KaEskwela, atbp.
Torres High School Batch '78 News Page
"Our aim is to link us together as we prepare for our 25th Grand Anniversary Reunion in the year 2003.

January 2002 Edition
Happy New Year.....

   The year 2001 has been very good for the batch.  We held a lot of mini-reunions most notably the ones in the West Coast and Manila.  Here is the review of the year 2001.

Newly-Found Buddy.....

   We are very happy to hear this report from our number 1 Manila correspondent, Perlie Gonzalez, on another SS-Cancer.....Edgar Luce.  Read on to know more about Edgar. Welcome aboard, Edgar!!!

Buddy to Buddy.....

  This section will demonstrate to us the buddy system in our batch.  It is people helping people.  Do you need to find a buddy?  Send your "Buddy to Buddy" request to your geographic contacts.

>>>    Please help us find the following buddies:
(Requested by Philip Mangay)

Edgie Endrina 
Joseph Carlos
Ernesto Mercado

Email Address Update

   We noticed that a lot of our email are bouncing back.  Some of the email addresses has been changed and we do not know the new address.  Please send us an update of you current email address or if you know someone who just changed address, please pass the info to us.  We would also love to hear back from our batchmates in Saipan if their email address is right.

New Email Addresses:

Roberto "Obet" Reylado - 
Evelyn Alcaraz Muallil - 
megalcaraz@hotmail com
Edgar Luce

Happy Birthday
Ronnel Samson -Jan 12
Happy Anniversary
Nell and Beng Cena - Jan. 17
Arnel & Teresita Macalinao's 6th - Jan 25
Josue & Helen Roque-Pandy's 16th - Jan 26
Elmer and Beng Cruz-Pangan's 12th - Jan 31
Mid-Life Crisis

Here is a part 2 of our coverage on mid-life crisis.  As most us if not all turned 40, this might be helpful to cope up with what we are experiencing.  Thanks Paring Erick for sharing this with us.


Here is a picture from Perlie's treasure box...

Left to right:  Evelyn Alcaraz,  Perlie Gonzales, Olive Griarte, Dolly Dela Cruz & Merlie Sugay.

Whose Child Is This?.....

Can you guess who the parent of this lovely child is??? Clue...they are Vancouverites and her dad is from the batch '79.

Where Do We Go From Here???
    One year to go and we do not have definite plans on our 25th Grand Reunion yet?....I heard someone commented.  I guess we have gathered enough manpower to start the plan. We have to work on our What, When, Where, How......Why? Because 2003 is just around the corner......

Send us an email us for comments and suggestions.

Fr. Erick Santos  @ henrique@info.com.ph
Felix Parado  @ lex_parado@yahoo.com
Rey Bisda  @ rbisda@osfinc.com

