Monday, February 20, 2006

Mga minugbong lilas ni "Victor Louie Villanueva"

Mga minugbong lilas
ni “Victor Louie Villanueva”

Susama sa mga batan-ong bulahan kaayong nakahupot ug katakos sa pakig-indigay sa natad sa arte, ang 21-anyos nga si Victor Louie Villanueva mipalambo sa iyang hilig sa pagdibuho, ngadto sa combat sports, ingon man sa advertising nga mao ang natapos niyang kurso sa University of San Carlos-Talamban campus.

Bisan dili man tuod makita ang iyang kontribusyon sa lilas “Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros” nga gigaling sa CineMalaya, isip marketing assistant ubos sa pundok ni Ms. Amor Olaguer sa UFO Pictures, apan si Victor usa sa nakapahugyaw sa nakalabay nga Salida nga gipahigayon sa Handuraw Events Café diha sa Mabolo.
Ang iyang kaigmat, kalawgaw, kalantip sa pangisip makita sa iyang duha ka mga mugna – mga minugbong lilas nag-ulohan ug “Bitin na Pagmamahal” (Interrupted Love) ug “Naglaway”.

Ang duha niya ka mga mugna nahilakip sa napulo ka minugbong lilas nga gipasundayag alang sa Salida, ipahigayon matag tulo ka bulan diha sa Handuraw, igsoong establisamento sa Kahayag Café.

Ang ubang mga lilas nga nahilakip sa screening mao ang mga mugna nilang Jurly Maloloy-on, Jr. ("The Witness" ug "Sila" ni Denis Judilla ug Benjie Ordoñez), "Kadauwan" (Everytime It Rains) by Benjie Ordoñez nga migamit sa huni sa kubing (jaw harp) sa indie reggae band Balde ni Allan; "Mata" ug "Pusod" ni Cheryl Baldicantos, "Zwangtta" (Koreano nga pulong buot ipasabot “loser”) ni Michael Barrientos, "Miko" ni Paolo Dy, "Night Shift" ni JK Go, ug "The Haunted" ni Jerrold Terog.

Ang mga nanan-aw nahugyaw sa baleg usa ka gutlo niyang “Bitin na Pagmamahal” nga nakadaug ug ikaduhang ganti sa “Smart Cuts”, usa ka bangga sa panglilas pinasiugdahan sa MOV International Digital Film Festival 2005. Ang maong lilas may kalabutan sa konsepto sa short messaging service nga gipahaum sa karaang panahon. Giduwaan sa maong salida ang “fantasy elements” diha sa posibilidad sa paggamit ug “text service in typical Filipino courtship” sa panahon nga ang Pilipinas ilawom pa sa pagdumala sa mga Katsila. Ang ubang detalye niini, ana-a nakapostada sa www.movfest.com.

Ug susama usab sa mga mahiligon sa natad sa panglilas, si Victor miisip sa “Citizen Kane” ni Orson Welles, sugilanon sa usa ka publisher nga nailhang si William Randolph Hearst, nga usa sa mga labing maayong lilas nga nagaling.

Bisan pa man ug gipili ni Victor nga ang iyang mga mugna magtuki sa “play-up of fantasy elements”, dili niya ikalimod nga ang rebolusyong gigamit sa Citizen Kane may kalabutan ang “cinematic and narrative techniques and experimental innovations in photography, editing and sound” mao ang iyang gihimong inspirasyon “to move on with innovations in filmmaking along with a host of other cinematic influences.”

Ug usab dako ang iyang respeto sa nigama sa “Battle Royale” ug "Princess Mononoke" (animation), parehong Hinapon nga salida nga alang kaniya repleksyon sa iyang personalidad.

Malipayon kaayo si Victor nga ang iyang mga mugna nahilakip sa Salida nga gipasiugda sa Sinebuano. Ang Salida usa ka kalihukan nga naglangkob sa mga mugna sa mga Bisdak nga mahiligon sa paggaling ug mga lilas. Laraw niini mahatagan og igong kahibalo ang katilingban nga aduna diay mga salida nga ginama og Bisdak. Ang Sinebuano usa ka gamay nga pundok sa mga gitawag ug “passionate independent filmmakers” nga inyong mahimamat, makasandurot ug makukabildohay pinaagi sa ilang Visayan online community – ang “iStorya.net”, usa ka message board alang sa mga hilisgutanan may kalabutan ang independent filmmaking.

Bisan pa man tuod ug si Victor dili sakop sa Sinebuano, padayon ang iyang suportang gihatag sa Sinebuano alang sa usa ka kawsa – kini mao ang pagpalambo sa independent digital filmmaking dinhi sa Sugbo ug nga ipahibalo kini sa kadaghanan labi na niadtong mahiligon usab niining maong natad sa arte.

