My Weekend Is All Booked. Sorry!

Yoga is like music: the rhythm of the body, the melody of the mind, and the harmony of the soul create the symphony of life.

-B.K.S. Iyengar

Recipe for creation:

I wondered through the internet to find a nice Balinese salad recipe (I am heading over to Bali soon), I stumbled across a salad called the 'seasonal salad', and instantly I fell in love with the name, so creatively simple. The name justifies for the salad and the best thing about this is that you can put every edible vegetable you want into a bowl. And that was the recipe.  It's super healthy and just what I need for my summer body diet.

I tweaked the recipe a little and made an Asian dressing to go with the theme. Here is my version for the seasonal salad called 'Summa's Seasonal Salad'

Ingredients

Green cabbage

Tomato

Radish

Carrot

Lebanese cucumber

Bean sprout (ready to eat)

Potato (boiled)

Egg (boiled)

Prawns (optional)

Coriander (for garnish)

Dressing

Lime

Fish sauce

Soy sauce

Palm sugar

1 hot chilli

1 garlic

Method:

Chop or cut up the vegetable they way you want it. Put it into a bowl. Mix it all together. Pour the dressing over it.

This dress is to die for!

www.bohemiandiesel.com/photography/shoots/jewelry/ax-apple-with-asher-moss

The country of my people

It’s almost always worth getting up early. #myanmar on Flickr.

I think I understand now why so many artists create out of a place of sadness. Pain is one of the most powerful emotions a soul can feel, and when it holds hands with love, it is intoxicating and overwhelming to the point that such small hearts must project some of that pain into art, music or poetry, or be consumed by it. We can only relieve ourselves of a fraction of that pain though. If we got rid of all of it we would be nothing. Absent. Sometimes our pain, just like our happiness, defines us

Z.M.   (via wordsnquotes)

So beautifully written

Mantra

I search to be completely human; to feel, to give, to talk, to laugh, to get lost, to be found, to dance, to love; to just be so human

Food:

Under Single Fin (forgot the name of restaurant) Our first Balinese meal was to die for. I am so obsessed with Nasi Goreng and getting to eat it authentically is what I’ve always imagined to do. In this aspect, authenticity is what we all should do and aim for; imitations aren’t always 100% right on the spot and won’t satisfy.

Although restaurants may serve food to our standard, myself personally feel in love with the street food and little fast food restaurants along the side of the road. For about $1.50-$2, you can get delicious fried rice, noodles and vegetables that will melt in your mouth. Some may feel uncomfortable with street food but let me tell you, I am still alive and didn't get sick once from street food.

Amazing

. by peter methven on Flickr.

Aminosity towards unknown

The other day, someone broke into my car by smashing my window. This made me furious because all my identity was gone, the thought of someone else knowing my details gave me a nightmare. Not only that but now I am left with the responsibility to get the window repaired. I was full of rage and felt like the world was against me. I wanted to do bad things and prayed that the thief had something terribly absurd happen to him/her/them. I hated the person who did this and I don’t even know the person. 

After so much anger , I realised this behaviour was something I was against. I acted like Emily Thorne from Revenge. The anger was eating up my peace. I took out my anger to the people who are closet to me. I felt so angry at everything. I cried because I was annoyed. Within a week, this behaviour needed to stop. I reflected and knew I had to accept what had happen, and move on. I realised I was being a sook. Why was I making a scene over something I could repair? People are suffering from illnesses, dying of hunger, fighting to stay alive, and I’m over here crying over a stolen wallet.

Bad things will happen but we cannot let these bad things take away our happiness. Some people are raised up with no love, all they see around them are hate and how to survive on a daily basis. I need to not cry over a materialistic item and focus on the real humanity issue.

Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest—thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the under wood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.

Beau Taplin (via jinx—removing)

You are not a temple. You are a forest