4 Scriptum Issue No.

11 3rd Quarter 2006

Immaculate Heart
Class Notes
SCRIPTUM
of Mary Seminary,
Taloto, Tagbilaran
Fontana Seminary Day Celebration. Coinciding with the It would have been a nice occasion to watch the sky for City, Bohol,
Seminary days back home, August 19-20 were the dates
marked by Soc, Liklik, Kriss formerly known as McAbs and
Mars which would be at spot nearest to Earth--something
that wouldn't happen again for the next several hundred
Philippines
Nox for a family outing at the Fontana Leisure resort inside years. But it was drizzling that night.
the Clark airbase. Reserved was a fully air-conditioned 3- Dinner was served at around 7PM. And food according to The Unofficial and Unauthorized Newsletter of the IHMS Batch HS 80 and College 84
room villa with the children, the best and honest gauge, was superb.
manicured lawn Conversation went late into the night. But this time, unlike Issue No. 11 3rd Quarter 2006
that Kriss the Ayeychemes days, less spirits were consumed.
formerly known as The following day, the group woke up to the shrieks and
McAbs desecrated
with Hi-ace tread
giggles of 1 year old Luke Arcamo who was already awake at
4AM. Soc's plan to jog early in the morning fizzled out as EDITORIAL SCRIPTUM, I, nt.
marks. Kriss formerly known as McAbs pronounced some dire
Friday before quack medical findings that showed blood pressure to be something written.
the event, the higher in the morning and that's why it was not advisable. He A Brand of Brotherhood
group met at Bo's also made other authoritative pronouncements about many
Café in Glorietta subjects including sex. Soc who used to be a hypochondriac Like pensionados enjoying the fruits of their labor, Nox, Nick, Few understand the different brand of brotherhood
to plan the outing. took his words as dogma and decided not to jog that morning. Liklik, Soc, and McAbs are seen here relaxing in the dining Contact Us
that exists in IHMS.
Soc with Xavier Arcamo and Melvin F o r t u n a t e l y , Breakfast was served at 7:00AM and a holy mass was room of a 3-bedroom villa in Fontana, Clark.
It is not formalized by a blood compact, but it runs in If you belong to any of the batches, whether
Castro floating down a lazy river. Liklik was able to celebrated where the batch members were given time to you lasted for one day or eight years, please
contact Nick share. the blood of an alumnus. Mao nga mahinangup--when contact us.
Castro who was They then went for a one meets one. Email:
staying in San swimming and came back for
Pedro, Laguna and Nick was able to help in the planning. He
It is not celebrated with pageantry, for it was forged frsoc@yahoo.com
a quick lunch. They checked manuelarcamo@yahoo.com
volunteered to cook, having had prior kitchen experience at out at around 12:30PM. in the silent companionship, like during siesta time
the Nikko Dusit Hotel. The meeting was quick and simple. when we conspire to stealthily escape from the dorm to Visit:
Before going home, they http://egroups.yahoo.com/group/ihms
Since Kriss formerly known as McAbs was the only one who passed by the Puregold Duty enjoy the freedom of the outdoors . . . didto sa
could not be present for the planning, he was assigned to Free shop where they decided Postal:
bring all the kitchen essentials like kaldero, kutsilo, kaha,
kalibunan or in silent prayer during times of difficulty. c/o Fr. Soc Mesiona,
to split up from there.
luwag, posporo, rice cooker, and others. Of course, he wasn't OoOoo It is not proven by physically hurting someone, like MCPO Box 1006
what fraternities do; but it goes beyond the pains that Makati City, Philippines
told about it. Song for the Soul. The Alma
Saturday, Nox with his family met up with Soc and Nick Mater song entitled “IHMS we share for having left family and friends behind and accepted and even loved. And thus one can really be You may get your copy of Scriptum at
at the Shell station in NLEX. Nick came with his son, We Love You” that Fr Yodie one self without pretensions.
