date: Tuesday, January 04, 2005 @ 6:37 pm
title: Day 2: The Killing Season begins..
RJC with a 'S' invisible at the front.
Today is the 2nd day in SRJC. Rather dull but it all depends on the 'fresh' men's attitude lor..
If just.. Marists united with other havoc allies, the orientation will be dominated by us. Cheering at will with many cat scream across the hall.. Overthrowing the President of the 17th Counselor batch and controlling the mass crowd. We will be the King of the Kings.
A food for thought. If we, the freshmen, revolt against the power of the school. Most probably our OGLs (Orientation Group Leaders) and their gangs will chip in the mutiny.. Blood will be spilled and groaning will be music to our ears. Kidding... As Jesus once said, "those who live by the sword will die by the sword."
I'm proud to say that I'm part of the SRJC family.
The school management is alright and rather organised and going.
The seniors are not bad as well.. (maybe the OGLs are the only living beings in the school. The rest would be hide behind their books and burying into the pile of notes.)
The Principle Rox lor.. Mrs Kok rulz.. She's kind of cute. (Apologize for not able to define the definition of 'cute'.) She has a peculiar way of emphasizing a point. It's like.. she directs to the main point immediately den beat around the bush after that. (usually is the other way around.) She has the Chinese tongue, which her speech sounded rather forceful and harsh..
Kerui and Doreen are our OGLs.. they are the most 'corrupted' OGLs in my OG - 'Aura' or Or-laa...
Very slack and always not serious.. but they really Rox lar..
Other OGLs very mean and dunno how to motivate the OGs.. haha.
Kerui.. a prosperous looking king that is a privilege to the countrymen for his generosity that many might exploit..
We supposed to tour the school den Kerui took us to the center of the school where all the entrances and exits could be seen den pointed the 'direction' of the major rooms and blocks.. less than 5 minutes the tour ended and we slacked in the air-conditioned study room until lunch..
He rulz..
While inside... I thought of a friend.
I confess: a gal-de-friend. I call her 'Snow White'.
She used to sit beside me..we are partners due to the conjunction between our register number - I'm 14, den she's 15.
I wouldn't say I didn't have a crush on her.. more like puppy love. Affection just came and went as soon as I knew her better.
Our 'relationship' as desk buddies was not a 'they-lived-happily-ever-after' ending.. there was a beginning but there was not ending to the story...
According to my goldfish memory and reliable source from a reliable ex-classmate... This friend of mine, my desk buddy was separated from me.. (not because of what I did.. or is it?)
She was brutally battered by a baseball bat and hung upside down by her toes for her blood to drain and drip to dryness. Her face was disfigured beyond recognition and circular burnt marks all over her body. Crushed bones punctured her lungs and flesh and blood were mixed together. 100 odd stitches were needed to heal her wounds but inside of her, her emotion was unrepairable.. unrepairable..
SIAO DING DONG!! DONG DING SIAO!!
She was pushed down fron the stair by the guys, without further investigation, the guys were gulity of the offence den the parents came shooting at the form teacher. Bla bla bla...
Mum demanded for her to sit with another gal..
That's the end..
Sad right.. sympathy towards my situtation right..
empathy towards my sadness right.. poor thing right..
But I'm a strong boy. I can accept it. I will not cry over spill milk. You dun need to give me counseling..
At most, I call the 'pregnancy crisis service' hotline @ 63399770 during office hours on one of the days from Monday to Saturday..
I might call.. might call soon.
