February 22nd, 2005
L'isola (The island) #2 part 1
By the next few weeks, i see a lot of newcomers in this guardian place. Figures... the riotings in Indonesia made Singapore the spot of refugee for many chinese Indonesians. The news stated that about 1 million refugees have left Indonesia and riotings are stil going on in big cities
"Serve you right, Indonesia." I said it coldly as i heard the news in the radio.
Everybody turned to me, took a glance, then went back to their own business. Nevertheless, I do not know why, but i started to hate Indonesia. It reminds me of the land of hatred, discrimination, and poverty. A land where I grew up with agony. A land where I did not enjoy living. A hopeless land.............
"Anderson! Stop dreaming!" My sister was shouting at me. "there's another newcomer today. Go to the front guest room to welcome him. All of us must be there."
As soon as I arrived there, that newcomer was already sitting on the table. He sat down rather far away from me, 2 tables away, from my right. His name is Marven (note that i keep forgetting to say that i modify all names to provide privacy. All names stated in this whole series are substitutes). He looks tall, thin, skinny, and... rather nerdy, quiet type. Doesnt look very brawny at all.
"Hi Marvin!" I saluted him.
"Hi" his expression was blank.
"Welcome to this place."
"thanks" there was no smile there, except a slight smirk.
(boy is he quiet one)
Thus far there have been a lot of people moving in here. There lots of kids, namely Danny, Fransisca, Nelly and Vivid. These kids seem around 7-12 years old. These kids.... are bunch of noisy sonofaguns. Cie was always mad at them for doing buncha junks.
"Serve you right, Indonesia." I said it coldly as i heard the news in the radio.
Everybody turned to me, took a glance, then went back to their own business. Nevertheless, I do not know why, but i started to hate Indonesia. It reminds me of the land of hatred, discrimination, and poverty. A land where I grew up with agony. A land where I did not enjoy living. A hopeless land.............
"Anderson! Stop dreaming!" My sister was shouting at me. "there's another newcomer today. Go to the front guest room to welcome him. All of us must be there."
As soon as I arrived there, that newcomer was already sitting on the table. He sat down rather far away from me, 2 tables away, from my right. His name is Marven (note that i keep forgetting to say that i modify all names to provide privacy. All names stated in this whole series are substitutes). He looks tall, thin, skinny, and... rather nerdy, quiet type. Doesnt look very brawny at all.
"Hi Marvin!" I saluted him.
"Hi" his expression was blank.
"Welcome to this place."
"thanks" there was no smile there, except a slight smirk.
(boy is he quiet one)
Thus far there have been a lot of people moving in here. There lots of kids, namely Danny, Fransisca, Nelly and Vivid. These kids seem around 7-12 years old. These kids.... are bunch of noisy sonofaguns. Cie was always mad at them for doing buncha junks.
Posted by endot at 06:46 AM | Scream for me!
