Life of a Foxy Siren

So yeah I've thought about this on Sunday and my brain can't stop harrasing me till I blog this off.

Can you imagine how good it is to wake up at 7.30am on a Sunday?
(are you kidding? anyone would kill for some extra sleep in!) But yeh it actually feels good... My Sundays were usually the earliest at 8-ish to 9, but thats because Sundays are usually the stay and enjoy home days, haha. I swapped it with Saturday this time.

Some time spent browsing mag while devouring my Sausage McMuffin, hmmm even that hunky lad from the gym don't come close. (actually he aint that hunky.. just that he looks boyishly charming, but a tad bit too old-fashioned-chinese-look; not my type)

A decent looking car pulled up and a late twenties to early thirties man stepped out (well he looked that age, unless he has been downing collagen pills then different story). And then his dad... a really old "ah pak" with a walking stick. My first thought? Wow, so fillial!! Taking his old man for breakfast on a weekend (instead of a woman he shags.. yeah I know I'm mean)

Anyway, that a very soothing sight.. you know, accompanying your parent/s. And I started to think, does this still happen alot here nowadays? Certainly not so in the West, but its also slowing fading away here...

I myself have always have meals with my momma at least a few times a month and feel pretty normal. But seeing another doing is feels a lil weird.. hehe.

So just a thought.. nice to know there are ppl out there who cares about their parents instead of chucking them into homes... But hell, I might end up in one hey? Since I don't fancy having kids.... bloody hell.

Momma got me go green with jealousy with her fruit enzymes and vinegar!
*grins* not that I'm unable to make them, I just dont have enough spaces in my fridge. I finished my bottle of tomato enzyme (it better helps in fighting off cancer!) and am so tempted to make another jar.

But a little lazy coz momma just gave me a bottle of papaya enzyme.. and golly its tasty! My greedy lil taste buds are yearning for the delicious berries mixed with papaya... yummmmm.. spoilt girl. ;)

Black Dates Vinegar
-improve weak spleen and stomach function
-resolves fatigue (desperately need this)
-improves anemia
-prevents menstrual disorder
-soothes PMS (hahaha you lucky bastards!)

600gm black dates
150gm brown sugar
1000ml vinegar
-Steep 3 months, 30ml dilute 5x.

Cest tout :)

One of those out of the blue reflection that hit me with a smile:-

I was preparing to cook dinner, chopping a clove of garlic. I kinda whacked it flat to remove the skin and suddenly thought about momma..

The first time I chopped garlic, it took me like forever coz I was pretty slow mo and got a lil too careful. Momma laughed at me and teased: "My darling daughter.. the garlic won't feel pain you know.. now you just have to give it a good whack and it'll be done.." Lol.. I'm weird in a way I feel that all things have feelings. Like I won't trim plants with perfectly good leaves coz its painful and wasting? Hahaha..

And momma would always (ALWAYS) remind me that things won't feel hurt so I don't have to be soooo gentle doing stuffs (like peeling oranges, pinching bean sprouts etc)

Anyway it did some good for me.. dinner was a breeze, else it probably would take hours hahaha. I was thinking hmm will I be saying this to my daughter in the future? Nah!!! I don't want kids :P

Nice Saturday.. good to stay home all day without going out.

I also realised that it would probably kill me if I own a mansion.. imagine all the cleaning. Not gonna spend my weekend cleaning 7 toilets, thank you!!! xD

Feels good thinkin of my momma.. gave a call some minutes ago, she was playing mahjong. How cool was that? ;)

Ahem.. not that I need it hehe. Just that I happens to have some fresh mushrooms, so... why not try something different?

Here it is..
- White button mushroom
- Shiitake mushroom
- Minced meat
- Onions
- Sesame oil
- Olive oil
- Miso

Eat it with pasta.. :)
The outcome?

I'd like it abit saltier.
I think the button mushroom is best boiled first? (??)

End it with Saxbys Ginger Beer - a lil lemon juice added to it would be perfect, me thinks!

A few steps away from my apartment, holding my Woof and looking at the view.. a few tail waggings and a lick on my chin later, it hit me. I have forgotten how to live my life. 5 freaking years.. I have wasted 5 years.

When was the last time I brought Woof down for a walk? Or a trip to the beach?
Ok, well the reason I can't take him down is because its an apartment, I am not supposed to keep him! And after the tsunami thingy, I haven't been to the beach myself. But thats beside the point..

Woof ran to me happily wagging his tail, coming to me for a hug. The 5 mins out there standing made me feel so happy. There was this rush of contentment that washed over me, just that 5 mins. Why have I forgotten all the simple things that can make me smile? (I don't even need money for this!! Sod OT)

I spent my last 5 years in a frantic rush.
Rush to work, rush to gym, rush to read, rush to scrub the house clean, rush the shopping, rush to plan, just rush, rush, and more rush.

And yet:-
- Work was never finished. Yeah sure I get excellent reviews from bosses. Ppl look so highly upon me, I got promoted, earn more, I'm a star, a legend, the best. I spent 12 hours a day at work to deserve this. By the time I got off work, I'd be so tired all I wanna do is flop. I never want to hang out anymore, turning me into a cold anti social creature.

