What’s a small moment from your past that you still think about years later?
Chicken
‘Fiction is stranger than truth’
Note: For a change, I’ll write this post in Filipino (with English translation in the end of course)
Naging guro ko siya sa accounting noong nasa Pinas pa ako. Mahirap siyang makalimutan. Mahilig siyang gumamit ng ‘Yudi pungal’. Minsan naalala ko na may tinanong ito sa klase. Agad namang humirit si Morgan, ang elder statesman ng kurso. Medyo long playing si brod, panay ang ‘Kung baga…Kung baga’.
‘Nakuha Ko ba, Sir?’
‘PWEDE man,’ sagot ni Manong, sabay tawa.
Ako? Isang linya’t natumpak ko ang kanyang tanong.
‘Bat di ka kumuha ng accounting?’ Nagtaka ang katabi ko. Maliit lang yung klase namin, mga isang dosena lang.
‘Hilig-hilig lang yan, sa isip ko. Di lahat ng may kakayahan ay nangangarap maging enhinyero o CPA.



Accounting po
Nabalitaan ko na nag-absent yung isa sa mga kaklase ko, na-miss niya yung finals. Narinig ko rin na nagkaproblema siya kay sir. Kinausap niya na bigyan siya nang konsiderasyon.
‘Accounting ini, ne’; napangiti na lang ako sa kanyang kwento.
Contrast
‘Pogi,’ sabi ni William. Ganun siya kung tumawag. Minsan nga mali-mali pa.
‘Mr Pangarap’, tinawag niya si Dante: he called Dante.
Diretsyohin niyo na lang
Isang araw binayaan niya kami sa silid-aralan. ‘Dito Lang kayo, babalik Lang ako maya-maya.’



Pag-alis ni Sir William, nagsilabasan na ang mga tao’t pumunta dun sa unaunahan.
Nagpahangin naman kami ni Dante sa labas mismo ng silid aralan. Nakaihi ako at nag-jingle. Pagbalik ko, ala na si Dante; nakisabay siya dun sa iba. Aaminin ko na nagkamali ako; dapat nagpaalam ako sa kanya.
Galit na galit si Sir nung nasilayan niyang bakante ang kwarto. ‘Bakit di ninyo dineretsyo?’
Halata na ako, na dapat mas nakakaalam, ang na target ng kanyang pagkabigo. Pinalipat niya ako ng upuan, bago palipatin uli. Sinabihan niya kami na pumunta sa kwarto ng mga accounting major, upang malaman kung ano ang pagkakaiba ng thesis at feasibility study. Di pa nabasa yung mga paa namin nang magpatama ang accounting dean. ‘Itong talk ay para lamang sa mga Accounting students’, sabay tingin sa akin. Nagkataon lang Kasi na di accounting ang kurso namin. Natira kami ni Dante at nakinig sa mga speaker. Nang mag-recess, nagdesisyon kaming lumabas ng kwarto. Dun ko nalaman na wala na yung mga kaklase ko. Marahil ay nag mass exodus sila nang magpatama si dean.
‘Isa pang chicken joy’
Isang beses tinanong ni William: ‘Nagpapart-taym ka sa Jollibee, di ba?’
‘Opo, Sir,’ sagot ni Chabelita.
‘Magkano na ba ang isang chickenjoy meal?’
‘69 pesos po, Sir.’
Biglang natawa si Sir. ‘Bakit ganyan ang figure nyo?’
Salamat, Will
Pustiso ang ngipin ni Will. Minsan napasobra ang tawa niya’t nahulog ang dentures nito. Buti nga’t nasalo niya bago lumanding sa sahig.
Isa si Will sa mga paborito kong guro. Okay siya magturo at mahilig magpatawa. Lumisan na ang mga araw na nakikita ko siya sa mga corridor. Babatiin ko ito, bago niya ako tatapikin sa balikat. Kahit maikling oras ko lang siya nakasabay, malugod akong nagpapasalamat sa mga ‘bato sa parang’ lol
‘MANOK: TRANSLATED’
(He was my accounting teacher in the Philippines. He’s unforgettable. He used to say ‘Damn!’. I remembered once he asked a question in class. The elder statesman, Morgan, replied right away. He was long playing and kept saying, ‘Like this…like this.’
Did I get it, sir?
‘Maybe…’, our veteran teacher said, before laughing.
Me? Just one line and I nailed his question.
‘Why didn’t you take accounting?’
My seat mate wondered. We were a small class, about a dozen only.
We all have different likes. Not everyone who’s talented dreams of being engineers or CPAs. Some of us yearned to be astronauts while others repair mangled bodies.
Accounting po
I heard that a classmate missed the finals. She ran into trouble with sir. She asked him to be considerate.
‘This is accounting, ne’. I just smiled at her tale. This is exactly what I think about, that phrase. This is accounting, ne.
Contrast
Many years ex post facto, it still brings a smile to my face. The line is a disconnect between old and new, senior and youth, modern and postmodern. It’s highly original, thus not hyperreal. It can be biting yet necessary. It implies empathy but also adheres to the rules. It’s like that basketball phrase, ‘Hand down, man down.’
If you leave a jump shooter wide open, you’re screwed. ‘Momma, there goes that man.’
It’s a yellow light in traffic, a phrase that makes you reconsider and pause. It highlights the gap between generations, baby boomers and Gen y. Even with valid reasons, empathy can’t be sugarcoated. It must be earned.
The line also underscores the language. He did not pick English. By phrasing it in Filipino, he was being authentic and raw. It also made for a good punchline. Had I been on the receiving end, I would’ve appreciated the dry humour.
‘Handsome,’ William said. He addresses us like that. Sometimes, wrongly.
Go directly
One day, he left us in the classroom. Just stay here, I’ll be right back.
When Sir William left, everyone bolted and went outside.
Dante and I went to get fresh air. I ducked into the toilet. Upon returning, he was gone. He joined the others. I was wrong; I should’ve told him.
Sir was livid upon seeing the vacant room. ‘Why didn’t you all evaporated and headed home?’
Me, who should know better, was the obvious target of his disappointment. He told me to change seats, before changing again. He instructed us to go to the room of the accounting majors. To know the difference between theses and feasibility studies. Our feet weren’t wet when the accounting dean said, ‘This talk is only for accounting students’, before looking at me.
We weren’t accounting majors. Only Dante and me were left. At recess, we went out the room. We realised that our classmates were gone. They probably had a mass exodus when the dean said his piece. Perhaps they were done and playing online games.
‘One more chicken joy’
Once, William asked ‘You work part-time at Jollibee, right?’
‘Yes, sir,’ Chabelita said.
‘How much is one chicken joy meal?’
‘69 pesos po, Sir.’
Sir suddenly laughed. ‘Why is that your figure?’
Thank you, Will
Will has dentures. He laughed out loud and it fell off. It’s good he caught it before it landed on the ground.
Will was one of my fave teachers. He’s okay and cracked jokes. Gone are the days where I saw him in the corridors. I’ll greet him and he’ll tap me on the shoulder. Though our paths crossed briefly, I’m very grateful for the ‘stones in the meadow’ lol)









































































































