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  July 15, 2008
by Mauro P. Sios-e


Where were you the 5th of July, 2008? I know where I was during that day. I was not at SPC’s 94th General Alumni Homecoming activities in Ormoc city.  Boy, did I miss a lot by being elsewhere! “A huge SUCCESS,” says Shalimar “Imay” On-Patalinghug in her email report to the batch 1983 yahoo group. 

It’s been over two weeks since the reunion jointly hosted by the 1983 and 1958 classes of SPC and news about the affair had barely leaked out.  What gives?  I thought it was the boredom that overwhelmed the attendees and telling the world about the affair was not really the first order of the day.  Jolly good, the opposite is simply true.  Almost everyone who joined the reunion is still reeling from the roller coaster ride the three-day affair offered.  Except for Imay who managed to sneaked-in a few details of the events, no one has come out yet to give us the juicy bits of information about the reunion.

Oh, let me correct myself. Gerry Arbis did manage to catch me online and in his own hilarious way, described the way things went during the reunion and of course the family day that immediately followed.  This information of course is rated for the consumption of paparazzi-minded readers only so if this you I’m talking about, just buzz and I’ll share the goods with yah, promise.

Meanwhile, here is Imay’s account of the activities.  She said it’s a big hit and “naukay daw ang taga Ormoc ato.” Tiaw mo kana.  So who cares if we lost to the Batch ‘84 during a friendly basketball game played Friday.  The game was part of the homecoming activities. We just gave the other team a consolation prize to wet their appetite since it’s going to be their turn to host next year’s reunion.  Isn’t it right, boys?  Ken Q, our yahoo group moderator, was there too with his family and mind you, this Canada-based batch mate was proudly wearing our team’s official basketball uniform too. Ken had to be contented to simply buoy our team’s spirit from the courtside.  He was not alone though. A lot of our batch mates were there to give moral support. Imay mentioned two of the Omega’s were there, Bobo and Richard who both came from Cebu.  Manila-based Selena Tugonon, my very, very dear friend back in high school, was on the sideline too. 

The next day, Saturday (D-day,) revealed more familiar faces during the parade. Imay made special mentioned of Marlon Aquino and Cynthia Galza from California; Rowena Valencia and Marissa Vivero from Manila and  Divina Malinao from Cebu. I’m sure there were many others who joined the parade and Imay could not just mentioned everyone in her initial report. She did say  Mildred Celedio was our banner bearer escorted by Ken Q.

A Holy Mass at the SPC gym followed the parade and then the traditional floral offerings for the founder of SPC, Fr. Ismael Cataag.  Now before going any further into Imay’s report, let me just assure you guys out there that there were a lot of cameras during those times and as soon as I get hold of the photos, they will be posted in this website.

What was surprising kuno, matud pa ni Imay, was the number of people who attended the alumni night.  The 450 expected people grew to about over 500 when the affair started at the gym.  Imay admitted they had to scramble and make the necessary arrangements for the overflow especially with the food to accommodate more people.  Tiaw mo na. 

Now I’m not saying that is the barometer of how successful the event was.  Perennial homecoming attendees said this year’s grand reunion was so far the best.  I would love to hear more details of the affair from those who were present so I can pass on the information to you.
However, Imay did mentioned that she saw more of our classmates there notably “Lynette Maglasang, Imelda Larrazabal, Ethel Navera, Angeli Bobares, Nathaniel Fiel, etc.  Gerry Arbis was there also and as promised, brought with him a cake that looks so good that everybody thought it was not a cake, just pillows put on top of each other.”

Another feature from our batch was the Powerpoint  presentation of Ed Kierulf.  Imay said “Lingaw kaayo mi sa powerpoint presentation ni Eduard.  He presented ato mga pictures from high school (panahon ni kopong-kopong pa to) and sa karon.  Alegre kaayo ato mga hitsura didto, mga niwang ug sexy pa kaayo.”  So there you go, matud pa ni Imay past midnight na sila naka uli. Lingaw gyud no? 

Sige lang, as soon lagi as I get more of the info about the affair that night, I would share them with you. As of now, everyone I think is still dizzy from the various excitements that the days, no, weeks offered. Weeks kay i heard naghuman pa ang pipila ka mga classmates sa Tacloban, Cebu and Manila og small-group get-together. Before we paused to await more reports especially from our class president Dr. Rhoel Dejano, let me just add one more tidbit.

Here’s how Imay described the Sunday fun of our classmates’ families in Albuera: “The next day, we had our family day sa resort ni Grace Cabiling in Albuera.  I would like to personally thank Grace for accommodating us even if she didn't graduate with us in high school sa SPC.  The kids had fun swimming and playing and the oldies (that's us kung modawat mo) had fun also reminiscing the good old days.  As usual daghan sungog-sungog sa mga former loveteams nga didto.  We also had games and the prizes were courtesy from Gemma, Lynette and Ethel.  Past 5 pm na mi nanguli”

So mga amigo, amiga, hulat lang ta sa sunod na kabanata. Until then,  enjoy the photo gallery of the events and Old Times Photos here in our website. Yuna pa, Ging naa kay ika dungag?


