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Scriptum Issue No. 12 4th Quarter 2006

bahal man lang ang naa sa Sevilla. . . Naa kuno diay pud Henesey didto galling kay wrong spelling lang. Mora diay'g DVD ba nga made in China Mao diay! ooOoo Seminarian again. Finding contentment under Liklik's The Juntabs Visit. Papal Nuncios are not the only ones who care, JunTabs found reason to attend (again!) the go on visitation. Juntabs tried to prove this to his former batch Australian-sponsored HR seminar in Ortigas. So for a mates when he announced his arrival on the 13th of September in week, he became a "seminar-ian" once more. (As the wise Manila. Good thing, none of them was triskaidekaphobic like Ingents would put it, "gulong ng palad" or life goes in Erap, lest his visit would have been seen as an unfortunate event circles.) He texted the usual people that he was coming and having fallen on an that he would be happy to meet with them again, even unlucky day. if they were not happy to see him again (especially Liklik Akiatan was Liklik). So the usual people gathered in the usual kind enough to place at the usual time last Oct 18. And guess what? accommodate him, The usual people (Liklik, Soc and Nox) came and the taking note of the usual person (Kriss formerly known as McAbs) was concerned messages sent absent. Yes, even if, according to JunTabs' text by the others: "Bantayi message, "Kriss formerly known as but now gyud na kay ilaronon ra unknown" wanted to meet him in person. ba gyud na.", "Basi'g ooOoo magutoman 'na ha kay di Tagbilaran . On the occasion of the 1st death ra ba kahibaw anniversary of Nox's mother (see Scriptum #9, 1st Qtr m a n a g a l o g . " 2006) and his father's 9th death anniversary, the "Nagasadya ug Using the wall-mounted mirror and a cell traditional prayers were said. On Oct 29, Sunday, the nagahimaya ang akong phone, Soc, Liklik (hidden), Juntabs, and dynamic duo, AlPats and JunTabs, came to attend not kasingkasing sa imong Nox took their own picture during dinner the partaking of the holy meal but the actual meal pag-abot. Anus-a ka at Bacolod Inasal. itself. Soc texted that he was in the vicinity and would mouli?" drop by. Unfortunately, the hectic schedules of the To mark the occasion dynamic duo would not permit them to stay longer. By a gathering was held at Mr Choi’s Kitchen inside Robinsons Pioneer. The group the time Soc arrived with Fr Ben Pelias, MSP and Alvin converged at 5:30PM. Chinese food was served, making JunTabs Mosqueda, they had already left. ooOoo uneasy at the Chinese names and characters. He finally mustered And Again. As if to help the international sponsor to enough courage to point at something, not knowing what it was. After a hearty dinner, the group settled for coffee and tea at the waste more money on training, JunTabs came to Manila again for the third time in such a short span of time. On the Coffee Beanery, where Wifi access is free. third week of November, he was happy to announce that he There JunTabs was deluged with brotherly advice from his former classmates who admonished him on a lot of things like: was staying at Liklik's house again. The usual group "Ayaw pag-escalator diri nga side kay mahal ang bayad. Didto planned to meet for dinner on a Wednesday. Unfortunately, sa pikas kay mas barato.", "Naa pu'y bayad sa CR ha." They it did not push through when the group started asking, wondered what took him so long to use the CR which was only a "JunTabs, asa man ka mang-libre?" ooOoo few meters away. IHMS on Wikipedia. The largest online encyclopedia But he empressed them all when he brought out a Sony Vaio laptop that he kept in his backpack, prompting Soc to ask, "Unsa is called Wikipedia, which surprisingly is maintained by a loose community of contributors. In fact, anyone man kuno'y ngan ana 'bi?". And Liklik, "Moandar ba pud na?" After a careful scrutiny, Nox issued a verdict that in fact it was (registered or just a casual surfer) can edit any page on the site. It seems to be an ingredient for chaos, but, amazingly, a laptop and it was working. there is order on the site. An entry on IHMS has been posted JunTabs stayed with Liklik in Valley Verde. and constantly being updated. You can access the site by OoOoo On a Friday the 13th. No series of unfortunate events led Fr pointing your browser to this URL or site: Soc Mesiona and Msgr Yiets Cabayog to the house of Ramir http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/IHMS. ooOoo Cimfranca who served as host for the two on October, Friday the And Still Another. Another of our batch mates, Arnold 13th. Good thing that none of them was superstitious, except for Soc who always had been a worrier besides being a Cespon, who is based in Tagbilaran, texted Liklik that he hypochondriac. They came from different routes, one by way of was in Manila to attend the San Miguel Corporation Okinawa the other by way of places that sounded like Japanese, Christmas party held last December 18. Unfortunately, the into the welcoming arms of RamCims. Msgr Yiets and Fr Soc festivities in Metro Manila peak in December as corporate parties are held a week before Christmas. Thus, plans to stayed overnight with the Cimafranca family, in a 4th floor Tokyo meet up with his batch mates fizzled out as his batch mates apartment that Soc described as huge and elegant. RamCims is participate in their respective company's celebration. said to have been working as an investment banker for an ooOoo international bank based in Tokyo. So night out in the super TIPASI on Yahoo. In December, Ariel Dominguez, the expensive city like Tokyo meant bottles and bottles of Hennessey TIPASI president, sent an email announcing the creation of XO "nga tinuba pag-tagay ni RamCims", according to Soc who the TIPASI Yahoo eGroup. TIPASI is the name of the resented being zombie-like the following day due to a terrible alumni association in Tagbilaran City. The eGroup is hangover. Days later, Soc still felt repulsion at the smell of accessible through this URL: alcohol--”leftover" memories of an unfortunate drinking . experience with an expensive cognac. Wa 'tawon maanad kay

