eu sou o REI da mentira e não me importo em assumir, minto na cara dura, sem medo ou rancor, eu olho bem na sua cara, no seu olho e “VOILÁ”, vc sai acreditando em algo ficticio e eu rindo da minha cara de pau, mas compreendo que é  dificil não acreditar na minha ladainha quando estou inspirado, é tiro certo. começei mentido a idade, já passava dos trinta e falava que tinha vinte, depois foi sobre “PROJETOS PROFISSIONAIS”…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, essa fase era a melhor, falava de peças, de propostas, de diretores que queriam trabalhar comigo, tudo farsa, tudo invenção, mas quer saber, nem ai pra isso, quem perguntou foi vc, não? a ultima do meu extenso repertório é sobre meu filho, filho? é o seguinte, eu tenho um certo fetiche em lojas de brinquedo e sempre tenho vergonha de entrar, imagina um cara de 40 anos encantado com o bonequinho do WALL-E, – tem a EVA tambem?  não tenho coragem…por isso inventei um filho para facilitar minha vida, funciona assim, eu entro na loja e antes da vendedora falar oi eu solto: — tenho um filho de 6 anos que adora bonecos, a vendedora confiante: — algum tipo especifico? ai começa…falo tudo sobe meu guri, do gosto peculiar, a cor preferida (preto e vermelho), o que mais gosta de comer  e por ai vai, teve um dia que até da minha ex mulher eu falei para a pobre Kimberly:– ele quer 2 mil de pensão, pode? HAHAHAHAHAH

Meu filhote com amiguinhos de escola, não é a CARA do pai?

PS- será que vou para o inferno? prefiro o hot hot, ok? HAHAHAHAHA

Wow, here we go. The first ever post to the brand new entertainment web-blog, Close the Door, Please. I am pleased to introduce myself. I am Damien Dior, your guide to this wonderful, crazy blog I call home. My main goal for creating this website, updating it daily with crazy commentary on the latest breaking news in the world of entertainment, is to create a fun place where you can come and get lost for hours reading our content. (Well, don’t start browsing just yet because, well, this is the first post and instead of hours of browsing, you may be disappointed with realizing that it took you all of 4 minutes to browse my ENTIRE site.)

In the next coming days, this site will grow and hopefully you welcome us into your home, your lives, you bedrooms (Usually, I charge, but you get a pass this time) daily. Before we start on this crazy journey, I want you to notice something to the right of this post. It’s something we call SocialVibe. What you see there is something that I want you to become very familiar with. I didn’t just want to create this site for the pure enjoyment of writing entertainment news and accepting all the fame and glory it has to offer (Sarcasm. Maybe.), but to reach masses and spread the wonders of charity. By clicking on the SocialVibe link, you will help raise awareness to a certain charity I have chosen. So, while it’s on your mind, click it now.

Back to the main point. Some people have asked my why I chose the name, Close the Door, Please. Is it because I’ve heard that very saying so many times before (read: Troublemaker)? Is it because I really want to “close the door” (Read: Moving on. Kaput. Calling you out. Any other synonyms you can think of) on some of the today’s top stories? Yes. I am a person who I is tired of  the same old, cookie cutter method of reporting entertainment news that the world had to offer. With the exception of a few websites, most don’t express how we really feel toward Heidi Montag or Spencer Pratt (Read: People.com). I don’t care. I’ll say it. Fuck you Heidi Montag and Spencer Pratt. You’re quite annoying. I want to provide honest commentary that you can enjoy.

So with that, enjoy the website. Live it. Breath it. Eat it (How?). Check back daily for the all the up-to-date entertainment (or stories that I find entertaining) news!

Welcome to Close the Door, Please.

Damien Dior

Well, I’m not grounded anymore, thank goodness. I really missed those kisses. A lot has been going on so I haven’t had time to post any updates.

