Of being a bloody idiot

No matter how old you are you will always be stuck at the age you first really inhabited your body. For me that was 17. That was my Joseph year;  the year I understood who I was and this made me battle ready. The entire world was waiting for me to conquer it; I was [...]

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September 25th, 2011 by Feylian

Of life recently of discovering a new (for me) poet

Ok, so half the title is inane; but it is apt. I haven’t written anything other than proposals the past blog-silent months and because of this I am rabidly hungry* for success. Not the kind of success where you go to your school reunion bursting to tell, modestly/humbly, of your career choice and sporting pert [...]

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May 26th, 2010 by Feylian

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 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

Of watching TV and losing IQ points

I am droolingly stupid and horrified. I just spent the past 2 hours watching DSTV and I am shaking and depressed. How can anyone watch television and not want to kill themselves? Not kidding. Not being overly dramatic…well. No wonder our world is in the wtf state it is in. Good lord folks…Read. Please read? [...]

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October 7th, 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 one last stab at wallowing

I understand how being in pain can warp your spirit. I read about Nacho’s neuralgia years ago and read how it changed him but I have had only a few of experiences of true physical pain*. This dental thing gives me some inkling of why people suffering from chronic pain off themselves. I am so [...]

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July 28th, 2009 by Feylian

Of agony and being a wuss

Other than the odd, differently-geared human being, very few people enjoy going to the dentist. However, some souls like your author, would rather endure  searing, nerve-stripping pain for months (or until the progressively stronger painkillers run out) than visit the very nice dentist who does not deserve such trembling fear*. I’ve already lost an 8th [...]

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July 22nd, 2009 by Feylian

Of being perhaps a bit broken

I think it might be better for me to avoid everyone I care about for a while. I think volunteering as a mercenary might be a good thing for a few weeks. This birthday is killing me. I don’t even want to turn it funny because it is not. Not even a little bit. I [...]

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June 18th, 2009 by Feylian

Rage

I feel discontented. I want to write but I don’t know what. I just know that if I don’t the words will ribbon my skin to escape. Writing isn’t so much a hobby or habit as it is a compulsion*. It staves off the chittering voices really, feeds them words and then they’re quiet for [...]

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June 4th, 2009 by Feylian

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