Monday, October 30, 2006

THIS MONTH OF OCTOBER IN BACKSPACE



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+ The Chief Editor relishes a quick getaway. Read more...

+ Mary Grace Reytiran finds inspiration from Paolo Coelho and decides to let go of her Zahir. Read more...

+ He's been here in SPi since the beginning. Find out what makes him stay. Read more...

+ The Guild begins a new SPi tradition - promoting the true, the good and the beautiful. Read more...

+ JP Canivel's heartfelt and insightful poetry graces BACKSPACE's pages for the very first time. Read more...

+ We all miss something - food, toys and TV shows from our childhood days, some people, a certain genre of music, events (i.e., proper sleep!). We went around to ask SPi people what they miss most and here's what they told us. Read more...

+ Hermie Soleminio of SPi Dumaguete gleans lessons from the life and death of an actress, mother, and former beauty queen. Read more...

+ Three down, 1 more to go! The A Series of Fortunate Events (Writing Workshop Series 2006) is just about wrapping up. Read more...

+ Read our testimonials and reader comments here and here.

+ Mahros Abaño remembers how she made use of everything in the Excuses Book to avoid that dreaded afternoon exercise we hated as kids - siesta! Read more...



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Sunday, October 29, 2006

FROM THE CHIEF EDITOR (October 2006)

“Plenty of people miss their share of happiness, not because they never found it, but because they didn't stop to enjoy it.” - William Feather


Dear readers,

The Guild had a most interesting September. We went through a little imbroglio from which we thought it would be difficult to extricate ourselves. Good thing we have been taught well in the art of diplomacy or else you wouldn't be seeing us here today with our October issue. We all have our little foibles. Believe it or not, we all go through that stage when we want to push the envelope a little further. Please know that in the Guild, there is more than enough room for dissenting voices.

Enough. I'm talking gibberish.

Towards the end of September, during which Typhoon Milenyo was ravaging the capital, I had the chance of escaping to Western Visayas to attend a wedding, as well as to visit Iloilo City and Guimaras Island. Nothing prepared me for the charms of Bacolod, my first stop. The first problem I encountered was what to eat first, the city being Region VI's food capital. If there's anything I really miss most, it is seeing the sunrise that comes with an early morning flight, and indulging in local culture. Lucky that I got to do both, and more. A lovely wedding, local crafts, chicken inasal, and many other surprises after, I came home to Manila - humbled and forlorn from all that wind and rain - fully convinced that we are missing so much.





On a related note, our writers will talk about the things they miss most in this month's issue. I am sure you can relate to these things: Voltes V, Shaider, Butterball, Haw Flakes, a certain bubble gum whose name escapes me at the moment (wait, was it Bazooka? The one that comes with a cartoon strip?), Scott's Emulsion (cod liver oil, remember?), Hi-Ro cookies, Pinoy-made chocolates and a whole lot more. People, food, places, events - the things we miss vary greatly.

Share with us what you miss most! Join us in this exercise ("pagbabalik tanaw") as we try to make life in SPi more exciting and meaningful for you, our readers.

Text or email us your thoughts (Globe Mobile Number 0926.622.3359 or at
spiwritersguild@yahoo.com.ph and we'll publish them here.

Welcome to our October issue. Mabuhay!

Best regards,

Dylan Yap Gozum / Editorial Director, BACKSPACE

Saturday, October 28, 2006

WHAT'S NEW WITH THE WRITERS GUILD?


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* Sponsorships: The Guild is sending eight (8) employees from HDI and SPS to be certified as storytellers by the Alitaptap Storytellers Club. This will be on October 21-22 at the National Library, T. Kalaw Avenue, Manila. They will do their "finals" in front of children visiting the Museong Pambata, Roxas Boulevard, Manila.

They will do their launching act at the SPi Family Day on October 28 at the 5th Level, SPi Building.

* SPipol. Your lives. Our stories.: The Guild will be featuring stories of people in our journal starting September. We already started with Sunrise Gourmet's Christian Umali. Guess who's next in line? Klieg lights, please...

* TX2LA: No, no more of those kinds of poetry, but this one is guaranteed to be a hit! Designed to create a mass base of contributors among finger-happy texters in SPi, a nationwide contest will be launched in November for 3-liner poetry that reflects life, love, and living. The winning entries will be read during the Poetry Festival in February and published in our poetry journal, Caught in the Act! Entries will be received from Manila, Laguna, Cebu and Dumaguete offices.

