Am I still in my dream?

Ah I'm experienced my second semester, I'm swell good with art and have six professors for my four classes. Very productivity! At the most of time I would lost with track of time. It's pretty bizarre for me being in graduate school as if I'm living in the clouds. Which it's good for me to grab this only one chance in my lifetime!

On an Indian summer day, I walked in Highline Park, smelling the pleasant aroma of plants and feeling very frustrated with this world.

The reason I felt frustrated was that I had an encounter with a handsome stranger; we bumped each other passing on the street. I remember that moment very well; I was on the corner of the intersection. And the handsome man stood on other side of the street. Our eyes met and I smiled at him because I thought he was so handsome. He smiled back. The walk signal blinked. As we walked toward each other, my smile became bigger. I waved and he said something. I turned toward to him and asked what he said. I could not understand his lip movements. But his lips! They were lustrous and ripe! I asked him to say it again. He became puzzled said something again that I didn’t understand.

Oh damn! I raised my hand to tell him to pause and told him that I am deaf. He apologized and started to walk away. I shouted, “Wait!” Then I wondered if I’d shouted too loud, like a caveman! At the same time I fumbled inside my tote bag for a notepad and pen. I scribbled a sentence.

future

NYC is my new playground

shine my ass for art school

play with my art 

burst myself to a person

to show my true side

it is my goddamn turn

That's what I'm doing so far!

PART FOUR

   11:06am, I sat on the beige couch I bought it from whore'slist.com.  I lost in a wonder about what I would do for next few days. I looked up on the wall and saw my bulletin board I made as if it was my inspiration board.  I saw a word on it said, "NYC".  I went online and bought a train ticket to NYC, so called bullet train.  I printed it out, and realized that my train would leave in a hour, 12:30pm.  Oh FOOK! I grabbed my survival fashion kit under my bed.  Since I didn't have a time to pack and thank goodness that I have a back-up plan that I packed a bag which it was my survival fashion kit. It was for in the case which I already did it.  I ran out of my apartment to grab the bus.
    The golden rule: NEVER NEVER chase the bus. Because the bus driver always fook you, and enjoyed look at the rear mirror to see people like me ran toward the bus to get their attention.  Oh Gawd, looked at myself, I am wearing super-short short with butterflies print tank top.  I visualized myself ran toward the bus, my legs jiggled with the flab of fat. It flabbed like bat wings! Of course I missed the bus.
     11:33am, What am I supposed to do?! I looked at the specific street that lead to the train station, it was about 9 blocks away from my apartment.I eye rolled myself and walked toward it.  By the time I got in the station, and noticed the crowd looked at me in a horror.  What the heck? I had go to bathroom to release myself and saw myself in the mirror.  WTF!  My armpits filled with foam! I mean it looked like this:

OMG OMG!  No wonders since I arrived from station, I smirked at studs and they concealed themselves like I am committed something bad like a badge of shame.

       12:15am, I am foam-free and hopped on so called bullet train, looked for a seat. I found a good spot to sit. I could not believed my own eye when I saw the most alluring juicy calves few seats away from me.  I mesmerized and I pulled out a journal and drew of it.  I felt the eyes on me, I looked up from juicy calves to the man's face.  He laid eyes on me!

Mein Kunst

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I will officially resign my job on June 8th. A new adventure is waiting to slap my face

Part Three

    I popped another cigarette, and ran toward to neck of the wood.  I got myself into a thought: saw myself walked out of the campus, a limo approached me, and the door opened.  I looked at a stranger with familiar face sat on the passenger seat commanded me to hop into it.  I went along with a stranger, he jacked thousand dollar bills in the front of me and threw it at me.  I glee with a joy. He said, "take your clothes off!"
    11:59pm, I came back on the earth and went str8 to the same old boring cycle: show up at the team meeting, waited for a  tardy captain. He have not shaved his beard for weeks.  he looked ghastly and remind me a lot like a monkey with a strange nose:

Proboscis monkey

    He wanted to share an agenda with us. They were my co-workers and got annoyed with him.  I would lost myself for not pay attention to his agenda, only analyzed his bloated gut. I mean it was so huge as it would pop if you stick it with a needle. *shuddering* I wondered what's a storage in his gut.  It seemed that it got bigger every week to the point where i would asking him if he was pregnant.  

