Friday, December 17, 2004

HAPPY MERRY CHRISTMAS!




"Happy Merry Christmas!"

Lance used to say this when he was a baby. And then Troy followed suit.

Maybe it was because they were so cute. Maybe it was because it sounded so heartfelt. Or maybe it was because it was usually accompanied with a shy smile and large shining eyes. For whatever reason, nobody (us included) had the heart to correct my two boys.

Lance is now a five-year-old who eschews baby talk, but he still says it.

Troy is a proud big brother to his baby sister, Reanna, but he still says it.

And I know that when Reanna gets older, she WILL be saying it.

In fact, the rest of the household now says "Happy Merry Christmas".

We know it's grammatically incorrect. But somehow, through repeated sayings, it doesn't sound quite as awkward anymore. Lorenzo and I now find ourselves saying it like it's the most natural thing on earth.

And so, from our family to yours, my husband and I wish you all a

Happy Merry Christmas!


Lance, 5, with Santa.


Troy, 3, with Santa.


Reanna, 6 months, with Santa.

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

HAVING MY BABY
(Part Two of THE REANNA MONOLOGUES)




The verdict is in: Scott Peterson has been found guilty of first degree murder for the killing of his wife, Laci, and second degree murder, for causing the death of their unborn son, Conner. Laci was in her last month of pregnancy when she died.

To the very end, I had hoped that he would be found innocent, not because he resembles Ben Affleck, but because there is a part of me that refuses to believe someone could be so evil as to kill his pregnant wife, knowing he would be taking two lives in one fell swoop.

As these events unfolded in public, here in Modesto, no less, something else involving the life of an unborn child was hitting closer to home. I wrote about it in my previous post, but had to strike it from my blog in the interest of "privacy". Nevertheless, I ask those of you who read it to continue praying for that person, and the tiny life she is carrying. (Two words: Street Views.)

This is why I find Scott Peterson's crime so reprehensible. It's one thing to kill your own wife, but how can you be so arrogant as to take your unborn son's life away, without even giving him a chance to take in that first breath of air? Do you realize how many women out there struggle with difficult pregnancies? How dare you terminate a perfectly healthy one, just to get out of a marriage you obviously didn't want to be in? Who made YOU God?

My heart goes out to Laci, who eagerly stood at the threshold of motherhood without quite making it there. The happiest days of my life took place when I was pregnant. There is just something so sacred about carrying a new life for nine whole months.

Alas, for some of us, those nine months are fraught with uncertainty. With me, for instance, it's making it to nine months that's a problem. Now, whenever I look at Reanna, I hold her just a little bit tighter, thanking the Lord that my experience had a happy ending.



It is because I can now carry my literal "happy ending" in my arms that I finally have the luxury of reliving key dates in my pregnancy in this post, the latest installment in "THE REANNA MONOLOGUES".

(Warning: This post contains the lyrics to the Paul Anka song of the same title, which, I've been told, was named one of the cheesiest songs of all time. Consider me a hopeless romantic, but I beg to differ. I happen to think it's the sweetest tribute to pregnancy, and impending motherhood, ever written. Since it topped the charts in 1974, staying at Number 1 for three weeks, I think a lot of women would agree.)


(You're) Having My Baby

(Performed by Paul Anka in a duet with Odia Coates.)
Lyrics and music: Paul Anka
Libretto: Renee Sereno
Pictures: Lorenzo and Renee's camera phones

(Director's Note: Just imagine a music video unfolding in your mind, with the occasional narration and fuzzy pictures. I realize this may be a stretch of the imagination, especially for those born after the 70's, since they may not even know this song at all. However, I believe these lyrics are strong enough to stand on their own, even without the catchy melody.)

(You're) Having my baby
What a lovely way of saying
How much you love me.
Having my baby
What a lovely way of saying
What you're thinking of me.


DATE: a weekday, around the first half of October last year
SETTING: Costco Wholesale Club
CAST: Renee and her sisters-in-law, Selina and Grace

SCENE: Selina gets a pregnancy kit from the shelf, telling her companions she might be pregnant because she hasn't had her period yet. Renee keeps silent. SHE hasn't had her period either, but she's on the pill, so she doubts she is pregnant. Lorenzo, on the other hand, is already certain she is...

I can see it
Your face is glowing
I can see it in your eyes.
And I'm happy in knowing...