Class Notes

SCRIPTUM Newsletter SCRIPTUM is published quarterly by the IHMS HS batch 80 and College Batch 84 for the purpose of continuing the “storytelling” that we always loved to do. It is given free to all members of the two batches. It is also open to contributions from its members. If you want to sponsor an issue, please email us. It will not cost you much. EDITORIAL BOARD: Editor-in-Chief for Life: Al Patenio Circulation Managers: Juntabs, MarJals and Arnold Cespon. Business Managers: Kriss (formerly known as McAbs) and Juntabs Contributors (nga hangtod karon wa pa gihapon makacontribute): Members of HS Batch 80 and College Batch 84. (Castellar and Times New Roman fonts used)

Immaculate Heart of Mary Seminary, Taloto, Tagbilaran

SCRIPTUM

Nox (partly hidden), Liklik during the first visit of Juntabs. Taken inside Mr Choi’s.

The Unofficial and Unauthorized Newsletter of the IHMS Batch HS 80 and College 84 4th Quarter 2006

Issue No. 12

Though they may look alike, Juntabs and Soc (posing here for the cellphone inside Choi’s Kitchen) are not twins.

Msgr Cabajog at the center with Fr Soc to his left enjoying dinner hosted by RamCims and his Japanese wife. The two priests on the left side of the photo are the MSP priests assigned to Japan.

Messages Words of wisdom we caught during the exchange of emails on the IHMS Yahoo eGroup. From: Date:

Yodie Pacudan Dec 17, 2006 3:33 PM

We are all laborers in the vineyard of the Lord. We are to be source of inspirations to one another, not competition. We belong to the same body. We work and pray for the glory of God. According to Msgr. Peling Dompor we are like seeds (semen) in the "arium"(box), nurtured to grow to be priest primarily and then once matured transferred to another place. So from the seminary it is not a question if you became a priest or not, left the priesthood or not. We are transferred in another place, time and work for the glory of God. We have the same Lord, the same Spirit, but different ministries for the glory of God. Pareho ra tanan Dong kalahi lahi lang ug mga buhat sumala sa atong gasa sa Espiritu Santo. In baptism we share the three aspects of Christ--priest, king and prophet. Although some theologians would like to distinguish ordained priesthood from ministerial priesthood, para nako basta gasunod ta sa mando sa Ginoo nga mao ang paghigugma sa Dios ug atong isig-kaingon sakto na 'na.