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One of GenSan's Best-Kept Secrets!

www.gerardoscakes.com

Mauro's Column

 

  Feb 28, 2007
by Mauro P. Sios-e


He started decorating stages in high school. His hands were perfect for the job. Gifted with artistic skills, Gerardo Arbis would not hesitate to cut out the letters that would spell-out the occasion for numerous events in school like musicals, religious rites and of course the official academic programs of SPC.

He was always in demand. Gerry, or plain “Arbis” to many, needs just the nature of the school program and he would fill in the details with his scissors and stuff. I remember him on his first day in school way back in our elementary days. Arbis was not the shy type, for sure. He was like an old timer in our grade-5 class, again even on his first day.  Within minutes, he was doodling and sketching on a piece of paper while talking and waiting for our teacher to assign him a permanent seat.

Today, no wonder, this guy who has his own legion of fans among our batch mates, still likes to decorate.  This time however, he pours his talents on coming up with the best looking cakes in his now adopted city, General Santos in Mindanao.  Cakes! Wow! He does not only decorate them, he bakes them himself. He has been to the best culinary schools in the country and has studied under Heny Sison’s  and  Sylvia Reynoso-Gala in Manila.

Going international, Arbis even went to Hong Kong and attended the Chopstick Cooking Center there and still he hopped-on to Bangkok, Thailand to learn the legendary cake1 cakes 2
cooking secrets of the Royal Thai School of Culinary Arts. Back in the Philippines, Arbis now concentrates on his widely popular business known simply as Gerardo’s Cakes. Now don’t let that name fool you, nothing is plain simple with Arbis’ creations. They are all top of the line work of arts.

Its no surprise members of the social elite in General Santos find in Gerardo’s Cakes the solution to their craving for the most impressive cakes during lavish parties. Arbis does not fail them. He delivers.  His clients do not mind the tens of thousands of pesos they shell out to get a masterpiece from Gerardo’s.  To them, Arbis is known as Chef Gerry. Hail to the chef!

Arbis travels to Cebu every now and then where his expertise is needed during culinary fests. Last week, I could not get hold of the guy since he was busy preparing to judge a culinary festival in Bukidnon.  I believe he too teaches local students who want to get a competitive edge in this kind of business.  The media giant ABS-CBN has already featured him on one of their popular tv shows not once but twice. That my friends is the reason why Gerardo’ Cakes is considered one of the best-kept secrets in General Santos. Ask Fiscal Jose Blanza, he is now based there too!

“I’m offering my cakes for a 50 percent discount to all our classmates who are still single these days and 100% Free to those who are getting married provided…provided… I get to choose their partners,” Arbis said.  What? Arbis gyud gihapon.  Hala ikaw na lang mag-Arbis.


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Who needs Math?

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  September 28 , 2006
by Mauro P. Sios-e


I have this personal principle about math:  I avoid it like the plague.  Maybe in my elementary days, my brain got burnt figuring out numerical mysteries on the blackboard.  The neurons' signals must have been waylaid when passing through the synaptic transmission. I feared the time when our math teacher would start the session.  Fortunately, Mrs. Teresita Tugonon, our math teacher then, was not the type who was fond of needling students about numbers. However, she was entirely into the habit of injecting  “small laughs” as comic relief.

This math aversion continued on to high school and I would usually start math class telling my seatmate, “Here comes the magician.”  Why? Well, what do you call people who appear before a crowd, whisked out numbers on the board and presents problems and before you know it, a solution appears on the board?  While some classmates would nod in understanding, I would look around for sympathetic faces, hoping I was not alone in not being able to follow what was happening.

Believe me, I tried my darn best to dissect a mathematical situation wherein our teacher asked us to determine how many hours would a certain water tank fill up if the diameter of the incoming pipe was this big.  Hard enough for me but wait, there is more. Our magician wants to know: what if the smaller outgoing pipe was also open at the same time the tank was filling in. Oh la la.

My mathematically oriented brain cells would easily give up and if not for the nerds like Jose Blanza or Gina Pongos, the cells would have been fried like eggs on a skillet.  There were other classmates who would raise their hands to volunteer to the blackboard and I envied them.  For me, the most scenic spot in the classroom then was either the ceiling or the floor.

I have been fortunate enough to have had very understanding math teachers in high school. They really knew how to handle students with math anxiety. They tried other approaches available inside and outside the classroom so math principles would not really be totally lost from our minds.

In college, it was a different ball game; you are left on your own. You sink or swim.  You dance the salsa or drop dead.  My encounters with algebra and trigonometry for example were too embarrassing to write here.  While I managed to survive, you can however see the dings and scratches all over my body, inflicted by square roots of five digit numbers, the quotient of the number of trees in a square mile of orchard with a distance of five feet between each trunk, xy + x – y, etc.

