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Friday, April 25, 2014

Elementary & High School Reflections

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Thirty-One on the Thirty First

                                                    by: Ehssa



Traynta'y-uno sa Traynta'y-uno


Sa umaabot na adlaw sa natawhan
Dili ko katuo nga pagkatrenta masulayan
Ang mga tanang mga tawo nangandam
Piktyur piktyur dayun para sa instagram!

Akong kaadlawan sa traynta'y-uno
Ang ulahi nga numero sa kalendaryo
Yunik siya nga kumpleanyo
Kay ga handa man tanang mga tao.

Sigurado ko, daghang mag-atang
Kay ang bag-ong tuig nakatabang
Arun mutaas ang kasaulogan
Sa akong adlaw na natawhan.

Pagtungtong sa edad traynta'y-uno
Murag pareha ra man kaniadto
Walay kalahian sa balatian
Ang numero lang man ang may kausaban.

Dili lang nako huna-hunaon
Nga bana ko layo kaayo karon
Gatrabaho siya karong adlawa
Kay gasakripisyo siya para mani sa amoa.

Tresi na kaadlaw sa pagbantay
Diri sa balay sa iyang nanay ug tatay
Kay nagbantay man ko sa iyang nagsakit nga amahan
Kay sa karon mao may kinahanglan.

Kada adlaw akong natun-an
Naa gayud grasyang madawatan
Kung magsakripisyo ang tanan
Sa tama ug para sa kamaayo sa kalibutan.

Malipayon nako nga baskog
Kada Disyembre gasaulog
Magpasalamat sa Ginoo
Nga sa birtdi dili mapasmo!









Monday, December 30, 2013

Traynta Karung Adlawa, Ugma Mag Traynta-Uno Na!

                                             


                  Ang dili masabtan sa kadaghanan mahitungod sa kaadlawan ug ang dili nila masulti na kung traynta naka, mabati nimo baynte paka, ug kinse, ug katorse, ug onse, ug diyes, ug otso, ug singko, ug tres. Tapos makuratan nalang ka, pagbangon nimo, birtdi na diay nimo! Unya, mag traynta'y uno na pa gayud ka. Kahibalo naka na muabot ning higayuna, pero dili lang gyapun ka katuo. Ngano? Dili man gud nimo bation ang pagka traynta'y uno. Tapion nimo nga traynta gyapun ka. 

                 Pareha sa ubang mga adlaw makasulti ka ug dili mao, parti kana siya sa edad diyes. Ug duna poy mga adlaw nga gusto nimo muhigda tapad sa imong inahan  kay tungod nahadlok ka, parti kana nimo na mabati ang edad singko. Ug masking daku naka tapos gatiyabaw ka, parti kana sa edad tres, okey lang na oi. Kay mao mana akong ginaingon sa akong inahan pagsubo ug naguol siya, ihilak lang. Kay siguro mabati pud niya ang edad tres. 

                  Ang pag edad pareha ra pud  na sa singsing sa sibuyas, sama pud sa mga linya sa sulod sa lawas sa usa ka kahoy, diha nimo mailhan kung pila na ka tuig ang iyang  kinabuhi. Sama sa panit sa bitin, ang paghuslo ug upak sa iyang panit sa akong opinyon mao poy ilhanan sa numero sa iyang tuig na natawhan.

                 Dili nimo mabati ang pagka traynta'y uno. Dili dayun. Mulabay pa ang mga adlaw, semana, pwede pud bulan, bago nimo masulti nga trayntay uno na gyud ka. Ang akong ganahan ug damgohon na unta nasa diyes pako, kay tungod kadtong nasa elementarya pako niay tao nga skawt lider siya ni singgit, “Inday, imong hiklat galutaw lutaw!”. Wala koy nabuhat, dili ko katinggog. Makahibalo na unta ko musulti nga dili ko mo admeyt, kaysa naman magtak-om kanunay ug kataw-an atubangan sa tanan nakong klasmeyt. 

               “Ulan! Kusog kaayo. Niay hiklat galutaw lutaw. Ka kinsa mani?” ang skawt lider nagsulti sa singgit, tapos ako gahugas ug plato sa sulod sa balongbalong. “Dili na ako,” ang tanan girl skawt gatubag. “Kinahanglan naay mag-angkon ni ini kay kadaghang ba aning mga panti.” Skawt lider sige sulti sa tanan. Kakusog sa ulan, maduggog nako ang dalugdog ug ang pag-agas sa tubig. Pero maskig amoa to tanan, apil ako nga hiklat galutaw lutaw, dili gayud ko mu-angkon na ako. Dili ko mutubag, kay ako maghugas nalang. 

