You Gotta Be Hip with the Hop.

So I’ve been out on shopping adventures with my 10-year old brother lately. Whenever I have to run some errands, I drag him with me. Maybe it’s because I don’t have to make conversation in the car, I can blast my music, and have company at the same time. Well aside from that, I also made it one of my goals this month to spend more time with my brother. Make him feel valued in the family, because my parents just don’t show that very well. Stupid asian parents.

Anyway, moving on, so I was driving, blasting my mainstream hip hop as usual and singing my heart out, then I suddenly stopped and looked at my brother from the rear mirror; he had the most clueless and blank expression on his face.

Damn, don’t kids listen to Hip Hop?

Well maybe it’s just my brother. He still watches the Treehouse Network, but ask him anything about Naruto and Yu-gi-oh, and he would go on forever. Man, he needs some BET.

So anyway, back to the story, so I realized that if I don’t slap some hip-hop sense into my brother now, he’s going to grow up to be a loser. Yes, a loser. And no, I wouldn’t expose him to emo music just yet, eventhough I like it, it’s too early — he might just end up to be a emo and no, I refuse to have a brother that cries in a corner, for God’s sake.

“Tim, this song is called I’m a flirt. I’mmm ehhh fllluuuurrttt. By R.Kelly. Okay?”
“Okaaaay. What’s a flirt?”

No, I’m just joking, my brother wouldn’t have such a natural curiosity to ask what a flirt actually is. He just nodded and started counting his Yu-gi-oh cards again.

Well, can’t say I didn’t try.

Xangans, if you had the choice, what clique would you choose for your siblings? The gangsturs, the jocks/blondes, the emos, the nerds, the invisibles, the wannabes, the techies, the nice-althetic-people-that-want-to-be-popular? Am I missing some by the way?

And you can’t say ‘none of the above’ because YOU KNOW, those cliques are real and whether you like it or not, you tend to fall into one no matter what you do. I was a gangstur-asian that hung out with the white-emos, that sat with the nerds in class, that came off as a wannabe. There.

Darn. I want some cheesecake.

Shoot Down The Stars.

We trip and fall, we scratch and bleed, ego is shot, we heal or we might not, but one thing is for sure, we never stop. We just don’t. We get right back up as if we’re winners. Gotta keep that head up no matter how heavy the price is.

“So take a step back
And a breath in
Let it out now
Put your chin up
You can do it tiger
You a man now
And in your dream it’s time to do the best you can now”

… and the truth is, I don’t know how to love. So sue me.

Too Much Faith.