Melvin. Liklik had texted earlier saying that we would be
having had no one but each other to lend support. Libro Bohol Bookstore
Pacudan composed and Fr It is also marked by a love for the quiet solitude. 75 J.A. Clarin St. , Tagbilaran City
late since he had to bring someone to the hotel. Kriss Jonathan Pacudan wrote, is a It did not happen overnight. Rather, it was nurtured Tel: 411-2164
formerly know as McAbs as always also texted that he certified hit in the IHMS Yahoo eGroup. An orchestral like a plant over time. Thus, it also survives time. No It even makes us communicate with one another Or, download them at
would be late. But that was expected of him. version was created by Fr Arnold Zamora, an MP3 version of wonder, we talked to each other during the reunion as if without words. Ask Oloy and RamCims who can egroups.yahoo.com/group/ihms/files
So they proceeded to Fontana and checked in at the Villa. which he sent to the group. It is a nice piece of song that laugh at a piece of stick at the slightest hint or
It was drizzling, thus there was nothing much to do except to Group picture in Fontana. Foreground from left: the Akiatan everything happened yesterday. But come to think
makes you remember the Ayeychemes, really. Download remembrance of a person. Or, Soc, McAbs and Nox at
enjoy the coziness of the place. Liklik and family arrived at family composed of Leddy, Trixie, Liklik and Alyssa; Soc about it--it was our silver anniversary! Writing Scriptum
your copy from the IHMS Yahoo eGroup website:
around 3:30PM , followed in a few minutes by McAbs and beside Nick. Behind from left: the Abcede family composed of It is based on a common love for music--no, not the the mention of a single word.
http://egroups.yahoo.com/groups/ihms/files
family. Miriam, McAbs and Raja. Arcamo family is composed of Yes, there is a link that binds us together, which In the previous issue, we decided to
OoOoo
Tina, Xeth, (Luke who was sleeping when this was taken) and dumb, repetitive and hypnotic music of the young but
Soc and Nick Reflections on a Batch Reunion. The College Batch '78 other people may not fully comprehend. remove the “sponsors section” since we
were insistent on Nox. Beside Nox is Melvin, the son of Nick. the elegant classical music that woke us up in the have not gotten anything from them
reunion last July 11-13 proved to be highly successful. Two It is a different brand of brotherhood forged in a
cooking food for reflections about the event were written and can be viewed morning and soothed our soul. except for pledges and promises.
the group. So with on the Yahoo eGroup website. Those are classic, elegant It is expressed in unbridled boisterous laughter and sequestered life inside the seminary, as we went Unbeknownst to them, whenever we
Liklik in tow, they pieces of writing done by Mannix Cimafranca and by Nardy even in no-holds-barred jokes that are oft-repeated, through the pains and joys of growing up to adulthood receive a solicitous offer to sponsor an
went to the market Concon. Don't miss those articles. Several photos are also in IHMS. (MSA) issue of Scriptum, we have made it our
to buy food. By
where one's failures and weaknesses are exposed, practice to list down their names under
posted online by Charlie Ayco.
5:30, there was a lot
of activity as
ooOoo
An August Celebration. A gathering of IHMS alumni in
Messages our list of “Bolada y Bulatik”. The list is
long. But we would rather not reveal its
barbeque was Manila will be held on August 26, coinciding with the “Daghang salamat jst rcvd 10th issue of scriptum, content. The other list we keep is called,
grilled outside by birthday of Fr Bobot Clemen. Fr Bobot will host lunch at his -a sure hit 4 d few & chosen ones “IHMS alumni” “Promises Fulfilled”. Up to now this list
Soc, Kriss formerly parish, the San Bartolome Parish in Novaliches. Dinner will Rodulfo 'katz' Reyes college batch '81.” (Sent 18- The Name of the Brotherhood is empty. So, if you want to be de-listed
known as McAbs The celebration is never complete be hosted by Rudy Sales at #27 Puerto Rico, Loyola Grand from the first list, then you know what to
a n d N o x . N i c k without the mass. Here Soc Villas, Loyola Heights, Quezon City Let’s hope one of them,
08-2006 04:35 PM) By Soc Mesiona do. In the meantime, let the pledges swell
cooked the other celebrates the mass with the group in Jerome Cubelo maybe, will post on the Yahoo eGroup an our first list.
