Milan Kundera

Of nothing much in particular and yet of everything

Hmmmm…quite an evening. Went to The Hungarian Bar as it was Brilliant Hungarian’s bday party. Left early as poor Bambi was…to put it lightly…in pain. But of course, stoically handling said severe pain. Freaking idiot. Man, I love those people. Should hopefully see them again soon. Swine flu has thus far precluded any visits to [...]

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August 29th, 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 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

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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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