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just another accounting story

Jan
04

On April 2, 2011, I delivered a speech before the graduates of ECRMNHS batch 2011.  And one of the highlights of my speech is the part that I am begging for the creation of an alumni association.  I also mentioned that my batch will fully support this.

 Yet on December 29, 2011, my batch has no representative during the school’s alumni homecoming.

 This is an irony that I can expertly explain.

 The reason why I did not push for the attendance of my batchmates, and the reason I myself did not attend the said event is due to this main reason: I don’t want politics to enter into this noble cause.  Politicians have no other intentions but to gain publicity. I want purely good intentions.

 I received unconfirmed stories about the event in 2010 where the first alumni homecoming did not push through because the incumbent public official did not approve to it.  The supposedly “first” homecoming is being planned and coordinated by a rival family.  And now, the person who initiated the 2011 homecoming is the same person who did not approve to it way back in 2010.  Politics entered the scene.  And I don’t like it.

 Why then, did I say that I will fully support the creation of an alumni association, yet I did not attend the alumni homecoming when such association will be organized?

 My support is conditional.  And the condition is that it should be the teachers of ECRMNHS, who are also alumni of the school that should initiate its organization.  I want politicians to be clearly out of the picture.  The organization is best lead by professionals who know what is really needed for the best interest of the students, the alma mater and the community, not by politicians whose only goal is its name immortalized in structures that they will definitely push for.  I want a noble organization, whose aim is not self-glorification, but to truly help uplift the regretful state of the school.

Dec
29

2011 is quite a lucky year for me. It was, I may say, a compensating year for me, for the tragic events that transpired in 2010.

January to February – I was seconded in Perth, Australia and I think, I’ve done a good job. Forget the bond, the experience worth it.

March 22 – I spoke before a group of scholars from our university. Again, it was amazing. It is really nice to see young people look up at you and bring inspiration to them. Excerpts of my speech – UC and I – was actually highlighted in the University’s website.

April 2 – This time, I spoke before the graduates of my High School alma mater. The event is also good, despite the presence of the Barangay Captain, whom I did not expect. As a result, I did not deliver my speech as written. I deleted some portions that my insult him. Nevertheless, although not as good as the feeling I had before the scholar audience in my University, I hope that the young people listened to me. Nagtagalog na nga ako eh.

April 15 – Busy season ender. Yes, the busy season ender is one of the most amazing dates in SGV.

August 5 – D Day. It was the date of promotion. Never mind the major resignation that transpired on this day.

November 28 – My client was listed in PSE.

December – Within this month I will sing David Pomeranz’ “On This Day”

Dec
23

My condolences to those who lost their loved ones in Cagayan de Oro and Iligan City. 

And so it happened again. In 2004, two typhoons claimed thousands of lives in Aurora and Quezon Provinces. And it happened during the holidays. Now comes Sendong that devastated the two cities.  Will our government ever learn? Well, if you can help me build the house I have been dreaming all my life (please see link http://myjapson.wordpress.com/2008/06/10/houseanyone/), maybe this time they will learn. And please, let’s build a house that will not only accommodate the DENR Secretary, but also to the owners of logging companies, dealers of logs, dealers of charcoal, all congressmen, all senators, the President of the Philippines and the ever-blind supreme court justices. Let them live there during typhoon season.

These people just don’t have souls. Bullshit!

Oct
21

For the past few weeks since my last post, a lot of things happened – personally and professionally. At the same time, I was fascinated by this word that describes them all.