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Year 2001Review
     The year started with our newly found Ofelia Buzon-Calaquian and we found out that she snatched her husband, June from the seminary and is now running the Dominico Travel System.
     In February, Malou Cruz-Santos found Ferdinand Lomibao who works in the IT department of GMA- Channel 7.  The EDSA 2 derailed our Family Day plan.  We were saddened by the death of the Dad Hernando of Diana Lansangan-Gonzales.  And we prayed for the recovery of Dana Bartolome-Bautista's dad.
     In March, our recruit from batch '79 Virginia "Gigi" Paiste sprouted from Vancouver.  And another Vancouverite, Terry Javier-Abad gave us the inside story of our great P.A. Department head, Mr. Eugenio Javier.  Terry also got a surprise 40th birthday party from our batchmates and friends in Vancouver.
     April...was the month of the Espinos. Leah Espino-Ponio with her family met and stayed with Diana Lansangan-Gonzales in Riverside and got a chance to meet our B.C. connections when they stayed with Ruben and Fenchie Cajiuat in Vancouver.  A tribute to Leah's brother...Noe (aka Bespren Diego) was sent by Fr. Erick.  Another brother, Nilo Espino from batch '79 landed in Toronto and was given a VIP treatment by Rey Bisda's and Val Buzon's family. We finally got a chance to see Jay Po and his daughter's picture from Alaska. Rogelio "Roger" Medina was sighted by Malou Cruz-Santos.
     In May, we found another batchmate couple...Philip Mangay who is working with the Administration of Hyundai Engineering in Iran and Matet-Manuel Mangay who works as Loan Processor at PSBank as well as take care of their two teenagers. Reynaldo "Rey" Santos and his family visited the Parados in San Dimas, California.  Another mini reunion took place in San Dimas when Terry Javier-Abad and family visited the Parados and they were joined by the Bautistas.
     In June we found July...the nickname of Eliseo Peres who is connected to J. Ray McDermott International as a Senior Electrical Engineer. Our San Fran girl, Liberty Rueda-Odiamar visited our friends in Vancouver and was joined by Beng Nuguid-Evangelista and Terry Javier-Abad's family.  Our sympathy outpoured to Malou Cruz-Santos, Rebecca Cruz-Pangan and Benjie Cruz on the death of their beloved father, BENJAMIN CRUZ, SR... then to Terry Javier-Abad on the death of her father. Fr. Erick Santos' grandma, MELANIA DELA CRUZ SANTOS also passed away in June.
     In July we found August.....Augusto "Augie" Garcia of batch '79 who currently resides in San Francisco.  The Parados hold their annual reunion with the Bautistas and Solitarias (Tet Castro-Solitaria) and they were joined this year by Diana Lansangan-Gonzales.  Later in the month, the Parados had their getaway trip to Seattle where they were met by Beng Nuguid-Evangelista and Celso Galvez' family.
     In August, we found Ompong...Rodolfo Nacianceno who lives in Virginia and is married to Jay Po's sister, Ma. Caridad.  The hunt for Thess Samson was on and we got a lead that made Thess a Canadian citizen who is now Tess Courtland from the vicinity of Ottawa.  Too bad, Thess...Perlie deported you back to Imus, Cavite. 
     September....we found Dr. Luis "Chito" Abad, DVM.  And an email from Angie Batang of batch '75 pleaded to help her find her batchmates. Rey wrote and sent pictures of Nilo Espino's Toronto visit.  Our Family Day was postponed again due to 911 incident in NYC.
     In October, we've seen the concern of batchmates to our friends in New York through the email sent trying to track them down during the 911 disaster.  We also found out na nagmukhang aspasol si Victor Edrosolan when he almost got buried when he curiously went close to the twin towers.  Meanwhile in the West Coast, the Parados and the Gonzaleses had another get-together at Diana's place in Riverside.  We found two new buddies Ferdie Celis (found us through Philip)and Edwin Tuazon.(who  We found out from Ferdie that his cousin Philip Mangay had an accident in Iran. We also prayed for Edna Adriano's mom (Alicia) who had a stroke and was comatose.
     November was a happy & sad monthin the Philippines.  Our batchmates were gathered in Helen & Vio Roque's dad's funeral.  Fr. Erick said the funeral mass and they were joined by Olive, Merlie, Jessie, Beng, Tess (Samson), Dolly, Perlie, Arnela Villalon, Elmer, Dodie and Rolly.  They also paid a get-well soon visit to Philip Mangay....Edna, Merlie, Moises, Olive, Dolly, Ferdie Celis, Fr. Erick and Sir Jun Narvaez from batch '77 were there to give support to Philip.  But the highlight of the year is when the members of "Ang Sulo" reunited at Glorietta in Makati (Saisaki and Le Boulevardier).  In attendance were Fr. Erick, Dolly, Perlie, Rey Medenilla, Leonor, Ellen, Edmund and Pennie & Lala were there, too. It was a night of reminiscing, feasting, drinking and partying until early morning. Our newly found buddies of the month were the Holy Moises Sta. Ana and the part II of Luis "Chito" Abad.
     The year ended with a jolly picture of our New Yorkers...Boyet, Chris, Olong & Victor as proof that they are all alive and well in NYC.  The picture of Rosalie Diego-Hannigan's October 27th baby, Katelin Rose, finally arrived. We found another E-1 Evelyn Alcaraz-Muallil and we got an email from Sir Jimmy Roque (batch '77). 
     The year 2001 has been a year when bonding and caring has been greatly demonstrated in the group.  We hope 2002 will be just as fruitful and we will see more activities in the planning committee.



Newly-Found Buddy

Edgar Luce

-----Original Message-----
From: Perlie.Gonzales@datacraft-asia.com [mailto:Perlie.Gonzales@datacraft-asia.com]
Sent: Monday, December 10, 2001 10:29 PM
To: vbuzon@kpmg.ca

Hi Val,

I'm happy to let you know that I have glanced with Edgar Luce at the ground floor office of the building where I am currently working.  He was hesitant, kasi, I'm calling him so I asked him, "Are you Edgar Luce?".  And he replied:  "Yes."   I said, "I'm Perlie Gonzales, do you still remember me?", saka pa lang ako nilapitan.    I have asked him to go with me in our office and showed him the batch's website.  He was excited and said, he still remember the face of some of our batchmates on the pictures I have shown him.  Here's a brief info: 

Graduated from Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Maynila with a degree of Civil Engineering.  Married to Susan, 38 and has four (4) kids, namely:  Honeylet (14), Hyacinth (di cya sure kung ilan taon na.  ano ba yan?  ganoon na ba tayo talaga katanda!), Henessy (11) and Harmony (9).  They live in Las Piñas, Metro Manila.

