Golden ‘Nigz’ Rong

At Starbucks near Lincoln Center after Taiyo Na performance. I’m waiting on line, in front of me a White women, who was purchasing 2 bags of some shit, and her form of payment was credit card. So procedure goes, you give the cashier the credit card he swipes it, and when it is approved and cleared the cashier will give it back to the customer. So the Cashier had just swiped the card and was waiting for the approval and the woman goes ” I don’t need the receipt” and the Cashier says politely ” I’m waiting for it be approved before I can give you back the card. While waiting for this to happen the women, goes APE SHIT. She jumped and reached her hand over and ripped her credit card from the Cashiers hand, and grabbed the stuff she bought and stuffed in her bag and walked away. The Cashier in awe turns and speaks to the manager and says what is her problem. The women looks at me and says, he does this every time, gives me a hard time and shit, and i’m looking at her going ” Lady I don’t give a fuck, i just saw u pull some retarded shit and look like a fucking un civilized and impolite and fucking retarded bitch shit,what the fuck is your problem.” Then she walks away, and the manager goes to talk to her. I go to the Cashier and he looks frustrated, and me being the good human being says, “what the hell is that woman’s problem” you know to make him feel like he didn’t do anything wrong cause i feel you friend, your working hard and she gives you this shit. Then after i get my over priced iced tea that i couldve bought in bottled form, for cheaper and sweeter, I saw the manager talking to the lady as if it were the cashiers fault. I’m walking by going wtf, this bitch is crazy, its the crazy white lady’s fault, dont fucking apologize, if i were the manager, I would’ve told the bitch never to come back and refuse service to her if she ever came in again. But that’s just me.

STORY 2

I’m on the 7 train back from Dragon Boat Practice. It is Sunday, and happenly same day as the Dominican Day Parade. On the train were a quiet group you know a normal train ride, no crazy bum, no smelly hobo, no mugging, just normal. As the train approached and pulled into Junction BLVD. there began a loud ruckus, and all of a sudden a bum rush of Dominicans decked out in dominican republic shirts, flags, and one even had some sort of instrument. As they got onto the train, it scared the shit outta all the people cause it was calm and quiet and then all of a sudden the elephant in the room jumps in. The group of people seemed like a mob, cause they were banging on the ceiling making a lot of noise and shit. As i got off the train at my stop, the man next to me, got up also and ran off the train in fear of these people. I applaud the Dominicans for such pride in their culture, but seriously, do you really need to make a ruckus on the train. Your on the way to the parade make the ruckus there, disturbing the peace. A way to make your culture proud is to not make it seem like your a bunch of hoodlums on the train trying to intimidate people. Go stay in school, excel, graduate, and become a productive member of society, not the damn guy serving me my McDonalds.

Fuck you and your fucking couch. Don’t you just hate people who fucking use you. I am guilty of using others for things, but seriously, at least i try to make up for it and shit. I don’t just fucking use them and then fucking ignore them afterwards.

So let an rong give a mighty great example.

Let’s say Bitch says, Hey let’s have a photo shoot. Why yes, An Rong being the good human being he is agrees to help said bitch. Bitch acts all nice, gives him those yess’m’s and them hahas and laughs at his shitty jokes. Soo An Rong thinks its cool and this said bitch would go forth and chill with An Rong more and you know become good friends and what not and such and such and so forth. Then he spends his whole night editing her damn photos, and he gets sick of seeing the sight of her, but he does it cause hes a nice son of a gun soo that she can have them ready for her interview with a modeling agency in 2 days. He even says send it to this good photo printing place, its cheap anyway. but no after An Rong has sent her all the pixels and the bytes and shit, she takes it, and says im going to print it at the Kodak store, which is very fucking WRONG TO An Rong’s art, because they going to get the colors wrong, and he going look like a shitty photographer. So then An Rong tries to chill with said Bitch after all this, and now she doesn’t talk to him, and doesn’t seem to care. So An Rong says to said Bitch, go suck a bag of baby dicks you fucking using octopussy licking nipple sucking dick licking bitch.

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.

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.