                Siguro kay sige ko nimo ginasugo, siguro kay dali rako nimo makita, siguro kay dali ra mahinumduman akong pangalan sa eskwelahan, tanan ako?. “Kay Inday gyud ning hiklat, kuha-a na ni, pagdali.” Ang skawt lider pirti nang suko-a. Pero maskig syagit na siya, nilingi ko kaniya, wala may mugawas nga gikan sa akong baba. Hangtud naka tubag ko, “dili na ako, dili, imo tingali...dili ako,” nakaingon ko sa gamay nako nga tingog. Siguro ako ng panti, kadtong bata pako? Kadtong edad dos pako? Ambot. Pero wala may nakadunggog sa akong gamay nga tinggog. 

              “Imo kana, Inday. Paghilum!” Ingon sa skawt lider. “Kinsa pamay lain, ikaw ramay  gakalat diri.” Kay tungod lider siya ug dako na, maestra pa gayud siya, siya ang tama ug ako ang mali. 

              Dili na ako, dili, dili, pero kining skawt lider sa mga babae nipahawa ug giingnan pako nga pagpadayun sa paghugas sa mga plato. Ingon siya huna hunaon daw nako nga ang paghugas, akong trabaho. Sila tanan gapasilong na sa klasrom, samtang ako gahilak sa tak-om. Gatan-aw ko sa mga hiklat, galutaw lutaw. Ambot, galisud akong buot. Nikalit lang man, nisakit akong dughan. Parti kini nako nga gahilak murag edad tres. 

             Hangtud nawala na ang akong kasub-anan ug ang ulan nawala na sa kadalanan, ang mga hikwat gatapok na sa kiliran. Gipangbangkwit na nako ang akong ubang gamit. Nagkuha ko ug estik ug akong  gipangtusok ang mga panti ug gilabay ngadto sa sulok. Dili na ako, dili, dili. Maoy akong nasulti sa hilom samtang akong mga mata ga piyong. Paghuman namo hipos sa tint, tanan skawt nanglimpyo ug nagtinabangay, adto ko sapa didto mga panti akong gipanglabay! Dili ni ako, dili. Dili. haha, ug ako nikatawa. 

             Karung adlawa, akong ugangan nipalit ug regalo nga buwak ug keso nga keyk. Simpol lang na selebrasyon para ugma dili ta magka alta presyon. Niay mga regalo pud gikan sa tanan apil akong bana nga mukanta ug “Happy birthday” sa akong adlaw na natawhan. Trenta ko karung adlawa, ugma magtraynta uno na, pwede pud baynte, ug kinse, ug katorse, ug onse, ug diyes, ug otso, ug singko, ug tres. Pero pwede pud ko mubalik sa panahon na akong edad diyes, arun maingnan na nako tong nagpahi-ubos nako atong skawting na  ayaw magsingka singka sa mga bata, hilabi na kung estoryahan ang panti. Kay ikaw dapat kahibaw, na ang bata pwede maulaw.  Ang dughan sa bata pwede masakitan sama nimo kung ikaw masingkahan. Palitan dayun nako akong sarili ug daghang lobo, mga isa ka libo arun ako maglupad lupad kauban ang mga panganod ug mga langgam nga gasunod-sunod. Pagmasingkahan ang bata ganahan mapalayo sa tanan ug mapalayo sa kalibutan, gunit gunit ang mga lobo ug mabati nga duol na siya sa balay sa Ginoo. 



             

  Works Cited

Cisneros, Sandra. Eleven.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

My Life in a Suitcase








                             I was twenty-one when I left my country to work abroad, I brought a fancy zebra-striped suitcase as heavy as stones. It was chubby full of my stuff, as if I was staying out-of-the-country for the rest of my life. The day before my flight, it was raining and I was excited that I fantasized being a traveler, for in a short narrow hallway of our house I dragged my suitcase behind me and practiced how to use its handle. I waddled along the hallway in between the kitchen and living room holding all my luggage as I carried it up through the two steps to my bedroom. While I was busy as a bee, my mother reminded me of bringing a winter jacket and explained that the country has a winter season. I was young and didn't know what else to prepare, I only cared about my new suitcase with lots of pockets: it looked strong, smelled like happiness and it sounded like joy. I was totally fascinated. 
 
