“When I say something, please just listen,
if I don’t get what I need, I’ll be gone in an instant.
You have it all wrong, we will not always glisten,
Happiness is our peak, we can only grow distant.
Why do I use so much of my time with you?
Why do I give so much of my thoughts to you?
Why do I spend so much of my money on you?
when 99 percent of the time, it never comes true.
The things I’ve given you have been too high of a price,
and until this very moment, I have never thought twice.
I will give you many chances, to avoid any strife,
but soon your effort will not be enough, I can’t practice life.”
HELLO WORLD! HELLO EARTH!
YOU GUYS ARE ALL SCREWED!
YOUR PLANET IS GONNA GET DESTROYED IN 2012! PUTARHAR!
YOU GUYS CAN COME TO MY PLANET, BUT WE’RE TAKING PRETTY GIRLS AND POOR PEOPLE ONLY.
Okay seriously, I’m mad scared of 2012. Apparently, the Mayans predicted everything correctly so far! According to 전다영, the Mayans stated that on September 11, 2001, “Twins will Die.” So scaryyyyyyy. It would be pretty cool to be the last set of people alive on this pitiful planet. But I don’t think I’m ready.
Anyway, here is “The End is Near.” It is not about 2012. It is about how it would be nice to leave this place IF I can end up in another planet that has better assets. I don’t want to die. I’m not that emo. (Isn’t it cool that if you add an “L” to emo, emo becomes elmo, the happiest shit alive!)
Oh yea, and I used auto tune on the singing part a little. I’m not a singer, I’m allowed to do it. As long as it is not turned on while I’m rapping. The sad thing is the chorus still sounds like shit. Maybe I can get a talented earthling to sing it for me.
Dennis Oh- The End is Near
Eminem- No Apologies Instrumental
“Ayo my first name is no name, and last is anonymous,
and I’m a bit strange cuz my life’s been autonomous.
Whatever I believe I keep it inside of me,
or maybe make my thoughts rhyme and turn it into mp3.
What’s the point of exposing my self to the world?
when I share my beliefs, they assume my minds twirled.
Why do people always have to compose a reputation?
posing, always gotta be an imitation.
Follow God’s creation, you fake shit,
the only person you’re pleasing is another fake shit.
Patience, just be real and you’ll find satisfaction,
but until then, you’re just a distraction.
Not a single person to trust, this world is disgusting,
I don’t even want to try adjusting.
Friends utilize for their benefit,
and when I ask for help, they fucken throw a fit.
I tell them something that I never told nobody,
then they run around and tell the whole planet in a hurry.
The human population’s number one hobby,
Gossip, talking behind somebody’s body.
Pitiful, first thing is people gotta change,
and the we can pray for the world to rearrange.
I practice what I preach which is why I do music,
I stay true through what I enjoy, it’s that basic.
[Chorus] This is all wrong, I don’t think I belong here,
I’ve been waiting for years for this tear on my face to disappear.
Everything you people hear, to me it’s not clear,
I really hoping that my end is coming near. x 4
Look to my left, and then I look to my right,
and what do I see left? I see nothing right.
I see nothing bright, I sense nothing polite,
The only time I find the light, is when I sleep at night.
And then I look to my back, and then I look up front,
and guess whos back? another hypocrite putting up a front.
another gossip girl unable to confront,
another hopeless man relies on a blunt.
I put on my headphones
harmony melodic flow send shivers to my bones,
ideas/emotions thought and delivered in tones,
rhythmic beats similar to the feet of the Flinstones.
Music is my love, more beautiful than a female,
a secondary language blessed with detail,
abuse/overuse it, music never seems to get stale,
the reason why I utilize it like the blind use Braille.
No matter how much I consume it? I never get obese,
Openly press resume and play without a press release,
I bop my head to the tempo, I am my own police,
I feel free, but then again I am society’s chess piece.
My most recent summer was uneventful: I did not have a job, did not intern, and did not travel. But it was actually very memorable.
The world cannot stress it enough but it really is important to place yourself in a circle of friends in which you totally feel comfortable. I happen to have a Brotherhood back home that I really cherish. Everywhere I go, I brag about this group even though they are all far from perfect; I really thank God or whoever else that arranged my life for placing this group of mammals into my life. Anyway, I was able to have an unforgettable summer because I was around these hooligans.
