the help.

at the moment i'm reading a wonderful novel. it's called "the help", by kathryn stockett and is about, african american maids in jackson, missippi during the 1960s . it's written in the perspective of 3 women, two of whom are maids and one who is white and willing to make things change.

it shows the daily life of african american maids, how they raise the white womens children, yet are not allowed to use the same bathroom, let alone go to college. it shows how difficult it was for people who wanted to change things, to actually do so. it shows the stubbornness and naivety that dominated especially in the southern states. all in all it is a good reminder of how content we can be that nowadays most of this is not the same. it should remind us that people fought for certain rights. rights that allow me to have the opportunities and the lifestyle that i luckily have. and these people should not be forgotten.

a mothers heart is a patchwork of love.

my mom is my hero. she is the person i look up to. she is the person i run to when i don't know what to do next. shes the one that knows exactly if i'm just faking a smile. she knows whether or not i've been quietly crying through the night. she's always on my side, whether i'm right or wrong. and she's always there for me. she would always defend me. she'll never leave me. she'll always know who i am, even if i may loose sight of myself. and she'll do all that without expecting anything from me. a mothers care is simply something that can not be replaced by anything else.

venice.

italy, a land so lively, a land so vibrant. last year i traveled through europe, also through italy. i went to milan, rom, lucca, pisa, florence and my favourite italian city, venice. venice, is in my eyes a mysterious city. it's a city you can easily get lost in and find the most beautiful spots. it is a city i will definatly visit again.

web.

like a bug trapped in a spiders web. that is how i feel sometimes. i'm trapped and wriggling like crazy to get loose. but i'm stuck. and the more i move and struggle, the worse it gets. but should i just wait for the spider to come and get me? should i just give up? or should i fight? of course i'll fight. thats how it should be, because no matter how bad a situation seems, there is always a bright side. there is always a sunny side. you just have to wriggle yourself out of the web, spread your wings and fly.

smoochie.

xoxo.

i am.

i am weird. i am goofy. i am shy. i am girly. i am complicated. i am me. i might not be exactly what i want to be, nor may i be exactly what you wish for me to be. but i know i'm going to be the best me that i can possibly be. simply a happy me. one that knows whats right and whats wrong. one that doesn't give up easily. one that doesn't treat others badly. one that knows what she wants and gets exactly that. simply the me that i was meant to be.

yummy, yummy, yummy, i got love in my tummy.

doesn't this rasberry tart simply look delicious? thanks, to my lovely mom. oh, and it tastes even better than it looks. ;)

xoxo.