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8 OPINION
HUMMING IN MY UNIVERSE
NOTES FROM A WORLD CITIZEN

8 OPINION

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HUMMING IN MY UNIVERSE

Classmates are forever

When we first laid eyes on each other around six decades ago in prep at the Ateneo , none of us had any idea how much we would be involved in one another ’ s lives .

We were innocents with no thought about the future ; just kids seated together in the same classroom who would run around the campus during breaks . They were the wonder years . We were so pure .
There were some who joined the class after grade school , others in high school and college . We had fun times . We enjoyed and suffered through the same teachers . We grew up and matured somewhat under the school ’ s guidance and moral teachings .
And here we are , some 60 years later , still sharing our old stories and jokes , camaraderie and friendship when we meet . We even have a Viber group where classmates who live abroad can join us in discussions and share a joke or two .
More than ever , I am in contact with my schoolmates from the Ateneo de Manila . It is so much fun when we ’ re together . Each one of us , it seems , has made a life for himself with families , careers , personal trials and proud moments to share . Some have established themselves in a big way . Some have been widowed and remarried . Most of us are grandfathers now . But whatever our status in life , it seems to matter little when we are together . We still call each other by the nicknames we had when we were in school . We ’ re still bound by the same memories of our teachers , jokes and various incidents when we were young that shaped us into who we are today .
A long time ago , I wrote a song for my class called Saan na nga Bang Barkada , which has become a kind of anthem for many graduating classes when they get together in
reunions . In that song , I was not idealizing when I wrote , Napakahirap malimutan Ang saya ng aming samahan Kahit lumipas na ang iilang taon , Makabarkada pa rin ngayon . Magkaibigan magkaibigan Magkabarkada pa rin ngayon . How can one forget the
happiest moments of one ’ s youth and childhood ?
Dr . Tony Dans , an Atenean and a distinguished heart doctor , was right when he said , during a commencement speech at the ADMU , that your high school classmates are people you will be with for the rest of your life . You will stay in their homes when you travel . You will go to them when you need doctors , lawyers , priests , brokers , accountants , etc . You will spend a lot of time with them playing sports , going on retreats , vacations , and a host of other things . In a way ,
one might say , classmates are forever .
My brother Jesse , who is turning 80 in September , recounts that a waiter in Club Filipino approached him and asked why he and his classmates had stopped going to the club for meetings . My brother said that they still get together often except that the venue has changed . When the waiter asked where they now meet , my brother , who never stops joking , answered , “ We often get together in funeral parlors .” As morbidly funny as it sounds , he was actually serious .
As we get older , we tend to revisit chunks of our lives and re-live them in order to get our personal lives more integrated . We weave happy and sad memories into some mental and emotional tapestry to understand what our lives mean .
Some classmates , even if some 60 years have passed , I still remember as children . I never got to know them as adults since they passed on
Life is short and fleeting . As children , we never thought about getting old . Aging happened pe to our parents , but it was not going to happen to us , or so we thought t . But here we are ! Sixty-fivers . Thank God , we are still very much alive ! early . I can only imagine what they would have been like if they had lived longer .
People come and go in our lives . We stand by others as witnesses to their lives when they die . We bid them
farewell . We reminisce and remember them forever with a fondness for the short but happy times shared . I guess , in some way , we want to spend time with those who we have shared the same timeline , those who will remember us when we go .
Aside from family , friends and lovers , there are our classmates . There is little time left and we want to savor it with people who will be our witnesses as we pass into the next life .
Life is short and fleeting . As children , we never thought about getting old . Aging happened to our parents , but it was not going to happen to us , or so we thought . But here we are ! Sixty-fivers . Thank God , we are still very much alive !
Looking forward to the next get-together with you guys .
We do not have to spend our last years just reminiscing . The past is only a place to visit . Let us enjoy each day as a blessing to welcome the new things that still show up in our lives .
It ’ s great to be alive and sharing ever-new moments with old classmates .
JIM PAREDES is a multifaceted creative . He sings , composes , writes articles and books , teaches at the Ateneo De Manila University , designs and facilitates workshops . He is a writer of books , a widely read columnist for the Sunday Life section of Philippine Star , and a well-known photographer .

NOTES FROM A WORLD CITIZEN

In the mountains of Villaba

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What did three “ young ” lawyers do hearing their cases were postponed due to unavailability of a prosecutor ? Answer : Go to the mountains , commune with nature , watch the sea from the top , and as the Beatles would have it , see the world spinning ‘ round ’.

At 1,000 ft . above sea level I had a sudden realization how different and beautiful Villaba is , uncharted caves , prime forests and all . I have always known Villaba for years .
The town is after all where my father was born and it is the home of my relatives where I as a boy and my family would spend our summers and fiestas . But my perspective has always been that of the worm crawling in the lowlands or shall I say on the beach .
It was only yesterday I saw my dad ’ s place from the eyes of a bird . Riding in my friend ’ s banana yellow land rover we took off towards a narrow swath of unpaved lime road that just keeps on going up .
Alongside I saw blackbirds with white feather linings at the sides of their tails and weeds , trees , vines and leaves galore . We passed and stopped by a thicket that partly covered the opening of a cave situated at the upper part of a roadside cliff .
If we were more adventurous we could have gone inside and done a bit of spelunking but the thought of snakes , bats and rabies overwhelmed us .
The topmost spot is my friend ’ s uncle ’ s rest house with a commanding vista of the sea . The house was surrounded by an orchard of mangoes particularly the apple-pink variety and rows of wild ferntree roots bearing lush orchids . We breathed fresh air and watched the outlines of touristy Malapascua Island and the closer Kalanggaman Island where sea turtles routinely lay eggs on its white sand . I suggested to a public official of Palompon where Kalanggaman belonged , to declare the area a sanctuary for sea turtles , and open up the place by providing facilities ( like pump-boat service ) for eco-tourism .
To me eco-tourism captures the best of both worlds where visitors “ return ” back to the bounties of nature without destroying it .
At the rest house I saw World War II memorabilia , among them a soldier ’ s helmet and an ammunition belt . Notably the wall revealed bullet scars from the war . The house is actually close to historic Buga-buga hill which was where the Japanese took their last line of defense in the
protracted Battle of Leyte . The hill is more like a tall sail shaped rock tower jutting towards the sky with plenty of unexplored caves .
We proceeded to another rest house ( this time owned by my lawyer friend ’ s parents ) which fronted a small lake . What struck me aside from the commercially grown orchids were the majestic stag horn ferns attached to the trees and lush tree ferns called “ moging ” reminding me of the ones I saw at the Philippine Eagle Natural Sanctuary in Davao .
At the far side of the lake is a thick forest where monkeys ( I was told ) freely help
themselves to “ harvesting ” coconuts for their supper . Over the road ahead were long rows of dried abaca fibers that looked like sun bleached blond hairs . When we finally arrived back in Ormoc I felt like a different person having embraced nature in its wholesome purity .
I believe each of us in the
lowlands must take time to get away from our mechanical if at times toxic schedules and maybe trek to the hills – not to become rebels but to feel deeply again , re-claim back our humanity , celebrate and be thankful that after all in spite of all our economic and personal woes this earth is still a beautiful place to live in .
GIL MARVEL TABUCANON is a PhD graduate from the Macquarie University School of Law ; has a BA in Communication Arts major in Literature from UP , Bachelor of Laws at the University of San Carlos and Master of Laws at the University of Missouri-Columbia under a Fulbright scholarship . He writes poems and short stories and has been cited in the roster of world ‘ lawyer-poets .’