For starters, we had a wonderful little visitor over the weekend. Her name is Cadence and she’s about seven years old. She’s adorable. Damien and I had gone out hunting when we found her half-buried in the snow, freezing to death. We took her in of course and Damien and I grew really attatched to her while she was with us. She had gotten seperated from her mom somehow.  Anyways, so there was one thing we had to keep in mind while taking care of her…

Cadence is blind. According to Marcy, her mom, she’s been blind since birth; probably a complication during the pregnancy. So, we had to be careful with what we decided to do while she was there. There were a few times where we almost forgot, but otherwise we did pretty good.

We had sent in a report to the local police station over the weekend and her mom came to claim her on Sunday. Unbelieveably, it was my brother’s girlfriend, Marcy. I haven’t seen or spoken to her since the funeral back when Dylan died so it was weird seeing her again. What was an even bigger shock was the news she had to share.

Cadence was Dylan’s daughter; my niece.

I didn’t know whether to spazz about being an aunt or spazz because my brother got Marcy pregnant, but anyways, I was really excited because I’ve grown very fond of Cadence and so has Damien. Even Merik and Eva are attatched to her. They watched her while Damien and I were at school.

Being Cadence’s aunt also meant that I was free to visit her whenever I wanted, which I was thankful for. Damien and I took the opportunity to babysit her yesterday while Marcy was at work. It didn’t exactly end as planned (Marcy caught us making out in the living room after we put Cadence to bed. Oops.) but it was still fun.

I’ve just heard recently that Natasha paid a visit while we were gone. It seems she, and some of Forks’ citizens are getting suspicious of us. I don’t know what that will mean for us, but I suspect a family meeting will happen soon.

-Alyssa

Programme du jour : Ecole, crèche, et visite d’appartement.

Encore une journée qui s’annonce sous les meilleurs augures, je vais surement réaliser un sans faute cette semaine. Je déjeune avec Maman, et prépare mon “gouter” que je terminerai dans la voiture, comme tous les jours de la semaine lorsque Maman s’occupe de moi (c’est la fête). Nous passons un moment très agréable et trainons un peu.

J’arrive à l’école  un peu avant 7h45, embrasse bien fort Maman , verse une petite larme lorsqu’elle doit partir, mais retrouve vite le sourire lorsque que ma copine Trinity me réconforte.

12h30, elle vient me chercher, je vais ensuite à la crèche pour le reste de l’après midi. 18h00 Maman est de retour, nous allons visiter un appartement ce soir. Le petit 2 chambres de 110m2, (taille normale de ce type d’appartement à Luxembourg) que nous visitons me conquit, nous emménagerons le 10 Décembre.

Comme vous le savez, le 15 décembre nous déménageons. Papa dans une nouvelle maison à quelques minutes de la ville, et Maman avec Damien dans cet appartement. J’aurai donc une chambre dans chaque foyer, et passerai une semaine avec Papa, et une semaine avec Maman.

Pour fêter cela, nous déjeunons chez Damien. Pendant que la pizza cuit, je continue d’explorer mes talents de dessinateur. Je mange sans soucis, rigole beaucoup et suis une adorable petite fille. Nous partons, pour la maison vers 20h15, je serai au lit un peu après 20h30. Rédacteur : Aurélia, ma Maman.

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And the winner is….

Donald Mills with, “Two, two, two, I have two dollars from the man in the third row. Do I hear three? Three dollars? Anyone?” He won this week by a landslide of popular opinion.

My workspace… 

 I completely stole this idea from FJ since I was new to the game when he was doing his workspace posts, and didn’t get to participate. I used to sit and write on my terrace until my neighbor came home with two pigs. Now, we have a fly problem. So now I jump in the car and four minutes later, I’m here. I don’t mean to show off buts it’s what I do when I’m not busy stealing ideas.   

New Caption contest… 

Damiena was excited to practice her new powers of mind control, easily making the adults turn on each other.

