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.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
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!!
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.
"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.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Random Beginning
Hi Guys I'm writing this story beginning completely on the spur of the moment, not sure where it's going and not intending to end it. Maybe if you guys think of something you can continue it? Anyway here goes:
The heavy snow fell on the already frosted glass as he trudged alone through the dark, forested path. I watched him from the window as he approached. It had been a long time, but I would never mistake that loping walk or the strangely overbearing aura his short figure cast.
He arrived at the doorstep just as I descended the stairs, and knocked once. I opened the large oak door, and for a moment we just stare at each other, calculating tawny eyes meeting wary azure ones.
"Helen." he said finally, by way of greeting. "Eric." I reply curtly. Another short silence, and I stand wordlessly aside to let him in. He did so, dumping his long faux-fur coat on a nearby table without invitation. I observed him closely under pretence of putting up the coat on my empty stand, while he did the same to me with a great show of wiping his feet on the mat. Both of us quietly apprehensive, yet eager to begin.
"So. You require my services?" I enquire at last. He nods slowly. "Yes. Are you willing to sell, is the question." "I sell to whoever can pay my rates."
He shakes his head with some irritation. "Money is no object, Helen. As I'm sure you know. But the job I have in mind for you is a little more... extreme than the ones you are probably used to." he says delicately. I bark out a laugh. "Try me, Eric."
He stares at me some more, refusing to speak, cautious. Afraid, perhaps. He knows my line of work well, he knows me well. He doesn't trust me. "As I remember, you used to do jobs like this yourself. Found a way out of it, have you?" I inquire lightly. He shrugs and answers "Surely you yourself don't intend to do, well, what it is we do, forever?" I laugh again, but humorlessly this time. "You sound like I have a choice."
"I do, don't I?" he replies. I give him a wintry smile. "Back to business, perhaps?" He nods again. "I'll pay you two million for this job. Cash. You get half as downpayment, and the other half when I see the job is done." he states. I smile again. "Two million. A hefty sum. What could this one be, Eric?" He seems to shake himself, put up his guard, at my refusal to give him a straight answer. "Will you do it or not?" he presses.
I smile once more, just to unnerve him. "What, don't trust me?" I tease. "I am simply unwilling to be taken in again, Helen. As are my associates." There's a touch of menace in his tone. We have had run-ins before, me and his "associates", as he puts it. "None of us like being taken in." I say as way of reply. He appears to accept this.
"So, do we have a deal?"
Ok, that's it, I guess. I'm not sure why I wrote this but anyway, feel free to continue if you want to. Can you guys figure out what her occupation is?
The heavy snow fell on the already frosted glass as he trudged alone through the dark, forested path. I watched him from the window as he approached. It had been a long time, but I would never mistake that loping walk or the strangely overbearing aura his short figure cast.
He arrived at the doorstep just as I descended the stairs, and knocked once. I opened the large oak door, and for a moment we just stare at each other, calculating tawny eyes meeting wary azure ones.
"Helen." he said finally, by way of greeting. "Eric." I reply curtly. Another short silence, and I stand wordlessly aside to let him in. He did so, dumping his long faux-fur coat on a nearby table without invitation. I observed him closely under pretence of putting up the coat on my empty stand, while he did the same to me with a great show of wiping his feet on the mat. Both of us quietly apprehensive, yet eager to begin.
"So. You require my services?" I enquire at last. He nods slowly. "Yes. Are you willing to sell, is the question." "I sell to whoever can pay my rates."
He shakes his head with some irritation. "Money is no object, Helen. As I'm sure you know. But the job I have in mind for you is a little more... extreme than the ones you are probably used to." he says delicately. I bark out a laugh. "Try me, Eric."
He stares at me some more, refusing to speak, cautious. Afraid, perhaps. He knows my line of work well, he knows me well. He doesn't trust me. "As I remember, you used to do jobs like this yourself. Found a way out of it, have you?" I inquire lightly. He shrugs and answers "Surely you yourself don't intend to do, well, what it is we do, forever?" I laugh again, but humorlessly this time. "You sound like I have a choice."
"I do, don't I?" he replies. I give him a wintry smile. "Back to business, perhaps?" He nods again. "I'll pay you two million for this job. Cash. You get half as downpayment, and the other half when I see the job is done." he states. I smile again. "Two million. A hefty sum. What could this one be, Eric?" He seems to shake himself, put up his guard, at my refusal to give him a straight answer. "Will you do it or not?" he presses.