From past experience, I have found a great way to check whether you really are blessed with friends that you trust and feel comfortable with: No matter what kinds of problems you have and whether you decide to tell your friends about them or not, if you are able to genuinely smile and have fun with them through it all- you are set. Countless times, I relied on my Brotherhood when I was feeling down. This is probably why some of them crowned me as the most approachable friend and the one who is “always there.” I abuse them. One of them also once said that I was the only one that maintained a rather close and positive relationship with everyone within the camaraderie. They have no idea how proud and happy I was to hear that. Also, if I am not mistaken, my pussy-ass-self was the only one in the Brotherhood to shed tears so far (See how comfortable I am with ya’ll). So…I am sorry to say but if you don’t have one of these friendships, you are missing out on about 50% of what a ‘Good Life’ should be. It is a very desirable thing in our world because loneliness and depression are the two most painful feelings next to the Seppuku.
Now to get to the point, one summer night, we all randomly went to a shady handball court and sat down with some beers. After trying to figure out why we were there for a couple of minutes, we decided to have a constructive criticism session. It was probably the most deep and productive thing we as a group ever accomplished. By the end of the night, it became very emotional: bringing up negative traits, yelling, etc. Oh, and the Sapporo and Coors helped us out big time. Anyway, I will not mention what I said about others and what went on about the others because I am not a gossiper like you. However, I will share what they said about me. They had two things to say. I knew it was coming.
1. “You are the only one in our group who doesn’t tell us shit. There are so many times when we just want to know what the hell is going on in your life but you just brush it off by saying something light and not saying what is really up. You don’t give an effort to keep us updated about your life. We tell you shit, but you don’t really return. Also, why do we have to hear your relationship with girls from someone else all the time.” I knew this one was coming and I for sure knew they were going to bring up the girl situation. Although I tried fixing this, I honestly think I will not be able to change much in this aspect. I strongly prefer keeping my thoughts and problems to myself. It may seem like I do not trust them but it really is not. I was a lonely child and had an independent lifestyle ever since my early school years so I have gotten too used to it. Let me just say, half the time, my parents too have no idea. But for the girl situation I must apologize. I really should be introducing my girlfriend to them when I have one. I do not really know how to explain it but I must have gotten really carried away with the “just us two, boy and girl” concept. However, from now on, my girlfriend will become their sister and they will become her brothers.
1. “You treat different people differently. You only act nice and take time out to get to know people only when you feel that you can receive something from them.” Ummmm….why would I want to befriend someone who will not provide me with anything. What they said is true but I really did not know that they noticed that. I believe I am nice to everyone. It is not like I am cold to certain people but it is indeed true that I take time out to get to know people who can possibly help me out. But don’t look at me differently now. I don’t try harder with people who can give me money and power. Maybe a little but I try harder with people who I believe can give me everlasting friendship. I don’t just friend any random guy on the block. It is actually really hard to become my best friend. Honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever get another best friend. I have a couple and they are set in stone and there is no more room. But, I do try harder with people who I think would advance my reputation. Do you not? If not, you must really be heaven sent. When it comes to love, I choose someone who would give me love back. Simple as that. However, if something does go wrong, we are not going to be friends. It just is not possible. We would have to completely leave each other’s lives. This is why life is scary and memories kill.
Keep your same gender friends close at all times because they can never break your heart and leave like an opposite sex can. They will always be there~
Happiness will probably come if I ever feel secure; if I ever fully trust the things around me that I do not want to be discarded by. But until then, I’ll just pretend to enjoy life. I will smile so you can smile.
I will tell you this though: I hope you are the one who can make my heart smile. I like to believe that you have something that others do not have. I like to believe that you do not have to do any talking. Just stand in front of me. Do I sound selfish? I deserve to be. Have I not been a cooperative person in this world? I said okay to everything and never argued. I kept things to myself that would have affected the way many of the people around me are living.
My insides hurt a lot. It has been a while. That thing inside my head feels like its about to explode. Somewhere under my chest, lives a wound that refuses to heal. It’s name is worry. But the weird thing is, it has gotten worse after you.
We are sorry for being so boring and blank recently. It was because Dennis Oh was occupied with his Midterms, Spring Break, and other little things.