Triin: “Should we sit or should we dance?“

Triin: “If it’s rat it’s fine.“
Mark: “Rats are good source of protein.“

Mark: “We used to have cows but that was before I was old enough to do anything with them.“

Mark: “So really, everybody’s a rapist at heart.“

Triin: “As a child I only used to eat the fat and leave everything else.“
Mark: “Were you perhaps a round child?“

Triin: “Don’t listen to me, I can have my own opinion.“

Mark: “It’s like a rap video but they have way more clothes on than what I’m used to.“

Triin: “Tell me more how crap America is.“

Damien’s sixth sense is kinda weird: “I could sense you were on your period.“

Mark, the bulimic?: “I like puking. It makes you feel so much better.“

Programme du jour : Maison et promenade.

 

Premier réveil vers 6h du matin, je retourne me coucher pour rouvrir les yeux à nouveau vers 9h. Je vais doucement réveiller Maman, puis Papa. Je paresse puis descends petit déjeuner. J’ai peu d’appétit, il est pourtant 10h passées. Je grignote un bout de pomme par ici, un peu de céréales par là et finis de petit déjeuner un peu après 11h30.

Ensuite je passe un peu de temps avec Maman, puis avec Papa, puis seule dans ma chambre. Le temps passe vite et il est déjà temps de faire une petite sieste.

Maman en profite pour m’accompagner, je ne dormirai qu’1h 1/2. A 14h30, nous prenons un bon bain qui dure presque une heure, je suis de très bonne humeur.

15h45, nous sortons manger un bout dans la galerie commerciale d’Auchan, j’ai bon appétit et me lie d’amitié avec une petite fille et nous passons un long moment à jouer ensemble.

19h, Maman et moi allons faire un petit coucou à Damien, j’en profite pour faire de très jolis dessins. Nous rentrons à la maison vers 20h30. Je fais un câlin à Papa puis vais me coucher. Je m’endors il est 21h. Ma nuit sera agitée, un vilain virus s’est installé dans mon estomac, je me réveillerai 2 fois dans la nuit pour vomir. Rédacteur : Aurélia, ma Maman.

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This sucks. I feel so miserable after this whole thing and I can’t wait for this week to be over. D:

I got myself grounded, by DAMIEN of all people! Well, it was kinda deserved. I was hyper off those stupid blood candies again and then Eva got hyper because I was, and then we started playing this game where we couldn’t touch the floor because it was ‘lava’ so we had to climb the furniture and stuff. Then she decided we should run into the kitchen, grab some eggs, spin around three times and try to throw them into the candy bowl.

Epic fail.

I accidentally hit Eva with one of the eggs which resulted in a mini food fight. Then Damien walked in and saw how we trashed the place – cue punishment.

No kissles. For. A. WEEK! Excuse me while I huddle in my sad corner.

At least I wasn’t the only one grounded. Damien told Eva she couldn’t wear any of her usual costumes she wore; she had to wear regular clothes.

This is going to be one hell of a week.

Is it over yet?

-Alyssa

Damien* : tre giovani (Enrico Boccioletti alla voce e chitarra, Ernesto Marchetti al basso e Damiano Simoncini alla batteria) nati artisticamente nel 2001 a Pesaro che da allora non si son mai fermati di mettere se stessi in musica, e per fortuna. Dopo l’irruente e ben riuscito “Mart/Art“, giunge a noi il nuovo lavoro dei Damien*, prodotto dall’etichetta Suitside.

“Crippled cute“ è indubbiamente il lavoro della maturità: il suono è curato nei minimi dettagli, gli undici brani sono immediati e danzerecci ma non semplici, certamente adatti al mainstream come pure agli indie clubs. Un album che non si riduce ad un genere definito ma abbraccia molteplici stili spalmati ad arte in tutti i trentasette minuti abbondanti di questo capolavoro. Balliamo sfrenatamente con il brit pop di Confidants e Storyboard, poghiamo con la rockeggiante Starting Fire, ci commuoviamo con la dolcezza sognante di Courtship (uno dei punti più sublimi del disco), ci lasciamo incantare dalla travolgente Softcore (grazie anche a un classico “papapapapapapaa” che aiuta non poco a memorizzare la canzone – e a cantarsela nei seguenti tre giorni).

