Golden ‘Nigz’ Rong

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.

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

I was waiting till I was done with my finals and stuff to do this.  I guess it gave me time to reflect on everything that’s happened.  Well I’m done with my first year of College.  I think shit was fucking awesome.  Had my ups and downs, discovered many new things, made new bonds.  I feel sad that I am going to be leaving, but i got to follow my dreams.

I am going to miss those nights where we would drive out a 2 AM to go to the middle of nowhere, where we sat and just talked, how i wanted to take photos of these places but never got the chance to.  I’ve been missing it for a while.

Those nights where we stayed up till the sun came up and realized i had class at 8:05, fucking journalism.  The shortcuts we discovered, the fastest point from A to B.

Getting to know you, sitting next to you in Writing class, drawing my comics of you and i.  Hoping that eventually, you’d realize, maybe your with the wrong person.  I wanted to tell you, I wanted to spill my heart out and just tell you, but it just didn’t happen. So maybe you’ll understand eventually.

I am going to miss those nights, where we sat there, the three of us, you two trying to study, and me telling my stories, you two laughing.  Me just sitting there tell you the stories of how I messed up talking to a girl or the way i got into a nigger moment.  I’ll miss just sitting there late night and just chatting it up.  You two always giving me advice, and me never listening but there just to enjoy the chat.

Going to miss playing handball till 3 in the A.M.  Then going to Kelly and eating food that ain’t good for a person at 3 A.M.

All of you have made your impressions on me and we’ll meet sometime later in life, it is a small world after all =D

Going to miss all you who have made these past 8 months of my life quite memorable, so to you all.

I’m sorry I’m leaving, I wish it didn’t have to be this way, but gotta follow my dreams.

You want to get somewhere,

you take the train,

you get to the train station,

you never know when the train is coming,

30 seconds, a minute, half an hour, never?

But you just stand on the platform waiting,

Your train comes, You get on,

You think its right

then you get where you want to

but are you too early,too late?

You can never be sure until you really gotten on that train that comes on time every day

no delays, and you understand its right

You caught the perfect train.

You sit two rows in front of me in this gigantic auditorium, you sit there.  Part of ur hair pulled back, enough to leave bangs in the front and hair flowing from the back.  Sitting there, she sits by herself.  She doesn’t have friends in the class, why don’t i go and talk to her?  She’s got her Brooklyn Industries bookbag, her DS in hand playing her games during class.  She has a friendly look, yet she has a bitch look, why can’t I just say hi?  Wearing her dark denim, her various v neck t-shirts, with her Nikes, she’s just two rows away.  Wait till the end of class, wait to get close enough to say hi, but everytime i chicken out.  What is it about the girl i think would be perfect, what is it that keeps me from saying hi?  Is there some force that says no, you can’t, cause you just aren’t worth it?

No I don’t think so, it’s just me thinking and thinking, and before i know it, shes walked past me and my chance to say hi is gone and there is only soo much time i have left to do so.

For my writing class we had to read Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, by Jonathan Safran Foer.  In the story the protaganist is a 9 year old, and at times its unbelievable some of the shit the kid gets into.  So I am going to try to recapture what was going on in  my life when i was 9.

9 years old, it was 1997, China had regained Hong Kong, didn’t really know much bout it.

I had just moved to Queens from Chinatown.  I transfered schools, I went from all Asian P.S. 130 to very diverse P.S. 102.  It was weird, i never really had any other friends who weren’t Chinese before this.  Well if you count the Columbus park groundskeeper, Junior, then one.  Anyway, I was entering a different world.  I met my first Korean person, who i thought was Chinese, but then hes like no i’m Korean,and so i was confused.  My first friend was actually this black kid named Warny, or something along those lines.  He was odd, but i was liek this guys alright, and he’s black so if i’m friends with him, he won’t beat me up. So then I started meeting the other kids, and I guess, I moved on from Warny. I’m Really sorry warny i really didn’t mean to be a social ladder climbing ass back in the day.  Well I met Richard, and well he invited me to his halloween party and i was the chubby version of the scream guy.  That was when i first saw my first pair of tits on television.  We were watching a horror movie and it was a shower scene, pretty crazy.  Wasn’t too amazing though, but it was the first house party i was in.  Then, I started watching baseball cause the other kids did, and i became a yankees fan.  It was also when i developed my 4th grade crush on Deborah Uzirin.  I don’t know what it was about her, probably cause she was the nicest one to me in the class.  Well I guess this was when liking girls was acceptable i guess.  Yea, then i remember how i would try to play basketball everyday on my block, but i was struggling with school cause i didn’t want to do hw.  I forged my mom’s signature on my report card because i got a U, and almost had my parents convinced that i didn’t get report cards.  Well they found out, got a bad beating that night haha.  I remember my teacher ms. bush, she was an old fat white lady, who would go crazy when she saw pigeons.  It was actually pretty funny.  Then this was also when Andrew, who become my close friend started making fun of me for listening to the backstreet boys, and liking pop music.  Which made me listen to rock and stuff, and a lot of the stuff i didn’t even like.  When looking back, this was the age where i lost my innocence, I wasn’t a child anymore, i became a horny prepubescent boy.  Also this was the age when i turned my back on my culture, and decided, i wanted to be the like the white kids.

Times have changed now, and i have changed.  being 9 is a big deal now that i realize it.  Well thats just my rambling.   Enjoy, check out my new photos everyone! Heres one of my new pieces that i love,