Saturday, December 29, 2007
September in December
Batchmates, san september pa kunta ini kaso di lamang nagsabi si gibbs na iba na ingagamit na email ID sa pag post, si oj lang nakaaram, hmmn...
nwey, better late than later, here's my daughter joseanne's and tato's joint birthday... di pa man late magpadara regalo lalo na sa inaanak nindo
Monday, December 24, 2007
Flash! Reunion at OLPS College
Mga SANO :
There will be a reunion for all who studied at OLPS College on December 29, 2007, 5pm.
For details please contact Fr. Rowan Rebustillo at CP # 09213953063.
Please Pass. See you there!
(toteperez)
There will be a reunion for all who studied at OLPS College on December 29, 2007, 5pm.
For details please contact Fr. Rowan Rebustillo at CP # 09213953063.
Please Pass. See you there!
(toteperez)
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Beowulf back when
Aha, so it's pronounced “BAY-wulf.” All these years my high school classmates and I have pronounced it “BEE-wulf,” like how were taught in English literature. The release of the movie should prompt us to consider holding one of our usual reunions just so we could officially adopt the proper pronunciation of the name.
You see, “Beowulf” isn't just a story to us. Mention the word, and it brings back a lot of happy memories. We're silly sentimental SOBs like that.
We learned about Beowulf and Grendel and Grendel's monster mother not from Neil Gaiman, but in traditional high school English literature. I'm not sure if students today are still taught this old English epic poem. Our teacher was Mrs. Resurreccion, a white-haired, motherly, tiny bird of a lady, all 4'11" of her (perhaps even shorter).
How old was she? We had no idea. My father and mother, for one, both learned their English grammar and literature from her. She was also the one who cast them in an English play at the local college, where they played a Mr. and Mrs. Coates. That's how they ended up together. What can I say: my destiny prefigured right there. But that story should wait for another post...
Mrs. Resurreccion had been teaching part-time in our seminary for years. Imagine the formidable patience she'd developed from dealing with generations of willful little rascals and ruffians. Seminarians as refined, well-mannered young boys? Phooey. Ask her that and she'd probably cackle. And recall what we did to her.
We took up the Beowulf tale for maybe a week or more. But it felt like an entire grading period. So engrossed was she in telling us the story that the epic's title character became our shorthand for her. As in, “Huy, maabot na si Beowulf!” (Beowulf's coming!) Later on, she'd exhibit a similar obssession with Gray's “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard,” forcing us to memorize some stanzas and recite them as prayers before class. (“Full many a gem of purest ray serene, the dark unfathomed caves of oceans bear. Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste its sweetness in the desert air.”)
There was another nickname for her, less popular but with a funny incident attached to it. Once, long after Beowulf, we began reading this Spanish folk tale about a maltreated cow named La Cordera. Because our class was in the early afternoon, we were prone to either dozing off or yapping away while our good teacher tried to talk about the subject.
Beowulf, I mean Mrs. Resurreccion, finally lost her patience one afternoon. She rapped on the blackboard, raised her voice (a first), and berated us for our inattention. Then she gathered her stuff from the table and walked out.
Jong called out after her, “Adios, La Cordera!”
So it was a choice between Beowulf or La Cordera. Beowulf won.
She's still alive, by the way. We dote on Mrs. Resurreccion now whenever we see her. She continues to play a big part in our epic, endlessly rehashed high school stories.
Beowulf the warrior is alive, too, in a ridiculous new movie by Robert Zemeckis that purports to be another giant stride in filmmaking. It doesn't use real actors, but computer-generated facsimiles whose looks and gestures were “captured” electronically from real performers.
Ashushu. The figures look cross-eyed, glassy-eyed, soulless--“too 'Children of the Corn,'” said the critic Stephanie Zacharek. Admire the waste of this film: Anthony Hopkins, John Malkovich, Ray Winstone. Why would you want to use zombified copies of these towering talents and not the real thing? Simply to show off a new toy. And the killer: a naked Angelina Jolie as Grendel's sea-witch of a mother--in stilettos.
Harrumph. I'll take our Beowulf anytime.
First posted in www.gibbscadiz.com
You see, “Beowulf” isn't just a story to us. Mention the word, and it brings back a lot of happy memories. We're silly sentimental SOBs like that.
We learned about Beowulf and Grendel and Grendel's monster mother not from Neil Gaiman, but in traditional high school English literature. I'm not sure if students today are still taught this old English epic poem. Our teacher was Mrs. Resurreccion, a white-haired, motherly, tiny bird of a lady, all 4'11" of her (perhaps even shorter).
How old was she? We had no idea. My father and mother, for one, both learned their English grammar and literature from her. She was also the one who cast them in an English play at the local college, where they played a Mr. and Mrs. Coates. That's how they ended up together. What can I say: my destiny prefigured right there. But that story should wait for another post...
