Austino Meet...Austino.

Another night in our diary, huh.  Where O where do we begin...We've been in a flat out Tupac "Me against The World" attitude as of late.  I don't know.  It's just like I've been feeling like "enough is enough" of some of tha things that's been happening in our life, and tha feeling like no matter what we do, isn't good enough.  I have a pretty cool life, but...this ain't where I want to stay.  I feel like God has blessed us with so many things, talents, and more importantly the love of fun and life.  And we just are a tad frustrated that we have to continue to go through this process night in, and night out....week after week...month after month...year after year...decade after decade.

I guess I just want to much out of life.  I believe that the sky's tha limit just like Biggie said.  We believe that things all happen for a reason.  When u keep on pushing and pushing, and have to find motivation where there isn't any, or when u have to contrigate (That ain't even a word.) a mirage to make u feel like things are gonna change, that's when u think, why keep on going.  This ain't gonna be no depression type post, but it's time for somebody to tell it like it is.  There may be some cuss words in this, who knows what I'm gonna write, but this diary is ours, and I'm gonna tell it like we feel.

Throughout this process we always talk about the steps you have to go through to get to that ultra-level.  The talking is tha easy part, but once u're going through the process, it's pure madness.  Being uncomfortable means that you are growing, I understand that, but our life has been so crazy.  Sometimes it feels like "Everybody" looks at us in this strange way.  I was in bed the other day, and was thinking about how much of this "boy toy" image we have with people.  It's crazy.  From people older than us, for dag gone sure from people who are younger than us.  We're humble and are this ultimate kid in all ways, I guess, but sometimes u just wonder, if me being a "kid" in heart or being nice is really paying off.  Should I have, or not have cuz I already own it, but should I wear my Swagger on my sleeve more.  Maybe I should just cut people off when I don't wanna hear about their problems.  Perhaps I should approach every chick I see and just be like, "I Wanna Do You.", it seems like all these things are seemingly what is getting tha job done nowadays.  That's what gets u tha cash, what gets u laid, gets u tha fancy cars and trips, so...

Today I was at tha Triple A for tha Heat/Bulls game.  This whole weekend has been beyond my comprehension really.  I woke up on Saturday morning, and went to that Lakers Comcast Network website, on as it loaded up, I saw our guy Kobe Bryant grabbing his leg, with the caption of a torn ACL over tha pic. I literally didn't say a word for almost 25 minutes.  Although I love the Heat, as they have helped paid our bills for tha last seven years, them Lakers are our squad as well.  And this was just...mindblowing.  Still can't believe that I'm not gonna see my boy for at least 6 months.  It ain't gonna be tha same.  So after watching like an hour's worth video and articles trying to see what's up.  So we were, and am still, a little disturbed by this.  I felt tha same when Derek Jeter fell to tha ground for tha Yankees last year, and had to be carried off that field...I don't wanna even talk about it....

So u had that....then we had a trip up to Broward County, to do some shopping.  More like a sneak preview really.  We found some good music for good deals.  Which I really believe nobody is getting stuff like we are...anywhere.  We are getting everything from Jessica Simpson to Santana to Randy Crawford to Nelly Furtado to Pebbles, I'm not on a "who's popular tip", but we are straight up on a "DJ" crate tip, where we are fulfilling a lot of music that I never had.  I was listening to that Train Drops of Jupiter album from a while back.  U talking about good music!  Then as we were up in the Sunrise area late last night, I was listening to that old Blackstreet Finally album.  I was hearing some songs I hadn't heard in a mighty long time.  We are into music dude.  Not just a genre, or Hip Hop or R&B...it's serious.  I freaking love European Pop like tha Spice Girls or Kylie Minogue, and we love smooth jazz like Boney James or Fourplay (I wonder why!), but it's serious dude.  I probably should become a real DJ on tha one's or two's...I should.

I have to say this Kathy and Ms. Liz it was awesome seeing u up at tha Triple A today, it's becoming tha joint to see all of Miami, and it's been awhile, but great to share some hugs and kisses....But I think one thing that has us frustrated up above, and just pee o'd for 80% of the weekend is two things. One, the fire of having to continually prove urself time and time again, especially for a guy like us, just burns so deeply now, that it's ridiculous.  I remember Phil Jackson, the legendary hoops coach talk about how u have to be egotistically obsessive about winning a championship to actually win one.  I think that's why things have happened...Here's a quote for somebody who's going through similar things...Gary Vitti, the trainer of the Lakers was asked a question about Kobe, and he replied that he told Kobe, "Here's another challenge...Basketball comes too easy for you...And you need this..."

That got me to thinking about our life.  Perhaps, and I'm gonna write this thang tonight. Be my guest and stop reading if u don't wanna hear this.  I don't give a care really...Perhaps, things come too easy in our life, and God above gives us areas which we seem not to crack to build our character to that...level.  The one where ur motivated beyond compare, the level where nothing can stop you, the level where u appreciate things and women and a good check, more than u would if u didn't have that adversity.  I'm always talking about having my "own era" on this Earth.  Like Elvis or The Beatles or Gary Coleman or Seinfeld, that period where everything that we touch is gold.  Now, Austin, don't u figure if u wanna have the ultimate prize, then u sure as Hades are gonna have to endure the ultimate trials?  You're name is Galaxia, meaning you want to have the Galaxy revolve around you, so don't you think that you character is gonna have to be at a certain level for that to happen?  It's like freakin' wanting to be a lawyer.  There are some prerequisites....

I'm starting to feel it, so let me go tonight...

For u to be a lawyer there are some prerequisites that you have to go through before you can get that title.  You have to go through years, not F'ing days, but years of sacrificing and taking test after test after test.  And not going to the club, cuz u have to be ready for the next days class...Or perhaps not shopping all day Saturday cuz u know come Monday you're gonna have to be ready.  Then after u've taken all those tests, and let all those years go by when ur friends are doing their own thing (Somebody's feeling me right now I know it.), then u still have a test to past.  The Bar Exam.  And all those other tests don't mean a dilly pooh, if u don't past that.  Now if that's what it takes to become Matlock, then how much more do you want to do if you want to change a world in a way that hasn't been changed in that last 2 thousand, thirteen years and 4 months and fourteen days.  YOU MUST GO THROUGH IT!

