tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30900907285122951482012-01-12T15:51:55.710+08:00The Gay side of Things.Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.comBlogger3551100tag: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.com0tag: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.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-39634363323059180782011-01-04T11:00:00.000+08:002011-01-04T11:03:36.110+08:00Whisper from the Abyss.I stare ahead, into the darkness and the Abyss stares back at me. As my world slowly crumbles around me. The unescapable sounds of disintegration, my only company.Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-76174260635806458902010-12-31T11:35:00.000+08:002010-12-31T11:42:36.357+08:00Curtain Call -2010And so a year comes to an end. It's been a rollercoaster ride of sorts. Domestic life isn't all bliss, it has its up and downs. Laughs and exasperated sighs. The thing about staying together really is that you're practically in each other's face the entire week, which is where the compromise and the need to communicate come in handy. Some might not be as good as communicating as others but its Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-9700428133116059372010-12-15T01:36:00.002+08:002010-12-15T01:39:38.057+08:00The AwakeningErrath woke to the sound of his hacking coughs, prodded awake by the constant aches in his body. The Sundering had come to pass and his health had deteriorated steadily since. The trials and tribulations of the constant adventuring and front line battles in the diverse places of Azeroth ranging from the depths of the earth against power hungry dragons to the icy wastes of Northrend against a Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-66661243444962130202010-11-17T17:50:00.001+08:002010-11-17T17:53:00.961+08:00至少還有你Settled down. It's been a tempestuous couple of weeks. Generally on that continuing high, the mundane aspect of chores and settling various household necessities not detracting from that high. On the contrary, it's become an enjoyable routine of sorts, the sense of ownership ironically present now where it was once lacking. Even the occasional visits to and interactions with the Family have Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-57638145507447288512010-10-28T01:00:00.001+08:002010-10-28T01:03:08.631+08:00What a ride- A New Chapter.Whirlwind does not even begin to describe these past couple of weeks. Tempestuous but not destructive. Consuming but not overwhelming. And like a torrent that hits you when you least expect it, sometimes all you can do is drown in that thing called love.Wont as I am to disclose more, I shall not do so here due to the fact that people I have no intention of sharing anything with, have access to Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-22589498123683202832010-10-17T17:12:00.003+08:002010-10-17T17:48:19.011+08:00ThankfulThe past few months have seen so many changes, a marked departure from the status quo. Of new friends and new experiences. The joys of quiet camaraderie, simple activities that are nonetheless enjoyable if not because of the company. The revival of old friendships and some not so old ones, but for all of whom, some much needed catching up. The spontaneity of actions, the heights of reactions, Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-3228504165142009552010-09-09T01:06:00.002+08:002010-09-09T10:02:07.635+08:00Your Soul is Mine!Heroes of Newerth continues to be just as attractive and riveting as it was when I first started. Perhaps even more so now that I'm familiar with the usual favourite heroes and pwning others (subject to idiotic team mates, noobs and/or an utter lack of team work) is so much easier.The current favourite remains the aptly named Soul Reaper (Necrolyte in Dota) that insidious four legged portent of Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-85782230861746622212010-08-31T22:46:00.000+08:002010-08-31T22:50:11.390+08:00TimeTime is a paradox. Not the concept (and I'm not talking about the mechanics of time), that is easy enough to grasp. The inexorable march of Time, that Time and tide wait for no man or inanimate object for that matter. The physical impact of Time and its inescapable effect on the material universe is a reality we come to comprehend and accept (to varying degrees) early on in life.Rather, it is theAelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-57570916275656909172010-08-25T02:03:00.002+08:002010-08-25T11:58:13.127+08:00Your Baby Never Looked Good in Blue.Packing has become relatively less painful. Mainly because I decided to skip the hassle of packing toiletries and what not into impossibly finicky plastic bottles that are hard to fill and harder to keep from leaking. Damn things have a knack of leaking their contents at the most inopportune moments. Rather pay the extra $20 bucks. So the overnight bag looks a little like a stuffed chirozo now Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-11816586369195281572010-08-08T23:51:00.002+08:002010-08-09T00:05:06.967+08:00BatamI've never viewed Batam as an 'acceptable' holiday destination. I guess the preconceived perceptions of the place being a seedy rundown place frequented by old Singaporean ah peks to visit prostitutes in crummy hovels along with the occasional newspaper report of men maintaining mistresses there didn't help. Other than the fact that the best keropok (fried crackers) is to be found in Batam, BatamAelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-28388883640273785612010-08-06T21:40:00.004+08:002010-08-09T00:04:33.406+08:00Let me count the ways you astound me..I've never liked to wash dirty linen in public. While the act of bitching and ranting used to (and may on occasion be) a cathartic release, I've come to the realization that as the years