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Trust

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Need to get this out of my system, therefore this post created.

When you were a toddler, you ran to anyone who reached out for you with open arms. You might cry a bit when you were not used to strangers. But as long as the stranger lingered around long enough and made you laugh, you would not hesistate to let stranger carry you to places beyond.

Trust was such a generous gift. You dispensed it easily.

As you grew older, you realised that the power of sneaking around and lying could earn you freedom beyond what the family legislation allowed. You skip classes to cheat a few more hours of sleep and then cover the lie with a medical certificate. You learn that you can play with trust.

And then that was when you realised that the best friend you had always trusted turned his back on you. Your mortal enemy was privy to your identity (courtesy of your best friend) as the gossipmonger that had been spreading deadly secrets about him, which you had insisted to be nothing but the truth. You learnt that trust can be betrayed.

Trust became an exquisite members club, only those proved to be worthy can join in.

This belief stayed on until you graduated from the adolescence institution. You relax the rules for selected cute guys or gals. That was when you first gave your heart away for that romantic thrill that you only heard of or seen of. But it only lasted as long as before the next cuter person come along. Someone's heart would be broken.

The bizarre situation was, you continue to exercise the exceptions for many who walked in and out of your life, and with each entrance and exit, they impaired your ability to trust bit by bit.

Trust is corrupted. You can never trust anyone entirely. You say that you trust, in order to exchange for something that you need.

This condition persisted until you entered the "big big world" incorporation. True enough. Nobody trust nobody. Everything had to be in black and white. And if your black and white was not exhaustive enough and couldn't withstand the close scrutiny of whom you were dealing with, you would be standing on the losing end of the deal.

Everyone on the street is not worthy of trust. Trust can't even be earned, because trust only exists in the surreal realm of idealism.

That is only so much you can trust human and get disappointed repeatedly until you can't trust anymore.

Y o u r N a m e _ b l o g g e d _ @ 11:02 PM |



Cambodia 2006

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Went to Cambodia with Tapestry Playback in June.

Part of me wanted it to be a soul trip, part of me wanted to contribute to our effort there, no matter how minute, to rebuild the torn soul of a battered country.

I felt priviledged to be in a position to give.

I was glad to walk on their mud road and star gaze at the non polluted night sky.

I was shocked to see people urinating and bathing in the open in the capital of a country.

I was filthy, clad in my sweaty grim all day long under the hot sun and humid weather.

I was humbled by the resilence of the survivors.

You can take a peak into my trip.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/69277925@N00/sets/72157594203639215

Y o u r N a m e _ b l o g g e d _ @ 12:38 AM |



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