Hi, my name is Kim. Better known my nickname Kim Campos. I currently live in Seri Maya Condominium, Setiawangsa. 18 years old. I came from a normal family. I would call myself a complicated person, but i'm sure we're all pretty complicated. and why would i call myself complicated? well thats a good question. Let me describe myself, or at least, what i know about myself: i dont get along with many people. I dont like to open up. I'm very reserved. I cant make decisions, choices drive me nuts. I'm honest i can be naive. I tend to contradict myself. I don't get entertained by things that most people get entertained by. I fear crowds, they freak me out. I'm selective. I'd rather go out at night than read a book. I'm actually stupid enough to spend money on my things. I'm constantly looking for that person who will complete me. I enjoy simple things. My favorite color, or shall i say shade, is purple. I love healthy food. I've got so many books that i doubt i'll never be able to read all of them. I find it hard to save up money. I dont like when people cancel on me. I dislike conceited people and selfish people. I love photography, although i doubt i will never become a photographer. i live at home with my parents and my siblings. I watch a lot of movies. i dont like when people pretend they know me, i dont even know myself yet and its been seventeen years. I like painting. People tend to hate on me. I dont model, most of my pictures on facebook and flickr are self-portraits. I dont give a f*ck when people are judgmental. I like to cook, but i usually turn my kitchen into a mess. I like to do sweet things for people i like. I don't watch tv. I usually walk too fast for people. i love to spend some time on my own. Thats all, i guess.

20 July 2011

Cant say goodbye to the blocks, to the hood, to the streets, to the homies.

Imma man i gotta take care of my family. Fighting these precious in my life. I know my mind should be on shining and getting studies but these streets wont say a goodbye. I cant say goodbye to the the blocks that raise me, the homies and the enemies that made me tough enough to hang on the corners that would moul me. Critics wonder if i'm tryna be the old me. But if the thing the old me ever left then they dont really know me anything. I dont change i just become OG. You always addicted to the life you just dont OD. I owe the streets before they owe me. Took me in when my mom didnt want me. Wild child and dad not around now. All i got now is the homies, to teach me how to be a man and what not, how to brake ounces in the grams and what not. The reason i'm so nice with my hands. Shit you think i forgot all that, damn man. All i had was the hood when i didnt have money. Rapping on the streets when i couldnt get chances to spin. All i had was the homies when i didnt have girlfriend. If it all come down and i'm gone, i'm sure my name would live in the streets.