this relate,
U talk about dreams and now a fine showstoppa.
That got me hypnotized, hoping for One More Chance,
Maybe I should re-name myself, "Big Poppa".

I just want everybody to love for real,
Not all about who has what.
It's cool to have ur standards
Just don't get caught into all that other stuff.

Tinted window Mercedes, Shopping Sprees,
Spending high bills daily at Wynwood cafes.
Be cool.  Be real.
But respect each other's say.

I say all this cuz even now, I get bored,
Like, God I've seen and been through it all.
Asian babes, Girls who are big geeks,
Sexy European dolls who can ball.

When u get to this point, u can wonder,
What makes ur juices flow anymore.
I mean, what happens when u used to enter the back,
And now u have ur own secret side door.

I'm being honest right now, cuz I know,
Somebody else is like, "Beep it! I don't even care."
Last year, u were dress in Kors and Prada shoes,
Now u walking out with rollers in your hair.

That's when u have to realize that, ur trials make u strong,
It's ok, to even have a break of the heart.
Hey, it's better to go through it with innocence,
Than to believe everybody when they say she's a tart.

This poem isn't written I believe for the rooks,
No, this is for the vets in the game.
The ones who's been chased constantly,
And behind bedroom doors been shouted their name.

Life can get stale if you let it,
And it's easy to let one bad apple ruin it all.
Judge this person against the next person,
Next thing u know it, all the dominoes begin to fall.

Domino's...hmm, I like that,
A thought hit me that got me saying, "Oh my!"
Cuz that's exactly how love and dating can be,
Nothing more than a big pizza pie.

U have ur likes and dislikes,
I know I can't stand no stuff crust.
Just like in love, some just adore kind words,
While others accept nothing more than a video-taped thrust!

Some like all those veggies piled up,
Onions, Green Peppers and organic cheese.
As in love, going H.A.M on somebody, is a no-no.
Some are into it, others would rather talk with a simple, "Please."

Others like it meaty,
And I must admit right now, I admire it from afar.
The thickness, tha spice,
Yeah, I really like the curviness of the culinary star.

Everybody's different, which is cool,
This is something that took me some time to see.
Some like 'extra' this, or half and half,
Others want a personal pan pizza just for me.

Just like in the pizza biz,
U sometimes don't get what you want.
Heck, u wanted xtra long sausage, not diced onions,
Be real about it, don't front.

We sometimes eat it anyway, just because,
And u know u can't knock it if u don't try.
Sometimes it's better than what you wanted,
And u feel so embarrassed, all u can do is...sigh.

I've wanted, and want a lot out of this life,
So much I can't put on this page.
Big lights, Sexy friends,
I have all that now, but I still want a bigger stage.

More, more, more...
What about what I do enjoy.
Sometimes we look so far ahead to the next sale,
We don't even play with our current toy.

Love, Pizza, and just us,
The ultimate three score.
I being very real today,
Perhaps even more than before.

I keep saying, our diary post are a winding,
Just like a Russian spinning top.
I don't know when it's gonna end,
I feel like it's all about to stop.

That's why I'm writing longer, more in-depth,
Making sure no stone is unturned.
I have a strong fire in me,
U think Usher had it bad,
If only you could see my Burn.

I wanna make sure u see all of me in this,
That there's no one like a such.
One day, we're gonna make it big,
This might be as close as u get to a touch.

But whatever you do, don't give up,
I say this more to me than you.
There's more fish in the sea,
Pebbles on the sand,
No reason yet to go cuckoo.

Our chance is coming, not just mine,
But whoever reads this.
Now our dreams recently are ending happily,
Could we be in the season of catching the Big Fish?

I know we are, just along the way,
U hope that it'll come soon.
It can feel like so impossible, to please this boy,
Like a Cow jumping over the moon.

Just hang in there, and these words are keeping sane,
"Everything is about to change."
Huh, wouldn't it be cool, for the Galaxy to be like Cheers,
Where everybody knows ur name.

I'm done, that's all I got,
Thanks for taking the time.
Hopefully this is a journey we'll all cherish,
Nothing better I don't think u'll find.

Just like yesterday, I was in bed,
So vivid in my heart is seemed.
Now our life of fun is turning into reality,
And it's nice to know, it all started...
As a dream.

Austino.
Bye!


(Also, be sure to check out some videos from our homegirl Gwen Stefani...As The Spotlight hits Gwen on the grey bar on the right on the main page.)

Exit S.

Sacrifice.

That has to be the most unwanted words, and perhaps the least used words in the world's dictionary.  Yet, we've been hearing a lot about that word in so many walks of life, especially in our own.  Living down here in Miami, we constantly hear about the hoops squad the Heat, and all the sacrifices they've made and are making to be and remain championship team.  Out in Los Angeles, our other favorite team, the Lakers are trying to figure out how, when, where and whom should sacrifice in order to be a winner. In life, everybody wants to be "noticed" or what not, but no too many want to sacrifice themselves to get there.  Even myself...right now as I write this I'm feeling a little hopeful...but another side is feeling like..."Just ain't worth it anymore".  This should be a real one on today....

One of American sports most notable winners is Bill Russell.  Wow!  I totally sound like a Pulitzer Prize Winner as I wrote that...That one sentence should get me a seminar at Books & Books later this year.  I read his book on winning, and he talked about himself having a really huge ego.  And how when somebody would...He won 11 NBA Championships with the Celtics, by the way....When somebody asked him about his ego, he would acknowledge that he did have a big one.  But it wasn't directed within himself, but within the framework of the team.  In other words, he wasn't like, "I'm the best."  I play on the best team."  So everything he did was to make sure that those words of playing on the "best team" could actually mean something.  And all his efforts were going in the direction of what's best for the whole, and not just the singular part.

That's not so easy to do.  And for someone like myself, and others who may eventually be reading this, u begin to think that all this sacrificial lamb talk of yesteryear may not be hold true as it was on today.  I'm gonna write this thing like never before, cuz I KNOW somebody feels me, and I KNOW where I am in our life, and am tired of feeling like u're the only one who cares whether it be on jobs or in friendships and relationships or playing on sports teams.  I know.

