Of syrup for blood

I feel like I am motes of once-known-as-Feylian swirling in Barenjaeger* or a leaf blowing in the whistle of Felix Laband’s Whistling in Tongues. I want to drink Him and I know he will taste of maple syrup. My blood is hardly salty red – I’ve just made him a mixed cd of music so [...]

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September 15th, 2009 by Feylian

Of letting go and falling

It’s gone and happened folks. I think it’s him. The Guy. I am falling in love. The Afrikaans word “verlief” is better. “In love” seems presumptuous and not a little hasty. I’m not very lucid at the moment as I only got home at 5 this morning after many hours of honest here-I-am, what now, [...]

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September 3rd, 2009 by Feylian

Of drinking wine for the kids

It is wine festival time again /GRIN. El the Legend‘s church* has a yearly charity event where all gather to have wine, good food and excellent conversation. This year I have my own table. Folk in attendance: CC, Delicious One, Rangineer, O the Metal Alchemist, Lovely Lila (MM‘s sister), Hot Divorce Lawyer & friend and [...]

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September 2nd, 2009 by Feylian

Of me me and then some more me

CC used the f-word* yesterday. I may have cried a little bit. I was still ok with him buggering off to Cape Town to find himself or the mountain or whatever it is that tie dye wearing, copy writing flakes who drive S4′s and own everything with the word “touch” in it somewhere do there…grrr…where [...]

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September 1st, 2009 by Feylian

Of a nice evening out

The date went surprisingly well. Granted I could muster only the odd Witty Remark but I think that was a good thing. Such a nice/cute guy. He beams when he smiles but manages to look the Karoo dusk and not a strobelight. It’s the weirdest thing, the past while it seems as if my taste [...]

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August 22nd, 2009 by Feylian

Of being a bit bitter

Look I know I kvetch about “lurve” a lot. I’m a GIRL. Deal with it. So yet another update about Cupid and Eros and all the other chubby little bastards which so greatly influence my pinkity pink existence. Russian Mafia Guy is pretty irrevocably in love, and that is awesome :). What is not so [...]

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August 17th, 2009 by Feylian

Of an evening which contained 2 poets and half a blues band

I love the endless-possibility-feeling of a Saturday morning, when the living is easy*. An epic evening of acoustic blues at Sinkshack with Badword, Poet Programmer and the guys from The Black Cat Bones ensured a fragile morning ensconced in feather duvet and The Rattle Bag. I have no idea what I will do the rest [...]

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August 15th, 2009 by Feylian

Of feeling like a bit of an idiot and strange animals

Buggering badgers on a stick. It’s time I start dating. Considering that even the biggest womaniser I know is now in a relationship and almost certainly in maybe-love, and CC is long since a goner, that leaves me with a dwindling supply of single friends. And frankly, I want a Waking Life connection. I don’t [...]

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August 12th, 2009 by Feylian

Of getting my comeuppance and watching maybe-love bloom

I’ve been dumped*. Ok, this perhaps needs a bit of explaining :). The Lovely Redheaded Photographer and I attempted “dating”. He is one kickass guy and hopefully still part of the elitist friend group I have going.  I told him a while ago he deserves the genuine “kicked in the stomach but in a good [...]

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August 11th, 2009 by Feylian

Of pretty pink confusion and lady names

So I saw the Lovely Redheaded Photographer again last night and we had yet another of those talks.  Prompted by what seems to be a newly acquired inability to lie, I had to explain to him where we stood. I had to do this because I told El the Legend that I wanted to see [...]

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July 17th, 2009 by Feylian
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