Yahoo eGroup Message #1182 of 1235 From: Roel Lungay Date: Thu Dec 28, 2006 3:27 pm Thanks for inviting me to IHMS eGroup kay nangaraan naman unta ta ani pero karon paman ko nakabalita bahin sa atong IHMS. Maayong pagkalipat da. LoL. L better than N. Hey, Manox, I enjoy reading Scriptum. Keep it up! You're the last of the breed, hehehe. (Wala naman tawn ang ISDA, ISDAmerica, etc). We start feeling even older when we lose sight of the past and lose the current connection. I really appreciate! (Roel Lungay)

EDITORIAL

Remembering Christmas in IHMS Most of our memories of Christmas in IHMS are always fun. The class preparation, the caroling, the evening program, the party and, of course, the overflowing drinks, and the most anticipated of all, the Christmas break--all these make up our image of Christmas in this hallowed seed-box. But behind the veneer of fun lies the other side that can only be described as lonely. After the festivity, when we turned off the music or when we traveled back to our family for the holiday, we quietly went on our own. It was a lonely path we took. Looking back, we realize that life then was a sink or swim. We had to steel our feelings in order to survive. We always tried to The empty chapel viewed from the sacristy, a familiar hide our emotions. We enjoyed the attention of females, but we site to solitary souls who wander either to pray or to tried to feel aloof and detached. Never bothered. We thought feast on unleaven bread stored in the cabinet. emotion was a sign of weakness. We were acting our age, yet we had to rise above our feelings. We did not know if that was the best way to cope with life. But it certainly made us survive through all those years. And those who couldn't manage, faltered along the pathway. We were supervised by young priests who must have been going through their own emotional processes, too. So we trudged down the path mostly on our own. No wonder people would always say that we were less equipped emotionally. After all, we were mostly on our own, in a rather unusual environment. This is the other side of our memory of Christmas in IHMS. When the fun subsides and night settles down, we remember the lonely time we spent as we walked back to the dorm or as we head for home for vacation. It was a lonely walk. But it strengthened us, helped us survive, and made us who we are now. (MSA)

Pitogo on My Mind By Soc Mesiona The Parish Aid Campaign was a seminary program that sent seminarians to the different parishes to make an appeal for aid, both cash and in kind. We were 4th year college seminarians then when Kriss formerly called McAbs and I volunteered for Pitogo (formerly named Lapinig and later Pres Carlos P Garcia Island), a tiny island across the sea of Ubay. Both of us were excited because it was going to be our first time to go to Pitogo. But our excitement did not come from the idea of getting aid for the seminary but rather for the sheer adventure of going to an unfamiliar island. It was Friday after lunch when we were excused from community activities, as we prepared for the long trip to Ubay. A little past 2:00 PM, we boarded a St. Jude bus bound for Ubay, which was around 124 km from Tagbilaran City. As the road zigzagged along the eastern coastline, we relaxed and started to enjoy the trip. The skies were clear and quiet, in stark contrast to the blue seas that rushed towards the shore and broke into white froth. Our souls were not only enriched but also soothed. The only distraction was the bus stopping every now and then to load and unload passengers. Sometimes the loading would be prolonged depending on how quick the conductor could help

SCRIPTUM, I, nt. something written. Contact Us If you belong to any of the batches, whether you lasted for one day or eight years, please contact us. Email: [email protected] [email protected] Visit: http://egroups.yahoo.com/group/ihms Postal: c/o Fr. Soc Mesiona, MCPO Box 1006 Makati City, Philippines You may get your copy of Scriptum at Libro Bohol Bookstore 75 J.A. Clarin St. , Tagbilaran City Tel: 411-2164 Or, download them at egroups.yahoo.com/group/ihms/files

Sponsor In the previous issue, we took out this section since all we received were nothing but pledges. Surprise! A bad boy at that, donated $50 for the printing of Scriptum. I am sure you remember "Bad Boy" Mesiona (HS '81)--no not the Socrates that we know, but "Bad Boy" himself who actually is good by donating. (Please, don't ask us why he's called Bad Boy.) Thanks, Bad Boy. May your tribe increase! And may the alumni emulate your bad--er, good-deed!

