About

I am the Uncertainty Principle.
Hi, I'm Alis. Well, I'm the alter-ego of Cheryl - a twenty-something year old.
Cheryl's a stoned kid who loves indie music, drum and bass, novels, autobiographies, probability and statistics, economics, physics, typography, dark elements, cigarettes and beer. Comes from a dysfunctional family like everyone else. Dresses funny and is barefaced most of the time. Is a huge behaviour nazi.
Meanwhile I, Alis want to be a barefooted politician.

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email me at artlessalis.com@gmail.com

December 12, 2011

Till The Poets Run Out Of Rhyme

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I'm sure everyone's bored of the weddings that start too late at hotel wings with too many tables with too many people. The worst is the photo montage of the couple's timeline in life and when they met each other - coupled with extremely cheesy songs like (I do cherish you - 98 Degrees or From this moment on - Shania Twain) and lame ass graphic photo flipping. 

A wedding should be a small affair. To drink and celebrate the love with the closest ones who matter most to you. It should not be about the size, it should not be boastful.
It should be good food, thumping music, drinks all round and non-stop, a reflection of the couple, tradition and respect.