Hello fantabulously fantastictalidocious world! The name's the Random Artist; don't wear it out or I'll have to make a new one again.

ALeRt!!

--I'm back! Well, sort of. I'll be deleting and editing some of my stories for now, and I'll be adding new ones. And I'm sorry to LoganTheJetPsysicDuelist; I can't do the challenge right now. I have too much work to do. I'll probably get on it someday, just not very likely it'll be anytime soon.

I'll probably get back to reading all the stories that I missed when I have the time.

--The Random Artist

My Websites!

I have a few wesites up my virtual sleeve. But first, let me get my virtual sweater. If you want to read my other stories, I really wouldn't mind if you visited my website/s. Just try it!

fictionpress.com account: here!

.web website: here!

Yeah, that's pretty much it. Add me in facebook, if you'd like! Just put a personal message that you're from ffn or else I can't add you. It's Rohanne Chiong, foos!

A Little About Me:

Hello all you people I don't know and probably have never seen before! I, the Random Artist, come from planet Awesomely Random in which I rule over, so mess with me and watch out for a whole army of vampire cookies I have claimed as my loyal minions.

I love challenges and can never resist one. Especially when I know it is within the boundaries of my genius, and it gives me a huge ego boost. Asides from challenges, I also love puppies, randomness, fanfiction, Gray, romance, hilarious videos, Harvest Moon and sugar. Yeees, sugar...

BEWARE!! Of my very long procrastination record, complete cornitude (proof right there), frequent writer's block, brief laps in sanity and mental instability (eg: multi-personality disorder). Yes, be afraid. Be very afraid.

100 Proud Filipino! _ (to those who recognise this phrase, please don't think I'm get ALL my ideas from buttons! Only half of them)

Proof that You're Never Alone:

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won't repost it?

Repost this if you truly believe in God, or a god.

P.S. Just trying to spread a little of my faith here! :)

The White Man and the Black Man

A white man enters a bar and sees a black man sitting on a stool. The white man says, "Colored people are not allowed here."

The black man turned around and stood up.

He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK. When I grew up I was BLACK. When I'm sick I'm BLACK. When I go in the sun I'm BLACK. When I'm cold I'm BLACK. When I die I'll be BLACK. But you sir, when you're born you're PINK. When you grow up you're WHITE. When you're sick, you're GREEN. When you go in the sun you turn RED. When you're cold you turn BLUE. And when you die you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me colored?"

The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...Post this on your profile if you hate racism!

Racism sucks. Don't suck. You shouldn't treat or categorize someone because of their nationality. It ain't just prejudice; it will be the cause of your demise. Go loyal vampire cookie minions!

Me as a Writer...

As I said before, I can never seem to turn down a challenge; especially when it is questioning mah skills. So don't be shy and go and send me a PM to solve your doubts of my awesomity! Requests are nice, too. It makes me feel...appreciated. :"D

I'm not the touchy sensitive type who cries over flames; in fact, I fight flames with fire! Yeah, be very weary of combustion of stuff around you if you even think about sending me or my FFN friends a flame. Because the Random sees all.

Ehem--now that I have warned you all of my pyromaniac activities, I would like to tell you that I'm not all that insane about critisism. In fact, creative critism actually make me very happy. I love it when people care enough to correct all my little moments of klutziness or just plain stupidity. (Did you know that I lived twelve years of my life thinking that you hold the stick part of a guitar in your right hand?) So yeah, me loves my reviewers! I even send each one of them a personal message just to show how much I care and appreciate the time and effort.

PM to get to know me better! I promise I don't bite... that much.

As always,
Rohanne :)