Layo pa nga mamahimong “movie hub in Asia” ang Cebu, sukwahi sa unang gikataho, tungod kay “back to square one in the field of moviemaking” man ang Sugbo, pahayag pa ni Sinebuano executive director Benjamin “Benjie” Ordoñez.

Dako-dako pa kuno ang ilang trabahoonon alang sa pagpahibalo sa katawhan nga ang mga lilas gipasundayag sa Salida naghubit sa inspirasyon sa mga karaang Sugbuano nga mga sine sama sa “Manok ni San Pedro”, “Badlis sa Kinabuhi”, “Bugas Mais”, ug “Mutya sa Saging Tindok”.

Sa paglaum nga ugma damlag makagama ug tinag-as na nga pelikula, si Victor Louie Villanueva mitoon pinaagi sa mga workshops may kalabutan sa actual shoots diha sa International Academy of Film and Television isip pangandam sa mas halapad nga tabil. Gikuting niya karon ang produksyon sa iyang duha ka mga bag-ong minugbong lilas - comedy ug fantasy – nga hayan mahiapil na usab sa sunod nga hugna sa Salida alang sa pagduso sa “local digital filmmaking.”

Phylum: Classified alternative music

Phylum: Classified alternative music

They were once classified “Phylum Prodigals” to match their own kind of iniquities, so they revealed. In a matter of four months, a stream of awakenings engulfed them. Confessions had it that music touched them and offered a kind of healing from emotional torment. Like water, music created for them a path, a direction that led them to reinvention. Now, with a more mature approach to their musical ingenuity, the self-confessed Prodigals have metamorphosed into “Phylum”, classified “alternative music”.

Ian Raye Biñan (vocalist, a computer engineering student at the Cebu Institute of Technology), Charleston Miparanum (lead guitarist, BS Law graduate from the University of the Visayas), Ariel Junald Corcuera III (rhythm guitarist, a marine electronics technology stude at the Cebu Technological School), Anthony “Nene” Talledo (bass guitarist, nautical stude at the University of Cebu) and Josephus “Jojo” Talledo (drummer, nautical science stude at UC) are the voices and rhythms behind Phylum, with carrier track “Palagot sa Contra”, and other songs “Left Me, Luisita, Time Machine, E2Y-E2Y, Txtmyt, I’m Sorry, Scandal, Keep and Kaibigan” that have already received airplays via Smash FM here. The group produced the self-titled album themselves, with album cover graphics design provided by Cyberwhelz.

Donning the taxon “phylum” to stand for classification of life, the group segregates hymns and meanings in an order and a system that so speak of their earnest dream to burn 10 tracks which mirror their very own lives made diverse by experiences but glued together by the touch of music and its healing power to serve a better purpose. That which to understand the kind of understanding music itself has long offered us Chordates in an arrangement of notes and chords, like the ways of taxonomy that a genus must pair off with a specie.

Phylum members are “mag-cuzinz” (cousins) and “ka-berkz” (peers) who had their share of ups and downs having grown up at a common neighborhood, thus having known each other so well from childhood. Despite a helping of bitter memories, some dreams that never found their way yet, heartbreaks, and other tearjerker whatchamacallits, they manage to lean on to the promise that music has this ability to change lives for the better. And so they began getting serious about penning songs and executing these in live musical performances to express a collage of emoticons that are as funny and witty, cruel and cunning, passionate and driven as their personalities. Like most struggling musician-performers, they had their share of being booed, sneered, and jeered at, “like in Plaza Independencia, the most cruel of all venues,” recalls Ariel.

But somehow they managed to hold on to the end of the rope waiting for the tide to turn to the other side. Thanks to the art of composure and the inspiration given by their respective roots who were first in line to have explored this musical inclination. “Runs in the genes, modesty aside,” blurts out a bubbly Ian.

“Sa una boo-han mi kay mokanta mi ug Binisaya. May gani karon nausab na ang trend. Singgitan na sad mi nga Bisaya na puy tukaron (We used to get booed for singing in the vernacular. It’s a good thing the trend has changed. Now the crowd goes for Bisdak songs),” recalls the lawyer-in-the-making cum Phylum main man Charleston with a laugh.

Phylum the album was already launched over Smash FM days before this writer met them at the yard of Charleston’s ancestral house in Bontores, Basak, Cebu City for this desired interview. In a jamming session (sort of!), the gents gave in to my smooth prodding (is there an oxymoron, guys?) of song sampler done in the live manner. Minus synthesizers and other gadgets, the samples emanated from Anthony’s acoustic guitar. Ian hit the notes and the rest provided some musical choreography.

There is a zing as spontaneous as the songwriter himself, Charleston, in the track “Keep” which instantly became my favorite as the song offers the vow of security and of being wanted and of the privilege to belong, which is a wanton want of most incurable romantics.

