bully free week

huh? a bully free week starting next monday?

do we really need such event locally?

*think back about secondary days*

on 2nd thought, perhaps we ought to have one...

there's this classmate who's a bit pump and claimed that he's a taekwondo dont know what belt. being the asshole my clique was is, we some of us tend to pick on him a lot.

during the class chairman selection, when the form teacher asked for nominations, we arrowed him to be one (well, it's a thankless job). the rest of the classmates followed and he won all the votes (or the majority). the form teacher, sensing something was wrong, voided the election and elected one of us (who was absent on that day) as the chairman instead.

what happen to democracy? till this day, my friend, the chairman, still think that we sold him out...

the above was just a reminiscence, the true bullying is as followed...

we had a room by ourselves at one isolated corner of the school, too many students, not enough classes.

being isolated was good, we did a lot of stupid stuffs.

anyway, during a particular recess, quite a number of guys choose to stay back instead of going down to the canteen.

i dont know how it started but we started stripping a guy (not the same one above). each of his limb was held down by someone and after much struggling, he gave up. pretty much like a fish being fished out of water. with his strength exhausted, stripping him to his underwear was of little effort.

a sadistic classmate wielded the cane (dont ask me why a cane was present in the classroom) and pretended canning him while shouting "bakerou" (or something similar, it's a jap term).

at the end, the poor guy was sitting on the floor, holding his legs close to his torso. pretty much like how a female model will posed in nude without revealing too much, although one could still see his yellow underwear.

the scene was priceless unless you are the poor guy himself.

the bell rang, signalling the end of recess. people started going back to the classroom, including our female classmates.

you know what we did?

we threw his clothes outside on the common corridor, hung on the railings.

i did not held him down and did not take part in the stripping...

but i was part of the audience and i guess that made me one of the accomplices as well.

i hope we did not inflict any irreversible psychological damage.

sorry.