The side note is now a full post...

Mmm where to begin lets see, moving is never a pleasant experience, but events leading to our moving that have left tempers frayed and friendships strained has further highlighted the need for independence, I despise relying on anyone, including sometimes Ivoire. I think past experiences always tell you that you are setting yourself up for disappointment and you will not have control over your fate. I am a control freak so naturally this reliance is rather unsettling. It’s funny because being in a relationship mean you have to rely on someone after all that is part of the reason we have relationships so that we can someone to rely on. I think I am afraid that I may disappoint because I am in charge of the finances at the moment and I underestimated the cost of moving from comfort zone –student accommodation with everything connected for you, internet, phone, electricity. Anyway part of this reliance thing means dealing with overbearing people or judgemental ones and even condescending ones. This has led us to quest for the ultimate independence but not from each other. (this will relate to the next post re: boy/girlfriends and friendships).

Anyway the move....
Moving was a pain partially because Ivoire and I are serious bookworms and avid movie fans. Re: movie critiques and we have more books than our clothes combined and carrying books is painful...literally I swear Arnie (in his bodybuilding days) would be envious of my biceps now.
We have had to organise our own which has been an experience being in a foreign country and hopefully everything will be set up before we leave the comfort zone for good.

The pains and joys of moving, OMG when we bought furniture I thought it would come as it looked in the store but no oh boy was I wrong, it came in flat packs...damn I had avoided Ikea for this very reason and we were faced with the drama of putting it together...fun. I am blessed to have a friend who is a genius with a toolbox and has the imagination of an artist who put the bed and chairs together...with my help of course.(Edit: Ivoire's reference to the furniture shopping, I was not happy with the salesperson who told me that my dream couch...that was $1,700 the week before was now $2,000 – seriously not happy, I think he got the vibe but that's another story altogether).

The joy was that we ate cheap chicken curry on our own dining set in silence(well we spoke about how comfy the couch was)...we don't own a tv and slept on the bed we built. I'm like a carpenter now.

I don't want to struggle anymore...I don't want to have to ask

Movie Critique

Burn after reading

My favourite character, well that was hard a toss up between John “mad genius of the year’ Malkovich, George” sex addict” Clooney and Brad “the vapid gym trainer” Pitt. The chicks were good too, very self centred and self preservation kinda girls.
This is another Coen brothers movie (see Ou brother where art thou) and it’s full of a senseless story that’s somehow funny and crude about a CIA guy who gets fired and goes schizo and these idiotic gym trainers find a disc with said CIA guy’s secrets. The following happenings are a clusterf*ck to take a line from the movie. Ivoire didn’t um *cough* like the other people in the audience
See or Miss: definite see, just because Brad Pitt’s character is highlarious!!! Next review will be Quantum of Solace....*sigh* Daniel Craig and then Twilight *sigh* Robert Pattison, of course none of em can hold a candle to Ivoire. As soon as we finish this moving business I’ll book into a Gold Star Cinema though, can't wait for Quantum.

Relocation

Decided to rehash the avatar. So, the move is pretty much complete. I believe Ebene intends to give you her side of the story (Edit: Yes! I beat her to posting!) so I thought I should set the record straight and tell it first so that she doesn't underplay my role in the affair.

There I was, minding a whole lot of other peoples business at work (I work in shipping, if I wasn't minding our customers business I would be in trouble) when the delivery people called and said they would be at the new place between 7 and 9. AM. To deliver the furniture we bought. Buying the furniture was a story in itself and will be left to Ebene to tell should she so choose, as it is her story to tell. There is no issue with being up at 7 in the morning even on a weekend for either of us. When you live there. When you live about an hour or so away by public transport (an hour once your on it, not including waiting for it and it being late) and no hope of getting there by car (I don't have my license, Ebene does but it is a Zimbabwean license and is currently in England, don't ask me why) it makes things a bit difficult.

I gritted my teeth and said that was fine over to the delivery people when they said they could not move the time slot. So I went home, packed, got about 4 hours sleep and got up again, showered, ate, and walked to the train station. Now I know some people who swear 4 hours is all an adult needs and anymore is unhealthy (considering said people graduated from a bachelor of biomedical science that scares me) but I have heard 8 is what an adult should get and even that often doesn't feel like much.

