BrainTeaser | Sherma E Benosa

Life is a puzzle; we are the clues, and God is the answer.


A sense of déjà vu washed over me as I took a seat inside the CASAA, the eatery near what is probably the most popular building at the University of the Philippines — Palma Hall — for it is here where the general education subjects are taught. I glanced around, hoping to see someone I knew. Recognizing no one, I contended myself with the soft chatter and occasional bursts of laughter of the dozen or so students around me.

Ah, college life!

Having absorbed the energy of youth surrounding me, I started poking at my food — sizzling pork chop. I remembered, it was my favorite when I was a college student myself, although very seldom did I order it for lunch because, at P35 per order, it was simply beyond my means. A decent lunch wasn’t a priority for me then; school supplies and reading materials were.

Now, seven years after graduation from the university, I again find myself sitting inside the very same eatery I used to label “expensive,” but more comfortably now than any of my previous visits, for gone are the days when lunch was either crackers or cheap cookies.

I took a bite at the food which, at P50 per order, I now found affordable. But I soon discovered that it no longer tasted as good as I remembered it. Somehow, it had become bland to my taste buds. As I continued to eat what used to be one of the best-tasting food I’ve ever tasted, I wondered: “Was it just me or was it really the food?”

Halfway through my lunch I decided I was already full. I stood up then slowly made my way to the door, not bothering to come up with an answer. As I closed the screen door, a sad realization hit me: my memory of one of the good things of my college life is now forever altered. Tsk! Tsk!

PS: I walked out of CASAA, past the main library, through the shopping center, to that often crowded area beside the post office, across Kalayaan dorm. As expected, a crowd was already building up. I walked up to the man taking orders and said: “Mama, isaw nga po. Pito! Tsaka po coke in can.”

No, I haven’t changed much. It must have been the food I was eating earlier. Not just me.


//Sherma Benosa
7/3/2006 9:28:56 PM


14 comments on “Change

  1. Salve
    June 8, 2008

    I miss the isaw there. Haven’t had a taste of it for long time.
    Dun na lang kaya tayo sunod na mag-food trip, girl? 😀

  2. brainteaser
    June 8, 2008

    Girl! I ate at the Beach House the other day! Ordered bbq, munggo and ensaladang talong! Heaven!

    Still, it would have been much better if I were with you and Tatang and Tayns!


  3. VF
    June 9, 2008

    “dito ka lang. huwag kang aalis. dadaanan kita pagkatapos ng klase ko.” pabulyaw niyang sinabi sa pobreng lalake habang ikinukuha ng babae ng work station sa isang i-cafe sa shopping centre pagkatapos lumabas na ito na hindi man lang nag-iwan ng pangmeryenda.

    binalikan siya pagkatapos ng tatlong oras. namumuti na ang kawawang lalake sa gutom. lumabas sila sa shopping centre. nadaanan nila ang isang grupo na maraming nagluluto. mabango ang usok at lalong nagutom si lalake.

    “ano yan ate?” tanong ng lalake.

    “isaw pero hindi puede sa yo.” sagot ng babae.

    napailing na lang si lalake. ganun pala dito sa Yu-Pe, ginugutom ang lalake!

    anong masasabi mo, ate salve?


  4. rainforestrobin
    June 10, 2008

    I could really relate this experience of going back and something not being how you remembered it. I have not yet been able to bring myself to go back to the rainforest where I lived in Australia because so MUCH has changed since I was there. There are buildings and tarred roads where there were none. I don’t know if I want to see what it looks like now and have my memory of a pristine place shattered. I like the memories better. 🙂 Only time will what I do.

  5. mandythompson
    June 10, 2008

    your writing is beautiful

  6. brainteaser
    June 10, 2008

    Hi Mandy! I’m glad to have you here. I spent a long time in your blog this morning. Great stuff there! You’re so talented!

    I love your music! In fact, I am listening to “Just a Girl” as I type this. 🙂

  7. brainteaser
    June 10, 2008

    ROBIN! Howdy, my friend?

    Ah, so true, so true! Sometimes, our memory presents a much better view of the things we enjoyed in the past.

  8. brainteaser
    June 10, 2008

    Buddy! Are you talking about me?

    Hah! That’s the case of twisted memory.

    So ROBIN, there are also times when memory presents a twisted view of our experiences. Take VF here. I wish you could understand what he is saying. He’s teasing me, hehehehe.

    But then it’s also good you don’t understand his (our) language. His words are not to be taken seriously. Trust me. Heheheheh!

  9. Jim
    June 10, 2008

    As some say, the only permanent thing in this world is change. Well, one thing I miss back home is kwek-kwek, I’m not sure how much it cost now. 😀

  10. brainteaser
    June 10, 2008

    Welcome Jim! Feel at home. 🙂

    Kwek kwek? That’s my fave too!

    Lemme see. 4 pieces cost p10. Still cheap! 🙂 Kayang-kaya ng mga Isko at Iska. 🙂

  11. VF
    June 10, 2008

    Oh, twisted memories can be sweetened flashbacks, n’est-ce pas Buddy?

    Let’s ask Salve and Robin.

  12. VF
    June 10, 2008

    Is the “kwek-kwek” a forbidden ‘fruit’ too?


  13. Salve
    June 10, 2008

    hey VF, ikaw ba yung lalake sa kwento mo (comment #3)?

    saka, sinong may twisted memory? ikaw din? ahahaha!

  14. VF
    June 10, 2008

    Malheuresment, it’s a big Oui Salve! I am the poor lonely cowboy. I know it’s a TLC but how can you feel a TLC if you are isaw-empty! 🙂

    Twisted Memory? The author. Mine is twisted isaw hehehe!

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