The thing that gets us is that people, I say this in such a laughing manner, people don't see what u have to go through to get to the level that you wanna get to or the level that you're at.  Success doesn't come easy.  And sometimes, especially in this microwave society we live in today, we just look at the party.  But we don't see, the DJ coming in early in the afternoon testing the sound in the joint.  We don't see the waiters and waitresses  coming in practcing how to talk to VIP guests while carrying the bottles.  We don't see the custodians wiping up the sticky situations on the floor.  We don't even see the Boss, who hasn't been getting any sleep for the last few days, making sure that everything's kosher from lighting to the money being counted, and from hoping that all of the bouncers will show up on the weekend cuz this might be the nights that determined whether the club stays open or closed.  All of this takes sacrifice.  And I guarantee you that all of those people would like to just show up to Club Fun (Trademarked here first...Gotcha!) and party the night away without having to go through all the tedious things u have to go through to make the days and nights a successful venture.  But I ain't talking about the end, I'm talking about the...means of the process.

Our whole diary has been about that. Wanting to talk about what goes through a person's mind and soul while they are going through.  Anybody can talk after they've made it.  "Just hang in there."  Yeah, but u just got the $20 million dollar contract.  "Love comes when u least expect it."  True, but u met u mate while in high school or bumping into each other while at a college party.  I want to hear from somebody RIGHT NOW!   I'm a fan of Autobiographies, and I make no beans about that.  Like we've said, the only problem is it is all after the fact.  When people write when they're going through it at the moment, like memiors...how u spell that junk?...Memoirs or u go into an attic and find one of Grandma's old journals from the 60s, when we encounter that, u get our respect.  Cuz that's authentic as a Prada handbag on Fashion Ave.  Writing afterwards is more like going to Chinatown to find that Prada thang.  U may get the real thing for a bargain, or u may get the old fake-a-roo.  And it takes a real fashionista to know that the diamond points down not up.

What I'm learning, and what has forced me to share a few tears even on today, is the continual process of what u conceive as being excellence without the benefit of knowing what you've done or are doing actually worked.  What's an example?  It's like going to a party...That seems to be on our mind a lot today, but anyway..Well, not just a party.  This is the new year, so to speak, so alot of people are switiching things up.  I'm gonna lose weight, I wanna gain more muscle, no more eating after 1 pm in the afternoon, this year I'm going to wash my car at least once a month, this year when I sit down at a restaurant I'm going to always order the daily special...all these things to live differently or better than before.  I was going to write something else, but an idea just hit us....

But how do you know that the way u've been living wasn't necessarily bad, but just part of the journey, and part of the pre-requisites for success that you had to go through.  It's like in baseball, coming to the plate and striking out time and time again.  Should you hang in there and keep practicing the way you've been taught?  Or should you open up more, be more relaxed and change some of your physical activities and stance to get you in a better position to hit the ball?  That's what's so tough about life...u go into one interview being yourself, being professional as can be, "Yes, sir".  "That's so pleasant to hear." "Yes, Harvard is a tough school, but by the grace of God...".  All this proper talk that people told you u should say and do, but then they hire somebody who just talks like they're on the street corner gabbing about the latest gossip and who they just done did in the back of a truck stop's Port-A-Potty.  Ok.  So then u get another interview with somebody else and u make a promise to yourself, that you're gonna be a real as possible, "What up dude?"..."Gurl....those UGG boots are the bomb....u paid what...I know my homegirl got the hookup right now, after this interview I can dial her up or we can use ur Skype, it don't matter, I'ma hook---u---up!"  Next thing u know it, they telling you they're looking for more of a Carlton Banks type, and your whole psyche is messed up.  Shucky darn if I do, and shucky darn if I don't.  Oh no!  I do sound like Carlton, what's going on with me?   I need help!  Ha!

That's where I'm basically at right now.  U feel like man, I've taken a back seat to a lot of stuff, for the betterment of the group.  We've believed this for a long time that "the person who's most the leader should have the dirtiest pants."  Times u can wonder like, am I the only person who wants this to be fun and cool.  Why do I have to ALWAYS be the one to bring the energy?  Hold it.  Elaborate.

Sometimes the person who's always in the forefront may not actually be the leader of a team or group.  U look at sports and when teams get in the huddle or are in a circle after the starting line-ups and sometimes the one who's getting the troops all riled up isn't the one who actually playing.  But the role is 2 be that glue and energy person.  My thing is sometimes it would be nice if that person sees someone else get as excited about the game or life as they are.  Not just in sports this happens...

In all walks of life, people wonder, "Why I got to be the only one?"  20 people step over a piece of paper at work all da, does anybody care to pick it up, just 2 show a little image of class.  Why I gotta pick it up?  Go to a class in school, where the students think the teacher don't know what he talking about, but the material is a necessity for any of us to graduate, yet nobody wants to participate.  Why do I have to be the only one to raise their hand to at least show or gather some energy within the class?  U work hard 8 days a week, 26 hours a day, and have to clean up the place, cook the dinner, put the kids to sleep, wouldn't it be nice if ur mate or live-in would at least one time be like, "I wanted to pull a switcharoo, and help you out."  C'mon Kelly sing that ish!  That one night can allow that person go on in the norm for another 3 months.  Real talk.  It don't take much.

Forgive me if this is long, but I gotta write.  Break it up if you want, and I'll allow you to now...


Alright.  Thinking about this one some things in our life when we didn't even have a chance to play.  I remember my Senior year in college.  Lots of stuff went on throughout our basketball season, but I recall not playing in a key game.  Throughout the season, even though I was one of the Co-captains of the team, I didn't get the clock that I thought I...deserved.  The time I did get was cool, cuz some of my boyz didn't even play, and I know they had game as well.  Coca and JB what up!  But we had a conference championship game on our home court, that would have given the winner of the game an automatic berth into the NCAA tournament.  Big game for sure.  The game was nip and tuck throughout, but something weird happened in that game...I didn't play.  I DIDN'T PLAY.  Now of course, inside I was shocked, a Senior whose been around since the beginning of our team that won like 6 games my Freshmen year, to now as a Senior we're going on back to back conference championships, that's a heck of a turnaround in a 4-year span.

