Video #4 of the Samal Island Hopping – Summer Reunion activity of Cotabato City State Polytechnic College (CCSPC) High School Batch 1989.Read more
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Talicud Island is actually part of Samal – or the renamed Island Garden City of Samal (IGACOS). After we went swimming off the shore of Talikud Island, we proceeded to the bigger Samal Island for more adventures.Read more
Talikud Island is our first stop in our Samal Island Hopping.
Talikud is a small island located behind Samal – hence the name – “Talikud” which means “at the back”.
Talikud Islamd is enodowed with clear, sparkling turquoise waters and pristine white shores.
It is also famous among adventurous beach goers for its very rich and diverse marine world with protected coral and fish sanctuaries.Read more
Leaving Sta. Ana Wharf, Davao City
Video #1 of the Samal Island Hopping – Summer Reunion activity of Cotabato City State Polytechnic College (CCSPC) High School Batch 1989
CCSPC Batch ’89 Summer Reunion 2019 Videos:
1 Leaving Sta. Ana Wharf: https://youtu.be/qSh0YxbqsIE
2 Talikud Island Adventure: https://youtu.be/oi8MNEeRkEQ
3 Sailing Through Between Talikud and Samal Islands https://youtu.be/lnsVjs7k_Lo
4 Kaputian Beach Resort: https://youtu.be/kUIS-XviJ7k
5 Pearl Farm & Malipano Beach Resorts: https://youtu.be/csh6LCkqssc
6 Wishing Island: https://youtu.be/RX2eeIjFijA
5 Tips for Delivering an Acceptance Speech
- Be brief in your speech
- Connect with your audience
- Be genuine in your feeling
- Mention the group’s goals
- Inspire at the end
To our dearest school director, Sir Edison Morales, school principal, Ma’am Florence Buat, administrators, faculty and staff, parents, visitors, and my fellow Einsteinians, as-salamu ‘alaykum warahmatullahi ta’la wa barakatuhu, a remarkable morning, ladies and gentlemen.
For all those years I’ve been studying here, I’ve never really envisioned myself to be the future president of this club. Like other people, I too, had underestimated and underrated this club, until I realized . . .
The Einstein Circle of Shakespeare isn’t just merely a club. It is a medium－ a way for me, for you, for us and our young creative minds to express and share our thoughts and ideas to the world. It is a way to be heard, to be seen, to be known, and to be acknowledged. Working with words and being part of it surely isn’t an easy job, but it would be my pride and honor to be the club’s president.
With that being said, I, Lady Zaynab Limba, humbly accept this key of responsibility. I would like to extend my sincerest gratitude to everyone who’s been part of giving me this heartwarming opportunity and of course to you, Ate Asral, for you’ve been the no. 1 person who pushed and trusted me to be your next successor. I am now ready to face my awaiting battle.
I dream for the ECS to grasp what it truly deserves, to terminate the misconception, underestimation of the students, like my past self. I aspire to inspire all to start expressing and develop unity. And now, at this very moment, I shall now introduce to you my co-officers for the school year 2019-2020 who shall help me fulfill this dream. Starting with our
4th yr vice president: Michael Tristan Ikram Aquino
3rd yr vice president: Aragorn Javelosa
Secretary: Adina Radam
Treasurer: Lady Insheera Manar Ampatuan
Auditor: Grantly Jarman Cederio
PRO: Datu Sukarno Sinsuat
And our 2 Bus Mngrs: Faiqah Azia Malendo and Datu Rashad Ampatuan
Standing here, knowing that I’d fight the upcoming battles with you, I can say that I am now ready to hold the pen.
Please bow and please proceed to your assigned seats.
To all of us, the incoming officers, may all the luck and elixirs emanate our year, the Year of the Explorers.
Once again, a pleasant morning to all. Thank you and wassalam!
What is palendag? What does it literally mean? What is the secret behind its melancholic sound?