If I were to make analogous the song “Txtmyt” to a movie genre, it is reversed black comedy I reckon. There is the embedded sense in its lines in the guise of humorous tones. The rest of the songs make play-ups of love stories. This to give musical form to various images of love situations.

Meanwhile, “Luisita” is tricky. Though the character is fictitious and has nothing to do with the Hacienda Luisita mess, it throws in a riddle after a zillion turns at your boomset. Though it has attacked a person’s worst physical features, it somehow exulted the beauty that exudes from within. If first heard, one would just see the plain girl Luisita, but on a broader picture it could stand for mankind itself and the irony on why most people tend to pick on the worst of every person, when it is easier to find the best in one.

Carrier track “Palaban sa Contra” is about the typical approach of “pasuya” (mode used by a person to make another person jealous/envious of just about anything) in between lovers who found their way, lost their way, and found their way in another’s way, but would still want to pick on lost ways.

Beleaguered by rampant piracy, Phylum chooses to distribute their music directly at P150 per CD. Yes, their compositions have already been copied illegally and distributed mostly at stalls in downtown Cebu (crackdown, anyone?).

The album, marked “Nostalgic Content”, comes with a tribal-inspired design, hooks that look more like pincers to stand for the functionality of Phylum’s music in touching fellow youths who might have been troubled by money matters, problems of the heart, the pressure to have a career, familial woes, and battering the I-don’t-seem-to-belong blues.

Phylum says it loud here to patrons, “let the Phylum pincers give you a clutch, as this is the music that will fasten you to the strong belief that amid the world’s backbreaking round of drudgery, doubt and misery, your dreams are just waiting to be realized. Aside from faith anchored in the Almighty, we have allowed music to take control and bring forth internal healing from all our woes. We prescribe the theme of love to you, however nostalgic our brand of songs may seem.”

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Salida features short flicks "by Victor Louie Villanueva"

A SPACE IN SPACE

FOR THE LOVE OF DIGITAL ART
Salida features short flicks
“by Victor Louie Villanueva”

Like most gifted young adults of today, independent filmmaker Victor Louie Villanueva spends life in dabbling with drawing, digital art, cartooning, and surfing; panning his interest from combat sports to graphic design, to advertising, and then to travel. Pursuits that capture in frames his restlessness!
He may not be as visible as other proponent in making “Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros” roll reels in cinemas for two weeks here (credited to intensive marketing of the product under Ms. Amor Olaguer of UFO Pictures where he was marketing assistant), but Victor was one of those given a thundering applause at the Handuraw Events Café in Mabolo for his wackiness, wag and wit embedded in his creations – two short films “Bitin na Pagmamahal” (Interrupted Love) and “Naglaway” (Saliva-ing) featured along with other eight short flicks for Salida, a quarterly film viewing activity at Handuraw, a sister establishment of Kahayag Café.
Other films screened include the works of Jurly Maloloy-on, Jr. ("The Witness" and "Sila" with Denis Judilla and Benjie Ordoñez), and "Kadauwan" (Everytime It Rains) by Benjie Ordoñez that employs the music produced by the kubing (jaw harp) of indie reggae band Balde ni Allan. Also featured were "Mata" and "Pusod" by Cheryl Baldicantos, "Zwangtta" (Korean word for loser) by Michael Barrientos, "Miko" by Paolo Dy, "Night Shift" by JK Go, and "The Haunted" by Jerrold Tarog.
The audience roared with the display of Victor’s wit, cooed to his obviously incurable romantic nature, and applauded for his play-up of the elements of fantasy. He bagged second place for the 60-second film “Bitin na Pagmamahal” submitted to MOV International Digital Film Festival 2005 by Filmless Films, under “Smart Cuts” (a 60-second filmmaking contest by Smart) incorporating the concept of short messaging service in typical Filipino courtship set during the Spanish era. To know more about this, log on to www.movfest.com.
As a film buff, Victor considers “Citizen Kane” by Orson Welles, the story of publisher William Randolph Hearst, one of best films ever created. Though he is more into the play-up of fantasy elements, he spoke of Citizen Kane’s revolution in cinematic and narrative techniques and experimental innovations in photography, editing and sound, which he said serve as inspiration to move on with innovations in filmmaking along with a host of other “cinematic” influences.
And too he has the praises for “Battle Royale" and "Princess Mononoke" (animated), both Japanese films, because according to him, these movies reflect more of his personality.
He is glad his works found their way into Salida, organized by Sinebuano. Salida is an event that showcases works by Cebuano movie enthusiasts and filmmakers themselves. The activity aims to create awareness that new Cebuano films do exist here. Sinebuano is a small group of passionate independent filmmakers that can be reached through the Visayan online community called “iStorya.net”, a message board for topics on indie filmmaking.
Though Victor is not at all a member of Sinebuano, he said he backs up the Sinebuano team’s effort as they burn images captured by portable videocams in one advocacy. This is because in an uphill struggle for Cebuano independent filmmakers, there are lots of awareness programs that still have to be put in place to make people realize that there are Cebuano digital films that are being made. The very reason why the event Salida was initiated.
Though far from becoming “a movie hub in Asia” as Cebu is back to square one in the field of moviemaking, they have to make people aware that there are new digital Cebuano films being made here after movies that long ago spoke of Sugbuano lifestyle like “Manok ni San Pedro”, “Badlis sa Kinabuhi”, “Bugas Mais”, and “Mutya sa Saging Tindok”. This was learned form Sinebuano executive director Benjamin “Benjie” Ordoñez.
Hoping yet to come up with full-length movies, 21-year-old Victor Louie Villanueva, an advertising graduate from the University of San Carlos-Talamban campus has had workshops in actual shoots at the International Academy of Film and Television in preparation for the wider picture. He is currently working on two new short flicks – in the comedy and fantasy genres - scheduled for viewing for the next Salida in the second quarter of this year in a bid to boost local digital filmmaking.