Those parts of my brain cells were so fried that I want to share with you this mystery:
Mr. Bigger, who is 5 feet 10 inches tall, and Mrs. Bigger, who is 5 inches shorter than her husband, had just fed their two year-old son about 30 grams of oatmeal, who is the biggest person among the family
? Give yourself a few minutes to calculate the answer before clicking this: (Answer here)

mao la kadto mga kasangkayan!


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So, What's your Answer?

Mauro's Column

  August 1 , 2006
by Mauro P. Sios-e


So there I was, all by my lonesome, picking on the red beans at the bottom of my melted halo-halo which was sitting on top of the corner booth table.  The halo-halo was great, believe me, but I was rather too preoccupied eyeing the sidewalk through the glass walls of the Ormoc Ice Cream House.  It was a Saturday and Florante Lapa and Wilson Cataag were obviously late.

I looked at my watch. It was almost 5 p.m. I might as well guzzle down the halo-halo straight on, I thought. No use wasting such a delicious treat.  Anyway, I still had to tackle my impatient cheeseburger next to it on the table. The poor sandwich must have been thinking, “When will this end? Devour me, devour me now!!”  The glass door opened and the two tardy boys marched in, fresh from their volleyball game at the luyo sa city hall.

“Sorry Mau, extended ang dula,” Wilson explained. He sat down across me and ignored the menu.  Florante remained standing unsure whether to go to the c.r. first or just sit down and order before relieving himself.

“I’m not hungry,” Wilson said but picked-up the menu anyway and fanned himself with it. The other guy excused himself to go the rest room. “You’ve got to order something,” I goaded Wilson and he ordered a burger. Florante wasn’t gone long, he came back and ordered a drink at the counter. 

Ormoc Ice Cream House, operated by Annette Larrazabal’s family, was an ideal place to rendezvous for seniors like us from SPC.  The food is great, the prices are reasonable and it’s very cool during humid weather. Ging-Ging Lasam-Martin says it was still open before she left Ormoc about two years ago.   Its location is close to the seawall and the park and for sometime, a meeting place before going into the afternoon disco at the Swing.  If I remember right, there was even a second floor dining area for those who like privacy.

I know for a fact that a number of the elusive sweet “yes” have been bestowed to a lot of suitors wooing the pretty lasses via love promises over Rocky Road or Vanilla ice cream with salted peanuts on the side.  This ice cream house indeed melted away any hard -as- rock heart of the young girls of our time. Let me mention one pair….no, I changed my mind...I still want to live.

Indeed puppy love is even sweeter if sweetened with the ever-sugary snacks a young pair could ask for inside the Ormoc Ice Cream house.  The sweet promises of the lad speak louder simply because his chocolate-coated words are music to his prospect.  Even those destined to receive the dreaded “no” are somewhat comforted by the fact that there is another chance for them in the future only if they subscribed to the principle of switching to another “flavor” to finally hit the mark in a girl’s heart. In other words, swapping tactics in romance is akin to toggling between the banana-split and the chocolate sundae.

And so it happened that that afternoon, the three of us, between mouthfuls of halo-halo and sandwich combined, did spy on a pair of lovebirds (our lips are sealed) in another booth apparently at a cross road in their own quest to cement a contract of youthful infatuation with each other.  The girl, in the same class as Wilson, began nervously twirling the stirrer knowing three ususeros were within eyesight inside Ormoc Ice Cream House. The boy who belonged to yet another section, totally ignored our presence and pretended to have an animated conversation with the girl. 

After about 10 minutes, the time we needed to consume our orders, the girl stood up and went to the rest room. The boy seemed resigned to the fact that he may have to change to another tact. He was so perturbed that he neglected his Club House sandwich. “Tan-awa bay o, murag busted man,” Wilson whispered. “Wala pa na mahuman, naghunahuna pa tong baji sa c.r.,” Florante said keeping his gaze on the empty plates before him.  I agreed with him and urged everyone to wait. For sure, the boy would render a full report once he would be alone with us. Right then, the three of us did not exist as far as the two were concerned, particularly the boy.

Well, there was no happy ending for the two. They did not make it or shall we say the boy did not covet the elusive “yes.” I have not heard of what happened to the boy but as of today, I know the girl, who is based in Ormoc, is happily married to a man not from our city. 

Well, end of story. I am tempted to write more but I would be treading on dangerous grounds. Actually not, but just the same let us just leave it at that.  Amo na lang to.

Anyway, there were other nice places to hang out in our high school years like the Boy Scout canteen operated at that time by Goito Yrastorza’s mom.  I don’t remember a lot of our batch mates spending idle time there but I do remember Roehl Dejaño and Richard Omega hanging out there after a tennis game.  How about the bowling alley at the old SPC-owned lot  (Aviles cor. Sn Pedro streets)?  That was something.  My memories over there would fill a Word document file size of one megabytes. 

So karon…ala SRA ta ni Sr. Luz.  Question: What is the story all about?

a) About Ice Cream
b) About Ormoc Ice Cream House
c) About Romance
d) About three friends
e) Best Places to hang out
f) Halo-halo (all of the above ba)

Again, just like SRA….you check your own answer. Open notes pero right minus wrong! Asa ka!

