So then we saw these crazy bitches and started following us and singing. 3 girls following 15 guys singing like crazy niggers.
At first it was kind of funny and then when they followed us to the train station, SHIT JUST GOT REALLLLL.
P.Wongs spits on a nigga and a nigga gets mad tight son and then they tell the worker at the train station “deyz spit on me son” so they hop that shit and spit on that P.Wongs nigga. Ain’t least he ain’t no Chris Brown nigga. Nigga.
Samir and Philip got kidnapped by the crazy bitches at Stillwell.
Ate MAD ice cream at the buffet.
Taking mad pictures outside and spitting at geese yo
Congratulations to Mirza on second place! All that trash talk for nothing, heh?
FUCK EVERYONE ELSE (kidding, pocketz you deserve that shit)
Started the day, wearing the honoring Work In Progress sweatshirt. Good memories. Then went to school (WITH NUNCHUKS, I’m a bad man!)
Fucked up on Chinese test but who cares. Global class comes and Iraged inside at my Global teacher. We had a test. Usually you start at the beginning of the period. This stupid bitch fucking spends like 30 minutes in the period just arranging seats and lecturing us. Whatever I’m a quick essay writer anyway so I finish that shit lickity split.
HEALTH WAS OF NO IMPORTANCE, AS WAS LUNCH AND TECHNICAL DRAWING.
Everytime I tried remembering the routine (which i did perfectly) I got this feeling of butterflies in my stomach.
Geometry class. Boring, I sleep. Then I keep waking up from twitches. I have no idea. Sometimes I remember the dream I have, like today, where I tried doing a freeze on a nerf gun for some reason and I lose balance and fall, before landing I wake up, startled. Real problem.
Chemistry class, quiz, whatever. English blah.
THEN WE GO ON TO THE TALENT SHOW. MAN WE WERE UP SIXTH! VERY nervous! Lots of speeches!
“Let’s show them our power!” Me.
“We are not excited”. Peter.
“CAKE CAKE CAKE CAKE CAKE CAKE”
Seriously, the best friends ever.
The time came, and we went up. Lupe Fiasco’s “Superstar” helped me out so much. THE LIGHTS ARE HERE
I performed SO WELL on that stage. Video will go up later. A LOT better than I’ve EVER performed.
Alot of praise from the audience. “Mike” ’s english teacher even said I was the best one, being I was very energetic! <3
Angelique, thanks for helping me calm down. You might not know it but you very much did help me calm down.
Then we waited. SO MUCH SINGING. OH LOOK AT ME I PULL OUT STRINGS FROM MY EYE, COOL GUY. (just jealous)
We didn’t win, but in the end, it was about having a GREAT time with my friends.
I had this dream where a friend of mine, Eddie Hom died, getting home from practice.
Everyone from Work In Progress was very upset, and I had this grief feeling in my chest. I woke up thinking “Oh. It was just a dream.”
Today was the last day of practice before the Talent Show. I invited Yifu, to show him my growth.
Concluding thoughts before Talent Show.
I’m a little scared.
I don’t even care if we win or not, just performing with my best friends and getting practice in. Winning is just icing on the cake. Thanks for a great time friends, and let’s do our best tomorrow. Everybody watching, thank you so much for your support. You are true friends.
“OH LOL U THINK U DO GOOD IN SCHOOL U BETTER THAN PEOPLE NOW, U THINK U BETTER THAN US NOW?”
Why, yes, I fucking do, man who’s never even gotten his fucking GED.
Fucking asshole likes to make stupid assumptions so I fucking tell him he’s making stupid assumptions. Of course the douchebag has no idea what assumption means so he gets all offended “STUPID? WHAT ARE YOU CALLING ME STUPID?”
Slept at 4:30. Woke up at 7:30. Hopefully I’ll get some sleep tonight instead of staying up all night like last vacation.
“Where are you going so early, son?”
“To rob a bank.”
“What? Banks are closed on Sundays, stupid.”
So I saw a cheap 60gb Xbox 360 on CRAIGSLIST and I think it’s well worth it so I go for it.
