Chapter 4: Worthless

Been really busy lately so I didn't have time to update my blog... right now I m finally free... for a little bit at least so here is the long awaited chapter 4. 


WARNING: THIS BLOG ENTRY CONTAINS EXPLICIT LANGUAGE AND IMAGINARY VIOLENCE, PLEASE HAVE PARENTAL GUIDANCE IF YOU ARE UNDER 13.

Senior year is here!!! Man that was quick. Can't believe it's already been four years in Dewey. We all are about to go our own ways and start a new life. Senior year was probably the best year I spent in Dewey, also the worse year. I had only 4 classes and no pressure at all... well for most part of it anyways. I never took any foreign language class before and I need at least one year of foreign language to graduate. So I took Spanish. Haha that brings back some memories, Spanish with Ms. Lupin was fun since Double D and I were always just chilling there. OH! I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT FAGGOT ASS KADISH. You know, that fat piece of shit that's always talking about his surfing stories and how he used to be a lawyer? Well, if you weren't from Dewey then you would't know about him. Anyways he was the biggest fag I have seen thus far. Hope he drown when he goes surfing, his family never find his body cause that shit is gonna be eaten by a fucking shark, and he burn in fucking hell. That fat piece of fucking shit deserves nothing less than that. 

Why I hate him so much, you may ask. Well, he failed me in government. If I didn't pass the DISK for government then I wouldn't be able to graduate on time ( I don't think summer school covers government) since it was one of the requirements. Why the fuck would he fail an A++++ student, you may ask. Well, I didn't hand in one mother fucking essay. Let see, I passed his midterm and final with 80+; I was only absent for around 2-3 times; I completed my community service hours for the class and I did all the homework assignments, except for the essay paper. I remember it like it was yesterday... it was the day before Spring break. He said to the WHOLE CLASS that for anyone who got a low score in their midterm, take this opportunity to redeem yourself. For the people that passed the midterm with a high grade, this paper is optional. 


So when Spring break was over, and the paper was due. He calls row and asks each individual if they had the paper, if they do hand it in. This tall white guy that looked like 26 was the first person. He was a very talkative guy in class and participates a lot, but guess what? HE DID NOT DO IT. I'm pretty sure he passed the class though. Then the second guy gets called, he didn't do it either. So faggot ass Kadish moved on. Bleh bleh bleh and it was my turn, since he gave this kid in front of me a chance to hand it in late, I responded with "I don't have it, can I give it in tomorrow." He then he asked me what does my boss do if I go to work late, I said she don't do anything. He then disrespects my boss by calling her stupid, I was about to explode on him but thank god my intelligence got the better of me. He wasn't finished with me yet, out of all the people that didn't hand in the essay he decides to give ME a 30 minute lecture. He embarrassed me in front of the whole class, he disrespected my boss, what was worse was that he failed me. That fat piece of shit probably have countless dicks in his brain. Only if I could get a chance to shit on him like diarrhea... 


That was the most humiliating moment in my high school life. That mother fucker should have been dead along with Hitler. And I got through that horrible cycle. I had to take a DISK, and I passed it with a MC.  


I had him again the cycle after that. Without a second thought, I went to my guidance counselor Ms. Pawsner (forgot how to spell her name) and told her change my teacher. She ashed me why, I looked her directly into the eyes without blinking and said "he can't teach for life, I want to graduate." She understood me right away and asked no further questions. She then changed me to Autovino, another fat guy. But he was funny as fuck and he's cool, right PAUPAU?  


In conclusion, the world needs to get rid of faggots like Kadish. Good for nothing worthless bitchass. May god guide you to a speeding car driven by a drunk bastard. Amen. 


This song's title strongly shows my emotions at that current moment. I'm Fed up with his shit.
DJ Khaled ft. various artists - Fed Up

Chapter 3B: Trickery

I remember I said that will be a new chapter in my life at that moment, so here it is. This is just a short side story that happened to the Twins, R00ster, Muffin, and I.


It was the Black Friday of 2008. We decided it would be fun to camp out, so we did. If i remembered correctly it was at around 11 PM when we took the R train to Whitehall so we can transfer to the Staten Island Ferry. We missed the ferry so we had to wait like half an hour. The food there were so expensive. Anyways, we got on the ferry. One of us (wasn't me because I was too busy playing my PSP) noticed some random dude's zippers were unzipped and saw some earthshaking things. That was funny as fuck. Then R00ster and I got thirsty so we went to buy a drink in the ferry. He said he's gonna practicing "I'm So Hood," the black guy in front of us overheard it and started laughing.


