Blasted Bastards.

It hasn't been normal lately, I have noticed, in terms of the level of security being placed in the city. The day before, I was on the MRT passing Camp Crame (local police and military headquarters) and I saw that in front of the main gate was a large barricaded area. Behind the makeshift zone were stationed a number of soldiers, apparently on high alert.
Several times as I passed by the area on taxi going home, pairs of heavily-armed police would walk by on patrol. Today, as I passed through a Cubao mall on my way to work, a long line had gathered at the door since the guards were thoroughly checking out bags of people going in.
The recent bomb blasts in Bali and in Zamboanga have really made people antsy. Just a little while ago, my mom texted me saying that I shouldn't go to malls for now since the bomb threat level is pretty high.
I can't picture my favorite haunts and hangouts desecrated by these damnable terrorists, and people getting blasted to bits for some stupid agenda or political point. I hope that it never happens, that the police and military remain always vigilant, and that every bloody fanatic, maniac, terrorist, zealot SOB just blows himself up in his dirty hiding hole. Damn them all. Damn them all to hell.