Ceci n'est pas une blogger

Ceci n'est pas une blogger

Monday, 29 November 2010


The thing is, as far as I can tell, love and poetry are pretty much the same thing. Let me explain. Firstly, they are both abstract nouns, you can't really touch them, hold them, draw them or collect them but they're both still kind of just there. Secondly, you can't have one without the other. When people are in love the write poems, and when you read that poetry you learn about how blatantly random the whole concept of love is. Anyway, from what I read so far, I estimate that probably at least half the poems ever written are love poems. I happen to know taht the correct term of these is sonnets. Now, you would assume that a sonnet would be a happy and uplifting poem because the person who wrote it was so madly in love and feeling fairly good about life... WRONG ! Poets are the most messed-up bunch of people who ever walked this earth.  So, if being in love causes people to write such things, you would think that the sensible thing to do would be NEVER to fall in love and  not to read any poetry.
Love and poetry, I reckon we could all do without them.
You know you love me,

Sunday, 28 November 2010

Dear Sis♥

1 Universe
8 Planets
204 Countries
809 Islands
7 Seas
And I had the privilege
to meet YOU


Thursday, 25 November 2010

When you sleep all day and still get paidd (:

We all want to be FAMOUS
Be a face on the screen
Read our name in the papers
Everybody wants to be on TV

Sunday, 14 November 2010

Gentlemen prefer blondes.

There are lots of blond girls, but they are all different. Each blond one for each woman. Marilyn Monroe's blond is different from Lady Gaga's and from Blondie's and Twiggy's and from Taylor Momsen's blond. But all blondes have a common thing. It's more than a colour, it's something that describes you, that tells everybody who you are and how's your personality. When you choose being blond you're choosing a way to live, an attitude, and it takes a hard girl to keep that gold aura.

Well, you know what they say, Gentlemen prefer blondes !

You know you love me,

Monday, 1 November 2010

We usually do lots of wrong things, and then, we call them FATE. Take wrong paths, make things without thinking, things that are forbidden, and our excuse is DESTINY
 But at the end of the day,
  we all have to live with our choices, 
and that's never as easy as you may thinkk (:

You know you love me,