Caught an all stations train to the city, which takes forever, and since I had Ebene's birthday present with me, the body board, I got some comments from a bunch of construction workers on the train. But I finally got to the city, caught another train on a separate line to the suburb the new place is in, and then walked from there to the new unit.

Got there right before 7. I sat around reading comic books for an hour or so until the delivery guys rocked up. They unloaded everything, I gave them an extra $10 as it seemed like a hot day and I had nothing to offer them to drink, and I tried to sleep as 4 hours of sleep was not making me feel good. I knew that if I got a bad headache now I was a write off for the day and there was plenty of work to be done.

Ebene's friend who helped us move called and asked me what I had done so far. Nothing I said, leaving out the not feeling well part. She then guilted me into not doing anything and said I should start assembling the furniture, to which I replied its rather well taped up and I don't have a knife. You have a set of keys, she retorted, as this should have occurred to me being the second coming of Indiana Jones. Seeing as I was not going to argue my way around her I said right you are, I'll get to it.

First though I ran down to the shop, bought the strongest painkillers I could (the only ones that seem to actually get rid of my headaches) and some food as strong painkillers on an empty stomach can sometimes be as bad as not taking them at all. Now that I was on the way to being cured, I set about the boxes.

I got everything opened by the time Ebene and the friend arrived with the gear so I helped haul it up into the new unit. Ebene chatted with the manager and got offered a job cleaning flats as we complained that our unit was dirty when we moved in (we complained and they offered her a job!) and we started assembling furniture. I'm not going to lie the females did most of the assembling, I kept an eye the friends son, as lovely as he is, no joke he is, he suffers from hyperactivity and DOES need to be watched.

I didn't really do anything until the girls started to put the bed together. We will get this done so quickly, the friend says. An hour later its "This bolt doesn't seem to be feeding through to screw in...oh the little thing we inserted into the hole right back when we started isn't straight and that's why its not feeding through...I can't get it out, IVORIE COME HELP!"

So help I did, I deftly pulled the recalcitrant little piece out where those who went before me had failed. Sadly though the point was moot as even when it was put back in straight it still didn't work. The matching one on the other side didn't work either, then I suggested the radical idea that as we had enough pins in and the bed was stable enough we don't need any more especially if after a hour we still can't get them to work. We abandoned them and moved on. Everything else went smoothly after that, though I do understand that I now take the beds structural integrity on my head. Should it ever come apart, even at a completely different point to the ones that I suggested we leave, Ebene will blame me. It's the burden of being a genius.

We slept there that night, no, the bed did not fall apart, and we came back to the old place this morning.

So while I may not have done much physical work, I was the facilitator of the move, I oversaw the delivery of furniture at the sake of my sleep, I kept Ebene's friends son out of everyone's collective hair so the two girls could get on with stuff, and when problems presented themselves I offered solutions about getting around them so cunning, you could put a tail on them and call them a fox.

So we have our own place. And to all those fire and brimstone Christians condemning us for moving in together, we have already decided to get married and the only thing preventing an actual engagement is the money to buy a ring, so as we have decided to spent the rest of our lives together I believe that satisfies "The Rules" a lot of Pharisees love to quote. And if it doesn't your a Pharisee, and if your not, last time I checked, God reserved the right of the passage of judgment of humans for himself. We mere mortals couldn't handle it, but most Pharisees forget we are mortal and place themselves above God in passing judgment. The only things we have the right to judge are angels, and I lack the feathers. If He doesn't like it I'm sure He will make me very aware of that when I have to stand before Him as we all must.

For now, God so loved the world he sent his only son. Lets remember he sent his son for every sinner on this earth i.e. the world, before we start throwing stones in potentially glass houses.

Of birthday traditions

Ivoire and I have developed a tradition for birthdays, we try and outdo each other in 2 categories...ingenuity and deception. The ingenuity of the gift, it has to require a lot of creative input and the recipient should have no idea as to what they are going to get. Deception, well this is the fun part, buying and hiding the gift and then giving the recipient some clues and some red herrings to chuck em of course.

For his birthday I ordered a cd from Japan or America...completely ingenious as when he heard the word import he thought I had got him a model from Games Workshop, of course it was even funnier when I told him I had visited Games Workshop looking for his friend who’s a manager there (I actually just wanted him to sign the card for Ivoire). So I got top marks for ingenuity, deception; well I did so so compared to his elaborate scheme of fooling me that he was going to work because I had posed the question of when he was going to buy this gift when he spent all his time at work or with me. This year it seems Ivoire is tops when it comes to deception.