* Project R.E.A.D.: This is a project designed to promote reading among SPi employees. This early, a lot of people have already borrowed our books despite the lack of a mobile bookcase. Soon, our mobile library will visit your SBU for a month and you can read our books to your heart's content - without having to pay anything! Watch out for that Red Box coming your way!

O, saan ka pa?! Dito ka na sa Writers Guild!



The wall clock featured in the photo is by Film director / Artist Bong Salaveria of Vintage Pop. His quaint store can be found at the Marikina Shoe Expo, Cubao, Q.C. We will feature it here soon when we are able.

Friday, October 27, 2006

READER FEEDBACK

Reader comment on ASTROBOY GROWS UP



mayfel27
said...

"That was really touching. I've always wanted to befriend Christian 'coz I wanna know why he's like that, and one more thing, gusto kong arburin yung isa sa mga sketches niya. My officemates and I call him "Naruto" instead of "Sanosuke" kasi during Saturdays, madalas suot niya yung parang armor na may konoha villager symbol.

One time nga nung nagparoute ng comments para sa concessionaire, nilagay ko dun na, "gayahin nyo si Christian kasi mabilis syang magtrabaho".

I found your blog very inspiring. Thank God there's someone like you who can write good things about persons like Christian who, most of the time, has become the laughing stock of other people. God bless!"

October 2006
1:25 AM

TESTIMONIALS

WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT OUR WORKSHOPS:


"Entertaining, well-concieved, engaging and very informative. Those were but few of the things me and my girlfriend can think of when asked about the seminar, and I'm definitely looking forward to the next one.

Being a self-taught comic book artist, I never had any formal training or education when it comes to scriptwriting as well as storytelling, which for me is a very important factor when you make a comic book. And for me, expressing my stories has always been a big challenge, which is why I joined and signed up for the seminar. And thanks to the Writers Guild, as well as to our speaker Mr. Genaro Cruz, I feel more equipped and capable of writing my stories in a way that is more engaging and more immersive than I would ever have thought possible. The simple tips and tricks to writing short stories were more than beneficial for me, and I definitely am thankful to have been part of the event.

Now I feel more confident and ready to write my own stories. I look forward in starting my very own story, and opening a whole new world crafted by my mind for the world to see.

THANKS AND MORE POWER TO THE WRITERS GUILD!!"

Carl Martin Jimenez
SPi - SPS department


"I have to admit that I'm a frustrated writer. Not too long ago, I've come to love reading and writing, which slowly became a passion of mine. But, sad to say, i'm taking up a different course (in College). So for the meantime, I make sure to attend writing seminars or workshops to enhance my skills.

When my boyfriend mentioned that the Writers Guild of SPi was holding a writing seminar and the theme being "Maikling Kwento", I quickly grabbed the opportunity. First, I thought that it was going to be a 9-5 PM pure lecture. As we sat down, I began to feel intimidated by the group of people - public school teachers from Tagaytay and SPi employees were there. I think I was the only outsider there that day, hehe!

My impression about the event being a pure lecture was completely wrong. The speaker, Mr. Genaro Cruz, was very hands-on and the more he talked, the more i got interested. I simply admire his accomplishments and experiences as a writer.

I personally had so much fun and I'm glad that Mr. Genaro Cruz imparted to us with his great knowledge of writing short stories. Also, i would like to thank Sirs Dylan Gozum and JP Canivel and the rest of the people involved in holding the event for being friendly and accommodating. It sure was a well-organized event. Even if i were asked to pay for it, it sure would be worth the money. I recommend it to writers or to whoever are interested in joining their seminars. It's a good experience and exposure as well.

GOOD LUCK AND MORE POWER to the Writers Guild! KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK!"

Kate Navasero
Student/ Aspiring writer

Thursday, October 26, 2006

MEMORIES OF MILENYO

From the Editors

Dealing with 'typhoons' was something we already are good at, but having to face a real one - a very destructive one at that - poses another problem. First, we know how difficult it is to go to work in such weather (not that being lured back to bed was a challenge, no!) because of traffic woes that inevitably come with rain (is this exclusive to the Philippine setting or what?). Second, there are floods to contend with in our own villages and along the PASCOR / Casino Filipino service road. Third, delays. We had to cancel a repeat workshop last September 30 because most of our co-employees and guest teachers from Tagaytay had to pick through debris and what-not that was to be the hallmark of Milenyo - destruction. Everywhere.

One of our writers showed us photos she took of her neighborhood in Laguna. The destruction in that part of Luzon was just shocking. While she had to deal (emotionally) about having to dry her prized yet soaked books in the sun, the rest of her neighbors have bigger issues - where to live, how to start all over again. Books can be bought easily, but lives - once damaged to a point - may take forever to rebuild. The scars will never disappear. Sad memories, never erased.