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Monday, February 06, 2006

Oh, immortal one!

Oh, immortal one!

Negev of shallow waters gasped the breath
upon seeing my art flew with the saline wind
trying so hard to know you, so very hard to fathom you
as if I have been issued this license to do so
my life has long been overflowing with
questions but even logical answers
become very unreal most of the time
what's the use of these frail attempts to
conquer your soul, understand your being
much happier are the corals for they have
found a niche in emerald green waters
much victorious are the seagulls now
able to mock me, jeer at futile moves
to connect with you, to bond with you
how much better are sunrays able to etch
upon the sea some serpentine ripples
how much better is the pale moon
able to provide waters with a burning luster
how much stupefying are the clouds
reflected upon you accompanying
the skyline with a promise
true and unwavering
there goes my envy for the
clownfish' fidelity to the anemone
there goes my jealousy for
tossing waves lapping banks of seven thousand isles
consistent -
insistent -
persistent -
Very well known that skyline die momentarily
to renew strength and hope
and even the clutter of clouds fade abruptly
to give space to more important thoughts
Wise men come on bended knees
to the lull of your whimperings
carry one answer at a time
to the mazeboard of life
rebuking, refuting learned
things that once seemed to work wonders
I don't seem to know you
but I dare fathom
You who stood long before me
accustomed to the passion of
seafarers and wonderlusts
gallivanting in this broken paradise
of minute lands and deep trenches
peals of your laughter, they mimic
the passion of a burning universe
exalting our sorrows, praising our pains
snubbing dreams that have been slowly taking shape
this wary thought is a
cornucopia of shattered plans
embracing the lightness of conventions
and hell-racing to perceive the smell and taste
of the gospel of fanaticism
or was it indoctrination?

Must have told me to muster
courage bigger than what the hemisphere could cover
deeper than where the sunshine could penetrate
Is it mortal sin to make attempts to know you
to sink in deep into troubled waters
the better to understand your tranquility
move in to the demands of a pretty crazy world
ride on the waves of uncertainty
where childhood is a stage
that the waves will watch from time to time
waves afoam will store
playful giggles and wanton recklessness
but, pray tell me true
what do you know about travel?
what is that to you if the outdoor is my home?
what else could be new, what else do I need to know?
forces combined to make me a part of your sprints and sprays
You, the immortal sea!

you and me and the waves

you and me and the waves


the waves...
they bring back memories again
life's details from far and beyond
from that very moment I posted
your indecision on the walls of my heart

the waves...
they come to shores racing, lapping
as if today wouldn't have its curtains down
as there is only the strength of today
believed never ever to fade away

the waves...
they draw the memory of one childhood
this dreamy-eyed youth hopes to take the world
unafraid of the tempest, strong-limbed to conquer peaks
braveheart to glide against the uncertainty of the winds

the waves...
they define what should be true today
they set life's tempo, trend and mood
they stand what is holy for the hour
they accept you for your carnal desire

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Made for masquerade

Made for masquerade


the white waves' caps somehow
taught me again to smear and smudge
lined surface with words full
of life - and of exaggeration
in lieu of a sure answer to pangs of pain,
strikes of anxiety; to beats of love
and strokes of passion; to screams of
ANONYMITY

i was always told to love, never to feign affection;
to let go in the end while keeping the friendship alive;
to be free of the emotional struggles
wrestled through all of these times;
to be truly proud of this magical
EXISTENCE

i was made to smile
though my heart's been smashed a zillion times;
to pretend and to suffer
silently the sting of
UNBELONGINGNESS

i was made to dance
to your kind of music;
to move with your groove;
to take in easy drags of complicated
STEPS

i was made your laughing stock
yet, i was totally blind;
it is only in you i've learned to trust...
despite shame, i have continued to love without
MEASURE

i am nothing but a puppet
hands tied with strings to poles
i amuse audience with this cruel spell
designed to become a speck of dust in the
AIR

Moonrising in Sta. Fe

Moonrising in Sta. Fe


One Good Friday...
I watched the rough rhythm of Sta. Fe's waters
With mind befuddled by worldy cares
I pored through hues painted on distant horizon
Touched by the twilight's sunken grave.