Urbandictionary.com defines a Nigga Moment as

So today in my art history lecture, there were two guys sitting in front of me talking loudly and disrupting my learning environment.  So eventually i got fed up, and i said

“yo shut the fuck up, i’m trying to listen.”

so the guy looks at me and is about to say something and i say

“you can talk about sucking each others cocks later”

and he turns around and shuts the fuck up the whole lecture and ocassionally looked back and grilled me.

i ignored it cause this dude wasnt going to do shit, if he was he wouldve said something earlier.

when lecture ended, he got up and said to me

“I demand an apology, me and my friend would’ve quieted down if you would have asked politely for us to quiet down” and i said

“Shut the fuck up, your fucking rude for talking like you hot shit” and he responds

“your going to get punched in the face later in life for doing shit liek that” and i said

“here you can take the first punch”  and i pointed to my jaw,

“fucking punch me bitch” i exclaimed.  Slowly the bitch ass motherfucker walked away with his cock sucking buddy, and i said

“punch me bitch”.

the moral of the story is, don’t cross my fucking line, fucking bitch ass niggas.

You know how when you first get into a relationship and your all lovey dovey and shit.  Like you will have an away message like, “I miss my baby, 10.21.” or some bullshit like that.  Yea, it’s nice that you fucking found a love and your all happy, but motherfucker, I ain’t like that.  You dont need the world to fucking know.  I would like to not be reminded of my current state.  A state where I constantly cant make up my mind.  Where my heart is as the chinese say, Flower hearted.

I remember when i had a gf, i was all mushy and shit, telling her this and that, and telling people that and this, cause i believed i was soo happy.  Then when the castle came crumbling down, I was just left on the other side of the moat.  So i guess, I am just hating on what i don’t have.  soo next time i fall for someone, and have that type of love where my friends make fun of me for how much i love her and talk about her, like how i made fun of them when they did the same thing type love.  But if i find that type love, won’t the castle eventually crumble again.

I’m looking for the type love where she understands what i do.  The type love where I can chill with my friends and she’ll understand that.  Where I can watch my television shows in peace type love.  The type love where she’ll enjoy what i do.  Where she’ll let me use her in my work type love.  I want a love where she’ll just randomly visit me and take me away and each time it’ll be the best time of my life type love.  But i don’t have that, cause there aint no type love for me.

Type Love style borrowed from Shihan.

I was in the Long Island College Art Competition. I believe that my piece was amazing, that it would definitely win something. I spent over 200 dollars preparing it to be presented. I did this only because i truely believe i was going win.

Yesterday at the Awards ceremony for it, I was expecting to be hearing my name when they were announcing the winners. They finished announcing the first place winners, finally the grand prize. Like Shaggy said, It Wasn’t Me. Immediately I stormed out of the room. If you know me, then you’d know i am a really bad loser especially when i am really passionate about what it is. I was with Big Black Man and Mule, and as i stormed out of SAC Ballroom A, BBM was trying to calm me down, but I was just furious. How in the hell did i loose. All the other pieces in gallery was not even up to par. There were good pieces, but there were also pieces that were cliche, done before, and shit that ppl have seen over and over again. I looked over the winners, a lot of the shit was just pretty but had no meaning. One copied something that Chuck Close had done, then there was some hick shit. Some shitty ass sculpture. The only thing i was satisfied in losing to was a painting, and that didn’t even win first place. The grand prize winner was bullshit too. It was photoshop job that was done well. It looked cool, simple meaning, and thats it. Nothing deep.

I felt that my piece shouldve at least gotten a fucking honorable mention. Its aesthetically pleasing, has deeper meaning, and an awesome fucking title.

The judges were an “expert in the fields” and an artist. I was like wtf?! so i had to ask, what the fuck was wrong with my piece. So i asked one of them. I asked can i get a critique of this piece.

She said, it looked very much like the work of another artist. I told her i never fucking even seen shit like this. I fucking did this on my own, its something i do myself.

Then she tells me she just saw three lights, but loved the name of it. I told her, well i made it more ambiguous soo that ppl can relate to how i felt about the photo.

She then realized it was a good piece, but how the fuck does a chuck close want to be better than mine? How is a shitty ass photo shot at a wide aperture with a black background with a girl wearing a fuckign earring better than me. How is a fucking neon orange construction material dress that looks like a fucking hick made it, better than me. Was the contest called, let the hicks win because the asians will make it off better anyway. FUCK YOU ALL. The judges have no idea what their talking about, they can just judge on superficialities, thats why their piece of shit artists that ive never heard of before.

how does a photoshop piece with satrical meaning behind it win. That shit is some shit u use for a magazine article. That is art, but its not fucking a contest winner. You guys are fucking stupid asses. Soo you know what. yea i’m fucking angry, but to let you know.

FUCK YOU LICA, cant appreciate art. You can suck my left nut, when I become an established photographer. Can’t appreciate my art, you fucking superficial bitches.

and liek the great dabble said, SUCK A BAG OF BABY DICKS.