The Writers Guild prays for recovery and hopes that we've all learned our lessons well. If you have a chance to help your community rise from all this, please do. Share. Give. There's no need to wait for Christmas to extend your hand. The time is now.






Images of Milenyo. Dear God, never again.

WHAT SPi PEOPLE MISS MOST AND WHY

"I miss highschool, life was carefree, studying was easy, stress was never present, money was never a problem, friends were and are still there for you."

- Neil Joseph Y. Aaron, Organizational Development


"I desperately miss my college life one-and-a-half years ago, in San Francisco, California. I miss the foggy cold weather, hanging out with friends, walking around the city without a care in the world, and especially the freedom of being on your own (albeit for only four years) and the sheer joy that comes with it."

- Rohit M. Wad, Specialist, Corporate Quality and Integration


"Instead of ‘what’ for me, it is ‘who’. I miss my mother who died when I was in Grade 4. I only got patches of moments with her to even remember her. When I grew up, so many memories and lessons were trying to bury what I have of her, but I always manage to keep some thoughts of her - the way she spanked me, hugged me, scolded me, kissed me, etc.; although it may not be as fresh as when I was younger. Sometimes I've got problems and I’m always guessing what my mother would have advised me."

- Jose Perseus G. Canivel, Publishing-CIS


"I miss being a kid, when any pain could be healed by just a Band Aid."

- RJ C. Nepomuceno, Corporate Recruitment


MORE TO FOLLOW... Send us your thoughts on "What do you miss most and why?" now!
WHAT YOU MISS MOST AND WHY(space)NAME(space)SBU to 0926.622.3359.

SOME OF THE THINGS WE MISS MOST


TOYS! Game & Watch, Atari, Daimos, Voltes V and Stars Wars!

FOOD! Ma Mon Luk mami and siopao, hopiang baboy, and La Paz batchoy!

BOOKS! Choose your own adventure, Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, Tintin and Friends!

CANDIES! White Rabbit (with edible milk wrappers!), Tootsie Rolls, Haw Flakes from China, and Flat and Curly Tops from the Philippines!

GAMES! Remember having played these Ace Trump Cards?

GOOD NEWS! NEW BOOKS!




CIS Director for Operations Elaine Kunkle has donated 86 titles to the Writers Guild's Project R.E.A.D. today, October 26, 2006. The Guild will receive them in a formal but simple Turn-Over Ceremony in November.

The Guild expresses its deep appreciation for this gesture. We look forward to having more SPi people explore the world through books!

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

ESSAY: AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

by Hermie Solemino

The journey we are trekking is indeed very long. From life's many avenues, we often pause and wonder how far we've moved on, or maybe we are just wandering in the labyrinth of a vicious cycle, stagnated and held down by many unnecessary worries that cling to us even in our deathbed.

How often do we wonder how big the universe is and how small and minute we are compared to it. The most beautiful, the wealthiest, the most powerful, even the most educated...an array of hyperbole and exaggerated adjectives that never stop, carved and propelled by man's vain imagination and self pride that he endowed himself out of narcissism and arrogance. Ah! Man, oh Man!



At the end of the tunnel...the most profound personal experience anyone can have was the beautiful journey of Rio Diaz Cojuangco. We are at all times frowning on the morbid idea of death, hanging on even to the last speck of hope, to cling on to the life so dear to us. In my solitude, I pondered how beautiful this lady is, not because she is physically pretty but more so because she went out of the basket and found her way to reconcile with our Creator. Rio Diaz Cojuangco, the former beauty queen, the actress, the politician, wife of the son of one of the wealthiest men in the land - she's got it all and yet she artfully and selflessly stripped herself of so many accolades and looked at herself vis-a-vis the spectra of the entire universe, to find out she's nothing compared to the vastness of it much more to the Omnipotent Hand that created it. She traversed her journey, touching people's lives even at the midst of man's most feared anguish called cancer or “Big C” by those who are enlightened and not so enlightened terminally ill patients. Others look at it as a curse, but Rio found blessings in it. She found herself and found God in it. That was far more better than any medicine and cure she received from one of the most elite hospitals in the United States.

I was even more amazed at how great the strength she showed, concerning herself more on how to console her loved ones than herself. People seemed to notice the real beauty that glows in her and yet she never claimed the glory but offered them to God - very selfless! She quoted what mother Theresa of Calcutta once said, “The donkey never did think that the honor and the glory lavished by people during the Feast of the Palm and the victorious entry to Jerusalem was his but to Jesus who was riding on him!”