I was mesmerized by a fading sun
Lissomely splaying its last enticing rays
Its crimson banner gently faded
When the sky's curtain pulled to a close.

In lieu of the sun, the moon took centerstage
And meted out words of wisdom and of praise
It successfully untangled strands of my thought
Once trapped in confusion to grasp sober truth.

One Good Friday night...
I gaped in awe at the moon rising in Sta. Fe
Made solemn those conversations between my God and me
Ebbs and flows of sobbing came, one heart learned to fly
Painstakingly sketched in mind a moon drawn on Sta. Fe's sky.

Morga's Creek

Morga's Creek (A Comma Poem)


Silhouette, crept, past, slithering, streams, on, Morga's, bosom,
Spirits, were, set, for, adventure, - and, uncertainty, somewhat,
Shadows, as, huge, as, boulders, filled, Morga's, mountainscape,
Souls, carried, torches, ablaze, with, passion, for, the, outdoors,

Soft, shafts, of, moonlight, cut, deep, into, the, eerie, woods,
Sallying, Morga's, creek, hummed, hymns, on, immortality,
Souls, drank, the, gurgling, waters, and, mountain, dew,
Silent, songs, melted, abruptly, the, night, trekkers', hearts,

Was it that hard for the two of us?

Was it that hard for the two of us?

I.
wondered upon these lonely steps
of an empty, frustrated heart
waiting for rhymes to flourish
from the creaking door of your touch
capturing elusive time
as the starless night deepened into eternity
poignant-sweet memories of you
spoiled the drowsiness in me!

II.
wondering what went wrong
with the seed of love we'd sown
devoured by taunting, mocking seconds
on a cloudy, summer storm?
or trampled upon by huge waves
as they alternately pass
carrying upon their crests
the promises we'd woven once?

III.
promises you'd whispered
kissed the abyss of my soul
asking...wanting...
wishing for more
but the traitor wind blew those
three lovely words away
was it that hard for the two of us?
for our feelings to stay?

Manunggal!

Manunggal!


A lonely stretch of scattered clouds
Cloaked Manunggal's bald crown with bands of cobalt
Crossed high heavens below the stars' lethargic hiccups
Cheered the distant horizon with nary a word
Slicked wet by Tañon's Strait's playful spews
Licked good by darkness' slimy tongue.

A lonely stretch of scattered clouds
Must had, in wild abandon, passed by roaring oceans
And passionately embraced the waves' sonorous laughter
But, then, these clouds had slowly disintegrated
When the envious Kanlaon blew its fiercest winds
Which ripped and tore the clouds' fragile bonding.

Charcoal gray Manunggal stood out on this side of the universe
Incandescent smears of ray brushed her deforested peak
In the language of silence, to every mountaineer, she did speak
Then her ridges sung an old hymn on the twilight's tolling
When the enveloping shroud of night was declaring
The graceful exit of one Saturday.

Demise

Demise
by Maria Eleanor Elape Valeros

Laid stiff 'neath a cold earth mound
My eyes searched for answers
Across the sky.
Unmeaningfulness.

For two scores and a decade -
I befriended nobody but Solitude.

I had a heart, and a name too.
Yet, I am unworthy to be remembered.

Am eaten up by years of silence
Unspoken agony, stream of tears.
Now boxed up, deprived of
Existence --- forever.

Flesh went back to dust
Dreams didn't find their way.
Found no meaning in schoolworks,
Household chores and
Earning a living.

Loser!

Everything's been taken
The body, the soul
To take
Part of the clouds and
The brown cold clay
Beneath.
Deep beneath.

Eyes closed.
Am destined to be born in glory
Only to put a sour end
To every sweet sweat
Which flowed out of
Labor ----- and pain!

