My escape-from-the-world-and-just-relax artist

Title says it all.

I love you, Erykah Badu.

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The reason why I don’t drink coffee

Check out this post I found on Fitsugar.

I’ve always been afraid of being dependant on something. Wether it’s coffee, cigarettes, gambling, drugs, etc. I’m glad.

Ps. I know I haven’t been posting much recently. It’s because I’ve been having a few problems with WordPress. I’m planning on changing my blog completly. Stay tuned!

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Prince M

Rihanna

This bitch is hot.

and I’m not going to lie, her album Rated R, is actually really good. New guilty pleasure.

My dream loft

Ugh Erin Wasson, you know me too well.

Saving up to put a down payment on a condo is a loong process but hopefully in 2 years, I’ll have saved enough.

These pics are mad old but it’s exactly what I want. I know it’s lame but I know what my first condo is going to look like: brick walls, dark hardwood floor, metal entrance door, big windows, lots of natural light + white walls. Plus the whole western feel it has makes it just soo much nicer!

a boy can dream *~*~

bathtubs bathtubs bathtubs

My job is pretty stressful and every since I have started working for the bank, I’ve learnt that helping me not burn out and get all Naomi Campbell on everyone is to enjoy a long hot bath when I have the free time.

I still live with my parents and our bathtub isn’t the best as I wish. That’s why I always tell myself once I get my own place, a nice big bathtub will be a must. After checking out Milan’s 2010 bathroom designs, my jaw dropped at all the beautiful bathtubs. check em out:

1962

He hit me
And it felt like a kiss.
He hit me
But it didn’t hurt me.

He couldn’t stand to hear me say
That i’d been with someone new,
And when i told him i had been untrue

He hit me
and it felt like a kiss.
He hit me
and i knew he loved me.

If he didn’t care for me
I could have never made him mad
But he hit me,
And I was glad.

Yes, he hit me
And it felt like a kiss.
He hit me
And I knew I loved him.
And then he took me in his arms
With all the tenderness there is,
And when he kissed me,
He made me his.

My summer drink

About 2 weeks ago, my friend Dominique introduced to what is now my favorite place to have lunch: Les Folies. It’s a cute restaurant that’s right across the street from Mont Royal metro. Now I love to have Sangrias in the summer. That place makes the best sangrias I have ever tasted. Instead of using cherries like most places do, they used raspberries and the combination is delicious!

Last night though, Tristan told me about a place in the old port that makes way better sangrias. With watermelon! I would have never thought of combining my favorite summer fruit with my favorite summer drink! Now I’m not going to lie, I haven’t tried it yet but it’s definitely at the top of my to do list!

Here’s a recipe of Watermelon Sangria I found online:
2 pounds seedless watermelon, peeled and cubed, plus 1/2 pound watermelon cut into balls with a melon baller and skewered on picks
1 bottle dry white wine
6 ounces vodka
4 ounces Cointreau or other triple sec
4 ounces Citrus Syrup
Ice

In a blender, puree the watermelon cubes. Pour through a fine strainer into a pitcher. Add the white wine, vodka, Cointreau and Citrus Syrup. Stir and refrigerate for at least 2 hours. Stir again, then pour the sangria into ice-filled white wine glasses and garnish with the skewered watermelon balls.