C'mon Austino, get urself together.  U say that ur tha best, and that there's nobody like you, then freaking prove it.

Let's get personal even more...So that was one thing, our fire burning uncontrollably controllable.  Then two, we begin to think that the path that we've had to go through can no way...let me erase that...The end goal can no way be worth the road that's led me to that goal.  What do u mean Galaxia?  Well, we are or began to think that the road has been more difficult than the goal will be good.  Let me give u an example...

Ok.  I always talking about girls and love, and dating.  And how there isn't too much, and after this weekend NOTHING that I haven't been through.  So...I can look at this two ways.  One, I can be like this is some Horse mess that I gotta go through all these steps when others are getting theirs without having to experience some or any of the lessons that we have.  It's like how can like 99% of tha females that we meet, want us, or want to screw us, or be around us, but for unheralded complex complications  (I.E.-Boyfriend, or Girlfriend, or Married or Leaving The Country), can't.  And then the ones that you may present an opportunity with, end up being in that 1% that's not meant for you for some reason or another.  I mean think about that...

There are 100 girls over the world.  99 of them like you.  But u keep on finding that 'one' who doesn't.  That can mess with your mind, like, "Hold up, now."  I got this girl who's modeled all over Europe, who realizes what we bring to tha table, but has a boyfriend which is cool, but if things were different, she'll be with us.  And then u have this girl who doesn't take care of herself, always complaining about nobody wanting to be with her, then u come around trying to brighten her day, not by sleeping with her, but just to take her mind away, and she tells you, "No".

And u wonder why I preach, "Always go up in relationships, and never go down."

That hasn't nothing to do with money either.

That's one way of looking at ur experiences.  Another one is to look at it in tha sense that I've paid my dues, and anything that comes my way is truly gonna be a blessing,  but tha paying of tha dues is worth it.  So this weekend, I was thinking, I really, really open tonight, I began to look ahead some like there can't be any woman who can be worth all the trials and crazy episodes that I've been through.  Like, I don't know if that girl even exists.  And once u begin to think like that, u begin to look within.  Ok.  It must not take this high standard of living to get what u want.  Maybe I should...

Cut corners.

Instead of me wanting to eat right, and exercise like a Pro Athlete,...C'mon Jodeci sing this "ish" tonight!  I need it...trying to help people, attempting to have fun when ain't nobody else is on that tip, basically instead of being true to yourself, and come up empty...

Why not just be "normal" like everybody else.  Why not, not speak to strangers, why not walk away from somebody when they need a listening ear, why not say "beep it" and not strive to better urself over and over again, if doing it that way let's u come up...full.

For real.  I have high standards of myself.  Forget everybody else's standards of me, they can never reach what I think of myself, cuz they're the highest ones out there.  My Moms told me something a while ago, and I love my Moms so much, but I just couldn't comprehend it.  Moms told me something to the effect of us perhaps being at the highest level we're gonna be at.  And to be satisfied with that.  Simple told to us, because we have been blessed more than a lifetime with others.  I mean, I was at Target up at Sawgrass, and I've never seen so many people of all ages, riding around in these small motor buggies.  And here I am, I can walk, I can run, I can workout whenever I want, I live in tha ultimate neighborhood of South Beach...I talked to somebody today at tha Heat game, and he was calling from Kansas City, Missouri.  And he was a big Miami fan, especially of The Heat, and he was talking about how "I bet Miami is nice."  There's somebody, somewhere who would like to drive around for 20 minutes to find a parking space in South Beach.  There's somebody who would love to work for a sports team.  There's somebody who is paying Uncle Sam in taxes, and would love to get back hundreds of dollars...WE'RE BLESSED DUDE!

But on that same token, as I told Moms, I know this isn't the end goal that we've been prepared for.  It's like Lebron winning his upteenth MVP award last year.  That was cool, fine and dandy, but he wanted...

The Ring.

That's how I feel, right now.  And I do mean NOW!  When I write that there's a sense of urgency on our life, not because of our age (I never freakin' get old anyway), but just because u reach a point where u ain't gonna take anymore, and u need to show who you truly are, and show what u've practicing, and how u've been practicing for the last upteeth years, while u've been waiting for ur chance to shine.  And the thang that woke us up this weekend, or more specifically like an hour and 15 minutes ago, is that u need to have things happen in order to get that kick in tha butt.  Especially me.

I may not say it, but we write it, how I think I'm one of the most egotistical people you'll ever me.  "Why is this person driving so...close...to...us." or "How dare this girl decline my offer, when if she knew what was really up, she should be begging to even be in our presence."  I'm keeping it real, maybe too real, but I ABSOLUTELY KNOW somebody else thinks these things as well.  If not, then I have no problem being tha only one.  Let's go Madcon sing this joint!  I'm confident in many ways, but that confidence comes from the trials we've been through.  There's different ways to get swagger u know.  U can try to buy it...That won't last.  You can "fake it to you make it"...That has a better chance of lasting...But u can also get swagger from the difficult times.  This is partially how I get it, and I suggest u do too.  I mean, if I gotta go through all this mess, from  going through interviews u know ur qualified for but get a...Fudge, don't even get a "no thank-you"...Or put up with people running in and out of ur life like a song by The Gap Band, then I must be something special that God sees to allow me to endure through all that.  Sometimes I get upset like this has to be some kind of joke right.  That may be...Oh boy...That might be why I'm gonna be so comfortable being in tha large spotlight in tha future, cuz my life has been entertainment for some many Angels up in Heaven.  If I can perform for them, it ain't nothing to perform for anybody else.

So how are u gonna handle it Pooh Dizzle?