 

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An afternoon amidst silent witnesses

Mauro's Column
 
  July 31 , 2006
by Mauro P. Sios-e


“Watch your step there,” I called out to Jimmy Suson. “We could go over to that big tree there. I can see some boulders we could sit on,” he answered back, ignoring my warning and stepping on a piece of concrete slab covered with crawling vines on the ground.  It was almost four in the afternoon but still the sun was as hot as ever. 

We continued to walk along a narrow trail, looking forward to a quite respite in the shade. An hour before, we have been hanging out under a canopy of wild guava trees talking about nothing in particular. We decided to look for another spot and started walking. Till this day, I could not really comprehend why we had to pick, of all places, the Ormoc public cemetery as a place to spend one weekday afternoon.

We were then fresh graduates from high school.  As teenagers, we could have gone somewhere else where we could not see anything morbid.  All around us were white reminders of the dead.  The concrete tombs were all over and the gray grave markers for those buried six feet below the ground were difficult to avoid. Kalag-kalag was still a long way off thus the routine uprooting of unwanted undergrowth was still to happen.

I stopped in my tracks and remembered something. I turned around and signaled to Jimmy to follow me as I made a detour towards the grave of my godfather, the former police lieutenant Juan Garrido, father of classmate and childhood friend Perla Garrido. We stood over the grave of my Ninong who was KIA when we were still in high school. Jimmy stood there stoically watching me as I bowed my head in silent prayer. “Come on, let’s go,” Jimmy finally said breaking the short silence and waking me up from my deep thoughts. I wondered then where my other godparents, the Dizons, were also buried.

This time Jimmy led the way and just as we rounded up a corner of two-stacked pantheons, he silently pointed to a grave and I had to side-stepped to get a closer look at the marker that belonged to a departed parent of another classmate.  We made the sign of the cross and continued on our way.

Finally under the big tree, we just stood there for a moment as if making sure the boulders didn’t have “occupants” we might be disturbing if we sat on them right away. “So when are you leaving for Cebu, Jim?” I asked. He considered the question for a moment and then said, “I have to leave with my brother so it could be in the next day or two.” I told him I would be able to in a couple of weeks. “No need to hurry, my mother had already taken cared of my temporary home there,” I confided.

While we talked, an old woman with a kid in tow lighted some candles before the big cross, kneeled and prayed while the child went to a nearby shrubbery and started to pick the wild flowers covering a grave. We were the only ones in the cemetery, living humans that is, and the birds have ceased chirping and the crickets took over the symphony.  Convinced that we had raised enough mild ruckus to politely drive away the “di-sama-nato” from the boulders, I sat down on one of them, the boulders I mean.

As if on cue, Jimmy sat down just across me and leaned on the tree. “Anything special going on later tonight?” I asked. “No, I would just watch TV and prepare my stuff to bring to Cebu,” Jimmy said looking intently at the Makahiya leaves he was holding.  I gazed at it too, perplexed by the way it “coiled in shame” seconds after being touched. 

Hanging out at a cemetery would normally be bizarre for most teenagers but with Jimmy, I did not have morbid feelings. A little spooked maybe but that was it. I thought I was in a place of history, the place of the now dead who once inhabited the city and left behind families and friends. They have their own life stories too. 

So it went that way for the next hour, talking non-sense in the midst of the dead, until the sea breeze from Ormoc bay gradually died down and the quietness of the evening took over.  “Time to go, Mau,” Jimmy said standing up and brushing the bits of dried leaves from his pants. “Ok, let’s pass by the big cross and offer some prayers before we head down to the city,” I suggested. 

After finishing the ritual at the dakung krus, we started walking down the cemetery hill to Can-adieng just as the darkening sky slowly exposed the city lights that were growing in numbers among the houses and buildings.  I glanced back at the general direction of where the big tree was standing and told Jimmy, “I wonder if the not-like-ours are happy we left or perhaps disappointed that we left just before they could start playing tricks on us with the creeping darkness.” 
 
“Mau, you can go back and find that out for yourself. Meanwhile I’ll wait for you down there at the corner store and you can tell me what happened. I’m buying the drinks if ever you manage to come back,” Jimmy said seriously but with a hint of a mischievous smile on his face just as he quickened his steps. 

“Hey, wait up,” I cried keeping up with his pace.  He laughed and broke into a run. I followed suit and our voices echoed through the evening.  Tabi apo!

 
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My SOWA

Sona, Soca, Soba, Soya, Sowa (X2)
Rah! Rah! Rah!

Mauro's Column
 
  July 23 , 2006
by Mauro P. Sios-e


No, its not the cheering squad.  ‘Tis the season for state of the whatever addresses. Mrs. Gloria Arroyo has her State of the Nation Address (SONA), Mayor Eric Codilla has his State of the City Address (SOCA), Dr. Rhoel Dejaño might deliver his State of the Batch Address (SOBA), Ken Q might also announce soon his State of the Yahoo SPCian1983  Address (SOYA) and now allow me to give my own State of the Website Address (SOWA) to all of you.

