Ignore The Blood

Fighting for your life on the deadly battlefield
Armed only with that sharp metal stick you wield
Parry, riposte and thrust among mountains of injured and dead
A sudden jab! Opens a wound in your side that runs red

It's a deep wound, it's serious, you know for sure that it is
You try to resist the urge to fall to your knees
Agony pierces you in a hot-cold slice
The enemy advances- you can't hide the fear in your eyes

You stumble away as he tries to run you through
Crimson spills and it hurts, but what else can you do?
Ignore the blood, ignore the pain
Force yourself up and strike again
Blink away those blinding, desperate tears
Grit your teeth and push aside those terrible fears
Block off the emotions that rush at you in a flood
Just like how you ignore your own blood
You keep on fighting, it's all you know how to do now
Determined to kill or be killed, and you don't care how.

Oh, whether a battle's won or lost
Who out there thinks about the cost?
Everyone wants to see grand trophies of the conflicts fought
But few see how much blood had to be ignored.

Where fantasy meets reality

Princess' dreams, and dragons flee

A handsome prince, kneels and grieves

Oh ho, a kissing scene

"A happily ever after" curtain call it is.

Warfare, murder, fraud, theft, burglary

Divorce, corruption, rape, molest

Vile and contempt

In raging trend

And so,

No further dealings

With reality

Only, and only so,

To fuel the esteemed land of fantasy

The climax, plot and other settings

Require such surveillance

Of this sad, undesirable community

Call it cowardice

Call it weak

I'm but an outlier;

With an informed choice

Camouflaging in

With the convoluted majority

I

Still am, and always will be

Plugged in a matrix.

Of maniacal delusion

I remain a hermit

Writing poetry

In ecstasy

Beauty

In front of the mirror she brushes her hair
Gazing at posters of ladies fair
Models for this ugly duckling to emulate
Personified perfection to imitate.
Foundation, blusher, eye-shadow and lipstick
Powders, mascara and concealer to work their magic
Painting for her a portrait upon her skin
A glittering cover to hide the blemishes within.
Another face takes shape over her own
A prettier one that she deems fit to be shown

Next, a volley of chemicals on her hair to make it fine
Special lotions and serums to make it shine
Brush a hundred times, then style according to the posters on the wall
Followed by a cloud of hairspray to fix it all.
Mousy brown strands are groomed into glossy locks
Then pinned up perfectly to "that special look that rocks!"

Finally, she puts on the outfit she's prepared
According to the fashion tips her friends have shared
Jeans carefully frayed and painstakingly ripped just right
T shirt just a little too tight
Showing off the figure she's skipped a thousand meals to achieve
A dozen diets for those slim arms peeking from under her sleeves
Her trendiest new earrings sparkling under the light
She's sure to be in the limelight tonight

Forever chasing beauty, her one and only interest
But all the while she never really knew what it was

Canoe

I really admire Canoeing people now. You all have super good balance and arm muscles :D Now I am dang sunburnt, got muscle ache and have the skin of my left thumb scraped off. But it was really fun, will consider joining it in J.C. You staying in Canoe?


I got into the canoe, expecting it to be like the kayak of OBS. But I only paddled a few metres before capsizing, the first capsize of the day!


The teacher helped me empty the canoe, and I climbed back in. Wasted efforts, because the moment he left my canoe, the inevitable happened. I tried my best to keep steady, but to no avail. I will never make a tightrope walker.


This happened for a few more times, until the teacher was wondering what's the point of getting me back on the canoe if I have to capsize immediately after that. All this time my more talented schoolmates were paddling somewhere far away. Drunk too much water up my nose.


What made me really determined to stop this was that I knew I was wasting a lot of people's time. And whoops I accidentally made a HCI senior helping me capsize too, while trying to clamber back onto the canoe. So I somehow managed not to capsize any more for the whole of the the morning session. I found it helps to keep paddling and look straight. Even turning around to look back can capsize me.


We learnt all the very basic strokes and stuff. And for the second session I continued the miracle by staying relatively drive. What motivated me was an ant crawling on the boat, for I didn't want to doom it by capsizing. It was fine until the race. You know, under the heat of the race, I loosened my discipline and went down. Poor ant. Oh man.


I found out after I went ashore that the skin of one side of my thumb had come off. Must have held too hard. But I'm really glad the reservoir water looks relatively clean, and my senior certified it 100% potable.


So you see, canoers are really pro. How do you guys even stay on the canoe? And paddle so fast? Haha was it the same situation for yall when you started?

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.