I give you this blurred, poorly taken photo of my painting which I didn't have any time to get scanned.
*clap.clap.clap*
I spent my New Year's eve on our kitchen roof...yes. roof...to watch fireworks of those people rich enough to pay for those things which lasts only for a few seconds.
Finding love is like watching fireworks on a new years eve. You break your neck trying to see the lights from a distant beauty and suddenly you turn around and realize your neighbor just lighted the most beautiful display of sparky flames and you just missed the whole thing.
well, goodbye now. have a blessed new year!