He is one of the incorporators of Inertia Constructors Network Corporation (Office address:  Unit 201 RVG Building, No. 1 Bayanihan Drive cor. Road 20, Bahay Toro, Quezon City) and holding the position of President. 

You may get in touch with him at HP# 0918-9013683, tel/fax nos.:  4533946 and 9268185 should you wish to talk to him. 

Sayang, I could have taken his picture sana kung bumalik lang sya sa office.  Dibale, he promised to send us pictures naman.

Best regards, 

Customer Service Administrator 



Whose Child Is This?

This is Jana (15 months old) with her pan-de-sal and balloon.
Yum yum !!!!
She is the pretty daughter of Celso and Joanne Galvez.



Mid-Life Crisis (Part II)

From harrowing experiences to joy: 
Confessions of a middle aged ex-junkie

 My second brother Raul, 44, has recently been sending me fillers through
e-mail that he is undergoing midlife crisis. He does not go much into
details -- just little complaints about being tired, unable to decide what
he wants out of life, staring at crossroads and dead ends. It's the kind of
problem, which I find difficult to react to - that philosophical crisis of
the soul, a pain that transcends the physical and emotional planes. 

 I should know. Four years ago, I was in the same boat. I woke up one
morning and felt depressed. I was 32, overweight, loveless, broke, alone,
and felt like nothing was happening to my life. The worse part of it was, I
didn't know what would make me happy. This feeling dragged on up until my
34th birthday. After passing the denial stage, I was finally able to accept
the fact that I am indeed suffering from midlife crisis. Ever the
conscientious researcher, I tried to know more about this much-talked about
American malady.

 My readings were limited to books written by American authors and three
Filipino books, which were written by middle-aged Filipino celebrities who
belong to the upper crust of society. Which makes me sometimes wonder: do
poor people -- those who live in the slums and shanties -- do they go
through midlife crisis, too? They probably don't. Perhaps the struggle for
physical and material survival doesn't allow them to reflect and dwell on
their respective lives anymore.

 According to my readings, sometime between the ages of 28 and 33, a person
normally experiences the first stages of stagnation and discontent. This,
according to midlife guru Gail Sheehy, is that stage where we push and
reappraise our relationships and either reorder or intensify our
commitments. "In the 10 years after reaching 35," writes Sheehy, "both men
and women confront an often harrowing passage when mortality first becomes
real and time suddenly begins to press in. As we examine the gaps between
our youthful illusions and where we actually are, we may experience the
same confusion and fears we thought we have left far behind in adolescence.
Such inner turmoil has become well known as the midlife crisis."

 I liked the way Sheehy used the word "harrowing" to describe this stage,
for that was exactly what I felt during that time. Physically, I saw
manifestations of time's betrayal: worry lines started to appear in my
forehead; unwanted and stubborn avoirdupois grew in my belly; my hairline
receded.  When I woke up one morning and found strands of falling hair in
my pillow, I was petrified. My defense mechanism shot up to stratospheric
heights. I told myself aging is natural, it's all in the mind, etc. I even
quoted Shakespeare by saying, "We owe God a death." But my ego simply
refused to wholeheartedly accept these facts. I'm too young to feel old and
too old to feel young. 

 Mentally, I felt more inadequate. All my life, I've always regarded myself
as somebody who can think well. I know I'm far from being an Einstein, but
I could easily analyze problems, command words and punctuation to behave,
do simple arithmetic, and absorb facts, figures, and insights like a
sponge. Imagine my surprise when I discovered one morning that I couldn't
even identify the subject and predicate of a sentence, which I was writing.
Was that five years ago when I said my work was insultingly easy? How come
my bosses complained about my written work?

 Emotionally, I became insecure. My fears doubled. I began to compare
myself with my colleagues. Among our college group, I'm the only one who
doesn't have a graduate degree. I carried that chip on my shoulder for
years! When I was 25, I told myself I'd make my first million by the age of
30. When I turned 34, I had to close my bankbook because my money was only
20 pesos. I felt like a junkie.

 My temper also flared up easily. So much so, that one time right after I
had an argument with a former officemate, I banged the door, kicked the
waste can, and threw things in my office. What cooled me down and made me
embarrassed was when our secretary talked to our staff and made an apology
on my behalf. She quitely said: "pasensya na kayo kay sir, tumatandang
binata na kasi. (You have to forgive sir, he's becoming an old bachelor,
you see). And just as my angry emotions intensified, I also discovered an
unknown part of myself - I was turning mushy and lachrymose. I would go
misty-eyed at sad stories and cry over dramatic novels. When I found myself
sobbing while watching the cartoon movie "Bambi," I went into panic. Gee,
something must be terribly wrong with me!