I smile once more, just to unnerve him. "What, don't trust me?" I tease. "I am simply unwilling to be taken in again, Helen. As are my associates." There's a touch of menace in his tone. We have had run-ins before, me and his "associates", as he puts it. "None of us like being taken in." I say as way of reply. He appears to accept this.
"So, do we have a deal?"
Ok, that's it, I guess. I'm not sure why I wrote this but anyway, feel free to continue if you want to. Can you guys figure out what her occupation is?
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Shark Story
Hi guys!
Finally got around to writing that diary entry. I'm writing from the perspective of a great white shark, and there are two entries. Sorry if I make any scientific mistakes, cos I don't know a lot about the creatures I'm writing about>.< I wrote it while I was out on a chess competition haha:P Anyway yeah, hope you guys enjoy it!
Finally got around to writing that diary entry. I'm writing from the perspective of a great white shark, and there are two entries. Sorry if I make any scientific mistakes, cos I don't know a lot about the creatures I'm writing about>.< I wrote it while I was out on a chess competition haha:P Anyway yeah, hope you guys enjoy it!
Diary of A Great White Shark Pt 1
Dear Diary,
We great white sharks are the kings of the ocean. With the whales and the dolphins, we rule the deeps. Top of the food chain, second to none. It's a reputation all sharks glory in. Wherever we go, anything that swims gets out of the way. Except the remora fish, but those are useful. And jellyfish, because they know we don't eat them. Annoying little creatures. But aside from these we pretty much dominate the seas.
Until now.
Something strange has appeared in our ocean. Something we've never seen before, something almost not..not of the sea. It's larger than the sharks by far, and faster than the dolphins. We've heard stories about it too, stories of huge, drifting nets that swallow more fish that a pod of whales. Sometimes these nets trap dolphins, and they die too. But now they say this creature has brought friends. Deadly friends. And in great number too.
These friends are supposedly even more dangerous than the ones that brought them. Yesterday, on one of my hunts, I heard a pod of humpback singing for grief. I paused to listen, and I heard them singing for a dead leader, who died unnaturally and horribly, speared to death with a merciless rain of sharp, curved weapons from above. They sang with deep mourning. But they also sang of terror, of uncertainty. They sang of a new predator that had invaded our waters, more powerful than any of us. And they sang out their fear to the skies.
Fear is not something I am accustomed to hearing from the mighty humpbacks. It is not something I am accustomed to feeling, myself. None of us. But if these creatures are killing the dolphins, and hunting the whales, is it not likely that the sharks will be next?
We great white sharks are the kings of the ocean. With the whales and the dolphins, we rule the deeps. Top of the food chain, second to none. It's a reputation all sharks glory in. Wherever we go, anything that swims gets out of the way. Except the remora fish, but those are useful. And jellyfish, because they know we don't eat them. Annoying little creatures. But aside from these we pretty much dominate the seas.
Until now.
Something strange has appeared in our ocean. Something we've never seen before, something almost not..not of the sea. It's larger than the sharks by far, and faster than the dolphins. We've heard stories about it too, stories of huge, drifting nets that swallow more fish that a pod of whales. Sometimes these nets trap dolphins, and they die too. But now they say this creature has brought friends. Deadly friends. And in great number too.
These friends are supposedly even more dangerous than the ones that brought them. Yesterday, on one of my hunts, I heard a pod of humpback singing for grief. I paused to listen, and I heard them singing for a dead leader, who died unnaturally and horribly, speared to death with a merciless rain of sharp, curved weapons from above. They sang with deep mourning. But they also sang of terror, of uncertainty. They sang of a new predator that had invaded our waters, more powerful than any of us. And they sang out their fear to the skies.
Fear is not something I am accustomed to hearing from the mighty humpbacks. It is not something I am accustomed to feeling, myself. None of us. But if these creatures are killing the dolphins, and hunting the whales, is it not likely that the sharks will be next?
Diary of A Great White Shark Pt 2
Dear Diary,
It has happened. The doom of the sharks is upon us.
Today, I was swimming in the open, something I had tried not to do since the stories of this new creature. But the hunger and the smell of blood overwhelmed me. The smell of blood was so strong, and the desire, the sheer desire... I found myself chasing the promise of prey before I even knew what I was doing. There was a source of blood, very near, and blood meant prey. So I followed the scent right out into the open. The bloodlust was growing, and I powered out in a frenzy. Prey. Blood. Prey! KILL!
