Friday, September 24, 2004
Just another plain day in school.It was what happened after school that got me annoyed.
(Please be reminded that I'm no racist; it just had to happen with that particular race.)
It was a normal typical Friday, being allowed to leave school at 12.40 since the Muslims had to go for Friday prayers. But of course, 4A had to stay back due to English lessons which Mr Tom Chan would drag on, making it second nature knowing that we wouldn't be able to leave school until one o'clock or so.
When the grace of God finally made him say "Class dismissed", I gathered my belongings, took off the shohoku jacket that belonged to Sean, and scooted out, not wanting to be called by him, be nagged at and questioned if I was studying for my N levels. (I'm still a procrastinate; I don't feel like studying. >.>)
Anyway, I bade min, yin, zhihui and qian nan adieu when we were at the gate, since I took the bus-stop at the opposite side. Crossed the traffic light like nobody's business, and made my way to the bus-stop.
There, I saw a huge.....
brown....
..dog.
I wasn't afraid, though. I was never afraid of dogs. Just cats. (Ironic that I live with my pet black cat Sabbath eh. -.-) Anyhoo. I walked closer to see it, and realised that it was a female one. And it had a metal chain on it's neck, but who would abandon her? She was very skinny; I could see her ribcages and even her spine. She was huge, about the size of two me's.. making it obvious that she was a very old dog. She was injured on her thigh, but it was an already-healed wound. I couldn't help but pity and want to hug her, but instinct just said no lest she wasn't in the mood for hugs from strangers.
Then came along two malay students. Couldn't tell if they were sec one or two, but they were lower sec seeing that they wore shorts. They didn't have a kind look on their faces when they saw the dog, and I could hear them murmuring something, but since my malay vocab sucked, I didn't comprehend. I saw one just take a stone and throw it without aim, and missing the dog. Furious, I glared at both of them. I was going to say something like "Jangan lar, kepala butoh!" (Of course I thanked Aliman for teaching me that. XD), but decided to keep quiet since they ran off.
That attempt of hitting the dog made me remember of something when I was a child.
I was still 4-5, naive and retarded. I was at a playground where I don't remember why I was even there at the first place. I decided to play with the sand when - I found a bird buried there. A little sparrow.. still half alive. It was beating its wings frantically in an attempt to free itself from my grasp, but I held it close trying to dust away the sand. Then, I hear voices. An unknown language, and a push. I fell to the ground and released the bird from my hands.
"Oei, don't touch our things lar!!" yelled a boy of which was definitely bigger than me in age and in size, and grabbed the bird.
Terrified, I ran somewhere else. But I didn't know what they were going to do to the bird, so I stayed close and watched. I had the shock of my life when they took out a matchbox, lighted a fire, gathered everyone and stuck the lighted matchstick in the sparrow's wing. The sparrow seemed to cry for help.. I was just helpless.
All of a sudden, when he stuck the second one, and the sparrow just surrendered itself to the murderers, I felt utter fury. I just dashed forward, pushed the guy and yelled. Why did they have to kill it? It never offended them anyway.. I was probably too naive to understand; but killing a life, regardless of how small the creature is, to me it's unforgivable. Maybe I'm still naive. Like I give a flying fuck about that.
When a second stone flew out to hit the dog, a group of chinese sec one's said, "hey, got two malays throw stone at it leh." I turned around and saw them run out from behind a pillar to pick another stone, probably to hit it again. One of them did just that.
I couldn't take it anymore.
"Jangan kacau lar!" I yelled. Everyone just focused their eyes on me for a second, and without a fucking care I glared and asked "did the dog do anything to you? Did you have to do that? What for? Fun har? If the dog was to retaliate you'd run like a fucking sissy?" I didn't care what others were thinking, what they did.. was so fucking wrong. One of them jsut mustered up enough courage to say "he do one." Of course, that was just the wrong thing to say. "Fucking liar. You think he's the only one who did it? Of course you were involved. Even if you aren't, can't you even be smart enough to stop him? Fuckface. The dog's dieing already and all you can do is fucking throw stones? Cheebye, next tme you want to die can I stone you to death? Leave the dog in peace to die also cannot. Your fucking finger so itchy need to throw stone to entertain yourself?"
Why do I always end up cursing in public. -.- Where's someone when I need them to stop me, lol.
Of course, that last rock that he threw hit the dog, and she ran off.. knowing that staying won't get her peace in her probable death.
I was thinking why I blew my temper - again. Was it because I just thought what I did was right? Or was I being naive? *takes a look at self* The latter. *sigh* I seriously don't know. All I remember was just trying to get up to them and hit them hard for trying to disturb an already old and dieing dog.
I don't think of what I do when angry. I don't fear anything when angered, not them, not you, and definitely not Death, either.
anyhow whacked by gloria @ 2:18 pm