I get into contact with the seller, and she’s anxious as fuck to get rid of this Xbox! “u wanna meet up 2day?” Seriously, niggas be crazy. But she agreed to go to my location on my terms, so everything is good for me.
FUCKING STUPID BITCH NEVER CALLS SO I IM THAT FAGGOT A COUPLE MINUTES AFTER “hey we r meeting @ atlantic pacific what happened” So I tell her to come and THEN SHE’S FUCKING SILENT FOR LIKE 5 HOURS LIKE WHA THE FUCK I NEED A FUCKING ANSWER
Then just tells me that fucking faggot got another offer, FUCK HER that STUPID FUCKING BITCH WASTING MY FUCKING TIME, GETTING ME ALL FUCKING AMPED UP BECAUSE I WAS GOING TO HAVE A FUCKING CHEAP ASS XBOX 360
So I woke up at 4pm today (more than 12 hours of sleep!) to a phone call from Angelika.
And then suddenly I was going to Korea Town in 2 hours.
Eddie sends me the song for the talent show (it’s great) and I go out jogging. I no longer have any fat on my legs!
So then I get delicious mashed potatoes from Popeye’s after.
I get to Koreatown and meet up with everybody. Seriously guys, I’m tired of it when my enemies and I have the same friends and we have to hang out together, making it SUPER AWKWARD AND HOSTILE.
Turns out the place we intended to go to has OD people and we had to wait 2 hours for seats. (fuck that)
So we stand around for a few minutes deciding to ourselves where to go. I suggest Todai and we start walking there. On the KOREA WAY
And on the way we find an open Korean BBQ place and go there.
I freeload off everybody. Thanks for the shrimp Mamie!
I wasn’t aware that getting to the dentist’s would require this much effort.
I expected go, get there, zip zap bam, done. No, that wasn’t the fucking case.
Mother takes me to this place and isn’t aware what office it is. Then we leave cause she’s fucking stupid and thinks they moved. She calls them and we go back to the same fucking place. Seriously?
Checks me up and tells me “K NO CAVITIES SEE YOU IN SIX MONTHS”
Today is the two year mark of when I had decided to start breakdancing.
For those that do not know the story, this is how it goes.
There was a Valentine’s Day dance in the 8th Grade. Now, at this dance, was my ENEMY. He did some stupid shit and everybody thought it was cool.
This made me fucking RAGE though! I was thinking “What the FUCK is that shit, people think THIS is good!? I can do better than that!” Of course when I had said that I didn’t know a single move. So I started learning. From what? YouTube! Six Step videos then Freeze videos and then toprock videos. I got the order all wrong. When I first learned it I believed toprock was unnecessary (like some fucking idiots- WILLIAM ZENG)
This is the first picture of a freeze I ever took of myself.
Of course, I was REALLY bad with it. Like every other bboy who began however, I felt like I needed to let everybody know. So I took a picture once I finally learned how to do a freeze.
After that, it was the final dance of Junior High and I came out. “Hey, you can do the WUAAARRRM, right? HOW’S ABOUT THIS SHIT” And I did stupid six steps and stuff. I look back and I think how stupid it was. But back then, I had believed that I was a god.
Of course this dance seemed to reveal a little something to me. I had terrible stamina and no flavor. I never fixed it. I hardly practiced over the summer.
Freshman year of High School comes in, and I look to join the Breakdance Club. I go, and I see a circle of people, all doing toprock. All better than me.”This… this is my calling” I thought to myself. I went there and asked a fairly tall looking man, “Hey, how do I join Breakdance Club?” A menacing face returned at me. “Sign ups are closed, unless you want to impress me.” Now. This next moment, was one of the most glorious moments of my 2 year span so far at Brooklyn Tech. “Well? What are you still standing here for?” The crowd of freshmen behind me had dissipated. They were discouraged by his words. But I wasn’t. I did what I did at the school dance 3 months beforehand. I looked around. Faces, astounded. “This kid actually knows something?” I was admitted into the club, something no other member currently had done.
I continued to practice, learning moves such as Swipes, CCs, and 3-Steps. I say 3-Steps boldly because, that move was taught to me by a man I now consider my rival. Minje Ha. The first person in Brooklyn Tech that I had met besides my friends from Junior High. He was far out of my reach. Back then, at least.
DOING IT WRONG
By this time, I had finally learned it, my signature move. It was called, the L-Kick.
Everything was going great. Then, the hip hop dance event known as You Got Served was announced. A way I could test my strength against the whole school. Something that I could use as a proving grounds. I practiced very hard, and worried every night. I won this event, but I watch the video clip every now and then. I cringe at how bad I was.
Time began to pass by and I continued to practice. Summer came, and I dedicated an hour everyday of the summer to practicing. It proved to be very well. By the time we all came back, the gaps were very different. I rose through the ranks.
See no, hear no, speak no evil.
I took a picture to commemorate my practice during the summer. It was three new standards of freezes for me.
There was one person I continued to chase however. Peter Xu. It seemed no matter how much I achieved, he continued to go ahead of me. I will reach that man.
There was a stream of newcomers now in Breakdance Club. All fans of America’s Best Dance Crew. “OH HEY I WANT TO BE LIKE THE JABBAWOCKEEZ” or something stupid along those lines. We believed it to be better than just six people in Breakdance Club like last year. We were wrong. Out of all these pathetic, insignificant, garbage newcomers, there were three, three kids we were able to view as potential. What happened? One is going on strong still with us, one is too shy to do anything and lacks spirit, and one had his life ruined by a succubus and has no will to do anything anymore. Also I fucking hate him because he ruined my biggest endeavor. Fucking faggot.
More and more practice. The only way to reach the top.
You Got Served II had been announced, slated for May 8th. Taking home the crown two years in a row? One man, Minje Ha. The man I saw as far away from me is entered in. I’d like to show him how far I’ve come. Another man, Darren Arthur. The man I defeated last year, thirsting for vengeance. I’d like to show him our difference in power.
Everything in life is going swell for me right now. No gal trouble no home trouble no self trouble.
That’s not why I have that grin plastered on my face however. I was very nervous to battle a man who had been much better than me, something I could not attain. This would come on a large event. Very nervewracking.
He comes to breakdance club. And I have to say, this man has been surpassed.
Free tickets to a basketball game, and LOVELY PEOPLE ALL AROUND ME.
I saw a 3 legged dog today. Creeped me out.
Oh, I helped out my enemy today. I don’t know why. I knew I wanted to dislike her. She thanked me, I never replied. One time I responded by telling her “This doesn’t mean we’re friends.” Jeez I’m stupid. I like making enemies out of beautiful women.
Oh, I may be going to the fucking BRONX soon.
Minje Ha, listen to me and listen close. You’re not going to beat me.
“We are all just insignificant caterpillars, crawling to keep away from the hungry birds. Crawling to live. Until we can find a place to rest. Until then, we will always be crawling.”
How long has it been? Since we’ve last spoken? Since I’ve last glanced at you. Since you’ve last mentioned my name? Since I’ve last thought about you? It’s weird. It’s been a very long time since any of those. There’s one thing I still have with you.
After all this time, you can still make me angrier than I’ve ever been. You still possess the power to ruin my day. Why?
I don’t know. I’ve been very down on my life lately. So much I began thinking of how I’d die. Planning the inevitable, I suppose.
I began asking myself what I had to live for, seeing as how I had nothing going on for me. What was it I was living for? Was it my friends? Was it a girl? Was it for my future? I still honestly don’t have the answer to that question.
Every now and then I’d start daydreaming and it’d always end up, with me asking myself, “What do you want.” I had no answer for it. I had no goals no dreams no ambitions. Nothing to look forward for.
I started to realize that I was just living because I could. Because that was the meaning of life, to not die.
At breakdance club, with these thoughts still in my head, I tried brushing them off and started breakdancing. I fell, on my hip. My heart jump started. “What the hell was that?” Nerves surging at high speed towards my brain, then back towards my hip. Pain. I felt it. I started doing windmills. After four or five, I stopped, too tired to do anything. Reaching for every gasp of air I could. “What the hell is this?” Lactic acids seeping into my legs. My arms. Not enough oxygen going to me to keep me running properly. Fatigue. I felt it.
They reminded me that I was still alive. I honestly feel more alive when I am breakdancing than when I am doing anything else.
I still don’t know where I’m headed towards in the future. Time passes too fast, not fast enough for me to think it through.
I had little to no sleep. I just laid in bed for a couple of hours.
I did have recollections of sleep for about an hour, but then woke up, due to a nightmare involving rats exitting my mouth.
And now, I head off to school.
School wasn’t as tiring as I had assumed it to be.
Regardless, still, a horrible day. Everything was mundane until I head for my 3rd period class. Lord how I hated this class.
There stood the most beautiful looking girl in the room. And there stood me, glaring. Not staring. Why? She hated me, and I hated her. A lovely relationship.
Then came our teacher who decided “HEY GANG SINCE IT’S A NEW SEMESTER I SHOULD GIVE NEW SEATSSS!!! YEAHHHH” I wouldn’t mind this except I am now miles away from my everyday gum connection. A luxury I had grown into. Not even that was why I raged hard. Ladies and gentlemen, my new seat, in my 3rd period class (thankfully not next to the woman who hates my guts, how awkward would that have been?) but I now sit next to the most boring girl in the world, in front of the weirdest girl in the world, and next to the weird girl we have the most annoying person in our class. Ladies and gentlemen, I sit in front, of Michael, motherfucking, Whiter. Excuse me while I puncture my temper with random tidbits and absolutely retarded phrases coming from this waste of a body mass who goes by the name of Michael Whiter. Everytime the child talks I wish to fracture skulls.
We head over to my new Health class, which is placed in some sort of odd dungeon. With fucking cannons and chains. And then we have Dungeon Master Einhorn. Oh that quirky bald bastard.
Then, Delahanty, for Technical Drawing. What a weird lady. Oh, on the flip side, she does seem to believe my name is Leon.
NEW HIGH SCORE!
I go to my woodshop class after to pick up my 78 Jewelry Box. My jewelry box that I had spent the whole first semester of Wood Shop class and even some time after school doing. Oh, yeah, it broke too during Breakdance Club. Great.
Geometry class, FUCK, I HATE CIRCLES.
Oh, here comes Chemistry class. Uhm, I’m… getting better at it? Don’t fucking blame me if it’s not interesting.
English class, teacher decides to rearrange seats. I’m cool with everything, but how’s Yiannis doing over there in Lame-O City? kekeke
Breakdance Club, JESUS TAP DANCING CHRIST. I raged. I finally got some people to leave because all they did was take up space, and what do I find, but a second group of people to show up. They’re like bacteria, you can never really get rid of all of them, and since you can’t they just start to grow more and more. The usual ringleader was not here today, so instead of wasting some more time, I took it upon myself to take position of ringmaster. It was just making some monkeys and elephants dance for a show for some stupid tourists, nothing too hard, right? Little did I know that those monkeys and elephants danced for the ringmaster with perfect direction because they held respect for him, or in a way the ringmaster had held the whip. Or maybe the ringmaster was holding the peanuts, as a reward to those monkeys and elephants. I had none of those. They must’ve been wondering, “What’s a monkey doing leading us other monkeys?” or “A monkey? Leading an elephant like me? Pfft.” I had no whip. I had no peanuts. I had no respect, I had no reverence. Here I was, a monkey attempting to organize monkeys, when they were too busy smelling their own crap and flinging it at eachother. By next year I am supposed to step up to position of ringmaster. How would they see me as not just another monkey? For today, I had given up the fight, and I let those monkeys keep flinging their crap at eachother. I had tried enough.
I suppose my anger is stemming from my fear of not winning the talent show, as I promised I had. It’s very close and we have little to nothing.
“You know how far just freestyling is going to get you guys? Fucking SECOND PLACE, that’s how far it’s gotten you guys before. Should take advice from someone who’s actually won something, fucking around isn’t going to shoot you guys to the stars.”
I suppose I took it a little far. I went home. Homework. Tried sleeping a little. I remembered I still hadn’t slept. Still couldn’t. There was work to be done.
Hi, my name is Alfred.
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