DATE: Wednesday, October 22, 2003
SETTING: The Sereno Residence
CAST: Lorenzo and Renee Sereno

SCENE: After watching "Jumanji" with Lorenzo and the kids, Renee retires to the master bath with an e.p.t. she bought at Target. She left Lorenzo napping downstairs, lest he be disappointed with the test results. At this point, Renee is still POSITIVE she is not pregnant, and is genuinely surprised that her test came out...positive! She tells Lorenzo the good news, and they celebrate over The Works burgers at Sweet River.

That you're having my baby.
You're the woman I love
And I love what it's doing to you.
Having my baby
You're a woman in love
And I love what's going through you.


DATE: Sunday, December 28, 2003
SETTING: Emanuel Hospital, Turlock, CA
CAST: Lorenzo and Renee Sereno, Kaiser OB-Gyn Dr. Ishii

SCENE: At 17 weeks, Renee starts feeling contractions three days after Christmas. When they hadn't subsided by late evening, Lorenzo takes her to the hospital. It is their first major scare in this pregnancy. Two days later, Renee has a sonogram and they find out she is carrying a GIRL!

The need inside you
I see it showing
Oh, the seed inside you
Baby, do you feel it growing?
Are you happy in knowing
That you're having my baby?


DATE: Monday, March 22, 2004
SETTING: Monterey and Carmel, CA
CAST: The Sereno family.

SCENE: Lorenzo and Renee go to Monterey on a whim, to celebrate Renee's 36th birthday. They ended up staying the night at Carmel, in what was to be their last vacation before Renee was placed on strict bed rest.


(At the beach in Monterey.)


(Our cottage in Carmel.)


(17-Mile Drive, Pebble Beach.)


I'm a woman in love
And I love what it's doin' to me.
(Having my baby...)
I'm a woman in love
And I love what's goin' through me.


DATE: Friday, March 26, 2003
SETTING: LDR, Doctors Hospital, Modesto, CA
CAST: The Sereno family

SCENE: After a trip to the mall (where Lorenzo buys Renee a whole new maternity wardrobe for her birthday), the family goes to Doctors Hospital to monitor more contractions. Renee is ordered to go on bed rest, since she is just at 30 weeks gestation. Meanwhile, Selina finalizes preparations for Renee's surprise birthday party/baby shower the next day.

Didn't have to keep it
Wouldn't put you through it.
You could have swept it from your life
But you wouldn't do it
No, you wouldn't do it.
And you're having my baby.


DATE: Friday, April 23, 2004
SETTING: Examination Room 1, Doctors Hospital, Modesto, CA
CAST: Lorenzo and Renee, with Lance and Troy

SCENE: More contractions send Renee back to the hospital at 34 weeks, the same age Lance was born. This time, she is prescribed a two-week supply of the drug terbutaline to calm her irritable uterus.

I'm a woman in love
And I love what it's doin' to me.
(Having my baby...)
I'm a woman in love
And I love what's goin' through me.


DATE: Wednesday, May 12, 2004
SETTING: Master bedroom, Sereno Residence in Modesto
CAST: The Sereno Family

FINAL SCENE: Over yummy dishes of spaghetti cooked by Daddy, the family waits with bated breath for the name of the latest "American Idol" contestant to be ousted. Renee's favorite, La Toya London is chosen to leave over Jasmine Trias. Renee feels more contractions and sees some spotting, but attributes it to disappointment at the lack of taste of the American voting public. Little did she know that it was already the start of the "bloody show", which would also describe the rest of the "American Idol" season after La Toya left.

Reanna Loren Sereno was born the next day, Thursday, May 13, 2004, sporting dimples just like La Toya's...



And lungs just as formidable.

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

FOR SOVANNA

This post has been edited in the interest of "privacy". (See TagBoard comments.) I would, however, like to convey my thanks to those of you who prayed for Sovanna and her family, and request that you continue to remember them in your prayers.

Sincerely,

Renee Sereno
November 14, 2004
Modesto, CA

Friday, November 05, 2004

DOUBLE TREAT




Halloween 2004 was a much-anticipated holiday at the Sereno residence.

This year, I made sure to get my costumes early, jumping on a Spiderman costume I encountered at WalMart weeks before October. It was size 4-6, perfect for my son Lance. I wanted to get a Power Rangers costume for Troy, but unfortunately, there was none in his size. I vowed to look for a size 2-4 one elsewhere, but every place I looked had nothing but the next size up.