In definitiva, “Crippled cute” è così immediatamente piacevole che è impossibile non innamorarsene al primo ascolto. Semplice e complesso, divertente e serioso, per chiunque e particolare, il tutto contemporaneamente.

Un album da 5 stelline*.

Confidants

Michela De Stefani per Mag-Music

01. I Want You (She’s So Heavy) // Io Echo
02. Wail To God // Ape School
03. Is There a Ghost // Band of Horses
04. Get Awkward // Be Your Own Pet
05. Gold Canary // Cloud Control
06. Popstitue // Coin
07. Sobe ladeira // Constantina
08. Confidants // Damien*
09. Next Passenger // Emergency Blanket
10. Coin Laundry (No Device Remix) // No Device

Programme du jour : Dernière visite et avion.

 

Je me réveille à 9h30, de très mauvaise humeur et avec beaucoup de fièvre. Maman me donne mes médicaments et 1 h plus tard je retrouve mon sourire. Nous descendons déjeuner Damien, Maman et moi. Je n’ai vraiment pas d’appétit, je vais me coucher une petite heure, le temps que Maman prépare nos valises. C’est déjà le retour des vacances, je n’ai vraiment pas envie de partir.

13h, la chambre est rendue, nous déjeunons sur la terrasse en attendant Ahmed notre chauffeur. Maman l’attend pour 14h30, il ne pointera son nez que vers 15h, ce qui la met un peu en colère (elle ne se gêne pas de lui faire part de son mécontentement).

Notre avion décolle dans 4 h, nous en profitons pour faire le tour des remparts, voir le Palais Royal, visiter le quartier juif, et la forteresse "Borj Sud" et prendre de superbes photos de la ville de Fès.

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17h30, nous partons pour l’aéroport, je suis un peu triste mais Maman me promet que nous reviendrons un jour. Nous sommes dans l’avion à 18h40, trois heures (+ 1 h de décalage) nous séparent de notre destination Frankfurt-Hahn. Dans l’avion, je dessine et colorie, je ne veux pas dormir mais suis adorable. Minuit nous avons enfin récupérer nos bagages, nous passerons la nuit à l’hôtel, avant de reprendre la route demain pour Luxembourg. Rédacteur : Aurélia, ma Maman.

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Why does it seem like chaos always strikes when we don’t need it? Stupid question considering the Night house is always thrown into mayhem. Ann and Vic still haven’t come back yet, but just over a week ago I received a call from them. They’re staying in a cabin in Alaska near the Denali Coven – I’ve never met them, so I can’t say much more than that about it. But according to Ann, they’ll be coming back fairly soon.

As for this past month: chaotic. Who could expect any less at the Night house?  Halloween, in particular, was… interesting. It started off like Halloween usually tends to. I dressed up in my costume, along with several other family members, and went downstairs into the family room to see who was around. I was wearing this really cute police woman costume. It was a black dress that fanned out with a ruffled skirt and had a corset-style top. It also came with a hat and I wore a pair of boots with it. I went to the local store in town and bought a few accessories to go with it; some tights and a pair of fake handcuffs.

I’m glad I wasn’t the only one so dressed up. Eva had dressed up too; but that’s not much of a surprise. She always dresses up no matter what day it is. She wore a pumpkin suit that was lit up with little lightbulbs. I didn’t see her until she had played a little Halloween prank. She managed to find the breaker box and turned off all the electricity in the house, leaving us in pitch darkness except for the glow from her costume. Then she added some creepy music in the background and a got the fog machine going. I didn’t know it was her at first, so I got a little spooked, but thankfully I didn’t scream or cause any damage to the house.

Damien showed up just a few minutes after that, alerted by the electricity being shut off. I can tell the job of being head of house is starting to get to him. He’s been quick about knowing things at a moment’s notice lately. I’ll be glad when Ann and Vic come back and he can relax a bit. Anyway, Damien was dressed up in – surprise, surprise – a ghostbuster costume. Can’t say I didn’t see that one coming.