Campuswatch: ICT education integration seen to transform teaching methods

ICT education integration seen
to transform teaching methods

for Campuswatch


With the vision of initiating radical change in teaching methodologies among Philippine schools through the Information and Communications Technology education curriculum, Computer Assisted Learning initiated a half-day forum dubbed “Transforming Philippine schools through ICT education.”
Close to a hundred participants composed of principals, school administrators and supervisors, as well as computer education teachers from Cebu towns and component cities gathered for the forum at the Conference Hall C of SM City Cebu last January 27.
The forum was a look into a mode of integrating ICT, with the use of multi-media technologies, into the basic education curriculum and was conducted to give principals, school directors and computer teachers, ideas on how to assess whether their schools are ICT-ready.
With the fast pace and quick turnover of technology and the high cost of hardware investment, the forum posed a question on whether the school’s ICT curriculum is updated or outdated, and if it is responsive to the growing requirements of the industry’s digital workplace.
It carries the agenda of revolutionizing education through ICT by learning what it means to have a defined ICT curriculum, and on how a school can maximize the potential of the existing hardware and software. And in the process make ICT education a rewarding experience for faculty staff and students.
The CAL Integration Program offers schools a comprehensive ICT education curriculum, student’s textbooks, training, and licensed software.
CAL assistant director/assistant vice president Josephine Manaplad opened the forum with an explanation that CAL is a subsidiary of Informatics and is one of the world’s leading international computer schools for students ages 4 to 16, and for adult beginners as well. And that the ICT plays a vital role in almost every aspect of life, recognizing the need to train people at a younger age so that they can become better equipped for the ICT needs of the workplace in a technology-driven economy.
Jesus Huenda, OIC assistant chief, Curriculum Development Division, Bureau of Secondary Education at the Department of Education in his lecture on “DepEd issues and strategies for ICT in education” offered the CAL EdICT package in spiral curriculum and terminal books determined to provide a set of the ICT curriculum courseware per grade or year level.
The courseware includes a teacher’s manual, syllabus, course outline, lesson plan and textbook and or handouts and activity sheets. The curriculum would be regularly reviewed and updated, in step with dynamic changes in the ICT field.
Course materials covers topics such as basic word processing skills, manipulating documents, and mail document merging that will ensure pupils the proper way of working with a word processor.
Topics such as manipulating spreadsheets, data handling and table handling are seen to help the pupils build the necessary skills to build a meaningful data spreadsheet. Meanwhile, topics on animations, transitions and illustrative charts can aid pupils in developing meaningful audio-visual presentations.
Exploring ICT in databases is seen to enable the pupils gain essential skills such as building forms, creating queries and developing data formats to generate a productive database. Other materials include the study of Macromedia Flash wherein students can design unique and amazing audio-visual content; Macromedia Dreamweaver that allows students to construct remarkable content for the Web.
The CAL Integration Program offers schools a comprehensive ICT education curriculum, student’s textbooks, training, and licensed software. Dr. Judiana Corriente, OIC assistant division school superintendent of the Division of Cebu Province graced the forum and gave her reaction on the CAL EdICT program which is seen to bring to a higher level the creativity and resourcefulness of both educators and students here. – Maria Eleanor Elape Valeros

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

The love of Lisa and Todd Beamer

A SPACE IN SPACE
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The love of Lisa and Todd Beamer

Blurb: “Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” (Isaiah 40: 30-31)

Lisa Beamer. A homemaker, mother, and the widow of Todd Beamer, one of those who perished aboard United Airlines Flight 93, 9-11. She spoke eloquently of the “need to move on in life without hatred.”

Todd Beamer. Cool friend, a martyr in the end. Athletic. A huge fan of Chicago Bulls, loves his wife and sons more than anything on earth. Perished at the age of 32 in the ill-fated United Flight 93 without being able to see the birth of his third child, Morgan.

With the help of Ken Abraham, a professional writer with world-class credentials, the beautiful Christ-centered love story of Lisa and Todd Beamer is masterfully woven in the book “Let’s Roll”, in memory of 9-11 casualty Todd, who used the phrase to mean “we’re going to do what we need to do here; let’s put our best foot forward.”

Surprised by love

Lisa said she was “surprised by love”. About 12 months before she graduated from Wheaton College in Illinois, she said she began dating a guy she met in her campus. She described the guy to have some great character traits, so that they developed a strong relationship. For the first time, she could imagine wanting to spend the rest of her life with someone. And that a few months into the relationship, they became engaged.

Yet, surprisingly, something inside her felt it just wasn’t right! Deep down, she knew that for all of his admirable qualities, the man and her were not right for each other. Besides, she didn’t want to marry at 22 or 23. She wanted to be on her own first and prove that she could take care of herself. Moreover, she realized that both of them needed more time to mature emotionally. She knew she had to call off the wedding.

Before that, Todd sat down in the seat next to Lisa on the first day of the Senior Seminar at Wheaton. But their contact was extremely limited, Lisa recounted. He smiled casually; and Lisa noticed his red plaid shirt and his relaxed manner. Because the seminar was in a roundtable discussion, Lisa got the opportunity to observe Todd as he interacted with other students.

