…….The World Without Boundaries

My Bully Story

Written By: jipp - Dec• 30•17

So bullying at school, or even at colleges and universities was one of the hottest topics this year. There were quiet a number of cases – students were tortured by their schoolmates, school kids got bullied and refused to go to school – some even involved deaths. There were cases when students committed suicide because they could no longer take it. Quite surprisingly most of their parents were not aware of the bullying until it was too late but I’m not gonna go any further on that. Not this time.

I might be one of the lucky ones who have never been quite bullied back in school. I did to certain extent get bullied but nothing serious. Bullied mentally perhaps – but never physically. I don’t remember any. Perhaps I was a tough kid, or I went to schools with well-behaved students which I don’t think was quite the case because I did hear about some other students getting bullied. Even when I went to one of the top boarding schools in the country bullying did happen. I was just lucky I never got targeted. May be because I happened to hang out with some of the tough kids at school so all the bullies couldn’t find their way near to me. Or perhaps I was one of the bullies.

Source: http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-a-bully.htm


But I remember when I enrolled at a boarding school in Keningau (my hometown in Sabah) where most of the students came from the far corners of the surrounding districts. And I was placed in a dorm with 5 other kids and they were all younger than I was. So being quite the senior at least by age since we were all in the same batch of students who had occupied the newly-opened hostel before others, I took full advantage of it by asking them to do things for me.

I’d ask them to wash my clothes, go and buy things from the canteen which was located high on the hill, carry my books, just to name a few. These kids brought their innocence with them from their remote villages so they didn’t really know how to say no to somebody who was obviously bullying them. But there was one particular kid who didn’t seem quite happy with the way I imposed tasks on them. He was beginning to show protest, bit by bit, until one day when he could no longer take it.

He kinda burst it out in front of everybody, telling me that his father had a black magic that can anytime turn my life into a misery, and that this daddy of his also had 7 gurus that ranked high in the black magic world in Indonesia. The people of the district that he came from were quite famous for practicing black magic back then so I could quite digest what he was saying.


But when he said that his whole body could turn BLUE when he got angry (probably much angrier that he already was, perhaps there was some level of angriness that he needed to reach to turn him blue LOL!) and that I did not want him to turn blue or ‘you’ll be so sorry you’ve ever messed with me’ as he described it, that was when Incredible Hulk flashed on in my mind. I knew right then that he was bullshitting so I jumped off my bed and kicked him and I kicked him real hard.

I don’t exactly remember what happened next but I do remember that he did not turn blue LOL. It would be a couple of months before I decided that hostel was not really for me so I sent a letter of apology to the chief warden (he helped me in even though my house was quite close to the school) and returned to my heading-home-after-school routine.

Fast forward to my uni years when I landed in KK for a semester break with a friend of mine. His parents came to pick us up at the airport and they took us to a rather exclusive restaurant in town. We ordered quite a spread of food and looking at the prices on the menu, I knew they were going to cost us a bomb. So when it was time to leave and we asked for the bill, one of the waiters came up and told us that the bill had already been taken care of. So we all went “huh??” almost simultaneously.

The smiling waiter pointed in the direction of the kitchen and we all turned to look. A young guy in a white uniform with a high toque on his head waved at us from behind the kitchen bar counter.


I didn’t immediately recognize him but his wide smile looked like something that I had seen somewhere in the past. And sure enough, when I walked over to him, it was him – the guy that I bullied back at school, the one who claimed he could turn blue when he got angry. I gave him a firm handshake, and he returned it with an even much firmer one. Perhaps, he was trying to send me a message through that exaggerated handshake. Perhaps he was saying without saying that he could have done something with the food. LOL.

But judging from our little conversation that day, it was quite obvious that he had long moved on. We both had moved on. I mean, that’s how we deal with life right? We move on from the past. Heh.

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When I First Started

Written By: jipp - Nov• 24•17

I was browsing through my old pictures – when I first started traveling – and it wasn’t anywhere nearby but England no less. I stayed overnight at a friend’s house in Surrey on my first night before heading off to Paris across the English channel on an Eurostar train the next morning.

That would be my very first time sharing a room with a bunch of total strangers. I remember how the room was advertised to have two bunk-beds intended to accommodate 4 persons. What was not mentioned was the fact that it was actually one of two adjoining rooms that shared the same entrance so the guests that stayed at the other room had to walk past our beds in order to go to their room.

And it had the smallest shared bath room which was actually the toilet itself. It was so small that I had to do a little of acrobatic moves when changing my clothes or even putting on my underwear. I remember one of the nights when I returned to the room when the light was already switched off. It wasn’t even 11pm, which was still quite early for a sleepless city like Paris, but I was met with a grunt from one of the girls who was already asleep.

“Why do you switch on the light?” I remember her asking, half-yelling. “How am I supposed to see in the dark? I can’t even see my bed” I shot back. I just had two mugs of beer earlier on so I was a bit tipsy. My mouth did not really stop there but saying a few more things before I managed to shut it up. I remember waking up the next morning and the girl had already packed off.

One of the reasons why I stayed at Aloha Hostel was the free breakfast it provided. I remember sharing a table with a professor from China who was in Paris to present a paper at one of the local universities and of course I had some doubt as to why a professor would stay at a budget hostel like Aloha Hostel.

I was there for 3 nights and I remember how the guy at the counter wouldn’t give my deposit back upon checking out because I couldn’t find the payment receipt. “But I’m sure it is all recorded in the system right? Isn’t it all in the computer?” I confronted him. I was quite pissed off but he wouldn’t budge. When I finally managed to find the receipt and he returned the deposit to me, I made sure I shook my head and gave him a disgusted look (of course I was so naïve back then. I would then find so many other hotels who wouldn’t give the deposit back to those who can’t bring forth the receipt).

Then later at the check-in counter at Paris Gare du Nord again I argued with the guy at the counter who insisted that I showed him my flight ticket out of Britain. I had actually put the ticket deep in my bag so having to rummage through my bag to get to that ticket was quite too much for me at that time since the line was moving fast.

I couldn’t help but questioning the necessity (again, I was so naïve back then. I didn’t know that Britain was trying very hard in dealing with an influx of immigrants who came in using a tourist visa but ended up overstaying). When he tried to explain I waved him off and said “whatever”. He wasn’t quite happy when I said that. “Whatever? I’m trying to explain to you” I remember him saying. “No thanks” I said as I dashed off towards the waiting train.

Remembering it all now, I don’t think I started off well as a traveler. I was so naïve, ignorant and I got easily annoyed. But of course as I traveled more I learned to be more tolerant to the situation that I found myself in although there were (and still are) still times when I failed quite miserably. But then there is no denying that traveling has really changed me a lot as a person. I mean, it’s a constant and probably continuous process but for sure it has changed me a lot. For the better. I think. LOL.

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