I’m not exactly sure how this next bit started, but I was eating some blood candy out of the candy bowl and then suddenly Jesme was eating them and then all of the sudden Eva, Jesme and I were chasing Damien around the family room after he had snatched the bowl from us. Every time we got close to catching him, he would teleport away (cheater ) but eventually, Jesme tackled him with her newborn strength and was able to distract him long enough for me to handcuff him. I think he might have enjoyed that more than hated it…

Anyway, so now that he was my prisoner, I told him that his punishment was ‘eternal servitude’; but of course, he pulled his own stunt and trapped me in his arms. Because he was handcuffed with his arms in front of him, I couldn’t escape – well, I could but I didn’t want to break the handcuffs after I just bought them. So we ended up dancing like that for a bit, and teasing each other.

Marc, Aroha, Josh and a new girl – Hailey; she’s human like Josh – went trick-or-treating around town. Apparently Marc and Aroha went gatecrashing at a party and Aroha came home absolutely intoxicated in the early hours of the morning.

But back to me and Damien. I was going to un-cuff him, but there was a slight problem. I couldn’t find the key… at least… that’s what  I told Damien. He believed me. So we went upstairs to find it and well…

You get the idea.

Nothing much else has gone on besides that. Just work, and trying to keep the house in one piece for Ann and Vic. Oh, and Merik and Eva, along with Kodi and Darius are planning their weddings. Other than that; nothing.  No doubt, something else is bound to happen soon.

-Alyssa

Programme du jour : Malade !

 

J’ai été malade une bonne partie de la nuit, je fais un peu de fièvre. Je me réveille vers 9h, prends mon petit déjeuner, puis joue un bon moment avec Maman et Damien.

Vers 11h30, je retourne me coucher pour me réveiller vers 16h. Je suis encore un peu malade, Maman m’emmène chez un pharmacien-docteur qui diagnostique une bronchite. Un peu de paracétamol (que Maman a dans sa valise), du sirop pour la toux et si j’ai toujours de la fièvre dans 48h, il faut consulter un “vrai” médecin. Nous profitons de l’arrêt à la pharmacie pour prendre un petit encas et acheter quelques cartes postales.

18h30, nous sommes de retour au Riad, je joue avec un petit garçon qui s’appelle Théophile, qui vient d’arriver lui aussi. Nous mangeons ensemble, je prends une petite douche puis vais me coucher vers 21h. Ma nuit sera à nouveau agitée. Rédacteur : Aurélia, ma Maman.

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Programme du jour : Balade dans la ville.

 

Je me réveille à 8h30, et prends un petit déjeuner très copieux dans notre Riad, je goute à toutes les confitures, les pains et essaie même le lait à l’avocat, je dois avouer que je n’aime pas beaucoup le mélange. Damien se réveille une petite heure après nous, et je reprends mon petit déjeuner avec lui.

Le temps de prendre ma douche et de jouer un peu il est déjà 11h, nous continuons à explorer la ville de Fès et ses merveilles. Nous prenons un taxi qui nous fait faire le tour des remparts en express, malheureusement mon appareil photo n’a plus de batterie et celui de Maman nous plus, cela nous apprendra à ne pas les recharger.

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Nous passons le reste de la journée à explorer les souks, nous mangeons dans un petit restaurant, nous nous arrêtons également pour voir le circuit de distribution d’eau. Nous marchons beaucoup et je suis bien fatiguée. Nous rentrons au Riad vers 19h, je me douche, me mets en pyjama, puis vais me coucher, il est 20h. Rédacteur : Aurélia, ma Maman.

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Today the Catholic Church celebrates the Solemnity of All Saints. It is a day on which (to use the words of the Opening Prayer for today’s Mass) “we rejoice in the holy men and women of every time and place.” For me it is a day to reflect on the saints who hold a special place in my heart, both those who have been canonized by the church and those who have not. Saints like Francis of Assisi, Vincent de Paul and my great-grandmother.

