You should have seen the war that found its way of revealing its minimal overdose of inevitable suicide in front of my unfortunate destiny. My eyes were burning, watching people I know offer themselves to a sacrifice that had them believe that they are doing it for the country, with an intend to invoke peace. I didnt remember whether I was a journalist or a lover, but either way, I was scouring the land for news, though the stained confusion of much gusto, &pain that I came to a point to want to surrender myself, just like those brave guys; chop my hair, wrap my chest- infuse a little bit of mulan feel. My say is, i think we're unlucky enough to receive everything in pure luxury, only second hand emotions from other people who had suffered. I mean c'mon, still not admitting we're a developed country for sake to save ourselves from helping the less-developed ones? How to encourage the citizens to not be selfish themselves? Hence, I still don't know who are the children in black pajamas, really, it might be linked, might not be.