load and unload the cargo and baggage. No wonder buses plying that route were described as "kusog modagan pero dugay moabot." When we reached Ubay, it was already dark. So Kriss formerly known as McAbs and I decided to Writing Scriptum seek shelter for the night at the rectory and take a banca for Pitogo the following day. Fr. Boyles, the Each batch is unique, a world of its parish priest of Ubay, was gracious enough to provide own. There are jargons--for example us accommodation. Before retiring to bed we were in our class--that evoke lots of memories but which are utterly told that we could take the banca after breakfast. meaningless to the non-members. A The following day, Saturday, after breakfast, we went to the pier to catch the boat to Pitogo. The banca simple incident can mean a lot to us who knew the long history or series was of modest size, enough to accommodate about of stories related to that incident. twenty passengers. Having grown up in the interior Thus, writing on Scriptum makes part of Bohol, traveling at sea was quite an experience us recall those little incidents and the for me. I was so thrilled every time the banca rode the people involved in them. Looking back we always feel that it was a crest and trough of the big waves. It was noon when we touched the shores of Pitogo. different world all together that we What caught our attention were the cases of San lived in--too different and too Miguel beer, piled up high on one side of the crude distant. We had our own world, with our pier. We found out later that the people had the own set of experiences, different tendency to live like one-day millionaires. Whatever from that of the other batches. With they earned from fishing (we were told that they would this newsletter, we share our world even reach as far as Palawan and Batanes fishing), to you. We invite you to share yours they would spend them everything on beer, as if there with us. was no tomorrow to look forward to. Thus, beer was good business on the island. (Continued to page 3. Pitogo. . .)

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Scriptum Issue No. 12 4th Quarter 2006

December 1983. The first time I heard her name, I did not bother. I was too engrossed in a book inside my room in Dorm A, on the side occupied by the 3rd year college students. My cubicle was near the chinning bar that Olaer loved to use. It had a single wooden vertical window that opened up to the second floor corridor. It was the only window of my cramped existence that surprisingly fit a single steel bed, a table set against a wall with barely enough space for my elbows, a chair and an open cabinet. But it afforded me a good view of the flagpole, rotunda, and the high school building. And if I keep it open at night--which I always did even if passers-by could easily intrude into my private life--I could see the stars above the canopy of avocado leaves. I think it was the evening star that always lulled me to sleep as I lay down on my bed. There was a commotion when a vehicle entered the Seminary gate late that Friday night. I h e a r d t h e seminarians, both the seniors and juniors, scrambled f r o m t h e i r respective cubicles Second floor corridor outside Dorm A. Note to get a good view of the third window from the left. a passenger inside. "Guwapa kaayo si Anne (not her real name, of course), bay"--I heard someone brag at having had the good fortune of seeing her when the car passed near the lighted area. She was said to be with a group of Divine Word College students who were taking part in some school play. They brought home Fr. Joesum after the practice. I just glanced from my window but didn't bother to see the object of their interest. The poetic musings of a Filipino Jesuit about the despicable social injustices committed by the Marcos regime were far more fascinating. I went back to my reading.

The next day, however, I was curious. I also learned her family name. It was almost Christmas break, and our class was preparing for the caroling. I was put in-charge of collating a list of potential families to visit for our caroling. It was then that I decided to look up her family name in the phone directory. There was only one entry under that name. I took down the address and during our free time, I together with JunTabs volunteered to deliver the letters to the families in Tagbilaran. To save on cost, we walked. We did not mine. We were young then, all rearing for adventure. I remember Juntabs making a comment, "Baskoga pud ka molakaw, Nox, oy!" And I would counter, "Dili oy. Gagmay man lang ka'g lakang." Well, it gave us a reason to "escape" the four walls of the seminary. And we were so happy. We enjoyed every moment of it--visiting the homes and delivering the letters. Of the number of letters in our possession, we set aside one letter for last. Soon, we were down to the last letter. Juntabs and I started to inquire around, but no matter how much we tried we really couldn't find the address. Juntabs thought I had erroneously copied the address. We wanted to give up, but we decided to try one last time. We then realized that we were searching on the wrong end of Torralba Extension. So we walked back to where we came from. We finally found the house. It was not by the roadside. That was probably the reason why we also missed it. A young boy was playing on the small lawn that separated the gate from the house. We hesitated. Then we asked the boy if it was the residence we were looking for. He said yes. So I handed him the letter. Juntabs was straining his neck hoping to catch a glimpse for her. But there seemed to be no one else there. JunTabs was persistent, "Naa lagi 'to sa sulod! Pangutan-a." So I asked the boy if he had a sister by the name of Anne. He said, "Yes". Our hearts jumped. I grabbed the letter from his tiny fingers and told him to call her, which he did. When she peeked from the door, smiling, our jaws dropped. We were speechless. I could only manage to raise my hand holding the letter. Her hands were covered in white lather. She was washing, she said, but she was kind enough