We can never magnify the whole picture unless we dare to be little and humble. Our self-centeredness blurs our vision of the truth. Her life was a truth for the King of Truth, a living witness that is too fierce as to engulf us in the mystery of God's profound love for us. Until now, she is knocking to open our eyes and see ourselves go squarely beyond the assorted ornaments of the body.

We sojourn and yet it is a journey of limits. We travel on a road we ourselves paved, unguided by the Mighty Engineer who knows us even before we are conceived, the Most High who wanted to tell us that we exist not by accident but by His love. We may have problems like sicknesses and tragedies and we ask Him so many questions, only to lose hope and consequently curse Him. That language is far beyond man's understanding and yet God never see these personal tragedies as curses but as blessings, that he intended these to happen because far more important are not the sicknesses and the weaknesses per se but the messages behind them. That we see these tragedies in the point of view of man's experiences and comprehension, that God's ways and means are distinct beyond the dimension of human understanding. But if we open our hearts and souls and blind our physical senses, there is so much we can discover far beyond human reason. After all, He moves differently from our ways. He moves in His own laws, divine and mysterious, that not even the brightest can grasp its substance.

Some say when you are about to meet the angel of death, there is that reckoning as you look back in time and images of your life flashes before your eyes, painting your vision in a vivid array of colors that defines and narrates your life. Will you spring back in fear and wish to turn back the hands of time? Or will you meet those memories with sweet smile in your face, when you can bade your last farewell with no regrets and resentment and extend your hand with your angel to take your last breath that leads you to the beginning of a whole new world. A world where after the thorny path you traveled, your road is covered with jasmines and hyacinths and roses and crimsons that perfume the air and blossom like they have opened in the early hour of spring waiting just for you while the sweet murmurs of the breeze gently caresses your face, unveiling you so that you can see the glory of God in all His majesty as He allows you to see His face which not a single mortal had seen. What a lavish prize you deserved after a life of pains and sufferings.

When a baby's first cry in the world is heard, we are all celebrating for a new beginning and yet we lament when the same baby ends his life after the end of his days. How short the journey is, how limited the time is, what a journey it has been. And yet in the middle of life we pretend to have seen eternity, holding every moment of it, forgetting the fact that as each leaf is wilting from the tree, time is also drifting and flows so fast like a river. We wake up one day and see our once jet black hair ashed and greyed by the passage of time. That no matter how hard we summon the technology of man, nature is still going through its natural course. That we can never bargain anything to stop the ticking of time, that it has come to pass as it should be. That pretty soon, we are going to let the divine destiny set its pace and we must submit to its wishes, then, we realize that nobody is indispensable, that nobody should live forever, that our end is not an illusion. Until we are only a piece of story in the whole gamut of humanity, a piece of story to tell..even this, fades to nothing as the generations after us follow.

How far can we go then, in this journey of life? We look back and there is Rio Diaz Cojuangco and you will see a very beautiful smile, that bubbly face that opened the eyes of millions and touched the lives of many. She said, and I quote “At the end of the tunnel, I would like to see my Lord telling me "WELL DONE MY GOOD AND FAITHFUL SERVANT!”

_____________________
Hermie Soleminio is from SPi Dumaguete. He is with Corporate HR.

SPipol: FACE TO FACE WITH ROGER RAMOS

by Espie Vitug and Perps Poblador

The man behind Employee Number 0002 is no doubt a legacy in SPi’s history. For the past 26 years, Roger Ramos has been one of the significant few who has seen SPi grow from a humble start-up company into a global enterprise. Yet more than that, Roger is also the man who had worked alongside SPi’s founder, Alan R. Fraser, whom he considers a supportive mentor and an affectionate friend. Surprisingly enough, Roger started his career in SPi as a janitor; he’s still proud to say that, with a gleaming smile to boot! More than the stories and urban legends he shared with us during those days in Saztec and SPI Technologies, Roger’s untold stories about his life’s challenges and successes are an even worthier read.

Starting Up

Roger Bohol Ramos is the eldest of 3 siblings. He was born in Manila in January of 1959 but grew up in Leyte. At 15, he was working in his grandfather’s farm when his grandmother advised him to go to Manila to take his chances at finding a better job. He then started working for a bakery in San Juan. In 1978, he moved to Gabcor Janitorial Services where he was an all-around janitor.