But the highlight was how I coaxed Ivoire into revealing what my present was. It was on Saturday morning and someone had spent the whole night on the computer and was very sleepy (tee hee hee makes for easy targets) I employed my feminine wiles, sensuously stroked Ivoire’s head and whispered in his ear “darling, where’s the present?” To which he replied sleepily “you can’t take the body board,” and woke up with a start. That’s when I knew what my birthday present was, a full week before my birthday. All’s fair in love and (war) birthday traditions.

I am already at the drawing board, planning his next birthday...never too early. This year there won’t be Christmas pressies (damn the credit crunch) there’s that and the move. Yes we have made the kill, and found a place of our own, but I hadn’t counted on how expensive it would actually be to move and so there goes my 1st Christmas tree and all the pressies. Don’t really care though, so long as Ivoire and I are together. Completely love my body board, darling. Thank you.

I just wish the CD would get here, its been like 2 months already...the price of ingenuity.

To everyone wondering what my status was on about – Ivoire and I are moving in together, the 1st step of many commitments.



Being together and staying together
*side note*
Every relationship goes through the wringer, but it seems as if sometimes everyone else around us are handed life on a silver platter and we have to work for it. I am not complaining, I find it challenging and frustrating sometimes.
I suppose this is supposed to strengthen us in the end, I guess I just wish that we could all have one moment in which we have no worries. I wonder if that would be a bad thing or too much to ask for. I wonder how those silver- spoons- in- mouth people feel like living their lives, whether they have a moment’s peace or are like us looking for one too.
Struggle No More – Anthony Hamilton

Deception is an artform

As part of my birthday present to my partner, I agreed to tell her the story of what I did they day I bought her present. The limited time only avatar conveys a sense of secret agentness about our hero Ivorie, and accurately depicts what he looked like at the end of the aforementioned day. So here is the story, Ian Flemming could not have written a more compelling story and to boot, every word of it is true...

Once upon a time, there was a boy called Ivorie, and he wanted to buy something for his beautiful girlfriend, Ebene, for her birthday. Ivorie is the hero of this story, and Ebene is the damsel. Ebene, coming from Zimbabwe, wanted to learn how to surf and how to body board, as he is currently living in Australia. Ebene had been surfing with a friend of her's from Uni, so Ivorie decided he would buy her a body board and he would show her how to body board in the crashing waves at the beach.

Ivorie knew there where lots of different types of body boards and other things that might be needed to give Ebene the full package, so he called up his friend who he thought would know about such stuff, and as dramatic names seem to be the nature of this blog, we shall call him Atticus. Now Atticus is the anti-hero of this story, which offsets Ivories bravery and all round good-ness.

Atticus has a brother, an identical twin brother in fact, and we shall call him Switch. Now Ivorie had been body boarding with Switch when they where in high school, as Ivorie, Atticus and Switch where in the same grade at the same high school together. Switch could not come on the shopping trip though as he was busy, Atticus assured Ivorie though he knew enough to pick something good.

So the day came to set the plan in motion, and a cunning plan it was. Ivorie dressed as if he was going to the office for a normal Monday, but the previous Friday he was able to claim leave on Monday through his boss at work. As it was his bosses last day, the evil multinational corporation (Much like Shinra for those gamers who happen to be reading) that Ivorie worked for deciding to made his boss redundant, he was amenable to agreeing with everything that day and so Ivorie got his leave on Monday.

So Ivorie got off the train, waving goodbye to the damsel Ebene, as she stayed on the train to go to her work, another station up the track. Ivorie went downstairs as if to cross platforms has he does every day to catch his interconnecting train, but instead met Atticus outside the train station. Atticus had done his homework, he said. He caught a bus across town with Ivorie to a shop that sold everything to do with going to beach you could think of. Our heroes entered the shop, and quicky set about finding a body board for Ebene. Atticus, as it turns out, did not know as much about body boards as he had led Ivorie to believe, and spent a good deal of his time on his mobile to Switch who was at work, asking him if this or that brand is any good, what they should be looking for etc.