Our team lost that night.  So after the game, we walk into the locker room, not knowing if our season was truly over with, or if we could still make the NCAA tourney.  I walk into both of my lockers, always remember the real players have two lockers (Wink!), and I'm sitting there with my shirt off Rodman style like, "How could I NOT play in the biggest game in our school's history.  After all the sacrifices of coming off the bench, and keeping our cool for the benefit of the team, and trying to keep everybody together who some wanted to quit, yet 'O Dizzle' didn't play?"  There wasn't a WTF text back then, but if there was Twitter u best believe that woulda been my tweet.  Period.  The mood was kind of sad, and our Coach, whom I still respect and got love for, was sitting down with his head in his hands because we all know what a big chance we had...Even though I was hot about not playing, I just kept saying, "We'll get in....We'll get in." And I said it in a very confident way, just knowing that against all odds, we'll still make it into the tourney.  And although Coach didn't really believe it himself, he gathered himself, and told me later that, "He forgot about me."  And how other people told him after the game how I didn't play and that was one of the things that was missing.  I'm being real here.  Through the hype of the game, even as we were losing the game, there was somebody on the bench that could have brought the energy and been productive to win the game.

This is where I'm at in my life...RIGHT NOW!  The feeling of sacrificing, doing what u know to be right, being at practice on time, showing up wearing a suit and tie, going in with the sun down and coming home with the going down, all these things that would add up to this lifestyle of success and fame, but not enjoying the benefits as of yet.  And wondering when it's just gonna change and I can say, I did it with class now this is the benefit of it.  I could have not wanted to make somebody's day, but I did, now this...I could have asked that girl straight up, "Let's F---", like some people do, but I real and approachable, now this...I kept my lip close when somebody else got hired or at least got an interview even though they are not as qualified as me, I was professional, now this...

I want a now this.

Now.

U reach a point where it really is now or never.  U've sacrificed and now u're asking The One u've been sacrificing in some ways to, "What's Up?".  Sometimes when I watch or more less pass by these reality shows, I'm like, "I know we can have our own show."  And we will, and it will be real.  What I'm about to say is the most real I can be....

In life, u have to do what u gotta do.  Many times even though the destination has been chosen for you, u can't choose the route.  Meaning that just because other family members or ur friends got their dream job, or love of their life, going about it one way.  You CAN'T expect that route to be for you.  And sometimes a road to success and fun may...it's just like someone going up to New York City via I-95.  There may be a road newly built that's just as good, and YOU might be the first one to ride it.  Somebody has to be right?  So as u're travelling, u see that nothing has been built around this road, and u're wondering if I could just see somebody else travelling it, it would help.  But no, YOU'RE the first one to ride this special road, and have to have faith that it would lead to the same destination that others are wanting to go as well.  U can't have fear when it becomes dark, cuz u don't know what awaits you ahead on the journey.  Storms, deer jumping in front of headlights, fog, all those things can deter u from ur journey, but u have to push, because u've come too far to turn back now.  U feel like u're close, and u are.

And once u've met that city of Big Lights and Big Dreams u can exhale knowing that ur road was different.

Ur friends may have made it there quicker,

But ur road, even with the exits being closed and all the threats of going through dangerous terrain, made it more of an adventure.  And perhaps even better.

They tell of how they made it there 'considering all the traffic'.

You say, "it took me awhile, but I had the road all to myself"

They say we've been here for awhile, I'm all partied out.

You say, "considering all I've been through, I'm just beginning and I'm gonna live it up."

They may say, 'I got no money left ."

But u say, "Even though that last toll got me, I know how to travel without any money plus I've been saving for this."

They might laugh like, "You're the last one."

Then u reply, "No, in actuality I'm the first."

That's how u gotta look at this road less traveled.  As a trailblazer.  There is no blueprint. You're setting it right now.  U can take pieces from Mama and Papa, and family....of course.  But as u do, u have to realize that ur road is unique.  And sometimes...(Sigh) the freakin' fire alarm's going off...many times u're going to have to go through things others haven't or will be asked to do.  There road to success is being worked on, and now u have no other choice but to take this exit.

The road of sacrifice.  It's one that can really make u grow.  Really make u learn about urself.  Really make u become who u want to become even unknowingly.  And even though u might be the 1st, u never know who might be following right behind you.  So u want to make sure u have something to tell them.  U wanna be able to say...

"This road ain't for everybody.  Nor should it be.  But once u've ridden on this, u can ride on anything."

I believe that....I believe that...I believe...that.

There's a difference in enjoying life once u've gone through something.  It's like being bed ridden and finally able to dance to ur favorite song.  That's how I feel.  And u should too if u've been "through it".  Cuz now it's through..

And believe u me, I'm about to dance, dance, dance...the day and night away.

We deserved it.  And besides...

This is why we've sacrificed.

C'mon Faith take me out!

Austino Galaxia

1.

One.

One word.

One moment.

One opportunity.

One Love.

One plus.

One.

Hmmm...tonight, we're gonna have some fun here.  Our life is getting crazier it seems by the moment.  So to get u up to speed on life down here in tha land of the beautiful people, we're gonna make this as simple as possible, and used the most simplest number known  to man...or wo-man...the number one.  Something different...Ok, now, here we go...So what's been on our mind...Well....

One Pot.

I was walking tonight here in South Beach, right on Meridian Ave. outside of Flamingo Park and I saw, no joke, I promise you that it looked like this guy was washing his car with a pot full of water.  Is that even possible?  That was our "What tha...(u can fill in tha blank with whatever)" moment...of the hour.  Like, are u kidding me, pouring soap and water over ur car, I promise you I was waiting for a toothbrush to come out, and for my dude to do something straight outta that old TV show "Oz", but man...only in Miami.

One Bird Road.

