Here's the 1st part of my french escapades...
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
BOOM Bulusan
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
The 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"Thursday, May 31, 2007
Looking Forward to the next homecoming
2004 Alumni Homecoming
Kan Panahon Ta...
Monday, May 28, 2007
GOLDEN ANNIVERSARY BANNER
Proud to present our banner that speaks of great history of mission in my parish. Though so young compared with the parishes in Sorsogon, yet faith is so mature.
Friday, May 25, 2007
NEWS FROM TAIWAN
Brochure for the Golden Anniversary of the Parish
If you can't understand the words, just look at the pictures!Everybody is invited on August 10, 2007 to attend our Grand Golden Anniversary Celebration here in the East Coast of Taiwan....kanya-kanya tabi pamasahe...libre an istaran!Hehehe!
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
For a change, yadi na an gwapo..hehehe!

...Otats being given a plaque of recognition by Mr. Gerry Chua, owner of Eng Bee Tin and the outgoing President of Philippine Association of Volunteer Fire Brigades, with the incoming President.

..Otats with the PNPA Cadets during the wedding of his lady co-officer..(sa laog ini san Camp Aguinaldo Church, where Joven's wedding also took place)
More of JM's pix..
turning 10 months on June 4..haen na mga regalo niyo?..hehehehe..
..the fountain of my unbriddled & immeasurable joy.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Posted this in my blog :)
FIRST READING
"We ask you this through Christ our Lord, amen."
Time for First Reading. The boy, shy and nervous, walks towards the lectern. It's his first time to do the reading, a task he'd avoid at any cost if he could. But there is no way around it. As a junior in this high school seminary, he and his classmates have to take their turn on the altar, before a mass of other boys ready to jeer, heckle and remember any fumble he'd make for years to come. Freshmen and sophomores act as acolytes during daily mass, juniors and seniors serve as readers. None gets a pass, and now it's his turn.
He swallows hard, then opens his mouth. "The first reading is taken from the book of the Prophet Ezekiel." Can that strained, high-pitched voice be his? Did I pronounce it right, Ee-zee-kiel? His throat feels parched, sandy. His white polo shirt and black pants seem terribly hot, and he can feel his armpits steaming up.
He plows on. The lines are a blur. He tries to go faster, but then remembers the priest's admonition. It's the Word of God, give it respect, read it slowly! So he enunciates his words, never looking up from the book, determined not to get distracted by the funny looks on his classmates' faces.
Last two lines, yes!
Finished. The end. Wow, he's done it. Read right up to the last period without a hitch. Success! Must breathe easily now, wrap it up, wrap it up. A pause, then one more thing left to say: "This is the Word of the Lord."
And his mouth says: "This is the end of the world."
A second of shock, then pandemonium in the chapel. Even the priest starts giggling. He looks up, startled, realizes what he has just said, then stares horrified at the laughing mob. Nothing to do now but trudge back to his pew, face all crimson, his future flashing before his eyes. He'll never outlive this, he knows. From this day forward, at least among his peers, he's toast.
Our 25-strong high school seminary batch is celebrating its 20th anniversary this year. Since our graduation in March 1987, four have become priests, many more have gotten hitched, a few now live abroad, and one has passed away. But we remain extraordinarily close to one another, and have enlarged the friendship to include the wives and kids. All first-borns in the circle automatically get a ninong in the other 24. Getting gifts on Christmas and birthdays is another story. When we hold reunions, which is often and irrespective of a quorum, we always end up killing ourselves with the same old stories. God willing, we'll never stop laughing. The anecdote above is a perennial. Yep, it's a true story.
"We ask you this through Christ our Lord, amen."
Time for First Reading. The boy, shy and nervous, walks towards the lectern. It's his first time to do the reading, a task he'd avoid at any cost if he could. But there is no way around it. As a junior in this high school seminary, he and his classmates have to take their turn on the altar, before a mass of other boys ready to jeer, heckle and remember any fumble he'd make for years to come. Freshmen and sophomores act as acolytes during daily mass, juniors and seniors serve as readers. None gets a pass, and now it's his turn.
He swallows hard, then opens his mouth. "The first reading is taken from the book of the Prophet Ezekiel." Can that strained, high-pitched voice be his? Did I pronounce it right, Ee-zee-kiel? His throat feels parched, sandy. His white polo shirt and black pants seem terribly hot, and he can feel his armpits steaming up.
He plows on. The lines are a blur. He tries to go faster, but then remembers the priest's admonition. It's the Word of God, give it respect, read it slowly! So he enunciates his words, never looking up from the book, determined not to get distracted by the funny looks on his classmates' faces.
Last two lines, yes!
Finished. The end. Wow, he's done it. Read right up to the last period without a hitch. Success! Must breathe easily now, wrap it up, wrap it up. A pause, then one more thing left to say: "This is the Word of the Lord."
And his mouth says: "This is the end of the world."
A second of shock, then pandemonium in the chapel. Even the priest starts giggling. He looks up, startled, realizes what he has just said, then stares horrified at the laughing mob. Nothing to do now but trudge back to his pew, face all crimson, his future flashing before his eyes. He'll never outlive this, he knows. From this day forward, at least among his peers, he's toast.
Our 25-strong high school seminary batch is celebrating its 20th anniversary this year. Since our graduation in March 1987, four have become priests, many more have gotten hitched, a few now live abroad, and one has passed away. But we remain extraordinarily close to one another, and have enlarged the friendship to include the wives and kids. All first-borns in the circle automatically get a ninong in the other 24. Getting gifts on Christmas and birthdays is another story. When we hold reunions, which is often and irrespective of a quorum, we always end up killing ourselves with the same old stories. God willing, we'll never stop laughing. The anecdote above is a perennial. Yep, it's a true story.
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