I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello.

Trying to make sense of all the hellos and goodbyes in my life.

And I ask you right here please to agree with me that a scar is never ugly. That is what the scar makers want us to think. But you and I, we must make an agreement to defy them. We must see all scars as beauty. Okay? This will be our secret. Because take it from me, a scar does not form on the dying. A scar means I survived.

Since May 28th, 2008.

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you can see pictures of me naked.

and since i’m in a volatile mood today, i’d like to express my disgust at some sycophantic characters that the internet seems to be so full of.

in the recent spate of “disagreements” (to put it mildly) between certain people online, i’ve noticed that there are some people who have an apparent personal vendetta against either party, but who are not directly involved in the issue itself, who would never fail to chip in their worthless two cents and/or garishly express their show of support to the nemesis of the subject of their contempt.

you know, if you really dislike him/her so much, then go write about it yourself, instead of waiting for someone else to do it and then go “yeah yeah! you the (wo)man!” OR if you have already written about it, then leave it at that, instead of trying to make your opinion seem more validated simply because s/he thinks so too!

i don’t care for the “disagreements” themselves, for it is none of my business and entirely between the parties involved. i neither condone nor condemn them, for who am i to say that it is not a big deal. just because i don’t think it is doesn’t mean that they think likewise, and it is their prerogative to act as they deem fit.

i just don’t get why outsiders have to take sides or show their support when it is clearly none of their business.