 My spiritual side was even worse. For the first time, I started to have
doubts about my faith. I even engaged myself into a debate with an SVD
priest friend regarding the authenticity of an afterlife. What if there is
no such thing as heaven and hell? I asked him. "Huwag naman, lugi naman
kami nyan," (I hope it's not true, we're at the losing end if that's the
case), he seriously intoned. See? I told him. If a priest like you is
unsure, can you expect me to have firm convictions? He threw a question
back: "So what do you believe then?" I don't know, I confusedly replied. I
thought I've done my spiritual search in college. Now I'm back to the basic

 And if that wasn't enough, everyday of my stressful life, I have to
contend myself with that irritating nagging question: "Why aren't you
married yet?" Rather than be rude, I found myself explaining that this was
my choice and that my status does not in any way make me a freak of nature.
But then, I found it difficult to keep on explaining to people every time.

 Midlife crisis is harrowing because you wrestle with your personal demons,
deconstruct and challenge your self-postulates, go into private wars, and
cope with your own malaise, maladroitness, and sense of disarray. It's a
flummoxed stage, which can pull the sail out of your boat, while your
seemingly woebegone life unreels before your eyes like a mythological
monster, evoking a sense of doom.

 But just like the changing seasons, a refreshing breeze flows from nature
and through time, one slowly learns to romance tranquility. Changes come at
dead ends. As my former editor would often say, "the most dramatic change
happens to a person when he is pushed to the wall and he is left with no
choice but to make that change." In my case, it was my first trip abroad
that became my turning point. From my very fast-paced life in the
Philippines, my new job took me to a research institute in Taiwan, which
resembles that of a monastery. For months, I hanged on to keep my sanity
intact while I acclimatized myself into this cold, impersonal, and
non-English speaking environment. I survived on long letters and phone
calls, but after awhile, when I realized that my friends have lives and
families of their own, I unwittingly surrendered to the counsel of my own
wisdom. I began to pray even if I had doubts that someone was listening to
me and learned the art of talking to myself. When you're helpless, you just
have to believe in a higher force or a Supreme Being. I did what I thought
was right. I was baptized Catholic so I went to mass, participated in a
bible study group, read till my eyes drooped, became conscious about my
health, ran daily to experience the endorphin rush, and slowly socialized.
Before I knew it, I graduated from awkwardness to comfort.

 Physically, I've come to accept the painful fact that I could no longer
compete with teen-aged dudes in the strength and looks department. My
body's metabolism is slowing down. I believe that my parents' genes, which
carry a long history of ailments such as obesity, cardiac arrest, cancer,
diabetes, and hypertension, are all within my system, and unless I live a
healthy lifestyle, those ailments would start to activate. And so I became
aware of my meat, salt, sugar, and alcohol intake and started to replace
them with fruits and vegetables. My occasional smoking is the only problem
that bothers me but I am trying hard to quit. 

I likewise discovered that if one just hangs on and relies on his
wellspring of strength, new passions would emerge. I never knew I could
cook until one day, I experimented on making my own version of spaghetti
bolognese. The word spread around and I have started to get a regular set
of followers who eagerly wait for my next kitchen appointment. With the
help of cookbooks, hours of hanging around the kitchen, and reliance on my
discriminating taste buds, I have slowly earned the reputation of being a
promising chef. I used to be chained by the glamour and stability that
white-collared job offers. But now, the thought of shifting jobs from
corporate work to odd ones even sounds exciting to me. I've always dreamed
of becoming a chef, like Richard Gere in "Autumn in New York" or a
bartender, like Tom Cruise in "Cocktail."

For many months, there was an inner voice that dictated me to write. I've
been ignoring this voice, but it won't stop nagging me. It yells at me at
all times: in the middle of the night, when I'm taking a shower,
exercising, riding in buses or trains, or even in the middle of a boring
office meeting. I'm becoming docile to this voice now. I write no matter
what. I just let this voice guide me. It might lead me somewhere, and I'm
no longer afraid.

I've become more tolerant, and my temper has leveled down. When you're in a
foreign country, you'll always think twice about blowing your top because
this might mean your immediate deportation. And so I count up to 500, or
sometimes even up to 1000 when I'm steaming just to cool myself down. I
still cry over sad novels and movies, but I am not ashamed of it anymore.
I've thrown stereotype gender roles out of the window a long time ago. I've
reached that stage where people's opinions about myself don't affect me at
all. I figured that life is too short and to dwell on negative things is
going to take a toll on my health.

