Golden ‘Nigz’ Rong

Soo, my friends, the past few days or week has been quite of the full.  Went to watch the fireworks in Dumbo with the skinny one and the gay skinny one.  I wasn’t impressed, was expecting better, damn macy’s dissapointing me son.

More on my flickr, na mean, acess on the right hand side.

Took some photos of this girl, she’s pretty cool.

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Na mean’.  So we going to play my favorite game, make a story with the photos.

the photos in the story dont need to go in that order. Whoever has the best story gets a lolipop.

There are many types of sidekick users.

A) This user, every 5 seconds checks his sidekick, to check his buddy list, text messages, and is annoying, cause he puts the sidekick away and then pulls its out 2 seconds later, cause he thinks he just got a message. Then walks around acting as if he’s mad cool with a sidekick, and when he’s chilling with his friends, he takes out his sidekick every 2 seconds to pretend hes talkign to someone else, as if the company he has at the moment isnt good enough.

B) The user, who gets its to be cool with the other kids, who think its cool to have sidekicks, and check it every 5 seconds.

C) The user, who has a sidekick, checks his phone, but doesn’t live his life outta the phone, and uses it like a phone, not some extraordinary machine from the future.

So,

Dear sidekick user(A,B),

Please get off your sidekick, and realize life isn’t in your sidekick. If you wanted to be online all day, you could just sit at home and fucking go online, and pretend u have friends or have cyber sex, na mean? So please, when i’m chilling with you, please don’t whip out the sidekick, and check whos online, cause its annoying. FUCK YOU.

Dear sidekick user (C),

Keep it cool.

That’s right ladies and gent’s… my lady blues is back. I don’t know if its cause someone left me feeling like this, or if its all these sappy movies I’m watching, or something else. But fuck you blues. yet you make me feel human.

So I’ve been thinking if maybe your with the wrong person? Are you? I see you all the time, your not that far away. I’ve spent time with you, and every time, you leave me thinking, are you with the right person. You tell me how he ignores you for this and that, and how he isn’t good to you, soo why the fuck are you with him you dumb bitch. If it was up to you, you’d prolly spend more time with me than him. He looks like a dipshit too, You ever look in a mirror how you too look together, fucking disgusting. why u still with him? Prolly cause your too use to it, soo fuck you and your fucking couch.

I want a B.I.T.C.H.
Beautiful Intellectual Tantalizing Chinese (Or Asian) Honey

My grandma had recently fallen ill, but she is fine now. She is at NY Downtown hospital, soo today i went to visit her, seeing, when she would be discharged from the hospital. Not today. But as i was going to see her, i noticed many sk8 boarders in the 4 train. I knew that the sacred sk8ing grounds, Brooklyn Banks, was in the area, soo i was thinking it was just a Saturday at Brooklyn Banks. Hundreds of Sk8ers were gathered in the area as i left, and i was wondering it was always this packed on saturday. I was going to take some photos, but I was with my Little sis, so I had to get going, before she started bitching.

Then, after i parted ways with my sister, i headed over to the Y to work on my pectorals in progress. On my way there, when i reached Mulberry and Broome there was a mob of black kids on sk8boards. They were all sk8ing and the fattest one who was like mad pudgy, was on a scooter. Then at the corner of Broome and Mott they got into something with 2 white guys, and then all of a sudden one of the kids pulls out a kazoo looking thing and blows into it making the kazoo noise, and they all gather round the white guys and scares the shit outta them. I wanted to take a photo, but i was afraid my camera might have dissapeared, damn you racial part of my brain, but yea i shouldve gotten a photo, they looked like a cool bunch of kids.

After my workout, nothing to do cause a ho-bag(yes that is a word) decided a monster growing on her face, couldnt go rowing on a boat with me in central park. So i went to allen’s experienced PS3, it was quite smexy, had some corn, and we did my id photo, also a photo collage that came as a strike of genius to allen.

and finally, the most awesome, most racist, and most pointless game finished dl the demo ps3. Yes you guessed it Def Jame ICON! yes you are a rapper and you go around beating up other rappers. FREAKING AWESOME.

