Author: Hosea

  • 我十八岁时的老婆

    我的M16步枪还配上了M203手榴弹发射器。

    我的长官说:“这是你的老婆,你要好好照顾它 因为失去了它你一定死在战场上。照顾好它,它就会在战场上保护你。”十八岁的我 听了这句话 觉得好好笑。就一把步枪嘛 有什么好神奇的。

    退伍的时候 原来最舍不得的就是我的M16步枪。我的步枪还配上了M203手榴弹发射器。我的步枪就这样的陪伴了我保家卫国的日子。有了它之后,天天去哪都要把它带在身边 觉得它好烦。射击的时候都打不准目标 又怕反冲的弹力。

    几个月过了,习惯了,感觉到它的个性了,会配合应用了。射击开始越来越准了 也不怕反冲了。现在和我的步枪 和二为一了。不觉得它重,不觉得它烦了 反而没它在身边还觉得不自在了。射击也百发百中了。就在时间还没跳到另一秒时,呼吸,瞄,按,就轻轻松松的打中目标了。

  • 天涯何处无芳草

    天涯何处无芳草

    天涯何处无芳草
    在多的女人还是草
    何必为了回头草
    没注意身边
    对我好的
    鲜花草

    很自然写出了我的《天涯何处无芳草》。我虽然会这样想 但是 心还是放不开这段情。

  • 我的奥运美媚

    我的奥运美媚:何雯娜

    我的奥运美媚就是何雯娜。漂亮吧!

    今年十九岁,是客家人。身材又好,体重四十九公斤,声音又甜,笑容也迷人。看她跳床时,我有点冲动的感觉。

    恭喜她在奥运蹦床女子决赛 为祖国第一次在蹦床项目赢了金牌。

  • 大战之争

    今晚最关注的 一场真正的颠峰之战羽毛球比赛, 林丹和李宗伟 焦战争羽毛球男单冠军。这不只是争奥运金牌,在羽毛球世界的眼光里 是两位高手 争武林盟主的之战。

    买了好多啤酒和薯片,准备一边喳喳的咬 一边醉醉的笑 痛快的看这场比赛。

  • 冒牌 Mugen RR

    冒牌 Mugen RR

    还以为是 Mugen RR。差一点就骗到我了。是 Civic(东风本田思域) 改装像 Mugen RR. 好看吧!

    希望过不久 会在路上看到真的 Mugen RR. 全球供应只有一百五十辆,只有本田红色。

    现在开始注意红色的车了

  • Ferrari 430

    Ferrari 430

    哇!又是 粤A牌! Ferrari(法拉利)430!

  • 吃不吃 Subway?

    一边大便 一边吃免费的三明治。

    在新巴克喝了咖啡想上洗手间。无聊的坐在马桶 东张西望 发现有个胶袋 装着Subway三明治。好奇的捡了起来。三明治还很新鲜 因该是谁忘了带走。

    不想那么多了,我也饿了 就一边大便 一边吃免费的三明治。

  • We Will Soar, We Will Roar

    Serving My National Service

    Serving my National Service (middle, fourth from the left)
    Happy 43rd Birthday Singapore!

    I am a Singaporean Chinese, meaning born and breed in Singapore and my race is Chinese, and most importantly, completed my NS to make me a true blue Singaporean.

    Isn’t that cool, to have gone through NS (National Service)? A status that cannot be replicated, cloned or emulated? When a PRC Chinese got his pink IC and say he is a Singaporean now. I will always shoot back, “Have you done your National Service?”

    As I grow older I lost my identity, of who am I? What is the definition of being a citizen of Singapore? Singapore is a multi-racial society and rapidly changing over the years.

    I cannot find my primary school anymore. My favourite playground is gone and a building erected over it. I feel lost, no more childhood memory. And our massive import of foreign trash, oops! I mean foreign talent make our little island more like a Toa Payoh Bus Interchange than a place call homeland.

    Our island is too small for anything. So six years ago, I departed Singapore, give up everything and roam the world in solitary. Now I am living in China, writing this in Guangzhou.

    After living in China, I find my identity as a Chinese, I feel my root and my heritage. The race of being a Chinese is alive in me. I feel like a real Chinese and I cannot experience that in a multi-cultural place like Singapore, where we are so mix up with so many cultural coherent.

    After so many years of roaming, now I see Singapore from the stage of the world. We are much better than the Taiwanese, whining mindlessly over China sovereignty over Taiwan.

    We are far more fortunate than the Hongkie and Macau people that end up being a SAR of China. Do they acknowledge themselves as citizen of China? or citizen of what, I wonder too?

    Looking at the Uighur separatists of the Muslim majority in Xinjiang province of China that have been consistently waging insurgency against the Chinese government for so many years.

    Although over the years, I am unhappy with PAPpy policies, I will still give credits to our government for making Singapore a better place than the rest of the world and a spotlight of the world.

    We, Singaporean, regardless of race, is a peculiar group of people on this earth. And the world look up to us, Singaporean for many attributes and contributions to their nations. In fact, we are view as one of the first class citizens of the world.

    Recently I found my identity back. A sense of belonging not to the government nor to my family or friends. What make me a Singaporean now is, I am born in Singapore and the way I live, the way I think and my contribution to the world and lastly writing this article with my powderful Singlish. All of these characteristics reckon by my friends, make me a Singaporean.

    No matter how our PAPpy import foreigners and convert them to pink IC, true blue Singaporean will never be replaced. My friends of the world will never accept pink IC as the Singaporean. The world will never entrust tasks to a converted Singaporean.

    I believe all of us have no revelation at all, if, when duty call will our Muslim Singaporean fight along with us? Neither do I know our converted pink IC Singaporean will join us in our fight? Will true blue Singaporean desert us too?

    When my country calls, I will come back and fight along side, regardless of race, with my fellow citizens. And regardless of race too, I will headshot whoever betrays my country.

    We have build this great nation since our separation from Malaysia. We have come this far. Now is the time, we are put to the test.

  • 我再吹过

    打油诗:我吹过

    我是风 看不见 摸不到

    只能感觉到

    我是风 东北吹 西北去

    谁能留住我的心

    无忧的我 开心

    排山倒海 过四海

    自由的我 像只鸟

    四海为家 闯天下

    我吹过

    不留我

    对你好

    再也找不到
    还没认识慧的一年多前,我认识静。 有一天 为了原则上的问题 和她吵架了。静转身就走了。她走掉的那一刻 我想追上去留住她可是我没有。我回头 坐在沙发上。想一想 就写了http://《我吹过》

    又是为了原则上的问题 慧为了去深圳 我们吵了起来。她突然转身上了的士(出租车)。我没留住她。 这一次 她一去不回。

    第一次 是静。第二 是慧。谁能留住我的心?

  • 哀 痴 痛

    Shopping at Tian An Men, Beijing

    一见钟情 爱上你
    二话不说 就送花
    三天不见 心酸酸
    思念的我 傻瓜瓜
    无聊的我 让你耍
    流了泪水 追到你
    七日一月 初相识
    发誓一生 爱护你
    久久不忘 在一起
    失去了慧 哀 痴 痛

    今天终于又完成了一首打油诗。这一首诗是慧 离开我的时候开始写的。写了一半,心情不好,灵感没了就停了。不知道今天这么的 想起她了。灵感自然来了 我完成了,《哀痴痛》。