food. But it was Fontana. account of what happened . It was like any ordinary evening Rene acted as the leader as he Well, seriously, we hope you will
Leddy who turned From the Yahoo eGroup wanted to strengthen our bond of continue to laugh at our jokes and
out to be a in the seminary, just after supper. friendship. explained the mechanics of the misadventures. But it would greatly help
From: Jecebu Ceballos <jecebu@yahoo.com>
superwoman in the kitchen. She washed dishes, mixed the (NB: Many of our batch mates still nurture the Date: Aug 18, 2006 2:39 AM
The seminarians were leisurely So while everyone was busy initiation. There was no hazing of if you too can share your experiences
barbeque sauce, cooked food, arranged the things and
hope of reading a classic AlPatens editorial. We relaxing. The studious ones spent sort. Only some rituals of with us.
cleaned up the place. their free time in the study hall. commitment to the so-called
will not abandon all hope. But for now, we can Soc,
only pray and nag.) Bilib ko nimo ug memory. Sa-a na kaha to si Others went to the chapel to visit the fraternity or brotherhood which I
Ronald? Anyway, as always I am laughing and Blessed Sacrament. Still others cannot recall now how it was done. special handshake and of course the
crying my heart out reading the Scriptum. As I said preferred watching the PBA game The ritual did not take us long. friendship that would continue even
before, I always wonder how you guys could on TV. But not for Nick Castro, Perhaps only about twenty minutes. when we parted ways after
SCRIPTUM Newsletter SCRIPTUM is published quarterly by the IHMS HS batch remember these events. I really wonder if we had Rene Relampagos and me who had We ended with a commitment to graduating from high school.
80 and College Batch 84 for the purpose of continuing the digital cameras then and have pictures, boy are we something else in mind. We had keep the fraternity a secret, even to By the way, we never even had a
“storytelling” that we always loved to do. It is given free to all going to have a blast. I could picture Alex standing earlier agreed to spend the evening our classmates. (In fact, we did,
members of the two batches. It is also open to contributions name for our group.
in front of Imok. Jojo with Oloy and Ronald. But, somewhere else, on the roof garden, until right now as I write this.) As a
from its members. If you want to sponsor an issue, please your writing I guess makes it more imaginative to to do something else, an initiation sign of our new-found secret
email us. It will not cost you much. the mind. It also allows my neurons to be stimulated rite. brotherhood we had a special
and hopefully prevent Alzheimers. Maybe those I cannot recall how we came up doing his own thing that evening, we handshake that we used whenever
EDITORIAL BOARD: blue pills can help, sa-a naman tung sample nga were also doing our own at the roof
with the idea. But the initiation was and wherever we meet.
gihatag sa medrep. Para man unta to sa akong iro! the first move towards solidifying garden. And the timing was perfect That evening happened when we
Editor-in-Chief: Al Patenio Thanks again for keeping the memories alive and because the place was quiet and
Circulation Managers: Juntabs, MarJals and Arnold the triumvirate. Call it a clique were in second year high school. I
sharing it with all of us. And yes, it does make us dimly lit. Nobody was there, not
Cespon. stemming from an adolescent doubt if we were ever serious about
reflect life and hope our children can experience it even Gene Eligan who was a regular
Business Managers: Kriss (formerly known as McAbs) and in their own ways. Daghang Salamat and please
craving for belongingness. We what we did that evening. In fact, we
wanted to call it a fraternity. Ok, it visitor. Only the stars, the moon, the never bothered to renew the ritual.
Juntabs continue although I am still waiting for McPatens fishermen's lantern in a far off
Contributors (nga hangtod karon wa pa gihapon maka- editorial! was a fraternity but one thing was But what would last after that quiet
sure. We never planned to do distance, and the electric lights from evening at the roof garden was the
contribute): Members of HS Batch 80 and College Batch 84. Jecebu Looking eastward from the roof garden, a
anything illegal. Honestly. We just the city were sole witnesses. favorite hangout.