Early on, one can safely say that Roger was destined to work with the top bosses. His first janitorial stint started in the Director’s office of Don Bosco Makati. In his almost 2 years there, he had no absences, no periods of tardiness, and no reprimands were ever issued to him. Says Roger, "My boss admired my exemplary cleaning work!"

Eventually, he transferred to the Commodore’s office at the Philippine Navy headquarters. In January of 1980, the time he was reassigned to Don Bosco, Lady Fate gave his life a twist. One of his co-worker was assigned to a company called Saztec which was then located in Buendia. Afraid of the requirement to speak English to a New Zealander boss, Roger’s friend turned down the offer. Upon hearing this, Roger, awestruck with the idea, immediately asked his supervisor to send him instead. His boss didn’t give a second thought and instantly asked Roger to take his cleaning materials with him and off they went to Buendia. It was then, at that point, that he felt scared.

Dealing With the Founder


As a high school student, as a janitor at the Philippine Navy, at SPi's 25th Anniversary. Roger today.

Alan R. Fraser placed his arm over Roger’s shoulder, his sign of welcome to the man who’d turned out to be special to him later on. For Roger, he considered that moment a gift from God. Undeniably amazed with Roger’s dedication and attitude towards work, Mr. Fraser took him from the janitorial services agency to work for Saztec instead. By 1983, he was already promoted to Senior Clerk and was tasked to do administrative tasks and to supervise a new janitor who had replaced him. In 1985, he was promoted to Staff Assistant. He was one of SPi’s earliest HR employees who took care of the needs of employees by facilitating employment exams, benefits and conducting orientations.

Given many close encounters with Alan Fraser, we asked Roger how Mr. Fraser was as a boss. One thing he could describe Mr. Fraser as is that he was a “people person”. Mr. Fraser used to greet employees when he passed by them, visit the production floor after just a few hours of stay in his room, talk to his people and give them some advice. He established the Alan Fraser Foundation, Inc. which supported hospitals and charity institutions, provided educational scholarships to underprivileged children, and persuaded his employees to share in this passion.




Roger had many fond and amusing memories of Alan Fraser. One particular instance was when Mr. Fraser was trying to teach Roger to speak English. Lucky for him, Roger had the confidence to converse in English with Mr. Fraser even if he would use hand gestures to help him express what he meant. Mr. Fraser, with his distinct New Zealander drawl, was known to speak really fast that it led Roger to misunderstand him many times. Once, he asked Roger to provide him 5 photocopies of a one-page document. Roger thought that Mr. Fraser was also asking for coffee but since he wasn’t sure about what he heard (he mistook “copy” as “coffee”), he didn’t do it. Instead, he made copies of the said document but made 20, paying the bill with his own money. When he got back, Mr. Fraser asked for only 5 copies. Embarrassed, he hid the excess 15 in the restroom supply cabinet. Funny enough, Mr. Fraser found them and advised Roger to ask him again next time he didn’t understand him, and paid Roger for the excess pages.

Mr. Fraser also advised Roger about English grammar, word usage and pronunciation. He even extended his help by sending off Roger to study English. With no chances of finding a good school near SPi, Mr. Fraser instead told him, “I’ll teach you English and you teach me Tagalog!" Roger replied, “I can do that, sir, but mine is Bisaya-style!”

Looking Forward

When the fifth floor of the SPi building used to be an unsheltered space, Roger used to stay there. He would always look up the skies staring at the planes passing over and say to himself, “Someday, I’ll get to be on one of those…” As a man full of wishes and desires, he was eventually able to go on trips abroad, get things he liked, support his siblings in their studies and meet his family’s basic needs, build his own house and invest in a business. Just this year, he achieved the distinction of being the top investor in SPi’s Cooperative.

His secret weapon?

"Putting God as a center of my life. I used to be a janitor and messenger before, going from one Makati building to another. I’d always tell myself that I’ll get inside these beautiful buildings someday. I made it. Never be discouraged. Continue to wish and strive to achieve those dreams. Darating din tayo doon.”, Roger advises.

Despite a colorful past with Saztec and SPI Technologies, he’s also happy to observe that SPi is on the right track and he’s satisfied with the way things are. There are a lot of improvements being made under ELC’s tutelage especially in the value of the services the company offers due to use of technology. With more exciting challenges ahead, Roger noted that the more it has become imperative for SPi people to unite, to support one another and to be dedicated.

As he recalled SPi’s culture in the past, employees used to be highly disciplined; unfortunately today, in many companies in the country, very few show gratitude and concern towards each other and towards their company. Somehow, the sense of ownership is no longer there.