Shalom!

Peaceful greetings to one and all. It has been about six months since our website spc1983.com was created out of necessity to create a medium of communication for our dear batch members who have longed for such an opportunity.  It was a coincidence that about the same time the SPCian 1983 Yahoo group was also launched by Ken Q.  The website started with just a small seed planted during one of those one-on-one conference I had with Rigel Arcayan.  I was then sounding off my plans to Rigel for an internet radio show for the batch. He promised hardware support and thus the internet webcast was born. 

The problem then was how to make it more convenient for our target audience to access the webcast without memorizing its long http: address.  I then proposed to create a website aptly called spc1983.com so classmates and guests can easily memorize the address.  In about a week in February, 2006, this website was set-up albeit crudely. Another two weeks passed before a more presentable look was launched.  Today, we have over 2,370 hits, not a lot really but this is an unadulterated figure and I must admit we have to do better in terms of promoting the site.

News items improvement

Ever since that time, our website has progressed into a magazine-type presentation.  One major attraction was the news section.  Although not frequently updated, the news items posted have generated immediate feedback from readers and this encouraging development pushed me to further improve the substance of the news.  I had coordinated with Mr. Emil Justimbaste of Ormoc City to allow us to link to his own Ormoc news website.  Emil was kind enough to put icing on the cake; he also submitted exclusive news report for our website.  Allow me to take this opportunity to thank Emil, a wonderful guy who has made it his crusade to awaken the slumbering Ormocanons.  He wants us to wake up to the reality that there is a treasure of history of the city waiting to be dug up.  Thank you Emil.

I could not forget the assistance of course from the countless supporters we had from various sectors. Thank you too. You have made the contents of the news section more interesting to the public.  I am pretty sure you will still continue to help us with the news-gathering for the website.

Columns 

The Counterpoint and Wazzup columns Ken Q and yours truly are writing came about when the news section was not enough to fill the initial site make-up.  So far Ken Q, despite his hectic schedule at work, has exerted efforts to come up with very interesting issues to the delight of our readers. I had hoped that other classmates would follow suit and write about just anything under the sun.  I am not giving up hope.  I know in the near future a few good men and women will answer the call. 

Gallery

With the initial set of pictures including headshots, this website has produce a respectable showcase of faces familiar to each and every none of us. A very rare picture, that of our CAT-1 activity, has rekindled our adventurous spirit prevalent way back in high school. I have to thank Glenn Tugonon for that. A combination of the then and now pictures simply show how time really flies.  Just recently, Rowena Valencia spent time and effort to scan the high school yearbook. We have posted the scanned pictures in our Yahoo SPCian 1983 group.  Sixto Ymas also promised to mail to us a copy of the yearbook so we can also create another set of pictures of young faces of our classmates, teachers and school staff.  Today, I have with me submitted pictures of contemporary activities from various classmates. In due time, they will be posted here in the website under the Activities menu.

Radio SPC1983

This is the real reason why the website exists.  The internet radio has produced one webcast so far but that does not mean it will end with that initial production. On the contrary, several productions are currently being considered. Once the website becomes stable and somewhat self-sustaining, the internet webcast will continue.  Rigel is playing a very important role here as he is trying to set-up my very own web server so I can directly encode and post the finished product for immediate webcast to listeners.  Meanwhile, the production facilities in my studio have been updated with the latest software and hardware to interview guests from all over the world. A video webcast is still not feasible as of today due to the fact that there are still website visitors who rely on dial-up internet connection but definitely, the video webcast is in the drawing board.  A proto-type will be launched soon.

Free Ads for Batch Members

Dr. Denia Bulilan-Quisido ’s ad is the first such free exposure of personal businesses or services to the public.  Soon, Chingbee Munoz-Abad’s reading clinic will have its own advertising space within the website’s pages.  Only batch members with their own businesses or services will be allowed to post ads in the website.  As of today, while I am still available, I can create our batch mates’ ad copies free of charge of course. I am therefore encouraging members with personal businesses or services to get in touch with Ken Q or me regarding this free advertising in our own website.  Members must agree however to certain restrictions including some caveats that we will be posting in our website.

Halo-Halo Delights

A "scramble" of various presentations is located on the lower left quadrant of our website.  These include the audio-visual rendition of about four songs by some members of our batch, a slideshow of a mini-reunion in New York of still another group of batch mates and a host of other entertainment features. More Flash animations and perhaps videos will be introduced soon, the present ones are somewhat too simple but that is because i have only read the basic functions of the program.

A guest book is also available for reading and of course writing of feedbacks from site visitors. We encourage you to click on the guest book link and do drop some lines to tell us your thoughts about the group and the website. So far only about 5 entries are in the guest book but again we are optimistic more will sign it and leave some messages.  We are very proud that some ormoc-related internet websites have placed a link in their site to our spc1983.com and this is very encouraging since it simply shows we have gained acceptance among our peers in the social groupings.

