Let us use the universal language of music to sing our our message

Just listened/watched this for the first time.

I teared up several times. It's not like I didn't know it was terrible...it's just how terrible...

How many children are born with HIV, when we've known for so long that giving pregnant women the medication can drastically cut down the odds of their children being born with the virus...the high mortality rate for those children...

Of course, there's the fact that the HIV/AIDS rate in Africa is so high mainly because of rape. Horribly, there's very little we can do in that regard. But we do have the power to stop the pandemic...and we aren't.

That's wrong. These babies shouldn't be dying. These women shouldn't be leaving their children orphans. HIV+ women here and in other developed nations are able to have HIV- children and live to see those children grow up. African women and their children deserve the same.


And, related to a comment I saw on the video...I'm really tired of people who say that HIV doesn't cause AIDS. They're only contributing to more deaths because people who believe that don't get treatment. They try to say the meds are killing people...when the evidence to the contrary is all around them in HIV+ people who have never developed AIDS because they took the meds, or in people with AIDS who are living long and healthy lives because of the meds.

The same goes for someone who claimed that condoms don't prevent HIV...yeah, let's promote more unsafe sex. That'll help.

*sigh*

We'll do it all on our own

I have an idea for my Comp. essay...but...

It's supposed to be focusing on a tiny detail and then blooming out to something bigger...like the idea of beauty or something...

And I think I have my something tiny. But...

I'm afraid.

It has to be autobiographical. Which I hate. It's not like I've been actively denying what I am. Not at all. I've let the girls here know who and what I am. But outside of the dorm...and a lot of them don't know exactly what my plans are regarding my body.

And my something tiny...

It's a mole.

That won't make sense to a lot of you. Only one person, probably, will get it because they're the only person who has seen it.

But I'm just afraid of baring that part of myself to strangers. The people in that class haven't made the best impression on me for the most part. I don't think Mr. Myers would have a problem with it. I just don't know if I'm ready to put that part of me out there to be ripped to shreds.

*sigh*

Hatred can never save people.

I keep forgetting how cruel people can be.

Before anyone worries and starts sending out assasins, it wasn't anything that happened to me.

It's just...*sigh*

I keep dreaming that one day everyone in the world will wake up and realize that love is love, that we're all the same colour inside, and that God is Allah is Vishnu is God.

And then I wake up.