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the prissy little missy
c'est moi

Justine Marie Santangelo
September 5th, 1990
Spanish/Filipina/Portugese
Artist/musician/student
UNLV (Entertainment Engineering)
reecesaint@yahoo.com

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Sunday, February 24, 2008
7:26 PM
Hanging Loose

I am supposed to be working on my Physics Thought Paper and yet here I am, blogging about mindless things, exploiting my personal and intimate thoughts.

Ever since I've had my debate for my English class, I began to slack off. It was like a hug weight was lifted off of me and I felt so relieved, it's as if I could just lay back and watch the last of my high school days pass by -forgetting that I actually have tons of paper work and other requirements to fulfill. I am on panic mode.

I can't help but contemplate on how crucial and critical our appearance can be. As much as we'd hate to admit it, one's look plays a humongous role on determining one's fate. Take last Friday's event, Retrospect. All of the bands that I watched (forgive me, I only watched the first 4 bands) were great (especially JZE -okay, sorry, they're my bestfriends too but come one, admit it! They're phenomenal! And not to mention nonpareil) except for one, whose name will not be mentioned. Instrumentally they were alright but they vocalist was just awful -we all wondered why they even qualified in the line-up. The songs they played were too common and they played songs that were 'modern punk' as I would call it as the definition of 'punk' nowadays has been misconstrued. If you close your eyes and listen to them play, you could actually feel blood trickle from your ears and down to the sides of your neck -that was how awful they sounded. However, if you look at them, I will confess, they are all pretty good looking -especially the lead vocalist. Yes, they are cute boys playing punk rock music that has been taken amiss. It was then that I figured why they made the line-up -because they're beautiful.

The way we look somehow determines our place in the society as well. However, no matter how beautiful our features are constructed, the way you carry yourself and your charm is what catapults your position. To get a good job, to be accepted and embraced by society, you have to maintain a neat and unrivaled mien and exemplify a pleasant aura and charm towards things. You have to always smile, be smart -if not, bluff and act smart. You cannot be someone of high positions in a company with messy hair, stinky socks and yellowing teeth. Society is obsessed with aesthetics and failure to achieve society's standards will lead to degradation and abuse.

As mush as we'd want our brains and other special skills and abilities to be the reason for our success, our appearance still plays a big part in achieving it. Appearance alone may or may not help you pull through. You can achieve with just your brains, you can achieve with just your looks, you can achieve with both -but if you have neither, then you've got nowhere to go.

Monday, February 11, 2008
10:45 PM
Strangers

I was sitting in a corner with my face buried in hands, weeping.
Then she sat next to me, placed a hand on my shoulder and held me close.
I wept even harder, and yet I felt so much better.

Together, we walked the school grounds like we're of royalty and nobility.
Together, we defied rules from science to morality.
We pulled each other up, gave each other a boost
Shared our baon and our deepest, darkest secrets.

I stood by your door, looking for you
I asked around for you; they said you just left.
I turned around and saw you -15 feet away.
I ran, caught up, and tapped your shoulder.

You turned around... No wonder I missed you.
Facing me was a face I could not recognize
I tried to find the person I once knew and always loved, but I failed.
Ahead of me stood an odd figure. distorted. unknowable.