  1. You would really understand that simple life is not that amusing. Simple life may also cause you to be simply stupid. An employee of a card company called me to verify some of my personal details for my credit card processing. I almost throw my phone when she asked these series of questions: Caller: What is the maiden name of your mother, Sir? Me: Constancia Tilo Arguesa. Caller: Can you spell Tilo Sir? Me: T-i-l-o. Caller: And your name Sir is? Me: You’re calling me yet you don’t know my name? Caller: SOP lang sir. Nakarecord lang tayo. Me: I thought it was just a confirmation, why would I need to answer that annoying questions? Anyway, my name is Joselito A. Japson. Caller: What does A stand for Sir? Me: Of course, Arguesa!!! Are you stupid or something? Arrgghh..stupid people have miniscule brains.
  2. I have anticipated for the discretionary bonus and the increase for this year. As always, I was disappointed. It was miniscule.
  3. I already sent the “Soliciting Teacher” an amount that is tolerable for me to be corrupted. The teachers’ salary is miniscule that they were forced to have their own “raket”. One way is school project that they will eventually sell. And the more big time one is arranging a field trip. Collect fees for food and transpo, solicit from Government officials and alumni, spend some, and pocket some.
  4. More than 20 soldiers were killed in an ambush by MILF and Abu Sayyaf. How many more soldiers should die before this conflict ends? It seems that someone has miniscule care for them.
Oct
01

A few weeks ago, one of our high school teachers contacted us to solicit financial support for their planned educational tour. She has been contacting several alumni.

I learned that this educational tour is for the newly-elected officers of their student government and some of their teachers. This has been the tradition of this school since we left, and we just learned it. And they are asking the support of some alumni for this to be done.

I asked what the purpose of the tour is. And the teacher just shared that the officers and their history teacher will go to historical sites in Manila. What in hell will these historical sites connect with the officers’ purpose of being elected? The last time I checked, being an officer entails huge responsibilities to serve and to lead. How can they learn to serve and lead with this crazy field trip? Were they supposed to receive leadership trainings instead of this purpose-less field trip?

The fact that this has been the tradition of the school – to give the newly-elected officer an opportunity for a field trip – is a sign that the school has already implanted in the students’ mind that being an officer entitles them such benefits. The school just taught the students to be corrupt! And the alumni have been an instrument to this.

Aug
19

August 5 night is a big night. Yes. SGV 65th Anniversary… Promotions… It should have a party mood! But no… It was not. Because that night was the last breath of life. For me. For our cluster.

Our most senior manager will be leaving the firm for good on that night. Who will celebrate on that? He is one of the few persons I look up to. He’s one of the few good men in the firm. How can you celebrate on that night when he’s leaving?

The party mood that should have clouded the Mida’s Hotel Penthouse turned to be just one of the bad memories ever written in our cluster’s history. We are happy for him, of course! But having no eldest brother in the family, having no leader that will lay the foundations for our actions and our future plans, having no one to look up to – that makes the party mood wane so abruptly.

The party has just started, with the newly promoted partners jamming with the band one of the young partners founded. But the noice, the screaming, the wine and liquor, and the hundred others dancing with the music – all these – seem to not exist at that time. Our eldest brother is making his last message to the cluster. “Kayo na bahala sa cluster! Huwag muna kayong umalis!” Those were the words. And it is the most awful party I ever attended.

And yes, I was promoted on that night. It’s great, isn’t it. What I do not know is that there is a looming catastrophe.

Just two weeks after our most senior manager left, three more were leaving. That left me as the last soldier standing. That left me responsible for 30 younger people shaping their careers. That left me more than 20 audit accounts for the next busy season. That left me do quality control reviews for about a hundred financial statements. That left me the challenge to lead 30 younger people for yet another challenging busy season.

And now, I was really not decided what to call it. A challenge or a conspiracy. The idea of it being a conspiracy was that they all left at once. And they left me alone.

I’m praying that I won’t collapse at the middle of it. I know its the hardest test. But what can I do?

Apr
20

On March 15, I was invited to share my thoughts to a group of Academic Scholars of my University. Again, I was speechless, as you can see in my speech below:

During the 100th year anniversary celebration of the University of the Philippines, my idol, Washington Z. SyCip, the founder of SyCip Gorres Velayo & Co. where I am currently employed, and a UST alumnus, was a keynote speaker. In front of the huge crowd of UP’ians, he mentioned about the claim of the University as written in a book published during its diamond anniversary, and it read …”a UP Degree holder is generally believed to be more capable than most college graduates, as well as imbued with a sense of purpose…with minds capable of new ideas and perceptions and passionate commitment to the social good”

Afterwards, he posed this very serious question: “If UP has accurately claimed that during the past 62 years, after we left the US umbrella, UP graduates have occupied the presidential chair for 46 years, then I may ask you “why are we in such a mess?”

