say whut?

i'm developing a particular sensitivity for bad grammar. i admit it used to irk me, but the more i encounter the more puzzled i am. why have we  allowed such bad grammar to develop in our society, has singlish destroyed our sentence structure such that we can no longer form a grammatically correct sentence?  why is it that "s" and "d" are perpetually misplaced or sticking out like a sore thumb? it makes me wonder if other countries face the same problem. perhaps it's the amalgamation of our languages and dialects that has ruined our sentence structure and grammar. can we blame our dialects when other western countries too have multilingual people well-versed in many tongues? are European languages easier to master with similar grammar or do they walk away with undetected poor speech simply because their accent is strong enough? i personally acknowledge my occasional butchering the language, although i'd like to say it's just me mastering good singlish. you see, some words in dialect give the expression just enough oomph which english fails to bring out. they do bring across a sufficient meaning but sometimes you just need some spice to bring out the full body taste. that's why, i believe, our speech is continually peppered with singlish.

Writing Is A Breathing, Living Thing, And That’s All I Want 

(By Gabriella Hezel)

What if all I want to do is write. I want people to know how I feel and for them to understand me. All of these ideas in my head fade when the ink hits the surface of my leather journal. Wouldn’t it be easier to write my darkest secrets? Because I have no one to listen to me. But why should they, it’s not their responsibility to help me work through my problems, and I am capable of doing that myself. So instead I’ll just write and not worry about what they think. I’ll try.

But the thoughts are all gone, nothing left to write about that hasn’t been written before. Of course there are so many ideas in my head, but they all fade. Gone, into nothingness, with only their echo remaining. I want you to know me, but how can I even begin to describe myself. How can I tell you through my writing.

I want to write about this burning passion that is in my heart, but I can’t find the right words. I want everyone to know about the fire that is slowly consuming my thoughts and my lust to have everything in life and more. Where can you even find the words to express the excruciating pain that it causes, but also the overwhelming joy of having something you can love so much?

It’s not a person I love, nor a thing. Instead it’s an idea. The feeling of freedom as you hear the click of the airplane’s wheels as it prepares to land. The way it slams on the ground and how you can feel the pilot flooring the brake. My feelings rush and slam in this same way. I can feel my heart race and flood with emotions as I try to stop it. I try to put out the raging fire but it’s useless. Secretly I love it. I love feeling so much. It kills me, but brings me life. There are no words to describe it, which kills me even more.

so profound, so beautifully written, it resonates my very sentiments. it's such a lovely piece, really.

 

all i want to do is write.

write away the pain,

but cast in stone the joy.