2 Scriptum Issue No. 11 3rd Quarter 2006
When we were in Second Year College, we decided to go
on a tour to visit the home of each member of the class.
It was the start of semester break in 1981. There were
nine of us including Ramir Cimafranca who was already a
Manila boy having transferred to UST Central Seminary
that year. The members of the class were Oloy Malanog, Soc
Mesiona, Nick Castro, McAbs Abcede, Juntabs Tabel,
Mario Ingente, Mario Jala, and me.
We planned our itinerary, identifying the host in each
stop: Nick Castro in Duero, Mario Jala in San Miguel, Soc
Mesiona in Sevilla, and Jun Tabel in Bilar.
But first, before we went, we had a class requirement to
hurdle.
ooOoo
The Stage Play. Both our Pilipino and English class
required us to write a full length play and to stage the play in
the auditorium as part of our first semester requirements.
In our English class, our teacher divided us into two
groups for the staging of the play. In our Pilipino class, we
suggested to your teacher that we divided ourselves into
two. Writing and staging one play for English and another
one for Pilipino, we thought, was too taxing. So we had
better ideas.
It was one of those moments when I was inspired to write.
I wrote the script for our group. The other group asked if I
could make a slight variation of the script for their group.
Well, I decided to write another one for them. We then
collaborated to translate the script to Pilipino for our
Pilipino class. And that was how we hit two birds with one
stone.
I cannot recall the titles
or the exact storylines of
both plays. But both were
love stories--something we
were poor at and sorely
missed. Too bad we never
bothered to keep a copy of
the script for posterity.
But, I remember, our teachers were very pleased with our
scripts and presentations, even if our minds were
somewhere else.
ooOoo
Night swimming in Duero. Our first stop was Duero. We
stayed in Nick Castor's house. To make our stay a little more
memorable, he organized a basketball game against the
locals. We thought it was a simple friendly game in a private
court. We were not prepared for what greeted us. The
basketball court was jam-packed with people anxious to see
their local bets compete against the seminarians from the
City. The first thing we noticed as we were warming up was
the board and the ring. The ring was higher than usual. And it
was much smaller than usual. The board too was narrower
than usual. We couldn't even hit the basket even while we
were warming up and nobody was guarding us. We were
already terrified at the prospect of losing. But we couldn't
back out for we were right smack in the middle of the spot
lights.
In our team, only Oloy, Marjals and Ingents could really
play serious basketball. The rest of us, because of our
height, were only good at intimidating the opponent before
the start of the game. In actual play, we were good
substitutes when nobody else could play. Ramir was
intimidating because of his height and massive extremities;
Nick, Juntabs, and Soc because of their looks. McAbs and I
were the lean players that neither looked intimidating nor
competent to play.
Before the start, the locals wanted a 30-30-minute game.
But we protested and asked for a 20-20 because, we said, we
were extremely tired from the trip. Ahh . . . pasumangil!
We put up an extremely good fight in the first two
minutes. But after that, it was a disaster. As expected it was a
lopsided game . . . in their favor, of course. We couldn't even
hit the ring from the free throw line. As the minutes ground
so slowly in the first half, we silently agonized and prayed
for the clock to tick faster and faster and get it over with. On
the bench some of us must have been dreaming of time
travel. But there was the second half to contend with. As the
locals exhibited their master at our expense, the cheering
gradually subsided. Probably, pity must have settled in its
stead. I don't remember how it ended, but I remember
feeling humiliated.
So we vented our frustration on the food and beer and
tuba served by the Castro family. And we drowned our
humiliation in the cold rough sea that greeted us that night.
We stayed on the beach for a couple of hours only since it
was so cold even with the bonfire.
Tour of Bohol
By Manox Arcamo
We slept soundly that night, dead tired after a long trip
and an embarrassing game of basketball.
ooOoo
The Walk to Tumok. Our next stop was San Miguel,
which in mid afternoon was a ghost town. The place was
literally deserted. We disembarked and looked around. It
was so quiet. “Are we there yet?” We didn't even know we
had arrived. “Is this the town proper? Is this the market
place? Where is the crowd?”