When I was in Australia, I update myself of what is happening in the country by looking at the Inquirer website. One of the most shocking and humiliating revelations that transpired was the alleged pabaon of previous AFP chief of staffs, and the deep-rooted corrupt practices in the Armed Forces. It is very interesting to note that the high-ranking officials in the AFP, including most of the previous chief of staffs, are alumni of the Philippine Military Academy, the premiere and finest military academy in the country.

Ladies and gentlemen, I told you these because I know some UP alumni and they call themselves, and they are very proud of it, Iskolar ng Bayan. Like the UP students, PMA cadets are also scholars of the people. They are scholars, like you. It is not easy to be a scholar. You must have the intellect and the “diskarte” to remain as scholar. You must be one of the finest, like you are, to survive in such very competitive environment.

Scholars, you are not here for no reason. You are not here just because you are being recognized for obtaining an average grade of 90% or greater. You are not here just because you are not an average student. There is a heavier reason why you are here. Being here entails a lot of responsibilities. As Peter Parker once said, great power comes great responsibility.

What responsibilities, you may ask. I coined it in three simple words – UC – I. I chose the said words and the its acronym because what makes a person, scholars in more particular, and who that person in the future will be, can be attributed to his education and his total self. The scholar’s personality is equally important as the institution that trained him to make him what he is now.

U stands for University. You have the obligation to the University. As scholars, you are given this recognition to inspire other students to perform well too. This recognition is for you. But it does not end there. After this event, you must continue to prove you are worthy of the term that the university has entitled you, and the benefits attached to it. Be a role model to others. Inspire the others. Help the others achieve their potentials. Share your blessings, as they say.

The quest of the scholars does not end after this event, or after the graduation ceremonies once you graduate. The world outside is entirely different than the four corners of a classroom. Conquer it. Show them, let the people know and prove them, that you are a former scholar of this University.

I was a former scholar like you. And now, I am fortunate to be working in SGV, a Company so diverse and very competitive. I worked with people from different Universities, including those big ones in Manila – UP, De La Salle, UST, San Beda, FEU. To tell you the truth, when they had the knowledge that I was from Baguio, the first University in their minds is SLU. I took it as a challenge. I persevered. And my perseverance gained fruit when I was fast-tracked to Senior Associate in 2008 after less than two years. It’s not an extraordinary feat, as for magna-cum laude like me, it is just normal to be promoted to senior in less than two years. But here is the twist. Last year, after 2 years of being a senior associate, I was supposed to be promoted to Manager. But they deferred it due to my age. I’m too young to be an audit manager.

As a consolation to the deference of my promotion, I was offered an opportunity for secondment in Ernst & Young Australia. It’s a very rare opportunity to be seconded. And for a country like Australia, the requirements to be granted that secondment are very stiff. I again took the challenge, passed the interviews and worked there for 2 months. So from working with De La Salle and UP graduates, this time around, I am working with students from different world-recognized schools from Australia and nearby countries. I worked with Singaporeans, Malaysians, Aussies, Indians and other nationalities. And from that point in time, I can proudly conclude, that UC graduates are at par or even better with graduates of other schools in the WORLD, provided you oblige yourselves to satisfy your next two obligations – C and I.

C stands for Character and I for Integrity. These two were missed by the bright scholars from UP and PMA that amassed millions from the people’s money. Many are blaming the institutions, UP and PMA in particular, but the culprit really is the culture in the government sector, where corruption is not an exception, but as a norm. Corruption is present everywhere, even in private Companies. And your most effective shield are your character and your integrity. Such cannot be bought, it is built from a very long process, from elementary to college. I strongly believe that in this institution, you are mold to a person of character and integrity. I was a product of this institution. I was a product of the very able professors and instructors that helped me in shaping what I am now. Such training was further enhanced by my experience in the country’s leading firm.

Bear this with you always. Time will come that our alumni will occupy key government posts. Maybe one of you will be the next president of the country, or the next AFP Chief of Staff. If that time comes, I hope there will be no another Washington SyCip asking the question, “Why are we in such as mess?”, right on your face.