The buildup to Halloween was exacerbated by Lance's kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Ortega, who kept sending home ghost, pumpkin and scarecrow themed homework as soon as Fall kicked in. She even sent home a poem for Lance to memorize:

Jack o' lantern, big and scary
Some are sad and some are merry
Some are big and some are small
And some don't have no teeth at all!


I noticed that the word "big" was used twice, and I wasn't too happy about the double negative in the last line, but I guess grammar rules, like all other rules, were made to be broken. Besides, the poem was catchy enough that even Troy was reciting it within days, so I spared Mrs. Ortega the technicality.

Halloween anticipation reached a fever pitch when Lance's kindergarten class went on a field trip to Farmer Woody's Pumpkin Patch in nearby Salida, CA. The children's families were allowed to come, so Troy, Reanna and I followed the big yellow school bus in our little white minivan.

The field trip was held last October 18, a date of great significance for me because it also happened to be my Dad's fifth death anniversary. After recounting my Halloween ghost stories, I was almost sure my Dad would be making his presence felt in the pumpkin patch, in his usual non-threatening way, of course.

I wasn't disappointed. I took the next picture at Farmer Woody's petting zoo. If you click on it to enlarge it, you'll see a perfect orb hovering about Troy's head.




I saw that orb upon reviewing my shot, immediately after taking the picture. It was only a few seconds ago however, when I enlarged the picture myself in my computer, that I noticed a second, smaller orb suspended above Lance, almost perfectly hidden in the tractor wheel.

After noticing that second orb, I gave all my other pictures a second look, and found another orb, located at the exact same spot where the smaller orb was, only bigger this time.




Seeing this picture now, there is no doubt in my mind: Daddy took that field trip with us. He was, in fact, posing for pictures with his grandsons.

My mind wanders years back, to the day Daddy gave us a big surprise for Halloween. I must've been in fourth or fifth grade. Daddy told me and my sister, Maya, to get dressed and then he proceeded to take us on a trip up North to Pampanga. Daddy kept our destination a surprise until we were actually there: Clark Air Base, which was still a U.S. military base at the time.

Daddy took us first to the cafeteria, where we had the best meatloaf with mashed potatoes and gravy we'd ever tasted in our lives, washed down with a curious-tasting soft drink called "Dr. Pepper". It was our first taste of "authentic American fare", and we loved it.

After our meal, we thought we were going back home. Little did we know that Daddy had the entire evening planned for us. He had a friend who lived in the base who had two daughters our age. They lent us masks (since we didn't have costumes on) and together, all four of us girls joined other kids of American servicemen as they went trick or treating around the base.

I couldn't believe how much candy we got. At that time, imported (or "PX") candy was still hard to come by, and there I was with a year's supply of Sugar Daddies, Fruit Stripes, jelly beans, candy corn, and enough M&Ms, Three Musketeers, Milky Way, Mars and Hershey bars to set me down the road to CHOCOHOLISM for the rest of my life.

It was my first trick or treating experience, and by far my most memorable. After that, I went through a whole "Halloween" phase, borrowing all the Halloween books in the library that I could find, even naming a black kitten I found "Halloween". To this day, I am still an encyclopedia on little-known facts about the holiday. Did you know, for instance, that Halloween, or All Hallows Even, originated from the druids and Celts, and during that time, jack-o'-lanterns were made out of turnips instead of pumpkins?

Pumpkins...pumpkins! I am brought back to the present, and my sons' trip to the pumpkin patch. Lance and Troy had a field day. Lance's class went on a hay ride, followed by a visit to the corn maze. Then came the petting zoo, which I already mentioned, where my two boys squealed with delight at handling the various baby farm animals. There was also a huge turkey that seemed to be stalking Lance, but that's another story altogether.


(Playing with the piglets.)


(That Billy Goat's about to butt you, Lance!)


(Troy pets the spotty calf.)


After that, Lance and Troy got to drive a tractor...


(Lance drives a John Deere.)


(Now it's Troy's turn.)


...before choosing their own pumpkins.


(Knee-deep in pumpkins.)


(Troy got a BIG one!)


(Lance lines up with his pumpkin, marked "Lorenzo".)


