A rugby boy touched my side through the bars at the canteen last year.
Yesterday another rugby boy tugged at Gwen’s pants with a metal wire. And he had the audacity to try again, he slipped his arm two more times so I decided to put and end to it and jumped and slammed my foot against his hand. Only managed to hit him during that first time. Then he spat through the bars twice; the first time through the lower half and the second time he climbed the wall just to spit overhead. We got hit. Never eating there again.
Now I find myself agreeing with that girl who ranted about how the street kids should be kept out. They need to be placed in some correctional facility and be rehabilitated.
Gipasagdan nalang unta? Gipasagdan ra baya jud at first. Unya kay ni utro man. So pasagdan nalang nga naay mag bira-bira or manghikap sa imo through the bars while you’re eating your lunch in peace? No way. Sayon ra magpaka as-if buutan kay dili man kamo ang naka experience. Kamo kahay ma ingun ato and mag epal and pakitang-tao dayun ko about morals and maturity?
The silent treatment or “pasagdi nalang” method only works when the other person is in the right mind and isn’t drugged. Let’s say your father is high on something and decided to butcher your family, pasagdan nalang nimo kay mature ka? Mu undang kaha na siya ana imong kalaki?
Kamo ra’y pagpaka-matryr diha.