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Wednesday, August 29, 2007'♥

- superficiality,beauty and let's pucker our lips!-

Just what is beauty?Is beauty in its most superficial form layered with the most expensive make up on your skin?

Increasingly our society develops this platonist view on beauty, where beauty has to take a certain form, and how it has clear defined criterions to what beauty encompasses . any deviation from that criterion will thus render a object as invalid and unacceptable.

Then, it also believes in the functionality as a basis in defining beauty, any entity that fails to perform its role in the society becomes irrelevant and inessential. but surely, there are beauty in all the differing shades and hues of grey of our individuality ? Is it not up to each and every one of us to be discerning enough to accept these differences and appreciate it?

we judge - to protect our beliefs and values. we judge - to affirm our social standing. we judge-to bolster our own personal insecurities. we judge - to define the acceptable norms ;to draw divides between the blacks and whites of a societal culture and its values.

we judge - because we are afraid of being wrong.


on a slightly lighter note,
a domestic mishap with the clothes rail earlier on almost rendered me a juicy meat pulp, bloodily,washed away by the rain. this misadventure left me alittle shaken and my transformers cellphone broken . :__c(

nonetheless,it amuses me how thefolks and the boy were digging at me for it (me being almost dead). it's no biggie but i think i am thankful that i am still right here and i have got them.

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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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