Black and white.
Today was just, super.
Spent the entire day with RL friends whom I dont get to see everyday since High School. Just me and them with lotsa cash, freedom from nine AM till one AM, doin stuff, laughin' to our heart's content, booze, poker, PS2, swimmin' and stuff. Ah damn, I love those guys.
Eh, never thought I'd actually somehow be attracted to them. I mean, seeing them topless, I can see them in a few years if they continue thier gym training, sports and such. They're kinda so-so now, but eh, the muscle's there and not very tight -yet-. But then, coming out to them may prove to be a challenge, really. I mean, straight homophobes?
But yeah, I'm not that attracted to them, I can still hold my boner off and such, kinda weird falling for someone you've known for so long as well, someone whose voice hasnt really changed over the years all the more. But then, eh, Nothing. I'm not attracted to them -that- way, they're my friends, we're tight and stuff, whatever does come.
I dont laugh as hard as I do when with them though. I do have college friends, work frieds but I never did manage to really lose myself in laughter at their jokes, antics and such. I guess, the brand of comedy I have is different from theirs, and the same with them.
But then, I cant stand being around those college friends for so long either, there's just something I feel that I cant mingle with them properly. I cant get close to them, probably cause of the difference in lifestyle, I'm a big city boy, they're kind small town folk, or something like that. I dont know.
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So yeah, before that, we went to another friend who had been hospitalized. Turns out, he was hazed. Gah man, this guy, we knew him in high school to have strong ideals about certain topics. Especially drugs, fraterneties all the like. He really seemed to be the least probable victim of such action, or vices. It's sad really, he almost died! They found him, beaten up, paralyzed from his hips down due to his leg and butt muscles getting brutally battered. The injuries caused his kidney to fail, his legs are a color of purple instead of the normal flesh. Now, he's got a fifty percent chance of life or death, I pray he makes it through everything, I pray that he realizes himself what he should be doing now...
He's still loyal to the fraternity after all that, after coming so close to death, I can only imagine the strain it may have had on his parents when they first found him. He wont talk, his lips are tightly sealed, probably expecting to be welcomed back by his brothers with open arms.
It's sad really, such a guy with strong mental capacity, almost snuffed cause he made the wrong descision of joining in.
And that frat, what's this? Mafia? He told us that if he squealed, he'd get killed. What the heck? But then again, it may be his fondness of the Mafia and their methods that may have gotten him there in the first place.
The violence, brutality, heartlessness, greed and injustice that happens in the Mafia, perfectly portrayed by the Fraternity. Even the wars, Gang wars....
If I were there by his side, in his school, maybe it wouldhave never had happened that way. I'd have stopped him early on, but as fate would have it... Eh.
But there -is- one thing he mentioned that really cracked me up.
"I joined cause I want to unite the fraterneties."
What? How the heck can he do that? He's just a newbie! I mean, not even blood related to the "BOSS" himself. You know how these organizations work, the blood relative of the "BOSS" takes over after the "BOSS" is gone, giving no hope for him to become "BOSS" one day.
What's worse is, he talks to his parents as if to threaten, pointing his finger at his father and saying "I heard that.". What the heck, Who are you? You're not him anymore! But you're still him, by the way you move, your strong ideals about an object, only distorted now...
Sad.
Spent the entire day with RL friends whom I dont get to see everyday since High School. Just me and them with lotsa cash, freedom from nine AM till one AM, doin stuff, laughin' to our heart's content, booze, poker, PS2, swimmin' and stuff. Ah damn, I love those guys.
Eh, never thought I'd actually somehow be attracted to them. I mean, seeing them topless, I can see them in a few years if they continue thier gym training, sports and such. They're kinda so-so now, but eh, the muscle's there and not very tight -yet-. But then, coming out to them may prove to be a challenge, really. I mean, straight homophobes?
But yeah, I'm not that attracted to them, I can still hold my boner off and such, kinda weird falling for someone you've known for so long as well, someone whose voice hasnt really changed over the years all the more. But then, eh, Nothing. I'm not attracted to them -that- way, they're my friends, we're tight and stuff, whatever does come.
I dont laugh as hard as I do when with them though. I do have college friends, work frieds but I never did manage to really lose myself in laughter at their jokes, antics and such. I guess, the brand of comedy I have is different from theirs, and the same with them.
But then, I cant stand being around those college friends for so long either, there's just something I feel that I cant mingle with them properly. I cant get close to them, probably cause of the difference in lifestyle, I'm a big city boy, they're kind small town folk, or something like that. I dont know.
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So yeah, before that, we went to another friend who had been hospitalized. Turns out, he was hazed. Gah man, this guy, we knew him in high school to have strong ideals about certain topics. Especially drugs, fraterneties all the like. He really seemed to be the least probable victim of such action, or vices. It's sad really, he almost died! They found him, beaten up, paralyzed from his hips down due to his leg and butt muscles getting brutally battered. The injuries caused his kidney to fail, his legs are a color of purple instead of the normal flesh. Now, he's got a fifty percent chance of life or death, I pray he makes it through everything, I pray that he realizes himself what he should be doing now...
He's still loyal to the fraternity after all that, after coming so close to death, I can only imagine the strain it may have had on his parents when they first found him. He wont talk, his lips are tightly sealed, probably expecting to be welcomed back by his brothers with open arms.
It's sad really, such a guy with strong mental capacity, almost snuffed cause he made the wrong descision of joining in.
And that frat, what's this? Mafia? He told us that if he squealed, he'd get killed. What the heck? But then again, it may be his fondness of the Mafia and their methods that may have gotten him there in the first place.
The violence, brutality, heartlessness, greed and injustice that happens in the Mafia, perfectly portrayed by the Fraternity. Even the wars, Gang wars....
If I were there by his side, in his school, maybe it wouldhave never had happened that way. I'd have stopped him early on, but as fate would have it... Eh.
But there -is- one thing he mentioned that really cracked me up.
"I joined cause I want to unite the fraterneties."
What? How the heck can he do that? He's just a newbie! I mean, not even blood related to the "BOSS" himself. You know how these organizations work, the blood relative of the "BOSS" takes over after the "BOSS" is gone, giving no hope for him to become "BOSS" one day.
What's worse is, he talks to his parents as if to threaten, pointing his finger at his father and saying "I heard that.". What the heck, Who are you? You're not him anymore! But you're still him, by the way you move, your strong ideals about an object, only distorted now...
Sad.