Then everyone had a picnic lunch out in the field. The parents were instructed to pack a sack lunch for their kids, but I might have overdone it a bit. My little family occupied a corner of the spread tarpaulin, sharing ham sandwiches, cinnamon bread sticks, circus animal crackers, apples, bananas, juice and pistachio nuts. Mrs. Ortega's eyes widened when she saw our spread, but she looked the other way and wisely kept her silence.

After eating, Lance and Troy posed for pictures before getting ready to leave.







Amazingly, when I asked them what it was they enjoyed most about their trip to the Pumpkin Patch, both of them said it was jumping on the bales of hay.


(Lance takes a leap...)


(...with Troy on his tail.)


This is why I love the magic of childhood, which suffuses even the simplest activities and makes them FUN! Sadly, someone who obviously does NOT have a grasp on this concept ran away with Lance's pumpkin, even though his name was emblazoned on it, with black marker, no less.

But children are forgiving, and Lance went back to choose another pumpkin without any fuss. This time, he wisened up, choosing a much smaller pumpkin so he could take it with him wherever he went. And he DID, keeping a close eye on it the whole time.

Alas, both pumpkins didn't end up jack-o'-lanterns as Mommy considers these to be fire hazards. We still have both pumpkins, the smaller one in Lance's desk and the bigger one in our garage, fully functional as a doorstop.

The days on the calendar went swiftly by like the falling leaves of autumn until finally...IT WAS HALLOWEEN!

Shortly before sunset, I layered my boys' clothing, starting with t-shirts under their warm pajamas.




Then I bundled them up in their costumes. I had long given up on finding Troy a Power Rangers costume in his size. Instead, I recycled Lance's old Bob the Builder costume, and dressed him up as a SCARECROW!




Looking at this picture, I can almost hear my boys utter those timeless words...

"Trick or treat!"


(See those pajamas peeking out from behind?)


Lance and Troy were so excited, going from house to house, carrying their glow sticks and watching their buckets fill up with candy. Lance, being almost 5, is already a veteran at this. Through the years he's been a bumblebee, Po the Teletubby, Bob the Builder and a firefighter. This year, he was in full Spiderman gear, from head (mask) to toe (glow-in-the-dark Spidey shoes), but he got rid of the mask when he got outside because he couldn't see much.

Troy, on the other hand, is still new to the experience. It isn't his first time though. Two years ago, he donned Lance's baby bumblebee costume and went trick-or-treating, following his kuya in his stroller, and last year he was Thomas the Tank Engine at our church's Fall Festival.

Since the phrase "trick or treat" was generally frowned upon in church, Troy never really got to say it until THIS year, but it didn't take him long to warm up to the concept. Pretty soon, he was joining his big brother, Lance, ringing doorbells, waiting patiently untiil someone appeared, saying "trick or treat!" in chorus with his kuya, and eagerly extending his bucket in anticipation.

Towards the end of the session, however, Troy, in true three-year-old fashion, cut through the bullsh*t. Instead of saying "trick or treat", he simply said "CANDY!" and people generally complied.

We knew he was getting tired when he started asking "now can I have my candy?" after every house we visited. When Lance started complaining he was cold, we knew it was time to stop. So we piled into Vanna, our minivan, and proceeded to McDonald's to fill their tummies in anticipation of the coming candy onslaught.


(Halloween dinner at McDonald's.)


Alas, the candy onslaught never came. The buildup to it was so exhausting, both of my boys fell fast asleep before we even got home.

And so Daddy carried them up to their beds, (with visions of sugar bombs dancing in their heads), their teeth unbrushed, but just for tonight.

With Mommy about to take the serious task of closely examining EACH piece of candy to weed out the questionable ones, we figured it was time to heed that old adage...

Let sleeping children lie.

Thursday, October 28, 2004

THE REANNA MONOLOGUES

To my darling daughter, Reanna:

I see you, perched prettily on your father's lap, and I can't help but smile. Even at five months, it is already apparent you will grow up to be quite a beauty.




You smile at me, and I snap a closer picture.




Alas, the camera wasn't fast enough, and the image fails to record your delightful little dimple, but it's okay. There'll be other occasions to catch it.

As you sit there, claiming the throne that was once mine, I marvel at myself, and my new found magnanimity. To think that when I was pregnant with you, I actually feared the advent of another girl in your Daddy's life. I was apprehensive that I might feel jealous of you. I wasn't sure if I wanted to share his heart with another female.