go by, it's often better to forgive and forget. To learn, accept and observe. Then react as the situation calls for it. However since you've rejected all reasonable attempts at communication and closed all Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-30916462419124094072010-07-23T12:59:00.003+08:002010-07-23T13:14:07.458+08:00What a week.Coughing like a heavy smoker. The hacking debilitating kind of cough that keeps you up all night. Then get greeted by the news that Onemanga, arguably one of the most popular online reading will be following in the footsteps of Mangatoshokan and removing all its manga by next week. WTF. There's always other ways of obtaining one's fix of manga, true.Though if the current trend of publishers Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-20811701362207758352010-07-13T19:58:00.003+08:002010-07-13T22:04:22.779+08:00IntermezzoIt's been a while since I last wrote. As in really writin. Not short, vacuous observations of recent events or random ejaculatory musings. I just haven't seen the need to write or felt the urge to do so. I guess it doesn't really help that these days have been packed chock-a-block with activities, work and the propensity to agree to various impromptu arrangements.It's certainly been an expensive,Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-75130889389030706282010-06-27T23:05:00.007+08:002010-06-27T23:48:15.706+08:00Pwnage: Heroes of Newerth- the newest vice.Gaming is so therapeutic. Fuck the naysayers who think otherwise. I mean how can going on a rampage and slaughtering creeps and human players alike not be therapeutic??? The instant high or quick shot of adrenalin after a couple of well spammed spells or attacks destroys an opposing human player replete with the added voice overs (ie: Savage Sick, Ultimate warrior, serial killer, doooomination) Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-44774086550480499292010-06-26T19:04:00.010+08:002010-06-27T23:47:41.561+08:00DelusionalSay I'm hot, you're probably right.Say you're fat, you probably are.Say I'm yours, you're probably not.Say you're upset, you're probably sensitive.Say I'm sensitive, you're probably rude.Say I'm rude, you're probably mad.Say I'm mad, you probably are.An ode to all the deluded, double standard peeps in denial out there. What would life be without them? A lot better no doubt. But they're here to Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-21177679889969232152010-05-21T01:50:00.002+08:002010-05-21T01:56:55.888+08:00Whatcha say?Which would you choose? A Free ride or a free Ride? Assuming the latter is enjoyable, of course. Whatcha say? Whatcha say? Decisions, decisions.Hahaha just so in the mood to finally hit a gay club after all this while. I can tell you I am damn sick of Pump Room. Just a few more hours.Whatcha Say?Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-46887075714385228142010-05-19T02:40:00.000+08:002010-05-19T02:40:03.219+08:00Random Ramblings 10: Unexpected EncounterBumped into an ex-BMT mate this morning at the taxi stand while headed home after the impromptu clubbing session. Well, maybe bumping is the wrong word, he never recognized me and I nearly didn't place his face till I'd gotten a full view of his face. By that time, he was getting into the cab and it was too late.I've forgotten his name, it could be Julian, Jack, Jason or Timothy, I'll need to Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-36004507720869698492010-05-17T00:20:00.002+08:002010-08-10T15:31:29.784+08:00Farcical HumorI seldom blog twice a day. Not out of habit or due to some idiosyncratic principle. I'm just too lazy. But this is an exception, fuelled in no small part by the fact that the modem was fried by the recent thunderstorm which means I'm stuck with a 500kbps internet tethered connection over my iphone. Meaning I can do precious little (ie: no downloading, gaming, etc) Wouldn't even let me access Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-45096529542029806102010-05-16T15:24:00.002+08:002010-05-16T15:40:39.258+08:00Random Ramblings 9 : That's the Way it is.Inspiration's a funny thing. When you're inspired, you feel exuberant, empowered and the creative juices flow abundantly, seemingly ceaselessly. Then, when like the fickle mistress she is, Inspiration flees, you're left apathetic and feeling drier than the Sahara. Suspended in a state of blah.I've been singularly uninspired these past few weeks. I can't tell whether it's the drudgery of work, theAelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-42117095591984343342010-04-22T18:20:00.002+08:002010-04-22T18:23:17.190+08:00Life on the fast side.Life is like cruising on the expressway. Sometimes we speed up, go on auto cruise, putter along at 40km/h or streak down the highway of our life like there’s a dozen cars on your tail. I like variety in my pace of life, too slow it becomes an absolute bore, too constant you get too complacent and dull, too fast you risk crashing and burning. Which although it sounds dangerously cool, is about as Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-34568257350420597762010-04-20T14:33:00.003+08:002010-04-20T15:23:53.978+08:00A Toast.Love is but a moment, cherish it.Lust is but a release, acknowledge it.Loyalty is but a possibility, accept it.Lies are but fallacies, abandon them.Oh what tangled webs we weave, when first we learn to deceive.Somethings never really change. Lunch while simple, was highly enjoyable. After all, with friends, it's all about the company isn't it?Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-76525512934782661152010-04-14T23:11:00.009+08:002010-04-15T00:55:02.592+08:00A Little Less Conversation.Seasons change, people change. Though as is often the case in relationships or friendships, sometimes people don't change, it's about discovering the person for who he or she truly is. Their ideals, principles, attitude towards friends and life in general, the person's core. For better or for worse, time and closer interaction with the person (almost always because you're interested to know the Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-50961498292875828102010-04-03T16:10:00.000+08:002010-04-03T16:38:54.981+08:00Of Clocks and Cocks.My attraction to and affection for the latter has never been in doubt. Having cock is a wonderful thing. My fascination with clocks however was considerably understated in comparison, tempered by an inability to get my hands on any (pre-internet) and the prohibitively expensive ones that were available locally. Then along came the joys (or scourge depending how you view it) of ebay and online Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-28647297982883008532010-03-29T00:14:00.002+08:002010-03-29T00:28:10.232+08:00Noisy Fucker.No this isn't an epithet (tho it may be under other circumstances) or a bitch fest rant against some imbecile. Rather, it's one of those random thoughts that come to mind unbidden while doing random things like checking the status of the remaining auctions on eBay or taking a leak. Toilet intellect at its finest. It isn't rocket science but it sure as hell is entertaining.I'm literally talking Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-71060460715085588212010-03-21T22:40:00.003+08:002010-03-21T23:14:19.672+08:00Fool again.I've always had a love-hate relationship with boybands and their songs. Love the songs because they're so singable and easy to relate to, kind of like a convenient pick-me-up. Hate them because they're so cheesy, emoish and more often than not, when one listens to them at a point of time when you feel you can relate to the song(s), you end up feeling worse than before. There is some innate Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-31074996528511521552010-03-06T14:19:00.003+08:002010-03-06T15:10:34.151+08:00Oh Happy Day!!!Life's a funny thing. Tracks once presumed to be permanent and steadfast abruptly disintegrate into nothingness and the momentum of a friendship, a relationship, a continuum of interactions grinds to an abrupt jarring halt. Doors close. New ones, never before envisaged, open. Old trains get derailed. New trains set off for an as of yet unknown destination.Funny that a person as nonreligious as I Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-89011251667596786142010-03-04T21:36:00.003+08:002010-03-04T21:57:48.769+08:00Random Ramblings 8: First...Last night was a first for a number of things.The first date with someone whom I was at least remotely attracted to for a long time.The first time things progressed so far and on an impromptu basis on a first date.The first time I'd so much booze and so little sleep the entire night cum morning.The first time I'd seriously reconsider my position since the break up.As Ab Fab's Patsy would say: Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-43358888457380209242010-02-21T16:44:00.005+08:002010-02-22T01:30:15.536+08:00Pepper & a whole lot of spice.Friends who feel I'm very risque usually haven't met my other friends or T. and S. in particular. These are friends who wouldn't think twice bout cracking jokes about various parts of the human anatomy or discussing sex and personal grooming over coffee as nonchalantly as if you were discussing the weather. Their logic being it's part of what we do and who we are and since sex is good and we Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-32311302252694178222010-02-07T16:14:00.004+08:002010-02-07T17:05:04.034+08:00Horological Craze.Ever since I stumbled upon Citizen's Calibre 8700 Model 8000-54L while surfing the net last Saturday, I've been more than a little obsessed with watches and finding out what makes em tick. Which is quite inexplicable because for the longest time ever, my attitude towards timepieces has always been if it keeps decent time and looks good, I couldn't care less what went on behind the dial of a watchAelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-20955953506295420062010-02-02T01:30:00.007+08:002010-02-02T23:30:29.243+08:00Life's a funny thing.It probably runs in the family. This unpleasant peculiarity of getting together with a loved one, getting so passionately involved in the relationship, making plans, then breaking up at different stages of the relationship. My cousin was the latest victim to follow in the Sister's and my footsteps though it is hardly something to be proud of.Truth be told, we'd always figured that he'd be the Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-51934670006609895992010-01-19T01:52:00.002+08:002010-01-19T02:04:41.651+08:00The power of words.There is a subtle yet pervasive power in words. Words written, crafted just so and evoked in a particular manner can transform an insipid observation into vivid imagery that commands yet persuades. Words which leave an indelible impression on your mind.I've always felt that the difference between a mediocre book and an outstanding one, apart from its contents, is the author's ability to convey Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-70494968812878923042010-01-17T22:14:00.001+08:002010-01-17T22:17:51.873+08:00Random Ramblings 7: Resolutions, friends & all things Japanese.True enough, a glimpse of the previous post is sufficient to cause me cringe. Not that I regret posting it. It served its purpose, which was to exorcise the inner turmoil within. Although it would have undoubtedly taken a longer time if not for friends. If there's something I can be thankful for, it's for the friends I have. Friends who I can trust and rely on, well at least those that are still Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-12531766482015545542010-01-15T01:42:00.005+08:002010-01-15T01:55:25.862+08:00Even