By any known standards, I am still very far from being rich, but I no
longer dream of making millions. As long as I know how to work, I told
myself I wouldn't go hungry. I've paired down my needs Just give me a
comfortable bed and some money to spend on books and decent meals, I'd
survive. My only form of vice right now is traveling, which could really be
expensive, but that only happens every now and then. I could always forgo
buying expensive shoes or electronic gadgets in exchange for plane fares
and hotel accommodations. 

No longer pious, my spiritual life has taken a different course, too. I
don't go to church regularly but I rediscovered God and talk to Him every
day. I'm even thinking of doing some volunteer or apostolic work because I
want to help people. I feel I have been so blessed, I want to share my
blessings with others.

 At midlife, we do take stock of things, and our discoveries oftentimes
surprise us. I guess the important thing is to nurture our solitude while
at the same time, not totally neglect our social life. We should also not
take the stigma and negative tags that go along with the term "middle age"
too seriously. I used to feel awkward getting more interested in yoga and
yogurt rather than rap music and cognac -- but not anymore. 

 The shining leitmotif of midlife, I suppose, is managing change. We
mellow, do our reality checks, clean up our acts, acquire a level of
persnicketiness, slow down, simplify, and forgive ourselves. I still
believe in the magical power of love, but I no longer go crazy for that
kind of feeling, which Gwynyth Paltrow mouthed in "Shakespeare in Love" as
the "love that overthrows life."

 After five years, I am proud to say that I am peaceful and happy. I know
this is not and will never be a perfect state. I still feel blue every now
and then, experience silly moments, and am contented with my loveless
status. But who doesn't feel blue from time to time? Does everyone feel
smart 24 hours a day? And was it "Time" magazine that recently ran a story
on the escalating divorce rate and that more people are choosing single
life over marriage? If this is the case, I must be in good company then.

 Somebody said the worst form of loneliness is when it is shared with
someone. If this is so, then maybe the best form of happiness is when it is
experienced alone. Recently, I wrote the following in my journal, and have
discovered that almost every weekend thereafter, I succumb to this new
level of joy:

5 April 2001

It all sounds like a coffee and bacon advertisement, but it's true,
sometimes I wake up to perfect mornings. Just like today, I opened my eyes
with a smile on my face knowing that it's a holiday. No rush bathroom
rituals, hurried breakfasts, and making on-the-spot decisions on what
office attire I have to wear. The thermometer, which hangs on my wall,
registered 20 degrees Celsius. There was no sunshine but the wind was cool.
From my glass window, birds chirped in unison. For almost a minute, I was
swept by the natural sweet cadence of what seemed like a thousand tweets.
The sounds came from a mango tree where the birds nestled. The marvelous
thing was, after they rendered their musical performance, a gust of wind
blew, and they all flew towards the north. It was a sight to behold - a
flock of birds in graceful flight, fading before my eyes. I said my morning
prayers, made 50 push-ups, and jogged in place to allow my blood to
circulate. And then I went down to the kitchen and started to brew coffee.
While the coffeemaker was making those gurgling sounds, I stared at the
kitchen window and noticed the tall blades of grass swaying slowly near our
herb garden. It was a sight I wanted to freeze. I could have painted this
scene if I was an artist. I went back to my room and played Antonio
Vivaldi's Concerto No. 10 in C Minor. I was overjoyed. I felt like I could
live forever.

 I am confident that my brother will soon be happy, too, because everyone
that goes through a harrowing crisis can always discover his or her bigger
self. People in midlife have to fight. We have to believe that we deserve a
second lease on life. We should vow to be better.

Ronald Mangubat
22 September 2001
Shanhua, Tainan, Taiwan

From Rev. Fr. Erick Santos



Buddy to Buddy
  This section will demonstrate to us the buddy system in our batch.  It is people helping people.  Do you need to find a buddy?  Send your "Buddy to Buddy" request to your geographic contacts.

Please help us find the following buddies:

Edgie Endrina, Joseph Carlos, Ernesto Mercado

(Requested by Philip Mangay)

(Still) Wanted:

Maybelle Limasing, Rogelio Isleta, Bien Cruz, Ester Trilliana, Emma Nicholas, Yolanda Wines, Elena Villalon, Caroline Palero-Torres, Bong Lauza, Nenette Kit Cruz, Antonio Ocampo,  Rainier Virgino, Susan Prado, Mario Mendoza, Benilda Inocencio,  Rodel Lachica, Rioben Guzman, Nora Villanueva

If you have information on them please let one of us know