Tuesday, 26 July 2011


I have recently been thinking about life. What is really important and what is a waste. What life is supposed to be about and why adding 'supposed' to it ruins the whole idea of life itself. Why is it that people in general seem to turn their noses to other people who seem to have more fun? Why is happiness just so difficult to find? Is it because people are trying to reach for things that are so hard to achieve or because they are not trying hard enough to achieve them.

I guess I am just afraid that I will get trampled on by people better guided than me. Or are they just as afraid as I am? Some times, I wish I could just find some one to answer my questions. But then again, I am sure most of the answers would only make me more scared. So, is too much knowledge really that bad for you? I mean being clever is great, but if that means you are a bit of a nut case, with hardly any friends and only be 'allowed' to see your family for an hour a week and be surrounded by a padded room the rest of the time. Is that what life is?

Or do you just not care apart from the bloody immigrants taking up jobs that even you don't bother to do? Not bothering to study hard, or work hard in life. Just floating around, with either children or cats that you can't even afford to feed. Not realising that you are so lucky that you get free health care and have a working fridge, which is more than most people in the world will ever get. Is that what life is?

I think I may be rather ill exposed to life or just the lives of others. I don't think I get to see good life in England because every one is so god damn privileged. I think the best place I saw real potential of what life can be is when I lived in India. Although saying that, both examples were of selfish groups of people. I know enough people who 'care' but they care because it makes them feel good for caring, which again is selfish. As though caring will earn them brownie points to heaven or good karma.

In other news, all my plants have died or are in the process of dying. It was the Aphids! I tried everything I could but they didn't make it. I guess I feel like I let them down. I have been feeling heart broken since they started going yellow :( :( :( Saying that, I have been thinking of getting a tree, although not sure if a tree will be happy inside an apartment. I have high ceilings... could try a fake tree, would love to see the aphids trying to munch on that!
OoOoOh, I sold a painting!!! One of the ones I finished during the last post. Picture will follow soon enough.

Until next time,
It's your lovely host,

Wednesday, 6 July 2011


This isn't where I describe the above word or how it will play a huge role in destroying the world in 2012. Although saying that I can most likely come up with a really (un)believable story about it.

Still, we all procrastinate...
I am doing it right now. Late at night, may i add, when I should just go to bed. Catch up on sleep. But, I am finding it hard to go to bed before 3am these past few days, okay, weeks but only a couple.

But do you do it late at night when you should really be sleeping? Of course you do it if you are an insomniac. Or like me, that and have a bad back too. Boo. Enough sympathy. Now onto the news, well 'olds'. Why do they calls them Newspapers? Since all the information on them is one day old, I wonder...

I really have no prior plan of where this blog will go, as I said, I am procrastinating so please excuse the... urm... absence of plot.

Here's some random olds of this week so far...

>I decided to bite the bullet. Climb the fence. Just go for it and try my hands at oil paints.
I have to say, so far so okay. At first I thought it would just be a few strokes to test and learn more about the paint. It was a very small canvass and before I knew it I was forming shapes and in two nights I have pretty much finished a new painting. Tomorrow, I want to work on blending colours. It has been a quick painting, but I have also noticed oils take a long time to dry. I have been using acrylics for the past few years so I am not used to paint being wet for this long.

>I tried to capture the Cambridge Uni May ball fireworks on my camera, which I could see from outside my front door. It was a marvellous sight. Before I saw them, I had begun to believe I no longer had the phobia of fireworks. oh, I was so wrong. It didn't work out all that well. I had a lot of black pictures to go through to finally find these.

This one is probably the best one. I may have recovered a little by then realising I wasn't going to die.

By this point I think I realised they weren't going to keep going forever and decided to mentally slap myself and concentrate on taking a half decent photo.

>I have started writing properly again, after 7 months! I have found I am writing a lot better. Way better than I do on here. If I ever get published I will let you know. So I guess I am properly over a man of the Australian persuasion... Look at an older post to learn more...

In other news-
>My dream of having cats is kind of coming true. My friend is going away for a week in Early September so she is leaving her cats in my care to look after them!!! There is yet hope that I may indeed become the crazy cat lady!

Any how,
Time to sleep,
Sen x