The Sentimental Type

In all honesty, not many of us label ourselves as ‘the sentimental type’ at first, and maybe only figure out later on in life. The thing is though, that even those who adamantly refuse to be pigeon-holed as sentimental, can be the worst. We all have those things that we find it hard to let go of in life, that remind us of the past, and especially those who have left us behind.

For example, you’re…say…42, okay? You’re visiting your parents house, which may, or may not be, the house that you grew up in as a child, but only your mother is alive at the time, due to unfortunate circumstances. Whether you grew up in that house or not can have great effect, but even the objects and scenes that remind you of earlier days can trigger memories and emotions that you never even thought to bring up. In the scenario that it is indeed the house that you grew up in, it would probably be the hardest. Each room would hold significant memories, good or bad, and every object you saw would probably hold a great deal of sentimental value also. You would encounter objects reminding you of all the various stages of your life, and your father, which can bring an onslaught of emotions.

Now, it’s important to note that there are two types of sentimental people. The first look back on their pictures, objects, and memories with fondness, remembering the good times they’ve had, and even making them feel happy about their past, before moving on.

The second type are very much different, but not quite the exact opposite. They look back remembering the times, but want to bring them back, and can often spiral into depression when they dwell on the subject too long, because as we all know, time travel isn’t possible.

At this point, some may say ‘Well I’m not sentimental, so I don’t know what you’re going on about.’, and in their own mind, they may be right. Maybe they haven’t found anything that holds that much value to them yet, or maybe they’ve learned to move on and let go of the things that do.

Either way, we’re all the sentimental type. It’s just a matter of admitting it to ourselves.

Fish – Domesticated?

Now, I don’t hate fish, I really don’t. Well, most of the time I don’t, anyway. The only time I do get mildly annoyed by them is when they’re in a domestic environment. AKA, my house.

That’s when it’s safe to say they really tip me off. Especially when having to constantly check them, clean the tank, and other things that, if they were out in the wild, would take care of themselves.

You see, it all begins with my Mum wanting to get a pet. That’s when I knew things were going to go downhill. See, back at my old house, we had fish. Thing is, though they were classed as ‘Family Pets’, it was always me and Dad who ended up cleaning them out every few weeks.

Believe me, it was a less than pleasant task.

So, when Mum decides that fish are the best option, and that they would be (and I quote) “Less stress”, I immediately knew that I was in for the long haul, no matter how much I protested.

Seems like the protestants back in the day got lucky.

Protesting doesn’t work anymore.

Well, at least not around here, son.

I was surprised at the speed that Mum managed to get the tank and fish in the house, thinking I had more time for my pity-party.

Guess not.


If life was Skyrim, I think it would be safe to say that the Gods must see me as one of their many amusements.

Anyway, I decided to try and bring up the positives. You know, lighten the mood, make my mind think that there was actually a purpose in my labour.

There weren’t many, I assure you.

My biggest con was that, in my mind, fish weren’t meant to be domesticated. It’s common fact, if you ask me. I mean, fish shouldn’t be born in a tank, or raised in one either. They were meant to be free in their own natural habitat, or at least in a nature reserve pond…or somewhere similar. See, in my mind, I’m pretty sure that natural instincts stay in an animal, no matter how long they’ve been in a domestic environment, and even if the thoughts been pushed ‘to the back of their minds’ so to speak. Same thing applies to environment, for me. In the back of a fish’s mind, surely there’s a small nagging, telling them that they’re not meant to be where they are. Maybe I’m being over-sympathetic with fish, due to my severe lack of social skills. Maybe I just want them out of my house so fast, I’ve begun to make up excuses for them to go.

I’m not entirely sure, but what I do know, is that they shouldn’t be in my house.


The Evening Post – Issue 21

Evening guys!

Thsi evening’s been quite a blast, I’ll tell you that. Terraria with George was epic. Totally. To be honest, that’s all I’ve done. I slept, woke up, and played Terraria. Not much when you think about it, so you may wonder why i’m even posting this tonight…

Because I got screenshots of course!


Yeah, they may seem lame, but don’t worry, these are our noobish characters. The really overpowered stuff is locked away…forever.

Anyway, I’ll be posting a quote tomorrow morning, and also a photo of the day, if all goes well. I’ll be leaving the Newsspot till a little later when some new articles come out though, seeing as none I’ve seen lately take my fancy at the moment. However, if you want, you can comment with a article you’ve read recently below, and I’ll give it a proper post.


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Photo Of The Day/The Afternoon Article – Issue 8

Good afternoon readers!

What’s this? A combined post?! Yeah, I’m tired like that…

Today’s been quite peaceful so far, and seeing as I just posted a newsspot not that long ago, I thought I’d update you on my condition…

I’m getting better!


I went to the doctors yesterday, and I was prescribed some eye cream and eye drops for the inflammation and bacteria in my eye. It was relieving to know that I don’t have conjunctivitis, and that it would be back to normal within a week.

