From 1991-present

1991 - I was born

1995 - At the age of 3, I attended pre-school at Mother Goose

1996 - At the age of 4, I started school at Xavier School

1997 - During my Prep year, the bullying had started about me being fat.

1998 - I started Grade 1 had different classmates and met one of my closest friends, Marc

1999 - Grade 2, I had the same classmates save for a bully who was added to the list. This was the same bully from prep

2000 - My dad had left for the US

2000 - I had started to be bullied that I was gay. Especially when I was chosen to portray the role of a girl in our play

2000 - My cousin started bullying me because I like to play with Barbie dolls.

2001 - The bullying had died down a bit. I got to meet one of my former closest friend, Tennyson

2002 - The bullying had started again. This time it was getting much worse, people from other class whom I didn't know had joined in

2003 - I shrug off every word that everyone says about me thinking that isn't true

2004 - I had come to the realization that I am what I am, and that people don't have a right to judge me for that. How I wish I still had this fighting spirit

2005 - I entered Xavier High School. There were still bullies, but my saving grace was the subject Filipino. It was the love of my high school life. 

2006 - I took summer classes for the first time in my whole life. The invulnerability that I thought I had did not work well for me. 

2006 - I joined Para Kay Kiko. A summer program that teaches public school students basic high school knowledge. This was where I shone the brightest. This was, for me, the best place I could be. I was a teacher, a mentor, a kuya..

2006 - I was classmates with one of my worst bullies who carries 3/4 of my name; Sean Patrick Tan So.

2006 - I had a fight with Tennyson, I did not know what it was about but after 2 years, I finally find realize  why

2006 - I stormed out of our classroom when I had seen the letters B and O in a thick font on the chalkboard. I threw my 5 inch thick biology book at the person who had written it and stormed out.

2007 - I received the bad news that I was going to be retained.

2007 - I went inside my classroom which was full of people unknown to me save for one. I acted tough thinking that I should try to intimidate these people. It didn't work..

2008 - The bullying about me being gay had started all over again. This time it was MUCH WORSE. On top of that, my classmates would often tease me that I smell bad

2008 - My Social Science teacher bullied me. He would often bring an air freshener with him and spray it in my direction. He even got a plastic of charcoal and orange peel which he placed under my chair

2008 - My multiply account was flooded with comment on how gay I was and how I should just drop out of school and kill myself

2008 - I told my teacher what had happened and her solution was to place me in the middle of the room and surround me with the same people who treated me like dirt

2008 - I hid in the bathroom for three consecutive periods, crying... 

2009 - I suffered for months with the same group of bullies in my class

2009 - We had a retreat wherein my bullies apologized to me

2009 - I honestly thought that there was hope for me against these bullies...

2010 - There wasn't..

and now, I'm in college. I'm in a place where social distinctions do not exist.. or rather, are not expressed outwardly. 

My disposition when meeting someone is new is somewhat judging. I am very, as they say, masungit when you see me for the first time. That is because I have learned to not make friends. If you want to make friends with me, that'll be fine but you can never expect me to be the first to make the move. 

But even then, I judge the people who I would think are bullies. I am very cautious of people like this because I have a feeling that once I get to know them better... I get to know them bettter as people who would bully me. 

That is what I learned from high school... to learn that no one has pure intentions towards you.. that at some point, people will disappoint you. What matters is that when they disappoint you, you have no attachment towards them anymore... that you will feel nothing about it..