TELL EM THAT'S IT'S MY BIRTHDAY

I wrote a post last night where I got kind of moody about today. It started like this:
Today is my birthday. Today is my birthday. It's a bit weird to type/say/think out without singing the rest of that one Lorde song from Pure Heroine. But today is my birthday and I'm sixteen. 

Except I don't feel sixteen. And I don't know if it's because I haven't fully recovered from last year's turning-the-only-difference-between-fourteen-and-fifteen-is-twelve-months disease (I sort of blogged about it here). Or maybe it's because all of my friends have always been a year older than me and hearing about driving permits, job applications and the stress of university applications has me wishing. Or maybe it's because this is the first time my birthday's in the holidays.
Whatever it is, I don't feel sixteen. I've taken to telling everyone I'm seventeen going on sixty-three. It's not that I'm not ashamed of sixteen or just actively lying to people but in my mind I am not sixteen. I guess this is reverse mid-life crisis or something. Except it's not a bad thing.

I'm probably just this confused because I haven't enjoyed a birthday since Grade Seven. This time last year, most of my friends had disappointed/upset me, my mom forgot, I took the bus late, fell asleep and ended up at the wrong stop. I walked home, with a heavy heart and heavy school bag, wearing a bra (red flag number eighty-three), in tears because everything was so miserable. And then no one wanted to go out for my birthday (I quasi-blogged through my feelings and soon last the nicest blazer I've ever owned).

But while most of those feelings are still in my soul, I am so happy. It's been such a great day already and I haven't felt this glad about my birthday since I was twelve. So I wanna do something, like, big to commerate this. Well, bigger than my thighs will be after the truckloads of carbs and fizzy drinks I'm about to dive into today. I'm thinking a giveaway or making a care package(s) (with, like, a journal, sparkly pens, sweets that can survive long distance of any sort, a flower tiara/something cutesy and craftsy and so on) so I just wanna know who would be interested.

And here's some stuff from the past six days of holiday!

Forever and ever and ever (16 has been amazing)
Khenzo xx

Except for the Fact it was My Birthday, My Stupid Birthday

 

Every 16 April since I was eleven I would wake up at 3:34 am to witness myself become one year older at 3:35 am. But the minute would come and then pass and I didn't really feel any grand significance or received some aurora of epiphanies. Turning twelve felt like being eleven, thirteen was just like twelve and fourteen was practically identical to thirteen. That didn't distinguish the eternal flame of birthday excitement I would have. I'd be a centimeter taller (that is if that old lady wasn't telling me an old wives' tale), people would shower me in gifts and attention and I could get away with bossing people around and, hello, original cake day!

Now I'm fifteen and a day and it means... nothing, really. I don't know if my lack of excitement is due to the bitterness that comes with age (in Mexican culture I am a woman) or if I'm in some sort of a rut or because this is the great epiphany I'd been searching for year after year. But it at least meant cake, presents and I can finally get a job.
Oh, gosh.
That's what I have to look forward to now. Getting a J-A-B.
At least I got this really pretty watch: (be jelly)

Khenzo xx

I Hope You Get Your Just Desserts

If life only came down to great shoes and rich pastries, I think I would be what you'd call "consistently going after the dream" and "eternally hungry." Which is to say nothing excites me more than wonderfully, creatively and mind-bogging made desserts. I'm sure we've all been around We Heart It and seen the millions of Tumblr blogs (check out mine: Glitter Daiquiri) and ooh'd at the rainbow cupcakes with swirling icing, the cakes in the shapes of shoes, lip-glosses and Sesame Street characters, we've aah'd at the colourful macaroons, chocolate waterfalls and Oreo creme-somethings.

No wonder obesity is on the rise. I get a tooth ache every time I log onto my computer.

But for me, it's not even about what's going to dance on my taste buds and make me die a little inside when I step onto the scale -OK, it's a little bit a lot about that- it's also about the work that goes into getting these desserts perfect and fluffy and rich. It's about the creativeness and ingenuity and backwards thinking that goes behind  princess carriages and race track cakes. I think bakers and pastry chefs are one of the most practical left-side brained people out there, even if making people fat isn't too practical.

But for now, just hand me another slice of that tart.

Yours truly, 

Khenzo xx

Lost at Sea Cake

Snow Men Cupcakes

Gifts Cupcakes

Upper East Side Royalty Inspired Cupcakes

iPhone App Cupcakes

The Lost Book of Salem Cupcakes

Summer Themed Bikini Cupcakes

Spring Themed Picnic Cupcakes

Penguin Cupcakes

Cute Zoo Animals Cupcakes

 Black Tie Cupcake and Egg Blue (almost like a Tiffany's box) Cupcake

The Start-My-Diet-On-Monday Package