You want the best...You're gonna have to go through the hardest route to get it.  You can't be so concerned with what or who somebody else has cuz their desires might not be tha same of yours.  When they go to New York, they just might be cool seeing The Empire State Building.  As to where, when u go, u want the State Building, Times Square, Brooklyn Bridge and of course Seventh Ave.  So for you to compare urself to others, when they may have something that's just for them, and not for you.  Or even, u don't know how long or what they went through legally or illegally to get what they have...For you to compare where ur at, and what u've been through with others is so uncivilized.  I mean, you set tha standards, you don't meet them, you set them. Yeah...

And always remember that just because it rains on Saturday night doesn't mean it's gonna be raining on Sunday morning.  What is doesn't necessarily mean it will always be.  There was a line that keep running through our soul this weekend, and this ain't no lie as I say this.  The words...

"That was tha Last Step."

Resonated throughout us.  How should u act if u knew that all ur years of sacrificing without seeing a sign of hope or all tha nights somebody invited you to go out,  but u couldn't cuz u've been crying for the last two hours or all the times u practiced harder than any of ur teammates  but come gametime u didn't even get off tha bench, and u're supposed to be one of tha Captains of the team...How would u react if u knew all of that will be over.  I'm gonna freakin' tell you how...

You're gonna have a confidence of not exclusion but of inclusion.  You're gonna realize that what's tha used to have lessons learned, money in tha bank, and an excess of fun that tha world has never seen, and let it all go to waste, and not share that with...somebody.  You're gonna look in tha mirror and say, "I'm hot" even though nobody's told you that, although YOU'VE been telling other people that.  You're gonna dance harder like never before...You're gonna sing like ur at tha Hollywood Bowl whenever u hear ur song..Ur gonna dress like it's against tha law...You're gonna work out like a guy who realizes his time is now or never...And ur Gonna love, Give love, Show love, Exemplify love, and for dag gone sure, MAKE love like tha last time cuz u know how it feels NOT too have those things.

I used to take pride in knowing that the world has never seen us when we've either been super close to our goals, or has seen us when we've really and truly...Had what we wanted...Or who've we wanted.  If u thought we've been wild before, now we're determined to show that dreams come true.  And that we are a Dream-fulfiller, Fantasy-making, kid who's ready to show how to really have fun.  And how to really love platonic or with that sexy love one.

There's nobody like us.  And there won't ever be anybody else like it.  So since this is gonna be tha only time a life like this crosses these blue waters, and green grasses, might as well show what we got.

This is who I am.  This is what life has made me.  And as I end tonight, I only see one image from this diary post, and from here on in our life...

The Curtain is now raised.

And let tha show truly begin.

A.G.

Bo.

Alright, should we...or shouldn't we?...Why not, this is gonna be a long night anyway, so...for old times sake, here's another one for tha books.  Let's see what shall enter on these pages tonight....

So much is happening in our life,
Just too much to even speak.
Running here, running there,
People coming into our life every week.

This morning actually started, before dawn,
More like around am 3:45.
Laying in our bed, face down, booty up,
Parallel like I had just taken a spring board dive.

Our life is so crazy though,
I wish somebody could really give us a movie right.
During the day it feels too much like MTV Spring Break,
While later on it looks too much like a Hooters airline flight.

I'm just a kid, who wants to love,
And as I always say, just have fun.
Been through it all it feels like,
It's amazing what it takes just to be number one.

Nothing beats experience though,
That thought hit us while I was doing a number dos.
U can handle anything once u go through it,
Ask Susan Lucci how it feels to be seemingly...close.

Now its like I'm just bent on living grand,
Making sure we have nothing but tha best.
We were once puzzled by a lot of things,
Now I'm selling tha answers to life's SAT test.

The thing that has taken over our thoughts is simple,
Hopefully people just take it as this.
We're not gonna sacrifice our growth to be normal,
Nope, its time to show we're one of tha big fish.

Don't snap ur fingers, say "Whatever",
Or do that neck thang like the sistas from tha hood.
We're still humble about our blessings, for sure,
Just now we have tha gas power,
From the Little Engine That Could.

Are you really ready for us? For real,
This is what life is supposed as u become gold.
The energy given off, the fun to be had,
How much would I get if I was to be sold?

Huh, that's a great question to ask,
Dude how much do u think u're worth?
Can u measure the number in dollar signs?
I'll be worth millions if we measured them in flirts.

As I listen to my possible wedding song, right now,
By my boy, Jon B., named "Paradise In U",
I can only think about the steps one must take,
Sometimes hitting tha reset tab, so it all can become new.

I talk about love and dating so much,
Maybe that's my profession as a Love Shrink.
Talk about tha do's and all the don'ts,
Sometimes u gotta throw out the power of The Think.

Go on instincts, and let things just fly,
More importantly, living in that moment of life.
Don't get caught up in finding the one who can please you,
Guys pleasing is good, but I want more from my wife.

We are blessed from God above,
To now have a life that is turning into something one of a kind.
I have a few moments before this Bulls/Knicks game,
Can I get loose for awhile?  Surely you won't mind.

It's time out for games, dude,
Or at least when it comes to really living to tha max.
Our will, our determination is at a all-time high,
Heck, I might pull out my old high school sax.

This diary, and everything about our life,
Is about doing what brings us a smile under this sun.
We are now in the process of a little rewriting of sorts,
See.."It ain't Fun if tha Homies don't have none!"

If u are going to be with me from here on out,
I want to make a few things clear.
Number one, don't compare us to anybody in ur past,
Don't want to but I guess I need to go there.

See, I can already feel, or have a sixth sense like,
This guy is talking, and I think its too good to be true.
He's all hype, nobody enjoys life that much,
An All-talk sandwich, with BS chips,
And a can of Mountain Dew.

Now I'm learning that hey, we have to share our thirst,
Like hugging the block drinking a 40oz. of some O.E.,
I have no problem keeping it real, cuz somebody has to,
Why can't that somebody be me.

