Day 2: Something you feel strongly about.

I just think he is amazing. He defines sports in the best way possible in every aspect. 
He is a fighter. He plays for the love of the game. And he carries himself in such a way that you can't tell whether or not he lost whenever he walks off the court. He carries himself with the same pride and respect whether he lost or won. That's a true athlete. 

Day 1: Five ways to win your heart.

1. Guys with a stubble beard.
2. A good sense of humour.
3. Some brain. Scratch that. A lot of brain.
4. Good kisser.
5. Good in the sack. "My heart lives in my vagina."

30 Day Challenge.

Just give it a try.

I do it every year and I barely get half of it done. I still try though.

Hugs are magical.

First time sledding.

Christopher and me. So grateful that I got to meet a guy like him.

I consider myself very lucky if I have one good day in a week. And yesterday was one of them. My friends took me sledding for the first time. The only downside was the bubble tease we went for earlier. Trust me, you do not want to go tobogganing without having fully digested your meal. Fortunately my taro-coconut bubble milk tea remained where it should be.

It is such a beautiful feeling. Just imagine, making a crazy downhill run on a toboggan and feeling like a kid again. For the briefest moment, nothing in the world matters - gone are the responsibilities, regrets, or upcoming consequences. Feeling the cool air against your face as you go down, surrounded by trillions of snowflakes, nature and people you love; I mean, having all that, how can someone ask for more?

The crazy part is that it took me almost 19 years to experience this, which made me realize a few things about me. First of all, I have not had the typical north american childhood like almost everyone around me. I barely remember believing in Santa Claus because my brother ruined it for me. But I am kinda glad that I wasn't begging my parents to take a picture of me sitting on an old man's lap as a kid.

Secondly, I don't go out much anymore. Back home I used to go jogging every other day and now I'm just a lame ass blogger who spends most of her time on facebook, watching tv shows and eating like a pig. How sad is this? Soon enough I'll be skipping classes to stay home on my couch eating pop corn, and I wouldn't feel the need to shower, then I'll get fat, I'll drop out of university, I won't have a degree, no jobs, live off my mom's money - mother of god, I'm a failure.

Well, that escalated rather quickly, didn't it? Quite the drama queen, aren't I?

My point is, I'm going for a walk now.

Keep up if you can. Or die.

It’s not the end of the world, and that’s the
worst of it, because you feel at your
own end while everything is just
seamlessly going on ahead.