Marjals pointed towards the west where a balsahan was
“parked”. He told us that a balsahan would take us to
Tumok. He estimated that if we were to start walking
immediately, we would reach their house before sundown.
(In my own estimate, a good two and a half hours walk.) But
what made me notice was the way they measured time not
by the hands of the clock but by the movement of the sun. I
knew I was in another world.
A huge white brahma cattle pulled the balsahan with our
bags on it. I never thought cows could pull such a heavy
load. Sometimes we would even ride on the balsahan. But
we pitied the cow. After all, it was sacred in other parts of the
world.
The scenery was so stunning. It was so peaceful. We
enjoyed every minute of the walk. Since the cow was so
slow, we would walk ahead of the balsahan and scout the
area looking for a beautiful spot. There was a slight mound
where we could see the blue waters of Talibon. Some of us
spent a few minutes enjoying the view, as the cow inched its
way towards us.
The breeze was soothing as the sun started down the
horizon. San Miguel rested on high elevation. The road we
traveled was gravel and meandering. There were no houses
on the road side. I didn't even recall encountering a single
soul on the road. The afternoon was undisturbed. Except for
the creaking sound produced by the balsahan, I swear that
the other sound we heard was the rustling of the tall cogon.
The road winded through rolling plains. Near one of
those hills, hidden by the tall grasses, RamCims left a
souvenir of himself. And he was quick enough to reach the
balsahan before it turned the next bend.
It was almost dark when we finally arrived in Marjals'
house. We were famished, too. Chicken was hastily cooked
and served. It was full moon and the wind was cold. The hot
kinutil after dinner was superb. It soothed the tired mind to a
restful sleep.
The following day, we were again scheduled to play a
game of basketball against the locals. This time, we were
well rested and didn't have an excuse. Well, we thought we
were in a strange world that measured time through the
movements of the sun. They probably didn't know much
about basketball, too.
The locals were warming up at around 10AM when we
arrived at the court. They stopped playing, obviously
intimidated by our height and bearing. They literally
gawked at us as we scrutinized the battlefield and kicked
some dusts.
It was getting hot. The cement floor was uneven. But the
basketball ring and the board were of the right height and
size.
RamCims stood out for his height. When he came to our
side of the court, he jumped high to reach the ring and it
quivered hard when his fingers touched it. He hasn't even
touched the ball yet. And the locals watching, gasped and
gaped. They couldn't believe they would be playing against
an obviously superior visiting team.
We warmed up the way professionals do. The locals
couldn't get their acts together; they fumbled, for they were
watching us. They were even ashamed of touching the ball.
They just wanted to ogle.
RamCims played center. The other team could field no
one even slightly above his chin. Naturally, when the game
started, we took first possession of the ball. I think we even
scored the first shot. Now we were playing serious
basketball.
Unfortunately, if I remember it correctly, that was the
only time we threatened them. We never thought that, in
such a far away place, they would play a good game of
basketball--and teach us a lesson or two.
The rest of the game was easy--for them! Again, it was
Dreaming of what could have been if he were not a bench
warmer, Juntabs tries an imaginary ball.
lopsided--in there favor. First half we wanted to surrender,
but pride prevented us. We blamed the home court
advantage. Then we blamed the heat of the sun at a high
altitude. We were not used to it. It affected our bearing. Half
time, they served cold boco with milk (which must have
been a specialty). We realized it was not good when you're
exposed to the heat of the sun. Our stomach churned.
Napasmo intawon! But we held on to our pride. We could
blame the ice-cold buko on a sunny day, but we couldn't
quit.
I do not know how we finished the game, but all
throughout we were all praying for a swift conclusion.
We shook their hands after the game, like real sportsmen.
But deep within we were nursing our wounded pride. We
promised never to show our face in that place again. That
was also the last time that our batch played basketball as a
team.