"There is a need to go back to the basics." Roger said that emphasis should be placed on the 4 As which Alan Fraser himself conceived —Attitude, Attendance, Achievement and Accuracy. These guiding principles used to be followed during SPi’s early years but now has transformed into the core competencies of the present SPi. Roger also agrees that life today is tough, but he says that his life long ago was even tougher. The story of Papa Roge — as what his young, spirited colleagues would call him — doesn’t differ much with that of our talented and brilliant new generation of employees yet he also encourages everyone to maintain proper work ethics, which we’re oftentimes missing out today. He also added these simple advices: Show and do kind gestures to others. Smile. Go to work with a peace of mind. Manage your finances well. Save for the future.

All throughout the interview, we’ve been craving to ask Roger this question: After 26 years in SPi, why are you still staying here?

Without hesitation, he smiled and replied, “I love SPi now. It’s a gift from God to me."

Well said, Roger. Absolutely well said.



______________________________
Espie Vitug is an Executive Assistant and is currently the President of the Toastmasters Club of SPi.

Perps Poblador is currently the Operations Support Supervisor in SPi's Healthcare. Perps misses spending in long hours in the Hallmark cards section, eating Tootsie Roll, Magic Bee, Curly Tops, Lips and a certain sour candy (she couldn’t remember its name), playing patintero, Chinese garter and TEX, and shopping in Divisoria. Perps is now in search of her soul mate.

Photo credits: Dylan Gozum. Thanks to Roger Ramos for lending us his photos.

Friday, October 20, 2006

PERSONAL: THE ZAHIR, A REFLECTION



by Mary Grace Reytiran

"...the true experience of freedom is having the most important thing in the world without owning it..." -- Paulo Coelho (Eleven Minutes)

If it would not have been for The Alchemist, I probably won't be interested in reading another Coelho. The Zahir is a story of a bestselling novelist who becomes obsessed with finding out what made his wife, Esther, leave him despite his undying love for her, his wealth and stability. For two years or so, his search for her and the truth of his own life made him lose himself in the process. So what's this Zahir I'm talking about?

The Zahir as described by Paulo Coelho in an interview: According to the writer Jorge Luis Borges, the idea of the Zahir comes from the Islamic tradition and probably arose in the eighteenth century. In Arabic “zahir” means “visible”, “present”, “incapable of going unnoticed”. It can refer to an object or a person, and that object or person gradually takes over our every thought, until we are unable to think of anything else. This could be considered a state of holiness or a state of madness.

Esther, even though she has everything a woman could ever wish for, left in search of happiness. A war correspondent and a successful journalist, she risked covering an ongoing war in a very remote country. The author mentioned in his book that people in a war zone experience true happiness when they're faced with a real battle. "Why?” The same thing I asked myself. It is because they don't live the future but in the present. They don't have to think about what to eat tomorrow or where to spend the holidays or whether they would still have the chance to do that because today might be their last. In short, they savor every second of their life, do all the things that they think would best make each day complete. When I came across this page of the novel, I stopped for quite a long while and tried to imagine myself in these people's shoes. It must be really hard for them to face bullets while thinking about their family from far away. I came to realize that my perspective in life is no closer to theirs. Each night before I sleep, I can't help but worry what will happen tomorrow... and the tomorrow of tomorrow, and torture myself about the events of the past. Yes, I fear the future and worry about many things. I noticed that more often than not, though I know I'm in no control of the unknown, most of my time is wasted on nothing. Not until I got hold of this book.

Now, I’ve learned to appreciate more what life has given me, to cherish and love the people who love me and forgive those who don't. I will rebuild my faith and entrust my future to Him.

My favorite passage from the novel is: "Until one morning, I'll wake up and find I'm thinking about something else, and then I'll know the worst is over. My heart might be bruised but it will recover and become capable of seeing the beauty of life once more. It happened before, it will happen again, I'm sure, when someone leaves, it's because someone is about to arrive. I'll find love again." Do you think when no one arrives, someone has never really left? Maybe. But have you thought that someone has really left for a reason and that the one who would come might just be waiting for the right time?

Coelho describes a relationship similar to a pair of railway tracks which always are parallel with each other while keeping their distance, maintaining a certain space in between thus allowing the chance to grow on each own. It's another way of putting Kahlil Gibran's words on marriage: “Let each one of you be alone, even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music... and stand together yet not too near together: for the pillars of the temple stand apart, and the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow”. The protagonist of the novel read the signs, waited for the right moment, and has recovered.