So, what do ya’ll do on the train/subway? People who have grown up with the MTA should know that it can be considered the second home, especially if you took it to school every morning. For Dennis, it was indeed his second home; the D train was where he slept everyday for an hour and also the very shelter where he did a lot of his thinking.
During Syracuse’s Spring Break, a lot of shit went down in three locations: Madison Square Garden, Japan, and the D train. In our very own launching pad, Madison Square Garden, the Syracuse Orangemen (basketball team) went to 6 overtimes to shit on UConn, a team that is seeded/ranked much higher than Syracuse. In Japan, Korea proved to the world why they currently have the best record in World Baseball Classic History by beating every team that stepped in their way and becoming the pool winner for the first round. In the second round, Korea lost on purpose (=]) so they would have to verse Venezuela, a team which can be easier than the United States in many aspects. Finally, on the D Train at 5:00am, Dennis did some major thinking. Dennis was coming back from NYU and was slightly, very slightly buzzed (always best for thinking/innovation). While listening to an instrumental, he thought of a simple but heart-piercing line.
“First I look to my left and then I look to my right,
and what do I see left? I see nothing right.”
and then he proceeded on and created the next 2 bars:
“Now I look to my back and then I look up front,
and guess whos back? another hypocrite putting up a front.
Dennis was not only proud of what he just wrote, but amazed at how the left/right, back/front rhyme scheme all seemed to connect. From then on, he utilized his knowledge of the world along with wordplay to compose his very own lyrics to the Tie My Hands instrumental.
The message for this remix should be self explanatory by just listening, Dennis hopes. But for dumbasses, he has left a brief summary.
“It’s about how our generation is pathetic. You look around you and it is rare to find someone decent. Everyone is basically a hypocrite.. Everyone is hopeless once they start thinking.. It’s ridiculous. The human population’s number one hobby is gossip.. Then you start to realize that there is not much you can do because you are one of them to an extent. Even if you strongly believe that you are not, sadly you are outnumbered. You are forced to function in a society that these retards created. Retards make retarded things. Ya dig? And as time flows like this, you start to enjoy being alone. Alone doesn’t mean not having any friends and not being social. It means that you know how to stay true and caress your own beliefs. It also means you know how to set aside time to think. Anyway, in conclusion, I’m trying to say that all of our hands are tied up. Who tied them? The people in power, our friends, and ourselves.”
First I look to my left and then I look to my right
and what do I see left? I see nothing right
I see nothing bright, I sense nothing polite,
The only time I find delight is when I sleep at night
and now I look to my back, and then I look up front
and guess whos back? another hypocrite putting up a front
another gossip girl unable to confront,
another hopeless man relies on a blunt,
They say Uranus is too cold to live on,
and Venus is too hot to breathe on,
but this planet is too damn fake to do anything on
only if life was like clothes that I can try on. Haha.
I used to think that I was the one who couldn’t fit in
but now I know that I’m the one living with one less sin
that is, staying true to that which is within my skin
even if I can’t win, even if I can’t grin
Sometimes, all I want is to be left alone, is that against the law?
is that too hardcore?
what have I done in my life that is really that wrong?
besides taking 19 years to make this song
Everybody’s hands are tied up, and thats the truth
they don’t know how to move on, they don’t know how to produce
but the rope they used to tie my hands are loose
cuz now I see through all the juiced up excuses
Back in high school, I went shopping a lot. Actually, I went shopping too much. However, it was something that I had to do; I had to stay fresh like frozen Poland Spring water and I had to follow the creed that the previous fly gentlemen created. I was one of the few men who were chosen to bring the disgusting world to equilibrium with my beautiful apparel.
I probably went shopping more often than most ladies out there and because of this theory, I was often made fun of by people. But, I did not give a shit because of two reasons. Firstly, rocking glamorous clothing allowed me to be confident; I know that it made me stand out from others. I was comfortable when I was inside carefully handcrafted attire. Secondly, if I was to get made fun of, there was another courageous and intelligent soul that was always there with me. This sparkling character who assisted me on my shopping adventures was Ray ‘Leoni’ Lee.
Although we shopped at numerous neighborhoods, the area we attacked the most was New York City’s SoHo. Approximately once every week, we would take the R train to Prince Street and purchase dazzling merchandise: whatever was sitting on the shelf just waiting to get worn by us. The funny thing is, however, out of the hundreds of stores in SoHo, we only visited a few. But without a doubt, these few stores were the most exclusive spots. Also, we seemed to follow a strict route.