This game had such amazing phrases as : Get your bitch ass down, and Go back home bitch

thank you def jam, i now understand black people love to fight and blow things up, see this is why i am racist fuck you def jam

Oh yea, and turns out today was official GO SK8BOARDING day in NYC, and it was sponsored by emerica and other sk8 companies, soo it explains the black kids on sk8boards, but not that fat one on a scooter

shit’s alright

I’m sitting on the F train, in one of those 3 ppl seats row. I am on the end next to the door. I notice today there was a lot of people coming back from the beach. A bunch of Korean kids to my right, all from Bronx Science, majority of them sleeping from what looks like a cut day to the beach. Then to my left, i see a spanish couple sleeping, and one leaning up against the other. So while being surrounded by all this young love and free flowing joy, a White lady comes and sits in the middle of the row. So she’s in the middle seat. Somewhere between Roosevelt Island and Queensbridge, I am getting an itch in my throat. Naturally i have to cough. So im covering my mouth, and i cough, which is obvious the polite thing to do. THE lady next to me, jumps up and uses her magazine to cover her face like i was going to cough on her. AND I’m LIKE WTF!!! do i have fucking sars or some shit, is it cause i’m yellow? soo i tell the lady sorry cause I figured it was my fault somehow. So I’m sitting there, i have to get off the next stop, and i’m just wondering wtf i did wrong. Then my conclusion, this white lady thought i had SARS. SO FUCK YOU BITCH, you can go suck a bag of baby dicks.

The heat hit today, hot and humid. Can’t give anyone a hug cause its soo damn icky. So a picture says a thousand words. So Ima try this new thing, I’ll post my photos up and you just come up with a story of what is happening.

have fun hope this woks

That my friends is the title for the exhibition, that an acquaintance and facebook friend, Zhang Jie-Song. I went to the opening reception tonight.

Before even going up to the gallery, there was a line to get on the elevator to go upstairs. The elevator was only allowed to have 6 people on at a time. Upon entering the elevator, first thing you notice is that it was extremely dark, and light by a barely lit red light. Looked very much like a dark room. Maybe it was for the ambiance of the show or what, but it was weird and cool. When I got up to the gallery, it was packed, and it started to begin feeling like a sauna. With my sweat pouring out of my glands, i tried to not get it on anything. (thought, why wasn’t there AC?) Immediately, when looking at the pieces of art, i saw some amazing stuff. What i was most impressed with was works by Zhao Bo and Chen Nong.

Zhao Bo’s work was amazing woodblock prints. Here’s two that i liked a lot.

I was amazed with the use of color and the amount of effort it must habe taken to make these prints. Also admired the nice frames that keeps this work protected and up.

With Chen Nong’s work i didn’t take any photos of it, because it’s against my taking photos of photos belief. So what Chen Nong did was took film prints, and then hand colored them in, and had people dressed up or dress down, and it was just stunning the technique and also the beauty that his pieces hold. Here is a photo taken from the gallery site.

The show was pretty good, I liked the pieces used. I didn’t really get a chance to read the story that was being told with the news articles and such. I will probably try and go back to read the story that was trying to be told.

There she is,

I see, her, does, she see me?

What’s she thinking?

Who’s this chubby guy in front of me?

Who’s this Cute guy in front of me?

Is he going to just look at me?

And I’m just thinking to myself, why are you soo pretty?

Sitting there with your

Hair pulled back like a kid,

Wearing your big shades,

in your cute outfit,

Thinking, Should i talk to her?

But it’s too late, I gotta get off the train.

I have found the most amazing scent that I myself cannot truly fully describe.  I know I am retarded for writing this now.  But it feels like this is what i have come to.  I am going to purchase this intoxicating perfume, and when the time is right, I will give it to you as a present.  When I give you the perfume, i hope you realize, soon, i will be proposing to you.  Until then, the box with the perfume will be sealed tightly not to be opened until I find you.  So hopefully the world’s most incredible scent will be used by you on the day you walk down the aisle, the night we go out to celebrate you getting a promotion, the day where I sell one of my photos for big money, the day after that, and the night after that.  But don’t use to much cause I’m only going to have one bottle, because their going to stop making this perfume soon.  Till I meet you, i bid you adieu.