There's only one Bird Road, literally, and figuratively.  Ok.  The other night I was creeping, or should I say out and about during the late night hours and I saw some gimmicks and stuff that really shows u that the M.I.A.  might be the craziest country inside of the US.  And u did read that right, I did say country!  Alright, so I'm driving along, most of the time in the middle lane, because people were just driving out of control.  I mean like, I don't know if folks were upset that the Intercontinental Hotel didn't have their usual LCD show on the side of the building featuring a dancing girl working out (And u wonder why Miami is party central?!!) , and instead got a poor man's version of Tetris instead...or if guys were still upset about Jodie Foster coming outta the closet, I don't know, but what I do know is that I had one hand on the steering wheel, and the other  under the passenger seat looking for neckbrace kit, just in case I gotta put on an act...I mean, in case somebody hits me.  Yikes!  Please don't use this diary in the court of law.

One story too much.

Alright, Alright, I'm sorry.  Anyways, I'm driving on Bird Road, and I kid u not, and I put this on a stack of Gideon Bibles from the Red Roof Inn...I look to my right, and I see a Chinese Restaurant.  But this wasn't an ordinary buffet, or Mr. Miyagi joint where they get mad at u, when u choose two items from the same group.   'I want fried rice, and wasabi peas'..."NO, THAT'S TWO SIDES! U MUST CHOOSE ONE FROM GROUP A (With the finger indicating one.) AND ONE FROM GROUP B."  'Alright, just give me the fried rice, and a slice of that animal hanging in the window, just make sure it ain't no cat, cuz I don't eat  no puss..' Let me stop....So I look, and it's a freakin' Chinese restaurant with a liquor store inside.  Whah?!!!  So u telling me I can get my Sweet and Sour on, with a 40 ounce of Schlitz Malt liquor.  Down here in Miami, that junk was emptier than tha Monopoly Man's pockets.  Put that joker right in the "Hood" , and it'll be so jumping that Guy Fieri be down there filming for days.  Bulletproof vest is strictly optional...

One leg.

This also got me, and I was caught in a I don't know what to do situation.  Jokes aside.  I was walking...again, and I saw this gentleman on the steps of the Miami Beach Community Church.  I noticed that he had no arms from afar.  Which, kinda touched me already, so I began to get closer, and there was a suitcase on the ground, face up, open, with clothes inside...As I glanced over, the gentleman was trying to pick up a piece of clothing with one foot.  Like a parachute it came up and fell back down.  I dropped the ball on this one.  But I was like, should I help this gent, or would he like resent me for trying to help him get dress.  Tough one.  I continued to walk, and it just hit home a little, no a lot, and I began to think in my head about our life, and how I may can relate to him...I began to think about...

One rejection.

Rejection is tough.  I'm gonna get back into the jokey jokes in a few, but this must be said.  When u feel rejected or brushed aside, or feel like nobody wants you.  (That happens to the sexy and beautiful too), Man...That "Lollipops" for real.  Questions come into ur mind like, "Why?"...I got talk here some, cuz I'm beginning to feel it.  Got some time, so get ur coffee ready, this is going to be an entertaining one.

One breath.

Ok.  Am I the only one who feels like when something u wanted doesn't go ur way, like, Every-freaking-body else around u, is getting what u want?  C'mon let's be real, tonight...U don't get hired for a job that u know was Catwoman "purrr-fect" for you, and while ur measuring out the liquid Nitrogen, say a friend of yours or just somebody talking crazy begins to talk about they just got hired for a new gig, and this and that...Am I lying?

One mo'.

Or after u just had a breakup in a relationship, or not even that.  I've had infinite amount of times where...I forgot my future wifey might be reading this...I've had one or two (Wink, Wink!) times where a girl that I doug like E. Fresh, decided to make the worst decision since Adam took the apple from Eve and not want to be associated with me for some odd reason.  Well, maybe not the worse, I've seen some celebrities going to their mailbox, and well...just because u look good in everything, doesn't mean u look good in everythang my darling!  But that's another day and I'll let Joan Rivers handle that...But as soon as u realize that a friendship or relationship is over.  What do u see?  Folks holding hands...Girls putting their hands in their man's back pocket...I've seen more people make out dead in front of me...more than a few occasions a gal will look at me, and then go all 'slob the knob' style kissing their man to make me jealous, like "I know u want this."  I know I'm not the only one who's experienced all this stuff, and if so, that doesn't make it not true.  Cuz it is.  But those things make u stronger and u realize that when things do fall into place, u're more than ready, and willing to do whatever to make it work.  I just know I ain't the only one these things have happened too...I just know.

One fall after another.

Boy, was my ego bruised the other day.  Sometimes in life u realize that u need to stick to your day job.  I'm sorry, Destiny and Buttercup might be reading this and reppin' 8th street tonight so let me rephrase... Sometimes in life u need to stick to your night job as well...I went roller skating with my homegirl Cynthia.  And boy did I get a Ravishing Rick "Rude Awakening".  Though it wasn't ravishing.  It was my first time, and man...I tried, but I hit the floor so many times.  I think I may have saw some people over in the cove, making bets how many times my booty would hit the floor.  That brings up another story, but I can tell that...One.  I just tried, one time I like...u know in those old cartoons how Goofy would run into a pole or something and his arms and legs would just be parallel with tha ground, like "Bang!"  Then he would slide down the pole.  I had one of those, I was thinking I was going  Rockers and Violaters style just like on the old show, "Rollergames", but I got hit with the Carmen Electra and caught it. And it ain't fun, when u know ur heading straight for the pole, and u wanna get out the way, but u can't get out of the way, and all u can do is think "Oh Boy", like it's the end of ur Quantum Leap episode, cuz it is, and ur about to get tha "Oochie Walley".  All I know is that I just heard a loud, "Ew", and I got a small headache like Pau Gasol the other day.  A true learning experience in how u can't do it all, Austino.  At least not the first time...it'll take some practice and I can get it, just some practice...I felt like this only...

One other time.

Now living down here near the beach, and like five blocks from the sand u almost have to love to swim.  I was a late learner in how to swim, like 9th grade.  Don't laugh!  So here's the story...We had this gym class where u had to learn how to swim, like that was part of the class.  I'm thinking Sea World didn't  ask Shamu The Whale  to walk on dry land before they hired him!  Warner Brothers didn't ask Porky Pig to fly during his interview?!  So why is this dude tripping?!!  For real... I knew the day was coming, and since I had gym last hour, let's just say it was...

One long day.