And then I saw it. A huge, looming, dark shape above the waters. It was a hulking, rugged monster, the size of a whale! And the waters beneath it were crimson with blood. For a moment I was paralysed, caught between fear and bloodlust as the scene burned into my mind. The broken bodies of my own kind drifted downwards, billowing blood everywhere. One thing was common among all the corpses-they had no fins.
What horror was this?! was my last thought.
That was when the craving for prey took over, shutting down my brain and driving my body into the mass of blood and bodies, ripping, tearing, snapping. Savagely, I bit into the corpses of other sharks-now my prey. Well, I say corpses...some were still writhing, struggling in vain. I saw other sharks doing the same beside me, and as we feasted on our own species I saw still more of us pulled out of the water. Later, the same ones were thrust back, finless and streaming with blood. The scent must have drawn sharks form miles around. And likewise, sharks from miles around were mutilated, and thrown, still alive, to their hungry brethren.
The monster must have devoured as many fins as it could hold, because it suddenly moved on, leaving a few of us unharmed. Once I managed to regain control of myself, I turned tail and sped away, reeling with shock.
Was this what the creature did to lure its prey? By using our own bloodthirstiness, our own uncontrollable desire to hunt, against ourselves, it had drawn more of us than I have ever seen in one place. How, then, could we fight back? At the rate this thing ate, it would only be a matter of time before it wiped us all out. This new hunter would kill us all! The sharks, the whales, the dolphins, even the plentiful fish. We'd all die. Then this thing would rule the oceans of the world. The dead oceans of the world.
I don't understand. What does this thing want from us? Why the carnage? The whales did not swallow all the krill, the dolphins do not devour all the tuna, we do not eat entire species. Even the fish know to leave some algae to live. I have never seen any predator destroy his prey completely. We depend on our prey for survival too. Yet this creature seems determined to eliminate us all. But why? Will it not perish alongside us when that day comes? How can anything be so cruel, so intent on killing, that they must take so many of us?
It has happened. The doom of the sharks is upon us.
Today, I was swimming in the open, something I had tried not to do since the stories of this new creature. But the hunger and the smell of blood overwhelmed me. The smell of blood was so strong, and the desire, the sheer desire... I found myself chasing the promise of prey before I even knew what I was doing. There was a source of blood, very near, and blood meant prey. So I followed the scent right out into the open. The bloodlust was growing, and I powered out in a frenzy. Prey. Blood. Prey! KILL!
And then I saw it. A huge, looming, dark shape above the waters. It was a hulking, rugged monster, the size of a whale! And the waters beneath it were crimson with blood. For a moment I was paralysed, caught between fear and bloodlust as the scene burned into my mind. The broken bodies of my own kind drifted downwards, billowing blood everywhere. One thing was common among all the corpses-they had no fins.
What horror was this?! was my last thought.
That was when the craving for prey took over, shutting down my brain and driving my body into the mass of blood and bodies, ripping, tearing, snapping. Savagely, I bit into the corpses of other sharks-now my prey. Well, I say corpses...some were still writhing, struggling in vain. I saw other sharks doing the same beside me, and as we feasted on our own species I saw still more of us pulled out of the water. Later, the same ones were thrust back, finless and streaming with blood. The scent must have drawn sharks form miles around. And likewise, sharks from miles around were mutilated, and thrown, still alive, to their hungry brethren.
The monster must have devoured as many fins as it could hold, because it suddenly moved on, leaving a few of us unharmed. Once I managed to regain control of myself, I turned tail and sped away, reeling with shock.
Was this what the creature did to lure its prey? By using our own bloodthirstiness, our own uncontrollable desire to hunt, against ourselves, it had drawn more of us than I have ever seen in one place. How, then, could we fight back? At the rate this thing ate, it would only be a matter of time before it wiped us all out. This new hunter would kill us all! The sharks, the whales, the dolphins, even the plentiful fish. We'd all die. Then this thing would rule the oceans of the world. The dead oceans of the world.
I don't understand. What does this thing want from us? Why the carnage? The whales did not swallow all the krill, the dolphins do not devour all the tuna, we do not eat entire species. Even the fish know to leave some algae to live. I have never seen any predator destroy his prey completely. We depend on our prey for survival too. Yet this creature seems determined to eliminate us all. But why? Will it not perish alongside us when that day comes? How can anything be so cruel, so intent on killing, that they must take so many of us?
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