Ma Belle France

I miss France. No, truly. Zey may sink zees eess oh-so friendly and happy a place, this Rouge and this Amber. But, moi, I know that the only place to truly live is ma belle France.

Kyra was telling me the other day, how she hopes to teach English in France. If she does, I shall beg and plead, and weep pearly little tears down my petals and make her pack me with her.

I shall sit on a pretty French window sill and gabble away with the other French plants - the red geraniums, the lilac bougainvilleas, the ivy twirling so gracefully on trellis of cottages. We shall twirl the sweet smoky smell of Gauloises Bleus cigarettes around our leaves (for nothing smells like France the way those do), we shall listen to the perfection of Edith Piaf and feel at homely peace, we shall talk and argue Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir till from sunrise to sunset. And in the dusky twilight, I shall meet my Jaune, my debonair yellow fiancee, who will feed me escargots and cheese and wine, and we shall make sweet sweet love in the honeysuckle scented air. Sigh.

L'amour in France is nothing like lesbian l'amour in a dusty Abu Dhabi balcony. I see those dirty looks that Amber gives me when shes "sleeping". Sleeping, pah! In France, I would never sleep. I would never be lazy or bored or lonely.

In France, I would truly, oh-so truly live.

In the Summertime

We hate the summer. We don't really see why anyone would like the summer. Our leaves get all wilty, and we get all shrivelly. And while we (Rouge and Amber) don't mind it THAT much, at least we get to bask in the sun, Blanche really suffers. Her pretty white porcelain skin gets all wrinkly and no amount of moisture spritzes seems to fix it. Of course, the stress of pining away for her long-lost love Jaune shows on her face too.

It was this miserable state of affairs that decided it. If we were going to burn anyway, the least we could get is some entertainment. So, after many plaintive sighs and many wilted leaves, we convinced Kyra to give us our very own blog. We would have had it much sooner, if we hadnt driven her plain crazy with our very varied ideas. I, Rouge wanted a sensible blog with no fuss or frills. I, Amber wanted a goth blog, where I could vent all my pain and frustration. I, Blanche wanted a pretty blog, dedicated to beauty tips. So yes, we drove her up the wall, but its done. Phew. Now we have something to do.

We'd blogged once before, you know. That's when we got our first taste of the Internet and decided "Wowee!" This is so for us! We planned and planned, oh how we planned. We knew that when Kyra came back home from finals, she'd be all droopy and vulnerable, and it would be the best time to attack. So we did, by being droopier and more vulnerable than she. We preyed on her vulnerabilities, by being oh-so-sad and wilty, that there was no way she could deny us this. So, here we are. Blogging in the summertime. Who needs moisture spritzes now?