This is sounding too egotistical, too Kayne,
Or too much like Tee Cruise on the Red Carpet Floor.
How else should I act though,
I've knocked for so long, but now I have the key to Success' door.

Before I get into that Number Two, let me say this,
And I don't think folks truly understand this part.
The fire that can be ignited, from a disrespect,
From a trial, or even from a broken heart.

Once u've hit some tough moments in ur life,
Some u never thought u could ever cloud rise above.
"I Remember", huh, that's another one of my favorite songs,
Deadmau5 and Kaskade wrote this for me...
With a sly signature of love.

You think never again will I hold back my level of fun,
Never again will I settle for nothing but the best.
Now I'm living like there's no tomorrow,
That could be travel, love, or a sexy used book fest.

As this is a very personal diary,
I need my soul to be felt through and through.
Which means I need to get into another "Galaxia-ism",
I mean what's a one, if u don't have that Number Two.

Which is the power of dreams, yeah I said it again,
Might as well get used to it, it's in our soul.
I mean let's be real, how many times have u dreamed in class,
Wanting to touch melons that weren't made by Dole.

My hand goes flying up, let's just be real,
Dreams are what keeps u going through tha day.
I've shared a few, like a Miami/L.A bicoastal life,
Funny how now I feel like its inches away.

And when ur close to something u've always wanted,
That push becomes even more of a desire.
Don't take it personal, if I don't speak to you,
It's just that I'm determined to connect this spark generated wire.

People ask me so many questions, all most too many,
About life, sports, and matters of tha heart.
Here's Numbero Three while we're at it,
Give ur best, and let God do His part.

You can want something or somebody so bad,
Until it just dissolves right before your very eyes.
That's that Feather mentality,
Don't reach so hard for it as its in tha sky.

Just be patient, and it will come to you,
Then u'll be like, 'Austino, did say it'll be tha easy.'
Didn't have to go crazy like a bat,
Or even have to play tha "Make It Rain" remix with Lil Weezy.

I'm gonna be honest, I'm so ultra-competitive,
Something that's known but unknown when it come to me.
Matter of fact on three people I think can even compare,
Jordan, Woods, and that guy known as Kobe.

Probably a lot came from my Pops,
Him and Moms serve so much about becoming your ultimate self.
Not getting down about junk, or trying so hard to please others,
Share fun and love, and if so, then follows all the wealth.

There's just an excitement, like never before,
Which is krazy because I've already had a life of plenty.
Cool jobs, ultimate life in many ways,
Many times giving up a dime...no not any.

So now as where in this moment,
Where everything is at a new level.
The next number in our countdown is a good one,
Hope this one is good, we've already had several.

"Doing something different" is next on tha list,
Getting out of ur skin for a moment is so importante.
Try a new food spot, read a different genre,
I heard Bossypants was good by Tina Fey.

You grow, and you learn,
Sometimes by people who u'll never meet.
That's ok though, taking a celebrity pic ain't everything,
Besides, my ego won't ever allow me to bow at another man's feet.

Now a woman, that's different,
After a long day's work, those footsy's always need a rub.
I'm thinking about this one girl right now,
Hopefully she's into duckies and singing "Rubber Dub Dub".

But that's what I'm talking about,
Which is a great segway into our Number Five.
Whatever you do, and however u live,
Follow me, and make the words "I Love You" more alive.

Does that mean say it for tha heck of it, are u kidding me?
You must be smoking them Washington Ave. mushrooms!
Love is an action word though, through a call, from a rose,
How about doing tha dishes and simply picking up tha broom.

To learn all this though, u have to live life full,
Go with you heart, and will life like a '75 homer by Carlton Fisk.
The wind may be blowing in from left field,
Don't be scared though...Next Number:  Take a Risk.

That's where confidence comes in,
Swagger plants its roots,
And small blips just become parts of life's necessary toll.
Miss Lisa, hopefully u're a future homegirl,
I'll contact you later, after I get this all this off my chest,
But this IS simply how I "egg roll". (Wink!)

I'm a guy who knows now, which is unique,
The sense of urgency is at an all-time high.
This moment was always in our soul,
Ever since Kells sung "I Believe I Can Fly."

To see Elmer Fudd dunking, taking on the Monstars,
Them hooping in an arena just short of Heaven.
Huh.  That's a thought, "Always Reach for the Stars"
So good I think I'll make that one Number Seven.

Not selling urself short, and believe in tha best,
Knowing all the practice that u've put in.
All the miles, all the "not this time's",
All tha undeniable, "should have been's".

There's nothing worse than thinking you don't deserve,
That stupid thought crossed me today like, "For you it's too much."
It didn't last too long though, cuz we thought about who we are,
"Somebody or something being out of your league...there is no such."

Hopefully you believe that as well, If so,
It'll take you places that you'll never dream.
A spot on Jeopardy!, tasting the finest wines in France,
Kissing Princess Leia with her holding your special beam.

This is what life is about, and hopefully somebody will see in me,
That what you see, or hear, is more than the real thing.
I want to be the Mariah Carey of life.
You may not like me, but u gotta admit,
That boy really sure can sing.

But then it should be the other way around right,
Instead of being the next, we should be the first.
Having that attitude of paving our own footsteps,
Creating special bubbles that will never burst.

What is going on Austino?  U've gotten soft,
Are you some kind of freakin' Deli Lama?
Please, I'm still as gangsta as they come son, believe that,
If you don't believe me, then just ask my Grandmama.

Just at that stage where things are clicking,
Praise The Lord, for I deserve no credit for this.
Its finally like, after duking it out for over a decade,
Now I've won tha fight without throwing any fists.

You're getting the whole enchilada with us,
And this is how a future superstar writes and thinks.
All our heart is being revealed tonight, nothing holding back,
Just for tha Drano of it, I'll throw in two more kitchen sinks.

