Glog..glog..glog!
Cheers mga pards..para sa mga ka-batch ta sa ibayong bansa..Kyoji, Totep, Joven and Paulo.
nagpapa-dayaw an duwa..hehehe!
hmmmm....sarap ng ice cold beer!..with Rico E.
Gerald & Lloyd...a diehard San Mig drinker.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Irinuman sa "Balkon"...
Glog..glog..glog! Cheers mga pards..para sa mga ka-batch ta sa ibayong bansa..Kyoji, Totep, Joven and Paulo.nagpapa-dayaw an duwa..hehehe! hmmmm....sarap ng ice cold beer!..with Rico E.Gerald & Lloyd...a diehard San Mig drinker.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Totep's Bond Romans
Totep with Professor Mike Grenby of Public Speaking Class and his apprentices. he is also a respected and well - known journalist and Bond's "Roman" icon.
To Be or Not To Be
Public Speaking Class doing it the Roman's way. Reminiscent of our Developmental English Class and Bambet's classic Bohemian Parody, err, Rhapsody....
At The Library
Inside the library utilizing hi-tech catalogue system. You can view lectures in powerpoint , video streamering of lectures, class exam sked, announcements, etc. sa pc even at home.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Friday, October 27, 2006
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Trip to Bulusan Lake....
This picture was taken duringt holy week when Ojee's kids were still here in the Philippines...how i missed those "trippings"...it was really a very holy week...so nice to reflect the blessings we received, great family, nice friends, kids, the lake, the beautiful scenery..etc..whew!..nakaka miss din.
Monday, October 23, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
Thursday, October 19, 2006
BFP goes "Nuts"!
Baby JM's latest pix
This pix was taken in Piot, where my family(ning and the 3 marias) stayed there for a week after the typhoon hit the Province of Sorsogon, though electric power is down, we never get lonely or sad, just staring at this little cute angel of ours..nawawara an problema.
Monday, October 16, 2006
Reminiscing Tata Lines
(I am posting herewith, the letter of fr. vic sent to me via e-mail, rb_marcial@yahoo.com)
mga pads,
here are the pictures taken last oct12, sa lamay ni +tatalines, at the Home for the Clergy where his remains lies, during which, batch 87 accidently met without that planned communication.. sadyang pinagtagpo ang batch87. kita pa!
please pray for the eternal repose of Fr. Lino. He died last Oct10, in the afternoon, of car accident (he was driving his brand new black chevrolet), along villa hermosa route when he was coming back from legazpi. What really happened that caused his car to rump head on to a tree is a cause of many speculations.. sabi kan iba inatake sa puso, others would say nangaturog siya while driving. He's a diabetic kaya posible nangaturog siya.
for fr. Henry, tato, ian, garry, glenn, gibbs, he was our Captain, the best literary professor we ever had. remember "o captain, my captain" a poem by walt whitman na tinuro sa aton ni tatalines? Remember Dead Poets Society? Si Robin Williams na english profesor? This poem reminds me of tatalines.. if you can still remember the poem.. somehow it speaks of tatalines..
see:
O Captain! My Captain!
by Walt Whitman
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O
the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up- for you the flag is flung- for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths- for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores,
and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
somehow for me, it is for tatalines..
PRAY FOR HIS SOUL!
vicboy
mga pads,
here are the pictures taken last oct12, sa lamay ni +tatalines, at the Home for the Clergy where his remains lies, during which, batch 87 accidently met without that planned communication.. sadyang pinagtagpo ang batch87. kita pa!
please pray for the eternal repose of Fr. Lino. He died last Oct10, in the afternoon, of car accident (he was driving his brand new black chevrolet), along villa hermosa route when he was coming back from legazpi. What really happened that caused his car to rump head on to a tree is a cause of many speculations.. sabi kan iba inatake sa puso, others would say nangaturog siya while driving. He's a diabetic kaya posible nangaturog siya.
for fr. Henry, tato, ian, garry, glenn, gibbs, he was our Captain, the best literary professor we ever had. remember "o captain, my captain" a poem by walt whitman na tinuro sa aton ni tatalines? Remember Dead Poets Society? Si Robin Williams na english profesor? This poem reminds me of tatalines.. if you can still remember the poem.. somehow it speaks of tatalines..
see:
O Captain! My Captain!
by Walt Whitman
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O
the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up- for you the flag is flung- for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths- for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores,
and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
somehow for me, it is for tatalines..