But here I am, doting on you just as much, if not more than Daddy. Hanging on to your every coo, running at the tiniest whimper, and waiting with bated breath for that delightful dimple to appear.




Indeed, you have cast a spell on the entire household. It was Kuya Troy who made you smile for that last picture...




...and that little hand tickling you is his.




Pretty soon, you'll be outgrowing your swing…




...your car seat,




...and your stroller,




...just as you've outgrown Daddy's favorite pillow.




But mark these words, my little princess…




You'll never outgrow Mommy's...




...and Daddy's arms.




So begins "THE REANNA MONOLOGUES", a series dedicated to my lovely daughter, who, according to her Daddy, is...

the prettiest baby girl
in the whole baby world...


With all my love, Mommy

Friday, September 10, 2004

U.P. NAMING MAHAL

(Handa...Awit.)

U.P. naming mahal
Pamantasang hirang
Ang tinig namin
Sana'y iyong dinggin

Malayong lupain
Amin mang marating
Di rin magbabago ang damdamin
Di rin magbabago ang damdamin

I have known this hymn by heart since I was six years old, a first-grader at U.P. Integrated School. And yet these words would never ring truer than they did three decades later, during UPIS Batch 84's Southern California 20th Reunion, held last Labor Day weekend in Lake Elsinore, CA.


(FRONT ROW: Sonia, Augie, Mara, Sharon, Belinda, Emily and Lisa. BACK ROW: John, Gobbie, Paul, Karl, Mon, Junjun, Deng, Gucci, Andrew, Manny)


First things first. Sometime in the middle of April, Carmela Santos, better known to us as "Tayit", left a message in my Prada Mama Tagboard, inviting me to join upis84@yahoogroups.com. I wasn't even aware that our batch had an e-group. For a while in 2000, Ludwig Lagunda and I were exchanging e-mails, and we discussed starting a website for our batch. Little did we know then that there was already one in existence, and a very dynamic one at that!

Anyway, I guess someone in Batch 84 stumbled upon my websites and posted something about them in the e-group. Tayit might have mentioned John Panlilio when I asked her about it, but don't quote me on that. (If it was, indeed, you, John...THANK YOU!)

I wasted no time in joining the the upis84 e-group, and entered an alternate universe. There I was, communicating with my batchmates, envisioning them as I remembered them thirty years ago. Many of the personalities remained unchanged. The funny guys were still funny (hi Raffy!), makulit pa rin si Hali, Ney was still her lively self, and Ben Vallejo still sounded smart. It was hard to believe that these people, many of whom I still remember from my U.P. Elem days, now have elementary school-aged kids of their own!

I was flooded with e-mails from all over. There was Christy Ranada, who e-mailed me from Singapore; Joy Mendoza, who is now in New York; Verlynn Ferrer, who lives at the foot of Mt. Makiling in Sto. Tomas, Batangas; and even my sorority sis from U.P. Delta Lambda Sigma, Katz Llamas. I cringed when I found out that Ben Vallejo was in Australia when ABC ran a segment on ballroom dancing in the Philippines, featuring me as their subject. Whatever it was you saw, Ben, I'm sure it wasn't pretty!

When I gave birth to Reanna last May, congratulations came from Karl Muego (who was based in Italy), Paul Salamanca from Chicago (who was my Junior Prom date), and Bric Bernas from NYC (my Senior Prom date). I got advice from Doc Flint, who told me to show red, black, and white images to my baby, and from Doc. Ney (who seconded it). Nadine Carino e-mailed me, extolling the virtues of DHA and ARA in infant formula. I also heard from Myrna Agno and Pam Agabin, who both left messages in Reanna's web page.

I felt like I was in the company of old friends. I guess, at least within the confines of the worldwide web, I was. These people still knew me as "Rima". Aside from family and former radio colleagues, nobody's called me that since I joined Channel 9 News in early 1990.

It was nice to be in touch with everyone again, but it wasn't enough for me. I wished I could see all of them in person. I was more than a bit envious when I heard that our batchmates in the Philippines already celebrated our 20th reunion in early March. It was held at the UPIS Multi-purpose Hall (indeed, what place could be more memorable?). I hungrily pored over each and every picture that was e-mailed to me. Oh, how I wished I were there!