the class clown cries.Ironic how the first entry of the new year is some pathetic, morose entry about the past and an issue I thought I'd never raise again. The more pan-tang (superstitious) peeps would probably say it does not bode well to start the new year on a negative note. But strictly speaking I never started the year morose though it was a little disheartening on a totally separate issue which shall not be Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-87577273430769704142009-12-29T22:46:00.002+08:002009-12-29T22:55:46.129+08:00And so it ends..with a whimper.I really wanted to talk about the Jap trip which incidentally was lovely but ever since I've returned I've been so tired. And the colossal amount of work which has to be done over a short span of the next few days (ie: new year) isn't exactly helping.My new year resolution's set, now to get moving. If only I can. Bloody tired.Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-84024574464147644452009-12-12T14:20:00.002+08:002009-12-12T16:04:08.685+08:00Festivities & HolidaysSo the festive season is upon us again, the time to make merry, enjoy the company of friends, lovers and family, blow a bunch of moola on merry making and gifts for friends & family. You can sense the festive mood, in the air you breathe, the glitzy kitsch of christmas-sy decor, the purposeful strut of shoppers thronging the malls, all intent on getting the best bargains & gifts.Yet for yours Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-37696711268533979692009-11-30T01:08:00.001+08:002009-11-30T01:13:58.068+08:00Packing.I love going on trips. It's just the getting up which I hate. Or more specifically, packing. Just the act of cleaning that little mountain of clear bottles/jars and proportioning the necessary toiletries into the said thingamajigs is a fatigue inducing affair. You know how long it takes to wash those damn things, dry them and carefully portion out the 101 toiletries into them before packing it inAelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-73636216989094347672009-11-22T12:10:00.001+08:002009-11-23T00:15:08.502+08:00K.It's been a long time since I've had an engaging and intense 3 hour long conversation with another guy into the wee hours of the morning. In a way, it felt like those old JC days when I'd stay up till 3 gossiping with Annie over the phone or chatting with W over nothing in particular until we'd fall asleep on the phone. What was supposed to be a 'short' conversation rapidly took on a life of its Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-70476581446599901052009-11-16T23:46:00.002+08:002009-11-16T23:50:07.457+08:00Bad Romance.Lady Gaga, you either Love her or you Hate her. Her music, her videos, her fashion sense, her eccentricity, her everything. She so totally personifies Gaga-ness. I still remember back when I gave a friend who was raving about Lady Gaga, a very blank look, and he went 'OMFG how can you not know about Lady Gaga? I mean are you like 70 or what?'So well, yes now I do know about her. Stumbling on the Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-73561781025040691102009-11-15T16:37:00.003+08:002009-11-15T17:26:49.960+08:00Boy Bands & Boyfriends.Funny how common the two were in the past, the proliferation of boy bands and boyfriends ( though flings would be a more apt description), now nothing more than quirky memories which leave behind a bittersweet taste in the mouth. And no, I'm not referring to any bodily fluids if that's what you're wondering.Like a strange dream you can't quite recall, the retrieved fragments of time a jumbled Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-38425954125718574402009-11-14T02:13:00.002+08:002009-11-14T02:31:34.568+08:00The Birthday BashAlthough the shewolf didn't turn up (phew) due to a sudden and virulent bout of flu and sore throat, the night still turned out to be damn havoc, certainly one of the wilder ones I've had in a while.To begin with, the Underworld theme which required us to come dressed (somewhat) as either vampires or werewolves set the tone for the rest of the night. Shopping with A. the night before for Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-89834238078721567202009-11-08T17:26:00.002+08:002009-11-08T22:43:16.567+08:00InsomniaOf three kinds.The first induced by the post-Paranormal Activity trauma. Save for a couple of peeps who appear to think that the show was more stupid than scary, the general consensus from those who've watched the show so far is that it's pretty freaky, scary shit.While it's true that the first 30 mins or so wasn't exactly hair-raising, after all we've all heard things that go bump in the night Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-75956138737381807722009-11-03T00:00:00.000+08:002009-11-03T00:03:22.138+08:00Tweet a Twit.After holding out for the past few months, I finally succumbed (something I seem to be doing a lot of these days) and registered for Twitter today. The main motivation being the ability to say anything, anywhere, in hopefully intelligibly bite-sized portions without the need to compose one's thoughts and write in prose. Mental Diarrhoea if you will.Registration was fast and painless, an extensionAelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-64366767701945241052009-10-30T23:05:00.004+08:002009-11-01T00:36:51.403+08:00GCF. (Good Clean Fun)Good Clean Fun. Depending on who you ask, this innocuous term may have very different meanings. It is a convenient term that entails activities so varied as to be barely more than a personal barometer of acceptable fun activities. A catch-all phrase that encompasses anything from a puritanical litany of do nots like No sex, No drugs, No drinking, No partying, No swearing (which does cause one to Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-22803970282308484142009-10-04T17:38:00.006+08:002009-10-04T22:00:07.721+08:00Gay