So I go into class, strip down.  I was still in a chubby state of body, hoping that life eating salads with no dressing would get me in great shape, when in reality all they did was left me in the middle of our living room with cramps in two legs crying and yelling in a falsetto that would have left Miguel give me a standing ovation.  Getting back to swim class, I walk out and I have some of my basketball teammates in the class as well.  My dudes Jarvis Deal and Big Murth were in there, so I just knew this was gonna be like when Beyonce fell off the stage while performing...Em-Bear-Ress-Sing!  I walk around the pool, and see our teacher...Beep it...See Mr. Croll, am I'm like, "I can't swim."  It had the same tone as when a guy tells his date that he didn't bring his wallet.  Like...O-K, what do u want me to do about it.  (That's the Miami doll response...Am I getting myself into trouble 2nite?)  So homedude is basically like, "I don't care, u're getting in."  As I begin to think about life and what it meant to me, all that I was about to miss like Mickey D Shamrock Shakes, and Arby's 5 for $5 deal, I began to get all swagged up.  Thinking about all those old MTV Spring Breaks where guys and girls were in the pool having fun.  How hard could it be?

One silly thought.

"Austin...it's ur turn."  He told me to take the short or shallow end.  I told him again, "I can't swim."  'Ah...just do the best you can.'  I can since J Deal and Murth about to get their giggle on like they watching 10 year old getting his holla on with a Playboy Playmate.  I just took a breath, hoped my Mom and Dad would not sell but keep my Jordan posters in memory of me and jumped in.  Suddenly I was engulfed with water everywhere.  Ain't this supposed to be like 5 feet deep?  The goal was 2 swim end to end.  So I did like this Stinky Leg/Harlem Shake/Lean Back thing, just to survive.  I wish I could've did tha G-Unit "Can't see me" dance move, cuz I really wanted to hide from this moment.  I would go down, come up and somehow I would see with a blur my boys just bugging up laughing...like they just seen the tape of Kat Williams slapping  another Target employee.  Now I'm doing some frog type thing with my legs...And on top of that, I forgot to breath threw my nose, so water is just White Water rushing in me.  Which wasn't bad, cuz it took me two weeks for me to get dehydrated from anything...but....finally, Croll was like, "Ok, u can come out."  That was so crazy, I didn't know what happened.  Dudes still laughing...So embarrassing...so so embarrassing.  I learned how to swim somewhat, but nothing could compare to the first time.  I guess u can say that for a lot of things, huh!

One great book.

Reading this book called, "Soulacoaster" by R.Kelly.  I'll discuss that later.

One craving...Two Cravings...Three.

I can only ima...u though this post was done right, nun-huh!....I can only imagine how I would be if I was a pregnant.  Within the last week, I've been craving for...some KFC chicken with some hot sauce and a piece of bread on the side.  Boy that sound good...Another day I was craving for some straight up yellow cake cupcakes with white frosting and sprinkles...While another day I wanted to have some cereal, like Golden Crisp or something.  I got a problem, I think?  What do u call somebody who craves foods he used to eat like 11 years ago.  It's not fun people.  Waking up in the middle of the night wishing u could have a taco from Rally's along with some biscuits from Hardees' with a  BK King sandwich on the side from Burger King...If u find someone who can help, please tell them to hit me up on...

One cool cell phone.

We said the other day, I got the new Galaxy III.  I'm so busy writing this, that I got to activate this thing.  Whatever.  But...we'll write about that later.  We gotta go.  Let me end with some personal nuggets.

One amazing smile.

One great invite.

One night of rest.

One more night of us.

One post closer.

One night closer.

One dream coming true.

One thanks.

One more, "Have a fun night."

Austino Galaxia.

One and Only.

We Back.

Time to get back to the basics...If you've been reading our diary you know that we've been having a movie script of sorts in regards to our life.  Our life is crazy...really, really crazy. That's why we decided to release our life in this format almost two years ago, because we feel like it's something nobody, including myself will see ever, ever again.  Seems like you just have to have everything come together.  Stories, some that make you cry, as well as somebody who doesn't really care in that telling some of these episodes can bring a sort of cringing and embarrassment that people just simply don't know.  Somebody has to do just share some realness about this thang called life.  I mean, somebody.  Throughout this diary of ours we've wondered if we've stepped our bounds of sort.  It's not easy.  You wanna talk real, but not so real that a 4th-grader would be offended. So u may have to watch the language...sort of.  Little things like that.  We've always believed that even though we are writing in the present tense, where our life is heading, this is almost a look into the future.  A real-time diary or memoir (Is there a difference?) into somebody's life as the go through the struggles and growing pains of what the ladder to success brings.  I still don't believe that anybody has gone into the detail that we have, and not sure if anyone will.  It'll be cool if somebody did.  Really cool.

So as we enter the twilight of this diary, we've decided to end it as we begun.  With nothing fancy, just pure...us.  Telling about how our life is, and how it is developing into something that at times I love, while at other times, I wonder what's going on...Now, the crazy thing is that we still might pop in an episode of The New Adventures of Austino Galaxia to find out what's up with Yammi, Tha Boss and Julia Angelica Gutierrez...guess what we are saying is that this diary is about to get a whole lot more of us.  And now, we really are about to be wild and crazy as we talk about our life here in the neighborhood of South Beach, here in Miami Beach, Florida...U.S.A.  I only have a "few" (Wink!) more of the posts left y'all, so I'm going to do our best to make sure that your mind will be transformed if only for a few moments in ur day.  Believe you me, this will be worth your wile.  Enough talking, let's get started...I hope I still remember how to do this thang...