- The house was never clean enough. Work stresses me out. I resort to retail therapy. I buy and buy and buy, bankrupting myself thinking I'd be happy if I have that expensive bath oil, that posh looking mobile. The stuffs then became clutters.. and again clutters stresses me out coz I dont know where to store them anymore. (I have my own apartment, and am already hogging up the whole place). I'm asset rich but emotionally drained of happiness.

- My reading time never relaxes me. It is one of my favourite things to do, and yet it didn't soothe me. Why? What happen to those times where I laugh like a silly girl reading something funny? Brits humor, clumsy chicks etc? Why do I rush thru those beautiful words without capturing the essence of it?

This realization hit me hard on the head.. and heart too.
I've not listened to my heart for a while now. My head rules, rules and rules. Don't do something foolish. Don't do it if it doesn't do me any good. Sometimes my heart wants to leap and skip and dance. My head says no, don't freaking waste those time.

Well feck rushing. Sod climbing the career ladder. Screw the rat race.

I am throwing out my precious junks. (Already did some, and my.. I love the space!)
I will spend more time with Woof, just playing silly and pets.
I will read when i feel like it, laugh or cry, so be it.
I will reply to emails when I want, and if I dont feel like chatting, its just not your day.
I will look up the sky with seas of stars, with my steaming cup of tea and make wishes, silly or not.
I will cook even though I know I'm lazy to most of the time.
I will blog too (haha, sarcastic witch!!)

That said, I really feel so much better now.. so relieved.
Its about time I do what I'm supposed to do - just LIVE.

I wish the same for you too.

<3 Love my Woof! <3

Penetrating The Darkness
Wisdom Of The Owl



For as long as humankind has recognized animals as teachers, wise men and women have recognized traits worthy of respect in both wild and domestic creatures. The cultural and spiritual significance of certain animals transcends geographical boundaries, unifying disparate peoples. Not so the majestic and mysterious owl, which has over many millennia served as the focal point of numerous contradictory beliefs. Though owls have been regarded with awe and fascination, they have also inadvertently served as agents of fear. Since owls are nocturnal, human-owl encounters tended to occur at night and likely when the bird was swooping silently down to earth to grapple with prey. Yet even as some shied away from the owl, calling it an agent of darkness, others recognized the depths of awareness in beautiful owl’s eyes.

In the classical Greek tradition, an owl could often be found perched on the shoulder of Athena, goddess of wisdom, while owls could ward off bad luck in Roman lore. It is in Native American mythos, however, that the owl attains its own unique identity. Owls are patient messengers, bringers of information and the holders of wisdom, and they are capable of seeing the unseen. With their keen eyesight, they can glance into the soul to discern meaning and motive, and they are totems of truth. Unlike our distant forebears, we may never encounter an owl in the wild, but we can nonetheless internalize the wisdom of the owl by attuning ourselves to its most venerable qualities. Fully integrating the medicine of the owl into spiritual existence is a matter of considering how we might open ourselves more fully to the wisdom that can be found in the larger universe.

Should you find your efforts blocked as you commune with the owl, remember that it was not always revered as an icon of wisdom. This denizen of the nighttime has overcome many prejudices in its long association with humankind. To reveal those hidden elements of the self that impact your life for better or for worse, you must often make your way through the darkest parts of your soul as if you yourself are the nocturnal hunter. There is indeed darkness both inside the self and outside the self, but like the owl you can transcend it by drawing nourishment from the insights you receive when you penetrate it.

No Hard Edges
Creating Space In The Body

Our minds and bodies are interconnected, and the condition of one affects the condition of the other. This is why meditation is such a powerful tool for healing the body, as powerful as physical therapies. When our minds are cluttered with thoughts, information, and plans, our bodies respond by trying to take action. When the body has a clear directive from the mind, it knows what to do, but a cluttered, unfocused mind creates a confused, tense body. Our muscles tighten up, our breath shortens, and we find ourselves feeling constricted without necessarily knowing why.

When we sit down to meditate, we let our bodies know that it is okay to be still and rest. This is a clear directive from the mind, and the body knows exactly how to respond. Thus, at the very beginning, we have created a sense of clarity for the body and the mind. As we move deeper into meditation, the state of our mind reveals itself, and we have the opportunity to consciously decide to settle it. A meditation teacher pointed out that if you put a cow in a small pen, she acts up and pushes against the boundaries, whereas if you provide her with a large, open space, she will peacefully graze in one spot. In the same way, our thoughts settle down peacefully if we provide them with enough space, and our bodies follow suit.

When we settle down to examine and experience our consciousness, we discover that there are no hard, definable edges. It is a vast, open space in which our thoughts can come and go without making waves, as long as we let them by neither attaching to them nor repressing them. As we see our thoughts come and go, we begin to breathe deeper and more easily, finding that our body is more open to the breath as it relaxes along with the mind. In this way, the space we recognize through meditation creates space in our bodies, allowing for a feeling of lightness and rightness with the world.

This weekend was all about enzyme. I went back home to find jars and jars and jars of enzyme. Grapes, green apple, dragon fruit, pineapple, orange, and mixed fruit. Gosh, heavenly when I tasted them.

I got mom to translate some of the pages from the book I bought. Bummer I don't read mandarin. :S Can't wait till my own tomato enzyme is ready. Should be by this weekend I guess.

Tomato enzyme:
- Anti cancer
- Purifies blood
- Improves eyesight

I forgot the rest lol.