THE MUD ON MY FACE IS SOIL, MY SOIL
9 November 2008
Sunday (25 Degree Celsius)
Morning @ 0900 (Singapore Time)
Listen: 猜不透 by 丁當
Mood: *I ish Sick, Sibei Sick*
It doesn’t help that while working last afternoon, I have to compete with headache, body aching, the need to kick some ass, the love for my admin assistant(S)!! and my… real work. Damn, it wasn’t too good initially, with all these factors but gradually, it becometh better than it got worse, than got better, got worse… The whole cycle just go on for a couple of spins till now. I am keeping my finger crossed. Hopefully I am really feeling better…
Speaking of racial minority becoming a leader of the masses; don’t say minority race, other country folks of the same race also damn cheebye difficult if you know what I mean (as shown below)…
You see, I was walking home many nights ago when from afar, I saw 2 bicycles on their way towards me... Usually I will try to keep clear for them to pass safely but on that night, something else crop up…
Something LIKE Both were not riding singly; they ride side by side, talking cheebye cock to each other. It is like this scenario, either I stop in my track, get off the cemented road and onto the muddy grass patch or risk getting bicycle crashed to injuries… then it happened. A ray of damn bright spot of LED punctured through the darken skies… onto my face. I looked up and had a revelation
I lived in my estate for as far as I can remembered
I have been walking in that lane for as far as my leg can start moving around
I studied diligently at the school next to it
I recited my pledge and sang the national anthem on that school atrium every day
I run many many many miles on the jogging path alongside it
I sweat many a ton from my walk back from my national service for 2 ½ years
I certainly paid my fair share of taxes to maintain and upkeep the road
I even will kiss the cemented pathway… if need arises lah
Then WHY the fuck I should back out onto the grass patch and let the foreign trash pass just so that they can fucking talking cock with each other.
This is my land, THIS IS MY MOTHERLAND. I TOIL AND SWEAT FOR THE SURVIVAL OF MY MOTHERLAND. I serve my nation, protecting its interest and do my duty as a citizen. Then why can’t I even walk on my land?
So I did what I am entitled to… I walk bravely (even risk getting crash), confidently and defiantly towards the incoming barrage. One of the cyclist (whose race shall remain unknown henceforth), sensing my intent and bend on killing him, decided it is in his best interest to slow down; quite abruptly and nearly got itself swerved off course (and thereby maybe, just maybe getting killed…) But I don’t give a hoot… I seriously do NOT give a SHIT. This is my motherland and I have every damn right to walk the cemented path! The rest of the cheebye foreign trash can go and fuck themselves.
The mud on my face is soil, MY SOIL!
Ah, the perilous of living my life.
Before I go, here’s something for my honey…
I will be honest, patient, gentle, (trying) to be less senile and to hug you at every given opportunity (even if I have to MAKE ONE) and planting that kiss when you least notice it. And that you will be forgiving towards my idiosyncrasy and my stupidity (at times lah). But above all, I promise to treasure and care for you and in every way, to be worthy of your love. I love you.
Sunday (25 Degree Celsius)
Morning @ 0900 (Singapore Time)
Listen: 猜不透 by 丁當
Mood: *I ish Sick, Sibei Sick*
It doesn’t help that while working last afternoon, I have to compete with headache, body aching, the need to kick some ass, the love for my admin assistant(S)!! and my… real work. Damn, it wasn’t too good initially, with all these factors but gradually, it becometh better than it got worse, than got better, got worse… The whole cycle just go on for a couple of spins till now. I am keeping my finger crossed. Hopefully I am really feeling better…
Speaking of racial minority becoming a leader of the masses; don’t say minority race, other country folks of the same race also damn cheebye difficult if you know what I mean (as shown below)…
You see, I was walking home many nights ago when from afar, I saw 2 bicycles on their way towards me... Usually I will try to keep clear for them to pass safely but on that night, something else crop up…
Something LIKE Both were not riding singly; they ride side by side, talking cheebye cock to each other. It is like this scenario, either I stop in my track, get off the cemented road and onto the muddy grass patch or risk getting bicycle crashed to injuries… then it happened. A ray of damn bright spot of LED punctured through the darken skies… onto my face. I looked up and had a revelation
I lived in my estate for as far as I can remembered
I have been walking in that lane for as far as my leg can start moving around
I studied diligently at the school next to it
I recited my pledge and sang the national anthem on that school atrium every day
I run many many many miles on the jogging path alongside it
I sweat many a ton from my walk back from my national service for 2 ½ years
I certainly paid my fair share of taxes to maintain and upkeep the road
I even will kiss the cemented pathway… if need arises lah
Then WHY the fuck I should back out onto the grass patch and let the foreign trash pass just so that they can fucking talking cock with each other.
This is my land, THIS IS MY MOTHERLAND. I TOIL AND SWEAT FOR THE SURVIVAL OF MY MOTHERLAND. I serve my nation, protecting its interest and do my duty as a citizen. Then why can’t I even walk on my land?
So I did what I am entitled to… I walk bravely (even risk getting crash), confidently and defiantly towards the incoming barrage. One of the cyclist (whose race shall remain unknown henceforth), sensing my intent and bend on killing him, decided it is in his best interest to slow down; quite abruptly and nearly got itself swerved off course (and thereby maybe, just maybe getting killed…) But I don’t give a hoot… I seriously do NOT give a SHIT. This is my motherland and I have every damn right to walk the cemented path! The rest of the cheebye foreign trash can go and fuck themselves.
The mud on my face is soil, MY SOIL!
Ah, the perilous of living my life.
Before I go, here’s something for my honey…
I will be honest, patient, gentle, (trying) to be less senile and to hug you at every given opportunity (even if I have to MAKE ONE) and planting that kiss when you least notice it. And that you will be forgiving towards my idiosyncrasy and my stupidity (at times lah). But above all, I promise to treasure and care for you and in every way, to be worthy of your love. I love you.
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I love you too...
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