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So I've been working on interior renderings on 3D Studio MAX. When I found out that barely anything had saved (aaah!) except one blurry jpeg, and no actual document, I just decided to give it a rest and look at funny things like this online>

click the image to see & read it good :]

FB chat: It's free speech right!

Sooo... our design class/major is filled with more politics and favoritism than any other major in the entire school. Maybe because there are only girls and gays, and then- like the five of us, weird art kiddos that don't fit in-but want to build stuff too! Our chair, Anita told me once "with your work you could never be an interior designer, and trust me I could be nastier!" what the hell right! I would say that 99% of our class has cried because of this system and mostly Anita. Maybe it is like the real working world, maybe it's like the real corporate insider system. I don't know, but shit still sucks. It's also crazy to see this happen to other people like Irene, Courtney, Niesha etc. Ahh what to do what to do! well, just to give you a taste- here's a little chat I had with my good friend, Irene.

Irene

there you are

you okay?

11:58amElena

yea!

11:59amIrene

i know you feel like shit. i totally understand

11:59amElena

yea

11:59amIrene

well,good think you have some optimism

i admire you for that

11:59amElena

aww thanks.

11:59amIrene

she killed me and took away my soul long time ago

i'm not doing interior design anymore

for reals

11:59amElena

ima work work and prove that bitch wrong

11:59amIrene

yea

you should

do it for me too

12:00pmElena

i will. promise :]

yo i wanna screen-shoot w/e this

it's awesome

12:01pmIrene

screen shoot wat

12:03pmElena

our chat! its so sweet, like how we are strong even though when someone can hurt us so much with words

12:03pmIrene

haha

you're strong

i'm not

it's all money and politics in the end for her

12:04pmElena

your strong & crazy because your sill going to school and doing something else. Not giving up basically

12:04pmIrene

lol

right....

lol

12:04pmElena

lol

its true

she's going to hell man. or Karma is going to get her good

but wateves :]

12:05pmIrene

yea i hope she gets cancer

so i won't have to kill her

12:05pmElena

lmao i was wishing that tooo! omg

you read my mind!

12:05pmIrene

let her own cells kill her

12:05pmElena

lmao

12:05pmIrene

slowly and painfully

and yet, no one can help her

12:06pmElena

im laughing so loud in my job right now hhahah

12:06pmIrene

then she'll know how we feel

i can write a book about her

how great of a personality she had

she helped so many innocent ppl

12:06pmElena

hahaha oh lord.she will feel it good

12:06pmIrene

yet, she got cancer and died alone in her dark room

so many ppl will have pity on her, but oh well, she's DEAD!

12:08pmElena

hahaha too bad for that hoe. God see's how much she hurts us. So many people

girls at that

12:08pmIrene

it's going to rain from 2pm

did you bring an umbrella?

12:08pmElena

did u just stop from our "cancer-hate' talk?

nope.

12:09pmIrene

honestly elena, i respect you a lot more than anita

hahaha

12:09pmElena

lolz

12:09pmIrene

i just checked the weather so

i was just telling you

but back to our cancer talk

12:09pmElena

lol

12:09pmIrene

i have absolutely no respect for her

12:11pmElena

me neither. Now i have to borrow $40G's AGAIN.

my voice through this blog.

Where have all our voices gone?
Twitter, Facebook and texts; computers and programs.
little gadgets and systems that exercise our fingers out like motherfuckers.
Have we sunken our voices into little crevices of space that we can't even touch?
Have we translated our vocal folds into data like those who have a speech disorder?
or did we chose to hide our human voice which reveal our own harmonic content.
I remember me.
I remember you.
And the songs we use to hum,
the intricate pulses of our breathe and contagious laughter.
The fuel in our voices could stop cars and break any glass.
Still your iphone could break all of that.
And now your voice fades slowly, balancing into and out of my fingers,
when i write you tweets and texts, update my status
messages and comments.
Voices no longer resonating in my mind like they once use to.
Do you remember me, my voice, while you receive the digital me?

lady

Every time I begin to play on my harmonica there is a little ladybug that comes in through my window. Maybe the ladybug is hot and just wants to hear some music. It's funny because this has happened like three times! the ladybug is there when I'm done cleaning my mind, room, ready to practice.
Patience makes perfect I say; and there is my lil' ladybug patiently listening to all my mistakes and first steps into becoming the next Junior Wells.

Destination: anywhere;

"Sir, I told the man at the railroad station"
"I want a ticket just for one"
He said "Well, if you insist
But where you wanna go, miss?"

strange&recent things in this month

sat. july 4th- I took a 13$ taxi from the city, exhausted from the entire day's events. When i swiped my card inside the taxi it was declined. OH SHIT! i only had 2$cash, so I told the driver i would borrow money from my roommate, but of course no one was even in my floor...so i never went back down to the taxi guy. oh man, i felt so bad.

sun. july 5th- The church pastor talks about how every action has a consequence.
We went to the HighLinePark for the second time, and i got a 50$ ticket because I stepped on the grass. The security fat guy said if i keep laughing so 'disrespectful' there'd be a warrant for my arrest. what!? lol but but it's a park!
-while this fight was going down Mike Myers walks right by....

was that ticket karma from july 4th ? like Common says "Karma is a bitch and i know that she bites"...

Finally, we went!

I spen this friday nigh at the Nuyorican Poets Cafe, listening to strong spoken word and at the end of the night, the 12th 'open mic' person was me!

read my poem "To Do" here

Nuyorican Poets Café is a non-profit organization in Alphabet City, Manhattan. It is a bastion of the Nuyorican art movement in New York City. Home to NYC's freshest artists, is a multi-cultural community dedicated to artistic empowerment and creative diversity.