But I also realization that my typical visualization of the communion of saints doesn’t tend to include many other holy people through the ages in whom there is reason to rejoice. I was reading something the other day about one of the most recent to be added to the ranks of canonized saints – Damien of Molokai, the Belgian-born member of the Congregation of the Sacred Hearts of Jesus and Mary who spent a significant portion of his life working among people suffering from Hansen’s disease (leprosy) on the Hawaiian island of Molokai. Damien spent his life ministering to them until he himself contracted the disease and died in 1889.

A comment in America magazine asks what someone like St. Damien, whose life seems so difficult to emulate, can say to us. It suggests that “powerful resonances can be heard if we listen carefully,” explaining

What parent is not called upon to minister to a child who falls ill, even at the risk of contracting the same illness? Who is not called to stand with the outcast, with those whom polite society shuns either literally or metaphorically? Who is not called to do works of charity and love that remain hidden from the rest of the world?

We may not all be called to go to a placed far away from our home to care for those with a disease that has always seemed to hold a certain horror for us. But we are all called to care for the sick, the poor, the outcast, the forgotten, wherever we are.

Today is not just about fondly remembering those who we call saints, but about being inspired by their deeds, seeing them as models for our own discipleship.

Programme du jour : Avion et Riad.

 

Nous avons passé la nuit à l’hôtel, à coté de l’aéroport de Frankfort-Hahn. A 7h, Maman, Damien et moi sommes prêts, nous prenons notre petit déjeuner, vérifions que nous n’avons rien oublié, puis nous nous dirigeons vers l’aéroport.

Nous enregistrons nos bagages, passons la sécurité, et montons dans l’avion qui nous mène à Fès. Le voyage dure 3 heures mais je suis adorable. Arrivés à Fès, nous faisons la queue pendant presque 1h pour les formalités d’entrée dans le pays… ils prennent même ma température ! Heureusement, le chauffeur nous a attendu, nous avons une petite 1/2h de route et nous arrivons au Riad « Lalla Fatima », il se situe dans la Medina. Je suis très contente de notre « hôtel », je l’appelle mon château. Une fois nos bagages posés, nous allons faire un tour dans la médina, les gens sont adorables avec moi, ils veulent tous me faire des bisous, me donner des cadeaux, mais je suis un peu sauvage.

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Nous mangeons vers 15h, je me régale d’une omelette et d’un thé à la menthe. Nous continuons à nous perdre dans le dédale des ruelles, j’aime vraiment ce pays et ne manque pas de le dire à Maman. Je suis vraiment très gentille. Nous rentrons au Riad vers 19h en taxi, je joue un peu, mange quelques fruits puis je prends ma douche. Je m’endors vers 21h. Rédacteur : Aurélia, ma Maman.

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Programme du jour : Pt déj en classe, départ en vacances.

 

Je me réveille de meilleure humeur qu’hier, ma matinée se passe bien. Je fais un bisou à Tata Viri et Corentin, je ne les reverrai que fin décembre.

Grand jour ce matin, Amélie, ma maitresse, et Papa ont organisé un petit déjeuner pour toute ma classe et les parents, une occasion de fêter notre départ en vacances. Maman et Papa reste à l’école jusqu’ à 9h, puis Maman part au travail. Je leur fais un gros bisou.

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17h30, Maman vient me chercher, nous retrouvons ensuite Damien, qui part en vacances avec nous. Nous allons fêter mon anniversaire à Fès au Maroc. Nous arrivons à la maison vers 18h30, préparons à manger, puis nos valises, je prends une petite douche et joue dans ma chambre. 22h, nous avons nos passeports, les valises son prêtes et nous nous dirigeons vers l’aéroport de Frankfurt Hahn. Nous arrivons vers minuit, je dors profondément. Demain nous prenons l’avion tôt, nous passons donc la nuit à l’hôtel. Rédacteur : Aurélia, ma Maman.