There are other things that need to be said about our website but lets just say we’ll leave it to future interactions to reveal it's real potential. Right now, this is the state of our website; a young, fresh and eager endeavor that will call upon our batch mates, school mates, friends, relatives and of course the general public to leave behind animosity and foster closer relations with each other.  May I reiterate my gratitude to all those who have simply extended their helping hand in making this website a reality!

Ladies and gentlemen, this is my State of the Website Address or SOWA.

Thank you and shalom!

GTG-MSK!

Mauro Paler Sios-e
Website Administrator
July 23, 2006

 
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Pirates

Mauro's Column
  July 10 , 2006
by Mauro P. Sios-e


Shalom!

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I reached Tinseltown around 11:30 p.m. I had just enough time before the movie starts at midnight. I usually don’t watch movie on opening nights but watching Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest on such a night with Britta Arcayan and the kids would be fun. Too bad Rigel could not join us, he was stuck at work.

Britta got there early to guarantee movie tickets at the box office. When I arrived there, I had to park like four or five parking bays away from the movie house. There were simply many moviegoers wanting to see the latest Johnny Depp flick. I scanned the parked vehicles hoping to see Britta’s Mercedez Benz SUV. I would have wanted to leave my car at the Arcayan home and hitched a ride on her brand new Mercedez and get a feel of the SUV’s luxurious features. I had already been in Rigel’s own GMC Yukon SUV and being used to driving sedans, I feel like nakalugsong ba.

Anyway, Brent, the couple’s wonder kid met me outside the building and led me to her mom past the box office with tickets in hand.  Britta was already among those forming a beeline for drinks and popcorn. “Hi Mau, saka na mo didto sa taas, Britney is saving three other seats for us,” Britta said and again asked Brent to take me there.  Sure enough the movie house was packed. Britney, Brent’s elder sister, was sitting on one of the four empty seats.  The lights were on and the people there, who were mostly teenagers, were busy talking or moving about.  Teenagers are restless even inside the movie house. 15 more minutes and its show time, I thought.

Britta and Brent, who went down again to keep her mom company at the snack counter, were still stuck in line when the trailers started. The lights were turned off and there was a hush. Instinctively, my right hand was holding on to the folded seat beside me. There were still people coming up the aisle and asking if the vacant seats were already taken.

Two trailers more to go before Britta and Brent finally appeared at the foot of the stairs carrying two large-sized sodas and two even larger bags of popcorns. They zigzagged up the stairs past those still unable to find seats and finally sat down in time for the start of the featured presentation.

One must have watched the previous episode to fully enjoy the present one.  Luckily I had although that was back in 2003.  I really enjoyed Pirates of the Caribbean, Curse of the Black Pearl three years ago that most of the characters and plots have remained embedded in my mind to this day.   The first Pirate movie opened with naval Lt. Norrington warning the young child, Elizabeth Swann, about pirates in the high seas. They were then on board a British navy ship which came upon what remains of a commercial ship after it was apparently ransacked by pirates. They rescued a young boy named William “Will” Turner and as the young Elizabeth was ordered by her father, Governor Swann, to take care of the still-unconscious boy, she took a pirate medallion off Will’s chest and hid it lest Lt. Norrington would know  about the boy’s pirate background.

Past forward to the time when Elizabeth had grown into a beautiful lady and Will became a craftsman in a place called Port Royal.  Lt. Norrington was promoted to Commodore. Enter Johnny Depp as  Captain Jack Sparrow, a flamboyant pirate who had just escaped his island prison after being left there by his mutinous crew led by his second-in-command and now captain of Jack’s ship, Black PearlCaptain Barbossa.  Jack was imprisoned in Port Royal even after rescuing Elizabeth in a near-drowning incident.  Meanwhile, Jack’s former crew onboard the Black Pearl attacked Port Royal hoping to recover the last medallion that will help in lifting the curse laid upon them.

As the story went,  Captain Barbossa and his crew were cursed to becoming zombies. They were said to be the undead. They took Elizabeth hostage and got the medallion back from her.  Will sprung Jack from prison so they both could take back Elizabeth and at the same time Jack can  have his ship, the  Black Pearl,  back too.  In the end of the first Pirate movie, both Will and Jack got what they wanted. Captain Barbossa was killed ironically after he and his men were released from the curse,  Elizabeth was rescued and Jack was installed again as the captain of the Black Pearl. In the second Pirate movie,  Pirates of the Caribbean,  Dead Man’s Chest,  the adventure continues.  Now, I must leave you to find out yourself what Disney productions prepared for you this time. 

 

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Multi-tasking

Mauro's Column
  July 4 , 2006
by Mauro P. Sios-e


Shalom!

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Today’s world is full of multi-tasking. Granting watching TV qualifies as a task, a simple example would be a person holding on one hand a remote control and on another a firmly grasped mouse. No, not the live one, the other one.  Now lets try to complicate this set-up a little bit.  Add a desktop computer screen with the latest news online and still on a laptop screen, the Yahoo Instant Messenger window with 14 yellow-glowing icons of contacts with the other 24 grayed-out contacts offline.

