Gong is such a strange word. One of those words that the more you look at it, the more you question whether it is in fact a real word… Such a strange instrument when you think about it too. Who would think to take a single piece of metal and make music from it?
“What is it?” She says, looking annoyed.
Your relieved she’s finally taken a interest in something in this store. You were almost ready to leave.
“it’s a gong,” you say.
chinese, sound, old, old monks, purple, loud noise with echoes screaming over and over again in mu ears, making it hurt, hills, i feel i’m in china. I think i’m in one of those fantasy movies where I need to fight for something.
It rings out loud and clear, sounding the rejection of the so-called talent of the contestant, or perhaps the end of their torture on-stage at the hands of the audience. The gong show is unforgiving to the awkward.
The gong was loud. It hurt my ears like it always seemed to do by the end of our yoga class. To enjoy it would mean that there would be no gong, but there was, so i didnt. I really didn’t enjoy this class.
the ruler of time he sits on his platform with his servant. he takes and give the world its time. he is loud and fervent, he gives the orders not takes them.
The gong shimmered as echos rang from the courtyard walls. Peasants paused, pitchforks frozen in hands. Bales of hay held their breath on the cart, rough fingers wrapped around their brown twine, but no longer hefting the weight.
I heard the sound of the gong and it snapped me away from my day dreams. Kevin smiled wickedly and I knew with more conviction then ever that I despised our school play.
Scooting over my best friend, I laid out my script and sighed.
The gong rang. It was half past four and Zhang had already finished a day’s amount of work. He wasn’t sure what drove him to do everything so fast; when work was finished, more would be on the way.
I played one once. It was really cool. It was just so empowering and does nothing to make me feel zen at all. Just empowered and enlightened. Sending this sensation throughout my entire body.
What the fuck? I have no thoughts on gong. A gong makes me think of a big brown …. gong. That you bang. But thats not what i want to think about right now…. all i think of is you.
And the gong sounds. It reminds me to connect with my intuition and hold on to those beliefs that carry through each day. Balance. Happiness. Good things. Blessings
The gong sounded, and the race began. She watched him run, crossing her fingers and praying for him to win. The first lap was finished, and he was in the lead.
the gong struck after the game finished. the contestants glanced at eachother, wondering who was the winner. the crowd fell silent in anticipation, as the screen lit up and revealed the results.
At the sound of the gong the cat scrambled up the tree. It nervously paced back and forth on the branch that supported it, all the time looking for a way down.
van gong!
makes dind dang dong.
on a tree like a monkey.
or like babis the donkey.
the night is coming slowly
but monkey is still dong..
or ging gang gong..
in the museum of van gong.
A gong? A funny noise perhaps? A call to prayer is what come to mind. But then so do slang words, slang words of rude words. A gong? A GONG! Rolling on the floor laughing
The gong at the back of the hall was drawing her closer. She longed to bang it as loud as she possibly could and wake up all these boring executives with their mind numbing speeches good a proper.
It’s a big big noise that hurts my ears; please don’t tell me it’s not over; please don’t tell me it is; I don’t know what I’m doing. Please keep playing that big big noise so I don’t have to listen to anything else.
Gong, gong, sonaron las campanas de la iglesia. Una, dos, tres, cuatro veces y más. Pero sin embargo vos no llegabas. Y yo ya estaba cansada de esperarte. Yo estoy cansada de esperarte. Las campanas siguen doblando… gong, gong, gong, pero aquí no murió nadie. Y yo tampoco.
When I think of gongs I think of China and Chinese celebrations! I love the sounds and the idk emotion of it. gongs are pretty damn awesome!! Though I want one, I don’t think a full sized one could fit in the house which sucks. They bring good luck I think and keep away evil spirits
We needed a day out to relax and get away from the hussle and bussle of the city, and the rut of working for the man . So we all hopped the car and took a drive to the Gong… “Wollongong” that is :D
A gong is an East and South East Asian musical instrument that takes the form of a flat metal disc which is hit with a mallet. Gongs are broadly of three types. Suspended gongs are more or less flat, circular discs of metal suspended vertically by means of a cord passed through holes near to the top rim. Bossed or nipple gongs have a raised center boss and are often suspended and played horizontally. Bowl gongs are bowl-shaped, and rest on cushions and belong more to bells than gongs. Gongs are made mainly from bronze or brass but there are many other alloys in use.
What’s a gong anyways? G. O. N. G. It stands for the Greatest One Notion of Grenada. I know this because I once went to Grenada on a tropical vacation.
Gong.
How appropriate.
I’m sitting in the lobby of my son’s TKD gym.
They have a gong here.
They use it on belt test days.
Whenever a task is completed, they bang the gong.
What do you call it when you it the gong after all?
I could still hear the chilling sound resonating in my ears lobes… the potato, waking up in the pan of flaxen oils, realizing that its flesh was singing and smoking and being torn from its bones… I can still hear the potato shrieking, crying in misery.
Gong is such a strange word. One of those words that the more you look at it, the more you question whether it is in fact a real word… Such a strange instrument when you think about it too. Who would think to take a single piece of metal and make music from it?
gong
the bell goes
gong
my heart goes
gong
your slap goes
gong
the hate goes
on.
The chime of the gong was so loud. It rang in my ears and echoed for a bit. I was scared, but always excited.
“What is it?” She says, looking annoyed.
Your relieved she’s finally taken a interest in something in this store. You were almost ready to leave.
“it’s a gong,” you say.
chinese, sound, old, old monks, purple, loud noise with echoes screaming over and over again in mu ears, making it hurt, hills, i feel i’m in china. I think i’m in one of those fantasy movies where I need to fight for something.