    The meeting adjourned, I chatted with my co-workers about the bloated gut. I went to the retro building with a lot of stripes.  I saw the many streets went different directions and thought I should change my route to get out of neck of the wood. But I did not, and went into the building. *face palm*

 

   Oh Gawd!  I'm relieved that I saw the Balenciaga collection of Fall 2012. It looked acceptable! Cuz, for the last few collections were pretty off. I found out few weeks ago, Nicolas Ghesquière lost his best assistant Alistair Carr.  I googled him up and understood why Balenciaga was off the direction for last few collection without him. 
   Oh poor Nicolas!  He had to do it by himself.  I wished I can be there to rescue him to get Balenciaga back on the asphalt. And now, Fall 2012 collection was getting better.
    Balenciaga is one of my biggest inspiration.

     11:25 pm:  I dressed myself in the dark, and did not care what I looked like. Because at work, nobody pay attention. Except I wore $350 dollars jeans. I would be scolded from my so called leader that I am not supposed to wear jeans to work.  For the mother of god, I work during graveyard shift and sit under the desk. Who would noticed me wore the jeans? *shudder*

       I got my snacks: lot of nuts and oranges.  I ran out of my apartment to the bus stop.  I lit up a cigarette and waited for the bahn to arrive.  I got bit restless, time ticked closer to my work shift.  Alas the bus was here! I hopped and plopped on the dirt seat. 

       All the sudden, I saw a vagabond lady sat across from me.  She screamed.  Everybody looked at her puzzled.  She flashed her boobies to us.  It was ghastly view.  Her boobies were consequently out of proportion, and it literally went south, I mean SOUTH POLE! Her tits pierced my eyes. I had to shut my eyes so hard and tried to forget everything as if I want to format my memory from what I saw.  *CTRL+ALT+DELETE*  The bus screeched and kicked her out.  Oh dear!  Goddamn driver, would you hurry up!  I pulled the bell cord stop where I worked.  I checked my phone and clicked: 11:50pm.  FOOK! Run Mava Run!

Sneak preview of new series "Tribal dolls"

Oh 

ummm!  I think i can whip up a coat looked like this.  But too much labor eh! 

Oh, Meadham Kirchhoff!

Pardon moi for the mess on my sewing table. since it wound up with many stuff going on. So, I created a new series of Mava dolls; the embodiment of tribes. They lived in forest, desert, and the natural world. 

I always been drew irresistibly the attention of tribes. Their attire and lifestyles made it looked pretty simple. While we the "civilized" people shot our feet for everything that we controlled by money.

I made the cute customized doll for a client of mine.  That character's name was Gamzee.  I never heard of it until I googled it.  Cute looking character.  So, i whipped it up a doll!  I really wanted to keep it. Unfortunately I sold it to my client. *sob*  It gave me some ideas for my future Mava doll. 

the alarm light blinked at 11:00pm, I groanly woke up and stared at 11:00pm alarm and it shook my bed violently. Of course I snoozed it. What the fuck I woke up at unholy hour of 11:00pm.  Can someone take me away? Is there somewhere waiting for me? 
    Anyway, I had an obligation to do the chase and scold at those crybabies business. I never bothered to turn light on every time i took shower.  Being in the darkness felt my peace.  I hopped in the shower. the water was so hot! I love how it stung my skin and lathered the honey  scent soap. the aroma was so wunderbar. I inhaled the honey scent and closed my eyes. 
    I walked down on a small street, the buildings squeezed together and saw many window displays show lot of balenciaga bags. I leaned on every windows and drooled at those bags. the fog smeared on the windows when i breathed. Those bags looked brilliant and it did a wonder on me.  The honey scent faded on me.
    I got out of shower and groaned at myself.

Best Collection of Fall 2012 gone to Walter Van Beirendonck!

Oh dear! I am exhausted from applied the graduate schools. It really jacked me up big time. my brain is fried and aimless.  Should I make a bold move? QUIT MY JOB?

Ah, I did the new series of painting, it started with this portrait and i accidentally added an applique on the mouth . I thought it was a marvelous idea.  It looked so gobsmacked! There was a metaphor. LIPREADING AND RORSCHACH