If you have time to spare, and even if you don’t, check out the unique shops that we went to. If anyone ever wants a tour of SoHo, we can show you around if we have time.
(You are about to get a little sneak peak preview of the finest boutiques)
As soon as we got off the train, we would always visit Supreme first. Supreme is a powerful brand that brings together skaters, punk rock maniacs, and hip hop heads. This was the place where we purchased numerous beanies, fitted hats, and sneakers.
After Supreme, we always went to Uniqlo: a brand which originated in Japan. In my opinion, Uniqlo is a better Gap/J.Crew/H&M. This was the store where we bought a lot of our casual apparel. We also copped a couple of dress shirts here also.
After Uniqlo, the Apple Store was optional. Whenever we quickly needed to use a computer or needed to purchase an Apple product, we stopped by. The SoHo Apple store is characterized by the glass stairs located in the middle of the store.
After the Apple Store came our favorite brand, Bape. Bape, or A Bathing Ape, is a Japanese Brand created by Nigo. It is often worn by Kanye West, Teriyaki Boyz, and Pharrell Williams. With only a few stores around the world, almost all clothing produced by Bape is rare; chances are, if you own a Bape product, only a few others have it in the world unless it is FAKE SHIT. Bape loves to stay exclusive where in the beginning they made their stores hard to find on purpose. Prices are way too high but it is what it is. Oh yeah, Ape Shall Never Kill Ape!
When we finished with Bape, we moved on the Bape’s sister brand, BBC/Ice Cream. BBC/Ice Cream is a brand started by Pharrell Williams with Nigo’s supervision. Ice Cream is on the first floor and is designed like an ice cream parlor. Billionaire Boys Club is located on the second floor and is designed like outer space. The stairs that connect the two stores is a glow in the dark theme. In the stairway, there is a quote that states “Wealth is not in the pocket, it is in the mind.”
After the outer-space adventure, we went to Alife when we still had energy in our legs. Alife was a bit far away from everything else. Alife is a store that sells limited edition sneakers and clothes. This store requires a ring of a doorbell. Therefore, if the owner doesn’t want you in, tough luck.
After Alife, we went to Sunrise Mart to eat. At this Japanese Mart, we always ate Tempura Udon with a variety of hand made sushi. We were also able to purchase various products straight from Japan like hair products, skin products, food, etc. Sadly, this was always our last stop.
I have to admit, we are slowly graduating from rocking swaggerlicious and colorful hoodies to purchasing more GQ status products. However, this kind of clothing will always be a part of us. We will definitely keep a whole bunch of these fly clothes and even buy a few more when extra dope items come out because we will always be a big boy at heart.
Hello Earthlings! This is Dennis speaking.
I will personally write the next few blog posts which I will all place under the “NYC” category. Basically, I will stunt (Urban Dictionary) about how I get around in NYC. I felt that my little purple aliens would not be able to fully deliver my message this time because NYC is a topic in which only an experienced inhabitant can report on.
(Stuyvesant High School, NYC)
As some of ya’ll may know, I was fortunate enough to attend Stuyvesant High School. For those who do not know of this high school, let us refer to the Urban Dictionary:
“A prestigous public high school in the Tribeca area of New York City requiring an entrance examination also used by Bronx Science and Brooklyn Tech, taken by over 20,000 students with the top 800 or so being accepted to Stuyvesant. Students are often characterized by drug usage, lack of sleep, nerdiness, highSAT scores, and physical dependency upon escalators.”
“The only school in New York where almost every kid is an obnoxious, cocky asshole who has no social life, but tries to act like they’re mad gangster anyways.”