Sex: An Anthropological Observation."So when are you gonna ask me to fuck on down?" G asked, over Msn."Fuck on down?" I enquired, feigning ignorance for what must have been the umpteenth time."Meet to fuck la. Ask you how long already." came the annoyed reply."Aiya busy la. Let you know ya?" I went before returning to the outrageous antics of Edina and Patsy on Absolutely Fabulous.This recent conversation is increasingly Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-21104462873945730112009-10-01T13:58:00.002+08:002009-10-01T15:19:08.289+08:00Life from a lunchboxEver since the imposition of emergency fiscal measures resulted in an abrupt end to the halcyonic days of hedonistic revelry that included unbridled spending and mind numbingly expensive meals cum entertainment; I’ve settled in quite comfortably to the life of a pauper. The things that should have gone down have done so (expenses, waist line etc) and the one thing that should have gone up, has (Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-41402626017758172172009-09-21T14:40:00.009+08:002009-09-21T18:43:18.850+08:00Edina & Patsy in Court- Mitigation Plea, Ab Fab style.I've always loved Absolutely Fabulous, satirical, irreverent and a whole load of fun. The episode where Patsy (Joanna Lumley) and Edina (Jennifer Saunders) end up in Court after an afternoon drink driving- road rage cum shoplifting expedition to the supermarket is especially hilarious.Now I can only imagine the outcome if the accused (or his/her solicitor) makes a mitigation plea like Edina's. Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-74989714141565926342009-09-14T22:55:00.001+08:002009-09-14T22:58:43.835+08:00When a Bunny & Pussy meet...Although the title may conjure up bizarre images of walking vaginas, distressing bestiality and/or raunchy sexual acts only found on porn sites more focused on smut than grammar, I can assure you this entry is about none of the above. It's exactly as the title states, what happens when a bunny meets a pussy? The bunny thumps the pussy. Now what on earth were you sick fucks thinking?Getting off Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-46492055438830725652009-09-09T00:02:00.000+08:002009-09-09T00:02:11.813+08:0009.09.09 (90)I'm not one for numbers or sequences of numbers for that matter. Geometric Progression was one of the many dreaded topics in the equally dreaded A. Maths back in secondary school.But even I have to admit 09.09.09, 90 has a very nice ring to it. All '9's and '0's, the first and last single digit integers, a sequence rich in symbolism. A unique sequence for a unique woman. A woman I have always Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-74903637155830866352009-09-01T00:20:00.001+08:002009-09-01T00:28:31.314+08:00Isn't it Ironic..Ironic is...When your entire family gets locked out of the house on a Monday night due to a faulty lock, brand name: 'Faultless';When you regularly receive luxury magazines encouraging you to live in style but your monthly salary is clearly incommensurate with such a lifestyle;When you have a 101 packages but dread going for them due to the constant harassment by sales personnel to purchase more Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-5185981282096632552009-08-29T22:24:00.000+08:002009-08-29T22:25:39.769+08:00Con clean for nuts.After enduring a sleepless night of incessant squeaking from the air con unit, I gave up and blew 50 bucks on some air con chemical cleaning kit at the DIY shop today. It started with a mild squeak, the kind of annoying sound that the unit emits once in a while but dies down after an hour or so. An annoying eccentricity I'd always attributed to a filthy and aging air con. Unfortunately, the Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-49741876387502457132009-08-23T23:59:00.000+08:002009-08-24T00:34:57.514+08:00Of Dollars and Sense.Ever since the lube by the bedside incident, I've pretty much grown accustomed to the Mother's occasional off the wall 'Are you Straight' questions. Hardly ever 'Are you gay?' but more often than not 'Are you straight?' because the word gay still remains taboo, though how phrasing it as the latter is any better is beyond me. It's as if by avoiding the word gay, broaching the subject of your Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-30908565821960132682009-08-21T23:03:00.000+08:002009-08-21T23:13:17.391+08:00Back when tests were still hip..What does your handwriting say about YOU?The results of your analysis say:You plan ahead, and are interested in beauty, design, outward appearance, and symmetry. You are a person who thinks before acting, intelligent and thorough. You are affectionate, passionate, expressive, and future-oriented. You are not very reserved, impatient, self-confident and fond of action. You enjoy life in your own Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-73023552722238834602009-08-20T00:09:00.002+08:002009-08-20T00:11:48.112+08:00One MonthWhat a difference one month can make:To strengthen an incredible friendship, platonic yet true.There are few things I believe in, loyalty and reciprocity being examples; you happen to be one. Thank you.To forge a new friendship, fresh yet intense.The dreams in which we meet pale before a single glimpse of you. Amazing how two individuals worlds apart should feel so close. 