Enough

Enough: means adequate for the want or need or sufficient for the purpose. 

We have enough fart apps

We have enough food in the world to provide everyone with at least 2,720 kilocalories per person per day

we have enough salt for winter

we have enough cowboys to make a western

we have enough zombie movies in the world as is

we have enough information

we have enough rubbish in weston-super-mare

we have enough criticism

we have enough corruption in healthcare already

we have enough ability to beat scotland and liechtenstein

we have enough bands

i have enough

i have enough room for dessert

i have enough water bottles thank you

i have enough money to last me a lifetime unless i think i don't

i have enough to do

i have enough reasons

i have had enough

Home

An Englishman's house is his castle. In all the ways the English are reticent about themselves, the interior of their homes are full of self-expression in equal measure. Inevitably, there are a hundred ways to make a house a home. Why just have a desk when you can have a bureau, a roll top desk or an armoire. Why just an armchair when you can have a club chair, a lounge chair, a louis chair, with an ottoman, a hassock or a pouffe? Why just a garden, paved over no less, when you can have herbaceous garden or a woodland garden? You get the idea. Home and really pretty much everything else here lies in the subtlety. In some ways, you get initiated into the club when you can tell the difference. I love the hours of conversation one can have over here over the tiniest detail of an ordinary thing. None of it really matters but how else would we get through the hours down at the pub.

Hell YES!

Reading the newspapers on Sat morning, I came across a poem which I really liked. At least it's one of those does not require a PhD in Lit to understand. Here goes:

Never having known an emptiness so heavy,

I am inclined to call it my new-born soul,

though its state may be less an achieved birth than a pregnancy

lodged oddly, for lack of a womb, in a tight gap

behind the sternum, mid-thorax, not far from my heart.

Coddled there, it's needy, an energy-eater.

It kicks, or thumps, hollowly, and I come to a standstill,

breathless, my whole internal economy primed

to attend without delay to its nursing and nourishment:

memories, sorrows, remorses are what it feeds on.

Luckily, I have no shortage of these to give it,

so that it can continue its murky labors,

quintessential upheavals, noxious bubblings

at the bottom of a flask, as it strives to distill pure tears.

By Christopher Reid

Not that i am depressed and feeding sorrows and remorses into that state, not that at all. I find it really creative that he likened what he felt to a foetus in the womb. We can all nurse really horrible things in our emotional state, i remember reading a poem about nursing a grudge being likened to growing a poisoned apple tree. Simple and powerful imagery as a result of which, i remember that poem still. 

On a cheerier note, I have fallen in love with Florence + the Machine's song - Dog Days Are Over...... Happiness hit her like a train on a track.....The DOG days are oVER, the dog days are DONE! 

Great song. Apparently, the singer/song-writer was inspired by a giant text art installation on Waterloo Bridge, where she rides her bike past everyday.

The giant art installation was by Ugo Rodinone. He put up giant signs of words like HELL YES! and DOG DAYS ARE OVER, all over the South Bank in London.  The text were in rainbow colours and arranged curved like a rainbow. Giant art installations of exuberant hope, and sometimes ironic, depending on what mood you're in.

190109

Social studies researchers have worked out that 19 Jan is the most depressing day of the year. This is when people receive their credit card bills, after the Christmas blow out on spending. Everyone back to the daily grunt of work, memories of the holidays faded away, feeling just that bit fatter and the workouts at the gym just that bit harder. 

Today is depressing alright. There was a road accident which caused massive 2-hr jams in my area. I had to get off my bus and walk 40mins to work. I was late by then and that made a mess of some other people's day since my morning stuff didn't get done. By the evening, i've been beaten and didn't go to my usual Monday night spin class. Rationalizing that i've already brisk-walked 40mins in the cold today. 

What to do when i had a bad day?

- washing dishes is quite therapeutic, i make sure my detergent smells nice. and i use warm water. everything smells abit like taking a bath. except u come out dirty rather than clean?!!

- a diy facial

- didn't do this today but buying a new lipstick is very uplifting. especially if u buy it at a nice shop and let the sales staff try different new products on you. a little blusher, a little cream that smells great, a new shade of lipstick you've never tried. ahhhh.

- exercise helps but really, i reached home at 9pm, cooked dinner and now its 10.30pm. I would like to get ready for bed rather than do an aerobics tape. another time huh. 

have a busy week as there are lots of dinners to go to this week!

nite!

korean cool

i am obsessed with korean cooking nowadays. learnt to make kimchi jigae (stew), and make it about once a week cos i love it so much. i also shop almost weekly at a korean supermarket.

2 young guys run the store and they have got some pretty addictive korean pop on their ipod which they play over the store's stereo. this is one i can't get out of my head. it's a fun song, wll and jody might like it (or already know it and got sick of it!).

Mighty Mouth - Sarang Hae

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sq1oZ6xnk5Q&feature=related

old-fashioned advice

for all its liberalism, london does not tolerate tardiness. 

- try showing up for a doctor's appointment just five minutes late, your appointment will go to the next of the 20 people on the day's wait list

- booking tickets for a popular concert only one-month ahead, forget it. Madonna's concert sold out in something like 2 hours. Wimbledon queues start the night before the game, in Wimbledon itself.

- taxi's are not an option (and due to traffic and quirky winding little roads, mostly actually gets you there slower than public transport).  

- the dry cleaners do not open on Sundays, locksmiths charge 100 pounds for call outs.

- most shops close between 6:30pm and 8pm. work does not end till 7pm.  

- there is no walk-in option for anything.

unless one enjoys doing nothing and staying in all the time, u have to do the old-fashioned thing and try to be on time, be organised, not to forget anything, show up when u are expected.

old old friends will recall how often i am in detention classes due to perpetual lateness in arriving at school. i have hilarious memories of how my entire family wakes up late and the pandemonium that ensues in the house as we all try to get ready in the same five minutes and then the crazy rush as dad drives me to school on his motorbike. 

i remember Mrs Boey (the much hated school principal - recalling how we wished the microphone will explode in her face in the middle of assembly?! :P) warning us sternly about how tardiness will ruin us for life. It is good advice, even if it came from Snowball herself. Like in yoga practice, if something takes quite a bit of effort to achieve, then you probably just need to do it more.