tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30900907285122951482024-03-06T06:39:12.117+08:00The Gay side of Things.Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.comBlogger366125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-47953494450032781042014-06-29T20:08:00.000+08:002014-06-29T20:10:53.978+08:00I Waited I waited.
Breath bated.
For a bait.
A bed.
Feelings that fail to abate.
Only exacerbate.
I waited.
In vain.Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-64979927089544225392014-06-27T10:19:00.000+08:002014-06-27T12:39:55.819+08:00Absence
It has been a while. Revisiting the blog is like looking back fondly on a dusty diary. Snap shots of thoughts, emotions and events captured in individual entries. For some, a reflection of events even further back in time.
Memories otherwise obscured or confined to the deep dark depths of subconsciousness. Silent and forgotten until roused from the brief intrusion of rememberance, they Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-50360069461180771812012-10-21T16:51:00.002+08:002012-10-21T22:55:02.783+08:00Pretend me not.
"Could you at least pretend?" He stopped in mid conversation. Some discourse about the pairing of saffron with fish or was it paella. She had lost him some 10 minutes ago. Caught between the drone of his voice and the tinkle of Richard Clayderman's Ballade pour Adeline.
"Pretend what?" She asked automatically even though she knew the answer. Dragging the rocket leaves across herplate, Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-56977717847498129682012-10-09T23:25:00.001+08:002012-10-09T23:28:34.151+08:00Words
Take the words
Chew them up
Wet with scorn.
Spit them back
Black with dread
Covered in webs.
Words mangled
I lie here entangled.
Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-13238324149600374702012-10-09T09:01:00.000+08:002012-10-09T23:29:01.424+08:00Seasons.
Spring
Shoots burst forth from frost
Scent of crisp green growth abound
Birth pangs morning brings.
Summer
In dreams they whisper
Tales of old all gone bitter
Parched like sun scorched ground
Autumn
Flowers in the wind
Cascade in billowing streams
Rippling coloured hues.
Winter
Lances of ice pierce true
Blood blossoms red staining snow
See how my heart bleeds
Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-71469405656709449042012-09-08T19:21:00.000+08:002012-09-11T16:48:00.150+08:00DruggedYour love, my Dear is like a drug.
Sweet, syrupy, sometimes abrupt.
Dark with meaning, Light with candour.
The companionable silences,
comfortable counterparts to the exuberant exchanges that follow.
Like butter on toast, a rose to my nose.
Tell me darling whenceforth I should go.
For your arms my love, are inviting me so.Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-39040706642525120902012-09-05T01:08:00.000+08:002012-09-05T01:08:07.077+08:00Rain
I look out. At the rain.
A fine mist coalescing into a shower of silver needles.
Sharp and slanted into the wind.
Before exploding in wet demise. Silver shards on the black asphalt .
As tongues of lightning fork across the sky.
Brilliant flashes rending the black canvas of night.
Amidst the lazy drawl of thunder.
And the symbolism is not lost on me.
Of you and I.
And Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-91603378155580051142012-08-14T00:12:00.001+08:002012-08-14T00:12:17.893+08:00Salut
Looking back on the previous posts, an inexorable truth comes to mind. As the years pass, I post less.
Not out of any conscious effort to abstain from doing so. In fact, the opposite may probably be so. A general sense of lethargy, the mind numbing impact of work and the simple dearth of desire would probably explain the silence.
I've always believed blogging should be cathartic. The Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-48316071609442908702012-05-10T01:12:00.002+08:002012-05-10T01:12:53.874+08:00I Dreamt.
I dreamt of dreams without doors
Of love without wars.
That we could belong
In some place together for long
Of conversations without qualifications
Of expectations without recriminations
That we talk as we walk
Only to find you stopped the talk
Much less walked the talk.
And I remain. Alone in my dream.
For some dreams are best left unshared.
Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-33365609267018669982012-02-21T22:42:00.004+08:002012-02-22T00:15:41.372+08:00JuxtapositionFunny how rearranging a couple of words in a single sentence can convey a meaning so different from its original form. Some times the difference is striking, often it is subtle but upon further analysis no less different. Perhaps sometimes even more, given the subtle but profound nuances that convey shades of meanings not initially revealed at first glance.Take the phrase 'Nothing with you is Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-8753643141856059662012-02-16T21:38:00.003+08:002012-02-18T01:59:33.116+08:00Essence of AbsenceIn absence the sun doesn't shine. Peals of gold that divulge the paradigmOf senses garbled blindRiotous shrieks of colour That mock the divineOut of dark does light divide. Fields which unfold before hungry eyesDown the myriad hued tiers of paradise The sun in yellow does ariseIn essence, your love, my divine.Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-66709468242721508952011-12-21T06:19:00.009+08:002011-12-21T07:24:06.755+08:00Repulsive regret.Having moved on, I thought the selfish brat of the ex, as the last one shall henceforth be known, would have gone on with his life without a care in the world save for the usual bemoaning of how stupid the world is and the alleged idiots at his work place in particular. Sleep, Self, Work with the occasional Sex thrown in (on his terms) really defined his life. I was wrong.Apparently Brat was emo Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-15801944546449873052011-12-12T23:26:00.004+08:002011-12-12T23:35:02.407+08:00Rotten to the CoreYou weren't very promising to begin with.Spiky on the outside, hard, unyielding, forbidding.With just the faintest hint of the fragrance within.A heady, intoxicating mix, at once overpowering yet fragrant. The allure of the flesh therein.So I tore my flesh from rending that skin, bloodied my hands on those treacherous spikes.Just because I believed there was something worth the pain within.Then Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-30386536603533585422011-11-13T23:55:00.000+08:002011-11-14T01:08:09.031+08:00Soliloquy"Na" he said. Pushing a large black Mont Blanc paper bag at me without so much as the de riguer niceties. He was almost an hour late, no apologies, no explanations. But this was his SOP, the man I'd dated, the one who proposed and the face I'd addressed as 'Dear' for slightly over 4 months.An impassive countenance that masked unfathomable thoughts. A face alien in its familiarity."Where you wannaAelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-34934055493258405962011-10-09T22:10:00.004+08:002011-10-09T22:28:07.143+08:00Not. - Navi's AdmonishmentBlame not the foul north winds,for the rank stench of decay and complacency .Look not to the sands of time,for succor in your quest for redemption.Shake not your fist at the barren heavens,for its callous contempt for your cries of refreshment.Cling not to finely wrought metal for comfort,Cool to touch yet quick to burn.Perceive instead the rot within,the impatience, insensitivity, idiocy.The Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-86760928108678004782011-08-24T21:53:00.009+08:002011-08-24T22:34:00.081+08:00SMD. 'K?
The evolution of a failed relationship - in three Letters.
Sell me Dreams;
Shake me Dizzy;
Suck my Dick;
Suck me Dry; then
See me Die.
Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-38773820123933000462011-07-21T01:31:00.003+08:002011-07-21T01:36:37.661+08:00Lies of the sky.Do not lie,when you talk of things that fly,And jewels in the sky.For in my mind's eye,all I see are men that squirm beneath pewtered wings of vacuous glory,And stagger with vapid smiles and fevered brows.To where they do not know,only to find what they do not seek.As the world shudders with every step we take.Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-59982708874115316852011-06-27T22:51:00.003+08:002011-06-28T01:16:50.332+08:00Fallen<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US ZH-CN X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-79531682413888076002011-05-27T23:39:00.004+08:002011-05-28T01:13:40.609+08:00ExodusIt used to be a good place to work. Friendly environment, good hours, decent work, shitty pay but hey something has to give and we were fully apprised of the fact. Comfortable, auto-cruise mode and you can understand why some people entered and stayed with a view towards retirement in the firm. I was even guilty of that once. Complacent and comfortable with the pace of things.But times have Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-13364298794287038972011-03-23T23:03:00.000+08:002011-03-23T23:05:42.542+08:00Lying with LiarsI remember that night.As we lay in bed and you laid your head on my shoulder.When I said the fault lies with none and that you should lay your cares on me.I lied.Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-77982392032168453002011-03-21T23:57:00.002+08:002011-03-22T01:20:40.252+08:00Of boobs and butts.I love my post holiday leave day. Ostensibly taken because I need a day after a nice holiday to adapt and adjust my mindset back to the rigours of work. At least that's what I tell everyone. It's better than saying I'm lazy and want an extra day off to do anything but work. Which may include running my own personal errands I'd normally not get round to doing, more pampering, aimless slacking or Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-84241303861907462142011-03-16T19:51:00.005+08:002011-03-23T23:47:00.154+08:00CareSometimes I sit and stare and wonder why you care.About the little trifles and idiocies you feel you bear.Then I remember you are you and I am me.That the things we hear while same, may differently wear.And that really I shouldn't care.Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-33062159375479312822011-03-08T15:29:00.001+08:002011-03-08T15:33:42.312+08:00Soundbite.Things have been moving along at breakneck speed these past couple of weeks. Some not as fast as I would have liked, others a blazing blur of activities and snappy (but thought out) decisions. Being able to get a breather, sit back and reflect is a pleasant change.Got round to doing Lasik at long last. Haha all in one day in fact. I figured it'd be a nice fresh, almost celebratory start to a new Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-50294347013733221052011-02-24T19:44:00.002+08:002011-02-24T21:58:55.830+08:00Primordial feelingsFeelings. Because the basest, unrationalised ones are often truest.I hate the smell of rain on hot asphalt. The warm dusty musk of wet earth released mingling with the stench of hot tar. The barely perceptible little oodles of steam that rise as the rain slaps the pockmarked road. A noxious assault on the senses.I detest cowards who lie because they have no sense of self. Liars who lie as if Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-36623571617989619022011-02-16T14:36:00.002+08:002011-02-16T17:13:50.389+08:00Fast forwardLooking back at the most recent posts, I realized that they've largely either been the depressive emo kind or invariably start off along the lines of "I haven't blogged for so long but here's what's happened so far". The emo depressive posts, on hindsight, are a little too emo for my liking; painting the picture of an emotionally challenged individual beset by many unhappy issues. Though that wasAelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0