Golden ‘Nigz’ Rong

Recently my friend had brought to my attention, that women go thru a lot just by getting on the train, and i think about it yea, its true son. Like yesterday i was on the bus and i noticed the girl sitting across from me. I didn’t want to say hi or anything cause 1. I was tired, and 2. My breath smelled bad cause i just woke up and didn’t have gum.

So as while i was exchanging glances at her, and her at me, I knew it was too late to talk to her. But then I thought of what my friend had said to me, and i realized women go thru a lot by just getting on the train.

As we all know, Women like to dress pretty cause you know, they want to impress their special someone’s in their life, or look good just in case they find that special someone in their life. So when a girl who’s particularly attractive walks onto the train looking pretty, and all that jazz, People tend to stare, and by people, i mean Men. So i know you find it awkward when we look at you, and shit, and your all like ugh why the fuck is he looking at me. Mam, just take it as a compliment because we find you pretty.

Now as the title of my post goes’ I’m sorry for looking at you cause i find you pretty. And I’m sorry if many of my fellow gender has done stupid shit like holler at you or say sexist remarks, or even touched you.

Mam, if you were in trouble, I would’ve jumped in and fucked up the crazy.

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.

Online for the 6:21 showing of The Dark Knight, I stand there with Allen, conversating with my dear Tanya.  Then the urge took over, i couldn’t hold it in anymore.  I looked Allen and Tanya in the eye, and said….

I have to go to the Bathroom.  Hurridly, I make my way towards the Restrooms.  I looked at the sign and saw that this was an all male bathroom.  So I hurry to the cleaner side, cause you know cleaner bathroom more sanitary.  Then, I proceed to go into the first stall.  I unleash a stream of a fury, that had been yearning to come out since god knows when.

I finish, I head towards the sink, and then I saw a woman in the bathroom, I was hmm, what she doing in the male bathroom.  Then I realized, the bathroom i was in had no urinals, and all of sudden realized, I had entered the female restroom.  The woman had a good laugh, as i hurried out of the bathroom in a giggling oops manner.  Proceeded to wash my hands in the male bathroom. Then went back online and told this story to Allen.  Soon enough we were in the theatre watching The Dark Knight.

Shit was epic, RIP Heath.

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.

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

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.

Back in the city, haven’t had much inspiration to blog. Maybe I have gotten writer’s block, or maybe my heart isn’t being broken and torn and shit.  Anyway, been down to Dumbo lately and its frikking awesome, i love it in DUMBO, gotta go get me a loft there with the crew.  Just been working, chilling, and getting on with my daily grind.

Saw Enchanted, yea that disney movie with McDreamy.  Saw it under the Brooklyn Bridge, and it was good, and Yes homo as louie would say.  Well it got me thinking, and then seeing other things.  Everyone is in a position where they are in love.  Love is what keeps us all going.  By that I don’t just limit it to that generic relationship type love.  I’m talking bout those things you do all the time that you love, that passion that keeps you going, that reason why you feel like shit sometimes, and the reason why things just ain’t the same.  I found love.  Pursuing my dreams is following this love.  I love photography.  The feeling you get when you capture a perfect moment in time, the way you have to try so hard to get it right.  The time i have to dedicate to finding these moments, the people i have met because of the my love.

I realized right now the reason i dont have anything interesting to write about is cause life is how it should be.  I wish i had more to write but i don’t.  So till i got something to run to my macbook pro about farewell. here’s some photos to enjoy

GOTTA GET MY NEW LENS