Its been one week since the school starts operating. As usual, the damned Form 1 critters suffered through their first week in this prison. The hustle and bustle of first-week-must-do stuff had come to an end, Saturday.

The school is still the same, except our class. 6S1 was not anything like 5s1 or 4s1. Clans formed right from the first day, the atmosphere was tense, as if Russians and Americans were stuffed into a tight room. To hell with that, 6S1 will never be united. The very air invites and invokes BATTLE.

Maybe its just me, without Mun Ee's gang and June's gang, there is no more glue to stick the clans together. Personally, I feel the call of blood everyday. 6S5 is just around the corner, damned people passes our class each day. Maybe its the ageing process, I lost the impulse to fight again, or maybe it was 5S1 that helped me change, I don't know.

Returned to former 5S1 class today, everything was still the same. Dust patterns, spiders flattened spiders, windows, aircon. The scenery is there, but the poeple are no longer there. Darkness gives memories a chance to form images, and so there I sat, thinking, until the worker chased me away, thats it.

My painkillers are all gone. Damned if I will buy another bottle of that poison. Dosage getting higher and higher, sedatives getting worser and worser, what the hell, I can take the pain without these drugs, after all, its only once a day.

If anyone is interested in knowing what the pain feels like, um, its like a thousand knives twisting around in the chest, slicing and stabbing, for 1-3 minutes depending on luck, and the inability to breathe or talk, eyes rolling back.

Enough for today, looking forward for a nice last year of CH, regards to all those outside.
P/S: Learn the scissors method for protection, class starts from 9th january, lol

Ardelus Nightmare-Bearer