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Programme du jour : Parc et vélo.

 

Je me réveille à 9h20, je file dans la chambre de Papa pour le tirer de son sommeil, ce sera ensuite au tour de Maman. Nous descendons tous les 3 pour déjeuner. Je mange bien et suis de très bonne humeur. Je passe ensuite un peu de temps à jouer dans ma chambre, j’organise un piquenique, suivi d’un concert pour mes “babies”. Je prends ensuite un bain avec mon Papa. L’heure tourne, il est presque 13h. J’ai mis un peu le bazar dans ma chambre, alors je range, pendant que Maman prend sa douche. 14h, nous voilà prêtes Maman et moi pour partir au parc.

Nous faisons un petit crochet sur la route pour faire un coucou à Damien, j’en profite pour faire de jolis dessins. Nous allons ensuite au parc de Merl. Je pédale de mieux en mieux, je m’amuse beaucoup et nous passons une très bonne après midi. Nous la terminerons devant un bon chocolat chaud. 18h15, nous quittons le Parc, il fait déjà bien nuit. Nous nous arrêtons au restaurant pour prendre des plats "à emporter", je goûte un lassi à la mangue.

18h45, nous avons nos plats et partons manger chez Damien, je mange de bon appétit. De retour à la maison, j’embrasse Papa très fort, je me mets en pyjama, deux chansons, une bon fou rire et me voici au lit, il est 20h15. Rédacteur : Aurélia, ma Maman.

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Why Damien should go into PR:
“I just had an orgasm eating that soup. You want some?“

Mark on producing lovejuice:
“That’s what I was built for“

Mark: “I think I can actually feel my liver being swollen.“
Mia: “You want me to step on it?“
Mark: “I don’t think that would help.“

I have been in Cardiff for almost two months now. And never have I before encountered people with so many juicy quotes. I have been taking them down and writing on my facebook quote page. There is however only so much that will fit on that page, plus it might seem a bit odd if I have so many quotes from Mark all the time. So I thought a blog is a lot more subtle and funnier way to convey the hilariousity that I am surrounded with.

Here’s the crop so far, taken from my facebook quote page:

Mark’s justification for being drunk before 6pm: “In my mind it feels later because it’s dark already.“

Mark on the men’s toilet at the Millenium Music Hall: “It smells like piss but I love it.“

Mark on spitting: “It’s my way of getting pee out without actually peeing.“

Mark: “I was conceived before I was born… perhaps.“

Mark opening a wine bottle with his superman strength: “I don’t know how average people get this done“

Mia: “Yea, in Finland we don’t really do the whole kissing thing.” (Mark looks puzzled) “I mean to greet and so on…“
Mark: “Okey, because I was already wondering how do you procreate then“

Mark: “South Africa… isn’t that kinda Scandinavian?“

Mark: “Don’t judge me by the size of the hole I make in the ice-cream.“

Mark: “I’ve named myself as Herpistotle. The great philosopher with Herpes.“

Mark: “The Welsh language looks like someone fells asleep on a keyboard.“
Mia: “Yea, true. Soon we’ll come across Qwerty Street.“

Uncle Mark’s bedtime stories: “My favourite story about the Second World War…“

Nafsika: “Mark swore me not to tell about his ‘little secret’.“

Ole to Mark:
“I think you would like to be a British girl“

Ole: “I feel like inside a condom.“

George: “Mark, how’s your liver?“
Mark: “Cirrhosisy. Yes, I just made cirrhosis into an adjective.“

Damien: “Yea I don’t know how to pronounce that word, I’ll spell it out for you.“
Mia: “Ok” (starts typing)
Damien: “f-e-l-l-a-t-i-o“
Mia: “oh… hmm… I’m not going to tell you what that means, better ask Mark.“

Damien on Mark’s cooking:
“It’s ok, better than shit.“

Damien: “There’s an old Chinese proverb that sex and food complete a person. I’m now half complete.“

Emma: “Helsinki… sounds like slinky.“