Author: Guilliean

Filipina adjacent. (Bad) Feminist. INTJ-T. Mélomaniac. Pokémon Trainer. Reflector. Slytherin. Tsundoku. Water pig. Virgo sun, Aquarius moon, Libra rising. She/her.
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The Seduction of Francesca Miller

I won third place at the 2002 Modesto Junior College “Celebration of the Humanities” contest with this story.

I think love is real and true when all those cheesy love songs on adult contemporary radio begin to make sense. My name is Francesca Miller. I am the product of an American fighting man and an attractive Italian-American. I’m twenty-four years old. I want to tell you a story about the One.

I first remembered Giovanni Paretti when his little brother Joey and my little brother Anthony met in choir class. The drama teacher at school had decided to do the musical, Picnic. That’s where their friendship grew and I got to know of Joey. Then I put two and two together. I realized that he was related to Giovanni and that Giovanni had been a teacher’s assistant in my sophomore English class. He was a senior at the time.

I did that whole turbulent “I’m stupid, fat, and ugly” teenage crisis during my freshman year. It didn’t take me too long to get over myself and grow up. During my second year in high school, I felt remotely self-assured and confident enough to stand on my own two feet, doing whatever puts a smile on my pretty face. Lucky (as people at school nicknamed him) never really stood out to me; he blended in with the woodwork. I mean that in the nicest way possible, of course. He was attractive, but not something I’d typically pursue. He was one of those clean-cut, friendly, easygoing, helpers of old ladies to cross crowded streets, and feed the homeless type of guy. I’m usually infatuated with a more streetwise kind of guy if you know what I mean.

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Top 10 Albums That Inspired Me

This was a meme a while back. These are the albums that had an impact on and/or influenced me over the years. I kind of wanted to build on why I chose them as the original meme didn't allow you to explain yourself. Unforgettable with Love (paid link) I've written…

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Distortion

Where are you from, a person is often asked.Where indeed? I have no answer. My eyes are slanted, but I'm not Oriental.I'm not a rug, don't tread on me.My jeans are Levi's, but I'm not a stadium.Don't play games with me.My feet are blistered, but I don't wear high heels.I…

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Cover Me!

My favorite covers of songs made popular by other artists. "After the Love Has Gone (paid link)" - Jay R"Ain't No Mountain High Enough (paid link)" - Dionne Bromfield featuring Zalon"Ain't No Stoppin' Us Now (paid link)" - Spice Girls featuring Luther Vandross"American Woman (paid link)" - Lenny Kravitz"Baby I'm…

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Build God, Then We’ll Talk

She looked at him pointedly. Amidst the fervor of the green room of the Empire Ballroom, he got the hint. Only a few people knew of their love affair – and if the rest of them knew, they played dumb. They left in their respective tour buses for the budget…

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Page 337

In response to Lâm Thị Mỹ Dạ's Bomb Crater Sky. Dad served two tours in the war,a media circus of Ohio hippies andescapes from Saigon via helicopterLit by the fireworks on the nightly news,gilded in the blood of the conscripts,photographed by Leica. Building roads as a Seabee,cleaning the mud caked…

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Artwork from the Song Diaries era

The Song Diaries by Sophie Ellis-Bextor

Of all the pop girls that I've listened to from the U.K., she has consistently put out high-quality music since she went solo from her band, theaudience, in 2001. Hit after hit. My favorite song of hers is If You Go from the "Trip the Light Fantastic" album. It's sonic…

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Boys in the Band

I didn’t even like the band, but my friends were dragging me along. Who am I to turn down a free show? The band’s name was Love Split Mystery. They were part of the post-punk revival, you might even call them emo with their shitty lyrics and bass lines that sounded exactly the same. It was payday, and my best friend Natalie called me before I left work. I had bills out my ass, and this paycheck was going to keep them at bay for a little bit longer.

“Ingrid, guess what?” Natalie said cheerfully over the phone.

“Wha?” I replied, trying to balance holding my lunchbox and purse, whilst unearthing my iPod and keys from my purse.

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Human Racing

Surviving is a verbLiving is tooBreathing, smelling, touchingWords that imply movementI've not stopped movingSince yesterdayWhenever that was. Wish I could stop timeThe rat raceAgingDeathSexTaxes Memento mori, Latin'Remember you will die'Keep that hubris in checkWe're all born to dieA monied deathIf you didn't buy it,you're the product. Can't stop, won't stopWe…

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cover of the age of innocence by edith wharton

The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton

The novel was published in 1920 about 1870s New York society. It's fascinating how one look, one casual phrase could destroy a person's entire reputation. I think that's still true, but for the most part, we can start over somewhere else and bounce back. If someone is ruined (the Beauforts,…

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