Weekend

"I tried taking pictures, but they were so mediocre. I guess every girl goes through a photography phase. You know, horses... taking dumb pictures of your feet."-Lost in Translation

...or in my case, taking pictures of things lying around my bedroom. Anyway, the point of this post is to rave about the red velvet cake from the fabulous baker boy and I can do so in just two words. So good. There. Simple & succinct, and the reason why I can never be a food journalist.  

New beginnings

Is it really January already? The new year has come and gone but a part of me is still clinging on to the remnants of 2012. With that said, December has got to be my favourite month of the year. For the past 4 years, December has come to signify different things - all important in equal measure. For one, it marks the end of yet another grueling semester and the start of the holidays. It also means coming home to family and friends and spending lots of quality time with them. 

January is always bittersweet for me. My sister goes back to the States and everything seems a little hazy after the holidays. But it's also that time of the year when everything feels new again. 2012 was good. I'll learn to take the good with the bad and to roll with it. Hello 2013, lets make this year count x 

“You are not your bra-size, nor are you the width of your waist, nor are you the slenderness of your calves. You are not your hair color, your skin color, nor are you a shade of lipstick. Your shoe-size is of no consequence. You are not defined by the amount of attention you get from males, females, or any combination thereof. You are not the number of sit-ups you can do, nor are you the number of calories in a day. You are not your mustache. You are not the hair on your legs. You are not a little red dress.You are no amalgam of these things.You are the content of your character. You are the ambitions that drive you. You are the goals that you set. You are the things that you laugh at and the words that you say. You are the thoughts you think and the things you wonder. You are beautiful and desirable not for the clique you attend, but for the spark of life within you that compels you to make your life a full and meaningful one. You are beautiful not for the shape of the vessel, but for the volume of the soul it carries.”