The Forgotten Land

Monday, January 26, 2009

There is alot i wish to say.
Yet i cannot do so.
There is alot of things that i feel inside.
Yet i cannot express it.

I'm thankful.
Thankful for my life.
Thankful to still keep my breath.
Thankful to have water again.
Thankful to have a bed to sleep on.
Thankful for whatever is placed on my plate.

Thankful for parents.
Love ones to give me courage to carry on.
Thankful for their letters.
To motivate me to push forward when the feeling of death sweeps past.
To never give up because of pain.
To move on even when you feel tired.

I want to be the best.
I want to go on.
I want to go all out.
I've achieved my goals.
Maybe i might be able to enter sniper.

My goals might turn out for the better.
But before that.
Pain must be felt.
Nothing comes for free.
This is reality.

Sometimes during field camp.
I keep hating myself.
I keep asking why the hell did Adam eat the bloody fruit.
Don't care Eve la.
Why adam ?
Why are we punished to toil and sweat on the land ?
Why did the stupid snake be so weak ?
But than, Sgt. came and told us to suck thumb.
And get a move on, we don't have all day to dig a stupid hole.

Thank God for such loving parents.
Treating me like a king whenever i return.
Maybe they are feeling guility for that day.
But it's not their fault.
It was never their fault.
It was mine to be so spoilt.
Mine to be so stupid.
To be unable to comfort them.

It's not about what you do.
People make mistakes.
It's about how you change to never make that mistake again.

I've been mentally tortured.
Physically tortured.
But never giving up.
I will not fall because of such stupid stuff.
I will not go down you hear me.

You can throw me as many shit as you can.
Make me leader and screw me up side down.
But i don't give a damn.
I will not fall because of weakness.
Even if i physcially can't do it.
If my mind say i can.... My body will follow.

And now i'm declaring to you ass.
Give me your best shot.
And let me tell you.
Hit me with all you have.
Or you are going to regrate it.

Cos i'll be back.
Stronger, Better, Faster.
Everyday i see my muscles getting bigger.
Everyday i feel like i have become stronger.
Everyday i feel like i can run like the wind.

I will not fall.
I will survive.
Throw me into the jungle thinking i'll die and i'll climb out without a scratch.
I'm a survivor.
To not be able to talk.
To keep slient.
But a song keeps playing in my head.

"Survivor" from destiny child.
1 more month of shit.
What can you throw at me ?
My body is shaking.
Shaking with excitement.
How are you going to break us down ?
Try me.

and the frost fell...
those glassy crystal orbs... Shannon left a note @
1:23 am

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Monday, January 26, 2009