What’s in this stuff?

We all have heard about McDonalds good not getting mould because of all the junk and preservatives they out in it…. But what about Coles bread?
I ran a small test by accident. I had a loaf of helgas bread and a loaf of Coles brand bread sitting in the back of the fridge for about 4 weeks (not my fault I don’t eat gluten anymore).
Today I finally pulled them out to put in the compost. But the helgas bread had mould like you would expect….

But the Coles bread had nothing! Not one visible spot.



What are they putting in this bread? What ever it is, it’s my guess its not going to be good for us.


A New Begining

Hey guys! ūüôā

I am on my first week of my new Degree in Natural Medicine. Let me tell you IT IS HARD WORK! I have been going from 8-4 since Monday I am so tired.. more importantly my right hand feels like nothing… I swear it went numb after the worst painful ache, But luckily I was prepared, a nice heat pack for my poor hand after all that writing.

It is unusual from me to be this passionate about educations. But I guess I just found my calling. One of the first questions I was asked for one of my modules struck me..

What makes you want to do this?

what do you want from this?

What will you do with this?

After reading some more questions about my inner self I decided I probably should try and answer them. I think I must have sat there for an hour just thinking before I knew how to say it.


Next thing I know I have 6 pages of scrawled handwriting with my answers. I barely recall writing them but it just came to me. Reading back over it, it made me think and pray that I remain like this. How I am now. Not stagnant and never learning, but with an attitude like this, so passionate and open. I do fear sometimes that it may escape me and I will loose my purpose.

But if I am so easy to loose it, then it wasn’t supposed to be for me.


Comic Strip Of My Life!


I sometimes wonder how others see me when I am in a relationship. A few weeks ago my best friend sent me this as a joke when I asked her ‘How do you see me when I am in a relationship?’.¬†After¬†talking to someone¬†I met on a bus about their¬†relationship¬†problems and how his past girlfriends had changed themselves to be with him.
One thing I know is that I don’t change my interests for anyone, I’ll¬†expand¬†and¬†adapt¬† but never give up my own¬†personality.¬†Unfortunately¬†I learnt that the hard way after loosing my own identity and interests in a¬†relationship.¬† In the end it left me with a feeling of loss.


  • My own taste in music
  • If I liked to read books still
  • If the style of clothes I worse I actually liked
  • The last time I saw¬†my best friends ( It had been 2 months)

Essentially I lost all my own interests. I felt I was half a person without him. Everything changed, I woke up and realized  Never Again would I let that happen. Since then I have been unyielding with my own identity, manipulating lovers to fit to my idea (Which is equally as bad!)

I admit I may have laughed like a crazy person when I saw this cartoon of what I had become but I guess its how I come off. All I can say is that at least in this cartoon I am represented as myself, clearly definable. (If anyone actually knows where this came from please let me know! I love it so much! :))

I never thought of myself as overprotective but apparently I have a vibe that is apparently not welcoming to females.¬†Great. One thing I¬†didn’t¬†want to¬†become¬†when I was in a¬†relationship¬†was possessive. But I guess it happened¬†regardless¬†and I am going to have to keep an eye on it.
Send me a comment if you are in a similar situation ūüôā

Sculptures By The Sea

So yesterday was HALLOWEEN! And it was amazing! I spent in total about $40 and spent around 14 hours constantly baking and cooking food. The perfect amount to feel 30 people who came to my Halloween party. My recipes will be in my next post. Any way, myself and another blogger, Cinammonandclouds, who fantastically enough lives near by to me (she is a quirky woman 50 years young and so much fun to hang out with) got up at four am and drove to Bondi beach to see Sculptures By The Sea WONDERFUL!
If you live in or near Sydney get your butt down to Bondi beach to see it, it ends on the 4th of November.

Cinammonandclouds and I left before the traffic and arrived at Bondi just before day break. Such a fantastic view from the top of the hill. I was surprised by the huge amounts of joggers already out and running. They looked so content.






















































