Dear Kuya Mokong,
When I was a kid (and a very very very small kid at that), I was always the victim of a bully or a group of bullies.
Back in kindergarten, I used to live in an apartment in Makati. We lived on the second floor while a gay teenage neighbor lived downstairs. This gay teen would always cajole me to talk to "her" by offering me food and goodies. Since I was matakaw, I was easily cajoled. This bading then would pull my hair, slap me, and pinch my arms and my legs leaving a lot of bruises. "She" would then threaten me not to tell anyone or else, "she" wouldn't give me any goodies anymore. Because I was too naive (naiiva!) and was always a slave to my stomach, I endured the abuse. My Mom would always ask me why I was black and blue all over. I would just say that I played hide and seek, tumbang preso, piko, etc. with the other neighborhood kids and that I was always lampa.
Then one time, I thought of getting back at this bading. "She" almost cornered me while I was on my way home but I ran as fast as I could and slammed the door of our house. There was a hole on our door and "she" peeped. I figured that the hole was my salvation. Next thing, "she" knew, there was SPIT all over the "her" face! He-he-he. Sumbong siya sa Nanay niya ... at sa Mommy ko!
Nagwagi,
arnivorous