GONG
BONG
The bell rang. LIke it always does. 2:57 every weekday. For the last nine months. Almost over though! Summer, I can smell you coming! YUM.
GONGGGGGGG
Listen!
Hit the gong. Hard. Loud. Vibrating through my eardrums and hands. The sound flew through the air. Everyone knew, War had begun.
It rings out loud and clear, sounding the rejection of the so-called talent of the contestant, or perhaps the end of their torture on-stage at the hands of the audience. The gong show is unforgiving to the awkward.
The gong was loud. It hurt my ears like it always seemed to do by the end of our yoga class. To enjoy it would mean that there would be no gong, but there was, so i didnt. I really didn’t enjoy this class.
the ruler of time he sits on his platform with his servant. he takes and give the world its time. he is loud and fervent, he gives the orders not takes them.
The gong jolts him into wakefulness, and he falls out of bed with a cry.
“Your breakfast is ready, young master,” his servant says, still holding the mallet and smiling.
“Why did we install that thing?” he grumbles, climbing to his feet.
He misses alarm clocks.
The gong shimmered as echos rang from the courtyard walls. Peasants paused, pitchforks frozen in hands. Bales of hay held their breath on the cart, rough fingers wrapped around their brown twine, but no longer hefting the weight.
I heard the sound of the gong and it snapped me away from my day dreams. Kevin smiled wickedly and I knew with more conviction then ever that I despised our school play.
Scooting over my best friend, I laid out my script and sighed.
The gong rang. It was half past four and Zhang had already finished a day’s amount of work. He wasn’t sure what drove him to do everything so fast; when work was finished, more would be on the way.
its used in comps to show the contestant is knocked out.
nothing too exciting uses the word gong.
Gong sounds like King Kong which is cool.
gong is not cool!
I played one once. It was really cool. It was just so empowering and does nothing to make me feel zen at all. Just empowered and enlightened. Sending this sensation throughout my entire body.
What the fuck? I have no thoughts on gong. A gong makes me think of a big brown …. gong. That you bang. But thats not what i want to think about right now…. all i think of is you.
And the gong sounds. It reminds me to connect with my intuition and hold on to those beliefs that carry through each day. Balance. Happiness. Good things. Blessings
Buddha music, colorful monks playing it, smiling peacefully.
The gong sounded, and the race began. She watched him run, crossing her fingers and praying for him to win. The first lap was finished, and he was in the lead.
the gong struck after the game finished. the contestants glanced at eachother, wondering who was the winner. the crowd fell silent in anticipation, as the screen lit up and revealed the results.
At the sound of the gong the cat scrambled up the tree. It nervously paced back and forth on the branch that supported it, all the time looking for a way down.
bong, dong, long, song,
van gong!
makes dind dang dong.
on a tree like a monkey.
or like babis the donkey.
the night is coming slowly
but monkey is still dong..
or ging gang gong..
in the museum of van gong.
A gong? A funny noise perhaps? A call to prayer is what come to mind. But then so do slang words, slang words of rude words. A gong? A GONG! Rolling on the floor laughing
In the stone hall, there’s a gong.
The gong at the back of the hall was drawing her closer. She longed to bang it as loud as she possibly could and wake up all these boring executives with their mind numbing speeches good a proper.
when i think of gongs i think of little chubby asian men ringing one. which makes me think of asian food, which i love, yumm((:
It’s a big big noise that hurts my ears; please don’t tell me it’s not over; please don’t tell me it is; I don’t know what I’m doing. Please keep playing that big big noise so I don’t have to listen to anything else.
Gong, gong, sonaron las campanas de la iglesia. Una, dos, tres, cuatro veces y más. Pero sin embargo vos no llegabas. Y yo ya estaba cansada de esperarte. Yo estoy cansada de esperarte. Las campanas siguen doblando… gong, gong, gong, pero aquí no murió nadie. Y yo tampoco.
somewhere in china where a man is doing yoga he hears the sound that keeps reapeating itself and he knows its time for dinner
gong, gong, gong goes the buoy at the top of the harbor. time to come home, time to sleep. time not to hit it.
He stood on top of a mountain and looked down. He saw nothing. Without hesitating, he jumped. Gong.
When I think of gongs I think of China and Chinese celebrations! I love the sounds and the idk emotion of it. gongs are pretty damn awesome!! Though I want one, I don’t think a full sized one could fit in the house which sucks. They bring good luck I think and keep away evil spirits
Hello,
This is a dodgy place in a dodgy town.
Tomorrow will be Great. I mean Great with a G. U know
We needed a day out to relax and get away from the hussle and bussle of the city, and the rut of working for the man . So we all hopped the car and took a drive to the Gong… “Wollongong” that is :D
A gong is an East and South East Asian musical instrument that takes the form of a flat metal disc which is hit with a mallet. Gongs are broadly of three types. Suspended gongs are more or less flat, circular discs of metal suspended vertically by means of a cord passed through holes near to the top rim. Bossed or nipple gongs have a raised center boss and are often suspended and played horizontally. Bowl gongs are bowl-shaped, and rest on cushions and belong more to bells than gongs. Gongs are made mainly from bronze or brass but there are many other alloys in use.
What’s a gong anyways? G. O. N. G. It stands for the Greatest One Notion of Grenada. I know this because I once went to Grenada on a tropical vacation.
Gong.
How appropriate.
I’m sitting in the lobby of my son’s TKD gym.
They have a gong here.
They use it on belt test days.
Whenever a task is completed, they bang the gong.
What do you call it when you it the gong after all?
I could still hear the chilling sound resonating in my ears lobes… the potato, waking up in the pan of flaxen oils, realizing that its flesh was singing and smoking and being torn from its bones… I can still hear the potato shrieking, crying in misery.