Philippine Collegian Issue 1

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NOWHERE MAN

TOMO 91

BLG. 1

HUWEBES, HUNYO 13, 2013

PHILIPPINE COLLEGIAN

Alan P. Tuazon

Opisyal na lingguhang pahayagan ng mga mag-aaral ng Unibersidad ng Pilipinas, Diliman

Installments We are beleaguered by installments. Debts are settled in installments. Shampoos are purchased in sachet installments. In busy cities, even sleep comes in installments. As I park my car outside Vinzons Hall, I effortlessly notice the lengthy line for student loans that spans from OSA to the third floor. Education is also in installments. I unbuckle my seatbelt and find one of your Murakami books still tucked safely in the front seat. The seatbelt still reeks of the intoxicating smell of your Versace perfume. On nights we sped through the metro with the Submarine soundtrack on repeat, the city lies ahead of us in cinematic blur. “Maybe I could get you back again,” I ponder, “by installments.” Vinzons Hall is cramped with people bearing the same enrolment woes. It is crowded with an assortment of people incessantly fanning themselves, wiping off beads of sweat down their napes, and holding on to their loan forms which would give them an installment UP education. The line uncannily resembles lines for food programs in evacuation centers. I pass a group of friends discussing the newly opened STS class. They are eating in installments of stolen time. One of them—an acquaintance from the College of Engineering—stops me and asks if we both enlisted a class under a specific Engineering professor. The air smells of the mixture of people’s sweat. “Nah, I’m fully paid for my 18-unit subjects—as non-major,” I reply without regret. I can imagine my lawyer father’s peculiar frown and my law student brothers’ scoffs once they hear about the news of my dismissal. I ascend the last flight of stairs leading to the uppermost level of Vinzons Hall, and feel gravity pulling me down the way it has done the first time I visited the Kule office. It requires an extra ounce of courage to climb this last flight of stairs. Having taken the Kule exam just before summer began, I have been surprised as I received a text message from RC Guerrero a few weeks after. “’Tol, ikaw na ang magsusulat sa kolum ko. Rakenrol. ” I open the door to the Kule office, an aroma of afternoon circulating in the air. The noises of people from the loan queue downstairs are still audible. Eyes covered by cigarette smoke and the reflection of the sunlight on his glasses, Delfin Mercado eyes me from head to foot. He offers me a cigarette. I wait for night to come before I climb the ladder to the roof top. Smoking my Marlboros and casting off mosquitoes, I write this first column in solitude under the star-beaded sky. I have that papery feeling of lack of sleep. Somewhere below, Kule writers are still awake, debating on the latest Game of Thrones episode. I light another cigarette and lose myself to its psychedelic fumes. This is to be the first of the many installment nights like this.

The UP dream: A letter to the new Isko and Iska Illustration : Ysa Calinawan

Lathalain 6-7


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