With the warmer weather down here, in addition to the beach, there is one thing I look forward every year: Mangoes. I absolutely love mangoes. It takes me back to my childhood days when my maternal grandfather spoilt me by buying me mangoes every summer and cutting them up into perfect little cubes. Not a holiday went by without mangoes. He would dutifully go and buy some from the market and make sure they were fresh and juicy. Ever since then, mangoes have been one of my favourite fruits.

In the last few years, I have also taken to making mango lassi at home. Best. Thing. Ever. I reckon my mango lassi is far better than the ones you get at restaurants here. Yes, I’m bragging. No, I’m not lying. The difference is I don’t put ice or water in mine. In the past week, I’ve been fortunate that my local fruit and veg store has started having mangoes on special. Resulting in us having a few glasses of mango lassi for dessert.

Mangoes remind me of summer. Of times less stressful. Of laid back days and the freedom of childhood.

And of course, they taste bloody good!

Do you have any fruit or dish that takes you back in time?

Do share!

***Linking with Alicia for Open Slather***

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Until next time,


There is some scary stuff out there


I recently was directed to a blog post that scared the crap out of me. Sarah Wilson apparently believes that self-hatred is the real cause of autoimmune disease. In her post, she does not use any scientific evidence to back up her claim, which let’s face it, is unlikely to have any randomised controlled trials anyway. She refers to a TED talk by someone who in her own words is a “healer to the stars”. I don’t know about you but that is not someone you can use as a credible scientist in my opinion. What was even scarier were some of the comments on her post that were almost bordering on reverence for Sarah.

Now I don’t know Sarah Wilson.  I do know she is the person behind I Quit Sugar — where she apparently also recommends not eating fruit or dried fruit. Once again, I’m not sure how much scientific research went into her program but there are people out there who swear by her. Me, I like my fruit. And I’ll eat a couple of serves a day.

I’m pretty sure Sarah Wilson is a nice person but bloggers like her worry me. They make claims on their blogs based on their spiritual and new-age beliefs and proclaim it like the gospel truth. Unfortunately, they also have a huge following who then take on those claims. The fact of the matter is that Sarah Wilson and these bloggers are NOT scientists or doctors or psychologists or mental health professionals or nutritionists themselves. Unless they are trained in any of these areas {and by that, I mean have a degree}, they are not in a position to make any of these claims. Because the fact of the matter is that all human beings are different. Just because Sarah apparently dealt with her anxiety using ‘self-love’ {whatever that may be!}, it’s not going to work for every other person with an anxiety disorder. Rather, evidence-based interventions like CBT, ACT or even medication are likely to help majority of the population suffering from anxiety. Why? Because research proves it. As for autoimmune or genetic disorders, trust me, self-love ain’t going to ‘cure’ it. Carly and Nat both had some great posts on that.

So to all the readers out there, I beg you, do not take things like this as gospel. And as for the bloggers, you have a huge responsibility here. You cannot make claims about things without backing it up. And if you do, you need to put a disclaimer stating it is your opinion. I am a trained psychologist and while I blog a lot about mental health, not once would I offer advice. I am clear to state what are my experiences and clear to state what therapies are evidence-based. And there is no way I would ‘counsel’ people via my blog because this is not my work here. It is unethical.

As health professionals, most of us need to abide by ethics.

I wonder whether it’s time for wellness coaches, life coaches and maybe even bloggers to be bound by a code of ethics!

Do you think bloggers have a responsibility in how they provide information to their readers?

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Working Weekends

I’m not sure if you know but I work some Saturdays. This is a second job in addition to my 5 days during the week. Yes, it’s a psychology job. Yes, I enjoy it. Yes, it’s flexible. Yes, it’s not every Saturday. And yet, I sometimes wish I had longer weekends.

I know I make it sound like I don’t have a choice and in a way, I suppose I don’t. I like my second job. And I need the money.

I really wish though I had two days to relax, to hike, to visit the beach and well, to complete chores like grocery shopping and cleaning the house. Every now and then when I do have the two days off, it’s incredible. Sure, I spend a lot of time trying to figure out what to do {especially if I haven’t organised a camping trip!} In an ideal world, I’d wake up early on the weekend, go for a walk, buy a coffee and the paper, come back home and read, then shower and head out for the day. The house would miraculously clean itself, of course.


I love my work. I love both my jobs. But sometimes, I wonder, is it really worth working weekends?

Should I perhaps cut down a day from my full time job and work Tuesdays to Saturdays instead? But then, with me not working every Saturday, that income isn’t guaranteed.