“Soon, I realized he was not at all the way I had assumed. He was actually rather humble, soft-spoken, bright, and articulate. I was particularly impressed by his willingness to listen to the opinions of others and let them take the lead in discussion,” Lisa said.

The two became sort of partners in the class, sharing ideas on projects and calling each other about upcoming assignments. Definitely impressed with Todd, Lisa was a little dismayed that she hadn’t gotten to know him earlier in their college years. She regarded their relationship as a budding friendship. She wouldn’t know until much later that Todd’s thoughts were more on the romantic side. But because she was dating someone else at that time, there was no place in her life for Todd Beamer…or so she thought.

For a while, Lisa was quite content living by herself. She had just come out of a serious relationship (after she broke off engagement), so that she wasn’t looking for another one. She was just 22 and had a cute little apartment over a shop in Glen Ellyn, Illinois, with her own furniture and decorations, her own car and a new job. What else in life did she need,” she asked.

Little did she know that in September of that same year, Todd and some buddies of his were discussing her and her future. While Todd and longtime friend and roommate Keith Franz were staying at Keith’s parents’ home in Medinah, another friend – Dave Ochs – stopped by.
According to Keith, Dave told Todd, “I have some great news for you. Lisa Brosious broke off her engagement.”

Todd’s eyes were said to have opened wide, as though he’d just seen or heard something amazing.

Shortly after that, another friend, Steve Hellier, and Todd saw Lisa at church, sitting with some friends.

“You ought to ask her out,” Steve suggested to Todd.

“Naaaaahhh, she’s still hooked on that other guy,” was Todd’s reply.

“No, she’s not,” Steve insisted.

“Well, I don’t have her phone number.”

“If I get her number, will you ask her out?” Steve then asked.

A few weeks later, in late October, Todd called Lisa in her apartment, but she wasn’t home. Kara, a former college roommate was visiting and took the message. Curious, Lisa called Todd back that night, and exchanged small talk for nearly half an hour. Todd came to the apartment to pick Lisa up for their first date on November 2, 1991.

From their first date, it was clear to Lisa that Todd was a guy who had a clear focus on life. She admired him that he had a strong work ethic and a direction in life in which he wanted to go. Todd told her he wanted to finish his master’s degree in business. Lisa thought: Motivated, intelligent, fun to be with, great sense of humor, quick to smile, and funny too. This guy could be a keeper.

Lisa knew Todd cared for his family, too. He spoke often with his sisters and parents, and Lisa saw that as a good thing. She thought, Most likely, he will one day love his own wife and children in a similar way.

Keeping with their Thanksgiving tradition of hiking up Turkey Mountain, Todd and Lisa made the trek up the slope on November 24, Todd’s birthday. It was a crisp, cool day, and when they reached the peak, they looked out over the incredible view. The New York City skyline was visible in the distance, and they could clearly make out the Empire State Building and the World Trade Center towers. They were talking about their future when Todd suddenly asked, “Well, would it be so bad to be my wife?” hearkening back to the question he’d asked when they first started dating. The twinkle in Todd’s eyes told Lisa he was asking her to marry him.

Todd pulled out an engagement ring and placed it on her finger. Todd later teased Lisa as to why he wanted to get engaged on his birthday rather than on Thanksgiving or Christmas. “If we get engaged on a holiday, the ring is considered a gift. So if something happens and we break up, I can’t get it back!”

There was no danger of him getting the ring back. Lisa, said, she was head over heels in love with Todd Beamer.

A day Lisa will never forget

September 11. She was getting ready to go to the grocery store when the phone rang. She ignored it since she was about to walk out the door. But the answering machine picked up the call, and she heard the familiar voice of her friend Elaine Mumau who sounded stressed.

“Hi, Lisa. I know Todd is traveling today…and I was just calling to check on him…Do you have your television turned on? … Have you seen what’s happening?”
Lisa grabbed the phone. “Elaine, what are you talking about?”

“Turn the TV on,” Elaine instructed. “There’s been a plane crash at the World Trade Center.”

So Lisa turned on the teevee and saw the Twin Towers enveloped in a huge plume of smoke. A second plane had just smashed into one of the towers, tearing a gaping hole in the building and setting it ablaze. Commentators described the scene in shocked, pensive tones. Lisa stood in front of the teevee, petrified by the horrific sight. Before long the newscasters reported that two planes – an American Airlines flight and a United Airlines flight – were missing and might have been the ones that hit the towers.

“As I sat on the bed that Tuesday morning of September 11, my world had suddenly come to a halt. For a long time after I saw the crash site on television and heard the news that it was a United flight that had crashed in Pennsylvania, I stared blankly at the field outside our window, trying to make sense of it all,” Lisa told Ken Abraham in an interview for the book “Let’s Roll”.