Mansoor L. Limba on February 7, 2017
MAKATI CITY (7 February) – February 4, 2017. I woke up at exactly 4:10 am. At exactly 5:28 am, I was already inside the campus of Cotabato City State Polytechnic College (CCSPC). All sporting a maroon T-shirt, many people of various age levels were also coming in.
As can be gleaned from the number of vehicles starting to gather at the playground of the leading public institution of higher learning in the city, a historic event was about to unfold that early morning.
Formerly known as Cotabato High School, Cotabato City High School, and then Cotabato City National High School, CCSPC kicked off its first ever Grand Alumni Homecoming – after 93 years of its existence – with a long motorcade around the city.
After the motorcade, the groundbreaking ceremony for the proposed alumni building was held in which the college president, Dr. Dammang Bantala, expressed astonishment at the huge number of vehicles that participated in the motorcade. “If each of us will contribute one thousand pesos, we could immediately put up the alumni building,” he said in his short speech.
Soon after unveiling the project of Batch ’85, Dr. Bantala proceeded to the main library for the ribbon-cutting ceremony of Batch ’89 project for our alma mater – four units of built-in steel benches for the library visitors.
In our Batch ‘89 general meeting on January 4 last year, in which the agendum was the batch project for the school, we had identified the current CCSPC bid for university status as the guide, and it was thus pointed out that these two areas are crucial to this bid, viz. (1) the pool of faculty members with postgraduate degrees, and (2) library facilities; hence, we finally opted for the benches (and books to be donated). After a year of facilitations by the batchmates, generous sponsorship of a benefactor batchmate, and free labor offered by an engineer batchmate, the project was finally materialized.
As the college president went to the next inauguration after a brief exchange of pleasantries and picture-taking with our batch, we were invited to the library for a ten-minute visit, and then we rushed as a group to the social hall of City Mall, the homecoming program’s venue.
As my notebook’s battery began to be depleted in the early afternoon, I had to look for an outlet to charge because I was then catching the deadline for paper abstract submission for a conference abroad.
I was then charging my notebook at the entrance to the hall while seated beside Badrudin Ali, our Batch ’89 2nd vice president, who was then filling up his CCSPC High School Alumni Association Membership Form, when somebody casually greeted us – “As-salamu ‘alaykum!” – and then joined us in the table.
It was no other than Tatay Bantala, as Badrudin would address the college president.
Our not-so-private tête-à-tête commenced with Sir Bantala’s re-expression of surprise at the large number of vehicles in the motorcade and, of course, the first-ever-held homecoming since the school’s establishment in 1924. He then navigated us through his bid for college presidency way back in 2012 and then his recent retention as president.
The conversation soon drifted toward the nitty-gritty of CCSPC’s present bid for university status, and the procedural and attitudinal issues surrounding the second semester enrollment last month.
In the end, we all shared the common view that while the proposed alumni building will surely be an important infrastructure of the school, what is more important is to attain the ideals of ‘scholarship,’ ‘development’ and ‘loyalty’ which are enshrined in the CCSPC logo.
[Mansoor L. Limba, PhD in International Relations, was the Valedictorian of CCSPC High School Day Class 1989 as well as the President of Senior Class Organization Student Council. He has also been the President of CCSPC Day and Night Class 1989 Alumni Association since its creation in December 2014. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org, or http://www.mlimba.com and http://www.muslimandmoney.com.]
TEHRAN, Islamic Republic of Iran (November 26, 2007) – In a short inadvertent chat last winter with a fellow MSUan and batch mate who is presently based in Toronto, she asked naively, “It’s too hot there, isn’t it?” To her astonishment, I retorted “Yes, it’s extremely ‘hot’ here as it’s the peak of winter now”. “Do you mean there are four seasons there in Iran like here in Canada?!” she queried. “Yup,” I quipped.