So we got off the ferry and had to go to the bus station. The bus that we were supposed to take wasn't gonna be there until a couple hours later so we decided to take another bus. I think it was the S59 bus which stopped at Richmond. According to the bus driver, it was a 10 minute walk to Staten Island Mall but you all can guess what happened. When we got off the bus we were puzzled about which way the mall is. Then out of nowhere this old man that was in the same bus as us approached us and directed us the way, we thanked him and got moving. As we were walking, we realized something was wrong because R00ster, Muffin, and I went there last year and none of us remembered any of the buildings that we passed. Thank god that I had my sidekick, so we googled up the directions and found out that old ass motherfucker directed us the opposite way while he went the right way. Our guesses was that he must be on the rush to camp out as well.


Us, 5 Asians that were tight as fuck at that moment got going. By the time we arrived to Staten Island Mall we were like two hundred people behind. We were chilling on the BestBuy line, as cold as ever just standing there waiting to get in. Only the top 10 or so can get the cheap laptop ticket. When they got it, they would walk down the line asking if people want to buy it for like 50-100 bucks. The securities there were warning people that the ticket they buying might be counterfeit. So we waited for around 2 hours and finally got in. The first thought in my mind was it was warm as fuck in here. It was also so crowded. We just wandered around BestBuy for a little bit and moved on to the mall to cop some cheap clothes. There were a lot of shawties there and a lot of ugly ass guys. The discounts were so crazy we shopped for like 4+ hours.


We finished shopping by 12 and were tired and hungryas fuck. So we took the S79 straight to Bay Ridge. All 5 of us assed out on the bus, we were embracing our prizes of Black Friday so no one can jack them as we sleep peacefully. We went to eat lunch with R00ster's parents afterwards and I forgot what happened afterwards.


So the theme of this story is to never trust any stranger that approaches you especially at critical times such as our experience. That old man tricked us, I bet he was happy as fuck as he walked to Staten Island Mall thinking he will be ahead of 5 more people.


EDIT>>>> There's gonna be random side stories as chapter progresses, stay tune!


MIDDLE FINGER UP FOR THAT OLD BITCH FAGGOT MAYNE
Chamillionaire - Middle Finger Up

Chapter 3A: Down to Ride

Most of the highlights of my life occurred during the four years in Dewey. The good and the bad, the high and the low, the beautiful and the ugly all happened during my high school time.


As a freshman in Dewey I didn't know where i belong. Everyone got their own crew to chill with. They got the gangsters, the emo/Gothics, the hacky sack fags, the nerds, and the ANIME GEEKS. It was hard for me to fit in so i was like an outsider. That was until I met my niggas. Since I am at this part let me take a moment to shout out to all my homies, R00ster, Pau Gor, Rat, Muffin, Pussyass Lee, Afro Wong and D Square. It's ride or die, ya'll already know I am always down to ride.


So back to the story, the reason why I capitalized ANIME GEEKS is because those fags hustled my 2 dollars. I was second place in the Yu-Gi-Oh tournament and I didn't get shit, those cheap ass mother fuckers. I am not gonna wish bad on nobody so good luck to that 21 year old fat shit which was the creator of the Anime Club that's fucking with the 14 year old girl (she grown now, but still ugly as fuck). When I met my homies, I knew that was where I belong. The shit we do and places we go defined us. I still remember that Maplestory was the shit at that time. But I couldn't play it until later on because my computer was an artifact.


Come to think of it, I didn't really had many classes with you all. I met you all differently. Let's see, I met R00ster, Pau Gor, Rat, and Muffin in the Math RC when we were talking about Gunbound. I met Afro Wong in Details I believe. I met Pussyass Lee (only none Dewey head) in YMCA and D Square in MP. I still remember D Square and I rocked with Ms. Lupin. She gonna fucking throw bananas at you if you don't pay attention. Ha ha, just kidding, she is a really good teacher I actually learned from that class. Remember the beginning of each new cycle? That was like always the best day of the cycle, we would all go to the Math RC after homeroom and compare program cards. We would not go to any of the classes that whole day. Remember all the times when we got caught by truancy? That one time we were sent to the precinct in Coney Island. That was the stupidest shit ever. I was sent to the corner for no reason and they didn't let me out until J band. They made me cut almost the whole day. Oh almost forgot, who remembers me spearing Muffin across the hallway? Ha ha, that shit was insane.


