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Now, will you spare a rod and bear the little child's folly?
Matagal nang umuungot si Kay na magpagupit ng buhok. Ayaw ko noong pumayag dahil nanghihinayang ako na paiksiin ang mahaba niyang buhok. Isa pa, baka mahirapang magpahaba uli.
Pinayagan ko na rin sa wakas (tutal siya naman daw ang magbabayad ha ha ha). ‘Layered’ ang buhok niya ngayon at hanggang balikat na lang. Hindi naman kataasan ang layers. Mabuti din iyon para hindi mahirap pahabain kung magdesisyon na siyang pahabain. Bumagay naman sa kanya. Sabagay, bumabagay naman ang halos lahat ng gupit sa kanya dahil sa hugis ng mukha niya.
Noong maliit si Kay, sobrang bagsak ang buhok niya at nadudulas ang mga ipit. Hindi itim ang kulay. Parang matingkad na moreno ang kulay. Nagtaka ako na nang siya ay papunta na sa pagkadalaginding, nawala ang pagkabagsak at parang may mga kulot sa hairline. Nalaman ko na ito pala ay depende sa polikulo ng buhok (hair follicle). Ang mga polikulo ng mga Afrikano ay may baluktot (curved) na polikulo kaya sila ay kulot. Ang kanilang buhok ay may patag (flat o tapelike) na bahaging paputol (cross section). Ang buhok ng mga Tsino o Hapon ay tuwid, at halos itim lahat. Ito ay tumubo sa tuwid na poliuko na may bilog na bahaging paputol. Ang mga buhok ng mga taga Europe ay maraming alon, at may tendesiyang kumulot. Ito ay may bilohabang bahaging paputol. Ang tipo ng polikulo ang nagsasabi ng mga katangian ng buhok. Ang mga ito rin ay namamana.
Katulad ko rin si Kay na may alon ang ibang parte ng buhok.
Isang gabi ngayong linggong ito, sinalubong ako ni Daryl at nagsabing may ipapakita raw siya sa akin. Sa una ay hindi ko napansin na ang grado niya sa asignaturang Science ang pinakamababa. Ito ang isa sa paborito niya.
Hindi naman talaga mababa ang grado sa Science pero malayo siya sa mga grado ng ibang asignatura. Hindi halos magkakalayo ang lahat maliban sa Science. "Sayang naman, ‘no? Teka nga pala, bakit ito ang resulta sa Science? Di ba ito ang paborito mo?" Huminga nang malalim si Daryl sabay sabing, "Ganito kasi ang istorya nun, Ma…"
Sa mas maikling kwento, hindi pala siya nakapagpasa ng proyekto. Ang dahilan, nagloloko raw ang PC namin noong panahong iyon. "Huwag mo namang ibigay na rason iyon, anak. Maraming paraan kung nagsabi ka lang sa akin at kung talagang nag-abala ka para doon."
Nanghinayang din siya at 86 lamang ang grado niya sa Science. Alam din niya na ang proyekto niya ay makakadagdag pa ng puntos. Habang ako ay nagsesermon pero hindi naman talaga ako galit, tumitig sa akin si Daryl at tinanong ko kung bakit. Tinatantiya pala niya kung galit ako.
Sino ba naman ang magagalit sa gradong 86 na siyang pinakamababa? Pero hindi ko rin palalagpasin ang pagkakataon na ituro sa kanya ang nararapat – ang maging responsible. Pero sabagay, paminsan-minsan ay kailangan niyang makita ang resulta ng pagpapabaya. Mas nararamdaman kasi iyon pag nararanasan.
First times always bring the excitement, feelings of awe, or delight. On some circumstances, it brings shock, pain, or a frantic feeling, depending on what an event generates, or what the event or situation is.
I was amazed to see a television for the first time in the middle of the space in front of the wide stairs to the second floor of our elementary school. Coming from a poor family, I was not aware of that "little box" where you can see little people talking. Upon seeing the little people, I became glued to the television set (the name of which I learned later from a teacher) and stand there for minutes to listen to the exchange of words. I excitedly related it to my parents when I came home.
Such awe was replaced by the much other awe brought about by the scantiness of our life. Then a weird feeling got me restless when I reached fifth grade. It was the feeling when a good looking, dark skinned sixth grader asked to join our game of habulan. It was the first time I felt a warm rush inside me and it felt like something inside would explode each time he joined the game. I was in high school when I learned that the feeling was called "crush" on somebody. I had many crushes after that.
The hours and circumstances of my first times created significance in my life. The time I first received medals in high school, the time I first received a trophy in a national competition, the first time I got a group of true friends, the first time Papa got very ill and could not afford to work, the first time I fell in love, the time I first laid my eyes on my own flesh and blood – all these created me. What I am now was brought significantly by these first times.
First times are almost equal to the feeling of uncertainty – you don’t know what to do. In retrospect, I value them so much. They are not entirely happy events. They also include those that brought me pain, tears, or hatred. But they all made me for what I am today.
When was the last time you had your first time?
First times always bring the excitement, feelings of awe, or delight. On some circumstances, it brings shock, pain, or a frantic feeling, depending on what an event generates, or what the event or situation is.
I was amazed to see a television for the first time in the middle of the space in front of the wide stairs to the second floor of our elementary school. Coming from a poor family, I was not aware of that "little box" where you can see little people talking. Upon seeing the little people, I became glued to the television set (the name of which I learned later from a teacher) and stand there for minutes to listen to the exchange of words. I excitedly related it to my parents when I came home.
Such awe was replaced by the much other awe brought about by the scantiness of our life. Then a weird feeling got me restless when I reached fifth grade. It was the feeling when a good looking, dark skinned sixth grader asked to join our game of habulan. It was the first time I felt a warm rush inside me and it felt like something inside would explode each time he joined the game. I was in high school when I learned that the feeling was called "crush" on somebody. I had many crushes after that.
The hours and circumstances of my first times created significance in my life. The time I first received medals in high school, the time I first received a trophy in a national competition, the first time I got a group of true friends, the first time Papa got very ill and could not afford to work, the first time I fell in love, the time I first laid my eyes on my own flesh and blood – all these created me. What I am now was brought significantly by these first times.
First times are almost equal to the feeling of uncertainty – you don’t know what to do. In retrospect, I value them so much. They are not entirely happy events. They also include those that brought me pain, tears, or hatred. But they all made me for what I am today.
When was the last time you had your first time?