One of the villains of this story entered at this point, an acne scarred, bleach blond surfer who was about the same age as Ivorie and Atticus. We shall call him Surfer Villain. Surfer Villain asked who our heroes where buying the board for, and it was at this point how the rest of the day was going to go was decided. Atticus said to Surfer Villain: For Ivories better half. These words would not be so bad, were Atticus not gay. But he is certainly not straight and with those words Surfer Villain decided that Ivorie was gay as well. Possibly seeing Atticus. So, Surfer Villain says, what is he looking for in a board. He. Ivorie responds, she is a beginner and will as such need a beginner board. Surfer Villain does not take the hint and continues to refer to Ebene as a he. Ivorie continues to subtly refer to her as a she, but due it his righteous nature will not push the point.

A board was decided upon, and a leash and a bag with the advice of Atticus, which was one of the good things he did that day, mildly making up for, as you will see down below, making everyone they met that day think that Ivorie was gay. Our heroes go up to pay, and the lady behind the counter, who knows her stuff, says the board is probably too big, and asks who it is for. Surfer Villain, no joke, almost bursts out laughing and says “It's for his BETTER HALF!”, clearly not believing that Ivories better half is in fact female. Atticus then says that Ivories better half is about as tall as him and measures the board up against himself, further reinforcing the fact that Atticus could possibly be Ivories better half, and Ivorie resist the urge to plant his face firmly in his palms.

Everything eventually get tied up and everything is bought and paid for. Atticus and Ivorie want to check out a shop that could yield potential presents for Ebene in the future, a shop that sells, among other things, fire spinners. I'm not sure if that's the technical term, but things you light on fire, or if you are not so brave, glow, and you swing them around in patterns. This was one of Atticus's fortes and something Ebene was interested in. This shop is across town though so Atticus and Ivorie catch buses this way and that but cannot figure out the public transport system to get them to where they are going, so they catch a bus to Atticus's house to get his car and drive there. The damsel Ebene is a wiz with the public transport system incidentally, Ivorie not so much.

So they go to the store, get some odd looks from the attendants, but they see what they went to see and leave. As Atticus and Ivorie are good friends and had not seen each other in a while, and as they had plenty of time to kill, so they thought, they went and saw a film near where Ivorie lived. Atticus is a big fan of comedy so they went and saw “How to lose friends and alienate people”, which by the way, was not as good as “Shaun of the Dead” or “Hot Fuzz”. On the way to the cinema though, they run into Atticus's friend, who Ivorie does not know, so we shall call her Unknown Girl. As this is completely the wrong side of town for either Atticus or Unknown Girl to be bumping into each other, Unknown Girl asks what Atticus is doing here. Ivorie cuts in, seeing whats coming, and says they are just on their way home. Atticus, having no feel for the situation, says they are going to see a film. Ivorie again fights the urge to cover his face. Unknown Girl smiles knowingly, as have most people that day, and after some further pleasantries departs.

Atticus, Ivorie says, you do realise Unknown Girl now thinks we are together, out shopping together and going to see a film? Really, Atticus says surprised, and calls Unknown Girl to confirm or deny Ivories theory. Of course, she confirms it, seems pretty obvious, she said. Told you so, Ivorie says.

So our heroes get to the cinema, and purchase tickets and food. The girl behind the food counter smiles knowingly, something Ivorie is getting a little too much of today, and they go and see their film.

Ebene decides to make Ivories plan fall apart though towards the end of the film and says she wants to pick him up from work, somewhere Ivorie is decidedly not. He was headed out that way though as he had a house to inspect after “work” and Ebene now decides rather than going to Uni she wants to join him. That's fine Ivorie says, will see you soon. Ivorie goes back in, watches the last fifteen minutes and explains all this to Atticus. So they leave the cinema, and run into another villain in this story. As Ivorie, the first time he had met this villain, a friend of Atticus's, beat her at a Disney version of trivial pursuit and subsequently had the Disney board thrown at his head and was kicked out of the villains house, for simply beating her, we shall call her Sore Loser.

Sore Loser does not play a large part in this story, only waylaying the heroes, but due to her past actions however will still be mentioned as a villain. Sore Losers one redeeming point in this story is that she knows Atticus quite well, and Ivorie not so well, but well enough to know he is straight and not seeing Atticus. So she is in effect the only person our heroes run into that day that does not assume they are together.

