Thursday, February 17, 2005

How To Deal With Homorassment

The following story is from my friend, Marlon.

This happened years ago when he was still staying in Cubao. One night walking home, he passed by a little mendicant girl who, upon noticing his sashaying, started harassing him: “Bakla, bakla!” At first he didn’t mind it because, heck, patulan ba ang bagets? But then the little girl started to run after him, her taunting getting louder: “Bakla! Bakla! BAKLA!”

Finally Marlon had enough. He slowed down a bit just so that the girl could catch up. When she was almost directly behind him, he suddenly turned around, bent down, pointed a finger almost at the girl’s nose and hissed quietly but emphatically at her:

“Eh kung kantutin kaya kita?!”

The poor girl scampered away, eyes wide with fright.

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In fairness to Phlog, their updated look is a lot snazzier. I only have one new picture, though. I must go out-of-town again one of these days.