The first one to buzz was Chingbee and thus, one YM window opened. The night’s King of the Hill episode on TV takes a commercial break so with my left hand, I typed hello to greet Chingbee.  The video-cast on CNN was coming on and I turned down the TV volume and expanded the CNN video window.  The streaming video started with some preambles so I hit the keys to send more messages to Chingbee.  Twiiing! Oh, it’s Rowena Valencia-Ceniza on another YM window.  I said hi and thanked her for sending the yearbook pictures via email. The King of the Hill came back after the commercials. I love this show as it makes me laugh hard.

Chingbee’s next message was an invitation to view her web cam.  I missed the CNN news video presentation. Well, I thought I could always go back later.  I answered some of Rowena’s queries before I accepted the view web cam button.  Chingbee’s face momentarily filled my web cam view window and a few seconds later she backed-out revealing some of her students milling around her as she sat facing her computer.  My eyes went from one screen to other. So the Philippine government has received over 200 police patrol cars with the newly designated PNP Chief showing the president the fleet in a ceremony in Manila. The online news had no other major news that caught my attention except a headline that read Kenneth Lay Dead. What? Oh, it’s the recently convicted ENRON founder, Kenneth Lay, who faced sentencing for various corporate crimes. He died of a massive heart attack before he could be sentenced.

I glanced back to Chingbee’s web cam view and saw some cute little boys and girls elbowing each other to get a nice position for the camera. There was mayhem. Chingbee had to restrain one boy so another could take his position in front of the computer. She sounded off their names (earlier, while I was typing my response to Rowena, I accepted a voice chat invitation from Chingbee) and I managed to say hi to each of them.  Meanwhile, the TV again went into commercials but not before I managed to laugh at the antics of one mainstay of the show.  Twiing! Rowena’s minimized window blinked and I opened it to read her new messages.  She said she’s preparing for a flight early the next day. I decided to ignore it while I continued to view Chingbee helping one of boys changed shirt.  She said its recess time and it’s a free for all. Good thing Leana, Chingbee’s hija, was around to help shepherded the kids. I saw her in the background sitting down and playing the guitar.  Click, click, staccato click.  My keyboard responded quickly to my typing and out went my answer to Rowena.

I did not notice that the next TV show was already in progress.  That’s 70s Show starring Ashton Kutcher and the gang was on. Chingbee’s voice and the TV sound were competing but I did not have the time to adjust their volume controls as I noticed Emarito “Em” Luzares’ idle icon changed to available. I have been waiting to chat with Em. I need his picture for the column he submitted.  There is no other time but now, I thought. I fired off some messages and while waiting for his answer, I suggested to Chingbee for us to switch over to typing our messages instead of the voice chat so I could listen to what was going on TV.

So there I was. A TV show in progress; Philippine national, regional and local news on one computer screen and three chat mates on the laptop internet connection.  I have to rotate my maneuvers and hoped no more Yahoo Messenger contacts would come online.   But it was not to be.  Another contact popped-up, this time its Roy, the hubby of batch mate Ethel Gallego. He works in the IT Department of Ormoc City Hall.  He reported on the developments of the city’s website. We exchanged some banters while I hurriedly typed new messages to Chingbee and Rowena. By this time, Em had answered my messages. Twing..twing…twing! Wow, like machine guns, all of them sent some lines almost simultaneously.  I panicked and hit by mistake the media player icon and all stood still for a few seconds while the program began loading.

I can’t do anything but wait, so I shifted my attention to the TV and that was when I realized I already saw that episode but nevertheless I continued to glue my face to the TV screen.  My hands automatically went back to the keyboard and typed short oks, mao bas and yes, yes to all of them.  I had to feed Chingbee something to get her off the screen for a while. I decided to give her the link to my personal photo site.  It worked. Chingbee was silent for a few minutes. In fact, it stretched to about 15 minutes as I saw her disappear from the web cam view. Next thing I knew she was already talking to a parent in the background. Part of her job, I guess. 

One temporarily down, three more to tackle. It’s not everyday that I get entangled in this kind of web. Ding-dong! Ayay, another one.  Opps, it’s the missus.  “Hello, dong,” kuno. Agoy unsa kaha ako sala karon.  I sighed with relief as she was just dropping by to say she’s going to the merkado. Good! I thought. Sige lag Gaisano or SM.  Click, click…..This time its for Em and Wena. Buzz! It’s mi wifey again, impatient now. “Are you in the middle of something over there,” she wrote, “You seemed busy.” She was not accustomed to me taking more than a few seconds to respond. “As a matter of fact, I am. I’m multi-tasking.” I replied not specifying the tasks at hand. “Ok, got to go. Pag-tarong diha Mauro ha.” She said and signed off.

The good thing about chatting with friends is that they don’t prompt you for an immediate response. They just wait for you to answer.  In fact, they do that too, I mean taking time to answer my messages.  Take Chingbee for example, without the web cam, I would not know if she’s still around during some moments of our chat. She would stay silent for about five minutes and then sends messages as if she never left her computer.  Ingon ana ka busy ning bayhana. 