Although many of the above are true, it is obvious that these are jealous rants of less intelligent students. Also, for the record, I never did any drugs, slept like a baby every night, and rarely used the escalators because they were always broken. Anyway, I enjoyed going to a school in NYC whether or not it was an academically strong institution or not. Not many other students are given a chance to ride the famous Metropolitan Transportation Agency (MTA) to school everyday, walk across the Tribeca Bridge to enter the school everyday, and just be in the greatest city every damn day. We were ten minutes away from sites that people all over the world place on their “Must Visit Before I Die” lists: Times Square, Ground Zero, Seaport, Empire State Building, Madison Square Garden, SoHo, Statue of Liberty, Grand Central Terminal, Rockefeller Center, Central Park, musems, etc. The sad thing is however, I did not appreciate it enough while it lasted; I took it for granted. It was only when I came to this run down city called Syracuse I genuinely started to appreciate the city. For example, one of the classes I took during my senior year was Rollerblading gym. At that time, getting changed for rollerblading everyday just seemed like a hassle. But now that I look at pictures of the area where we rollerbladed, Battery Park, I frown because I didn’t acknowledge it’s beauty =(
(The Tribeca Bridge: Students has to cross this bridge every morning to enter the doors to Stuyesant High School.)
(Battery Park: The exact path where I rollerbladed during my senior year. I wish I can turn back the hands of time.)
To wrap it up, I really miss tall buildings. I miss the surroundings that I had during high school (I don’t exactly miss what went on inside Stuyvesant High School except for my Brotherhood). Even though you are five hours away, and I see you once a month, I dearly miss you New York City.
Next up, I am going to stunt about my SoHo shopping adventures.
When we searched dream on Dictionary.com, they gave us a load of bullshit:
A succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during sleep.
The sleeping state in which this occurs.
Then we searched dream on UrbanDictionary.com and got the truth:
A message that you get in your sleep that tells you if something life changing will happen to you. Many people’s dreams are so complex they can’t tell if they mean anything or not.
So according to the first source, dreams are made up of an individual’s images, thoughts, and emotions. They are formed from the events that an individual experienced beforehand. When a poor little girl misses her boyfriend in what she thinks is reality, she might dream of him returning in her dream. When a guy watches a little too much of his favorite female celebrity, he might dream of meeting her. Therefore, dreams can be pretty damn sweet because it seems that you can reunite with a love that has left you or befriend a female celebrity that does not have a single hint that you exist. However, all of the above are obvious aspects of dreaming. Most dreams are indeed spiced up reruns of people’s lives.
But…this definition that the Urban Dictionary gives is the fun part. When asked, Dennis told us that he believes that dreams are messages from a mystery dimension:
“Dreams are messages from a mystery dimension that give us hints on how to live life and what to expect. However, these messages are sometimes near impossible to figure out. Personally, I dream a lot and sometimes they are so crazy that I jot down what happened when I wake up. Throughout the week, I attempt to put together the pieces and I sometimes end up with an idea that seems to make sense. The problem is, there is no way to check if this is right but to wait until it happens in the future. Many of ya’ll may ask, how are my dreams bizarre? They are bizarre because I am in places that I never ever visited or stayed in real life. I meet people that I never met in real life. I see things that I never saw or even thought of in real life. There is just no way for my brain to create these scenarios when nothing close to it has ever even happened to me. This is why I believe it is a message from another dimension.”
When we asked Dennis for an example of one of his dreams, he was generous enough to give us two:
“In one of my dreams, I was in a cold and dark warehouse that I never ever visited in real life. In the warehouse were 3 bathroom stalls that were slightly lighted up. I guess I really had to take a shit because I walked into the stall on the far right. By the way, the warehouse was dead quiet except for that indoor parking lot sound that is always present. Anyway, as I was unloading cruise missiles, a little innocent looking yellow chick hopped along between my legs. While I was looking at this cute animal, a deep loud voice screamed at me “CRUSH IT! STEP ON IT! KILL IT!” But as I looked at this guiltless creature, I just could not do it. When I made a decision with my inner self that there was no way I can kill it, the voice spoke again. “DON’T YOUR PEOPLE CRACK OPEN EGGS EVERYDAY?!? IT’S THE SAME THING, KILL IT!” It was then when a large construction truck started to come full speed at me honking with its headlights turned on bright. Then I woke up. I asked a lot of my friends about this dream and all of them had the same answer. They all connected this dream to abortion. Can this mean I may be involved with a female’s abortion in the future?”