As the Middle East region as a whole is commonly associated with a portrait of camel-driving nomads in a vast arid desert, there is no blame if someone outside the region is unaware that Iran has four seasons. In fact, even fewer outsiders know that its calendar, whose basis of reckoning is centuries older than Christ, is accurately divided quarterly according to the four seasons. It commences on the very first day of spring (March 21 or 22) and ends on exactly the last day of winter.
Since September 23, it’s been autumn now here. Skies turn grey. Leaves of trees change their colors, usually turning into a reddish or brownish hue and begin to fall. Rain showers and at times downpours are frequent; hence, a natural boon to the polluted Tehran metropolis. The days get shorter and cooler while the nights get longer; thus, a rare opportunity to those who are keen to perform optional fasting. In short, it marks the transition from summer into winter.
Just as deciduous trees have different colors of leaves at this period, so are the meanings of autumn to different people.
To the tillers of soil especially in the temperate zone of both the northern and southern hemispheres such as the Philippines, autumn means time of reaping and fecundity. To me as a schoolboy then in the first half of 1980s, harvest season meant variegated and relatively cheaper fruits such as atis and rambutan at the Cotabato City Fruit Stand which is just outside our school.
During my college years in early 1990s, this season meant mushrooming of madang/marang fruits in certain spots of MSU Campus such as in front of PLH, Commercial Center, 5th Street, and Baryo Salam. Unless provoked by certain PLH dwellers, I would evade buying marang in front of PLH as the price was somehow heavy to my pocket. Instead, Baryo Salam which is near the dormitory where I stayed in during my first three years in the campus was my favorite hub where I could buy one marang as cheap as 2 pesos–after three to five minutes of bargaining, nevertheless. Around this time, lucky were those who had classmates or roommates who are from the nearby town of Balo’i because invitation to their hometown meant free-of-charge marangs to the heart’s content.
To the poets and ‘outdoor’ individuals like my wife’s Trinidadian friend, the fall season means melancholy and gloominess as the chill of winter and forced indoor retreat are in the offing, nay imminent.
To a bachelor or spinster, fall season may be linked to strong feelings of sorrow as it symbolically represents his or her own ageing self. It serves as a nagging reminder that like the natural world, he or she has also reached the prime of his or her youth while having no offspring.
To the mystics and spiritual wayfarers, autumn constitutes a stage of journey toward perfection as well as yearning for the forthcoming and sought-after reunion with the Beloved and the attainment of the state of felicity after life-long smashing of the idol of I-ness.
To the leaf peepers, this season means the time to come out of their cocoons to enjoy the mellow sight of fall foliage. It is therefore a seasonal godsend to the tourism industry of Eastern Canada, the New England region of the United States and Eastern Asia including China, Japan and Korea where colored autumn foliage is most famously noted.
To the Iranian households, autumn (and winter) means more consumption of gas as the source of heat energy.
To the Palestinians, this year’s autumn means possible reenactment of the Madrid Conference and its dismal repercussions while to their cousins, it means more incentives by forging diplomatic and/or trade relations with [Persian] Gulf sheikhs.
To the inmates of the world’s largest concentration camp called Gaza Strip, this fall and the approaching winter signify further suffering and starvation.
To the “coalition of the willing”, this year’s autumn means further dwindling with the impending pull out of the Australian buddy. To the Australians, in turn, the same means self-rescue through the ballot from the five-year old quagmire that is Iraq.
To me, every autumn means more emotionally charged reminiscence and re-experiencing of the MSU-Main Campus climate though, unfortunately, without the soothing panorama of Lake Lanao and the centuries-old serenity of its Sleeping Lady.
(An excerpt from my book “My Tehran Diary” (2015))
As in other occasions, during our recently held first ever high school reunion (after 25 years) in Cotabato City, one recurring introductory phrase among the lady batchmates was, “I’m a plain housewife.” In other words, it is like saying “I’m only a housewife” or “I’m just a housewife.”
Let’s see how ‘plain’ this plain housewife is. Let’s see how simple function being a housewife is.