I can't remember the hour of the day when we started our
walk back to Sawang for I literally lost track of time. But it
was afternoon. The walk back to “civilization”, as we joked,
was quick and uneventful, except for the conflagration that
Nick caused. A huge fire was said to have occurred that
afternoon and into the night, the origin of which has
remained a mystery to the people of Tumok until today.
ooOoo
The Busay of Sevilla. Our next stop was Sevilla, where
according to common belief the only flat surface is a table.
We discovered for our selves that it was true. Even the
Mesiona residence that stood a few meters from the
roadside was hidden from view. For it was on a slight
elevation a few meters from the road. And to get there, you
have to climb a winding footpath. The area was forested and
shadowy. The huge trees seemed to muffle the sounds that
we made.
Fortunately for us, there was no basketball game
scheduled in Sevilla. No, it was not because of the terrain
but because Soc probably thought that we have had enough
of humiliation in court already.
We visited the home of Soc's friends. I am not sure if it
was during this particular trip when I recall visiting a house
at the farthest barrio of Sevilla. It was almost 6PM when we
reached the house. I can't remember whose house it was.
But I remember hearing the distant clang of the church bell
signaling the Angelus. There was a distinctive character in
its sound with each peal prolonged, accented by another
before the previous one totally faded. It was calming. The
most beautiful church bell sound I had ever heard.
The highlight of our stopover in Sevilla was our picnic in
Busay. It was the same river that dissected Loboc and
emptied into the beaches of Loay. There was a white water
rapid. But the current was not that strong since it was not
raining. I really didn't want to swim in a river, since I always
had the impression that a muddy carabao somewhere
upstream was bathing. But it was fun seeing the entire group
in the water. I wanted to have a piece of the fun. So who
cares about bathing carabaos upstream? Well, we had lunch
there, and really had a great time.
On the road to Bilar. We were excited to visit Bilar since
JunTabs had always been a good host and would provide an
unlimited supply of cold beer. In general, the visit was
uneventful since by then we were already tired from our
trip. What I recall from this trip to Bilar was the
overcrowded bus that we took going there. It rained hard
when the bus started to negotiate the dangerous winding
road with a deep ravine on the right side. An old man with a
sack of goods boarded and couldn't sit. The good-
hearted RamCims offered the old man his seat. The old
man was so grateful that he thanked RamCims this
way: “Ang Dios lang ang magbayad sa imoha, doy!”
Ramir who was always quick with a repartee
answered, “Ngano man diay? Utangan ba diay ang
Diyos sa imo nga Sija man ang imong pabayron?”
JunTabs heard the comments and the boisterous laughter was
unstoppable, if not scandalous.
ooOoo
Last stop in Tagbilaran. Our last stop was Tagbilaran. We
didn't plan to stay overnight. But it was there where we
planned to split up and go on our separate ways. I am not sure
if it was during this time when RamCims, Soc, Oloy and I
were at my house in the afternoon. If I remember if correctly,
we were supposed to hear mass at the Cathedral. A nice,
fitting activity to end the fun-filled tour. We changed to more
decent clothes. RamCims and Oloy borrowed leather shoes
from me. We were walking towards the Cathedral when Oloy
complained about the stones on the road. He moved away
from the edge of the road. He felt the same way and when he
looked at the pair of shoes he was wearing one was flat and
black, the other light colored with high soles. We started
laughing as we accompanied him back to the house to change
shoes. We reached the Cathedral in time for the mass. We met
the others. I guess that was how we culminated our tour that
semester break.
The pathway leading towards the tennis and
basketball courts, where once stood a row of
calamansi.
A Brief History of Scriptum
The first ever attempt of our batch to publish a newsletter was in November 1998
right after our very first reunion of sort in October 1998. The masthead still bore the
title Baboga. And it was a single sheet computer printout on a legal bond paper.
It was not until the 4th Qtr of 2003 when the word Scriptum was
first used in the masthead and the issues were religiously
published every quarter from thereon. This time it was done by a
professional printer and printed in glossy paper.
We haven’t missed an issue since then. We’ve come a long way,
don’t you think so?
Starting with the issue number 2 an electronic copy in PDF
format has been made available and downloadable online.
We do not know where this will take us as we continue to tell our
stories.
