tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13464894214177639882024-03-08T10:55:02.817-08:00A Contradiction in ItselfHunter Santiagohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167598366032437167noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346489421417763988.post-54196601894426755592010-05-29T19:23:00.000-07:002010-05-29T19:26:18.062-07:00RENT(Movie Version)<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">BEFORE</span><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Whenever I was in Mrs. Walden's Middle School math class, she constantly talked about the musical RENT. Little did I know one of my favorite songs of all time would come from this musical: Seasons of Love. And Now, for the first time ever, I will watch this movie. I will update this post in the middle and at the end of the movie to discuss my opinions. Wish me luck!!!!</div><div><br /></div></div>Hunter Santiagohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167598366032437167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346489421417763988.post-92017700297524644242010-05-24T20:03:00.000-07:002010-05-24T20:11:42.322-07:00Dictionary adjustments???<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Mr. Merriam-Webster, If that's even your real name. Please change your definition of kiddo to "GIANT GROWN UP".</span><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Thanks,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Kiddo</span></div>Hunter Santiagohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167598366032437167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346489421417763988.post-6742560700775027012010-05-24T19:23:00.001-07:002010-05-24T19:25:35.711-07:00Scrub-A-Dub-Dub: Abuse in the Tub<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, Times, serif;font-size:15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">The time she fear the most is here<br />Her uncle comes hand on beer<br />The door opens with a squeak<br />All of a sudden she feels weak<br /><br />His smile is big His eyes are grim<br />She is way too scared of him<br />Her grabs her arm and drags her close<br />“Ready for fun?” He wickedly boasts<br /><br />Her mom and dad are on a date<br />It ended early they’re at the gate<br />He shuts the bathroom door behind them<br />She’s in tears it’s time to please him<br /><br />Mom and Dad are at the door<br />The keys are somewhere in mom’s purse<br />Now he’s got her on the floor<br />Pleasurably saying every curse<br /><br />The floor is soaking from her eyes<br />It hurts so bad like the family ties<br />Up the steps her parents go<br />Side by Side hands in tow<br /><br />He’s punching her he likes the feel<br />It’s been so long It feels so real<br />Her dad walks in to his horror<br />Her mom looking in the mirror<br /><br />Her Daddy pulls his gun from its place<br />And thrusts it painfully in his face<br />He pulls the trigger one good time<br />Her uncle drops like a dime<br /><br />Her Mom is mad and sad and crying<br />Her Dad is overwhelmed his brain is frying<br />She never saw her uncle again<br />Till this day she still wears a grin </span></span>Hunter Santiagohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167598366032437167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346489421417763988.post-3475691942855286582010-05-24T19:20:00.000-07:002010-05-24T19:25:57.972-07:00The Mask<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, Times, serif;font-size:15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Her mask is black<br />Her mask is blue<br />Her mask hides the secrets she keeps from you<br />If you ask why, she won’t explain<br />For so long she’s hid the pain<br />She’s got it all it’s in her blink<br />The looks the money so in sync<br /><br />Her mask is black<br />Her mask is blue<br />All this time her pain has grew<br />Secretly she bleeds to stop the tears<br />She’s covered it up for so many years<br />Its been a while since the blood has flown<br />Her years of abuse are to others unknown<br /><br />Her mask is black<br />Her mask is blue<br />At the office the others ask<br />Why it is she wears a mask<br />She knows she was wrong when she said ‘I do’<br />Now her body is all black and blue<br />Just like her mask that she still wears<br />Her body is being filled with tears<br />But each day, slowly, it wears off<br />She’s so weak all she does is cough<br /><br />Her mask is black<br />Her mask is blue<br />The pain is evident they hope she’s through<br />She knows she loves him or so she says<br />Her name is Mrs. Kami Cortez<br />Tonight he’s mad she knows at her<br />She’s finally seeing through the blur<br /><br />Her mask is black<br />Her mask is blue<br />She cries at night if they only knew<br />She covers it up with a lie<br />If she doesn’t get out she will surely die<br />So she packs quietly in the night<br />She can’t go far ‘cause money is tight<br /><br />Her mask is black<br />Her mask is blue<br />He’s passed out---it’s surely her que<br />When he wakes, she’s full of fright<br />He hits her once with all his might<br />One blow it took for heavens sake<br />They all cry at her wake<br />They know he killed her but have no proof<br />Forever now, he will run aloof</span></span>Hunter Santiagohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167598366032437167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1346489421417763988.post-68713165142121056872010-05-23T20:57:00.000-07:002010-05-24T19:26:11.595-07:00My First Blog<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Hi there. My name is Hunter Ashton Santiago. I live in TN and I am 15. I have finally opened a blog as you can tell. I enjoy writing, listening to music, reading, television, etc. Anything visual apparently. Thanks.</span>Hunter Santiagohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09167598366032437167noreply@blogger.com0