Short on time, Ivorie and Atticus head to Ivories place, and fail to find a place to hide the rather large birthday present. Ivorie decides it has to be hidden at a friends house in the same complex. Ivorie tries the first set of friends who would be more than willing to take the present but they are not home. Ivorie tries the next friend. She is a friend of Ebenes more than Ivories, but Ivorie is short of options and time. As Ivorie first met this friend when she was in her pajamas, and has her saved in his phone as PJ Girl, we shall call her PJ Girl. PJ Girl, being a rare thing among Africans, quiet and happy to keep her own company, is hesitant to have her serenity disturbed and help Ivorie, and as such starts suggesting places in his own place to hide it. Have you tried here, what about here, PJ girl says. Ivorie explains that he has and they won't work and begs for her help. She hesitantly accepts, much to Ivories gratitude, and Ivorie takes the present to her's where it lives happily until Ebene's birthday. Atticus and Ivorie rush to work.

Atticus drops Ivorie off, Ivorie thanks him again and they go their separate ways. Ivorie resists the urge to enter his work building the way he normally does, from the gallery level and enters from the ground level. He gets to his work, floor 13, and briefly chats with his new boss and their boss. He calls Ebene to let her know he is leaving work, knowing she will be in the building already or close by, and tells her to come up. Ok, she says, I'm on the gallery level, and have been for a little while, just waiting for your call. Ivorie realises how close he came to being sprung, but like the pro he is, keeps is cool and says he will see her when she gets up to the top floor. She comes up, believes Ivorie has been at work all day, and they inspect their house.

The aftermath of all this is, Ivorie got away with it all, until Ebene cunningly asked him what the present was when he was half asleep and as he was not thinking straight, told her. He saves some dignity though by refusing to tell her where it was as it was part of the story of the day he bought it, and her promised to tell her that story on her birthday. Ebene was very surprised at how Ivorie had been able to get the present without her knowing when he told her and was very very pleased with the present itself when it was presented to her. All in all it all worked out ok. Oh and they moved into that house they saw, the move taking place that the time of writing this.

The End.

Defense

I would like to think of myself as a bit of a defender. If Ebene is in trouble I want to defend her. Seems that this is a socially unacceptable quality. I have a friend in particular that whenever I have outlined what I intend to do for Ebene given x situation has nothing but criticism. I would like to outline my best laid defensive plans in an attempt to justify myself.

Ebene, being a foreigner and receiving completely no support from her family has a tough time in Australia. The uni treats her badly, and now it seems work treats her badly. Australia has a scheme where Australian students can defer their uni payments in the form of an interest free loan. Non Australian students cannot do this. When Ebene came here her father agreed to pay her fees, but he has decided it is better to spend money on his current partner and her children rather than his own, and she receives no finances from her family, her mother supporting her siblings and being unable to. In the face of this, I have offered to take out a loan as I can being an Australian citizen to pay her fees as the uni, after advertising strenuously to bring foreign students in to study, is completely unconcerned about special circumstances and is now threatening to get immigration to cancel her visa unless the whole amount is paid quite soon. On both our incomes we can pay off sums each fortnight, but the uni does not care that was can pay the money slowly or that Ebene's family situation has changed for the worst out of her control. They only care about their money now. This particular university treated me the exact same way while I was there. I have had a few loan applications denied, but my current one seems to be progressing ok. We will both help pay off the debt and I will have a good credit rating for when we need a home loan.

No one seems to think my plan is a good idea. People seem to think I'm mad, that shes going to run off with the money and leave me. Those people don't know Ebene, and in any event if she did I would track her down :) Jokes aside I am very surprised and dismayed that people would not go to any and all lengths to protect their loved ones. I CAN do this, so why should I not? Would I be a smarter person to leave her to her problems and break up with her when she most likely has to leave the country? This option strikes me as very cold, but it seems to be the general consensus that this is the best option for me.

Failing the loan there is plan B. This entails explaining to the uni in a last ditch effort that we can pay the money slowly and ask them to look on Ebene's special circumstances. If they still want to be greedy, that is their chosen course of action. I would document Ebene's situation and how the university has treated her and write to every major newspaper, politician, special interest group etc, in an attempt to raise the profile of the issue and get the uni to agree to us paying off the debt as quickly as we can, which given Ebene's situation with her family, I do not feel it is reasonable. This tactic was suggested to me while I was overseas and had visa issues of my own because of the aforementioned university. Thankfully that situation resolved before such a step was necessary, but I am willing to take it in this instance if I need to.