The first being something else dear to our heart,
Something I've learned from all tha girls, every one so fine.
Don't  know if I should give away this secret, it's so personal,
But just like a golf course, you must have a number nine.

Which mean this is really good,
It must be something really great.
I'll count this one for two slots,
Considering I skipped the number eight.

"Live Like It.", is the follwing note,
On this special poem,
Which is gonna either draw or dissect.
That's Ok, cuz I gotta let all this out on this Thursday night,
If you already didn't know I graduated Cum Laude in Love,
With a Master's from Fun Tech.

Act like a champion, a vet,
Or even a Spanish Novela loverboy.
Have to expect greatness, expect things to work for good,
Imagine how you act if you already had a FAO Schwarz toy.

You do, and don't you ever forget that,
Fear is just an illusion of nothing there.
Jump at all opportunities that come to you,
Try that free Corn Dog at tha County Fair.

Now I'm not one to talk, cuz our eating habits,
Are really out of control truly and for real.
But don't knock it til you try it,
Having the "Lights On" may be part of the deal.

That's it for us, I think, but for some reason,
I feel like there is one more out there for thought.
Like going over an expense report 10 times,
Or double taking over a Most Wanted list of the most sought.

Ok.  Here it is.  The last of tha last.
The Creme de la Creme.
I've already talked about risks, deeds of difference,
And all the unlimited powe of a simple dream.

The last one on 2nite is this,
Something u can always repeat wherever u go.
It makes the difference between believing it will happen,
While walking out with the light bulb of "I know."

Create Fun.  Is there any doubt any more,
You know what we Rob Base our life on now.
Sure you could have wrote that final one with your eyes close,
Like after a Iphone release price increase Mr. Jones named Dow.

Finito.  That's it.
So no longer be surprised when things begin to occur.
I've shared our secrets with you,
I've Rain-X'd your vision from any blur.

We want to leave no doubt in any hearts,
That something special is a brew.
Something u want to cherish for ever, and ever,
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10 of them.  From our hearts,
Words that can be uttered by a human,
Or even a talking parrot.
I love beautiful women, and love something so perfect,
Can't think of any other name for this poem...than...

Bo Derek.

Signed,
Austino Galaxia.  Forever.

Shop Talk.

Huge Blow.

Okey Dokey.  We're back.  Our diary.  So what do we write about on today...it's just me and you anyways.  So many things to begin, from a wild dream this morning, for me all day having withdraws about not having one almond the entire day.  That hasn't happened since like...well, I don't even remember tha last time it did happen.  Let's have a little fun on tonight, I feel something in tha air, and we're gonna let our fingers just go, and see what happens.  Usually, don't we always say this, usually, when we don't know what to write about, something special occurs, so buckle up for another classic I'm sure...

(Huge Sigh!)

Alright, I'm just gonna let it go.  Now I've admitted more than a few occasions throughout this diary, our love for shopping.  Yes, I admit that I'm a recovering shopaholic...Yes, I admit that my hand still trembles whenever I get that Groupon deal for $20 for $40 worth of merchandise at Off Saks...And Yes, I've doubled back a few times telling salespeople to put things on hold, only to go back and tell them to take it off...Only to later go back and actually buying the item just because I went home and saw like Diddy or Enrique Iglesias was rocking it during an interview with Univision.  By the way, is it me, or does tha Univision Network really don't give a hill of capitol (Political Joke for tha day!) when it comes to interviews. I mean, somebody has to know what I'm talking about.  The other day when my guy won like $240 million dollars worth of lap dances, or something like that up in New York for tha lottery.  These cats from Univision was up in tha dude's apartment stairwell with all these cameras and stuff. I was like, "Dag gone".  Now I've been in some stairwells, and they aren't all like a day on the set of The Notebook.  Some of them smell, kids yelling everywhere, mouse traps with old cheese missing that looked like Jerry just pulled the three card monte on somebody, it can be rougher than going to Mickey D's during lunch hour and finding out they just ran outta meat.

So they put this Lebron/D Wade trap on my guy and his family, as they were walking in tha apartment building.  I tell you, some of our Espanol stations would go through tha lengths...I still remember this guy having one leg in a cast, up like in a Isosceles triangle (Yes, I remembered something from math class besides the minimum  people it takes to pass a note from one corner of the room to the other!), and on top of that his face was bloodied up, and his face was in a wrap like a gyro as well.  They still sticked tha mic in his face like whoa...All he could mustard up was like syllables.  To hear a grown man utter tha alphabet backwards in Spanish ain't a pretty sight let me tell you that.  U can be on the freaking  strectcher going to the ER and they will still ask you "Ah...Sofia o Daisy?"  Its krazy dude.

Getting back to my probl...I mean former shopping addiction, one thing about being a shopaholic is that you know the worth of a good, product or piece of clothing.  And can tell tha salesperson more about it, than they know.  "Yeah, so I heard that Tom Ford is moving to doing FUBU clothes, that are gonna be exclusively held in this store, what have u heard about it?"  That's when u usually get tha crickets sound coming out, and u get that awkward moment like when somebody who's been flirting with you like crazy tells you that they are in a relationship or are married, and u just look at them like an  Ivy Professor does during ur last presentation for Senior Seminar.  Its wild...Hold up, I gotta boil this water for dinner tonight.  And so what if it took me a four week course, and Saturdays spent watching Paula Deen to learn.  I know two things for sure in life...One,nobody can out boil me...And two, nobody can beat me in no Skee-ball!  Ha ha! How about that!!    Hold up...

Alright, we back...So shopping down here in Tha Magic City and the South Florida Metropolitan Area can be paradise, or it can be a flat out trip.  The other day I had my eye on this Mom and Pop store here in South Beach.  I love to pick out those joints whether for food or a good deal, especially when they ask if I want a "Free Waitress" with that..."Why of course, I thought it was included in tha bill!"  The other day though, fam, I almost snapped.  Now I've been in some of tha finest places to shop, Versace holdups, Tiffany and Co. to steal some blue boxes, this one place  up north where I can get  5 CDs, a plastic bag full of Atomic Balls and reupholstered couch for like $20.  No joke.  So when I stepped into this place, I was like they got some stuff in here, like vintage type items.  And then I flipped over the price, and I almost flipped.  $80...$120...$60....Half off $150.  But tha stuff wasn't even top shelf.  It was like you busting into Checker's and they wanna charge you Nobu prices for a Big Buford!