A Spiritual Camping in Bilar
by Manox Arcamo
Our tour in 2nd year college left an
indelible mark in our hearts. So the
following year, when we were in our 3rd
year, we decided to go on an outing in
the forest of Bilar.
The first time we asked permission,
we used “camping” as a reason. But we
were declined. So we brainstormed and
thought hard to find a convincing reason. Days later, we
approached our superior again and told him that we were going
on a “spiritual camping” to discern our vocation. It was
approved.
There were only seven of us in the batch, namely, Oloy,
Juntabs, Ingents, McAbs, MarJals, Soc and me.
So off we went to Bilar, specifically to Camp Magsaysay.
There was an eerie feeling when we entered the narrow pathway
leading to the camp. It was dark because of the foliage that
covered the path. Dried leaves crackled under our feet. The air
was moist and cold.
People seeing us must have thought that we were foreigners-
-Russian peasants, to be more precise. We wore “leftovers” --
we insisted on calling them--from the pile of relief goods we
Scriptum Issue No. 11 3rd Quarter 2006
Jokes in Time
Kini tinuod nga mga panghitabo niadtong High School pa kami.
Ambot lang kun unsang tuiga. Pero naa ra tunga-tunga sa 1976 ug 1980.
Tugnaw nga Siesta
Hapit na siesta time, misulod si Rene sa dorm samtang
nagkanta ug “Feeeeliiiings. . . ”. Misinggit si Loel, “Bukot kay
bugnaw kayo!”
Reverse Psycho
Bag-ong style sa pag-disiplina ang among nasinati kang Fr
Cempron. Gitawag man kuno 'to ug “reverse psychology.”
Usa ka higayon niana, na-late si Nick Castro gikan sa
Monthly Going Home. Ang ijang silut mao ang pag-gawas sa
seminaryo kada adlaw.
Perteng lipaya ni Nick kay mao man pud ang ijang gusto.
Unang adlaw, nagpaibog pa sa ijang klasmeyt. Ika-duhang
adlaw ok pa gihapon. Ikatulong adlaw, reklamo na kay nahurot
ang allowance. Nanaad nga dili na gyud kuno mousab nga
magpa-late sa sunod MGH.
Magpa-print sa Cebu
Requirement sa YDT class nga magpa-print ug t-shirt.
Ganahan sab ang mga seminarista kay sikat lagi ang mag sul-ob
ug t-shirt nga adunay nakasulat nga IHMS.
Zosimo: “Deadline sa pag submit sa inyong puting t-shirt ug
bayad sa printing ugma sa hapon, kinahanglan gyud mo submit
na mo kay adto ra ba kini ipa-imprinta sa Cebu. Ako kining
dalhon (sa Cebu) ugma sa gabii. Ang dili maka submit way
grado.”
Nagka dipo-dipo intawon ang mga seminarista sa
pagpangita'g ibayad kay adto lagi sa Cebu ang imprinta. Lisod
kun ma-biyaan kay layo ra ba ang Cebu. Ang dili maka submit
wala ra ba po'y grado. Sus, problemaha.
Apan wala damha makaplagan nga ang Cebu diay duol sa
carpentry shop ni Nong Namoc ug Nong Rito. Inig ka human
ug kaon, mahilig magdula ug pool ang ubang seminarista.
sorted in Taloto church. We had
prepared the clothes for the
prisoners. Our Sunday apostolate was the provincial jail in
Capitol Hills. But those wooly winter clothes we decided to set
aside since they wouldn't have any use for the prisoners in the
hot, cramped and stuffy prison. It was Ingents who first thought
of segregating them by making a pile of those winter clothes at
his side. It was for the poor, according to him. When asked, his
definition of poor perfectly fit his own situation--as if he was
describing himself. So naturally, he should also be a
beneficiary. Well, that's how we got to use those Russian
peasant clothes that we wore during the camping.
We carried a couple of air gun with us. I had my trusty
tirador with me.
The place was so quiet; the birds nonchalant and
unconcerned as we tried hard to shoot at them and missed.
We tried anything to entertain ourselves in the wilderness.