It is 4:54 A.M. Why the hell am i still up?

Thats because its suppose to be 3:54 A.M.

I guess i have abandoned my sole purpose to this blog. That is the be an angry fuck and tell people how i see things. Well I Am back with some girl issues and a rant. =O in the same post? Can it be done, or can’t it be done?

So lets start with angry rant. Why is it that so many men are insecure with their sexualities and such. Like i know shit that pushes boundaries which is border line un straight. But common some shit like watching Project Runway, and the fact that i like art.

My brother has ridiculed me for such things. I like watching Project Runway, i think its an interesting fucking program. It’s not like I watch it to fucking look at Tom Gunn. I watch it because i think fashion of the such is interesting. It wouldnt hurt some of u guys to actually watch it maybe you’ll understand you are prolly dressed really badly.

An example of a guy who is dressed badly. There is this 6 foot guy in my writing class, he is white, walks around like he runs shit. But he sounds like a retard. Like that nasal white boy sound that if u heard too much u might want to kick in the chest. Well on thursday, i see him in class instead of him wearing his usual fraternity sweater, he is wearing some red hoodie with some shiny ass gold letter, which i do believe he probably purchased at VIM or your neighborhood friendly White Boy try to Dress Black Store. WTF what the hell are you wearing its like god damn its not enough that you wear the same sweater everyday, and now the day you decide to change you decide to look like a fucking douche.

While I am on the topic of people looking bad. There was a girl i was trying to flirt with at orientation, her name was Jackie, a korean girl, she was cute had a orangey tan, walked around with a Louis Vuitton bag. Shit was huge, like i think it prolly cost her around a grand or more for it. So i was like damn girl spending a lot of money, donate to the struggling artist fund. Well if you couldnt tell where my hitting on her went, it bombed and we never spoke again. As I was walking towards something on campus, i see her, carrying that distinct big ass Louis Vuitton bag that i saw at orientation. THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN, I SEE UGGS!!!!!!!!! bitch is carrying a louis vuitton bag while wearing uggs. bitch you crazy? thats like mixing meat and dairy not kosher. like your bag is the same tint as your uggly ass uggs, but like that is not a fucking reason to wear it while sporting ur louis. fucking this got me going what has this world come to. Also girls who wear uggs all the time, shit aint pretty its ugly.

Next, I am not gay because i like art. Do you know how many women Picasso has had sex with. To many to fucking count. Artist are often misunderstood, and that is what you are all misunderstanding. I am not gay because i like to paint, or i like to take photographs. I do it because i love it. I love the feeling of creating a piece that changes the way a person views the world. I want to give people hope for a better day tomorrow, and a reason to keep moving on. So go ahead and call art gay, but the only thing gay is the ignorance shitting from your assholes which have moved from your ass to your mouths.

Why are you soo concerned with what is straight and gay? People are who they are, So if i were to come out and say I were gay, you would not treat me the same as before? I would still be the same person, I didn’t change, its not like I’m different. It’d just be your ignorance blinding you with the idea that i’d want to fuck you. to quote Eliot Chang, “You don’t appeal to heterosexuals, now all of a sudden, your homolicious?”

Next. I was thinking of what my ideal girl would be, thanks to Special K.

I was thinking of what qualities shed have how she would look, and i guess i came up with a list.

Cute- meaning she can make a fob sign with one hand, two hands, and do the poke in the cheek thing and i’d find each and everyone cute.

Sense of style- bitch better not be wearing freaking uggs and sporting a louis vuitton. I like a girl who looks presentable and doesn’t dress like a skank, who can make decisions on he wants her to dress. that is why style in a girl is very important.

thats my first two, next entry will come with me.

Edit:  I am heterosexual Jun

I jump up, the card reader makes the approval sound, it allows me to open up the door to my building. I pull the door open, then there is another door, I look to my right at the newspaper racks, see if any news catches me eyes. No nothing does, I open the next door. I walk to my mail box, look for number 85.

I grab the knob, turn left to first number, then right 2 times to the 2nd number, finally like beyonce said “to the left” the 3rd number. I open the little door, i see a letter, I was hoping it would be from SVA, but it was from Parsons. I think of opening the letter then and there, but no, i go upstairs to my room. I grab my xacto knife.

I open the letter, I read, after i finished, i grabbed the letter ripped it up with the envelope and threw it in the trash, and screamed,

FUCK A PARSONS

SVA or Bust