PSA: GLAM-WHAMs Read on!

Okay. Let's do this.

Some facts are hard to digest but true.

To all those pretty people with sour cream 'fairness' masks sploshed on their ~~dusty~~ dusky faces once in every week, the fad dieting extremists whose diet routine involves surviving a whole year through the energy generated by a single pea (Are you the dragon warrior? Tai Lung is on the look out), to all those having a face lift, botox and brouhaha for looking the GLAM-WHAM aunty-next-door (scratch that!). This is a PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT:

Lend me your ears! For the media is ambitious yet honourable! The idealism that you believe which you have set for yourself is an outcome of the billion frames that pass by every time you click the remote to fill your mind with the colours of the junk box. (I'm speaking about the TVs that you either get as freebies for voting for bad-guy-politicians or that flat desirable LCD screen that you've bought online on the TrapFart's Big Bullion Day Offer)

It has infiltrated your system, bringing down your capacity to think by your own self and made you pretend that all the noble missions of using diet pills, face lifts, skin (screams) creams are that which you set by your own genuine set of ideas. (Beat that!)

While the ad hatters, the TV channels and the companies that thrive through your (what you assume your) ambitions, count green bills and ladder onto echelons, all you do is watch more of TV and take in the impatient growls of a hungry stomach. And sure, they are honourable!

In the age that has specimens which patronize bleached skin, chapped lips undercover of squirted gloss and the non-existent swag hips,

My heart is there in the coffin with your common sense;

And I must pause till it come back to me.

Le me watching TV :D

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