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''Mme si vous aimez les fleurs, elles meurent. Mme si vous n'aimez pas les mauvaises herbes, elles poussent.''

I beg pardon to all of you, my english friends, but I just can't translate that beautiful and OH so true sentence.

I finally learned how to pronounce ''professional'' yes, yes, that's right, I wasn't able to say that word properly.

Here are some other random thoughts:

Ironie n. f. 2. fig. Contraste entre une ralit cruelle et ce que l'on pouvait attendre.

Which means: poignantly contrary to what was expected or intended... that's what irony is. And since the very first day I'm on earth I have to deal with it every minute that goes by.

That's the first picture that comes up when I type 'irish' on google:


I've always wanted to go to Ireland...

And here's a new sport called 'dwarf throwing' which, according to me, is totally ridiculous but I think I would still laugh if I were drunk. Shame on me.


A few pictures of my Dominican Republic trip:

Everytime I look at that picture it makes me cry


On that one my mom wanted to capture the ''OH look, a boat is driving through your head!'' effect... yeah.


AAaaaahh...


Here's my sexy mama being sexy drunk with her new sexy Dominican friend

I love her

AAaand the last one


OK kids, enough for today.