                             Even though I was jumping for joy to leave, my heart was also mourning, for I will be bringing past family memories all together in a suitcase. As I kept adding things inside my suitcase, I realized I was also putting the clothes that my sister and I shared and noticed the blanket that my mother sewed for me. At that time my family was ready, my father and brothers alternately carried the suitcase to the van and to the airport. All of them touched my very own suitcase and left their hand prints on it. My suitcase was thankful for it was surrounded with supportive people and it was ready to embrace the changes this fast moving world will throw its way.
 
                            Finally, in a crowded area of Davao International Airport, I rushed into the bathroom adjacent to the departure area and surprisingly cried. My thoughts of missing my hometown and family was a storm, unexpected. I fixed my hair and wiped my tears and said that I needed to do this. I had to leave and work for my family, who back then never had experienced a better life. The difficult condition sent me to work far away carrying hope and determination to fulfill the dreams I had for them. I told myself I can do it. I am a Filipino. Thrall acknowledges, “Filipinos are determined to work abroad” (18). 
 
                               I was determined that I can make my family live a better life and help develop my country. Thrall argues that Filipinos get paid very low in the Philippines and the money they send home from working abroad helps the country's economy (18). 
 
                              On the journey over to Taiwan, I began to wonder what it would be like. I wondered how people would treat me. I felt strange to live and work in the house of my employer. I suddenly saw the seatbelt sign blinking and heard the pilot's loud voice reminding us to fasten our seat belts while experiencing turbulence. His voice was like music to my ears, I wondered if pilots are also DJ's. I joked to myself and laughed in the sea of sadness. 
 
                   When I arrived and looked through the window I saw this beautiful foreign country. My sadness was replaced with excitement. It was the cleanest, colorful and the most immense airport I've ever seen. People were busy moving in different directions as I was struggling to hold all of my stuff. Immediately, I saw an agent in a white jag shirt smiling, holding a small white poster with my name on it, and he was waving his hand at me. He took me to a bus with full of workers from Vietnam, China, Indonesia, Thailand and other neighboring countries of Taiwan. I heard different languages spoken when I was entering but never understood them. I thought nobody had spoken English for none of them ever spoke a word nor looked at me after I said hi to everyone. After a long hour, the bus dropped me off in Taipei and the agent guided me to the restaurant of my employer. I noticed my suitcase was getting tired of the travel or maybe it was I that couldn't bear the hours of this unending journey.
 
                          As soon as I met my lady employer, she quickly took my things away and asked me to start working. My suitcase was taken and thrown away on the floor by her violent hands. I never thought I will be working fifteen hours a day, no rest days and communicated with sign language for none of them spoke English. I saw her yelling and throwing plates at the cooks for missing orders and being verbally abusive to the work staff. Jung explains, “Taiwanese eatery owners have poor management, personnel problems, and inexperience dealing with their employees due to inept business skills and decision-making” (17). 
 
                         My employers never cared even the days I was sick working long hours. A day of rest that I requested was never given. I spent my nights laying my head on my suitcase, wishing for the pain to vanish. After a long ten months of sacrifices being treated like other employees, I packed my things and was ready to go home. As I closed the empty cabinets in my room, I stared at my suitcase. The dirty looking suitcase had had enough: The life it represented- was my life journey filled with opportunities, hardships, heartaches and sometimes incredibly cruel – was ready to end its suffering and to go to a much nicer place to rest and rebuild strength. 
 
                          At last, when the plane landed and the seat belt light turned off, I took my suitcase with a smile on my face bringing hope back to the people who cared for me. I came back and arrived to a very homely airport where I recognized the voices I heard and enjoyed the honking of cars, jeepneys and trucks outside the building. Opposite to me, I saw six excited people waiting outside the building. My mom ran towards me and gave me lots of love. My family offered to help carry my things. My sister noticed the handle of my suitcase was broken. Dad said not to worry for I was home now, safe and sound. My mother told me while she was holding my hands, in time this broken suitcase will be replaced with a new one and it will begin traveling to its next journey without getting hurt for I will buy you a sturdy one. “New hope, new plans!”, my Dad added with his loving smile and a sweet tap of his hand on my back.



Works Cited
Thrall, Teresa Hudson. “Visas Nearing Cap.” H&HN: Hospitals & Health Networks 80.9
                        (2006): 18-20. Academic Search Complete. Web. 6 Nov. 2013.
Jung, John. “The Sour Side of Chinese Restaurants.” Chinese American Forum 29.1 (2013):
                         17-22. Academic Search Complete. Web. 7 Nov. 2013.




Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Achieving My Dreams



                    What is my most desired dream?

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

A Little About Me


 

              Hi, my name is Jessa. I was born and raised in the Philippines. I have three brothers and one sister. I am the middle child. I am married to David, who's from Texas.