There’s not much to update you guys on though, unfortunately, because I’ve been resting my eye sleeping for the past few days, and nothing’s been going on. There was yesterday though, which was my Mum’s birthday! We didn’t do much, because she just wanted a rest day, but we did go and have a well deserved Subway for lunch, and she had some friends over in the evening. Needless to say, she enjoyed it. Other than that I’ve just been playing Junk Jack with my one good eye, which you can probably tell from my recent tweets. I was thinking of uploading some photos later of my adventures, so we’ll see what happens.

Anyway, on to the photo of the day! This photo comes from another of my most favorite photographers (I have at least 5), Sam Yaoo, from Taiwan… if I’m correct. This photo is just so beautiful that I couldn’t pass it up, and it reminds me that spring is virtually here! The pink tree, and the bike make excellent scenery too, and it adds so much life to the picture it seems almost perfect. Awesome work Sam!

The Morning Mail – Issue 9


Why hello there readers!

Yeah, the posts the other day just didn’t happen, which is why I made up for it today! Yes, I know full well that I could’ve done some posts yesterday, but sometimes when your alone in the house all day, you just want to make good use of all the times you have. So I did. I managed to get all the cleaning, ironing, tidying, and numerous amounts of things done before my Mum got home. I may have tried too hard though, because when I tried to do some cakes, they didn’t come out like they should’ve with someone who has as much confectionary skills as I do. They were deflated. It turns out following the recipe for the new (to me) type of cake I was doing didn’t quite work out, and the amount of ingredients they said to put in did WAY over the 12 cases they suggested I use, so when I baked them, they didn’t properly cook even 30 minutes later, when they were starting to get a little too golden. Luckily for me, I have spare ingredients! Today I’ll be completing my to-do list (3/5) and doing a new batch of around 24 cupcakes, which is one thing on my to-do list anyway. Hopefully they’ll be done by 1-2, so stay tuned for some mouth-watering goodness with buttercream icing!


Photo Of The Day – 不厭亭 芒舞車流

Well, it’s that time again! Todays’ photo has been one i’ve been focused on a while, and it comes from one of my five favorite photographers. In fact, it’s the same photographer from yesterday! This photo has been my wallpaper for everything I own for quite a while, and it still amazes me every time I look at it. It’s not just the light streams either, since the daytime version was just as good, but I think it’s more the colors of the night, and how the clouds just seem to be rolling over the hill. All I can say is that this photo deserves a medal. Totally.

Moving on to my day. Wait, no evening post? Nope, this is way to short to be an individual post, so I thought I’d just put it down here where people could see. My day’s been inexplicably dry today, and I didn’t want to bore you guys with a separate post about three lines long. The highlight of my day was actually talking to my beloved Sadia just five minutes ago, and I have to say, we really need to work on our goodbyes, because our ones at the moment really aren’t cutting it…don’t worry, she knows this already 🙂 Anyway, that’s really all that’s gone on. Not much has gone on that I feel the need to tell, so I’ll just leave it at that for now. I’ll be posting a quote and hopefully a tweet tomorrow, just for a change up, since I realize that I’ve been posting far too little these days, and I’m feeling pretty ashamed for doing so. I guess I’ll be seeing y’all tomorrow then!


Newsspot – Into The Heart Of Lightness

So, just before I retire from my computer desk, I thought I’d share this post with you from The New York Times. I found it rather fascinating, and I hope you do too. Here’s a snippet from the story, with a link underneath:

Into the Heart of Lightness

Doug Gates/Museum of Contemporary Art San Diego

Doug Wheeler’s installation “DW 68 VEN MCASD 11” (1968-2011), in San Diego.

Published: January 15, 2012


THE artist Doug Wheeler tells two stories, both having to do with light, that go a long way toward explaining why he is so revered by many fellow artists — as a visionary and a relentlessly stubborn perfectionist — and also why his work has been seen by so few American artgoers over the last few decades, particularly those in New York.

The first story takes place at the Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao, Spain, where several years ago Mr. Wheeler created a complex installation he calls an “infinity environment,” featuring a light-saturated, all-white, rounded room with no corners or sharp angles, rendering viewers unable to fix their eyes on any surface. It invokes an experience of light itself as an almost tactile presence. As Mr. Wheeler continued to tweak the piece, a small boy walked up to the room and hesitated before entering, putting his hands in front of him because his senses told him that the square entrance was a wall, not simply a wall of light flooding his vision.

“I thought, ‘O.K., I can stop worrying so much and being mad about them letting people in too early,’ ” Mr. Wheeler said recently over coffee at the David Zwirner gallery in Chelsea, where he has just opened his first solo New York gallery show at the age of 72, remaking a cavernous interior into a kind of immaculate white vacuum tube — the city’s first infinity environment.

The rest of the story can be found here: NY Times – Into the Heart of Lightness