Thursday, May 20, 2010

A not-so-perfect Multi-colored M&M story

“A not-so-perfect Multi-colored M&M story”
by Gemmie Valle

Seventeen years has past, a little girl was born. She was the first child in both sides of which she was from.

But then there was still something missing, a dad who’ll treat her as his only darling. The little girl was fond of kiddie stories and only spoke words in English, not until she reached Elementary. Time ran so fast, and the girl who loved fantasies seemed to have written her own life story. Puppy loves, petty fights, fairytales of her own delight – all of these has took away her fright, to the world that was somehow strange to her sight.

Many people have crossed her way. Some came and made her happy, but some came to her dismay. She made new friends, explored new places, and learned new stuffs. No matter how difficult life was, she never really stops. Belonged to the top students in her graduation, grounded she remained. Very grateful she was, for never has she failed. Happiness she felt and to God above she prayed, “Thank you so much Lord, I’m one of those You made”.

And just after some time, a new level has begun. The grand High School stairwell is where she stepped upon. Knowledge is her armor, yet perseverance is her sword. And above all the trials, she never forgot the Lord. A lot of first times happened since a new stage taken place. So many transformations were reflected on her face. The little girl who often wants to play, grew up with dreams in mind and went glad along the way.

Secondary education taught her a lot in four years. Sleepless nights and school works has developed her skills. She also learned to conquer some of her greatest fears in life. High School life, she said, was indeed worth the strife.

Then the time has come for the four years journey to end. Expressions of gratitude she made to people with whom those four years were spent. Unstoppable tears and woes were heard around the place. On every one’s faces, courage and a pinch of hurt can be traced.Even if cries and good-byes have been said to old friends, these didn’t mean that happiness has really came to an end.New people have come to her life after some time. She entered college, and everything turned out fine.

What a wonderful chance, for an excellent school girl she’s become. She thanked God so much, for the great blessing she has. Topping the class and having good grades, through these simple ways, thanking God she has made.

Now she looks forward to excel in her studies, for she dreams to improve the lifestyle of her family. She aims today that someday she would graduate, with flying colors and enter success’ gate.

And all of these, is my multi-colored M&M life story. A sweet sugar-coated life for Gemmie.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Anim na pisong simangot =(

Naisipan kong isulat ang blog na ito sa wikang Filipino. Ito ang akmang gamitin upang mailabas ko ang saloobin ko tungkol sa isang Pilipinong-Pilipinong gawi sa araw-araw na pamumuhay. At dahil Pinoy ako (kung saan proud ako), may pakialam ako sa bawat nagaganap sa aking kapaligiran. At kung minsan, may mga bagay-bagay na sadyang tumatatak sa ating isipan. Naaapektuhan ako. Bakit? Sisimulan kong magkwento...

Halos araw-araw akong sumasakay sa sasakyang "originally from the Philippines"... Ano ito? Siyempre, ang walang kupas na Jeepney, o for short e JEEP. 'Di ko masasabing araw-araw, 'pagkat kung minsan ay naglalakad na lamang ako papuntang eskwelahan. 'Yun nga lang, sa mga panahong ito kung saan halos araw-araw na naitatalang "Hottest Day" dahil sa pataas nang pataas ang temperatura, wala 'kong choice kundi ang mag-jeep araw-araw. Hayy! Nakakapawis, 'di ba? Pero anyway, katulad nga ng sabi ko, walang kupas ang Jeep. Karamay na nating mga Pilipino, umaraw man o umulan. Syempre, nariyan din ang walang kupas na si Manong Jeepney Driver. Kapag walang barker (yung taong taga-tawag ng pasahero), siya na mismo ang mauulinigan mong sumisigaw ng Ah-tara-tara.. aalis na... Oh di ba? Kung Pinoy ka, mage-gets mo ang karaniwang tono ng mga salitang 'yon. Nakabisado ko na nga ang mga sinasabi nila sa paulit-ulit na rutang kanilang tinatahak sa araw-araw. Nakakatuwa kung iisipin. Iyon ay tatak ng kanilang kasipagan at pagpupursige upang mamuhay sa marangal na paraan. Todo smile pa nga si Manong para lamang makaakit ng mga pasahero at bumiyahe na sa kanyang ruta.Ngunit sa kabilang banda, may isang anggulo akong napansin na 'di ko ikinatuwa. Kinukulagan ako. Naiinis. Naiirita kung minsan. Gusto kong sumabog sa nagngingitngit kong pagtutol sa mga kapwa ko pasahero na sumisimangot, umiirap at nagtataray kapag ipinaabot mo na ang bayad mo. Sa isang tulad kong nais na hangga't maaari'y huwag makaabala ng ibang tao, nagpapasalamat ako sa tuwing may malugod na nag-aabot ng aking anim na pisong bayad. Baryang aking inilaan na pambayad sa pag-ikot ng manibela at pagbuga ng usok ng tambutso ng jeep patungo sa aking eskwelahan. Ngunit katawa-tawang isipin, o kung minsa'y nakakairita, na may iba pang gamit ang anim na pisong aking iniabot. Ito'y nakabibili rin pala ng simangot. Akalain mong sa loob ng jeep kung saan halos sardinas na ang mga tao, may ilang naiinis kapag nagpaabot ka ng bayad. Isang kunot sa noo, "tsk" na sinahugan pa ng pag-irap. Para sa'kin, natural na lamang ang magpaabot ng bayad lalo na kung puno ang jeep. Sino ba namang magtatangkang tumayo pa at solong lumapit sa drayber para lamang iabot ang bayad habang ang iba'y nagsisiksikang nakaupo? 'DI ba't mas malaking abala 'yun? Ewan ko ba kung bakit 'di 'yun maisip ng mga taong naiinis sa tuwing magpapaabot ang mga kapwa pasahero ng kanilang bayad. Aba, 'di naman 'ata tama 'yun. Eh, kung 'di mo tanggap ang pangkaraniwang pag-aabot ng bayad sa jeep, bakit 'di ka nalang bumili ng sarili mong "OWNER"? Oh, edi 'di ka na maaabala? Hayy naku, talaga nga naman oh!

'Di naman sa nagpapaka-critic ako. 'Yun lang naman ang aking napapansin, at nababahala ako dahil dito. Hindi kasi magandang tingnan ang ganoong kaugalian ng ibang tao, lalo pa't trademark nating mga Pilipino ang JEEP. Anim na piso lamang ba ang halaga ng mga simangot, 11 lines sa noo at pagkainis sa kapwa? Hindi magandang pakinggan, 'di ba? Dapat itong baguhin habang hindi pa huli ang lahat. At bilang mga kapwa-pasahero sa iba, marapatin nating magpasalamat sa mga taong nag-aabot ng ating bayad at sukli sa jeep, nang hindi ka mabigyan ng ANIM NA PISONG SIMANGOT.

May ngiti,
Gem ^^,