The Person Behind That Name By Manox Arcamo

to stop what she was doing. She came near us at the gate. I started explaining our purpose, the caroling, our batch, and the jail apostolate. Juntabs would butt in to fill in some details. The explanation took more than 10 minutes, until JunTabs and I had nothing else to say. I looked at Juntabs hoping that he would continue where I left off. He also looked at me hoping that I could think of something else. There was nothing else to say, but we wanted to stay some more. I View of the HS Bldg with the flag pole at the center of the rotunda, taken from the second started laughing at floor corridor of the college building. our folly. Juntabs too cracked his trademark laughter that flushed his dimpled cheeks and smothered his eyes. She was surprised at why we suddenly burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. We were at a loss for words. We did not know what to say. Finally I decided to tell the truth, "Nangatawa 'mi kay ang amo man gud nga tuyo sa pag-anhi aron makita ka." I added that we heard a lot about her in the seminary, but never had a chance to see her. That's why we went through all the trouble of delivering the letter. She must have been taken by our candidness. She invited us into the house for a glass of water. We were more than glad to heed, of course. We did not only get to drink cold water--which I swear was sooooooo sweet. We also got to play the guitar and sang songs with her. We stayed for more than two hours, and we didn't even notice. Well, the caroling at her house turned out to be much anticipated by our classmates. But I wasn't as excited anymore, for I had known the person behind the name that they always spoke about. [Postscript: You should ask Oloy her real name.] Where the 1st and 2nd Year Students once lived and where the creepy “bagol” used to haunt, the H.S. St John Bosco Dorm never fails to evoke lots of memories from past residents who happen to pass by.

The Grandfather’s Clock

Class War

By Manox Arcamo

By Manox Arcamo

1980. The Morning Prayer at the chapel was always a difficult time for many of us who were in high school. Although we were on our senior year, we hadn’t really outgrown our dread of waking up early a n d w a l k i n g absentmindedly to the chapel. While others preferred to take the auditorium, I would sometimes venture to the college building where an old grandfather’s clock stood on the second floor landing. A huge pendulum swung in front of three metal cylinders that acted as weights. I was fascinated by the clock and enjoyed listening to its chime when it struck the hour. I don’t remember a glass protecting the pendulum and the interior gears, it must have been broken years before. So it was easy to tinker with interior parts. Well, it sort of became a habit of mine to tug at the weights when the pendulum stopped swinging. I would gently nudge the pendulum and it would continue to tick. One time noticed that I could actually make it chime by tinkering with the gears. I can’t remember which gear it was, but it worked. And how I loved to hear that sound! One day I overheard some college students talking about being spooked one morning. And they started to exchange stories of the grandfather’s clock that sounded its chime sometimes endlessly and most often at odd hours in the morning. I never had the nerve to tell them that I was responsible.