Let me conclude by quoting another passage: "Love is a disease; no one wants to get rid of it. Those who catch it never try to get better, and those who suffer it do not wish to be cured." We may not admit it, but each one of us has his/her own Zahir. For some it may be something, but for many it's someone, or better put, it is love for someone. Yes, for almost seven years now, I do have one, but I'm slowly making a distance from it. I'm breaking away from the world I built just for my Zahir and myself alone and began to look beyond the here and now. It may take a while. It won't be easy, I know, but I have to. Happiness I will search, I'm trying.

I'm letting go of my Zahir.

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Mary Grace Reytiran is from CIS. She has been part of our A Series of Fortunate Events since Day One and a member of our Project R.E.A.D. - Readers Circle.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

PERSONAL: SIESTA MADNESS


by Mahros Abaño

I don’t know if you would agree with me that the most noted Filipino tradition that is by far the most hated by any kid age 5 to 12, is the siesta. Okay, some do-gooder will raise his hand and say that siesta was a Spanish tradition and was just passed on to us Pinoys; then again, it as important as a Filipino quirk as say, calling toothpaste of any brand, Colgate.

When I was a kid, I absolutely hated siestas. I would prefer watching television rather than taking a nap. Since I went to a public elementary school, I only have classes in the morning. My grandmother and our yaya would be the ones watching my sister and I, since both of our parents work. So after I got my lunch and the final credits for Eat Bulaga (they still have credits streaming up the television then) appear on the screen, it could only mean one thing, its time to take a nap. My sister would immediately follow our yaya to our room. I surmise this was because she’s still a baby at that time.

Now, being the argumentative kid that I was, I never took it quite lightly. My grandmother, a feisty woman of Waray descent, never took to tantrums well. Every afternoon, neighbors would hear our arguments on the issue of my taking a nap. Our debates would usually sound like this:

“Ok, Eat Bulaga is now through. It’s time for you to sleep,” Lola would say.

“Can I just stay for Agila?” I would plea.

“No, you have to sleep now.”

“Could I stay until “Ang Nakaraan”?”

“No.”

“Why do we need to sleep?”

“It is because kids need to sleep to grow.”

“Can I just stay for Agila?”

“No.”

“Why don’t you take a nap as well?”

“When you grow old, you cannot get as much sleep as you wanted. So you go and sleep now.”

“Can I just stay for Agila?”

“No.” By this time, she would begin to stand and slowly walk to the kitchen. “If you don’t get to your room, I am coming back with the walis tingting.”

When this comes on cue, I would immediately run to my room. I would then feign sleeping for a few minutes but I keep my ears open as I listen intently as the theme song of the then-popular afternoon soap, Agila, was playing. As soon as the commercials were over, I would slowly stand up and pretend that I was sleeping for awhile and head for the living room.

By this time, my grandmother was usually sleeping on the sofa, but my yaya was usually up watching television. She would then begin the usual banter that usually sounds like this:

“Oi, oi, why are you up already?”

“Umm, I need to go to the bathroom.” I would say.

“Then go to the bathroom.”

“I’ll just watch until the commercial.”

“Ok, only after this commercial, ha. Your lola wants you to go to islip (she pronounces it that way).” My yaya is not as terse as my grandmother who was now snoring at the couch. By the third commercial (not necessarily always but jut in the middle of the program), my grandmother would stir and find me awake and watching television.

“Why are you up already?”

“I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Then go to the bathroom.” Unlike my yaya, she would watch and wait until I get into my room again. Usually, she would go back to sleep but there are times she would watch the programs. During these times that she would go back to sleep, I would again do my “going to the bathroom routine” to be able to watch TV.

After a few months, my parents got worried because my yaya told them I would go to the bathroom often. They took me to the doctor and had several tests. It was horrible. After that, I never tried that trick again.

Years later, my grandmother moved to my aunt’s house to help when aunt had my cousin. We also got a more lenient yaya who lets us watch TV and drink soft drinks in the afternoons until my father fired her because my sister got sick. After that, things got back to the same routine when my grandmother moved back in with us.

After my grandmother died two years ago, my sister and I were talking about how we tried to avoid taking siestas when we were kids. We laughed at how we tried all the palusot in the book just to not take them.

It was ironic that we are now clamoring for a few more minutes of sleep that as kids we totally threw away. I, for one, could now look back to those days with fondness, for they were not just fun times but times well spent with my grandmother; and bit of regret, because if I have just listened to my grandmother when she made me take siestas then, I should have been tall by now.


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Mahros Abaño is a part-time eccentric, full-time neurotic. She currently scratches her gray matter for the uses of punctuation marks she learned in elementary school as she is an English Editor for HDI. She is also on a Holy Grail pursuit for the best hopia on earth.