夢ぢには あしもやすめず かよへども Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-67518668339540662432009-07-27T01:07:00.004+08:002009-07-27T01:15:53.096+08:00Clips & Chocolate Splat!First before I begin, all you Singaporean bloggers on Singnet would probably have been puzzled and extremely frustrated by the sudden weird layout when trying to post a new entry due to the missing buttons, inability to load pictures or amend your post in general. In other words, a blogger's nightmare. A quick google search quickly pinpointed Singnet as the problem and a blogger thread on Google Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-42209979151643508962009-07-21T21:58:00.004+08:002009-07-21T22:49:44.118+08:00Random Ramblings 6: Just Read and Shut Up.Today is one of those days where I'm like one of the walking dead and remaining lucid and coherent required an almost 'herculean' effort. Amazing how one can proceed on auto, drafting pleadings, dispensing advice to clients during meetings while remaining conscious. Surreal because it's like you're undergoing an OOBE (out of body experience), hearing the disembodied drone of a voice before Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-76678408479089120082009-07-15T22:11:00.001+08:002009-07-15T22:12:51.891+08:00I don't think it's going to work. Sorry.Such a convenient, oft-used phrase of dismissal. The death-knoll of countless relationships, relationships conceived in hope, still-born in birth, leaving shattered dreams in its brutal wake. All with one flippant statement. Nonetheless it continues to remain a phrase that is often brandished about with little thought. Nowhere is this more evident than in the gay circle, where guys who are Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-88313138528777122652009-06-25T17:50:00.000+08:002009-06-25T17:50:23.237+08:00PerceptionPerception.In what you see.The words you speakThe thoughts you leak.Deception.By shadows they castThe ties that bindThe lies they wind.Conception.Over nothing at allThe remarks I makeThe conduct I take.Redemption.Out of their graspThe warmth they fakeThe thirst they slake.Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-87450837901856723612009-06-21T22:30:00.002+08:002009-06-21T22:38:18.752+08:00SophiaI am the saint and the prostitute.The primordial being, an enigma beyond your exoteric understanding, Ennoia.The carnal spark you see in the eyes of your lover, as your bodies lie entwined, lost in lust and sweaty with the sheen of passion.I am sacred and profane.The chaste prostitute with many lovers, who spreads her legs to all but satisfies none.For my promises are many but my favours are Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-13350706079693549862009-06-15T22:48:00.004+08:002009-06-15T23:10:32.448+08:00Gaming: Key MashingSister Crabarina - Lvl 50 CrabI haven't been blogging much and it's really due to a hodge-podge of reasons ranging from work, the general lack of need to elucidate anything in particular and recently, City of Villains. Gaming has always been a particularly attractive past time of mine or vice, if you prefer. The ability to immerse oneself in another world and the visual gratificiation one obtainsAelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-14075486259626762482009-06-07T23:19:00.001+08:002009-06-07T23:38:55.279+08:00Widow's SongNever has loneliness been more keenly felt.Lost in a monochrome sea of strangers, the colours of my moribund existenceFaces that profess sympathy but understand nothing of my grief.Of how it grips like a vice and rips away even the ability to cry out in anguish.Leaving only sanity as refuge which I cling to as sanctuary against the madness that assails.Spare me your whispered condolences,your Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-2260282805550768622009-06-02T23:01:00.001+08:002009-06-02T23:15:50.751+08:00Personal Torture (Training)"Yo Bro! Long time no see! How have you been man? Following the exercise plan I gave you?" my PT (Personal Torturer Trainer) exclaimed, heartily slapping me on my shoulder as he did so after a long, relaxing hiatus due to reservist.Whereupon I somewhat sheepishly informed him that no, not once had I referred to the comprehensive three week program he'd given me prior to Reservist. A program I hadAelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-64282599363005823512009-05-11T21:34:00.006+08:002009-05-12T00:15:07.872+08:00Destination: Hell.Oh it's something I've never really given much thought to. Where I'll end up after this life as I know it ends. Where certainty ends and the great unknown begins. Which is ironic given my Christian background and the environment I grew up in, where hellfire and eternal damnation for sinners formed a significant bulk of the perfunctory Sunday sermons. Mind boggling in their sweeping dismissal of Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-59300796429511727252009-05-05T21:23:00.003+08:002009-05-05T22:22:56.335+08:00MasqueradeYou rant about emotions like anger and anguish as if they were the bedrock of your existence.You brandish words to wound or heal as you deem fit.You expect others to conform to certain norms or ideals despite your professed utterances to the contrary.But I am not so privileged to partake in this mutual masquerade.For all I perceive are the bones beneath the schemes you bedeck with precious Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-88048395094577070712009-05-01T22:31:00.001+08:002009-05-01T22:41:36.534+08:00Strange ComfortIt is oft said, is it not? That sometimes we find comfort in the strangest places, in the most unlikely circumstances, when we least expect to. In the rhythmn of an incomprehensible song, the gesture of a relative stranger or the impact of some memorable scene.Rarely in the arms of a stranger, for the comfort found usually confused with the need for succor, be it release or sympathy. And the Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-26260068377851814572009-04-22T21:26:00.004+08:002009-07-21T22:43:37.294+08:00Random Ramblings 5: One of those days IIToday was one of those days. Just like the other though probably worse.Woke up late for the last day of trial. Late as in Court has already started late. This time round the alarm wasn't set and the past two nights of preparations till 4 am didn't