whoop whoop, hello to my dear readers
the big reveal is finally here, honestly trying to come up with a poem every week or month is a hassle and it drained me emotionally , since i need inspiration to write but there is something i have daily inspiration about which is writing on things yes ! i know how to rant in a peaceful and angry way because it can be triggered and i can go either way excessive happiness or sadness and the only way i release it by yes ‘writing ‘
we are going to call this the on series
so my non computer tech self will try her optimum best to design a new segment for this series insha Allah.
The series starts on 14th of may 2017 , this sunday that is
i have been having a writers block for quite some time now, well i almost forgot about my blog for quite some time, until yesterday , yes chordates is about to take me where invertebrates never did, school has been hectic. my sister was ill all through february , but yay I’m about to start something really cool, so guys stay tuned and apologies for the lack of poetry posts, well its a copyright thing until i renew my blogs copyright and others i can’t post new things much but my wattpad is there for you.
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I understood very little but wow ! I’m beyond impressed
Oh god here she comes again, I listen with little interest as she laments on her quite lofty yet unscrumptious situation in life, see the thing is she is pampered through and through , with little interest she remarks on the latest exquisite painting she had acquired from la museum du paris , for a meagre amount of $36000
“you know i must quite admit it took me some time to recuperate from the horrific incident two nights ago” she laments once again
“go on marie” i urge her to continue,
” my most recent maid and masseuse all the way from indonesia-sita broke my cartier decorated mirror” she takes a sip of her very healthy looking lime water in a lady like manner
you see Marie Gilles – Harris, daughter of a french multi millionaire and wife to a hollywood celebrity she met in Ibiza is currently seated across me as it happens every few weeks.
“Although my husband has already requested for a new one , i couldn’t help but think que fais tu sita ?, et elle dit desolee mademoiselle harris” she wipes a mock tear, if her waterproof eyeshadow and beautiful blue eyes would have none of it
” can you imagine this uneducated brat had the gut to say she was sorry” marie ranted
I took a sip of water from my own glass and wondered off thinking if only you knew “ma cherie mari tu est le brat ici”, this leads her on to rambling, i suppose while i drank the bland lemon water.
Marie is friends with me because we are from the same school and were so different in school back then , both being together had let me to meeting marie, coincidentally
“sophia imagine the gall of that asian girl in Jakarta who thought that i was bland and white” she continued
Apalled at her racist nature , i had to admit juanita was south american from Brazil not Indonesia.
“but marie , juanita was a nice girl to you and she was Brazillian” i pointed the facts
“whatever, ‘je te dit’ ( i tell you ) she was a spoilt girl who thought she was hardworking” marie elaborated
Actually juanita went to a $30,000 private school on a scholarship maybe that was her mistake.
why do i still put up with marie some ask ?
because simply put ‘she puts up with me not the other way around’
I have very little interest in most things as you may have noted, an air of arrogance perhaps
” oh marie elle n’est pas importante , lets not waste another moment on her, call that silly maid of yours i need more water”
how endearing ‘i loved and encouraged myself to work a little ‘
“so lazy sophie the bottle is right in front of you, go ahead and refill that glass” marie observes
“tu dit ? ( you say ? ) i work atleast and i operate a charity for poor dark babies of lazy parents in Africa country” i retort
well ‘vraiement ( truly ) i work as a model and face of chanel I’m sophie Del souza, half french -Italian daughter of a conglomerate multi millionaire so i can sleep if i wished.
I can assure you, our evening passed by with little interest as poor servants made a lofty dinner which marie and i scrutinized and had a few pins of.
hey everyone today I’m trying a short story
Yes my procrastinating self now tries her best to upload a post every Monday, it is no easy feat but i wish to improve my habits, anyways here i come.
Hello to anyone reading this welcome to my blog where i post anything that comes to my mind which revolves mainly around fictional excerpts made from real life, yes i am confused and trapped in this deadly cycle of over thinking real life situations and giving them a literary view with a scientific twist, because i am indecisive i could not figure out which one of my poems to post so i decided to compose one for my blog today for the first time and yes RIP Mike Brown.