Ebene is also facing trouble in her workplace. He has approached her boss about being underpaid for the work she does, she was hired for a financial planning/admin role to perform both jobs, but while she performs many finance roles that are not admin, her boss has chosen to class her job description as purely admin so he can pay her less. When asked about that, he said she should be grateful for having a job, presumably because she is a black foreigner and he is a benevolent white philanthropist who hired her when no one else would. I told her to do up her resume and look elsewhere, as far as I see it she can be grateful to other people for hiring her rather than ones that will try and emotionally bully her through guilt trips that are unfounded. Unfortunately there is little I can do in this instance apart from urge her to look for another job and assist with that.

In short I love my girlfriend and I want to protect her. Ask yourself if your loved one was in trouble what would you do, honestly what lengths would you go to, and should there be a limit for how far you would go?

I think not, but then my opinion carries little weight with anyone but Ebene.

Warrior Woman

On the hunt for a house: We have decided to fly the coop, and shack up. A lot of responsibility, a lot of commitment, after 2 years and a heaps of um 'discussions' we are taking the plunge.

Anyway back to the hunt, I have been looking forward to looking for the perfect place for us, 10 inspections and 4 sore legs later I am a bit jaded. This joy of the hunt has worn off and I would just like to find a place that we both like. I am picky especially when it comes to living arrangements, so is Ivoire in fact, though he will not readily admit it. The fact that we have different tastes regarding certain things, music is a standout doesn't make it easy. One of the key lessons for us in the past has been compromise.

After being used to living alone and independently, sharing with someone was, shall I say, a bit of a challenge. And because you are with someone, a bit of your independence is forfeit, no more coming and going as one pleases without a word...this leads to someone else getting ulcers(caused by worry).
Compromise (kmpr-mz) A settlement of differences in which each side makes concessions - and those concessions have been made from which movie to watch to the colour of the couch. This is an art that is practised and improved upon everyday. We have made a list with concessions regarding our new place and it has made the hunt easier.

Just as we resigned ourselves to the fact that we might not find THE perfect abode in one weekend we walked across this beautiful apartment and now all we have to do is beat the competition. Wish us luck.

P.s. to Ivoire, Dearest darling, in my books you are sexiest man alive in my books.

Attention

My girlfriend gets all the attention in our relationship. Every day I come home and she regals me with stories of almost causing car crashes because people where staring at her, not always males, and how people where hitting on her all day. While I was overseas the postman hit on her. The post man. In the time that I started this in the morning to the time I finished and published it in the evening, my girlfriend was walking down the street with her cousin and she got honked at. See what I mean?

I sometimes feel a little overlooked. I am not a bad looking guy as far as I can tell, and my partner assures me of this everyday, but I don't get so much as a second look from anyone. Never have. The only girl I have ever had any real relationship with is my current partner, no one has ever been seriously interested in me before her. I see white girls look at us, and while they aren't looking at me they seem to disaprove, I think to myself no white girl ever wanted me. And it is not that I'm settling for what I have, I never met an African properly before going to university (says something about Australia), but I would not settle for anything less than I have now. I wouldn't settle for anything else in fact, but it is true. If you white girls do no approve of a white dude dating a black girl it's your own fault because none of you wanted me.

I'm not sure why this is. My partner says it is because I act distant. I don't know how true this is, but she says it it's what turns people away. I thought girls went for mysterious? Now and then my partner will claw my hand in rage because she thinks a girl is looking at me, and my hand happens to be something to take that rage out on so she thinks, but I never see it, and when I'm travelling by myself as I often do to work no one seems to pay me any attention. The best comment a female beside my partner has ever paid be to do with my looks was “you have nice eyes”, which really doesn't say much about me.

My partner is very beautiful, and she has a very beautiful body to match. I'm sure people ask themselves why she chose me, and to that all I can say is I guess I am lucky. She noticed something in me but no one else seemed to. I've never had anyone ask me for my number, say they want to see me again, say they think I looked good etc, excluding my partner. I don't need anything but her approval, but sometimes I do miss the attention she receives. If the reader feels like this, this is for you. You are not the only one, but as long as there is one person who sees you for what you are then that's all you need, though you might want more. One does not seem like much but it is all that's required.