I never knew I would say this but those four years of my life were well spent. When I was still in Dewey I just wanted to get the fuck out of it as soon as possible. Now that I am in college, I want to go back to high school again... You don't know what you got until it's gone, I guess this true for most of us. Even though that school did not offer much of an education, but the bonds that i made were forever lasting. Friends are for life. They always gonna be my niggas no matter what. We always gonna ride.


Don't we all wish we could turn back the hands of time? Go back to the point that you have done a great wrong and try to prevent it from happening? That's how life is, things happen for a reason. If you didn't do what you did back then, then you wouldn't be the same "you" today.


Time

Time goes by in a blink of an eye
I gotta kiss my past good bye
There were moments where I wish I could turn back the hands of time
Redo the things i have done so I could be redefined
But reality sets in, so I gotta stay keen
Streets of hardknocks and common sense is where i been
When I look back in my life I figured out many things
Learned from the experiences that i have gained
Vow to never make the same mistakes
Taking things in my own pace
Success is just a breath away
Dedication and determination is all it takes
We in a war against time
Take your chances lets see u shine
-JCL

Here's a song for this post, one of my favorites off T.I.'s Paper Trail album:
T.I. ft. John Legend - Slideshow

Chapter 2: Everyday I'm Hustlin'

I was already in Jr. High in a blink of an eye. Time go by so fast. Without me knowing it, I m already at the age where money played a bigger part of my life. I mean money always did play a part in my life, but back then it was just used to buy snacks. Now I m at an age where fashion counts more. Since that was not possible because of the kind of family I m growing up from, i had to find another way to make it happen. I did not get allowance until my sophomore year in high school so that was out of the question. I had to find a way to make money...fast... So i met my homeboy Gen at that time, together we going to do it big.


That idea came at me when I was in 6 grade. Yu-Gi-Oh was the shit at that time so i took advantage of it. If i remember right I did not spend more then $30 in this card game. My first deck was given to me by this kid name David. He was a very friendly guy, no homo. So with that shitty deck, my friend and I started hustling our ways up. Our brain was made for this kind of shit. I see a lot of little kids that got too much money in their hand so I decided to help them spend some of that money. Every hustler have a designated location to hustle people, and mine was the Brooklyn Public Library. That place was the shit for the kids and teenagers, you can use computer for free and it can be a chill spot.


So this was our plan, we will lose to them on purpose at first then trick them into playing us for keeps. This trap is so simple but yet worked flawlessly. It wasn't just the kids that we were hustling, there were people my age too. No lie, i was proud of myself because if I didn't have the skills to back up my hustle i wouldn't have succeeded. From a deck of 40 cards where 38 of them were regular common cards to a deck of 40 cards which 37 of them became holograms. I was known as the Yu-Gi-Oh master in the library and these kids always come to me for advice. So now I got all these rare cards and it's time to make that paper.


Gen and I started selling these rare cards. It's easy 20 bucks a piece. Some rarer cards such as faggot Jinzo or the gay ass bird Yada can go as high as 30 bucks a piece. My hustling future looked bright ahead. I was doing this until my junior year of high school. Now thinking back, it was such a carefree life... only if I could turn back the hands of time...


So today is 2/02/2010 which is exactly my 11th year in NYC. Happy anniversary to me.
Starting with this blog on I will post a song that describes how I m feeling at that moment, and the winner for this chapter is none other then...EVERYDAY IM HUSTLIN BY OFFICER RICKY

EDIT>>> Maybe I'll drop a freestyle once in a while...

Rick Ross ft. Jay-Z & Young Jeezy - Everyday I'm Hustlin'

Chapter 1: Whole new life

Alright, so while reading Thomas' blogs I thought it was pretty interesting so I decided that I want to write bout shit that happened/happen/will happen in my life too. So here we go.

February 2, 1999 was the day that changed my life completely. I was 9 years old when i came here. I arrived at NYC at around 7PM. My grandparents picked my dad, sisters, and me up from the airport. My heart was full of excitement and fear at the same time. Excited about the new life that i will lead and fear about the new people that i will meet. As i was looking out the taxi window, i was amazed by the skyscrapers as any new immigrants would. Everything was brand new. Here comes my new life...

Starting a complete new life aint easy. Especially when I don't know anything about this culture and language. When i attended PS 163 i went straight to the 4th grade. I did not have any friends and i did not speak one word of English at that moment. I had to start from scratch. My neighbor introduced me to this girl name Helen, she was Chinese and was in my class. I guess she was a blessing to me since she was my first friend and she was also a translator. I had to take ESL class and harder than all other kids. Making new friends were hard because of the language barrier as well. As time passed i got used to this new lifestyle and things started to get a little bit easier.