“Another dream started off with me being chased by bell boys in a five star hotel. As I ran, I opened a door and closed it shut and hid in a room. Little behold, this room turned out to be a circular dungeon. I quickly forgot about the bell boys probably because I all of a sudden was in a damn dungeon. I started to get a sense that I was locked in. The dungeon was made of stone bricks. Surrounding each brick was a beam of light so I knew there was light outside this dungeon. The interior of the dungeon was pretty dark, it had that dark blue dungeon feeling. Anyway, out of nowhere, a faceless man appeared and told me that the following task was something that I must pass in order to live my life. He told me that all the bricks and the lights peeping in between all the bricks were all paintings except one brick and the light surrounding that brick. To me, however, everything looked totally real. The man told me to study each brick by just looking and not touching. He said to only touch the one brick which I thought was real. The man never told me that I only had one try but I knew I only had one try. Before even studying half the bricks, I woke up. If this isn’t a message, what the hell is it? There is no damn way I can just dream of this for no reason. Can this mean that I am striving for materialistic possessions too much? (Being chased out of a five star hotel) Does this mean I am trapped and surrounded by darkness and fakes? Do I need to make a vital change in life so that I can get to the other side, the light?”
I probably sound crazy to a lot of you people but do I care? If anything, I consider myself blessed. This kind of gift is usually not given to simple minded people.
Although Dennis often acts like an asshole to some ladies and tends to be 구준표-like, there are times when he openly loves and cares for certain females. Ever since Dennis landed his soul on planet Earth, he has met a fair amount of women. Many would constantly bitch and get on Dennis’s nerve and some would act fake which is what Dennis hates most. There were even creatures who would just refuse to be quiet and continue to be obnoxious and uncivilized. However, there were still a plethora of the opposite sex who were genuine and connected well with Dennis. Out of this blessed group, there was especially one beautiful mammal…
Her name is Yodi, Dennis’s cat. He misses her a lot and has not seen her in a minute (Urban Dictionary time! Go look up alternate street meanings of minute).
Dennis met Yodi approximately one year ago when his uncle passed her on to Dennis’s family. She was disowned by Dennis’s uncle because he had a new born human in his house who should not be around a cat. Dennis has spent approximately a year with Yodi, but still she shows no interest to Dennis. He feeds her every day, pets her everyday, and shows mad love, but she just does not budge. Why must females be so difficult…She gets along fine with the rest of the Oh family.
This following song has nothing to do with today’s post but enjoy it anyways. It is a Ne-yo remix of Go On Girl. Since the beginning of the Chris Brown vs. Ne-yo battle, Dennis was always an avid supporter of Ne-yo and not Chris Brown. He always knew something was fishy with Chris Brown.. Sure he dances well but he does not sing better than Ne-yo. Plus, Ne-yo writes his own music unlike Chris Brown.
There were so many things I wanted to do, with you
But who would’ve knew,
that you would claim our love was untrue
Like a tattoo, beautiful until I remove you
I stuck to you like glue but still you threw me out of your view
You’re the only one that renews my joy,
my happiness, my bliss, and my gladness, when I’m feeling blue
I used to dream of us two
put everything aside and in the sky we flew
and then we grew,
on our lawn the grass was still wet with morning dew,
we were sitting down sipping your favorite tea that I brewed for your flu
this was the life that we were supposed to pursue
but now it’s all screwed
not a single illusion will ever lead to a deja vu
I heard you got someone new,
and I hope you feel he is true,
what other girl is gonna walk into my life?, no clue
who’s gonna fill your shoes?
who the hell am I gonna look to?
I’m guessing this is my cue
as of now we are through, thank you
PS. don’t you worry cause I’ma pull through
The following faces are the very gentlemen who were crucial in helping Dennis Oh transform into a fresh kid. Like all others, even Dennis looked disgusting when he first arrived on planet Earth as a baby; he had no hair, no fly clothes on, barely could open his eyes, and was covered in blood+slimy stuff. However, as he aged and met the Brotherhood, 90Pro, and the Brooklyn Boys, he was able to develop into a well-mannered and confident alien.
The Brotherhood is a group of friends that Dennis met in high school. They are the ones who helped Dennis when he was down and also the ones who ridiculed him when his head was too high up in the sky. Time after time, they shared deep conversations with Dennis and assisted him to become a better human being. They never left Dennis to be lonely and for all the reasons above, he dearly loves them all.
90Pro is the music group that Mark Kim, Benjamin Oh, and Dennis started. They first started with a Radio Shack Head Piece to record jams but are now proudly spitting/singing to a legitimate condenser microphone.