help. Thankfully Ms A. was there to hold the fort for a while.Client/witness made a significant boo-boo on the stand. It is never pleasant to be rudelyAelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-41983820513934968272009-04-12T01:23:00.003+08:002009-04-12T01:32:55.837+08:00Dark WatersWater in Darkness, dreams in sleep.Lay me down in those waters of deepTo settle in its ceaseless flow Feeling naught but a cooler breath against skinAnd the sighs of whispered dreams.Essence of truth, senses will lie.Lay me down where the light will dieFor in darkness every shadow is lostAnd carefully wrought eulogies are but a verisimilitudeBleeding into an abyss so vast.Certainty scours so, a Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-9672174361604391682009-04-04T01:34:00.000+08:002009-04-04T01:35:20.273+08:00Work hard, play harder.The past couple of weeks have really passed by in a flurry haze of activity. The numerous dinner and drinks replete with the occasional chill out moments. Partying harder and wilder than I've done for a long long while. And the stunning explosion of work, a combination of current files proceeding for trials and other hearings as well as a significant increase of new cases.It's always a pleasant Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-48981580789996029072009-03-25T21:52:00.000+08:002009-03-25T21:55:45.704+08:00Random Ramblings 4: Half Days.Any free time/ time off is extremely precious when you're working. After all, save for the few of us who are gainfully self-employed, for the rest of us those free-wheeling tertiary days are over. A thing of the past. And whether you like it or not, you come to terms with it and you make the best of your free time.Of course, what constitutes 'best' is highly subjective. I know of a couple of Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-43536916725074555962009-03-19T02:12:00.000+08:002009-03-19T02:13:07.298+08:00That's the way it isThere are songs that speak to you, seems to affect the very core of your being when you first hear it. There are songs which inspire, songs that present the solution to your current quagmire. There are songs that get stuck in your head, that just won't get out. There are others which are like anthems, promises to hold on to.Celine Dion's 'That's the way it is' is none of the above yet a little ofAelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-25385833853416456432009-03-14T23:29:00.002+08:002009-03-14T23:43:46.000+08:00Random Ramblings 3 - Sometimes.Rant 1 (Open Mobs ):I always think open mobilisations are a bloody waste of time. Why else would you summon a motley crew of NS men on a Saturday afternoon and have them lug their mostly decrepit field packs, army SBOs and helmets to a god forsaken ulu camp; just to have some officers leave a few squiggles on a crummy piece of paper and have the crumbling items in the said decrepit fieldpacks Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-56432669144163639382009-03-05T00:11:00.000+08:002009-03-05T00:24:57.500+08:00Soil & Sea.We are but pieces on this board of existence, mosaics in this greater scheme of things. Men, gods, spirits. To the gods men are pawns, the visible entities behind the invisible mechanisations and shifting loyalties. Alliances forged and shattered over mortal battlefields stained crimson, blood the price exacted and paid a thousand times over.But the players are also played, skeins in a spider's Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-83290362330246761942009-02-26T00:34:00.002+08:002009-02-26T00:42:57.573+08:00Of Hypocrisy & Lies.Looking back and revisiting previous entries is like stepping back in time. Into that particular moment of time where the subject matter on hand, your frame of mind and even the emotions evoked suddenly become manifestly clear. As fresh and vivid as if it were just yesterday.By chance, I'd stumbled upon one of the old entries I'd written on the defunct Diary-X almost 5 years ago, one of the few Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-68814664965496704262009-02-21T00:19:00.000+08:002009-02-21T00:40:15.704+08:00Random Ramblings 2 - OutingSometimes, after a particularly long day at work or when the mind feels lazy and languid, enshrouded by the stupor of inertia; incoherency and the lack of need to write in perfect prose is a liberating luxury I often embrace. The ability to ramble without paying attention to form and format, blogging in its unadulterated form, raw and rough around the edges. It might be not be pretty or a lyricalAelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-77970529867483713262009-02-18T01:16:00.000+08:002009-02-18T01:26:53.207+08:00Inchoate KnowledgeIf I'm incoherent so be it. It's one of those days when I just need to pen my thoughts down, mental diahorrea if you will, as if the purgative effect of expelling these thoughts on the blog would achieve a cathartic release of sorts. It may, it may not. But I care not.I saw the Ex's sister at the gym today. I think she didn't see me. Which was fine. It's strange enough disapppearing entirely fromAelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-25265316095716550692009-02-15T00:57:00.003+08:002009-02-15T01:33:47.419+08:00Coffee grounds"It's amazing isn't it? How people claim to be able to see the future in the most mundane of things. Like coffee grounds. Wonder how anyone sees shit from that shit." J mused, staring at the dregs of kopi in his empty cup."You didn't ask me out for supper just to bemoan your future as foretold in an 80 cents cup of coffee, did you?" I replied, pushing the remnants of prata round my plate.We were Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-25649261694763636192009-02-09T00:52:00.005+08:002009-02-09T01:23:51.644+08:00Black DeathIn the night they ran, under the guise of darkness, faceless forms clad in black, the