Delaqroux Inc Updates!
I still have a few posts left unposted around in the draft section. Maybe i'll post it up one of these days. But yeah,
There's always this constancy that, when Darkie havent post for a long time and suddenly he did and it was long one, he's either high, emo or most importantly; very, very, very pissed with something. This is another good example of that
case. Expect vulagrities, racism, swearings and a hell lot of materials that you may disagree or you find offensive. If you still complaining after reading my warning up there, then here's something simple to reply to you: "F* OFF"
So how was the first SBE like?
Yeah, i'll be telling you what happened in just a few moment. But most of it will slightly be racist (if you wan2 put it in that way) so yep, here it is.
First of all, the school was nice. My previous school's blocks arrangement was all in a mess so i never actually had the experience of studying in a school where the compounds are connected and arranged in such way that you can still travel from blocks to blocks without having to go all the way to ground floor and travel by the pathway. Apart to that, studying in a primary school that was nearly 15 years old and in secondary school that aged as far as 50 years old, SMK Section 4 Kota Damansara seems spanking new. Obviously something to be expected out of a four years old school.
In any case, here we arrive to the main section! Meet the Fourians!
yeah, fourians.. stands for SMK S4-ians i think... yep.
First of all, there's the usual dominating barbaric malay male students group which makes a whole lot of noise with random shoutings, hell lot of swearings and major disobedience towards everything and everyone. THere's a group of shy chinese performers on whom we approach to ask on what are they performing and they ended up freaked out and fled away, and there's bunch of chinese guys and indian girls who just watched us pass by without any comments. Well, truth to tell, i was expecting Shen-Ann to get a hell lot of attention when she got to the school. But, i was wrong. Note that such statement of expectation being rhetorically answered with an "i was wrong" will bring up the next question of "who then?". Well, in this case, the answer to that shall be Reva and thus, we arrive to our actual main section.
Meet the Indian guys...
Yep, loud, despo for attention, loud, sits in a group of their own of tamil speakers, loud, and just a lil too overdose of desperation to attract passing by girls... and yeah, loudly. Well, for an ethnocentric indian or an indian who are
not all that, you might say, "we aint like that". And for those who lived and grew up surrounded by indian community might end up asking "aint that normal?" In this case, i shall have no say for the first point. However, i would like to differ for the second.
Have you ever met and indian guy that, literally, squawks? No, SERIOUSLY, they squawked!
At first, they are Indian students with all these despo attempt to attract Reva's attention. In the beginning, i thought it's tolerable. But as the day goes on, the desperation becomes a lil too haywire. Putting the point of squawking indian guy aside first, there's the Raptor Indian guy. Remember those scenes inside Jurassic Park where the guy is looking into a cage and a velociraptor from inside just sprung towards the guy, hitting the cage bars in the process and roared? Well, an indian guy did that despite he is actually having a class inside the room. We were passing by the Self Accessment Learning room and literally, an indian raptor guy did that.
So, yeah, wtf...
After so much more despo attempts, we decided to try out some reverse psychology. Instead of walking away and ignoring them, what if we acknowledge them? Perhaps, start a friendly conversation or just smiled at them. Probability of that
solution will work to lower down their despo level might be around zero to negative zero point one. But we thought it was worth the shot. So here's what happened.
Indian Guy: **speaks something in Tamil with loud voice to attract Reva**
Me: Try la if you want. Just try asking them where the library is.
Reva: **turns to indian guy** Um.. mana library ye?
Indian Guy: **talks loud Tamil to friends**
Indian Guy: **looks back at Reva**
Indian Guy: **still in a loud voice**
Indian Guy: Tingkat 3, naik, belok kiri... SQUAWKK!!!!
So, yeah! We were like "WTF??"
Indian Guy: Cikgu baru ke?
Reva: No.. thanks ya?
Indian Guy: SQUAWK!SQUAWK!SQUAWK!SQUAWK!SQUAWK!SQUAWK!
**All of us escaped in a hurry**
Indian Guy: **from the distance** SQUAWK!SQUAWK!SQUAWK! **and yeah, it continues**
So, seriously, people; WTF??!!
I kinda pity Reva. I mean, of course, one or two flirty attempts to get your attention is tolerable. But the whole day of SBE Programme? I was starting to get pissed off myself too. We cant go anywhere around the school with Indian assholes whistling, screaming, singing something in Tamil which sounds like twisted intestines' farts coming through their mouth, and yelling something in Tamil towards Reva. At one point of time, i feel like just blurting out to the PK HEM on asking him "why is all Indian guys in his school are such assholes?" Still keeping this to myself, i even feel like asking Madam Prema to change us to another school. But then again, we might just end up with another squawking fucking indian raptor guy instead. Sigh... Assholes... Lee and Ann wasnt taking it seriously and so does Adam and Daryl.
But in a way, i seriously feel pissed with the Indian students in that school. Maybe what Ann said was right. I do grow up with my sisters and my mom so maybe i grow a lil too empathatic. Well, that's better than being 'friends' but stupid that you grow retardedly insenstive, i think =)
Anyways, apart from the Indian assholes around, we did enjoy the day. We didnt really observed any classes so far but the interviewing and the layout-observing was okay. lolz. At one point, i kinda feel relieved when, after all those Indian guys screaming at Reva, she still end out saying that she preffered having SBE than mass lectures. Oh well..
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