I also learned that my batchmates in North America were planning a reunion at Disney World in Orlando, FL. I wanted to join them, but with a kindergartener, a toddler and an infant in tow, I knew it would be difficult, even with my husband, Lorenzo, there to help. It was also financially prohibitive, considering we weren't given much time to prepare for it, so I opted out.

I did know, however, that a lot of our batchmates now live in California, so I sent out a message to my Northern California neighbors, telling them I would love to meet with them sometime, even for a day trip. Junjun Espejo and Sharon Hufana, both UPIS 84 alumni and now married to each other, were thinking along the same lines. The Espejos graciously offered their home as a venue for a "mini-reunion", aimed at those who couldn't make it to Florida. And so plans for a SoCal Reunion were underway.

The reunion drive soon caught fire, with some twenty batchmates pledging to attend. We agreed to meet during the long Labor Day weekend, with the party itself scheduled to begin at 4:00 PM on Saturday, September 4. In the end, eighteen of us were there, along with our spouses and kids. Karl Muego even flew in all the way from Italy. As usual, I was the last one to arrive, having made many stops along the way to nurse my baby daughter Reanna, but I was glad I made it.


As we pulled up to the Espejo residence, I heard someone call "Hi Rima!". It was Andrew Macatangay, who was getting ready to leave. Andrew had flown in from Canada with his wife, Rubeth, and they were catching a flight to Taipei later that evening. I was glad I caught Andrew before he left. The last time I saw him was at the Mandarin Oriental in Makati, where he was (I think) Guest Services Manager, and I (or to be more precise, my ex-husband) was the resident Pain-in-the-*ss. (Andrew Mac knows what I'm talking about.)


(Andrew Mac with another Andrew, "Gucci" Gutierrez, in the background)


Our hostess, Sharon Hufana-Espejo, was also outside to send Andrew and Rubeth off. She instructed Lorenzo and me to go straight to the backyard, where everyone was. She also told us that they were starting to get worried. They were expecting us to arrive hours ago.

Throughout the day, I had been calling Junjun and Sharon, advising them of our slow progress down South. We left Modesto around midday, after boarding our dog. We wanted to take Spot the Pit Bull with us since it was his birthday (we found him Labor Day weekend last year), but we didn't think the Espejos would appreciate a 70-pound dog in their brand new casita.

As I was saying, we tried calling the Espejos from Bakersfield when the party started at 4:00 PM. I wanted to know who was already there but unfortunately, we got their machine. We called them again two hours later from Tehachapi, deep in the Mojave Desert. I was curious to know what was going on but again, all I could get was a recording. When we called to leave our final message, telling them we were already in nearby Rancho Cucamonga, but we STILL got the machine, we knew they were having a heck of a party!



(Manny, Gucci, Mara and Emily.)


(L to R: Mara's husband, Boying Pimentel; Lisa, Mara and Sonia)


And sure enough, Junjun, Sharon and the rest of the SoCal Reunion Planning Committee outdid themselves. The Espejo's backyard was transformed into a huge Hawaiian luau. No detail was left uncovered:

from the "Welcome UPIS Batch 84" banner


(The not-so-ladies of UPIS Batch 84)


to the sumptuous Filipino fare,


(Emily, Lisa and John in the buffet line.)


to the well-planned games,


(The adults took over the kids' sack race!)


and even a bounce house to keep the kids occupied!


(From Batch 84 girls to Batch 84 moms.)


Actually, there's a side story to that bounce house. We heard that it was briefly commandeered by Lisa Salvana, who ordered all the kids out so she could work out all the calories she gained from the delicious food. (My mouth still waters when I remember the sisig, the closest to Trellis' that I've ever tasted.)


Nobody knew that the Espejos had a surprise in store for all: a Hawaiian dance presentation. Everyone was entertained by the dancers, who pulled people in front for an impromptu dance lesson at the end of the show.


(Aloha UPIS 84! Group picture with the Hawaiian dancers.)


Manny Garcia also had a treat planned for all of us: a jazzed-up rendition of "UP Naming Mahal" which brought us all down memory lane once again. Manny later confessed that he was so nervous about his upcoming performance that he accidentally walked through the Espejo's screen door, effectively putting it out of commission.