So that is how things went that night when I had about about  five Yahoo Messenger contacts to attend to simultaneously.   It went on for about an hour. After my wife, Ann, who was last to come, first to go, next to go was Roy. He remained online but became idle after a few minutes.  Next was Em. Maldito nig gamay si Em.  Mibiya with a little paibog…ingon siya,“ Adto na ko Mau. Mokaon sa ko. Pochero!,” That was his parting words and it left me salivating. Maldito nga Em. 

Rowena lingered for a while, our chat became more relaxed. I learned that Wena studied at SPC for two years, from 3rd to 4th year high school, yet she said she had lots of wonderful memories during her school days there.  She finished elementary at the San Carlos Girls High School in Cebu and transferred to Lapu-Lapu City for her freshman and sophomore years in high school.

Facing life challenges was not new to her, so I am not surprised that she achieved lots of things in her life like having a wonderful family, a nice house, a very responsible husband and as a bonus, loyal high school batch mates.

Chingbee went offline but only after her students for the afternoon session started to come in.  Then I realized, I was not the only one who was doing multi-taking. Chingbee had been doing her own everyday with the kids and stuff.  Alone now, I turned off the TV, closed the online news window and let the laptop doze itself to sleep.  I stood up and walked away from my workstation, my steps wobbly due to my lethargic legs. I had been sitting for so many hours without shifting much my position. I headed directly to bed but even in my sleep, my dream was still about multi-tasking but I won’t bore you with the details. Not yet anyway. I had enough multi-tasking for one day.

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Superman & Superwoman-
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Mauro's Column
  July 2 , 2006
by Mauro P. Sios-e


Shalom!

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So the SPCian 1983 Yahoo Group is growing. That’s good and you know what’s even better? We get to have a representative each from the other school batches to join as honorary members.  Ken Q, group moderator, has decided to relax the membership commandments and allowed, for starters,  Malen Larrazabal of SPC Batch 1982 to sign up as liaison between our two batches. Good call.  I do hope this development would bring in more information about the SPCian alumni.

So far, there are about 32 SPCian 1983 Yahoo Group members. Among the latest to join are Rebecca “Chingbee” Munoz-Abad and Nicolas Pongos.  I just had a nice yahoo chat with Chingbee and she updated me with wazzup from her end.  Chingbee is quite busy these days and mind you, not just the ordinary busy bee but super busy. They should cast her as tinseltown’s “Superwoman” opposite the now-showing “Superman” at stateside theatres.

Well anyway, Chingbee has her hands full with her students. She has a reading clinic in Cainta, Rizal and her students are a vibrant lot.  Super titser Chingbee is a superhero to her students, always there to catch them when they fall, using her super vision to keep an eye on them through walls, and super hearing to listen for the slightest whimper among them. With her master’s degree in early grades (K to Gr. 2) and Reading from UP-Diliman,  titser Chingbee planned to expand her reading clinic.  Maybe one of these days, you will see her in Ormoc City, particularly at SPC sharing her expertise with  the local schools.  She was featured in one of the books written by her former professor at UP. On top of her teaching duties, Chingbee is also a loving mom to her children; Cathy, Leana, and Drian.


Titser Chingbee with her students

I could not question Chingbee’s loyalty to Ormoc.   Leana, 15 years old now and Drian, 14 have the same birthday day, June 29. This is the same day Ormoc celebrates its annual fiesta.  In addition, her reading clinic’s foundation day is, guess when….every 29th of June.  To top it all, she married a namesake of the apostle Peter, one of the patron saints of Ormoc.  Cool huh?

The best part hinuon of our chat was the recollection of the elementary years particularly the childish name-callings  many of our classmates gave to each other. Chingbee could not forget Hilbert Sarit who was perpetually teasing girls and boys alike.  I was surprised she could still remember many of our schoolmates then like Ofelia Alonzo.  I wonder where Ofelia is now.

For his part, Nicolas Pongos is also quite busy these days too. I would like to hear from this adventurous guy.  I am pretty sure Nicky Boy has lots of stories to share though most of them are classified as of today.  If  Chingbee is our Superwoman, then I dare say Nicky Boy is our Superman. Why, you asked?  Let me just say, he can fly man. Heck, Nicky Boy can and that’s why I call him our Superman. 

Well, for now that’s all folks. That is not the end of it though. Let’s try to find out wazzup with the other guys.  Malipayong Paksiw sa inyong tanan!

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Other Columns

An Afternoon (08/01/06)
My SOWA(07/23/06)

Pirates(07/10/06)

Multi-Tasking(07/04/06)
Superman(07/02/06)

Sts. Peter & Paul (06/29/06)
One Night....(06/20/06
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Dakung Kalipay (06/13/06
The Reason Why (05/16/06)
James ((04/18/06)

Luyo Sa City Hall(04/11/06)

Games We Used to Play(04/04/06)
Attention (03/28/06)
Nuns Here, There (03/21/06)
Well-Loved President(03/14/06)
Turning 40 (03/07/06)
Welcome (02/28/06)

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