The Forgotten Land

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Are humans weak ?
Yes you can say that.
We are frail and weak creature.
If we say that cockroaches are difficult to kill.
Aren't we the same ?

Yes, bug spray can kill them.
We can smack them with our slippers.
Crush them with our shoes.
Hit them with rolled up newspapers.
Even though you try as much to kill them.
They still survive and multiply.
Just as the stars above.
Maybe they did well and God bless them just like Abrahem.

We go through many things in life.
Still we survive.
Many of us feel hell itself.
Tortured both physically and mentally.
I feel hell....
But i choose to ignore it.
The devils clutches are always near.
Seeking to swipe us at any moment.

I knew i had to grow up the moment i entered army.
I knew such childishness had to end.
I knew i had to be strong, not the weak old me.
It's time to grow up.

Yes... People may double-cross us.
But have we ever double cross others ?
People may not care about you.
But have we cared for others ?
Ask ourselves this question.
Maybe someone has said this before...
Do to other's what other's will do to you.
Spiritually think that way.
Another point to note.
Do not ask what other's can give to you, but what you can give to other's.

If you require trust.
Won't you trust other's before you attain that ?
Maybe the people who cares for you still does care.
But maybe he or she may be tired ?
Physically ? Spiritually ?
On the verge of falling ?
Instead of helping, you mock the person ?
To place yourselve in the shoes of other's.

It's a hard thing to do.
You have not been there and done that.
Some ate more salt than you have eaten rice.
Sometimes we have judged before we even asked.
Sometimes we feel empty inside...
We want help... But others might be empty as well.
We have to give and take....
Not take all the time.

To grow up and rely on ourselves.
On God.
Friends can help if they are free.
That is if they are willing.
Won't you try to understand ?

Giving up is always easy.
Taking the easy way out.
Escaping from reality.
But does that solve your problems ?
I wonder.....
You still feel the scar inside you.
You feel the pain.
Does that help in any way ?
Been there.... Took me a hard time to recover.

Army does help.... In a way.
When you take the shit.
It's true friends that helps you.
Guides you along the way.
We help each other.
And we get wacked together.
That is where trust comes from.

That is when you realise.
What the hell are you doing with your life ?
Why are you so bloody selfish ?
Why do you only think of your bloody self ?
Care for soliders, do you really know what that means ?

I think TJC should have the 7 core values as well.
1)Loyalty to Country(Change country to God)
2)Leadership(Haiz...Sad to see the management, maybe the new blood might work something out)
3)Discipline(I think all of us needs that)
4)Professionalism (Haizz.... Just look at the state we are in, lot of work to be done)
5)Fighting Spirit(We lack that, alot.)
6)Ethic(Talking behide other's back, Hiaz... Wanna say also say in front of the person mah)
7)Care for soldiers(This is the most important part i feel we should have.)

Maybe when i see other's...
I always get the feeling...
A leopard doesn't change it spots....
I wonder... Why do i change so much that it scares me ?
But when i see other's... They don't change at all.
Still the same, even after they said they will change.
And i feel so disappointed that i erase them off my contact list.
I never want to know a weakling like you.
A person who has given up.
Does not require me as a friend for the standard shown is pathetic.

Maybe God won't give up on you, he is the best.
I can't say anything. But as for me.
I'm not the best.
I have given up on you.
You do not meet my requirements, and you failed to meet my standards.
So long, may we never meet again.
I have given you plenty of chances.
You used up all of it.
Thus i must bid you farewell.

and the frost fell...
those glassy crystal orbs... Shannon left a note @
1:04 am

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Tuesday, March 17, 2009