The Brooklyn Boys are the cool kids on the block who blessed and represented the Korean population of Brooklyn. Like the Brotherhood, they were an important part of Dennis’s upbringing. From scrimmaging at the basketball courts of Brooklyn to eating meals together, they were BK’s flyest clique.
Many will not care about Dennis’s friends, but Dennis is not doing this for ya’ll. If you’re a girl, enjoy the eye candy. If you’re a boy, be jealous. Teehee.
Name: Brian Lee
Hometown: Woodside, NY
University: Stonybrook University
Group: The Brotherhood
Facts: Church President, Boy Friend of the beautiful Minhee Kang, Loudest in Brotherhood, Gets pissed all the time but always ends up laughing.
Name: Ray “Leoni” Lee
Hometown: Manhasset, NY
University: Dartmouth College
Group: The Brotherhood
Facts: Dennis’s gay butt buddy, The person who shared the most memorable memories with Dennis, The Most Immoral in Brotherhood.
Name: Mark Honest Kim
Hometown: Brooklyn, NY
University: Williams College
Group: The Brotherhood/90Pro/Brooklyn Boys
Facts: Praise Team Leader, Singer of 90Pro, Good at Football, Plays guitar, Most Ridiculous in Brotherhood, Member of the Spring Streeters Acapella Group.
Name: Daniel Cho
Hometown: Flushing, NY
University: Emory University
Group: The Brotherhood
Facts: Praise Team Leader, Plays guitar better than Mark, Boy Friend of the wonderful Esther Bongga Lee, Tallest in Brotherhood, Most BT in Brotherhood
Name: Benjamin Oh
Hometown: Brooklyn, NY
University: St. Johns University
Group: 90Pro/Brooklyn Boys
Facts: Church President, Rapper of 90Pro, Insane Drummer, Suave, Boy Friend of the gorgeous Christina Cho, Prime example of G’s to Gents, Snowboarder.
Name: Jefferson Kim
Hometown: Bayside, NY
University: Boston University
Group: The Brotherhood
Facts: Soccer Player, Boy Friend of the Charming Susan Yang, Most Chicks over Dicks in Brotherhood, Most Wild in Brotherhood.
Name: Peter Nguyen
Hometown: Brooklyn, NY
University: Syracuse University
Group: Brooklyn Boys
Facts: Brooklyn’s top of the line Basketball Player, Roommate, Tallest Asian that Dennis knows, Boy Friend of the Dazzling Michelle Zhou, Passes the nastiest gas.
Name: Charles Chung
Hometown: Brooklyn, NY
University: Philadelphia Biblical University
Group: Brooklyn Boys
Facts: Signed under 90Pro Entertainment as Crown C, Led his basketball team to 1st place and won the MVP over Peter Nguyen, Cute Cheeks, Snowboarder.
Name: Jason Kim
Hometown: Brooklyn, NY
University: John Jay College of Criminal Justice
Group: Brooklyn Boys
Facts: Plays guitar, Strongest Brooklyn Boy, Plays guitar, Saw J.Lim eating at a restaurant by herself but didn’t do anything, Twin.
Name: David “OkDivad” Ko
Hometown: Flushing, NY
University: Binghamton University
Group: The Brotherhood
Facts: Church President, Gets owned the most in Brotherhood, Keeps Brotherhood together, Claims that Dennis ruined his life.
Name: John Oh
Hometown: Queens, NY
University: University of Virginia
Group: The Brotherhood
Facts: Has the best shot in Brotherhood, Makes fun of Dennis the most, Claims to sing and rap better than Dennis.
Name: Thomas Kim
Hometown: Syosset, NY
University: Syracuse University
Group: N/A
Facts: Lives in Dennis’s dorm room, Enjoys playing Emo Music, Volleyball Player, Good with Computer Games, acts like a wife to Dennis Oh.
Brotherhood Song. Unfortunately, Dennis does not possess the final .mp3 version of this song which contains a chorus and more verses. Therefore, here is a draft version. The final version can be heard on his facebook.
Until next time, have a good life!
(I think I’m going to just talk in first person from now on, this is really annoying…)
(You are about to get a little sneak peak preview of the finest boutiques)
(Stuyvesant High School, NYC)
(The Tribeca Bridge: Students has to cross this bridge every morning to enter the doors to Stuyesant High School.)
(Battery Park: The exact path where I rollerbladed during my senior year. I wish I can turn back the hands of time.)
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