This Ravens/Broncos game is starting to turn into a classic.  Wow!  As I was gonna begin this, the Ravens just got an interception for a TD.  Denver scored on a punt return.  Ravens scored on a great TD throw for 59 yards, now this interception.  14-7 in the 1st, and only 6 minutes has gone by.  Cool.  Oh, this is why I love to keep a diary and write real-time.  U never know what u gonna get...or definitely what we're gonna write about.  (Cough, Cough)

It's so...so refreshing to have our neighborhood back.  Thank You Hey Seuss!  These last few weeks down here in Miami, but more specifically in our neck of the woods of South Beach has been out of control.  It started with Art Basel in early December and hasn't stopped.  It's like everybody and there Mama Mia is coming down here to kick it.  Christmas and New Year's was packed.  Then with the college football games going on, it was just silly.  Everyday, I was thinking two things.  One, I think K. Weezy is gonna name his baby after me, since he's always talking about Austin in his verses ("Power", Rick Ross's"Maybach Music Part 2"...listen up peeps, he says our name A LOT!)...And two, "I just want to be able to find a parking space."  I really don't feel like walking the Damascus Road just to walk into my showroom.  Not cool.  I had to do that stuff for the Super Bowl one night.  I promise you, I crip walked like 10 Miami blocks just to find our place.  It's great to for folks to visit and get their swag on, but it's different also.

Broncos scored 14-14 tie game, still in the 1st quarter.  Miami is like, it's tough to describe.  I've never seen a place where I absolutely believe that nobody works.  For real.  I know when I come home to SoBe, it's like the middle of the day or morning, and I'm like, "Does anybody have a job?"  I say that in a nice way, cuz it's like everybody has just Trust Fund money somewhere and are enjoying the good life 24/7.  Now I get mine in as well, but it's really like a fantasy world.  There's no place like it.  Then we get so spoiled down here with the weather.  In Denver right now it feels like 2 degrees with wind chill.  Right now, we are in the upper 70s, and today felt really like a beach day.  Just something about coming down here that makes everybody feel so liberated and sexy, and really and truly young.  People act like kids with an adult bank account.  U may hate it at times...but deep down u gotta love it.  I like to live where everybody around the world wants to visit.  Only a few cities can say that...and even fewer neighborhoods can say that.  One of a kind.

I'm going to just tell our life, as we see it.  So, just keep in mind...wait, this is our 300 something post, I can say what I want right?!! Alright then...we're really starting to live a wealthy, not rich, type of life.  Learning to take advantage of technology and live in a futuristic type of way.  U know...I sleep in an oxygen tank, have a robot make my oatmeal, and even have my lights come on automatically just by the presence of me walking in. Kind of like how the Undertaker used to enter the ring in the WWF.... Well...not quite.  But I'm learning to just have fun, and really make the blessings we do have work to do more.  We shop differently.  When it comes to clothes, we buy things that are more of an...investment.  I look now, and it's like every style is all about the '90s.  (The Best decade to date...just saying!)  U got the neon colors and the old Unionbay jean washes coming back in.  The hairstyles of high-top fades, and parts in the head.  And I'm starting to like how these baby dolls are beginning to rock the short hair-dos.  I was checking out Charlize Theron at the Lakers game, and I've been noticing it quite a bit down here in "The land of the beautiful people", and some girls actually look good with it.  But even though we have some things we are about to pick up here shortly, I'm looking into things that last.  I love color.  I was just thinking, I absolutely can't remember tha last time I wore the color black...at least on the outside.  Besides my E. Armani undies, I just don't do it.  I really don't remember...I guess color just brightens your day, and makes u feel good.  That's what I want in life...Also, by the way, I can't believe Charlize Theron is 37 years old.  An ageless beauty, huh...As Da Brat used to say, "That's what I'm looking for."

Tha cell phone.  Man...it's crazy how this thing has become like everything in some of our lives.  It's unbelievable how much you can do just on this gadget.  Our time to upgrade with ATT has come, and the last say...ah...month, we've been trying to figure out what to do.  Everybody is talking about the IPhone and this phenomenon that is Apple. Then u also have Samsung trying to do their thing.  Then I was deciding should I just let this contract expire in a few months...it's really a difficult decision.  I've had the Whiteberry for so long, and the Torch is a great phone, just they don't have no apps.  Plus, I don't know too many people within my circle who have a Blackberry, so the greatness of the BBM is mute, when it comes to me.  All in all, we didn't know until...the other day, we came upon an UNBELIEVABLE deal, for the Samsung Galaxy III, and some of the features are just scary.  I'm a little behind, I know, but...we'll be talking about it more once it arrives to tha crib here shortly.  Besides, I had to get the Galaxy right?  I mean, our name is Austino Galaxia!!  Duh...

U know what's beginning to turn me on right now?  Any guesses?  No, I"m not talking about chocolate, vanilla cake incense or a farm girl who tells me she knows how to milk a cow...I shouldn't said that, but..Anyways, Galaxia fam, I'm talking about the use of big words.  I'm really think it's so sexy when I hear jargon that isn't usually used in our vocabulary.  Our society has become so sensitized to that same phrases and stuff.  It's exquisite when u hear vernacular used in unique but proper ways.  I think when u used different words it can show ur intelligence, and I think it can also illustrate a part of snobbyness that I kind of like, cuz it makes you different from the normal 5th grade talk you hear everywhere u go.  Once again, it's all about expanding to live in a wealthy manner, and not just the same old.  It's all about sophistication.  Ya dig! (Ha ha!)

Well, is there anything else?  After this gonna  look and see if we can do something different with the layout of our diary here online.  You can't see our past entries, so u may have a new look coming up here...We got some stuff in the mail from London, and from Sweden.  Our life is global.  It really is.  I love learning about different cultures and different people who live in different places.  That's fun to me.  That's one thing about Miami, u get to really have an inside perspective from authentic people who weren't born here in the States...Oh!  What a catch for another Ravens TD!  21-21 tie, again! Wow....But, I love diversity...Love it.

That's it, for now.  I'm gonna strive to write this like the old days when nothing is held back, and u get the soul of who we are as a person, as if u haven't already!  Just a kid who wants to have fun, and now this is the best time to be us.  And I want u to be part of it as well.

Bye,

Austino Galaxia 

A Poem Of Sight.

(Tonight, once again, is gonna be different.  If you've been reading throughout our diary, you'll see that I love to write some poems every now and then...Right now, I'm really...really...little emotional, to say the least.  So I hope that you can feel every single emotion within us as u read this...it may be funny, it may be sad, it may just be the craziest thing u've ever read...or it might be the best.  We have no idea where it's gonna lead, just let The Author in the Sky direct us, and let's see what shall happen.  (Huge Blow)....Here we go...)

Our mind often wonders, like many,
Just how long it will take.
You've been on this road, for years,
Like the infinity sign for God's sake.