That ends the serious stuff.

I know you are interested to know my journey before I became an instant celebrity in the college of Accountancy. So I will tell you the story.

When I graduated from High School, I am not really sure what to take. So I did not take any entrance exam from any university. One more reason is that I am not even sure if I will continue to college.

And then a letter from my Aunt came offering her home for me to stay while studying here in Baguio. And then she sent me an newspaper clipping from Baguio Midland Courier. Such clipping is the advertisement of the then Baguio Colleges Foundation. I saw there that there is a 100% scholarship for entering freshmen who graduated valedictorian.

And so I took the shot. I looked at the course offerings and decided to take up accountancy. The reason – costs less but pays more. Just when preparing for going up here, my high school teacher asked me: “What is your course again?”

I said, “Accountancy”. She looked like in doubt, and made a quick calculation. With hesitation, she said “Maybe you can pass the board exam.”

That incident firmed up my dream to be a CPA. And so I went up here, and enrolled in the college of accountancy.

During the second trimester when I was first year, a BCF brochure landed on my hand. Such brochure contains the names of the topnothcers in various fields. I looked for a topnotcher under the college of accountancy and I found nothing. From then on I started to ask “tamang school ba tong pinasok ko?”

Because I was still childish then, I manually wrote the name of our college on that brochure. And I included there as first topnotcher for the college of Accountancy another scholar who is two years ahead of us. He was a popular scholar in the college of accountancy, having won several competitions in the national level. Then I put my name on it as the second topnotcher. I was so humble. From dreaming to become an ordinary passer, I dreamt of becoming a topnotcher.

When the person I wrote in the brochure took the CPA board a year later, I really anticipated for the result that a new COA topnotcher has emerged. But when the Manila Bulletin came out, his name was not in the list of Top 20. And the school’s passing rate was below 10%, way below the national average of about 18%, and very much way below UP Diliman’s passing rate of 97%.

I started to doubt myself and the probability of achieving my dream. If the person you look up to failed to deliver what is expected of him, you as well will be frustrated. I erased that dream in my mind.

I followed his footsteps. I joined several competitions, and took home the bacon a lot of times too. The history just repeats itself. When it comes to Region 1 competitions, we are on top. But the college never produced topnotchers so far. The same thing happens every year until I graduate. The dream of having a scholar becomes more illusive.

I ensured that I am at least a college scholar for me to continue my studies. At least, if you are a college scholar, the tuition will be out of my family’s worries. Such scholarship continued until I graduated.

Before our graduation date, Mr. Colorado and our JPIA adviser approached me and informed me that the college has allocated funds to support “bets” in reviewing in any review school in Manila. It was flattering to note that those funds came from the faculty’s own pockets. There were two of us who were bets. Mr. Colorado encouraged us to take the opportunity, and the challenge attached to it. And he even said that if ever I made it in top 20, I will be “immortal!” I took the literal meaning of it, and up to now I still believe that I am already immortal. But what he meant before was that the chance to make history and be remembered forever in the college was already there, I just need to pursue and grab it. With those statements, and with the full support of the faculty, the dream inside my mind came to life again.

The faculty said that they would provide financial support. But they will not be expecting us to deliver the output, they will just pin their hopes. But the fact that they sacrificed something from their personal earnings just to help out their students fueled our determination to pursue it.

The good thing if you are in Manila is that you can sense where you are. The “true” competition is there. For the first pre-board exam, I ended as top 20. There, I felt that the dream is really possible to achieve. Back then, the PRC recognizes up to Top 20. Come second pre-board exam, I ended as Top 5. A very big leap from top 20. And that made me sense some amount of success. My study habit turned to be effective.

Then, on the first day of exam, one of my subjects went unexpected. The questions are hilariously difficult, in a sense that as if the examiner is asking what page of the book you will find the lesson. The questions are senseless and are not essential in understanding the subject – which turns out to be Taxation. My pessimism has eaten me again, and my dream of being in the Top 20 is slowly fading. My goal now has changed to “at least” pass the board exam.