After some more games (adult ones this time, like Name That Tune and UPIS 84 Trivia), we all settled into the Espejo's family room to watch the UPIS Batch 84 Manila Reunion VCD, produced by our batchmate, Ardie Lopez. We all stared at the TV screen, transfixed, as we tried naming all the familiar faces we saw. I noticed that the girls in our batch didn't change much in appearance, but the many of the boys were unrecognizable. I made a mental note to watch it again at home, keeping the PAUSE button handy.


(Waiting to watch UPIS 84's 20th Reunion VCD)


After viewing the VCD, I remembered that I did NOT have a picture with the group, so I requested that another one be taken. Someone joked that they would just "Photo Shop" me into the group picture they took earlier. Of course, that wasn’t good enough for me. So, at my request, everyone huddled again for another group picture.


(Group picture, this time with ME included!)


It was the end of the day, but many of us didn't want the party to end just yet. We were having too much fun, and we still hadn't had enough of each other. Unfortunately, some of us had to leave early, like Sonia Gutierrez, who was there with her husband, Louie. I snapped a quick picture with her before she left.


(To quote an old Prell Shampoo ad, "Sino si Rima at sino si Sonia?")


And so we lingered in the family room, some of us running after our kids, some of us catching up on old times, and some of us making plans to meet again the next day. I was introduced to everyone's spouses, and met all of their children. Lorenzo, my sweet husband, was thoughtful enough to look after our brood the whole time, leaving me free to mingle with my batchmates. (Thanks Babe!)


(Augie, Emily and me with our 20th SoCal Reunion souvenir.)


(Gucci and Junjun.)


(Paul S., Manny and Karl with Belinda in the background.)


(Gobbie and John P.)


When the party finally dispersed, I was glad we were guests of the Espejos. It would've been tough to pull myself away from it all. Three couples lingered behind after everyone else had left: Junjun and Sharon (since it was, after all, THEIR house); Augie Matta and her husband, Chris Yulo; and me and my husband, Lorenzo, who found something in common with the two other men since they all served in the US Military. We laughed a lot, sharing life stories and getting to know each other all over again.


The next day, we all agreed to meet at Goldilocks in Cerritos. We carpooled to the place with our hosts, Junjun and Sharon, after taking pictures in front of their home.


(Our hosts, Junjun and Sharon Espejo, me and my kids Lance and Troy.)


(New friends: Junjun and Lorenzo.)


(The Sereno family: Troy, Rima, Lance, Lorenzo and Reanna.)


When we got to the place, we saw John Panlilio at the door, with his son, Lewis. He and his wife, Humby, were taking turns with their kids. Lisa and Gobbie were a tag team with their son, Gabriel, as well. The Espejos' older son, Justin, instantly hooked up with Paul Salamanca's son, Paul Jr. (a spitting image of his father). My kids, Lance and Troy, quickly found a friend in the Espejos' younger son, Paolo. Mara Torres' son was also named Paolo, and he impressed Lorenzo with his fluent Tagalog at the tender age of five.


(Three Spidermen all in a row: Lance, Troy and Paolo.)


You couldn't miss Batch 84's table at Goldilocks. It was, by far, the longest and the noisiest one in the whole restaurant. The food was good, but the company was even better. I thought the party broke up way too early, but Mara's family had to leave to catch their flight back to Oakland, and the Chicago contingent (the Salvanas, the Panlilios and the Salamancas) wanted to check out nearby Legoland. They invited my family to join them, but we were scheduled to meet two of my aunts, who were already on their way to the Espejo residence.

And so the party broke up, each of us going our own way. Of course, I couldn't resist taking one more picture with the girls...


(The Goldilocks Girls: Belinda, Augie, Rima and Sharon)


My aunts were already waiting for us when we got back to Lake Elsinore. Junjun and Sharon made them welcome in their home as well, and we all had a lovely afternoon together. My aunts even got to partake of the yummy leftovers we had from the night before. They left when it was starting to get dark, both of them not wanting to be on the road too late.


(My Auntie Olive and Reanna, 3 1/2 months.)


We were also scheduled to leave that night, but Lorenzo and Junjun started talking about working out and next thing you know, they were moving the Espejos' exercise equipment to the backyard for an impromptu workout session! Junjun suggested that we stay another night, so Sharon and I ended up in their dining room, poring over their wedding pictures while the men got busy.