We shouted as hard as we could. We explored the place. We
made shooting targets out of beer cans. There were two Israeli
tourists who visited the camp in the morning. We made friends
with them, by inviting them to our makeshift shooting range.
They were great shooters. We learned later that they both
served in the Israeli Defense Force, with the male companion
serving as battle tank commander with the rank of captain. The
woman was a lieutenant.
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Namatikdan nila nga aduna'y sige'g trabaho diha sa may
carpentry shop. Haskang buanga. Si Pacheco man diay
ang busy kayo nga sige'g imprenta sa among t-shirt nga
abi namo'g gipadala sa Cebu. Maayo pud mangilad si
Zosimo da! May he rest in peace.
Apan, sa kaayo sa mga seminarista, wala gyud pud
nila supha si Zosimo mahitungod sa pag-imprenta.
Gisakyan lang. Ang uban naghatag ug putting t-shirt
kang Pacheco aron maoy himoong trapohan. Ang resulta,
multi-colored psychedelic design nga maoy nauso sa
seminaryo adtong panahuna. Wala intawon kahibalo si
Zosimo nga didto gihimo ang psychedelic-designed t-
shirts sa ija pong printer . . . sa Cebu, duol sa kwarto ni Eli
nga anak ni Nong Namoc.
Makapila
Oras kadto sa klase ug si Loel Maglente nag antos
intawon sa pag pugong-pugong pag-adto sa banyo.
Gipaningot ug bugnaw. Kay lisud na mapugngan
nagdali-dali siya'g saka sa dormitoryo kay aduna may
C.R. didto. Gihubo niya ang iyang pantalon, gibutang
kini sa ibabaw sa katre ug midali pagsulod sa banyo.
Gihuwasan tawon si Loel paghuman niya'g gamit sa
banyo, hayahay kaayo ang pamati samtang nagtutaghoy
nga mibalik sa gibutangan sa iyang pantalon. Mannerism
kadto ni Loel nga magkuot-kuot ug unya magsimhot-
simhot sa ijang tudlo. Timing pud nga dihang ijang gisul-
ob ang ijang pantaloon ug unja nagsimhot-simhot, kalit
ug guho si Fr. Lopena.
Fr. Lopena: (medyo dang singhag nga nag tudlo kang
Loel) “ LOEL!!!”
Loel, nataranta, ang ijang tudlo naa sa ijang ilong:
“Pa-padddreee…?”
Fr. Lopena: (nga ang tingog pinaguwa sa ilong)
“Makapila?”
Loel: (nangawot sa iyang ulo, gamit ang tudlo nga
gisimhot-simhot ganiha) “Ha? Wa, dre, oy! Nalibang ra
ko.”
Fr. Lopena: (nagka kusog ang tingog nga style
pinaguwa sa ilong) “Makapila lagi!”
The IHMS logo on the floor of the
chapel.The photo was taken last
November 2006.
Later that day, McAbs devised a trap (lit-ag) for the
chicken that wondered in the vicinity. It was dusk when
his trap caught a haw. Ingents and Marjals were our expert
chefs. They cooked and served it for dinner. They said it
tasted like chicken. For me, it looked like a giant lizard
and must have tasted like lizard. So I didn't partake of it.
We built a bonfire and gathered around it. We talked
and drank beer. For coffee, McAbs was again at his
elements. He took an empty beer can, put rice inside, and
placed it over the fire until the rice turned black. Then he
poured water into it, heated it some more and--lo and
behold--we had coffee for the night. The taste was
wonderful even without sugar.
In Magsaysay camp, there was a Marcos-prefab
building with chairs and tables. We settled in one of the
rooms, using the tables for our bed. The night was bitterly
cold. And we didn't have blankets and mosquito nets to
protect us from the cold and the insects. But we slept
soundly nonetheless.
The following day we had to replenish our water jug.
So we walked all the way to Tabel Store. But instead of
filling it with water, we decided to fill it with beer. We
stayed until afternoon until it was time to go home.
There was nothing spiritual about the camping, except
for the spirits we consumed.