*~Quick Rant, Scroll down if you are not in the mood for a pity party~*

I would consider it a great morning. All done by 8am. A really great experience. the one thing both Cinnamonandclouds and I realised is just how entitled some of the runners and cyclists are. I was extremely shocked by how rude both groups were. This is just a generalisation but the people we saw that day were insanely rude. The runners pushing past many of the elderly walkers. I can understand you want to run, then run, You want to run fast then wait for an appropriate time to pass, not the very narrow pathway that doesn’t have a rail. Gee. It actually drove me crazy how inconsiderate of others a few people were. And cyclists. Oh gosh. Now I really enjoy beach running and the occasional cycle on a bike path. But what gets my knickers in a twist is when cyclist ride on the road when there is a bike path designed just for them. So, not only does the road have less lanes to provide for a footpath and a cycle lane that is EMPTY, about the 20 cyclist that I saw¬† took up the entire lane traveling in separate packs. I don’t understand at all what¬†possess them to do this.
Cyclists and I have issues, I am not going to lie,¬†ever¬†since I was a learner driver,¬†I went for a drive with my dad,¬†I was boxed in¬†going up a hill on a blind corner by cyclists for 45 minutes going at 10km¬†or less¬†and almost hit about 9 of them after the few that were not trapping me from moving were standing with their bikes in the middle of a road¬†next to an¬†intersection. (Specifically I am talking about¬†West Head¬†on the Northern Beaches. At 7am on a Saturday Morning¬†) On another note after finding that experience traumatic, I have about 4 people in my extended family who are right into it, I can understand the joy of the open road but seriously if there is a lane designed specifically for you, and you don’t need to turn and there is nothing wrong with the lane.. Why do they do it?!

*~End of Rant~*

But back to the good note that I will end on, It was warm and sunny and the water was beautiful! To get a boost of beautiful connection with the earth go for a barefoot walk on the beach and I will try to get some picture up from an art exhibit I went to in Liverpool Art Museum in the UK.
Have a great day. Happy Halloween

Halloween Is Comming

The Commercial celebration, Halloween, is fast approaching. For me it is the highlight of the year. But for some reason it has hardly crossed my mind, usually I will have some elaborate plan of my Halloween evening. This year my friends are all disperse over the country and I have barely thought of it until now.
Hastily I have made a quick party plan, inviting friends and neighbours to help me participate in Halloween. I have done a letter box drop of all the homes and apartments in my area, asking them to put a green balloon, which I had attached in my invitation, If they will give out candy/lollies/sweets to little tricker-treaters. Living in apartment block heaven I see how hard it is for many of the kids to fully experience things. This being one of them. On my own front door I will have balloons and a sign, welcoming tricker-treaters. Halloween is a time that I can embrace my Fortune telling passion and break out all my excitement for divination.
I encourage you to put out balloons and a little note to all your neighbours if you are in an area where trick or treating doesn’t happen.

Halloween is not an American Celebration Originally. Almost every country in the world has its own version of this date. In the southern Hemisphere we are actually celebrating Beltane, not Samhain (What is refered to as Halloween). Halloween is described as the Thinning of the veil between the two worlds (Our world and The Spirit world).
When things were more likely to die, as the seasons changed from Summer to Winter, a way of explaining this in every culture. (Southern Hemisphere – ignore this, when we Celebrate Halloween here it is at the wrong time of the year)

Samhain’s traditions have evolved over many many years:

The idea of Tricker-Treaters was poor Christians, offering to pray for the souls of others in exchange for a ‘soulcake’. Bet you didn’t know that.

Dressing Up – one idea where this has come from is: if you recal where I mentioned above that the Thinning of the veil occurred, Well many people used to belive that spirits could roam through, some were good… some not so much. People would disguise themselves so that they would not be harmed if the spirits were bad. Another theory is that dressing up was to scare the spirits off, trying to hide themselves so that they would remain untouched.

JackOLantern – Many different ideas about where this came from. After looking though my reasearch for my major work that was about the commercialism of Halloween. I found my old papers on the Parsnips and the old stories about the Devil being trapped in a tree. Parsnips and turnips were originally used instead of the Pumpkins we use today.



To Drink or Not To Drink

To Drink Or Not To Drink

I am so far two and a half months sober. I haven’t touched a drop of Alcohol.

At first it was hard
And two months on its still hard

I’m not going to lie I feel better for it. But the small tantrums I would have in my head before I could get out of bed each morning were like death to me. I think I felt like I was willing or forcing my body to function with alcohol…. This is something my brain wasn’t used to third resulting in my childlike tantrum that had to occurs each morning until my body realized it wasn’t getting any of it’s ( forgive my tolders and tiaras reference) Go-Go Juice. Now looking back I can’t help but laugh at how stupid I was, making it into such a big thing.
I’ll admit at the time I needed the pathetic tantrum each morning. I felt completely alone, I felt alienated from my mum, the person who I hoped would understand as she worked on the field. But she retracted for the first few weeks, I know she wanted to be there for me and she really did try and support me but I could tell she couldn’t cope. That was the whole reason I kept it from her in the first place. Seemed like I was going backwards. .

During that time I got closer to my dad, feeling the understanding my mum able to supply. All his past mistakes and our arguments were forgotten. It was nice to be accepted.