We woke up the following morning to a delicious brunch cooked by Sharon: longanisa with fried rice and tomato with salted egg. By this time, we had already been together for three days, but we still didn’t run out of things to talk about. I was glad that Lorenzo and Junjun hit it off. Lorenzo was born in 1969, and is not much younger than the members of our batch. By the end of our stay, the two were already talking about moving their families to Merced, just a short drive from Modesto on Highway 99.

When it was finally time to leave, it was still hard to say goodbye. Sharon and I couldn't stop hugging each other, and we were both teary-eyed at times. It was difficult to accept that the reunion was finally over. We lingered in the driveway, promising to meet each other again in Monterey this October. Lorenzo also told Junjun he'd look into housing prices in Merced. It would be wonderful to have them move so close to us. Hopefully, this will soon be a reality.


(Junjun and Sharon Espejo with batchmate-in-law and UPIS 84 "ampon", Lorenzo.)



(The UPIS 84 SoCal 20th Reunion: Three thumbs up!)


And so the UPIS Batch 84 SoCal 20th Reunion finally came to an end. As we drove back home, past the picturesque Mojave desert and through the fertile fields of California's Central Valley, I couldn't help but take another trip in my mind. Back to the time when I was young and carefree and safely cocooned in UPIS’ hallowed halls.

In my mind's eye, I could still see younger versions of the people I'd just seen: Belinda de Guzman, who rode the same school bus with me in elementary school; Lisa Miranda, whom I can still remember reciting "Little Lamb" in English class; Sharon Hufana, who made me take my piano lessons more seriously after I heard her play "Tarantella" in the Music Room; and Mara Torres, who was part of "Ri-jen-jing Ma-li-et" in fourth grade. I used to play Chinese Garter with these girls. I don't think any of us can jump above waist-level anymore.

As I recall, John Panlilio, Gobbie Salvana and Lisa Miranda already spoke English with a twang in elementary school, long before they moved abroad and Gobbie and Lisa got married. I used to go to cousin Emily Kimwell's house when I was little, and was happy when she moved to UPIS from Maryknoll in seventh grade. And of course, everyone knew Augie Matta, who was the daughter of Mrs. Matta, our health teacher.

I am somewhat proud that I can still recite my sections from memory, although I'm not too good when it comes to class advisers:

Grade 1–Loro, Miss Magno; Grade 2-Mangga, Miss Matangguihan; Grade 3-Talon, Mrs. Resuma; Grade 4-Labanos, Mr. Villablanca; Grade 5-Makiling, Miss Valencia (now Mrs. Felix, she was supposed to attend the SoCal reunion, but didn't make it); Grade 6-Topas, Miss Brillantes (whom everybody had a crush on); Grade 7-Saturn, the late Mrs. Ordona; Grade 8-Butterfly, Grade 9-Manganese and Grade 10-Acacia, Mrs. Flores.

Perhaps my former classmates in 8-Butterfly and 9-Manganese can supply the names of our Homeroom teachers because I really can't remember at this point.

What I DO remember is Manny Garcia handling the keyboards for the Jammers and Gucci dancing with the Sapphires. I can even recall Mon Virata singing "Magic to Do" when their class did "Pippin" at multi. Gucci is now a realtor based in Daly City, CA, living a stone's throw away from Mon, who lives in San Francisco. Mon is now the Art Director of "Filipinas" magazine. He recently informed us that his artwork is currently on display in two exhibits in the San Francisco Bay Area. Now THAT is impressive.

To think that this same guy helped me illustrate my picture book for my Creative Writing in English class, no thanks to Gobbie, who flatly refused to help me back then! (Yes, Gobbie, I STILL remember that!) If I could only find that book, it should be worth something today. I remember reading it aloud to my sister Haya’s kindergarten class at the UPIS Annex, part of Ms. Hermosa’s requirements.

And now, Ms. Hermosa is retired and Haya is a doctor, recently passing the medical board exams along with Junjun’s younger sister, Karina. Ouch. All of a sudden, I feel my age again.

As I write this in the confines of my home in Modesto, I can't help but feel thankful. Thankful for the time we spent together (both now and then), thankful for the opportunity to renew old ties and strengthen old bonds, and thankful to have been a part of UPIS Batch 1984. It was nice growing up with all of you, and I can't think of a better group to grow old with.

Lorenzo and I would like to express our gratitude to our hosts, Junjun and Sharon Espejo. We would also like to send our kudos to the SoCal 20th Reunion Planning Committee. You guys throw a mean party!

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