macci's being a humanitarian for once
cliche post:
i have decided to love myself no matter what.
well, ive already figured this out one day, when i woke up, on my first year in highschool. i can still KINDA remember how that day went. i just knew that i can be what or who i want to be. and up until now, im pretty sure im applying the same concept ive discovered half a decade ago.
.......okay, bahala na. my point is i will never mind remaining skinny even if its not "guy hot" because skinnyness permits me to where whatever i want and look nice in it. this is the semi-primary reason why i can pull off weird stuff! I WILL NO LONGER FORCEFEED MYSELF IT MAKES ME SICK. IT REALLY DOES! PERIOD.
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8 dead, 100 whatever indured. i mean, just imagine what 100+ injured means, people going blind, losing their legs, everything of the sort, but of course they will not get the same attention and sympathy as the others, since, well, they're still alive.
it's wrong for them to live their life in regret because they decided to go to the mall that day of all days, because they literally lost a part of their body which they might have avoided if they went to work instead. they'll grow in anger and hesitation and will concentrate on the 1000 things they can not do without their legs, instead of the 9000 things they can still manage executing.
and ofcourse, the public will be thinking, "what the hell's the matter with you, atleast you're still alive!"
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see, two ladies just got off the cab when the bomb exploded. they were hurled back to the cab and they died instantly. i bet they never really knew what happened. i bet they had plans to go to divisoria the next day, just as i did.
its scary, kase i know i go to glorietta a lot. i know lots and lots of people who goes to glorietta on a semi-regular basis too. okay maybe not lots lots because, helllo?!, i dont have friends.
its scary, obviously, because it could have been me. it could have been anybody.
its not fair, as usual. its just as fair as the thousand of monks under violence in burma, or the hundreds dead of another bomb in a place i cant even be bothered to remember, somewhere in the middle east. and we're barely affected because they're so far away.
THE WORLD'S SO UNFAIR AND SCARY!
ALL I EVER WANTED WAS A PAIR OF TWEEZERMAN'S FOR MY EYEBROWS. ALL TETA WANTS NGA ARE CHEESECAKES E! ALL GENO WANTS IS TO GET SKINNY! ALL PAOLO WANTS ARE FISHIES! ALL SOBS WANTS ARE GUYS! ALL NICA WANTS IS... WHAT THE FUCK DO THIS BOMBERS WANT?
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ugh. i hate violence. the thought of blood makes me cringe like crazy. disturbing films makes me want to hurl the cd case to the tv.
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and now, i cant go out. :( therefore, im addicted to facehunter.blogspot and the rest of the international city style online series.
posted by the irresistably conceited Jenni |