Shortly after noon United Airlines called. Sitting on the corner of Todd’s and her bed, she picked up the telephone on the nightstand.

“Mrs. Beamer, my name is Nick Leonard from United Airlines. I’m sorry to inform you that your husband was a passenger aboard Flight 93 that has crashed in Pennsylvania.”

“I know,” she replied calmly. She didn’t break down crying hysterically. She didn’t yell or scream or make outbursts at all. Although the United Airlines rep made no reference to terrorist activity aboard the flight, there was never a thought in her mind that that was a random accident. No one around her thought that the crash was due to an equipment failure or pilot error. Almost immediately reports circulated on the news that federal aviation authorities had reason to believe that the plane had been hijacked in a similar manner as those that had struck the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. There were even reports that some people had made cellular telephone calls from the plane before it had gone down.

Strangely, Lisa felt some sense of relief in knowing that Todd had been aboard a plane that had crashed without hitting a building or another national landmark, causing further death and destruction or calamity in the country. Tragic as it was, the plane had gone down in a reclaimed field that had once been a coal strip mine and was now a grassy meadow in a rural area of Pennsylvania. It was the only terrorist attack that day in which no lives were lost on the ground as a result of the crash.

The most unsettling moments came when Lisa thought about the third baby she was carrying. Todd and her had been so excited as the pregnancy progressed. As her hands grazed her belly, she was reminded that she is now a single parent of two – David and Drew – and expecting another.

I love you (as recorded)

The family had heard that other passengers aboard Flight 93 had contacted loved ones by cell phone and that the passengers had planned some sort of attempt to overthrow the hijackers. Everyone speculated about Todd’s possible involvement.

One question nagged Lisa: If others were making calls aboard the flight, why hadn’t Todd called her? He lived with a cell phone practically attached to his ear. If others found the means and the time to call, why hadn’t Todd?

Friday evening, around 9 pm, Nick Leonard, the family liaison with United Airlines called.
“Lisa, the FBI has released information that Todd did make a phone call from the flight. He called on the GTE Airfone aboard the plane, and the call went to an operator’s switchboard stations in the Chicago area. The FBI has been keeping the information private until they’ve had an opportunity to review the material. But now they’ve released it.”

It was clear from the information Nick read that Todd hadn’t been murdered by the terrorists. Quite the contrary – he had been actively involved in communicating with someone on the ground, providing information about the hijackers in hopes that somehow he and some of the other passengers could devise a plan to thwart the terrorists’ efforts. As Nick relayed the operator’s summary, Lisa scrawled quickly in staccato form: “… do we know where he was sitting? 10 in front, 27 in back…flight attendant next to him – told him what had happened in first class…what do they want? Ransom?…Todd – Jeremy Glick discussed together to “jump”…[hijacker]…said, going down, we’re ok, we’re coming back up, we’re turning around – I think we’re headed north…completed the Lord’s Prayer with him…asked Jesus to help him – knew he wasn’t going to make it - … told about family, made a promise to call Lisa to tell that he loved his family and wife and children very much…Todd said, are you ready, let’s roll – put phone down but never came back on…could hear screaming in background…”

The Shanksville crash site

The plane had come down in an open field, an area that had once been a coal strip mine and since had been reclaimed, graded, and replanted. Off in the distance, Lisa could see a farmhouse, but there were no buildings anywhere else for miles. Silently Lisa thanked God for that. Compared to the horrific scenes of devastation at Ground Zero and the Pentagon, the Shanksville crash site seemed almost serene.

Because of the reclaimed strip mine, the ground was softer than other surrounding areas. The plane had pierced the earth like a spoon in a cup of coffee: the spoon forced the coffee back, and then the coffee immediately closed around the spoon as though nothing had troubled the surface. Anything that remained of Flight 93 was buried deep in the ground.

At the top of the bluff overlooking the site, a makeshift altar area had been constructed from several bales of hay. Two small flags and one large flag were stuck in it. A cross with white bunting was on the side of the hay-bale memorial.

Lisa had been told in advance that families of the victims would be able to place wreaths, flowers, notes, pictures, or other personal items at the crash site memorial area.

As her special mementos of Todd, Lisa left an Oracle pen, a Chicago Bulls cap, some pictures of Todd and the boys, a container of M&M’s (one of Todd’s favorite candies), notes from family members expressing love and pride of Todd, and a book A Life of Integrity by Howard Hendricks that Todd and the guys had been using in their Friday-morning breakfast group.

And this note she didn’t only leave on the site but she has been living up to: “To Todd, my husband, my everyday hero. Thank you for loving God, loving us, and always playing hard. Thank you for teaching me patience and mercy. I love you and promise to finish our journey well. See you later…”

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