5 posts tagged “poetic dwirt”
真是的。就这几句华文，我就花了老半天！
1。用汉语拼音来速录中文可不是一朝一夕就能上手的。你可不知道我是花了多少时间来速录这几句中文。
2。更糟的是，我更本就不知道我这几句中文道地有几句是对或是用的对字语。
3。就糟的是，我脑子里都是用英语来构造字语和句子！我想我的句子的构造都是怪怪的。
我想你也笑够了。
我也累了，脑精也快烧怀了。
A friend of mine blogs in chinese. Me, being the curious one, wanted to try blogging in chinese too. In the end, I exhausted myself.
Bish.
Nice song. Really.
驕傲的破壞 我痛恨的平凡 才想起那些是我最愛
讓盛夏去貪玩 把殘酷的未來 狂放到光年外 而現在放棄規則 放縱去愛 放肆自己 放空未來
我不轉彎 我不轉彎 我不轉彎 我不轉彎
讓定律更簡單 讓秩序更混亂 這樣的青春我才喜歡
讓盛夏去貪玩 把殘酷的未來 狂放到光年外 而現在
放棄規則 放縱去愛 放肆自己 放空未來
我不轉彎 我不轉彎 我不轉彎 我不轉彎
我要 我瘋 我要 我愛 就是 我要 我瘋 我要 我愛 現在
一萬首的mp3 一萬次瘋狂的愛 滅不了一個渺小的孤單
我要 我瘋 我要 我愛 就是 我要 我瘋 我要 我愛 現在
盛夏的一場狂歡 來到了光年之外 長大難道是人必經的潰爛
放棄規則 放縱去愛 放肆自己 放空未來
我不轉彎 我不轉彎 我不轉彎 我不轉彎
I think, suddenly, some of you might really finally understand what I am writing about.
Here goes:
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This side of me is real. Or so I think. Unique, just like everyone else.
Okay, maybe I might be a little on the heavy side.
We all go through life like every one else. Sometimes a little lost on what to do next. Sometimes, the fire rages to get a goal in mind. And yet sometimes, We want to do nothing at all.
The minutes becomes hours, the hours run into the days. And the days turns into weeks and months.
And soon, past has past us by.
For a moment, I sat there, amazed at how many faithful years has past and what amazing memories they have left etched in my heart.
From a a toddler, barely audible. To that little kid well versed in Hokkien. Failing English and Chinese in Primary School, to scoring a 'B' in the O Levels. Poly days were fun, or so I hoped it was.
Doning the clothes of the Jungle, I picked up my arms and made my way through the endless training.
Just when I thought I was almost there, I wasn't.
The day I threw my hat into the air.
That day I knew.
How glad I was!
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This is the side of me that I see. Every morning in the mirror.
This side of me that has been going for way too long.
Empty. |
Things seem a little off.
Heck.
I think the entire Earth is off.
What the.
I detest Booking In.
Not that I do not like NS (trust me when I say I have no problems with it at all), it is just very irritating to book in and out of camp when your camp is out there in the middle of NOWHERE.
Really.
Out there in the middle of nowhere.
Serious.
Oh yeah.
Its my Party and I'll Cry if I want to.
So here I am. In a dark place in camp. This use to be a rather lively place. At least during the weekdays that is. Camp always seem quieter in the weekends. Or is it the fact that I am in camp itself? Else I would not have been able to see this side of camp.
Having being on this island for the last 6 months doing what I m doing has been a rather enriching experience for me. Just yesterday, I was reading a ORD personnel's final words to the company when something that he wrote struck me. Especially true when I am the one who has taken over from him. The very last part of the farewell speech pasted on the notice board struck me hard on the face. Would I turn out to be like him? Or would I be able to stay the way I am? And not get myself so involved in this?
He is way too involved I tell ya.
Its a strange remix. The way God placed me on Tekong on 051205, enlisted into Apache; the way He placed me into OCS and kept me there; and the way He placed me back onto Tekong, back into Apache. Its like a huge merry go round that I am one in NS. I sort of like it the way it is.
Except for the workload.
As much as I hate to admit it, there are sometimes when I really feel that I can't handle it all. Then again, sometimes, I will walk into office and with one huge breath, complete all taskings that I have.
How I wished I can do that very often.
Then again, if I can, I might as well sign on le.
Then again, there is the physical part.
Something that I would rather not be so bothered about.
I can imagine.
The sand in between my toes and the sun on my face.
The wheezy feeling of the sea breeze through my hair and fingers.
The glare in my eyes from the sun.
I can imagine.
The laughter I hear in the air.
The smell of delicious roasted meat in the air.
THe glory of the sun and all that is beautiful.
I can imagine.
Me being out there.
Me being there with you.
Me being who I am before You.
I couldn't have imagine.
Staying so long away from You.
Staying in so long in here.
Staying the way I am.
But I did.
I did it all.
The full hundred Miles if you asked me.
I see it sort of a never turn back kinda of thing.
And then, there was the beautiful ring of the phone.
A ring that I never knew I was yearning for.
A ring that maybe could have came from You.
A beautiful ring.
I can Imagine
Joseph Ang
1500 100607 @ Tekong
I don't really have anything else to write about. I hope I would be back soon again though.
wa.
It’s been almost 2 months since the last time I was here. Many many things have happened and many many things did not happen.
A revelation.
of sorts I think.
The initial was clean,
very nicely done.
The trials and tribulations of Life.
How much of a prank they are playing on us.
The last scene, a scene etched in my mind.
How I wished I was there too, in their shoes.
Though not satisfied, I am not at all empty.
Compared to the me now.
Some denial lei.
I guess its one of those now or never things.
The more I move away,
the harder the strings tug.
As I move through the masses,
familiar sights came and went.
Scents and scenes all too comfortable.
The people, they never change.
The flow, they never cease.
The music, they never stop playing.
At least not till I press the Stop button.
Feelings and thoughts a swirling.
Ideas and methods.
Hope and Faith.
Courage and the lack of it.
Sometimes, I wished that something big would happen.
Sometimes, I hope it doesn't.
I would think that it doesn't would be better.
Then again, if things stay this way.
I would never know.
Would I?
Joseph
A Revelation of sorts
1549 @
You know how we all go the toilet to ease ourselves?
And how we go about using the toilet paper?
Ever realized that life would be rather miserable (not to mention smelly) if toilet paper never existed? Then again, I reckon that human would have invented something by then to use as toilet paper.
My point being:
Noticed how we would at least pull 3 segments of the toilet paper and then fold it up and let it do its magic? After we're done, we would then conveniently dump it into the bowl.
Has anyone thought how the Toilet Paper would FEEL!?
I mean, if I was part of the 3 segments being torn out and I was the one that was folded inwards and away from (literally) all that shit and then I would flushed down the toilet!!
Come on! I wasn't even dirty to begin with!
Talk about being dragged down!!
**Dwirt re-adjusting himself and composing himself**
I am sorry; I did not know where that came from.
I know where it came from la, just that I ain't agreeing to it.
