fighter
argh. lost that blog there. have to start over
as i was saying, I have no life; am struggling to get by. Well its a jungle out here, to put it succinctly and the jungle rule applies. Survival of the fittest. And its sad to say that I'm not one of them. In a certain premier school in the Bishan-Angmokio area, and seventeen year old freshman is trying to find her foothold, her niche amidst the stifling competition. The future seems bleak. Could this be just a prelude to her adult world, just hovering somewhere around the corner? The harsh reality of the concrete jungle scares her and the once fearless has turned into a cowering weakling, emerging a loser in each challenge, her distaste for reaching out slowly increasing with each lost battle. This training ground has her running. Renowned for churning out victorious warriors, adroit in their (academic and co-curricular) skills, the losers are shunned here. There is no place for them. And she too is one of them.
She is in a conundrum; a quandary: To fight or flight? But the answer is obvious. It is too late for flight, which leaves us with the former choice. But the fighter in her has taken shelter in the recesses of her heart, carefully nursing battle wounds. For now, the coward is in control as the fighter waits to heal. Before she returns once again, as a butterfly from its cocoon, carefully spun for maximum protection. This period is one of metamorphis. And we await the emergence of the fighter, fully healed, in all her brilliant splendour, the fire once again ablaze in her eyes. We await.
as i was saying, I have no life; am struggling to get by. Well its a jungle out here, to put it succinctly and the jungle rule applies. Survival of the fittest. And its sad to say that I'm not one of them. In a certain premier school in the Bishan-Angmokio area, and seventeen year old freshman is trying to find her foothold, her niche amidst the stifling competition. The future seems bleak. Could this be just a prelude to her adult world, just hovering somewhere around the corner? The harsh reality of the concrete jungle scares her and the once fearless has turned into a cowering weakling, emerging a loser in each challenge, her distaste for reaching out slowly increasing with each lost battle. This training ground has her running. Renowned for churning out victorious warriors, adroit in their (academic and co-curricular) skills, the losers are shunned here. There is no place for them. And she too is one of them.
She is in a conundrum; a quandary: To fight or flight? But the answer is obvious. It is too late for flight, which leaves us with the former choice. But the fighter in her has taken shelter in the recesses of her heart, carefully nursing battle wounds. For now, the coward is in control as the fighter waits to heal. Before she returns once again, as a butterfly from its cocoon, carefully spun for maximum protection. This period is one of metamorphis. And we await the emergence of the fighter, fully healed, in all her brilliant splendour, the fire once again ablaze in her eyes. We await.
posted by cosmo_surfer at 11:36 PM
1 Comments:
aiyah, stop mincing your words la. come outta the closet, get to your pt! wad?! so wad will you do abt it? just moan? Mmmm. hohoho. but good command of the eng lang, nonetheless. SPLENDID!
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