Of being blessed, grateful and eviscerated

I am in gadget heaven. I now have a Samsung Galaxy Tab, a Samsung Galaxy SII and a BlackBerry (for work). I am such an Android slut it isn’t even funny. I’m retiring from the search for love thing. I can’t hack the sweetly worded rejection anymore. I’m done. After this year I have a [...]

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November 6th, 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 rambling anxiety

As you know: I love what I do and the company that allows me to do so. However, currently thinking of my future  makes me feel like my ribs are being rythmically and methodically pounded by a few million nanotech hammers. Every day I have less breathing space and this is not because my Wonderbra [...]

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October 14th, 2009 by Feylian

Of still being in love and bad Afrikaans tv

I am watching Boer Soek ‘n Vrou and deary me, chewing foil would be more fun. The “probing” questions, the evasive Afrikaans farmer mustachioed, plaid shirt wearing, chino wielding bore meisters makes me seriously consider whacking my extremities on gangrene causing rusted ogiesdraad. /shudder I’ve been trying to write to, and about, Him but I [...]

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October 6th, 2009 by Feylian

Of being tard* but so very happy

I warn you now: this post offers  the intellectual stimulation of  watching a Love Boat episode with purple cotton candy wedged in your ears. It has been quite a week. I’m so knackered I can barely see straight. I am not the biggest sleeper in the world but 15 or so hours in 4 days [...]

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August 28th, 2009 by Feylian

Of rootlessness and consulting

Staying with your parents, unless you are visiting and/or sozzled for the duration, is a very bad idea. This time around The Peace lasted only 3 days*. Sigh. So. I am moving to Midrand; Wawa offered us a place to stay till their son is born mid November. Then we will probably stay with Badword [...]

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August 6th, 2009 by Feylian

Of reading and penetrating cold

I love how sometimes only 1 day can be of such awesome that writing becomes a giggling Herculean task. Last night was indeed epic, even if it was not nearly what I had envisioned it to be. El was, as always, freaking legendary. It is a miracle that the woman can move without stepping over [...]

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August 1st, 2009 by Feylian

Of being damn lazy

So yesterday’s super emo post’s promise of a post with some intellectual meat to it will not be forthcoming. I am far too lazy and languid. Today I have to speak to no one, do nothing and owe allegiance to only breathing and being spine challengingly horizontal. Perhaps my muse will bitchslap me into action.  1. Word of the [...]

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July 18th, 2009 by Feylian

Of moving house and starting anew

I started YGM because I had to deal with my first true, someone-kill-me-please heartbreak. All posts before this one was done on www.blogs.24.com/feylian. I wrote it specifically for Perfect Guy. We wrote to each other every day for about 2 months and I had gotten used to writing everyday and I couldn’t give it up. [...]

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June 17th, 2009 by Feylian

Of bad words and worse moods

I’m still angry and I have no real reason why. I am sincerely hoping that it is just a chemical thing, because it is coupled with an unceasing headache. It feels like the air around me is crackling with unspoken resentment and disappointment but I am tired of this. Enough now. Enough of this wallowing. [...]

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June 5th, 2009 by Feylian
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