The Happy Bar was my hangout on RandR in Olongapo! I've seen so many of these bands, they crack me up everytime...my favorite cover song was Feeling...only they sang it..Peeling....noting else but Peeling...trying to porget you, peeling from my heart!
Ah Ah the good old days....I forgot about the Happy Bar but I'll never be able to erase Jolo's from my mind. And that's not particularly a good thing....
Back on track...bullying sucks..next time they should let a girl sucker punch the bully..girls never get in trouble and she's probably not on the football team
What's even more pathetic, is that he couldn't even connect on his punches to the blind kid. I wonder what triggered that whole thing off.
(Just finished a post, realized it may be tldr..cliff notes..I'm an asshole.) I got bullied by older kids when I was in elementary school even though I was as big as most of them. I just hadn't gone through puberty yet. The first week of 9th grade I had just turned 13 and had changed during the summer. I should mention we were quite poor for our community. Anyway, I was sitting on the bus to go home and I smelled something burning. I looked down behind me and saw an 11th grader burning the cuff of my new jeans with a lighter. In less than a second I had him by the throat and half way over his seat almost in the seat behind him. I remember screaming at him that they were new jeans and we were poor and I would kill him next time. I would have choked him to death if nobody was there, I'm almost sure of it. That was the last time anyone ever picked on me. The problem is this...... I became a worse bully. Realizing you could hurt everyone in your school is an awful thing. It's also very tempting. Nobody could tell me what to do. I'd have been expelled in an instant today. One particular thing I did I'll never forget. There was an even poorer kid who smelled so so so bad. He rode my bus and usually sat in front. One day he sat in the seat in front of me. He just smelled so bad I told him he had to move. He wouldn't. I told him I'd bash his head off the bus window if he didn't move. He said it wouldn't hurt. I said if it won't hurt from one shot it shouldn't hurt from 50 and I bounced his head off the window frame at least 10 times. He started crying and wobbled up front. How the fuck I didn't get in trouble is beyond me. So yeah, I was a real piece of shit. I wish I could go back and relive high school. Oh well, I try to be good now. So, I hope the bully in this video turns it around. I did, but I'll always have regrets.
That's an amazing story dude..thanks for sharing it. Bullying happened in my youth culture too...bullying sucks. Where I grew up you learned to fight, no choice. By the time you graduated high school you'd probably fought every guy on your bus route some more than once
I completely disagree. In my line of work you have to have very thick skin as well. I'm a referee. These stripes might as well be a bullseye. You're probably not surprised at some of the insults that are hurled at us by people who have absolutely no clue. Being bullied at an early age only makes me want to go smash the person's face.
I spent my first 18 years in total Catholic immersion. From 1st through 8th grades we wore uniforms. We lived right smack dab next to a public grade school. The Catholic school was 6 blocks away and wet or dry, cold or hot, we walked there every day. I cannot begin to tell you the numbers of fights, rock wars, and other forms of harassment and bullying my brothers and friends had to deal with all those years all because we were "dirty Catholics". Worse would be the insults supposed adults would holler at us, as they drove past. We were just very young kids who didn't "get" it, yet it hurt. We had done nothing wrong. Our parents (and/or the nuns) would have kicked our asses up and down if we ever acted in such a manner towards the public school kids (or any other kids). The crap didn't happen every day but it happened often enough. All because I wore a stupid uniform that represented something they knew nothing about and were scared of. To this day, there is nothing I hate more than a bully, but I also pity them as ignorant fools. What a way for them to have to live their lives. That said, it was very satisfying to see that punk learn a lesson. Maybe his life will begin to improve....
First off, lifetime stories are never tldr. The more details the better. Second, I have a story that is eerily similar. However I never became a bully. I was a freshman at Jefferson High School. I grew up poor too. We were in shop class and the teacher was a real pushover. There were several kids in that class that just goofed off the entire time. They would always talk shit about my clothes and shoes because they were not name brand. Even though I was on the football team I was one of the smallest kids in school. I never did anything or said anything to them about consistently making fun of my clothes. It was first period so I skipped this class regularly. I must've skipped a month of that class. The teacher saw me one day and cornered me about my attendance. I told him why I had been skipping class. I'll never forget Mr. Clausen... He told me they would continue to treat me that way until stood up for myself. So, I came to class the next day. I had a super high top fade Kid-N-Play box haircut. That very day one of them sat behind me and this muthafucka burned my hair with a lighter!! Realizing that this was actually happening, I turned around while crying and just began punching his face over and over again without stopping. It was Mr. Clausen who had to pull me off of that motherfucker! Even then I must've hit him at least 10x. His face was lumped! I'm sure he let me get a few in before he broke it up. I never got in trouble and the other kid was suspended. Mr. Clausen let me do extra credit so I could pass that class because of all the time I missed.
