I wanna be a part of it..FITZROY FITZROY

Ok, so near where I live there is a suburb called Fitzroy and I personally think that it is the New York of Melbourne. Its glamorous, filled with strong minded people who really know how to live, great eateries and vintage shops and other small businesses. So if you're sick of the busyness that has taken over the heart and soul of towns and cities, take a moment to stop and think when your in Fitzroy. I mean, they even have a community garden! I don't know what can make a whole town into one whole, free thinking community. What's its secret? Please do tell us Fitzroy and stop us from all turning into a mass of missinformed products of consumerism.

As a vegetarian, I find myself quite limited when it  comes to finding a good place to eat something I actually like, but last night the options were endless. We ended up dining at  YONG GREEN FOODS Brunswick st Fitzroy

It is a small but gorgeous restaurant with beautiful wall art and great ambience that celebrates different cultures as well as the raw living. Yes people, it is now officially a culture. 

rawsangia

Raw pecan pie

Quinoa patty

Pescatarian!!!

The switch from non veg to pescatarian

I think it's too early for me to say that I am pescetarian , though I have gone for 4 months without touching other meats. 

Why? Why would I choose to say no to pepperoni pizza and chicken curry? Well I'm not a particulaly religious person so I would have to say for the life style. My mum is into a lot of organic foods and I'm fascinated by the idea. "Food made out of food" has become the new favourite saying for nutritionists but many of us fail to see the truth in it.

Our bodies where made for processing organic foods. Back in the day, we ate food in the most simplest forms; nuts berries, leafs, legumes and even the meat that we ate was raw. Don't worry, I'm not saying we go extreme cave men and start eating raw meat, but it definitely won't do us any harm to use our bodies the way that they were meant to be used. We don't use metal spoons while cooking in non-stick pans, we don't pour water over electric items, we don't wash denim jeans in warm water, so why would we fill our stomachs and blood streams with chemicals, dyes, processed meat, cancerous cells, pesticide, insecticide and and billions of "icides"? Come on people, we are what we eat, and who wants to be a "icide"? Your 20 letters long. Thats half your problem. No one would remember you, and even worse, your microscopic so you wouldn't be seen aaaand your hated by every scientist who needs to spell your name out a few dozen times in his or her essay.

So people, do yourself a favour, there are heaps of recipies online but my favourite meal of the day is breakfast because I get to make it myself. You can add fruit, nuts, spices, milk, honey or vanilla essense and create different combinations to make a delicious brekkie, quick and easy.

 jar oats: 
What you need:

1/3 cup rolled oats
2/3 cups milk
mason jar (just cuz they look funky) or a cup or bowl if you wanna be boring
1/2 tablespoon chia seeds (your choice)
raisins, cranberries, dried apricots, apples what ever really
1 teaspoon honey
nuts: almonds, walnuts, pecans

To make
1. Chuck everything in together
2. cover and leave in fridge overnight
3. grab on the way to work, or school

or if you have 1 extra minute
Blueberry oat smoothie

1/3 cup rolled oats
2/3 cups milk + 1/2 cupmilk
1/2 a table spoon chia seeds
1 tablespoon honey
half a cup frozen blueberries

1. add the rolled oats and 2/3 cups of milk and the chia seeds together in a jar or cup or bow, cover and leave in the fridge over night
2. in the morning, add the mixture plus the frozen blueberries and the extra milk and honey into the blender
3. process until there are no lumps and bumps.

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Adulthood

Im 15 now, almost three years until I leave my childhood behind and become and adult.

Adult; the word seems so foreign to me. You know, if you repeat the word a few dozen times, the meaning becomes lost and you begin to doubt its existence. That's how I feel about the Adulthood, though I don't have to repeat it a few dozen times to feel this way. Is there a thick glass wall standing between childhood and adulthood? And  if there is, does it simply shatter when you turn eighteen or do some people get stuck behind it? 

Yes, well frankly I'm scared. I'm not scared of growing up, or maturing. I fine with that. Im scared of the transition. The decisions that I'll be forced to make, the friendships I'll have to break and the life changing factors that may rule my life for ever once I get back my ATAR, or choose which course I'm going to do and where. Will I travel? Will I move out of home and where will I work? What will I become?

Its a bit early for me to be thinking about it and they tell me that when the time actually comes it won't be much of a big deal. Like when you were a 12 year old girl waiting to turn 13 so you could enter the teenage world. You thought that you would feel different. You thought that you would want to wear make up, and short skirts and talk about boys as soon as you blew out those candles. Yea those things happened, but they evolved. they didn't happen immediately. 

So that's it. I keep telling myself, it's just going to be like my 12th birthday all over again. I keep telling myself that its going to be a smooth transition. But it's not. Because I'm going to be older, a whole lot less naive, and that childish innocence wont be there to protect me.

OMG my first enlarged photo!!!!!!

Oh this week I had the opportunity to enlarge one of my photos and it turn out great. It was a really long and stressfull process where I exposed quite a few photographic paper but Im really happy with it :)

Curse Of the Blue Sari

Yes, the time has come for this little Lankan lady to wear a sari. Ugh! Yea, all you people look at all the lovely sequined sari's and think "oh! so beautiful!". But all my cousins back in Sri Lanka are looking at pictures of above-the-knee cocktail dresses shamelessly thinking "dayam, maybe I could just use my sari and make it into one of those things".

 I do bharatanatyam, a form of classical Indian dancing, and from as long as I could remember, I would just sit there like the naive little kid I was in my plain Salwar uniform and watch the senior girls dancing in their colourful sari uniforms. I yearned for the day that I would be given a neatly pressed Sari material. Once I was seen with one on, I would be considered a "big girl". It's a sort of coming of age thing I guess.

Anyway, a few months ago, my dance teacher brought back a nicely pressed blue Sari dance uniform from India and when she handed it to me, I held it as if it were made of glass. I held it lightly, as if it were something magical that withheld some unimaginable power. I held it as if this thin sheet of material was my right of passage to the "big girl world". I took it home and placed it very gently on top of my desk. And it sat there...for three months.

Last night was the first time I tried it on. The first thing I thought, five minutes into starting to pleat "OMG! how on earth am I supposed to do this!? The pleats at the front go in one direction the the pleats across your chest go in another, then you have to tuck the bloody damn thing into so many different places you look like your 5 months pregnant!

But hallelujah, After 2 hours of trying to figure the thing out, I did it! All by myself! No help what so ever! Dancing in it was a whole other issue though.

Nevertheless, I'm soooo proud of my self







Tooddleesss

SOooooo....I GOT A BLOG!

Yes everybody, I got a blog.

I keep a journal and stuff but, my hands get tired from holding a pencil. I mean, come on! I hold pencils enough as it is at school and stuff so I figured why not type stuff up instead!?

SO HERE IT IS. 

This may be like the other fifty times I tried keeping track of my life or it may be the start of a new and wonderful relationship with my computer where we have evening typing sessions every single day over a tuna sandwich. Or it could be a scandalous one night affair thing but I don't care. 

SOOOOO, IM SUCH A NOOOB.

How do I do stuff on here??