Bully, Childhood Nightmare

Ever thought about someone being bullied on their entire childhood? Let us share the biggest slice of one of our member's childhood: being bullied. It all started when I was in standard 1. Since the first day of school, my peers love to bully me. They LOVE to bully me. As a low self-esteem kid, I will always be targeted for bullying. Easier said like this: I am a bully-material.

My peers will always ask for my pocket money. Every single day, I can never join the "cool" kids having their lunch, because the "cool" kids' lunch was sponsored by me. If i forgot to bring any food from home, I will stay in class and study alone.

I remember during art class, where we got to paint on a piece of big canvas. It turns out that my school attire is also categorized as a big canvas to paint on. My classmates will paint my clothes whenever they have the chance. They will only stop if i start to cry and call for the teacher.

During my standard school years, I am the class' homework-doer. My classmates will queue in front of me and pass their homework to me. Every day, my homework will be quadrupled because i will have to do the extra 3 copies for my classmates. This nightmare stopped when the teacher notices in the resemblance of the handwriting.

This is only a small fraction of my bully experience. I end my story here. Thank you.

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Ever wonder the story from the opposite side? In every bully stories, there's always the ones who get bullied, and the bully. We will now share what it feels like bullying someone. This story is from one of our member's childhood memories.

When I was in standard 3 I always follow my classmates to bully the juniors. It feels great at that time because it can make my day happy. The most unforgotten bully that my friend and I did was ask the kid to gently blow a well lit light bulb until it turns off. I enjoyed watching him crying and blowing the light bulb for a solid 2 hours. He begged to us to make him stop when he started to pee in his pants. Oh my god that was funny.

Next, when I was in standard 5 during Morning Assembly,  I poured a bottle of Axe Brand Oil at one of my friend's back. He started to sweat because of the pain inflicted to him. Right after the Morning Assembly, he runs to the toilet to wash his back. I then sprinkled some extra Axe Brand Oil on his armpit to add the extra burn. He cried for help and went home because he can't handle the pain. This was the best memory that I have in mind.

I will end my story here because it is too harsh to tell. All and all, we all have changed to a better person. Let us together help the country by being a better person. :)