Now it's different, like never before,
And I can feel it in the air.
It used to be fun as roses,
Or even a trip to the County Fair.

Seemingly, we're at that special time in life,
One every one stops upon at one point.
The one where u have to make that decision,
Go hard, or simply quit and smoke a joint.

I'm starting to feel this thing y'all,
When I say that u better beware.
Just let me go, don't interrupt me,
A text or call, u betta not dare.

I'm mad.  Quite simple.
Just like my boy LL Cool J did shout.
We're determined to make a point,
And my Papa up above said go and knock urself out.

Am I the only one who simply feels, ready,
For a change of a lifetime.
Like they've been through it all now,
And now it's time for just a little sunshine?

Is that too much to ask for?
I mean, I know I'm kind of snobby.
But, that's who I am, who've I've become,
I've now taken up "Never Again" as my new hobby.

Some people who read this may wonder,
Why doesn't he just shut up, he has the life.
Got the money, Got the location,
Where are you coming with all this strife?

See, that's what I'm talking about,
Right here, now and clearer than ever.
Our life is so much more than meets the eye,
If u figured it out, u're so totally clever.

This is the problem with life,
We look so much at things through sight.
But it's what you can't see, those dreams,
Or nightmare days that keep one up at night.

Tonight, we're gonna just let loose,
Like we're back in circa 2K 11.
Back when life was a little more tame,
When I had a little taste of Heaven.

This is just the intro folks,
So get ur popcorn ready.
Call ur friends, Cancel that date,
Maybe pop in No Doubt's Rock Steady.

I'm gonna take you on a ride,
Perhaps the last one of it's kind.
So sit back, and clear you head,
The title of this one is...

Faith Blind.

We're a dreamer, like others,
Just we dream that things will become new.
Blame it on our childhood, or those Bible verses,
Heck, blame it on us eating glue.

Don't act like you've never done it,
Surprisingly not many have tried.
Don't folks know the coolest people do it,
Elmer's is easily in my last meal top five.

I just think anything is possible,
Even those things never seen.
I like those things even more,
Those get the honors most deservedly deemed.

I don't know, I just think life is cool,
And each day is so like dope.
It's better than any artificial high,
Well, better than sex, I don't know,
 I better not go down that slippery slope.

Maybe I want too much out of life,
The babes, the life, all that's South Beach.
The ride, The mansion,
Oh...and 2 Broke Girls to be interrupted,
For my Sexiest Man Alive Speech.

What I'm finding out though,
That's is sooo tough to find a mind alike.
Disappointed so many times,
It's like flying Virgin America from Miami on a flight.

U think, Does anybody care,
Or have we all just settled for something less.
Have we just thrown our hands up,
Is it now acceptable to Lance Armstrong on the test?

No pun intended, but it's true,
I'm tired of seeing...settle.
You can do better, I know it,
Ur boiling water in a stupid pan,
When in front of you is a golden tea kettle.

That's what's been on our mind, as of late,
Austino, u might have to lower ur level.
But why should I, I'm really pretty simple,
A face like an angel, who can suck like a dirt devil!

Now I'm just joking really,
And I'm not gonna talk about that love thing...yet.
U know that's later in this poem,
Almost like taking the Patriots in a Super Bowl bet.

I do feel that way though, like,
What has been created.
U try to just be urself,
The more u do, the more u wanna be sedated.

I may be the only who feels this way,
If so, I guess as the Beatles say, "Let It Be".
More and more, I think I'm like a blueprint,
One for the present and future to see.

It's like no matter what you do,
The script has already been done.
But u still wonder the what's the next turn,
Is Galaxia and Julia Angelica gonna go back to having fun?

That's an inside joke, from the last episode of our script,
Where those 2 are gonna me for a mini-date.
I don't even know what's gonna happen next,
So read it right here, right now, before it's too late.

I like the city of Miami,
It in many ways describes us to a tee.
A big town, small town feel,
I think I know the names of even every flea.

It's fun, it's beachy,
It's why people wanna come and joy.
It's sexy, It's artsy,
It's where u wanna catch that new boy toy.

Let me stop right here, and don't get offended,
But those last two words are personal to me.
Nothing I can do, or even say,
I just wonder is all that people in me see?

A boy toy, very interesting,
I wrote about that a long time ago.
It's like people think play with you, and gawk,
Or even eat you like some new play-doh.

Yeah, I ate that too as a kid,
No wonder I'm so crazy.
Jokes aside though...I shake our head,
Even strangers give an eye so doughnut glazy.

When u push and push,
U just wanna see some kind of change.
All this effort and no results,
U feel like an outcast, and ever so deranged.

Why does everybody get theirs?
And they work so less.
It's like a parade being thrown,
And u didn't even invite the band best.

I might just have to change, u know,
Just roll with all the punches.
I can do that with the best of them, believe me,
I should sit back, and stop doing all these crunches.

Yeah, yeah, that's it, be normal.
Isn't that the phrase of 20 one three?
The economy stinks, jobs are less,
And what's life is the Lakers can't win a straight three?

But freakin' A, No...not yet,
Yet it's temptation at its peak.
It's like being in the room with Pamela, Lil Kim,
And every other sexy little freak.

You look, see, and think,
Is it worth it anymore?
Feel like Hugh Grant in Love Actually,
When for his future queen, he knocked on every door.

Austin, perhaps that's the key, right there,
That you have to do whatever it takes.
For some it may take a dab of tha cup,
For others u may have to show the whole cake.

It's just when u've felt like u've done your best,
For so long, u want sumthing to show.
I know that's part of the game,
But we've worked like Paula Deen, so where's tha dough?

That's why I love to read so much,
Just to see others who've gone through this too.
Kicking rocks while walking,
Praying until your cheeks turn blue.

Simply to get some idea, to know,
Are we on the right track?
If not, I need to know right now,
I already have a ready backpack.

Be patient...Be patient.
So much easier said than done.
Funny how those who say that,
Are they who've already got...one.

I think that's why this who diary was created,
Something so unique and unscaled.
People can talk fine and dandy after the fact,
But what about when u're trapped in life's whale?

