The first time I got hit so bad was when I was around 3 years old. There was this large grease/oil drum beside the area where we hang our clothes (clothesline/sampayan) and I who didn't know any better played with the [i]langis[/i] (oil) and used a [i]walis tingting[/i] to mix it like it was paint and then splashing it in front of me like it was some magic wand. After a while I got tired and went to play inside the house. I heard my mom screaming her lungs out outside like she was asking why there were grease spots on to the white bus seat covers. OMG. I didn't realize I was also splashing oil behind me. I could hear my name, the maids were like "We saw gsl playing with over there earlier." [i]Uh-oh.[/i] Next thing I remember, my mom entered the house like some kind of [i]mangkukulam[/i] and hit me with a belt on my hands. I cried so hard she got guilty and put ointment on my hands hahahaha.