I guess everyone here is around my age when you guys still remember the Busses

I was in Bus #20..........

anyone from Bus #20

other memories...

1. well nung wala pang uniform ang high school!!! really pity the hs guys now that they have to wear some generic clothing. although we were limited with collared tops, straight cut slacks (no jeans) and leather shoes (sneakers were allowed during p.e. days), those days unconsiciously built our sense of style (good or tasteless).

funny when i went to up for college..gulat mga classmates ko galing province kasi tagal ko mag ulit ng clothes...sabi ko...eh uniform namin to eh...

2. i remember reading those bounded sports illustrated mags in the hs lib....and peeping through the last few issues of subscribed GQ (until they cut it due to the nakeds)

3. i recall the taco at the hs canteen...puro repolyo at ewan na ground meat. it did not have cheese and they do not put the fillings in the shell...you eat it ala taco salad..with that achuete colored ewan sauce.

4. i rememeber a classmate of mine...boopsie siapno...he was a promdi drom dagupan when he came to ateneo. he was the butt of all jokes but was a good sport. one time mrs perez got so irked so she gave him a jug.

then the poor guy asked, "ma'am how many times around the marian quadrangle?"

5. 1st year intrams and our class did not have a decent muse...so before the opening started, we gave names to be announced by cris monfort...as we were entering the hs c courts..we heard him say, "1D has 2 muses, debbie miller and carmi martin."

you should see the whole hs population become silent and agog with our fictional muses...GOTCHA!!!

6. during those days of the coup plots (86-88) we would be the 1st one to know because our classmate, gerry magboo's dad is a known marcos loyalist. and whenever his mom picks him up early..it signalled that something was brewing...and that meant no classes for at least 3 days.

7. a retreat at the novitiate in novaliches was so hialrious...during those bull sessions, everyone started swearing at one another for no apparent reason. we took a dive at the lumot filled pool, spelunking at the jesuit cemetery (seeing the names used to name some of the ateneo buildings on some of the tombstones was kinda spooky), and meeting up with that mentally disturbed jesuit who has this penchant of jacking off in front of you.

8. during our 1st yr recollection that was held in the gs chapel, our classmates were caught smoking weed sa footbal field. they were all expelled.

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i was one of the last few batches who didn't have to contend with those uniforms. i think it was batch 2001, the millenium batch who first suffered with the uniforms. supposedly, the uniforms will make the high school dudes more academic minded (and more proper to boot?). anyway, i remember visiting the high school when i was in college, and thinking, p*cha and dudungis ng mga 'to.

i was a senior in high school, and the freshmen were all being the guinea pigs with the new uniforms. it was the beginning of the school year and we all pitied them. what didn't help was that one assembly in the high school covered courts, Fr. Caluag was in an outfit that was like the uniform, and he was being assisted by two similarly clad freshmen. For the next few weeks, all the freshmen were call the "little caluags" by the upperclassmen. he he he.

In the bad old 80's, wearing socks was actually a way by which girls could tell if a guy was from Ateneo or La Salle. During those times, the preppy look was the "in" thing and going sockless was part of that look. Now, the guys who came from Ateneo couldn't really pull off that look since the high school dress code specified that the boys should wear socks in school. I guess this sock-rule was so ingrained in the Atenean consciousness that socks were also worn during weekends.

I never knew this badge of "Atenean-ness" until one day, at a party, there was this girl going around looking at the guys' ankles saying "Lasallista" or "Atenista." Funny thing was she was right 100% of the time.

i remember picking up my older brothers from the grade school (i was still in kindergarten). one day traffic was heavier than usual and there was a lot of commotion around the blue eagle gym area. apparently there had just been a big game. i glanced at the garden area across the lower box entrance. there was an ateneo player, still in his playing uniform. he was crying, so hard in fact that if he weren't supported by a couple of other people he would have fallen on his knees. he was being consoled by a circle of people, but he was disconsolate. i asked our driver if he knew who the player was, and he said, "si steve watson yan. shooter yan."

i don't know if watson's team had just lost a championship game or a la salle game or maybe even just a hard-fought elimination round game. for the longest time i admired watson for the level of emotion and passion he showed. but as i started to watch ateneo in the UAAP i saw that that same passion and love for ateneo was not unique to watson as i saw it in all of the players who donned the blue and white.

another time, i watched a 1998 ateneo juniors (manalo, joy del rosario, bugia, fonacier) game vs zobel. as expected the eaglets won but not after a tough challenge from the nazario-led bengals. manalo even scored on a breakaway slam. i stayed on to watch the next game so i caught the victorious eaglets emerging from the dugout. when bj manalo emerged, guess who was the 1st person to meet him - franz pumaren. they were both smiling and chatting cordially when they proceeded to exit the gym together. i never gave it much thought then, but looking back now it should have been a foreboding

[ December 03, 2002: Message edited by: yungha ]

I hate guys who don't wear socks with loafers. Blech.

Guess I went to the right school, then

PS That doesn't mean I go around inspecting ankles. There are more interesting things to look at. (Hey, if you guys can ogle teachers... )

[ December 03, 2002: Message edited by: 5FootCarrot ]

Carrot,

I guess this explains the sartorial elegance of your family friend, the Sockless One.

remember this was the 80's.

the time where the preppy get up was the 'in' thing.

according to the The Official Preppy Handbook by Lisa Birnbach, loafers are preferrably worn sockless. if it is a must to wear hoisery, a compromise can be done by wearing argyles.

but hey, ateneans do not compromise.


well if you are speaking of year 2002...medyo off na yung sockless...and maybe you can tell that to your oh-so famous friend, mr manzano.