Real talk, and that's why we're writing right now,
Instead, of watching the ball game tonight.
It's being DVR'd, which is cool,
But my dreams are in danger of falling from their height.

I'm self-motivated beyond words,
But sometimes it can leave u spent.
U get past being told, "No", or being cut off in traffic,
But why did they have to hit tha ride and put a dent.

These are the times where u dig, and dig,
Hoping that something's there u can fend.
Just today, I just questioned myself,
When would this nightmare end?

Our life is cool, have the best of everything,
Shouldn't complain a bit.
U just want more, just to get u over the edge,
Like a girl with nice body but still want surgery on her ---s.

I'm not one for talking,
I can be as superficial as one can get.
I go all Gnarls Barkley over a pimple,
And this new haircut is still giving me a mental fit.

So believe you me, I can talk about these things,
Many days in a Modeling Agency I spent.
I guess that's why I talk about real beauty so much,
I'm not just a client...I'm the President.

Sure somebody might be yelling at the screen,
When are you gonna talk about love.
Well, here u go, I'll try to be like a Prince,
And not get a cry from a dove.

U know it's crazy when u see names,
Just pop up like a VH1 video.
This episode, that episode,
It's like a living Seinfeld show.

Sometimes u giggle,
While others make u laugh in a burst.
U wonder why u did what you did at the time,
Your name ain't Sprite, u coulda obeyed your thirst!

I was telling a girl story today,
One about us be stalked like silk.
She said, 'those things only happen to you.',
Now u know why I feel like a cow who can't give milk.

As crazy as this diary has been,
I STILL have stories untold.
Let's see, on the eve of this one New Year's Eve,
How I almost got involved with this attractive 36-year old.

Or Gabriella who was from Brazil,
And still might be the cutest thing I've ever seen.
Dress was trendy, smile was deadly,
And her cinnamon skin was so ProActive clean.

I told my boy JB, I'm going in next time I see here,
Here she comes, hair bouncing so free.
I literally ran out the dorm room, no lines only truth,
And we'll let Cupid be the decider of destiny.

I was like blah, blah, blah...What?,
Is it my game u future playboys u seek.
I can't tell you that, cuz I don't give game,
But that girl broke my heart when she said,
She was leaving in a week.

So much bro, here's another one,
And this is on me.
There was this girl with curly hair, slim build,
But her face was really incredible.

She had a boyfriend which was cool,
I always anticpate so much.
But that wasn't what got me,
My soul got tickled by another touch.

See the whole time me and this doll was talking,
It was like watching us two put on a show.
Cuz the Professor was standing up there,
Gawking at us,
And then looked away like we didn't know.

All these episodes, many lessons
I did not seek.
And I got a few more to one day share,
Which all just happened within the last week.

That wasn't the plan, to share that talk,
We should give a thought.
Some people catch love,
Others just happen to get caught.

As for us, we've already said enough,
About this and that and about who.
I'm at that point right now where,
There ain't nothing else I can do.

See once u've seen what u've seen,
U learn to let things happen.
Once u try to force things,
Or MAKE folk love ya,
Ur spirits become a dampen.

It can be different for single folk,
And it might be too real to even talk.
But if I'm gonna be who I am,
Then I better be one to walk tha walk.

I'm gonna take it another level,
Those who are the most beauty.
After all I've been through,
My need to talk is my sacred duty.

Sometimes u wonder,
Why God created me like this?
I'm so attracting on the eyes,
But it's my personality that people miss.

Then...when they finally begin to know you,
You seem too good to be true.
Wait, you look good, you're funny as can be,
No disrespect but I'm not good enough for you.

That's what makes you special,
And what makes you one of a kind.
I've said it once, and I'll say it again,
A mate should make love to your,
Soul...Body...and Mind.

As I started this poetic fiasco,
I'm here to say.
Don't lower your standards,
Just so that you can Friday night play.

Always date up, always...
And that ain't talking just about money.
We look on what a person does so much,
When we forget just about how they are so funny.

Just last night, I was thinking about this girl,
And wondering should I approach or leave it up to fate.
But the funky thing that was on my mind was,
Whether or not I should even think about her,
Just because of her weight.

My conclusion was, "beep it",
And how dare I even think a thing.
She's gives us an eye, she's a cutie,
And under all that could be an angel's wing.

These are real issues, especially in my life,
And I know others here in the island of fantasy.
U think about ur image, of even who's ur friend,
When it should be how u feel about them,
Not what others see.

I say that not because I've mastered that,
It's a daily grind of the mind.
I'm just learning that beauty comes in many shapes and colors,
And if others don't agree...that's fine.

Now it's about being around the best,
And those who want to elevate.
U'll be surprised who has similar views,
It might just take a courtroom interrogate.

Our love life is one of legend,
And it was supposed to be that way.
Now we've moved on,
With lessons in our pocket,
Like an IPhone after pay day.

Well, I don't know what's about to happen,
Maybe this was like a poem of 'Twas The Night Before.'
I have a funny feeling,
That there's a lot of fun upcoming in-store.

But our thoughts have been on our mind,
Like happy hour on Brickell Ave..
So much say, don't know if anybody would ever read this,
Hopefully a piece of my soul has crossed your path.

I've given my best y'all,
And I hope I've done alright.
Just want one day live in a Galaxy,
Out of sight.

One which it's nothing but fun,
And great times to share.
One where true love is appreciated,
And not this one night affair.

The time for us to stop writing is coming soon,
This poem may be the last of its day.
But at least I've shared who we are,
In a goofy, yet thoughtful way.

So that's it, thanks for your time,
The pleasure has been all on me.
Til next time, I'll guarantee,
You'll see a different me.

Good things are about to happen.
That's not just for me but also for you.
It took a long time, I understand,
But that's just so that you can grown.

Heartbreaks, tears,
Years felt wasted off your life.
They just act like it didn't happen,
But guess what now it's ur time to strike.

You're ready, I know I am,
Find anybody more ready, Not...
You'll never find.

That's the beauty of the journey,
U close your eyes and see the prize,
Remember...to get what you want,
You must have tha final ingredient,
And that's...
Simply why it's called...

Faith Blind.


Austino Galaxia.