PRAY FOR HIS SOUL!
vicboy
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Latob in Tata Linuz
The most memorable experience I had with Tata Linuz happened during one of the "modelling" sessions we had when i was in first year college.
For those who studied at OLPS College and took up English Composition Subject with Tata Linuz, modelling was his endearing legacy of teaching the English Language by demonstrating to us excerpts on the works of great writers that we must use as "models" to write our own compositions.
In one of our classes with him he jokingly warned me : "Mr. Perez, remember that I am a lawyer, I can sue you for destroying my eyesight, you've got a terrible handwriting!"
But I was so glad I never got a "latob" or "banggurang" from him, his "punishment/karinyo" to his students for every mispronounced word, wrong grammar and spelling... Without warning he says "latubon/banggurangon ta ika," (pero linatob/binanggurang ka na niya bag - o ka pa man sabihan.)
He was the only seminary mentor who's too eager to start the class immediately by beginning to lead the opening prayer as soon as he enters the classroom while we are still rising up from our seats to do the sign of the cross. By the time he reaches the teacher's table, the opening prayer was already done and he's ready to start the class right away.
Lsst October 2005 during the Alumni homecoming, I really intended to talk to him during the solidarity night to express my gratitude to him in teaching us the English language effectively. I was exempted by the Ford Foundation International to take the Intensive English Course for the pre - academic traning of their fellows - elect. I thanked him for his efforts were not in vain.
In between his smile and chuckles he quipped : "You see Totep, it pays really! Now you understand why I was strict then.."
Tata Linuz, thank you for your modelling...na may kaupod na latob nan banggurang.
(note: may I invite everybody to post their memories on Tata Linuz, and maybe we can compile these as a tribute to one great mentor who inspired us to write and create our own writing styles.)
For those who studied at OLPS College and took up English Composition Subject with Tata Linuz, modelling was his endearing legacy of teaching the English Language by demonstrating to us excerpts on the works of great writers that we must use as "models" to write our own compositions.
In one of our classes with him he jokingly warned me : "Mr. Perez, remember that I am a lawyer, I can sue you for destroying my eyesight, you've got a terrible handwriting!"
But I was so glad I never got a "latob" or "banggurang" from him, his "punishment/karinyo" to his students for every mispronounced word, wrong grammar and spelling... Without warning he says "latubon/banggurangon ta ika," (pero linatob/binanggurang ka na niya bag - o ka pa man sabihan.)
He was the only seminary mentor who's too eager to start the class immediately by beginning to lead the opening prayer as soon as he enters the classroom while we are still rising up from our seats to do the sign of the cross. By the time he reaches the teacher's table, the opening prayer was already done and he's ready to start the class right away.
Lsst October 2005 during the Alumni homecoming, I really intended to talk to him during the solidarity night to express my gratitude to him in teaching us the English language effectively. I was exempted by the Ford Foundation International to take the Intensive English Course for the pre - academic traning of their fellows - elect. I thanked him for his efforts were not in vain.
In between his smile and chuckles he quipped : "You see Totep, it pays really! Now you understand why I was strict then.."
Tata Linuz, thank you for your modelling...na may kaupod na latob nan banggurang.
(note: may I invite everybody to post their memories on Tata Linuz, and maybe we can compile these as a tribute to one great mentor who inspired us to write and create our own writing styles.)
Friday, October 06, 2006
Totep's Stories at Vincentian's Blogsite
Mga ka - batch, mga SANO,
Good Day mate ! (Aussie na ba ang dating?)
I was so surprised to find out that the some of my email messages regarding my Bond stories were posted at Vincentian Alumni Blogsite.... please visit http://binsentyan.blogspot.com and see for your selves. Magayon layout san site with more literary pieces than visuals pero magayon an accompanying visuals...
I invite you then to check out the blogsite and enjoy reading !
toteperez
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Appeal to Help Sorsogon
Mga Ka - Batch, mga SANO,
May I suggest to all batches and the OLPS Alumni Foundation to organise, pool resources and extend any form of assistance to Sorsogon which is severely hit by Milenyo...
Maybe we can utilize the alumni homecoming this October to formalize whatever plans for this effort.... I guess, it's quite not advisable to have the usual activities that we do during reunions, instead, let's make the event an opportunity to help our kababayans...