Painting: The Siesta, Vincent van Gogh

Monday, October 16, 2006

STANZAS OF STILLNESS

Alaala mo MARL, #1

Sa mga nagkalat
na batong bituin
ay natisod na naman
ang aking pag-iisip
at sa pagkakadapa
sa alaala mo’y
nakalublob at
ayaw na waring tumayo!


Alaala mo MARL, #2

Sa paggapang
ng tulirong mag-iisa
hindi makakita
sa pag-asang madilim,
kaya’t pilit kong kinakapa
ang bawat kataga
ng tinapon mong
dagling paalam.


Alaala mo MARL, #5

Sa hinabing
panahon ng limot
itinago ko
ang mga larawan
at pangako mo
datapuwat di-maiwan
itong sisidlang sunong
lagi ng puso’t isip.

__________________________
Jose Perseus Canivel is the Writers Guild's Workshop Manager and Corporate Initiatives Coordinator of CIS.




G.Y.

No laughing on company hours. Looks like you just bought yourself a shift scrubbing the latrines. – Graveyard Shift (1990), Stephen King


What better way to spend an evening
than by keeping awake
when everyone else is on their way to Neverland

Here is a shrouded consciousness unaffected
by vintage videos of Warwick and the Beatles on Youtube

Drowning in reports of suicidal ideation and STDs
by faceless people from across the sea
whose lives make for interesting reading
between sips of stale coffee and biscuits.

Is it about enjoying the solitude unquestioningly
or is this simply to avoid the judgment of people
whom you might end up working with during the day?

July 5, 2006
Manila
Sarimanok Dreams

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Vingel Yago is the nom de plume of an English Editor in HDI.

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Saturday, October 07, 2006

SPi TRADITIONS


One of the many things that make staying in SPi meaningful is the courtesy we accord other co-employees - even if they are not hired directly by SPi. One of the most ignored members of the SPi family are our shuttle drivers. Like us, they also work 24/7 to make sure that we get to work on time, without delay, and in full safety as accorded by our safe shuttle vehicles. Despite the monotony of having to drive back and forth short distances, our drivers never fail to give us a smile or a warm greeting when we go onboard any time of the day, in any weather condition.

So please, next time you take our shuttles, do not forget to thank our drivers. There is nothing like a kind word or expression of gratitude for people who work doubly hard as we do.

THREE DOWN, 1 MORE TO GO!


Click on photo to enlarge!

The third to the last in Writers Guild's A Series of Fortunate Events (Writing Workshop Series 2006) happened without a hitch last Saturday, October 7. Guest speaker was Palanca-winner Genaro Gojo Cruz, a young professor from the universities of De la Salle and Philippine Normal.

His topic, an introduction to the art of the short story (in Filipino), made use of a series of guides to assist new writers in starting to write their own short stories. He also read one story he himself wrote and opened it to critiquing by the participants.

The participants were then asked to create their own characters (with complete details like name, age, dreams, frustrations, etc.), were grouped and charged with putting these characters together and create a short story out of them. Out of the 6 groups, 2 were adjudged as the best among the lot and will soon be published in BACKSPACE and in the Guild's year-ender paperback literary journal, Caught in the Act.

The Guild wishes to express its deepest gratitude to the following: SPi Management, through Employee Relations, in helping us make these workshops possible. The Office of CSR for sending us their teachers. FMG, Security and SPi service drivers for assisting make this activity worry and snag-free. All our participants who came from afar and spared us their weekend - please know that we do this for you so that you can prove to yourselves that you can do and be more! Genaro Gojo Cruz for sharing his time and imparting his wealth of knowledge and experience. JP Canivel, our tireless Workshop Manager.

Mabuhay po ang maikling kuwento! Pia, get well soon! Alex, we look forward to having you back with us.

Samples of Genaro Cruz's books for children


Ritchelle of SPS creates a short story together with public school teachers
Lisa of HDI together with public school teachers
Bernard Bolloso of CIS reads his group's short story
Alev of CIS narrates her group's short story
Carl of SPS opens his bag for the world to see...
...as girlfriend Kate shows off the contents of her kikay kit as Cruz looks on. It is said that what you have in your bag says a lot about you. This style or method can be used in creating a character for your own story.

Writers Guild President Dylan Gozum, speaker Genaro Cruz, and WG Workshop Manager JP Canivel. Not in the photo are WG VP Pia Manzano and Poetry Editor Alex de Juan.

All's well that ends well!!!
See you all again on November 11 & 18!!!