Lets talk romance….

I recently read something absolutely brilliant, because a friend had posted a link to the article which appeared on my Facebook feed. Now, I barely ever have the time to open all the links I find strewn across my feed, regardless of how interesting they may seem to me. But since I am on vacation, I find myself paying closer attention to these posts and I wound up clicking one that later inspired this post.

The article I found was actually linked to another blog, a far more professional do than mine. I was thoroughly impressed and now I can’t wait to show you this post. It should resonate with men and women both and teach a lesson through a different perspective. Read the article linked below before you carry on with my post:


I’m Dating Someone Even Though I’m Married

By Jarrid Wilson


Done? Good. Did that give some food for thought? I personally found it a very profound read and loved the perspective the writer Jarrid gives. I like the idea that even though you have won the love of your significant other, it should not mean that you stop making the effort you put in to get them.

The courting stage of a relationship is a lovely time where we are at our best, and everything is rosy colored. It is an exciting time of butterflies-in-the-tummy and smiling-for-no-reason, going out of your way to be considerate and do little things that make the other happy. Why should all that stop just because you got together?

I guess the key to keeping things fresh is to keep romance in mind. All the cheesy things, the flowers and the candy, the candles and adventures, these are all iconic for a reason. You may be a cynic about these things outwardly but you must agree that deep down, even you wouldn’t mind a little ol’ school loving!

So please, everyone that is in a relationship, do not fall into the trap of routine and humdrum. Make the effort and you will be rewarded with a relationship that is stimulating and exciting and all the more loving than it ever was or perhaps was in the first few days.


The last post of the night…

Moonlight Industry


This is what is commonly known as a Plant (as in the factory sort). My father helped construct this one that you see. He was a project engineer/manager before he retired earlier this year. This is just one of many he has worked on. Growing up I would visit these sites, see these monstrous structures go from ground up and when they would light up it was like something out of a sci-fi flick or when seen from afar, like an ocean steam-liner with ist many chimneys puffing white smoke… I had a pretty wild imagination as a child luckily:

That’s me

A Kitty Called Nightmare…

Under Cover

My cat, a funny feline caricature of a vampire (with legit fangs that poke over its lower “lip”), perhaps aptly named Nightmare. She likes to pretend she is invisible. I am not kidding here. This cat is a strange, silent creature that sneaks about, loathes attention or affection and is most at ease when it feels like no one knows she’s present. She is a hovering watcher of sorts, with big round yellowy-green eyes and jet black fur. Prone to doing silly things and then running away to hide if anyone witnesses any of these activities. Now I promised myself I would not become one of those bloggers that incessantly inundates her blog with “cute cat pics”, but Nightmare is a retard that deserved at least one post… or a couple (to come) to her name.

When she realizes we know she’s there

what was it they say about cats and curiosity?

Has a weird obsession with my inspiration boards, canvasses and papers

Tuppence A Bag…

Feed the birds…

Feed the Birds (Tuppence a Bag)

Mary Poppins soundtrack (1964)

Early each day to the steps of Saint Paul’s
The little old bird woman comes.
In her own special way to the people she calls,
“Come, buy my bags full of crumbs.
Come feed the little birds, show them you care
And you’ll be glad if you do.
Their young ones are hungry,
Their nests are so bare;
All it takes is tuppence from you.”
Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag.
“Feed the birds,” that’s what she cries,
While overhead, her birds fill the skies.
All around the cathedral the saints and apostles
Look down as she sells her wares.
Although you can’t see it, you know they are smiling
Each time someone shows that he cares.
Though her words are simple and few,
Listen, listen, she’s calling to you:
“Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag.”