It was “customary” for the higher years to bully the seminarians in the lower years. But in 1979 when we were in 3rd High School, we got fed up. In the H.S. Dorm B, the juniors and seniors were together. The juniors were near the entrance, the seniors near the lavatory. My bed was by the window facing east, near the corner of the dorm, in between the beds occupied by Ramonito and Loel. I used to argue a lot with Loel about petty things like chain letters and others. In fact, we enjoyed arguing just before lights out. A row of lockers was set against the wall near Ramonito’s bed. It was behind one of the lockers where he caught a gecko one afternoon. He preserved the poor animal in a bottle filled with formalin. It should still be in one of the biology collections together with the stuffed dog and turtle. I had heard that several of my classmates were smarting at the bullying of the seniors. Mga abusado kuno. I wasn’t particularly affected since I was one of the silent ones. The noisy and the tough were usually the ones being bullied. It was sometime in December when we spent the rainy afternoon in Taloto looking for shrubs or even branches to use as our Christmas tree. I noticed some classmates preparing pieces of wood and surreptitiously hiding them between the trees that we brought to the seminary. It was supposed to be for something special that night and that I should likewise find my own-just in case. I wasn’t really sure what they meant. But I felt that they were preparing for war. We brought them together with the Christmas trees and spirited them up to the dorm, under the mattress or inside the locker. The plan was simple. After lights off, we were to continue talking aloud. If the seniors complained, then we would continue talking. If they bullied us, then we would take up arms and fight. Somebody who was near the switch would turn the lights on and we would attack. That night there was a sense of excitement. But there was also apprehension. Nick was toying with his belt that had a huge, heavy metal. On the other hand, he was holding a key chain that also had a heavy metal attached to it.Leodegario was making fun with his club. The others tried to conceal their anxiety. It was the anticipation of war that silenced many. Then the lights were turned off. We conversed aloud. We laughed aloud. I heard somebody from the seniors’ side near the lavatory say, “Shhhhh… Hoy!” It was greeted with laughter instead. Then somebody shouted, “Hoyyyy, lights off na!” There was more laughter. Another one said, “Hilum na mo diha bay.” More laughter. Somebody seemed to stand up as the steel bed squeaked, “Unsa man mo diha!” This is it, I thought. Somebody moved towards the switch, but before the lights were turned on, I heard the sound of glass shattering as it hit the wall near the main door. Ferdie, a senior, was the one who threw the glass. Lungay followed, brandishing his CAT sword. We were not prepared for the involvement of those who were not bullying the class. But the lines were drawn. Nick stood up with his weapon. My other classmates, seeing Nick, also stood up pulling out the sticks they brought that afternoon. Then, suddenly, a loud crash (wood against wood) reverberated as the dorm entrance opened. The voice of Fr Tungol, the Prefect of Discipline, bellowed, “NGANONG SABA MAN ‘NI!” All lights were turned on. We all froze. I can’t remember how it ended, but the war suddenly ended before it even began. There was an investigation. But I can’t remember what happened after that. I don’t even recall anybody getting punished. I can only recall that we became very close with this senior class, especially in College.

