Valmai

Few things are certain is this world. We never know when a sudden change may occur. If we truly think about it, we are incredibly insignificant. Yet, we are still troubled by silly down-to-earth problems, such as wondering why a neighbour looked at you strangely. We cry when something goes wrong, yet we stand amazed by the things we cannot explain. I believe that we never truly know ourselves. If we did, why would we be able to change so easily? You'd be certain that you loved a shade of orange, but after seeing it too many times, or finding a shade of another colour you seem to like, do you really still love the same shade of orange? May o

I don't really think about writing on pages during the day. Or during the week. Or during the month. So I don't really know what is going on on sites like these. I went on facebook (after 3 months) and found that 32 people had had their birthdays, seeing there are 152 requests (including friend requests, group invites and I don't know what else) and finally realizing why people were laughing at me 2 months ago (a photo someone had uploaded). Oh, I have the accounts. Myspace, facebook, the works. I just don't use them.   Although I can't lie - I like writing and updating all the accounts when I finally do decide to be online. May the ne

"Hello people of DeviantART. How are you all doing? "I tried CG... with Paint. It sucked. I really prefer drawing on paper. "Today I have nothing further to say. Nothing that I can think of, anyway. "Oh! Thanks to everyone for the faves!" >>> From me