wind parting before their silent onslaught.A blur of motion, blades of grass bending momentarily, before springing back up, the only witnesses to their silent passage.Human in form yet strangely fluid, the night distorts around them, weaving and warping into something sinister, malevolent.Tireless, unceasing, Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-63709666557818077752009-02-05T00:24:00.005+08:002009-02-08T20:58:55.793+08:00Bad Sex 101: 我是你的人.What would New Year be without the customary romp? Or at least that was what I told myself when finally arranging to meet B. for a fuck or two, the day after CNY. We all know how hard little quirks and idiosyncrasies are to shake off once they set in. For some, it may be the eccentric but harmless squeezing the toothpaste in the middle when brushing their teeth. For others, it may some OCD Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-19362235530096921032009-01-25T17:02:00.004+08:002009-01-25T18:22:44.955+08:00The Week in Numbers10 Mojitos- downed at Cuba Libre after an impromptu mid-week dinner & drinks with the Gang at work. M. had 2, turned a bright beet red and proceeded to pat CP A. fondly while resting his head on his palm and giving her bambi eyes. CP. A to her credit, was blissfully oblivious, as usual. The rest of us were trying very hard to stop laughing into our Mojitos.9 old/new files - that exploded and Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-62690478174506416882009-01-19T01:10:00.004+08:002009-01-19T23:43:52.945+08:00Fucking friends and Fighting flab.There are friends and there are Friends. The latter being a small select group of friends you fuck with. And when I say fuck, I mean literally fuck, not 'friends' who engage in mind games and delight in fucking with your mind. Such 'friends' are better termed as Fuck Off Friends as in the who-needs-enemies-when-you-have-friends-like-these kind of 'friends'. Mind games and guilt trips are simply Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-19840466706315409382009-01-14T00:01:00.000+08:002009-01-14T00:11:30.690+08:00Epilogue- The Swiss Trip.Chinese New Year's around the corner, getting back into the hang of things which usually means long lunches, irate clients and massive paperwork. I did say I'd talk about the swiss trip but facebook and the ease with which photos can be uploaded does greatly reduce the impetus to blog about it. Or I could just be lazy. But I will do so briefly.They always say first impressions last and my first Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-83761185905651170192009-01-07T22:56:00.001+08:002009-01-07T23:25:19.160+08:00Back to the GrindThe first day back at work after the Swiss Trip and I'm dead beat. As expected, the desk was piled high with files to be attended to, letters to be drafted, bills to sign and horror of horrors affidavits to prepare. Barf.Oh I know they always say all good things come to an end and everyone has to return to reality. It's just that returning to reality is usually as pleasant as running headlong Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-12090724292779253152008-12-25T22:05:00.003+08:002008-12-25T22:33:48.306+08:00Off at last- Switzerland.It feels a little surreal. That I'm finally leaving on a trip which I decided upon impulse just 40 days ago. Not that I have any regrets, if anything there is that growing sense of quiet anticipation towards the days ahead. Suffice to say, I doubt my outlook towards travelling in general and as a solo traveller in particular would remain the same after this trip.So in 30 mins, I'm off to Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-22707159180706539832008-12-23T23:08:00.000+08:002008-12-23T23:16:00.240+08:00Rojak la!Time flies when you least expect it to, which is almost always when you are having fun. The last 5 days have been a whirlwind of frenzied activity, wining, dining, clubbing, chatting and a shit load of shopping.It seems almost surreal that in 2 days I'll be jetting off to Switzerland (yay!), the prospect of travelling alone to so far away a place exciting yet not without a tinge of apprehension. Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-48168848002918894022008-12-19T21:34:00.003+08:002008-12-19T22:08:43.291+08:00TodayToday is the day I would have hugged someone tight and said, "Happy 7th dear!"Today is the day I would have thanked that same individual for sticking with me for 7 years.Today is the day I would have reaffirmed my commitment to the now defunct relationshipToday is the day which would have been special.Today is the day after last night's havoc dinner and dance with the usual gang at work.Today is Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-40750970559910524682008-12-16T22:45:00.001+08:002008-12-16T22:59:11.405+08:00Hot n Cold.There are songs and there are infectious hits that get stuck in your head, your body moving and render the call of the dancefloor irresistable. Katy Perry's Hot n Cold is one of them, bitchy, infectious and damn danceable. In fact, it's pretty hard not to dance to it. Time to sweat it out on the dancefloor at Play again... Cause you're hot then you're cold. You're yes then you're no. You're in Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090090728512295148.post-14125957764448594072008-12-15T21:06:00.005+08:002008-12-15T22:17:58.061+08:00WTB Weekend.You'll have to forgive me if I keep talking about weekends or my seeming infatuation with them (which I am not denying, and any sane working individual would tell you the same) but considering the fact that the rest of the week is (generally) spent on work which you wouldn't want to talk about (save to rant and rave) you can understand my preoccupation with the Weekend. Yes, the sad life of a Aelgtoerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10434013264637840779noreply@blogger.com3