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[chocolama]

Draw me like one of your French girls

[s-hirley]

supernova

He was my first true love. He had dark, marbled skin. Skin that was always red and blotchy. The same dark skin that touched my soul and my heart—the same dark skin that tainted me black. He had such piercing eyes. Eyes that left the biggest hole inside of me that I can never seem to fill although it is filled to the brim with longing and love and hate and bliss and sadness. It is filled to the brim with every emotion yet it is still empty. Do not ask me why for I cannot comprehend the feeling and he cannot comprehend my words. My words which were filled with burning passion that kept him warm at night. So warm that he became the sun and my whole world started to revolve around him but then I found him burning out—dying. Not him—perhaps his love or whatever it was. I guess my burning passion had lost its effect. Yet this incident didn’t stop me from loving him still, nor any incident ever will for he is my sun and when his love burns out, I die.

@annereadsanddances is this a descriptive essay… not quite sure but… here you go… no hugots intended. lol 😂😢😪

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Feed the Hungry, Save a Life

Reading this article, I was aware that hunger is a problem that exists in a developed and advanced world; but my eyes were still blinded by the notion that I was powerless to stop it, that I am just a little voice crying out among the other louder and powerful ones. I had this idea planted in my head that I am irrelevant and small, and there is nothing I can do to ease the suffering of my fellow people. I was ignorant.

I had no idea the number of starving people was that big. This factual statement hit me the hardest; because out of the 7 billion people in the world, that much suffers from hunger, that much goes to sleep at night without having eaten any form of food. What was the other 6075000000 doing? I am astounded at the fact that people can go to sleep at night knowing that fact, and can turn a blind eye towards this current issue.

The author’s use of conviction and persuasion was, indeed, as we would normally say, on-point. Even though he only used a couple of facts (falling under conviction) for evidences, it definitely did the trick. The facts, which are now written in black and white came as a hard slap to the face: kinda like saying, wake up, this exists, DO SOMETHING. He also used emotional appeal heavily, as in the case of asking the reader to think about the number of people who go to sleep at night without eating and the child in some far-off continent starving; and urging the reader to go out and feed his local neighbourhood group of hunger victims. He opened our eyes to the idea that we can do something to end world hunger. He made us know that we are not entirely powerless; that the littlest thing can make a huge difference. He told us that we can end this thing, together.

Yep, his use of conviction and persuasion definitely worked. Kinda makes me want to start a soup kitchen or something.

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The Rizal Monument has lived in peace for a solid 55 years before the whole Torre de Manila issue surfaced. It has remained untouched for such a long time, but before that, something akin to our current issue occurred. For TWO TIMES. The first was a proposal for a library, a cultural center, and a theatre that was to be built on the ground behind Rizal’s monument; but since fate itself seemed to find that project a definite NO, the project lacked funding. In other words, it was a stillborn project. The second involved a gigantic steel pylon, a really bright light, and a National Artist brutally murdered (not literally, guys. We’re talking skill-wise) by the general public. Juan Nakpil’s design looked downright ridiculous (I’m not lying, nor following the bandwagon, people. I saw a photo), and due to violent reactions, it was reduced to a border marker, until eventually, it faded into oblivion. The Rizal Monument, the very symbol of our Nationalism, has been messed with for THREE times in less than a hundred years.

Oh my god, people. Honestly. This whole thing is disappointing, cringe-worthy, and really, really depressing. Did the Filipino sense of nationalism shrivel up and die along with Nakpil’s (horrendous) design? Where is the respect and reverence for all the lives that were lost on that same spot; the lives that were sacrificed for the sake of OUR freedom? I mean yes, Nakpil and the JRNCC probably meant well but the Rizal monument is not meant to be an architectural feat; nor a centrepiece for more structures. It, in my humble and honest opinion, is meant to stand alone, a representation of not only Rizal but also the many others who valiantly fought and fell for our motherland. Its simplicity and beauty has stood the test of time and is to be admired on its own; it does not need to demand the attention of everyone who passes it, since its name has been spread far and wide, its purpose known by everyone who has heard of it. The two ill-fated projects of the 1960s were rejected probably for the best. It just proves that that monument is good enough on its own.                Back to current time, the sight of the condominium; a hulking, 49-storey symbol of modern materialism behind Rizal, standing on the ground where martyr blood was spilled, makes my skin crawl. It’s disgusting, it’s disrespectful, and the sigh of it is downright revolting. It needs to be burned down or reduced to dust. I don’t care if a ton of money went into that darned building. IT. SHOULD. NOT. BE. THERE.

This is not just about its aesthetic value. This is about how the glory and sacrifice of our heroes are desecrated and butchered, and how we don’t seem to care.

[crumplereu]

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