Got attacked by a script kiddieYes, that's right, a skiddie decided to fool around with me and because of that I keep receiving php forms (especially here on my dA account), where I should, obviously, type in my information so the dumbass could "hack" my account. Well, let me tell you something, skiddie... You decided to fool around with a person who spends at least 8 hours a day on her computer, and that's why I'm not falling on such cheap tricks. I guess you'll have to think of something better because I got over those stupid tricks like... 5 years ago. So, fuck you, you h4X0r wannabe, and show me what you really know.
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Ridiculous, I know.

Not just another anti-holiday rantI guess it was one of those days when I was traveling home from the appointment, and every time I go anywhere, I usually carry my mp3 player with myself, but today, I found myself completely stuck with my own thoughts. So, I turned off my mp3 player and started staring at all those city lights and decorated streets in the middle of this holiday season. A couple of minutes later, something strange and somehow inaccurate caught my attention, and since I was sitting in a tram, I saw an old lady climbing up the tram stairs with bags full of something. At first I thought she was in the shopping and in a search for presents for her grandchildren, but then I realized that those bags were full of cat food tins, and I think she had a couple of bags full of it. Of course, I stand up and allowed her my seat, and she simply looked at me with her deep, blue eyes, thanked me and sat down. The tram started moving again, and I noticed that, while she was looking outside at all those city lights just like I was a couple of minutes before, she started crying. I don't know, but I think I felt too guilty at the moment... yes, that is the right word- guilt, to ask her if she's o.k., and I just kept staring at those tears that were slowly flowing down her wrinkled face. At that exact moment, I felt like something simply hit me, and that the easiest thing would be to start crying with her, watching at the contrast between those vivid city lights and the darkness that surrounded her, while the tram started getting even more and more empty with the every next minute. Finally, I got the courage to ask her if she's o.k., and she just answered: "Nothing is wrong, except life."
I was sorta surprised by her answer, and told her if there's anything I could do, I'll do it, but she just thanked me once again, picked up her bags from the tram floor and left the tram on the next station.

The smallest thing would be to say that I got truly enlightened by that old lady... Actually, I think I started looking at certain things from the completely different perspective, and in the end realized that fake happiness is leading me nowhere. Because true holiday spirit is not made of presents, or your current happiness because of your current achievements. And no, I'm not going to have a Merry Christmas this year and I doubt I ever again will, as long as I know that somewhere in the world, things like
this happen every day, and that somewhere far away or somewhere near me, poor children dream about chocolate or about a teddy bear under their Christmas tree. But, I'm not going to cry... I'm going to protest, and the only, only thing I want for Christmas, is to be blind for only one day so I couldn't see the hate and pain that is surrounding me anymore.
Wish me luck, guys!

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