To make matters worse, and I'm not kidding, I considered asking them if they needed any help to help their business.  Not in tha "I wanna be a salesperson" tip, but on tha "I just got done watching Hotel Impossible, and in tha name of Harrods and Macy's, you guys need my help!"  (Oh, I can't wait to own a home in London, I really, really can't...)  I was digusted beyond belief.  After asking about this Trucker hat they my dude didn't really know the price of, and looked like he made it up after he looked at my kicks, he told me $25, and if I had two white gloves like Patrick Henry back in tha day, I probably wouldn't hit him with tha Coloniel Pimp Slap!  It's wild down here...

I was gonna keep this short, but I'm starting to fill it, and once again, who knows when this post my be my last post, so I'm gonna push through this, and give u an all-access pass into our solicit affair with Ms. Cash Register.

About a week or two ago, I really got a kind complement.  A lot of people talk about how we dress, and this and that.  And depending on tha mood it can go from Preppy Thug to DJ Booth to Struggling Hollywood Actor to  European Soccer Star, we are blessed in many ways, and goofy in that we like to have fun.  But this gent came into walked up on me, and gave us some brotherly dap with tha bro hug.  Asked what was up, and I knew he looked familiar, but I didn't know where.  So he told me that he taught me some things...Well, not everything, some things u need a girl and I better not say that...But he taught me some things from a previous "assignment".  And he told me...

"I remember you because you always were always looking fly."

So that was a great compliment...And an even more awesome one considering that I only met this guy like 3 times or less, and the last time I actually saw him was over TWO years ago.  Amazing, and humbling...really is.  So...

For one night only, I'm gonna release our style secrets to shopping to what looks good, and our little secrets to being tha best...you.  Clothes aren't everything, but u can say a whole lot from them.  And I know folks are always looking for change...I know I am whenever I'm walking through MIA airport, right on that SkyTrain that takes you to Terminal...Ah...Ok.  Never done this before.  So let's see how we do things...Hmmm?

Once again, this is just our opinions, so let's go...

- Do Shopping Up and Down.  Yeah, it's cool to only shop in tha luxury stores.  But sometimes it don't mean an Anna Wintour if you're the only one who can a) Afford it...or b) Knows its straight off of runway or the Resort collection from Valentino. A true fashionista should strive to mix and match.  Get you some high brand jeans or top, but then throw it on from a necklace from one of the street vendors on Ocean Drive, or from Goodwill.  You'll be suprised how good you can mix and match, and how sexy it can look.  Without breaking tha bank...Speaking of which.

- Follow Macklamore.  This guy has made a hand over fist killing rapping about the "thrift shop", but don't slip, u find some deals up in there. I'm gonna give u some secret spots, got a pen.  I used to hit up the Miami Rescue Mission religiously, all the time, because a stylist/teacher told me about it.  Now everybody goes there so u don't get no good deals.  My favorite thrift stores are: The Goodwill stores in Little Havana (That's a mega-one off of 8th Street), and up in Pembroke Pines off of University Drive and Pines Blvd.  The one up there has "happy hour" with 50% off everything...Discounted Saturdays, I might go up there this weekend u want me 2 hook u up?  They got crutches and everything dude, just in case ur girl catch u creeping!  Besides those two, and a Salvation Army about two blocks from them up there in tha Pines, I really like the store Out of The Closet.  They have locations nationwide, especially out in Cali, but they have spots down here in South Beach, Downtown, and there "charter" location in Fort Lauderdale aka Tha FTL (My other getaway spot besides "Tha Hamptons South" better known to you as Boca Raton)  Now u may look at me buckeyed like "secondhand", ewww...Yeah, but if I'm getting Armani Collezioni, Express, Gap, Hugo Boss and coming across Dolce and Gabanna, Valentino for Men, and other crazy designers ALL THA TIME, who's tha fool?!

- Be Original...And Cut! I say this in a two-fold voice.  Don't necessarily follow everything that's "in" right now.  Because that can be trendy.  Here in probably one of the most trendy cities, and perhaps the most trendiest of neighborhoods of South Beach, everybody can be cookie cut.  Get ideas, but do ur own thang.  I remember us on our hands and knees cutting up some old jeans, before the "Holy Moly" jean look was in.  Once I saw like dudes rocking them that weren't wearing them right, I had enough, and threw them in tha garbage.  Now one thing I haven't seen, is...Shhh...Bell Bottom jeans for guys.  I'm on a secret hunt for them.  Cuz I have a feeling they are gonna come back...because of us.  (Wink!)

-When it comes to Dressing...Toss Your Own Salad!  This is super important...That's a funny title ain't it, go ahead and laugh!  But u have to feel comfortable within ur own skin, and not just dress to impress somebody else.  If u feel good or ugly about urself, that's gonna show on the outside no matter how many duckets u drop.  If u don't like to rock suits, differentiate ur t-shirt and jean look.  (I.E. - Dress Shirt under tee, or Tee Shirt with Rock Bracelets, or T Shirt/Jeans/ Suit Coat)  Same with chicks, u don't always have to  wear clothes that show off u boobs or butt.  I think right now, if I was in school, I would approach immediately tha girl who wore a dress to class.  Cuz girls don't do that anymore, they always wearing jeans or pants, which is cool, but...