usa ka Chancellor sa Diocese of Tagbilaran. Ambot lang kun niadtong Chancellor siya kun diha ba'y usa ka bantan-ong seminarista nga nakahigayon ug singgit, Kini tinuod nga mga panghitabo niadtong High School pa kami. "CHANCELLOR", sa iyaha. Makumpleto na unya ang Ambot lang kun unsang tuiga. Pero naa ra tunga-tunga sa 1976 ug 1980. cycle. Mao nay giingon nga singgit-singgit pa, da na karma GABBYLIBARAN lagi! Summer apostolate kadto niadtong kasikatan pa ni Gaby Concepcion. Sa ato pa mga 1981. Si Ramir, Juntabs WA KATINGOG ug Rene didto na assign sa Albur. Usa ka gabii niana, Si Dra. Fe maoy doctor sa seminaryo adtong midayo sila sa usa ka disco, didto sa usa ka baryo nga panahuna. Bisan walay sakit daghan magpakunsulta sa bukid na kaayo. Kun sa kinaraan bayle ang tawag, adtong iya kay "gwapaday" man. Si Juntabs ug RamCims nga panahuna gitawag kini sa mga kabatan-onan ug discoral daghan ug binuang nagpa-konsulta. kay gikural man lang ug kawayan ang ilang gisayawan. Si Juntabs adtong panahuna bag-o lang gi-operahan ug Abog-abog ang lugar samtang nag-disco ang mga batan- hernia. Si JunTabs nag-warning kang RamCims nga dili on. Si Rene nga Manila boy na kaayo ang gawi ug ipanabi ang ijang operasyon kay maulaw kuno sija. sinultihan, kay lagi nakatungtung na sa San Jose Seminary Aduna lang kuno laing sakit ikonsulta. sulod sa Ateneo de Manila, miduol sa usa ka dalaga aron Pagduol nila sa doctor, si Ramir mikalit ug pangutana: makigsayaw. Apan sa wala niya damha, gibalibaran tawon "Juntabs, unsa gani 'tong imong gipa-operahan?" siya. Si Juntabs nga nakuratan wala makatingog. Rene (suya kaayo nga nagbagotbot): "Wa tingali Dra: "Gi-operahan diay ka? Unsa may gi-operahan kahibawo tong babayhana nga Atenista tong mi-guyod nimo?" niya da!" Namula si JunTabs nga wa katingog. Ambot kun (sa RamCims: "Gipakita pa nimo sa imong ID sa Ateneo . . . wala damha) nahiling ba ang ijang operasyon adtong " tungora. Pangutan-on unja nato. Juntabs: "Kay ngano man? Kaila ba diay na sila sa Ateneo?" TOURIST SPOT Nangatawa na lang sila. Tae-kwon-do champion ang among maestro sa Social Juntabs: "Ren, mora diay ka'g si Gabby" Studies niadtong 1st year college pa 'mi tuig 1980-81. Mao Rene: "Unsay Gabby? Gabby Concepcion?" nga dili gyud 'mi tigbinuang sa ijang klase kay hadlok Juntabs: "Gabby-libaran ba!" man. Ang among lesson adtong adlawa mahitungod sa mga tourist spots in the Philippines. Nakit-an ni Mr NA KARMA Dungyapon nga galurat ang mata ni Nick Castro, lawom 1977-78. Second year high school kami adto ug ang kaayo ang huna-huna. among classroom mao ang Room 102 nga daplin sa Mr Dungyapon: "O, Castro, give me an example of a kalsada. Adtong panahuna si Fr. Benito Manding ang famous tourist spot in the Philippines." Chancellor sa diocese ug nagtudlo'g philosophy sa Nick, nakurat, galutok: ". . . aaahhh, Mayon, sir!" seminaryo. Kanunay siya molabay sa among classroom Gangisi-ngisi kay naka-swerte ug diha'y naghung-hung. inig ka buntag. Ninglingkod na unta apan . . . Usa ka buntag niana, milabay ang kotse ni Fr. Mr Dungyapon: "Ok. What else?" Manding. Si Oloy nga nakabantay mikalit ug singgit, Nick: "Aaahhh . . . matay . . ." (Gahulat ug hunghung. "CHANCELLOR!" Dayon kalit ug tago. Way laing nahuna-hunaan kundi) ". . . Pasig river, sir!" Naglingi-lingi intawon si Fr. Manding kun kinsa 'tong Mr Dungyapon, ning-hilum, nag-huna-huna. Abi mitawag sa iyaha. Lanog ka ba kayo ug tingog. Apan namo'g karatehon nija si Nick kay gabinuang. wala gyud niya makit-i si Oloy nga nag-hupo-hupo sa "Psst, polluted man kayo na!" Nag-hung-hung ang naa pagtago. sa ijang tupad. "Matay, ayaw'g binuang lagi! Suko na, Apan ang dagan sa kinabuhi dili gyud matag-an. knock-out gyud ka ana karon." Pagkapari ni Oloy, wala damha nga nahimo pud siyang Mr Dungyapon, kalit miingon: "Very good, Castro! Sit