I guess for now, these are just questions floating in my head. Until I find definitive answers, and I guess, a definitive income, I am just going to have to continue to suck it up and deal with just one day off most of the year.

Do you get a short weekend like me?

How do you cope?

Do share!

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For five days a week
He caught the same train
Just ten after three
Be it sunshine, wind or rain

Going home yesterday
He was lost in his thoughts
Left school early at two
Seemingly out of sorts

He didn’t wave to the grocer
Did not acknowledge the dog
Bypassed the smiling stranger
While reliving all he’d lost

He remembered the harsh words
The taunts by his peers each day
Not much changed when he got home
Here, his family made him pay

‘You good for nothing loser’
‘You fat bastard’ they said
‘Why do you do this to us?’
‘You’ll be better off dead’

The words became incessant
They wouldn’t escape his head
The closer he got to the station
The more he was filled with dread

As he waited for his train
He knew he was no good
Nothing he did was right,
And succeed, he never would

There was but just one thing left
One way to stop the taunts
He heard the rumbling of the train
As it sauntered onto the platform

A split second decision
He stepped in front of the yellow line
Ignoring the announcement, he jumped
Right onto the oncoming engine

The driver saw him tip off the edge
Tried slamming on the brakes
The screech and thud that ensued
Meant the kid hadn’t made a mistake

The shrieks were loud
There were several tears
The driver in shock
As were the passengers

The police came to the bloody scene
They found his backpack crushed
Under the train lay a mangled boy
Who ended his life in a rush

(c) Sanch – Living my Imperfect Life

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***Author’s note: As I was getting back home yesterday evening, there were major delays on the train line due a fatality at one of the stations where someone got hit by a train around 2:15 p.m. It broke my heart — for the person whose life ended prematurely, for the driver who will no doubt be traumatised and for the witnesses. I don’t know any of them. But I couldn’t help wondering about it all.***

***Please contact Lifeline on 13 11 14 if you require mental health support***

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Book Review: Leaving Time

… by Jodi Picoult.

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Thirteen year old Jenna Metcalf has never stopped thinking about her mother Alice, who disappeared under mysterious circumstances a decade ago. A scientist researching grief in elephants, Alice disappeared from the sanctuary one night after the death of one of the staff. Jenna who lives with her maternal grandmother, cannot understand why her mother would leave her and continues to search for her. Unfortunately, her father Thomas is in a psychiatric facility with no concept of reality. Jenna obtains the help of a disgraced psychic Serenity and the ex-cop who worked on the case at the time, Virgil to help find the whereabouts of her mother. While the bond between a mother and daughter is strong, sometimes, when you start to look for answers, you can get more than you bargained for.

In Picoult’s latest book, she explores memories and trauma not just among elephants but more so, among human beings. How does a child cope with being abandoned? How does a mother deal with grief? Is there more in this world than what science can explain?

Jodi Picoult uses her now familiar multi-narration style through the book. I enjoyed the characters of Jenna and Virgil immensely and also found Serenity likeable. I will admit that some of the things around the elephants were a tad boring for me and I skim-read them. Alice was a character that confused me. On the one hand she is meant to be likeable but on the other hand, there are some behaviours of hers that I personally do not agree with and therefore, could not find myself empathising with her. I like flawed characters but there are some flaws I cannot forgive. All in all though, it was an enjoyable read with a twist in the end I never saw coming.

My rating:




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Never say never

Never say Never

I said I’d never wear dresses or skirts. In the past 24 months, that’s all I’ve worn to work.

I said I’d never wear pink. I now own two pink tops and a gorgeous pink dress.

I said I’d never wear make-up. I now do my face up almost every day.

I said I’d never learn to cook apart from the basics. I now enjoy cooking and trying out new recipes.

I said I’d never have my relationship status on Facebook. It now reads ‘engaged‘ thanks to my gorgeous Partner.

I said I’d never be the kind of girl who needs to talk to her partner every day. I now am and miss him when I don’t.

I said I’d never be one to shop. Last year, I spent a whole lot of money on buying clothes online.

I said I’d never be like my dad who got road rage often. Not a day goes by without me swearing at other drivers.

I said I’d never be like my mum’s side of the family who are anxious and need to know when you have reached a place. I am exactly like them and need the Partner and friends to let me know if they safely get to places.

I said I’d never buy an Apple product. I bought myself an iPod {my very first} earlier this year and am currently eyeing a MacBook Air :|

I’ve said I’d never do a lot of things since I was a young girl. Turns out, I should never say never. Life changes you. Experiences change you. People change you. And you change.

So why say never?

Were there things you said you’d never do but turns out you did it anyway?

Do share! 

Until next time,