- Mystery is Sexy.  There's nothing like wondering what's underneath the layers of clothing on top.  Just that alone can make somebody fall in love with you.  From a relationship standpoint...If u're somebody who's  trying to get tha attention of a guy or girl who constantly is getting hit on, or having people throw themselves at them, believe u me, they are looking for more than just sex or a good "look".  When the trend is going one way, go the other way.  I guarantee you'll stick out more...now don't be wearing cowboy pants down here in Miami.  Cuz, Ah...once lady July hits, I ain't gonna help u when u pass out!  I only give CPR to females only, and even then, while they are on passed out on the concrete, a brotha will have them sign a contract about me catching any LTD's. (Lip Transmitted Diseases!)  Homie Don't Play That.

- Girls Dig Tha Curveball.  This is vice versa, but that title sounds better.  But don't be afraid to switch up ur mojo, in tha middle of ur mojo.  How many times have u seen a person who dresses down all the time, hit u up with a luxury getup, and become tha talk of tha party like, "I didn't know such and such looks so good dressed up."  Keep people on their toes.  I live by the model that, "Consistency is Sexy."  But an inconsistent blip in that consistency can sometimes be more sexier.  

- The Republic of Miami factor.  If u live down here in tha 305 u know that dressing one way or another can be a chore just because of the weather.  I know people always say, "I wish there were four seasons"...I might tell them, "There is one, off of Brickell Ave., and they have a bomb shampoo and conditioner kit inside their bathrooms!"  Let's be honest, Miami is all about Sex. People wear shoelaces to the grocery stores, bare chests are always around.  (Is it just me, but don't u wish the ones who actually show off their chest away from the sands of tha beach, actually do!  Why do the folks who have no business....Uggh.  That's a South Beach rant!)  But u have to adjust.  I really don't like to wear black, cuz one tha sun, and two, it has no personality for us at least, so I don't wear it as much...Unless it's our Emporio Armani Undies, in which u can see black all day and all night long.  I can say more about that, but let's keep this PG-13 tonight.

- Color makes a great threesome.  Ok, that PG-13 thang lasted less than 2 seconds...But I love color, and many peeps from Miami do also.  Color just makes u feel, happier.  Believe me when I say the colors u wear DO affect ur moods and personality swings.  Try it out, if u're always trapped in browns, and blacks, and grays.  If u aren't in a Johnny Cash tribute band or not making a "We Run This Town" video, then u need to take a shower in a bag of Skittles and take a bang out of life!

That's it.  I gotta go to sleep.  Hope u get a minor insight to our dressing habits.  To be honest, we don't think we're a guru or anything, we just go for a feel of who we are.  As we said, clothes just are an outward reflection of ur inside personality.  I believe that.  But more importantly...Have fun.  In Life.  And With Style.

And don't be afraid to wear it on ur sleeve.

Austino Galaxia.

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Heat, Rain and A Cough.

Just gonna take a deep breath...as usual.  Kind of semi-in between about writing something this afternoon, seems like we've "released" too much into cyberspace as of recently, but what tha heck.  Our life is wild, and there's a reason for us to capture our life, and our emotion.  So we shall...

It was a warm, borderline hot day here in Miami.  South Beach was jumping with so many goers heading off to our golden sands.  Guys with no shirts on, with tha girls rocking bathing suit tops as the caress our neighborhood streets.  I got a feeling that it's gonna get really hot down here in tha 305.  Weather wise, people wise, its gonna be a sight to see.  And a whole lotta fun.  We're gonna get a lot hotter (Did we just say that?!)...But it's true, we're gonna be on our "A" game, and...

Let tha game come to us.

And it will.

Some wild stuff we've seen.  Ok.  I was washing clothes last night, and first off, I walked into a baby version of FC Barcelona and Real Madrid, as these kids, girls included, were running around with this make shift soccer ball.  It was out of control to see Baby Mia Hamm do her thing as I was trying to hold my laundry basket.  Only in South Beach.  And speaking of which...

This chick was inside there.  She was by one of those giant washers.  U know, tha kind that costs like $20 per wash, and when somebody uses them, they're usually putting every and anything inside of there.  From floor rugs to hotel bed sheets to sneakers to pets...u know what I'm talking about.  So as this girl was over there, I glance at her cell phone case.  And bro, no lie, she had a Iphone case which had brass knuckles on it.  I gotta pause right there....Alright.  She had silver brass knuckles on tha end, dude!

 Now, I always no matter where I live at, that I will always, absolutely ALWAYS have a special part in my body...I mean heart towards Miami women slash girls slash female.  Said it once, and I'll say it again, Miami girls are some of, and depending who it is, tha hottest girls around, but boy, 305 women are truly tha most gangsta and down right feistiest chicks I've ever seen.  Can I get an Amen on this!  I mean, let's get real, sometimes u don't know what u gonna get.  I've come across so many beauties who are dag gone near looking like a magazine cover one second, and who can not only pack a good punch, but in a milli...a milli...a milli...a milli-second are ready to throw them thangs! Fingers get  to pointing, u start to here "What...What" or shall I say, "Que...Que!"  Folks kicking off $200 pair of high heels...Folks get to cussing people out in Portuguese.  And these girls are like "Undercover Gang Bangers".  One moment, I'm talking to a girl, and thinking like, "I wouldn't mind dusting off her pipes."  Tha next sentence in tha convo, she talking like she about to put two bananas and a smile into this other girl's car gas pipes!  I wasn't even gonna get loose tonight, for real, I'm watching tha replay from tha super late Lakers/Mavs game from last night, but I need to bring folks more into what I see her in Miami.  Let's go...

But for real, I love...or excuse me...like Miami females because they keep it so real.  Too real for some, but...Ok.  Here's another unsuspected example...

Now, about two days ago, it was raining like crazy down here in Miami.  And if u been reading our diary, and just talking to anyone, u know that about 90% of tha people down here in Magic City, have been sick for at least a 3 day span during these last two weeks. 

