Consumerism At school there're all these girls that go around like "Look what new jewellery & clothes I've today!", their daddy pays yay, and they look down their nose on everyone who dares to wear the same clothes two days in a row. They don't give a thought to who made their clothing or plastic jewellery (apparently some kids a lot younger than them in some developing country is the most possible answer). Well do I either? No, not really. But I don't feel the need to get myself any sort of status with this clothing. I use it to dress up myself, that's it. I really can't help the fact that all the regular clothes are made in developing countries and that I don't have enough money to buy ones of which's origin I'd be 100% sure of. And no, I've nothing against looking nice, I like pretty girls & guys. But if you brag with your clothing, if you buy as much as you can just because you can, just to prove others you're wealthy - even if it wasn't your money you're spending - then that is just, how should i say it ...gross. note: This is an opinion only and not to bee taken too seriously. This is also old piece so I haven't done a 100% check. This might be my last post with this account. I got another one, you may come across it but I try not to advertise it since... I don't want it connected to these writings or like that... I want to experiment with my texts more and so on, and I don't feel like I could do it with this half-dead account. I won't remove this account and I'll use this every now and then. This is on my old 2gen iPod Touch however and it barely works anymore... I'll try to turn it into a writing device anyway if possible. Thank you for everything all, you're all such sweethearts! x

Data [under work] "And then the charming prince sent the beautiful princess a chat message saying 'would u be my gf? u kno like, IRL??? :P' and the princess answered 'OMG yes!!! ^__^' and then they lived happily together until the charming prince spotted another lovely looking princess online and dumped the beautiful princess, and then they lived fairly happily with whoever they liked best at the current moment until the day when their grandchildren thought it would be time to get rid of them and go for euthanasia. The end, sleep well darling." "Huh mommie, #life sure was more difficult back when everyone's online lives were separate from the 'real world'..." "It may seem so, darling, but before making conclusions we always should think twice, no matter what the data tells us." "You're so wise mom, you're wiser than The Motherboard." "And so are you, darling." "Wha-what do you mean? There's no way I could - and I'm not even a mother in the first place!" "Darling. It doesn't take a mother to understand some things. However, you're still young. I will make the data of this conversation pop up in your mind once you're old enough to stop acting according to Motherboard's guidance. The thing is, if you shoot your birds right, you may find what the true you is and what is the true future. Until then you will remain a character made up of data." "Future? I will be a singer..." "That's what your data says, but you can always change things by yourself." "But... But isn't that wrong? Hacking data is wrong, mom. Well I don't even care about the future... And The Motherboard always tells me to live in the moment so..." "I wasn't expecting you to understand me, darling... But I have a feeling that one day you'll be a hacker too..." "Mom, wait? Does that mean..."

Bad day Maybe it's time to get up from the bed wipe away those tears and shake your head Maybe it's time to Get dressed and walk out of the door, walk straight, no worries, no doubt Maybe it's time to wake up and realize the fact That your day's not bad Unless you let it be like that.

And I don't... I don't want to be helpless I don't want to die from inside I don't want to fake my feelings And I don't want to be alone But I will be alone, if I don't fake my feelings If I fake my feelings, I will die from inside But if I don't I'll be dead from the outside, too And whatever I do, I'll be helpless like a kid, I won't understand things, and I don't want to cause you any trouble but would you, perhaps, one day, hold out that hand to me

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