But the next subjects went well. My only worry left is the taxation. After a day, the results came out. One of the professor called me up informing me that I passed and I landed Top 9.

The only lesson I learned here is that I should have not given up my dream. I should have hold on to that dream. If only I did not give up, I may have landed in the top 5. I know God has already given me the slot, but when I started to doubt Him, He almost get it back from me. I hope this lesson will teach everyone of us.

Good morning ladies and gentlemen, thank you very much.

Nov
05

I experienced the worst election environment this year. I already told the story in our blog as the article is more of Japson’s concern. Here is the link anyway…

http://myjapson.wordpress.com/2010/11/04/stalked/

Sep
14

In a world full of surprises, a story has unfolded. The story is about two boys christened with the same name – Pogi. The first Pogi is our lovable pet, a 10-year old black “askal” given by my family’s friend to my brother in 1999. The other Pogi is our neighbor, from whom our pet’s name is borrowed.

The lives of the two connected several times. When Pogi the dog is about one year old, Pogi the human also has an askal (let’s give him the name Bruno) with a very bad attitude. Bruno will always bark, and sometimes attack, any person that will pass by the house of Pogi. I and my family are always a victim as we need to pass there to go to school or church. Pogi the dog has also been a victim several times. I trained pogi to fight, so that it will not be abused by Bruno.

When Pogi is already two years old, he was already bigger than Bruno. So he lorded the place by his bark, and no one will ever attempt to attack him. Pogi is loved by our neighbors because he did not show any bad attitude towards those he knows. He eats at their house, sleeps when tired, and hugged and caressed by them, while Bruno stayed away from our house and our neighbors’.

Everytime my brother’s birthday comes, he will always attempt to slaughter Pogi for “pulutan.” During those days, Pogi’s lawyers will come to the rescue. One of his lawyers is my Uncle Ano, who will always object any idea of slaughtering or even hurting Pogi. And the most influential lawyer is our neighbor Ric, who will always offer to buy the dog instead of slaughtering him.

The other Pogi is an influential people in the barrio. During the time Pogi the dog was still growing, he is at the prime of his influential life. His allies includes most of our neighbors in the ”upper” class. Barangay officials, as well as church and sometimes town officials, are his friends. With this influence at hand, he is really powerful.

But such power sometimes conveyed negative message to the “lower” class, which includes us. At a time when one of his relatives died with no clear evidence as to whether such death is suicide or murder, aside from wounds sustained by his body, Pogi and his company has nailed one suspect. Rumors have said that they have fabricated evidence, including the testimony of one of the alleged witnesses. The suspect was sentenced to life imprisonment, and is still in Bilibid.

Such event triggered the anger of his neighbors. And the negative message shifted to outburst and hatred. The man is really hated by some.

Just recently, my brother’s birthday came again. And he said that he would like to slaughter Pogi for pulutan. This is the tenth attempt to kill him. But one of the loyal lawyers – my mother – came to the rescue. Pogi the dog is still alive, and is still loved.

Also just recently, Pogi the human was found dead in his house. The wake is still ongoing. And according to some sources, there are only few who come to see his remains. It is a bad fate indeed. Pogi is now dead, and is still hated.

Jul
01

I’m tired. This is not an ordinary tiredness. I’m not gasping due to physical tiredness, but I’m becoming more and more psychotic due to psychological tiredness that I am feeling since 2 months ago.

It’s not a self-imposed tiredness. It is real. I’m tired that my body insists that it is despite the type of job I’m in. My neck is aching. The muscles at my back always remind me that I am tired, that I need to lean my back to bed longer, that I need to attend to my personal agenda like seeking medical advice, and that I need to be more physically active, say play basketball or badminton.

It’s my mind that tells the most. The longer I postpone my vacation leave, the more that my mind tells my body to insists to take a rest. I can’t give full focus to my job, that I usally report for work late for at least an hour. And I can’t sit on my swivel chair for at least an hour.

I already submitted my vacation leave application form, but my partner has not signed it yet. Worst scenario would be I will not report for work on those days indicated in my form, despite the absence of his approval.

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