I don’t want to ramble on about drinking alcohol. But I’ll Clift notes it for you. I fell into it. It just landed in front of my like a ladder out of a hole I had fallen into. At 16, like every teenager I was going through thy stage of no one understands me and I have no one to turn to…. Well in my case I really did have no one to turn to.
I was in the united Kingdom, living with strangers who would make my life hell. I wish I was exaggerating
I was living with a heavy abusive alcoholic, a cruel and corrupted and greedy guardian and a their sons, who were older them me by three years and one had almost been to jail on sexual assault… Where do I did myself? Trapped by the sons constant unwelcome advances.
Where could I run to?
Home? My parents were in a messy divorce and had told me I had to stick it out. Notably I hadn’t gone into detail about the situation. But I wanted to make them proud of me. So I escaped to the pub. At 16 I found I could get away with what ever I wanted there. That’s where the trouble started.

When I was there I drank to escape those people.

When I came home I drank to escape from what I had done.

When I had drunk enough to block it out I drank to adapt, and make myself fit so my family and friends would stop asking things.

Then it became a habit.
School, Uni, Home. I wasn’t picky.
Then it became a problem.

I fixed the problem after looking for help myself

It may have hurt my family in the first instance but it I hadn’t it would have hurt them more.

No one wants to be like that…/em>;;

So if your drinking is getting a problem there is no harm in stoping.

I feel more ALIVE, I can do more things. Actually be there and experience it.

When I did give up alcohol I will admit to being on medication which lessened the blow and backlash my body felt. But regardless I know it is going to suck no matter how little or how much you drink.


Clubbing- a hateful word to my ears today. While I still try and go dancing with my girlfriends once a week, I find I no longer have the drive to stay out till 3 am and visit a great many bars. The buzz is gone. I don’t seem to be as excited to travel all the way into the city. I am saving a whole heap more money. But the conversations I usually find so interesting are full of dull and idiotic incoherent ramekins.
I am a party person, I don’t need an icebreaker, but having to wait an hour for my friends to drink enough confidence to dance with me is getting annoying.


Is it just me or when you drink do you get to the stage where you want to call you ex and beg them to take you back… Just another reason to take a break from alcohol after a break up.

I know my new method for getting over someone is to stir a spoon full of sugar into a shot of alcohol but, if you drink in excess you will find yourself
getting upset and almost defiantly regretting something.
And by something I mean getting caught getting naked in public…

It was a good idea at the time

doesn’t really cut it when you look through the pictures the next day.


Don’t get caught like I did, having different circles of friends can be hard. Each wanting to I out for a drink to catch up, I would find myself drinking with each group a few day a week each. My poor poor body.

It is going to take some time for my body to recover but I will give it all the time it needs.

But a big thank you goes to my mum and dad who have supported me when I needed them most. I love you. And I must thank my wonderful Mumma who had given up alcohol to help me through.

Sun Burn

Summer is almost upon us again here in Australia, and after a 28 degree day here I decided to write a post all about sun burn.



I have reasonably fair skin, growing up a street away from the beach and spending the majority of my childhood outside has left me with a good knowledge of the sun damage it causes.
For an entire year my back felt like crocodile skin after spending from 8am to 5pm in the sun with no protection.
worst pain imaginable
My skin blistered and my dad wanted to take me to hospital.

For serious burns like this from the sun my best advice that I know is alovera plant goo. not the bottle stuff!!!
To deal with my sunburn I was put in a cold bath with the warmest water I could cope with (room temperature) and about four liters of full cream milk were dumped in the bath with me. I say in the milk with my sun burn submerged for a long time. When I got out of the bath, Greek yogurt ( or plain ) was layered and smeared on my sun burn, thank god we had a liter of it, as my skin would heat it up, it would be replaced by fresh yogurt. I know it sounds crazy but it worked wonders

Cucumber and avocado were also given goes alternating on my sunburn as my skin heated them up.

I think I must have spent about 4 days in bed. In the dark. Drinking lots of fluids.

My skin is still scared, three years on, the outline is still there.
You would think I learnt my lesson I still manage to get sun burnt still, in my vein attempt to get enough vitamin D I have given up on commercial sunscreen as I think it is to strong. Instead I try and spend 15 minutes in the sun each day. But because of life getting in the way I don’t usually get to have this luxury. So be careful when your trying to catch up on vitamins D. The sun is hottest 11-3.

Be sun smart

And while I don’t condone looking orange from fake tan, it’s not the worst idea to invest in some to save yourself the skin damage and cancer