woensdag 30 juni 2010

What means everything?

Everything. It is such a beautifull word, but yet, i have no clue what it means. 'I would do everything to make you happy', you said. 'everything?' i asked. 'Just name something and i'll do it.'
It is not that I didn't want you to do something for me, but it was that i just had no idea what to wish for, when suddenly 'everything' is possible. And i knew that when he said 'everything' he didn't really mean 'everything'. But what did he meant? It probably was just a metaphor, to say that he loved me, or that i could trust him, or something like that. But he really wanted me to wish for something, so that he could prove i could trust him. But i didn't. I didn't wish for anything. There are a lot of things that i wanted, but i just didn't know if they belonged to the word 'everything'. Which is weird, because 'everything' includes everything. Right?

I think i'll go back to being busy with my homework. YAK. boring.

Love, Jonna

donderdag 3 juni 2010

Summer, Guitars and Burrito's

The weather outside it lovely. ( why am i sitting on the floor of my room, with the laptop in my lap. OH MY! now i know why they call it a laptop. MY GOSH. clever moment. ) anyways, the summer finaly started in holland. hooray for holland *thumbs up!*
me and my sister want a new guitar that we can break. well, no. not break, but one that we can take on vacation. because the guitar we have right now is way to expansive to take with us. ( yes we have a dangerous travelling plan.. all the way through France ..) well, anyways, both of my parents decided that it was a stupid idea and that we would survive without one for five weeks. UGHH. like,, they have no idea. WE CAN'T! poo, i really want one. But i came up with this great idea, I buy a really cheap one in France and then the can't force me to bring it back. WOOH, everybody happy :] ( exept my parents..) well, they won't mind, the only problem is that our car isn't big enough. ( damned , BUY A NEW (bigger) ONE!!!)




We (L) Burrito's.

Love Jonna. ( and Mette, who now in an forest is, for a Twilight FashionShow)

zaterdag 15 mei 2010

In Love


With all the things you can find on Internet. (ok. not all. Most of them.)

http://tinyhandsonline.com/ how much i want to buy everything? Just as much as I Love Holidays.

http://www.fredflare.com/customer/home_omg.php? A-MA-ZING stuff. their pouches and socks are wonderfull.




LOMO Diana F+ CMYK camera . I WANT I WANT I WANT!

Or just a wonderfull fisheye camera ( i still don't know why i didn't bought one once..)





A ring. How lovely.


www.toois.nl Another wonderful webshop. ( there's exually nothing more to say about it. just wonderful.)

Love .

woensdag 12 mei 2010


After a long day having fun. train travelling to my bed.
another thing I love: wachting people at train stations, I always wonder where everyone is going and where they come from.
All those different lives passing you by.
Remember: Have the courage live, anyone can die.
Love, Jonna



Random Pictures of last year. New will follow.


It's a new day.

Hello World.

Our first blog. How exiting.. We know that probably no one will ever read this, but that doesn't mean we stop giving our meaning to the world! We'll upload pictures, images, songs, poems, toughts and conversations we had. Some things we'll translate in English and some remain dutch. because, yeah, we are two sisters from holland. ( Give applause.)


A few facts about us:

-No one gets our sense of humor. ( believe us, our jokes are hilarious when you know what they're about...)
-We love life.
-Holland is awesome. ( if you've never been here. Come and visit us.)
-Mette loves Mcfly. ( And chocolate, horse riding, acting like she is crazy,)
- Jonna loves Music. ( Every kind of music. except hardstyle. YUK! Chocolate { who doesn't...} acting like she's crazy, running around in circles, swimming in the kitchen and taking photo's of everything.)
- we are in love with the summer, making funny noises, making music, and each other.

for now, that is all you need to know.

Love, Jonna & Mette