Blurbs

And we did (go to Wales)

Since it’s holidays and all the kids are at home, I have decided to postpone editing (read: converting from .raw to .png) all the pictures and snaps from the trip to later on.
It was an adventure and I loved (almost) every bit of it. I would’ve probably gone without the baby having 40 degrees fevers for the first few days due to teething, but hey – can’t have it all.
The weather was mostly awesome and I did, frankly, even enjoy the rain and drizzle that visited the last day or two. I have missed rain, fog and all the sulky weather shenanigans for years.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and the barely two weeks felt quick as a bullet train, and we’re back in the unbearable heat of a Middle Eastern desert.

I promise I’ll get through to the pictures! Eventually.

We’ll be (Inshallah) Going to Wales!

This has been in planning for months now and hopefully will finally come to fruition – but as it is with anything and us, I’m holding off on being too happy about it until I have my butt seated in, mhm, probably the taxi from Manchester to our destination. As it is a trip with four kids, one being a baby still, this will be something to behold; I bet my new Sketchers (bought for the trip) on it.

But, the flight is booked, the taxi and hotel are as well, all that’s left is for us to get on the plane and endure a 12 hour journey towards the little coastal town.

じゃあ、頑張りましょう!

(And yes, I have picked up Japanese as a new shiny hobby, as well. It’s been 5th month now and it’s a slow progress self-study, but I tend to be super stubborn about my personally set goals so hopefully, one day…I’ll be able to read that novel I have bought. Prematurely. As a motivation.)

The Land of Litter and Strays

I have been debating with myself whether to publish this or not, as I have no desire to bring any negativity towards the country; however, oftentimes it is seeing the negative limelight that makes us think of change within ourselves.

Some days, I spend hours trying to think of an idea how to bring the people residing in Kuwait, both citizens and expats, to respect the land, to stop treating the country as a giant trash-bin, and how to approach it…but again, and again, I fail to come up with anything else than having the parents and schools (and possibly some government campaign on top) educate the future generation about littering. It’s hardly up to me to tell people what to do – not that anyone would listen. I do all I can at home, teaching my children to hold on to their trash till they see a bin or a dumpster, or even bring it home, only not to join the ranks of trash-dealers.

Not rarely, as I go through my photographs I have taken on a trip or for an occasion, and try to decide what to post, what to keep and what to discard, a number of otherwise decent pictures doesn’t make it due to the unflattering amounts of litter within. These are merely some examples; they’re not the only pictures of trash I have ever taken, but they’re the only ones that survived being deleted.

Kuwait may not sport much when it comes to stunning landscapes or natural beauty, not in the mountainsides and forests or rolling meadows manner, but what it has can be beautiful enough. The vastness of the barren, pale yellow desert, the never-ending line of tranquil blue sea, the hidden gems of the coral reefs. If only…

Are you a collector?

As I wandered around a beach today, adding to my collection of broken seashells (I love broken seashells. I just find them more beautiful and complex than the perfect ones.)
…I wondered, does anyone else in my circles collect something…quite odd or less usual than, let’s say, postal stamps?
Maybe…broken seashells or Tamagotchis?

(6 Tamagotchis isn’t really a collection, is it? It isn’t. I don’t collect Tamagotchis. I just have them. Yes. That’s it.)

On the Topic of Social Media

I’ve just fully deleted few accounts after testing for a few weeks of doing pretty much nothing on them, and nobody batting an eye about my absence — I see no need to maintain two or more separate presences in different places on top of Randomly Mad, since it makes no difference in perception. I mean — I’m already taking care of hosting here, so…why split my already sparse content among multiple places, especially since noone seems to care? (I have however immediately snatched back umabbas.tumblr.com url as it is impossible for me to share my internet persona, thank you very much. It’s mine. All mine.)

I wish there was an easy way of cleaning through one’s Facebook, as I want to keep it for easy logins, but would also like to, time to time, go back and remove posts that I deem irrelevant now. Alas, there is not.


I have a whole bunch of unfinished photographs waiting to be processed to .png and uploaded, and despite being busy with house and kids, I’d love to participate in this year’s entire inktober. I see my attendance skeptically, but one can always hope.

There’s only a barely palm sized notebook waiting to be filled, and that should hopefully allow me to finish the whole month, sketches being only the ink and quite small.

We shall see!

I could also absolutely forget it is October and be done with it — it wouldn’t be the first occasion of my sense of time getting all scrambled.

 

Instagram feed added, because reasons

Since I’m a total slack in updating these days…weeks…months…OK, years, I’ve added my Instagram feed on the top menu. In case someone still wanders around these digital pages, scouring for pictures.

I’m still taking my camera out on occasion, I’ve just been really horrible in actually getting it out over to the PC and converting it to a readable format; let alone uploading it on Flickr or here to slap it into a blog entry.

I apologize.

Anyway – Instagram feed this way.