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Words …

Do you think in words? I mean, when you think about things, do words come into your mind? Do you string sentences together in your head to “think”?

I don’t think in words. When I think something mundane like, “Oh, I must go out and get some more bog-rolls” then yes, but otherwise no. (Even then, all I’d “think” would be “bog-rolls”, the rest follows.)

If you happen to be monolingual (i.e. you speak only one language) you seem more likely to think in words than those who speak more than one language. (I have asked around.) I have always thought without words, though.

To me, thoughts are like flashes, colours, an impulse, an inspiration or a message that “come” to me from “Within” that “I” catch. And they don’t usually come in “words” as such. They are “thoughts” and “sensations” which “I” then apply words to. I sometimes invent words or phrases too. A lot of people do this to a certain extent, especially when they are children, I think.

Before she lost the musical plot, the French singer-songwriter Mylène Farmer once said something along the lines of: “I often find that words don’t capture my thoughts fully, and I fear that my thoughts are limited by them.”

Sometimes it’s difficult for me to “capture” my thoughts in words. Not all thoughts can be expressed in words (hence the saying “words fail to …”, surely).

When we see someone who’s just had a traumatic experience being interviewed on telly, all we hear them managing to say is a vowel sound like “Aaaahhh.” I suspect that’s because the pain they are experiencing is so profound that there are no words that can express it, nor would they have the capacity to convert that “aahh” to words while the experience is still so raw. Articulation usually comes later. By a similar token, I think most of us would/could only manage basic vowel sounds when we are moaning with pleasure while shagging. ;) Profound feelings don’t usually translate to words with many syllables. The mantra “Om” is made of three vowels.

I suspect most people go about their daily lives uttering words without thinking. This nonchalance is brutal. There are such subtle nuances in thoughts and feelings that slip through the net of words. I mourn for their deaths. Once lost, these little things don’t come to life again.

For example, think of someone you really care about for a minute and say “I love you” to them. Now, do you think that phrase expresses every single delicate detail of how you feel?

If you think some ghastly and infantile text-speak like, “Yo, m8, what’s up!?!?! Ur cool,” is just “harmless fun” then you are beyond hope. Do you even once stop and think how dense that is? Those who think reduced-speak is “kewl,” are reducing their very existence. I wish they’d just keep on reducing themselves till there is nothing left of them. This planet would be a much better place then.

Words are just about the only way in which most of us can express ourselves and through which we can communicate with others. Don’t you want to do your existence a bit more justice?

Thoughts are drops of water that flow out of the vast ocean Within.

 

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Easter Weekend 2009; this site is now 1yr. old

Thanks to everyone who’s ever clicked on this site (and my continuing to pay the fee for the domain), this site is now 1. Yay :D

My thankyou xxx to suzzikat for always doing the updates for me.

 

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Spring Cleaning

I’ve been spring-cleaning my place for the past few days. Got too much stuff; this seems to be my family karma …

大掃除中

日本は、大晦日に「大掃除」だが、こちらでは、「spring-cleaning」と言います。

 


又、買っちまったぜ Bought some flowers again …

campanula

 

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In my neighbourhood in London

Photo by suzzicat

 

 

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Omrice

My omrice

Omrice = omelette + rice. Think of it as a rice-stuffed omelette, like stuffed cabbage. This is a very popular (if not “populaire” as well) dish in Japan. A sophisticated dish it may not be, but it certainly is a comfort food.

When I got into uni here in London, and moved to the capital of England from the capital of Japan, I was to live on my own for the first time in my life like a lot of undergrads do.

With that looming, during the lengthy summer hols before the start of university term in October, I sat down with mother in her kitchen in Tokyo and I jotted down the recipes for all my favourite dishes.

Omrice obviously was very near the top of the list of recipes I wanted to get out of mother. One of the other dishes was my mother’s own “curry-flavoured fried rice”. These two dishes basically share the same cooking process almost throughout, except if you want the omrice, instead of sprinkling the fried rice with curry powder, you flavour the rice differently and put it aside while you cook the egg on the pan and then put the rice back on the egg and wrap it.

For some unknown reason, for years and years I never felt like cooking omrice myself despite the fact that it was my favourite. Perhaps partly because when you are frying the rice and it comes to the point where you either sprinkle the curry powder or brave the somewhat more complicated process of doing the egg and so on, it’s easier to opt for the former. Well that’s what I always thought and said anyway.

Then suddenly, last year, I just upped and cooked my very first omrice.

Shown here isn’t actually the result of my first effort because it didn’t look too picturesque lol (but I did take a photo of it). Ideally the rice stuffing should all be neatly wrapped inside the egg.

For a first attempt my own omrice tasted really yummy; but why is it that although I wrote down mum’s recipe carefully and I execute it faithfully, it never tastes quite like how she makes it? Ah well, I suppose that’s one thing mothers are for ;)

For those of you who are curious about omrice and would like to have a go, below are some links. Some restaurants pour some overwhelmingly rich sauce or even beef stew over it, but that isn’t how it should be done. Old-school, me.

 

http://www.omurice.com/

Om images

Om wikipedia entry

 

 

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