Of an impending summer weekend

Feylian — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 13:14:21 +0000

This is just yours truly rambling because it is far too beautiful a day for work (that I have quite a lot of but am rebelling). I’m sitting next to an open window and the sunlight is inching onto my lily white self and fanning the tendrils of hair that escaped from the far-too-lazy-to-comb-let’s-make-a-sloppy-ponytail-instead hairdo.

I have the attention span of an ADHD gnat on smack. All I want to do is revel. I want to take big gulps of love/air, I want to be swollen with joy and beauty. I want to forget about anything but having my fingers swim through the air, away from here. I want to feel the heat and sweat of justice and to have those cells happily bounce because there is no moment better than this. No regrets of yesterday, no what ifs of tomorrow. Just maple syrup sunlight, top lip beads of sweat, braai smoke and chilled wine under The Wisteria Purple Patio.

I want to be moved by incendiary guitarists like Jimi & John Mayer (but of course). I want to feel CC‘s (Felix Laband Whistling in tongues, Juno Reactor Conquistador Part 1) music goosebump my entire being. I want the notes of Hans Zimmer’s Elysium and Now we are free to soak into my muscle filaments and untangle the mess of too much Dell 610.

I want witty banter and lazy sauntering. I want to walk arm in arm and plait honeysuckle into my hair. I want to laugh so hard I crack a rib. I want to trace the skin of your wrist and watch you shudder with pleasure. I want to lie on the trampoline and feel half of me bake. I want to hear MM beautiful belly laugh and Rambo‘s deep voice caressing terse sentences. I want to say goodbye to my friend who is not even going all that far and see the bittersweet joy this will have him feel. I want to never forget this day or this weekend or this frame of my life.

I love my life, as you should yours.

1. Word of the frame: reverberate (The Sage: 5. ring or echo with sound, 6. have a long or continuing effect)

2. Insight of the frame: Being able to express exactly how you are feeling is like a first kiss.

3. State of the pool: gin and tonic

4. Joy of the frame: I will probably get all I want /grin

5. Awesomest lines: I freaking adore this woman. Yours and mine – Elsa Volschenk

My heart is humming to it
my mind dancing to it
my dreams chasing it

Your heart is closed to it
your mind unaware of it
your dreams untouched by it

Our worlds collide into it
but it’s different -
while bursting in my soul
it’s resting in yours.

Of no regard for self preservation

Feylian — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 12:17:31 +0000

You know you’ve had a rough evening when the next day it feels like you are wading through the metre high snowbank that is your work day while wearing little more than a flimsy dress aka your conscience. My brain currently resembles a 1.5kg roughly hewn block of porous gloop.

Went to Tings with Little Brother & entourage, Rose Girl*, Lovely Redheaded Photographer, The Delicious One** and Ender. The Black Cat Bones were once again slurpingly awesome. So so good. The rest of the evening however, is a bit of a blur. At the end one of Ender and my clients joined us. The man has insane amounts of money. By way of illustration: we were raving about how awesome TBCB is and he wanted to pay them and the sound engineer to play another set. They declined but if they hadn’t we would have had an encore performance. He is dangerously charming…in a career destroying, harakiri kind of way. Sometimes being a woman in business is damn hard.

I have a date tonight. Should be interesting considering I can barely construct a sentence much less witty banter. Oh well.

1. Word of the day: perplexed

2. Insight of the day: I can no longer handle my likker >.<

3. State of the pool: peachy wavelets sussurating shush and other softly treading words

4. Random thought: …that would require thinking innit.

5. Awesomest lines: Classic song. Come together – the Beatles. Completely trippy song.

*Lovely, clever, vibrant young lady. Can’t wait to get to know her better.

** Who seems to no longer be scared of “lirrel ol me”…/grin. I left him well enough alone, delicious or no.

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Of an impending summer weekend

Of no regard for self preservation