Mrs. Resurreccion had been teaching part-time in our seminary for years. Imagine the formidable patience she'd developed from dealing with generations of willful little rascals and ruffians. Seminarians as refined, well-mannered young boys? Phooey. Ask her that and she'd probably cackle. And recall what we did to her.
We took up the Beowulf tale for maybe a week or more. But it felt like an entire grading period. So engrossed was she in telling us the story that the epic's title character became our shorthand for her. As in, “Huy, maabot na si Beowulf!” (Beowulf's coming!) Later on, she'd exhibit a similar obssession with Gray's “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard,” forcing us to memorize some stanzas and recite them as prayers before class. (“Full many a gem of purest ray serene, the dark unfathomed caves of oceans bear. Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste its sweetness in the desert air.”)
There was another nickname for her, less popular but with a funny incident attached to it. Once, long after Beowulf, we began reading this Spanish folk tale about a maltreated cow named La Cordera. Because our class was in the early afternoon, we were prone to either dozing off or yapping away while our good teacher tried to talk about the subject.
Beowulf, I mean Mrs. Resurreccion, finally lost her patience one afternoon. She rapped on the blackboard, raised her voice (a first), and berated us for our inattention. Then she gathered her stuff from the table and walked out.
Jong called out after her, “Adios, La Cordera!”
So it was a choice between Beowulf or La Cordera. Beowulf won.
She's still alive, by the way. We dote on Mrs. Resurreccion now whenever we see her. She continues to play a big part in our epic, endlessly rehashed high school stories.
Beowulf the warrior is alive, too, in a ridiculous new movie by Robert Zemeckis that purports to be another giant stride in filmmaking. It doesn't use real actors, but computer-generated facsimiles whose looks and gestures were “captured” electronically from real performers.
Ashushu. The figures look cross-eyed, glassy-eyed, soulless--“too 'Children of the Corn,'” said the critic Stephanie Zacharek. Admire the waste of this film: Anthony Hopkins, John Malkovich, Ray Winstone. Why would you want to use zombified copies of these towering talents and not the real thing? Simply to show off a new toy. And the killer: a naked Angelina Jolie as Grendel's sea-witch of a mother--in stilettos.
Harrumph. I'll take our Beowulf anytime.
First posted in www.gibbscadiz.com
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
LAKWATSA SA ENGLAND
After being suffocated by Parisian smell(puro pabango lang kasi di naliligo!), i got an opportunity to visit England and see some of it's enchanting beauty. Show you some of them.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
A TRIBUTE TO OUR 20 YEARS OF BROTHERHOD
A simple video presentation made in Paris as a tribute to our 20th Anniversary. Hope you enjoy as well as reflect...
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
BOOM Bulusan
posted by: daddylloyd
sino ito na nagreklamo na di ako nagparamdam he he, i post some pics pretty cool shot hope nobody got hurt with this blast, later
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Congratulations Ojee for Passing the NCLEX!
Ojee, at last nadale mo na an NCLEX, for sure matibayunon ka na sana sa pagtugtog sa banda niyo!...hehehehe..
Monday, July 23, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
Calling all B87!
Where are you guys?..What's keeping you busy?..Kindly post some pix here, update us please...Erwin E. where's your nice picture taken during summer in Sorsogon?The Luceros haen na mga pictures san band mo?Gibbs, any news?..tinatawagan tabi ang mga sumusunod...Gerald..Jong..James..Gibbs..Cho..Leo..Henry..Ian..Joven..Danny & Lito..Vic..Erwin & Linus..Garry Boy..Sammy..Jay..Joey..Lloyd..Ojee..Otats..Rey..Totep..Paulo..Glenn..mga klasmeyts, magparamdam namon kamo.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Monday, June 04, 2007
BAMS circa 1987
Linus & Chito(+) leads B87 during the parade in Tabaco.
Cackyboy, Otats, Gibbs & PauloMga Pacute
Sa balay nira Tia Mameng Billones: Gerald, Otats & Ian
Wara magkahirimo sa classroom kaya nagpose para magpa cute: Jay, Garryboy,Ojee(seated)Ian, Gerald, Henry & Vicboy.
Guevarra Disco House: Barayle anay, Eric Fuentes, Tolits Donor, Ojee, Erwin(partly hidden), Totep, Gerald & PauloThe Graduates
Look at us, (Jay, Otats, Joey & Glenn) a few hours before we finally close the episode of our high school life...sad isn't it?Yes, if possible we don't want to leave the portals of OLPS, moreso the memories we shared, sufferings we endured, tears of joy,the iskaramusa, pag escape, pag ninja san mga pagkaon,the house cleaning, pag pa-cute during the feast of Peñafrancia , pag serve sa mass during sundays para kasabay an padi pag kaon(for sure masiram an food), intramurals, basketball, the NCEE, retreat & after the retreat an maogmahon na fellowship san community, homevisit,pag luhod when you are late, etc..etc..etc. we enjoyed everything!"Ora, Stude et Labora"
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)