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The silenced shadow.....

I search for years, but i never find what I seek..
I wonder about the thoughts I have and the dreams I create...

The end result, I am, from the clash of darkness and light,
not defined by purpose nor bound by natural inclinations..

Fighting now for an identity, people scourn and jeer at my hapeless wandering...
Tempted to succumb to the bait of acceptence,
Lured by the sweet scent of easy rest I shall march on to that seemingly impossile goal I have.

Friends I have, but real are they, I'll never be able to tell.

Tales of endless friendship and alliegance of loyalties are always promised, but kept?

I do not want to know.

In times of fun, Games and glory they are there, when I'm needed they are there too..
But if I ever need them, will they still be there??

I don't know.

Visible I am only when required for tasks which dirties the hand or garners no worthy bounty.
Invisible I am at all other times of games and gatherings.

Needed, used and diacarded, that is what I have become for being too nice to insensitive
and stuck up fools.

On days where I'm not needed I always can sense a certain amount of disapproval from my surroundings.

My own mortal mother disdains at my doings.
MY own life I cannot control, My decisions often overwritten by her just by meer fact she's lived longer.

People say they know me well, but when the test comes all fall short and say I am too compicated and unsure of my being.

Mystery shrouds my life from strangers and curious by-standers

A stone walled sheild I seem to have, round a fortress that consumes the true me, never trusting never communicating.

The key that unlocks I keep near me.. No longer dangling to allow anyone in.

The phanthom that engulfed me is now one and true with me. Yet my fears remain and they stab at me with unchecked fury. I have accepted its fate and seem strangely comfortable to being alone and isolated.
But waiting, I am, for the one who shatters this isolating prison.

Death's once horrid stench has become a fragrent scent to me.
I await the day his gleaming blood-stained scythe and gaping, lifeless face visits me.
With reluctant resistance I fight the reapers taunt now, living to find acceptence, searching to quench my quest and lay rest to these haunting thoughts and fleeting memories...

The visible invisibilty I have become..

The Shadow wanders on..

Searching...

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Tuesday, September 26, 2006

This post will tell you what are the useful things that an Ammunition Storeman can learn and apply in everyday life.

1. How to be patient...
You'd be absoloutly bummed-out to find out the amount of time wasted in the army waiting due to poor time management.

2. How to do silly things but feel like you're actually doing smthing useful..
In PAD, where Im serving out my years, Regulars play politics. And are mostly selfish and/or power hungry. They things they make you just to prove their power and gain favour with the brass just astounds..

3. How to be assertive... (The wrong way)
Not a day goes by without a vugarity flying around.. Averagely, Vulgarities are used in 4 out of every 10 words. And not an hour goes by in the base without a vugarity exchange.. Mind you, the officers do it too..

4. How to endure meaningless critism..
When you have a sargeant that has mood swings, plays the race card heavily and isnt liked by the higher-ups, critism comes as water from a singapore tap.

5. How to go un-appreciated...
In platoon Two, NOBODY is motivated to work. The same PMS sarge always says you didn't do your work even though he KNOWS you spent the better half of the day doing you work..

Well, here are some of the things a storeman like myself can learn... Interesting isnt it??

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