2009 November

Of teeth grinding frustration and the sheer awesome that is Google Wave

It is a beautiful cloudy cold day and I can’t really speak because my jaw is clenched rather firmly shut and my molars are getting really intimate with one another*. So intimate in fact that you can see their motion through the jumping muscles in my cheeks. I think I did a prat fall out [...]

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November 18th, 2009 by Feylian

Of stumbling down memory lane or how memory shapes personality

Due to a typical Feylian f…mess up I left my lovely Dell’s cable at a client. So now I am back in front of a PC at the office where I poured out much of my soul last year this time. Amazing how the same playlist*, same view, hell…the same emoticons on MSN, drag out [...]

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November 17th, 2009 by Feylian

Of beautiful girls

Brace yourself. Shallow post this: Either I have become more aware of the members of my gender or I am suddenly surrounded by a few drool inducingly hot females. All shining hair, lip gloss wielding, lily white yielding flesh and razor wit. I completely understand why you wand carriers* can barely think around women. Let [...]

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November 11th, 2009 by Feylian

For those who like trawling

The Poem

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. ~W.B. Yeats

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