 U know it's bad when u've been so sick that long, that u don't even remember how long ago it was since u've taken a shower!  U laugh, but u can't take a shower, cuz if u come out in tha cold, u gonna get more sicker.  I'm gonna say this, and I promise I'll get to this wild scene in a minute or two...I was freakin' messed up last week, and dude.  I took everything.  Eating fruit from Columbia...Eating freakin' organic fruit from Ecuador, which I won't do again, cuz a brotha was feeling like a real guerrilla warfare was going on inside of my core abs...I was taking or basically overdosing on Flintstones vitamins...Take my usual in tha morning, and then come evening, I was taking another dose.  Then I messed up and ran out of tha Flintstones Complete bottle.  Boy, I promise you, I began to shake that thang, and looked through tha partially torn suran wrapped protection covering, and it was like, "Noooo!"  U drop tha bottle into tha garbage can, and then u just sit...wondering how can u score another hit of this.  U think about tha schedules ahead...Tha Walton family ain't gonna be doing operations cuz it's a holiday Easter Sunday, but they got tha lowest price per, but I can't wait...So I decided to go to tha black market, and get this generic brand of my "fix", which claims to be just as good, give u tha strongest kick, and less per unit.  Is it me or is that just too good to be true?  So that's what I'm addicted to right now, generic plus name brand.  No wonder I need an accountant!

But being sick stinks!  U have to watch where u walk in ur place.  If u do take a shower...it don't make no sense that in ur own place, u gotta wait 15 minutes after u take a shower, just to leave tha bathroom.  As I noted before, I like to shower in tha dark, so after days of wondering when to use up my last pair of underwear, I decided to pinch my nose, and jump into tha shower.  Man, after taking a luke warm one at that, I stayed in my bathroom for so long, I coulda went through Justin Timberlake's whole album just by waiting too see of tha "Coast was clear" temperature wise for me to step out in my birthday suit...and tie!!  (Ha ha!!  I need my own show, I mean somebody pleeease give me my own show!!)  But it's so mind breaking...I was getting drunk off of Tylenol's Daytime Sizz....urpp.  They had that new Citrus flavor, which was so delightful, that felt soothing like a Malibu and OJuice concoction. I was taking it every 6 hours, and then I looked and it said it was allowable to take every four, so a brotha was counting down tha seconds like I used to count down until the premiere of MTV's Fashionably Loud shows, and....3...2...1...I was hitting up tha cabinet, pouring and letting it flow like I was at a Miami bar-b-que, taking this medicine to tha head in my plastic shot glass, and licking tha bottom like I paid $20 for it at tha club.  

Then being sick effects or affects (?), whatever, how u even get dressed.  U don't wanna put on lip gloss or anything cuz, well, u're sick, and u might have to chopped off tha top of tha lip stick after u get well cuz...u're well, and germs kill.  U don't know what to wear, overdress and u'll sweat like a guy going home to tha wifey without a gift on Valentine's Day!  U underdress, and u'll be cold and be exposed to even more ger-mees.  As my brotha Ant Skeezy, that's not his government name BTW, but as he would say..."It's a Catch-22".  But its been crazy, I think 1 out every 2 people as had some kind of aliment recently.  And tha funny thing about it, is its tha same symptoms.  Sick for 5 days, it comes and goes, headaches, I had runny nose with no energy for anything...And I reluctantly admit, I do mean "any"thing!  Take care of urself please.  Boy, I feel like playing Drake's "Underground Kings" right now, and dedicate it to this one girl who LOVES this guy, but I only get one explicit lyric song per post, so til next time!  That's my anthem right now though...

So keep that sick thing in mind as I continue about this story.  I'm driving in this killa rain, I'm going up north on Red Road, as I'm heading up to Little Havana to a stop up there to...well, let's not get too official here tonight, I had to take care of something, how about that...I'm going up on Red, past Miami's craziest street of Bird Road.  Alright. Now there's some construction and tha lanes are two lanes, which is rare to find a coming and going, one way up, and down street here in Sexyland.  I notice that traffic is like slowing down very slowly, and I'm like "What tha fizzy?' Is a Kardashian doing a back flip up there or what?  I continue at a crawl, and then a stop.  I look and both lanes are at a stop.  Man, this woman with gray hair, is out here in tha pouring rain, I mean POURING, and has traffic at a stand still.  I glance at her, and no hobo, this woman is walking ultra slowly from tha middle of tha road, to tha side of tha road, with a freakin' raccoon in her hand!  Not kidding...She's dragging this 'coon or muskrat by it's tail.  My mouth literally dropped just like when my former homegirl Yvonne wore this "Little Black Dress" that made me regret tha fact that I gave up Jam and Jelly on my toast!  Just like that, this was a flat out scene as well.  So I'm stuck watching tha rain just plummet her like Michael Vick in tha pocket last year, without any protection whatsoever, this woman was robotting her way over to tha side, and just like typical Miami style, she flicked tha little rodent to tha side.  

Now traffic's still stopped, ok...she then in tha middle of tha oncoming lane walks slowly with her hand pressed onto her bosom, and finally made it back to her car.   She was shaking her head, and looked very sad.  I couldn't believe what I was seeing either.  So I guess, she must have hit this beast or saw it or something.  But to be out there in tha pouring rain like that was suicidal.  Plus, she was in tha middle of tha street.  Something I won't ever forget...Huh.  That's wild, here this lady was holding this armadillo in her hand, by its tail, and traffic came to a standstill.  Then a few months ago, I was here in tha beach, and this woman was flashing her breasts to every car that past, and not one dag gone person stopped...well, I guess one did.  Interesting.

Alright, time to wrap it up some...Thank tha Lord for real, for tha hookup on some great music.  I went on a mini-vintage store spree, looking for CDs and old books.  That's our therapy from tha madness   Anytime u can get some music for a $1 u've been blessed.  Great albums too.  From Keane to Anita Baker to a whole lot of stuff.  I got so much music, like 25 albums to listen too.  Oh boy, to find tha time! One day I'm gonna list how we shop, and where we shop....Hummm....Humm....That sounds like a great post.  

To Be Continued....

Maybe.

Austino Galaxia.