Hello, I’m going to attend a karaoke party tonight and since I take karaoke pretty damn seriously, I’ve been keeping a mental list in my head of the songs I want to sing my heart out for this fun occasion. And like the good blogger I am, I wanted to share my list with you all.

Besides doing a couple of songs here and there from Lady Gaga and Nicki Minaj (of course), I’ve been trying to stick with a theme of songs which I use to adore in the late 90′s, early ’00s. During this fantastic time, it was the beginning of my teenage years. The pop and r&b songs I enjoyed were probably equivalent to currents songs people find horrifying today, but they were special to me and frankly, I didn’t give any fucks when I cranked the volume up to the maximum every time I heard them play on the radio.

10. Show Me Love by Robyn
This was practically the song I wanted to cry sing to the boy I loved even though he never really knew I existed in typing class. It’s slow, nice, and…pathetic, but it was pure genius when I was 13. Also, Robyn’s back in the music biz and she was touring with Katy Perry. In’t something or what? Forrow your dreams!

9. He Loves U Not by Dream
This song’s about girls hating on other girls, ’cause of a dude, and retarded stuff. Regardless, it was my 8th grade anthem and it kicked ass every time I played it over and over again after downloading it off of Napster. If I recalled correctly, this is probably one of the first groups Diddy created and the first group he fucked over pretty fast, so I think they deserve a little recognition here, even as little as singing their song in a karaoke room.

8. Bring it All to Me by Blaque
I thought Blaque was one of the most creative, fitting and sophisticated name anyone can ever think of for a music group consisting of blaque women. That is, to also say that I thought they were the most beautiful creatures to ever walked the earth, they were goddesses to me. This particular song was, simply put, sexy and cool, and that’s how exactly I felt whenever I sang along with it.

7. Playas Gon’ Play by 3LW
I’m not sure if people realize this but THIS song is really important to the internet. I believe, had this song never came out, we would never had the awesome and highly popularized meme that has been used over a thousand times, “HATES GONNA HATE“. As for the song, the rapping part always has sounded pretty lame to me.

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Today:

"Sigh...what is the meaning of life? Or sitting on this dirty step looking fierce as hell?"

My dad has the tendency to grab whatever is laying out in the living room and assume that it either belongs in the trash or in his monthly yard sales. I witnessed the first yard sale my dad held when I was three years old, and I remembered the event so clearly. I don’t know why. Perhaps it was the very first time of my life that I’ve experience a lost or betrayal.

*FLASHBACK MODE!!*

So I’m three years old, right? It was early Saturday morning and I looked out the window of my kitchen and noticed what it seems to be like a huge mountain of clothes stacked on flat sheets of cardboard, and strangers were looking through them. As a kid, this really freaked me out. I didn’t know what was happening. All I knew was, if anything’s going to be in your driveway besides a car,  it better be a turd or dead roots sprouting out of the cracks or something–anything, but a pile of clothes and unfamiliar faces.

My dad was outside interacting with them so this gave me a bit of courage to walk out there and see what exactly was going on. I remember slowly walking outside but was unable to contain the embarrassment that was obviously displayed on my face. As I took a couple of more steps I noticed my dad was exchanging money between these people, so I started to understand that he owned some kind of a front yard mini store. When I finally approached his “store”, I began to discreetly scan the items and clothing. OK lots of clothes here. Mom’s got a lot of her dresses laying out here, hm should I run back to the house and tell her? Wouldn’t she be sad if these strangers were to take it? What about these plants? There’s the old boombox, whatever. Oh hey, there’s my Baby Sinclair toy–WAIT WHY IS IT OUT HERE!?!?

When I was little, I was a really big fan of the TV series, Dinosaurs. My favorite character from the show was Baby Sinclair, and I had a really awesome toy of it from McDonalds. This toy was unbelievable to me back then; it had a button at the end of a long hallow tube it was attached to and when you pressed it the legs of Baby Sinclair would kick back and forth. Magnificent. This toy was, however, was found in a cardboard box at my dad’s yard sale.

Sorry baby, I shouldn't have let you go.

Lord, that feeling as a kid when you realize your dad took something precious away from you only so he can get some money out of it. I was confused, hurt and betrayed. It almost felt like someone ripped my heart out, farted on it, and used it to play a game of soccer. The worse part about this is I didn’t have the guts to take it back. Since yard sales were so foreign to me, I didn’t know what to do! I thought that taking it out of the box and running back to the house would be considered shoplifting. So, I ended up standing outside near the toy until someone bought Baby Sinclair. And someone did, in fact, I think they just took it without paying. It was some boy around my age at the time who grabbed Baby and ran to his parent’s car with it. That brat.

Ever since that little incident happened…and for many many years growing up in his household, I’ve been frantically running out of the house with my PJs (and possibly holding a strip of bacon) every time I hear that my dad is throwing a yard sale because he’d always have at least one item of mine that, to me, is priceless.