[ December 04, 2002: Message edited by: vjmd ]

I hated sockless loafers as early as 1991. You couldn't make me wear them. Before that I was too young to care

I don't think the Sockless One still goes sockless -- but then I haven't inspected his ankles recently.

yungha,
i heard back then that even when bj was playing out his final year for ateneo, he already committed to dlsu. how true is that? but man, you're right, seeing him and franz didn't mean too well.
do you know that they're already actively recruiting a few of our high school players? and get this, sinisiraan pa ang ateneo. of course, there are the usual promises of cars and money.

with regards to the uniforms being worn in the high school, there are many reasons for that. one of which is to remove being obssessive about branded clothing. for a longest time (even when t-shirts were allowed), you had people showing off their wealth. tama naman ang uniform, sa college na yung smart casual.

one of the most memorable games to my mind was that ateneo vs. ust twinbill at the ust gym where both the juniors and seniors teams lost. i was still in high school then and recall guard randy sevilla really bawling out after that tough loss. the ust gym is real small and those deafening chants of "Beat Ateneo" still reverberate in my memory up to now. after seniors loss, mike facundo punched the blackboard near the ateneo bench in frustration cracking the board! the thomasians behind the bench kept quiet after that.

re: Randy Sevilla - Whatever happened to him? Why didn't he ever get a slot on the seniors' team? He was a very good juniors player and everyone expected him to join the college ranks.

randy was a batchmate of mine and as far as i know, he didn't go to ateneo for college. i think he went to america instead. though i heard that he played in the last ABL, i didn't see him. and yes, he was an outstanding guard who was absolutley fearless. he was a jitterbug in the mold of a muggsy bogues wrecking havoc on opposing players with his quick hands and daredevil drives.
maybe i'll see him this coming ABL.

Randy "Suso" Sevilla is alive and well.

We sometimes play badminton together in QCSC and basketball at Moro on thursday evenings. Currently, he's back in school finishing a degree in accounting.

Yup, he's playing in the ABL under team Roa.

I always though that Rico Santiago was a very athletic player, but wasn't given the chance by the coaches to show what he can do. He was very quick for his height(6'3") during his time. It's just his damn knees that wouldn't hold.

I still believe that he could've been a great player.

ghostrider,
thanks for the randy "manok" sevilla sighting. now we now that elvis has not, i repeat, has not left the building.
since we're on the topic of loyola center and ateneo memories, here's a randy sevilla memory.
as freshmen in high school, he once blew air into a condom and let it fly around the corridors of the first year wing. when gigi de la cruz passed by, she remarked that how we were all babies because we were still playing with balloons. now we wondered what the hell she meant by that. was it a simple toy remark or was there a sexual undertone to that?
when she got pregnant that year, we all had our answer. bwa ha ha

o sino hari ng shato, tex at holen? in the immortal words of mhel garrido, nampocha!

funny, ang nagbebenta ng tex nung grade school days ang mga janitor.

remember calling the caf waiters "pal"
the school bus drivers, "drive"
fred laureles "Kambeng"
fr. querquis' room "da joint"
charlie aldema's wig
fr. o brien's safari hat
getting hungry during doreen fernandez' class

bwa ha ha

Didn't anybody find Fred Laureles kinda creepy? Sometimes when he stood next to you, it was uncomfortably close. I also had the sneaky suspicion that he sometimes gave grades on the basis of the appearance of certain students. . .

Ganun ba, buhay pa si Randy Sevilla? Hooray, akala ko talaga naging drug casualty rin siya! If there's anyone who's more misunderstood in our Ateneo batch, it's got to be him. He had this reputation for being "difficult" and "rebellious," but in the years that I've known him (and I don't belong to his clique "the Good Guys"), I've never heard him say a bad word to anyone save for our teachers. Maybe it's because he's too stoned to even care

Here are snippets of my Loyola memories:

1. In the old Ateneo weights room tucked at a corner in the Loyola Gym (malapit sa GHQ ng DCMT), may nakapaskel na basic weight-training exercises complete with a model from the Ateneo basketball team. You recall who that was? It's Ogie Narvasa. Ganun na kaluma yung karatulang iyon, hahahaha!

2. Ateneo was playing an exhibition game against San Sebastian. We had in our lineup Mike Facundo, Jake Cuerva, Chot Reyes, and Rey Rances; the reason I clearly recall their names is because their proud parents were in attendance leading the cheers and the heckling from the sidelines near from where I was seated.

They were borderline rude and insulting; Mrs. Rances, my Grade 1 teacher, was hotly contesting every call that favored the other team. If you ever chanced seeing Olen Lim, Frankie Lim's wife, throwing a hissy fit during Talk n Text's games, you get the picture.

Then in one SSC play, a San Sebastian guard cut underneath to receive a pass for a backdoor layup. He missed it, but because our big men failed to clear out the shaded area, their center swooped in from outside and followed up the miss with the most thunderous two-handed slam I've seen. The ball even hit Mike Facundo's head after puncturing through the net! After that play, the Ateneo crowd, including our gilded hecklers, was too stunned to react. Samantalang ako ay tawa nang tawa at sumisigaw ng "O, ano kayo ngayon? Ba't natameme kayo?"

A year later, that center transferred to the UAAP and won for his team its only title of recent memory. His name? Benjie Paras.

saw the sockless one two weeks ago at the abs cbn center...at cork....yup he is still very sockless...nice ferragamos though

Randy is still ok. Malakas pa mag-basketball.

Plus, inspired mag-aral ngayon. He's taking his second college degree right now.

San Sebastian? Uh-uh, I think Paras was with San Beda at that time.

Maybe you were thinking of Stevenson "Bong" