Finished.

So, this was the last day of 2009, and so I’m finished with this 365 Days Project.

2009 was a great year for me, and I spent the day just remembering every moment from it.

I couldn’t sleep, to be honest, just thinking about the end of a year that I’ve completely documented, and the turn of a decade, and the end of a blog.

I began wondering, where the hell am I gonna ramble late at night now.

So, I’m going to have a private blog. Emphasis on private as in, no one is seeing this shit.

So I woke up at like, 11 some shit like I usually did, and was chilling around until 2:30, you know, like I always do.

Head out to Omar’s house and meet up with some folks and eat at East Ocean Buffet.
“CHICKEN NUGGETS?”
“AH, THE UTES!”
“You better not be sleeping… or I’ll snuff you out.”

And then we had mad ice cream and wasted food. Typical Buffet etiquette.

Rolled back to Omar’s house, and chilled around for mad long until like, 8ish.
“ALLLLFETTTTTTTTTT, IS ALFET PERFORMING TONITEEEEE?”

And then I get to the restaurant where we’re doing the show.
Third time I’ve been on TV this year. Get money. Reptar style.

New Year’s Eve Show from Alfred Ng on Vimeo.

Anyways. We wait like an hour or so, I drink mad Red Bull, and I’m hype as fuck for the performance. And I run shit.

Then I’m out, back to Omar’s. And I’m still mad fucking hyper from the Red Bull.

And the end of this year wasn’t so special.
No one really cared.
No one here at least.

All I know is, this blog is finished, and I’m done.

Peace and love 2009.

Today was meh-ish.

Woke up tired collected some money went to the back got some food went home, ate, napped, woke up, and breaked.
Almost like a regular saturday.

Went to Ft. Hamilton Parkway for rehearsal. Gave Andy Mai his SD card back. Huh. Anyways.

Rehearsal at the restaurant.

“WE DO SHOW IN… JABBAWOCKEE MASK…”
“LIPSCHITZ….”

I drank Coca Cola and I’m really hyper.
“GUYS… IM HAVING A SEIZURE”

Mad munchmills.

Meh.

Alright day.

I don’t have much to say. I just have munchmills.

HAH.

Departuring Ramble.

This may very well be the final ramble of this blog. It’s a bittersweet occasion. 2009 was good to me. Very good to me. One of the best years I’ve ever had. I can only accumulate it to luck and effort. Honestly. This was a great year.

It was a year of discovery.
I’ve discovered something to aim for in the future.
I’ve discovered that risks are a necessity if you want to be successful.
I’ve discovered new friends.
I’ve discovered how to balance life.
I’ve discovered the beauty of sleep.
I’ve discovered physical turmoil.
I’ve discovered jealousy.
I’ve discovered myself. I’ve realized I’m an angry person, and I’ve realized I’m a seething pile of hatred. And I’ve realized I’m fine with it.
I’ve discovered an unlocked potential within me.
I’ve discovered my limits that are everchanging.
I’ve discovered my own self restraint.
I’ve discovered new foods.
I’ve discovered.

The most important thing I’ve learned this year is that taking risks is something you are going to have to do if you ever want to achieve happiness.

I took a huge risk to achieve what I consider my best day of 2009.
Getting into Red Bull BC One.

Stealing a car seat.

Stealing a desk, from school.

Going all the way to New Jersey and coming home at 11 on a school day.

That doesn’t mean that things cannot be planned and turn out to be fantastic as well, however.

Kings of New York Jam.
Fireworks at Coney Island.
Lupe Fiasco Concert.

I loved those days.

I also learned of what I can really accomplish.
The Young Leaders in Journalism program was a true blessing for me. To be honest, it brought out something in me I wasn’t aware I had. I found something I would do without being forced to do it. I can haul ass, and I can accomplish something from it too.

Breaking. breaking, breaking, breaking. This has taken up such a large portion of my life. I love it. I love the connection of body to music. I love the release of soul. I love the amazing feeling you get when you accomplish something you’ve been trying to get for a while. I love the feeling of a battle. I love the connection with a whole community, even through language barriers. I love the need to get better. I love the places it’s taken me. If I couldn’t break, I wouldn’t be able to live. And this year, especially, brought me up in breaking. Eight hour practices. Sore mornings. Winning YGS with good friends. Practice and practice and practice. Battles after battles after battles. Cyphers and cyphers and cyphers. All for the spirit of hip hop. All for the release of soul. What would I do without breaking. Where would I be. A lot of people say shit is their “passion”, or whatever. Really. If you can live without it, then it’s not your passion, asshole. Bboying’s made an immense impact in my life, honestly, I had to go without a week of breaking once because of an injured arm, and I reverted to what I used to do before breaking. Sit at home and do nothing. I thank bboying. It saved my life.

I’ve found a lot of new friends this year, and gotten in better with old.

I have to thank a lot of my growth to Wilson however. Being that he was a mentor of mine from the beginning of this year, he was really the one that brought me up. I asked him recently why he decided to teach me even though I was such an asshole at the time. I wish I had a story like, “YOU WERE THE ONLY GOOD ONE I SAW” or some bullshit like that, but, it’s really not. It’s more like, “I was told I HAD to teach, and I just taught anyone I saw with potential.” Good enough, I guess. I know I’ve changed since then, however. “Not only were you a dick then, you also refused to learn.” I’m like Charmeleon.
From there it branched. I was introduced and later on inducted into Failures Crew. Meeting fellows from college, out of state, kids that looked like they were in college but in high school, I was taken out to jams and saw how far away the real bboying scene in NYC was. 2009’s changed me. It wasn’t really until Wilson decided to teach both me and Graham that I started talking to him either. I remember I disliked this kid when I first met him. Then again, I disliked everybody. I had a slight respect for him though, after all he was the only kid that wasn’t too pussy to battle me, and I gave him props for that. In my head though I wasn’t willing to say anything to him. Andy and I were never really that good of friends back in Dyker, to be honest. At least, not as good of friends as we are now. It was mostly like, he saw me once in a while and we’d talk about old times, and just say how we are now. You know. Fake friends like that, or whatever. I don’t know what his opinion of me was then, but, I doubt it’s the same now. I rediscovered Andy this year, when I invited him to Tech practice, and once again, Wilson was the connecting thread for us, when he decided to also teach Andy. From there on out, I’ve done so many things with these two that it’s amazing what we’ve been able to do. I’m not gonna say gay shit like, “They’re my best friends” or “they’re my brothers” or whatever, cause, like I said, that’s fucking gay, but, I’ll be thinking of it. I’m not willing to say anything. At the very least, I can call them my crew mates. And hell, we’ve walked through Hell and back with eachother. And stole a chair from there while we were at it.

I’ve also rediscovered old friends through Men at Wok. You know you enjoy something when you look forward to it the entire day, especially when it’s a restaurant and you’re not even hungry. Although I have to say, the food IS great. And cheap. It might be the atmosphere of the place, I don’t know. Would we still have the same hysterical experiences if we ate somewhere else? Maybe. But Men at Wok is a haven for us. There are so many laughter filled days that are in Men at Wok, it’s incomparable. I’m glad I’ve found Men at Wok with you guys. Once again, no stupid ass phrase shit, but know that I’ll be thinking of it.

I’ve also discovered Park Slope this year. The place is great, the people are great. It’s nice to take a break from friends every once in a while. I guess you can say the Donut Shoppe is my Men at Wok. But with white people. Except I’ll never do marijuana so it’s cool.
OH! I discovered alcohol this year too! It’s over rated. Not doing it again.

And if I have a Men at Wok for my good friends and I have Park Slope for White Friends, there must be Colombus Park for breaker friends. We survive on Grass Jelly Drinks, the Tasty Dumplings across the street, and Mama Cafe. Lots of memories here. I’m happy I discovered this place as well. It’s where I got my first flips. Thank you 2009.

I’ll probably post up some more shit later.

March Through Freedom Tunnel.

Well today was adventurous.

I woke up at 10, and got out of my bed and just like, sat around. Whatever I don’t remember. I just remember before leaving my house I put Pokemon Yellow on my phone, and I left at 12:15.

I ended up in Chinatown around 1:12…ish? And I was playing Pokemon Yellow the whole train ride. I missed this game.

Met up with Andy Mai, Graham and XVJ at Dunkin Donuts across the street from Colombus Park. Then we saw Shabadoo going in and out of the bathroom at Colombus. And kicking. Great.

Roll out to Canal Street and take the N to Times Square, then transfer to the 1 until 125th street.

“I KNEW YOU WERE GONNA DO THAT…”
Andy got cocked while sleeping.

Stop by McDonalds to warm up cause it’s fucking COLD.
“THINK WARM THOUGHTS GUYS…”
“ICE! ICE!”
Then we do some research on my phone to check where it is again.
Find the spot we saw in the picture but we’re still confused as fuck.

Then we run towards the pier. Why, I don’t know. But it was FUCKING COLD.
And run back to square 1. Then we run UP a hill for some reason. Once we have the high ground and we can see the tunnel, we run back down the hill, and get through the fence. Now we were on gravel… and by a train track.

Walking towards the tunnel felt unrealistic. “GET OFF THE FUCKING TRACK”

Mad fucking, shoes and trash around. God damn. Especially the shoes.

We entered the dark ass tunnel, and it was fucking creeps. Can’t see shit, except for a few random specs of sunlight. God damn. And hearing about hoboes living in the tunnel didn’t help either.

“FUCK… ZOMBIES”

I tried a webster on the rocks. And I landed with my hands on the floor, one of which was pressed firmly. Fuck. I had a cut on my right palm from the rocks. Whatever. I used some hand sanitizer, and we was out.

Continued walking down the tunnel, constantly watching out for puddles, and paranoid of trains.

It was fucking dark. I stepped in a legit puddle, fucking ridiculous, but it dried up mad quick.

Then ACTUAL trains came and it was fucking crazy. XVJ’s a great train spotter. Imagine being on a train and seeing 4 dumbass kids just sitting to the side of the tracks. That’s some shit.

We gave ourselves until 4:15 until we had to start going back, we were gunning for the Freedom Mural but couldn’t make it before 4:15, and sundown was around 4:30 ish, and I was NOT gonna be in this tunnel without any sunlight.The way back was a race towards time. I could see sunlight dimmering. Eventually we saw the light at the end of the tunnel (ha, ha.) and we were out. And free.

Went back to Chinatown, ate at Shanghai, and took the D train home.
I missed my stop cause I was too busy playing pokemon. No lie. Walked the rest of the way home.

STILL FUCKING FREEZING.

For anyone that wants to see all the pictures, link to the album here.

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2051499&l=4a5df97a8d&id=1228118420

Stay Frosty.

I am fucking up in so many ways today.
I woke up, with my body still sore from practice yesterday. Fuck.
I couldn’t even practice today.

So I’m not staying home, and I roll out of my house, walking to DYKA park.
mad cold.
Mad basketball. Mad gatorade.

I would’ve FUCKED THOSE KIDS UP… I’M SERIOUS SON… THAT KID LOOKED LIKE A FUCKING PUNK IN THE GREEN HOODIE, I WAS GONNA WRECK HIS SHIT, WITH HIS DUMBASS GLASSES.

Anyways, we start making fun of the Busta Rhymes freestyle mad hardbody…. and shit.

it’s cool.

Afterwards we walk back to our hood and shit, waiting for Greg to get his fucking coat. Fucker. Then we go to Omar’s and wait for this nigga to get his coat.
Then we go to my house and… guess what… wait for me to get my coat. Then we go to Samir’s house. And wait for him to get his coat. Well basically, all of us were fucking cold and idiots and didn’t bring a coat.

So then we go to Caesar’s Bay’s Wendy’s (well, except Andy, this nigga runs to Modells to buy pants, just like that)

Mad funny people walking through the door.
“I AINT PAYING FOR THIS SHIT” <- Second Place
Illest Blood ever. <- First place.

Roll over to Best Buy after.
“WHO WANTS TO RACE TO THE TOP OF THE HILL” Samir gets fucking owned.

DJ Hero @ Best Buy.
ROGUE WARRIOR IS THE BEST
This kid SUCKS AT WII RESORTS
“yo is that his dad right next to him?”

More Frosties. And then we LAWN MOWERED SAMIR’S FACE.
“uh… hallo… hallo”

I get home and nap for like 3 hours. And wake up. And I’m distressed.
K.

People are stupid. WE STAY FROSTY

Be careful what you wish for Alfred.

3am ramblings.

I think the reason why I hate so many people or why I’m so angry at people a lot of the times is,

I feel like I’m better than them in some way. If I saw someone else writing the exact same shit I’ve written, without realizing it, I’ll read it and say, “What is this pile of pretentious bullshit, who are you trying to fool with your philosophy garbage. You’re not Confucius or anything, you don’t need to type out a fucking essay on Tumblr to try and trick the world that you’re smart.” That’s what I’d think about myself if I ever saw my own Tumblr.

Oh don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate… myself, per se, but if I ever saw someone who was exactly like me in every way, I’d hate him/her. (i’d love myself as a girl.) Because I hate everybody.

Huh.

I got a glimpse of what, real full time bboys go through today, and I want to say that I loved every minute of it, but here I am right now, with my body completely aching and in pain.

So I woke up at 10:30 cause I had to be there at 12, so I needed a little extra time to prepare. Then I find out it’s at 12:30. Fuck. 30 minutes extra sleep gone. >:\

Anyways so I go, get there on time. Andy’s there.
WHERE THE FUCK IS GRAHAM HOLY SHIT JESUS CHRIST THIS NIGGA NEVER PICKS UP HIS PHONE. THAT’S TWICE NOW ASSCUNT.

Anyways he takes FOREVER to get there.
“You guys probably were waiting like 2 minutes.”
“NO!”
“Fine… 3.”

Asian driver: WEA

Anyways so at the spot:
Fucking Andy, lmao.
There were no speakers.
We went and got ‘em.
Some bitches were using them.
“So… we brought OUR speakers… and now THEY’RE using them?”
whatevah
I hit the beats to their songs better than they do.

So I got a glimpse of what a full time bboy was being like.
I say a GLIMPSE because we didn’t really stick to the agenda and were fucking around alot.

We played bowling with water bottles. We had empty water bottle fights. We filled the empty water bottles with tap water and put it back into the packaging. We poured water on the toilet paper. We threw a condom into the toilet.

I pulled this prank on Andy where I changed my contact to his girlfriend’s name, and I changed his girlfriend’s contact to my name. Then I texted him, “Hey, is Alfred there, I wanna talk to him.” Except it shows up as “TheGirlfriend” on his phone. Hahaha.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HER?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” (See what I mean, I usually never mean this.)
“Lina just texted me asking to speak to you!”

But we also practiced. I’ve got blisters on my feet, calluses on my hands, bruises on my shoulders, and I’m sore everywhere.

The full time bboy’s woes. I’m still in pain. God dammit. If I were to become full time, this is gonna be hard.

After practice I went to Omar’s crib and chilled.
“OMAR YOU GOT MILK ON YOUR BED… I DON’T KNOW HOW IT HAPPENED…”
“YEAH SON… GET THAT MILK”
“my brother… he punched the account… and it was unlocked… AHAH… then i scammmed them”

DINNER:
So tired. I just ate and slept.
Then my mom was lecturing me.
And I told her to fight me.

:>

Kwanzaa.

AFTER THOUGHTS.

I laid down for a bit today and I think I’ve finally realized that, you and I are two different people.

For a while I’ve been trying to convince myself against that, I had every glimmer of hope in me. I wanted to believe that you were my other half, and I pursued every chance in the world. They just never replied.

And day by day I began to lose more and more hope.

My assumed other half was beginning to show itself, another person.

You and I are too different people.

So let’s see what happened today.
I woke up from my doorbell ringing.

I went to go check and it was a pizza guy.
Someone ordered pizza to my house. Fantastic.
I had to tell him I didn’t order anything, and he left in the rain.

I hate waking up against my will.
Whatever.

Same old schedule.
I break for a good hour and then I just chill around, and then I tell Samir to come to my house so we can get to Willis’s.

This nigga takes FOREVER to get here, but whatever.

We walk in the rain and it’s mad windy to Willis’s crib, and we get there at 5 and leave at like… 10. Huh.

Played mad Tekken 6, BlazBlue and Street Fighter IV. Then I napped for mad long.
His bed is extremely uncomfortable but I like it, Iunno.

Like it’s not even soft… it’s like a wooden plank. Hahah.

I don’t know why I’m still extremely tired during the day and need naps. I’m getting 10 hours of sleep a day. <3

Gotta get up at 9 for practice at 12 tomorrow.