We have so many SANOs who are blessed with resources, connections/network, well placed in bureaucracy and private sector, etc.... may I suggest to them to spearhed this kind of activity...
How I wish I can go home and help.... Calling also those SANOs who are living abroad to try to be involved in any initiatives being done in their area to help our kababayans....
Burugkos Burulig kita Para sa Sorsogon....Dios Mabalos!
toteperez
May I suggest to all batches and the OLPS Alumni Foundation to organise, pool resources and extend any form of assistance to Sorsogon which is severely hit by Milenyo...
Maybe we can utilize the alumni homecoming this October to formalize whatever plans for this effort.... I guess, it's quite not advisable to have the usual activities that we do during reunions, instead, let's make the event an opportunity to help our kababayans...
We have so many SANOs who are blessed with resources, connections/network, well placed in bureaucracy and private sector, etc.... may I suggest to them to spearhed this kind of activity...
How I wish I can go home and help.... Calling also those SANOs who are living abroad to try to be involved in any initiatives being done in their area to help our kababayans....
Burugkos Burulig kita Para sa Sorsogon....Dios Mabalos!
toteperez
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
come on over!
hello batchmates and sanos, am inviting you to visit my blog at www.gibbscadiz.blogspot.com for stories and pics of my russia trip. dun ko na lang i-post para isahan na lang. hirap pala mag-maintain ng blog, haay. :) me link pala ako dun ng batch87 site.
On Homesickness and Loneliness( a tribute to lonely Totep)
( Totep’s e-mail inspired me to write these crumbs of thoughts on loneliness and homesickness)
Loneliness and homesickness are two demons that I know very well. Or to put it correctly, the two demons that know me very well. They have been patiently lurking in my soul, crippling the sharpness of my mind, hounding and pounding every vein of my heart. They have been with me and they will always be.
Trained and formed to be lonely-proof missionary, well-armed with theological thoughts, enflamed by youthful idealism and, strengthened by the mystical blessings of prayers, I went to foreign mission with much pride…for nothing could stop me, nobody could humble me. But I was wrong.
I fought fiercely with these demons for sometime. I used all I got to defeat them, but to no avail. They can be weakened but not killed; they can be resisted but not forever. Time came when loneliness crumbled the proud fortress of my emotion, homesickness burned down the high façade of my thoughts…leaving my soul naked.
But God indeed is the God of many surprises. The moment of my surrender was also a moment of my victory. It was when I accepted that I am lonely that loneliness befriended me; it was when I showed my weakness that homesickness led me back home.
Now I learned the lesson well: loneliness and homesickness are not demons after all. They are good friends if we befriend them; they are however great enemies if we fight against them.
Fortunately, I did not learn the lesson through a hard way.
Loneliness and homesickness are two demons that I know very well. Or to put it correctly, the two demons that know me very well. They have been patiently lurking in my soul, crippling the sharpness of my mind, hounding and pounding every vein of my heart. They have been with me and they will always be.
Trained and formed to be lonely-proof missionary, well-armed with theological thoughts, enflamed by youthful idealism and, strengthened by the mystical blessings of prayers, I went to foreign mission with much pride…for nothing could stop me, nobody could humble me. But I was wrong.
I fought fiercely with these demons for sometime. I used all I got to defeat them, but to no avail. They can be weakened but not killed; they can be resisted but not forever. Time came when loneliness crumbled the proud fortress of my emotion, homesickness burned down the high façade of my thoughts…leaving my soul naked.
But God indeed is the God of many surprises. The moment of my surrender was also a moment of my victory. It was when I accepted that I am lonely that loneliness befriended me; it was when I showed my weakness that homesickness led me back home.
Now I learned the lesson well: loneliness and homesickness are not demons after all. They are good friends if we befriend them; they are however great enemies if we fight against them.
Fortunately, I did not learn the lesson through a hard way.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
9/11 EXTENDED CELEB IN MANILA/FAREWELL FOR GIBBS
erwin e. and dandy at oyster boy
tato, gibbs, erwin e. and dandy
drinking some coffee at starbucks-gateway
tato and gibbsLast Sept. 14, the manila-based batch87 gathered for 9/11 extended celebration and farewell party for gibbs who then will be leaving for moscow, russia for an offcial trip.
9/11 CELEBRATION
batch 87 celebrated the 9/11 incident at dandy's house...fr. ernie mendina came...joey lasala and his girlfriend attended too. thanks bros. for coming!
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