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HBDD by Khalil Fong

“HBDD is a song dedicated to each and every one of societies unsung heroes who most of us never hear about. These are people in various positions and professions who, with a selfless attitude and spirit of service, contribute to the world in both the micro and macro. The man who keeps our streets clean. The woman who teaches. The brave firefighter. The business man of principle. The honorable judge. The faithful spouse. The trustworthy doctor. The open minded scientist. These are just a few of many and through this music video I wish to celebrate their existence. I hope you all enjoy this and remember to wait for the easter egg that I included specially for the fans!”

Lyrics English Translation: https://onehallyu.com/topic/405656-khalil-fong-%E6%96%B9%E5%A4%A7%E5%90%8C-%E5%BE%88%E4%B8%8D%E4%BD%8E%E8%AA%BF-hbdd/

I don’t know why this link ends up looking so sketch ._.

“Tightrope” by Janelle Monáe

This song still continues to be my personal cheerleader to keep going when things are rough or doubtful. I can’t even remember what dreams I had that felt like they were always in danger during high school. But now I have something I’m protecting desperately, I “can’t allow it” to be taken away.

“When you get elevated
They love it or they hate it
You dance up on them haters
Keep getting funky on the scene
While they jumpin’ round ya
They trying to take all of your dreams
But you can’t allow it”

I hope to one day create a track that’s similar to this style of music (I have no idea what category it’s under. Swing? Big band? Just jazz? Funk??).

Thanks for inspiring me to keep going, Janelle Monáe.

“I guess…

…people really need to do what they love”

-Choi Ae Ra, ep 3 of Fight for My Way

 

Lately…those simple scripted words have been causing more playful mayhem in my heart than usual.

I think I’m starting to enjoy it.

Sometimes I…

…eat a meal so delicious that it makes me wonder, “Is this love?”

I’m not exaggerating. And because of that, I also wonder if that is the reason why I’m single and will most likely be (happily) single for a long awhile. There is just something about delicious, well crafted food. By the way, I have no food expertise, I’m not a chef, and I’m not even a food snob. As long as the food is seasoned beautifully and I can taste that it came from an actual potato (I’m looking at you, frozen fries), I will fall in love with it.

A month ago, I fell in love with these chicken wings.* They were crispy, lightly seasoned-but consistently seasoned-and the chicken was so unimaginably tender. It was just falling off the bone and melting in my mouth. My taste buds were quickly celebrating each bite, while my mind was practically begging me to slow down to savor the moment. Before that experience, I had never understood how people could say chicken or steak melts in their mouth. It’s meat?? How can meat melt??

But then it did.

But then I understood.

This is love.

When I was a younger youngin, I used to think about becoming a chef. However, I quickly tossed those dreams away, because my dislike for structured things resulted in me never following recipes correctly.

Oh, one cup of milk? How about I just pour until it feels right?  

It doesn’t matter if I have measuring cups staring me down in disapproval either. Now, whenever I make anything, I always give the disclaimer that it will either taste really good or it will taste terrible; there is no in between. Perhaps that is why I fell in love with food. It’s something that I cannot do consistently well, and I’m easily awed by people who do things better than me. Also, in my eyes, it appears as a form of art. It’s a creation; crafted, sculpted, tweaked. Not always from scratch, unless you’re making some type of dessert or non-meat product, but you use existing edible things to introduce a different flavor or texture or both. You literally bring a new experience to the table.

And that is so freaking cool. 

So, to all the enthusiastic chefs out there, of big restaurants, small restaurants, medium-sized restaurants, of food stalls or food trucks, of small home kitchens or apartment kitchens, and of places that aren’t even considered a kitchen, I applaud all of you. Please keep pouring your love into what you make, because I can assure you, it is a feeling that truly transcends.

 

*If you’re in the Gwinnet Area and love chicken wings in simple flavors, check out: Baozi Asian Street Food

Replaying the whole…

…day in my head, and I really wish I hadn’t stumbled when she asked me that question. I really wish that I didn’t get slightly uncomfortable. I really wish I had just been firm in announcing my state of self-discovery. I’m . . . I’m honestly surprised that I wasn’t. I had been so firm in other similar situations in the past, but I don’t know why this one caught me so off guard.

Maybe because I suddenly remembered?

I remembered what the common perspective of post-graduation life was and I just…got…….stuck.

Trapped almost.

Tripped to be exact

and stumbling the whole way to try to keep myself up. I’ll be more sure in the future. I know that I can be. And I know that I’m no longer ashamed or feeling guilty of being on this journey. So here’s to more confident tomorrows! *holds up imaginary glass of juice because I hate alcohol*

P.S. I think I finally understand why Wonder Woman is my favorite superhero. Her empathy, her compassion, her kindness, her strength in her morals and beliefs-just all of that. Man, she will probably always be my role model. It doesn’t matter that she’s a fictional character. After all, the fictional world is inspired by the real world anyway.

P.S.S. She’ssofreakingcoolIcan’tstandit!!

I feel like…

…a creature of music most times. Whether I’m angry, happy, irritated, or hopeful, it’s like…I wrap myself in the beautiful chords and harmonies from my favorite playlists or from new songs I accidentally come across.

I don’t know how to accurately explain it, but since morning, I’ve just kept thinking about this thought, “I feel like a creature of music sometimes.” It’s as if I was made up of musical notes that were poured into a human body; therefore whenever I touch a piece of a music, it ends up feeling like an extension of myself. Wow, I just reread that last sentence and thought, “…I kind of sound high.” Haha. I guess that’s where it gets even more interesting. On the topic of recreational drugs-I know we never truly know the future, but regardless, I’m going to say that-I know that I’ll never do them. I already feel so elevated while simply listening to beautifully sung harmonies and guitar strings plucked so brilliantly. My feet are barely touching the ground when I’m grooving to baselines full of so much funk, I wonder how it doesn’t spill over. Oh-and songs that with those epic bass drops? Let’s just say my soul probably leaves my body for a bit to break out some moves that my human body would not be able to recreate haha.

Music is like…not like…no…music is my airplane, it’s my ticket, it’s my security point, it’s my luggage check-in, it’s even the airport entrance greeter. It’s in every nook and cranny of my life and I am always befuddled when I bump into someone who is “meh” toward music.

HOW? How can you be ‘meh’? How can you not like it? What?? Are you human??”

I jump around, shouting these questions.

But aloud, I just slap on an awkward smile and proceed to change the topic quickly. Objectively, I understand how many people won’t feel the same way that I feel about music and subjectively, I don’t understand at all. But objectively and subjectively (yay paradoxes!), at times

I really do feel

like a creature of music.

Isn’t it amazing…

…how we can both speak the same language, with the same fluency and regional accent and still manage to not understand each other?

But then again

I guess that isn’t really about the language, is it?