One of Us

You got the look of one who's been broken, forgotten and lost
Like a misplaced buoy in the angry sea, swept and shaken and tossed.
It's obvious you've gone off the tracks and you don't know where to go
You're so confused you've given up completely and you're too tired to put on a show.
We see you walk around with deadened eyes hollow as your heart
Blank gaze and empty soul, clearly you've been torn apart.
Lonely loner, you've been ripped from your clan and you don't know where you belong
Wishing but no longer hoping to find your kind, you wonder where it all went wrong.
You stumble on in cold isolation, fragile from the pain
Running through your scars and vowing never to be hurt again.
You're a misfit, an anomaly, a complete and utter outcast
In other words then, you're just like us.
Oh yes, you're not the only one, you're not as alone as you thought
We are the old veterans of the war you believed that you and you alone fought.
We know exactly, exactly what it's like to live your life
We've gone through your troubles and tasted your strife.
We had what you once had, and like you we lost it all
Saw everything drifting away before our eyes and didn't even have strength to call
Just like you, pain and tears were our best teacher
And from them we learnt how to spot a traitor.
Those that claimed to love us but backstabbed us instead,
But the shared torment bonded us close and true allies we made.
Be alone no longer, you've found people like you
Without words we understand your story and you understand ours too
Put your suffocating lonliness to an end
Among us fellow warriors you'll find your true friend.
No one tends a wound like the people with scars
Come join your own kind and leave behind the sorrows of your past.
Somewhere in this struggle we've found you and you've found us somehow
We know how you feel and you're one of us now.

Library

I happened to visit Jurong East library recently. They have a good array of fiction books, but no Animorphs as far as I could see. Just wanted to say that the library looked sadly unfamiliar; so long has passed since I last stepped into one.

Can still remember the good old times at the Greenwood library, and visiting the national library once every week. I miss being loaded down by the dozens of books I had to carry home, with my bag bursting and my back breaking. Really miss those days.

Now I'm too busy to start reading again, can't afford to keep owing homework to the teachers, can I? Just, every now and then, I suppose I can allow meself a little break from the endless homework piled on us. Now would be a good idea.

Goodbye for now, I'm off to the fantasy world!!

Random Continuation

Suddenly, a knock on the door startled us like a gunshot. Eric hurriedly grabbed his coat and slunk upstairs without a word. I cautiously opened the door and to my relief, it was only Lina, my best friend.

"Hey Helen," She smiled at me, her amber eyes shining. "Good to see you again. Happy Birthday!"

"Thank you, Lina." I replied, the tense atmosphere Eric brought forgotten. I stepped aside to let her in. "You've brought me a cake?"

"Yes! The best in town! Your favorite. By the way, did I interrupt anything? I heard voices." She asked, placing her coat on the same .

"You did? But I'm alone here! It must have been the radio." I lied smoothly.

"Oh, ok." Lina responded, but she sounded doubtful. I saw her glance at the still-open doorway, and to my shock Eric's footprints showed clearly in the thin layer of snow.

"Oh, those footprints are mine! I just came home from the market!" I invented something quickly.

"Really?" Lina still sounded unsure, as she looked at me. "Well, let's get started! Here's the candles."

We settled down in the kitchen and started chatting over pieces of cake and orange juice. Lina was my only friend in this mundane village, and we haven't met for a long time as I was just back from a long overseas "job". We talked briefly about the latest news in the village, random gossip and fabricated a few details about my cover job as a sales manager to answer her questions.

As the conversation grew longer, I felt a growing sense of unease as I thought about Eric upstairs. Who knows what he may be up to now? Does he need to leave urgently?

My blood ran cold when I suddenly thought about my 'blackbook' lying open on my work table. I had been updating it just before Eric arrived. Would he come across it upstairs? Would he dare to read my private books? Would he understand the significance of it?

My heart raced as I thought of how to send Lina away. Outwardly, I kept a calm expression as I discussed the best way of maintaining a garden with a pet. Some of my frustration must have leaked, as Lina wondered why I was so restless that day.

Finally, Lina left, and I shut the door nervously. Eric appeared at the top of the stairs.

"I didn't know it was your birthday. Happy Birthday." His gaze appeared especially penetrating as I read it uneasily for any sign that he had read my blackbook.

"Thanks. Sorry to keep you up there for so long. Bored? Had anything to do?" I asked carefully.

"I guess so. Nothing much." He answered, just as guardedly. We stood staring at each other for a while.

"So, do we have a deal?"




Haha, I couldn't get her job either, just raised even more questions didn't I? Hope this helps though.