Jokes in Time

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down." Sus, nakalusot na pud si Castro maski na nga gipaningot. KAWOT SA ULO Tungod sa kwarto ni Manox sa dorm A, adunay chinning bar. Mahilig mag-chinning ang mga 3rd year ug 4th year college nga seminarista nga nakapuyo sa dorm A. Kada labay sa chinning bar di mosipyat ang uban nga molukso ug dayon gunit sa tubo ug unya exercise. Adtong panahuna, 4th year ang grupo nila ni Olaer, Bobong Morgia, Ping Nunag ug uban pa. Study period na kadto pagkahuman sa angelus. Hilum na kayo ang mga seminarista nga anaa sa ilang mga kwarto kay hadlok makasaban unya. Gikan si Olaer sa banyo, naglakaw balik na sa iyang kwarto. Pag-agi sa chinning bar kalit dayon siya'g kumbayot sa chinning bar sa dihang kalit miguho si Fr Migs Peredes ang istrikto kayo nga Prefect of Discipline. Wa kalihok si Olaer samtang gabitay sa chinning bar. Fr Migs, sa kusog nga tingog nga pinagulat, "Unsang orasa na man, Olaer!" Kagurog si Olaer, wa katingog, samtang gabitay. Nangawot sa iyang ulo samtang gabitay gunit ang chining bar sa iyang tuong kamot. Wa mohulat sa tubag si Fr Migs nga kalit mitalikod ug lakaw. MUSICALLY INCLINED Mahilig sa music ang among klase maski na nga way hilig ang music sa amoa. Panahon 'to sa uban namong klasmeyt sa pagkaplag sa ilang singing talent kunuhay. Mao nga aduna silay gihangad nga mga idolo sama sa gikabiliban ni Oloy. Oloy: "Bilid gyud ko kaayo ni Jovito mo-kanta, bay, kay mora'g gi-kapohan ang li-og. Ug kana pud si Jojo, bay, kuyaw kaayo, mora'g naay tweeter.”

Pitogo on My Mind. . . (Contnued from page 1.) At the parish rectory, we were welcomed by Fr. Boy Paloso. He was very warm and accommodating. He showed to us our room and told us to proceed to the dining room for lunch. Although we hadn't warmed up yet, so to speak, we were served beer. It was a good appetizer, we realized, especially with seafood on the table . . . nga maoy kinaham ug ampay gyud kaayo namo. The round of beer during lunch was not the last. In fact, it was just the beginning, for the whole afternoon till evening, we were served more beer and more seafood. Of course, we enjoyed every bit of it to our hearts' delight. Young and energetic, we were like hungry "lions waiting for someone to devour". The following day we woke up early and got ready for the mass where we were supposed to make our parish aid appeal. Before the mass, I told Kriss, "McAbs, ikaw na lay sulti kay daut bitaw ka, mas daghan ang maluoy. Mohatag gyud dayon. But Kriss formerly known as McAbs protested, saying: "Haa…binuang! Luoy bitaw pud ka'g

dagway, tunga 'ta. Ako, first mass. Ikaw, second mass." We agreed. We appealed for support for the seminary during the two morning masses. We were given ten minutes each mass to deliver our piece about the responsibility of the faithful to help the seminary as it was the heart of the diocese. Fr. Paloso informed us after the second mass that we would have our lunch at the beach. "Ugma namo sa buntag sayo mouli kay dili na 'mo kaabot sa biyahe para Tagbilaran kun karon 'mo mogikan," he told us. We were more than willing to oblige. And so we enjoyed the whole afternoon . . . on the beach. An endless course of seafood and supply of beer were served. It was a timeless moment, as we exchanged stories and jokes, unmindful of the prospect of going back to our structured and cloistered life in the seminary. Early Monday morning, Kriss formerly known as McAbs and I left the island of Pitogo and traced our way back to the seminary. This time the trip was uneventful as we slept most of the time, dead

Like long-lost pakners enjoying the good life, Efren Bata este AlPats (our beloved Editor-in-Chief for life) enjoys a good laugh with his sidekick, JunTabs (our other beloved and ever constant year-in year-out class president), at the residence of Manox Arcamo in Tagbilaran last October 29. Soc, the 3rd pakner--to complete the triumveriate unta--arrived late and wasn't able to meet up with them.

tired after the weekend of adventure, work, and pleasure. We arrived at the seminary late in the afternoon, tired yet satisfied for we had fulfilled our task. We were welcomed by our classmates who were happy to see us back as we narrated to them our experiences on the island. For Kriss formerly known as McAbs and me, we knew Pitogo would always remain on our minds, distant and idyllic.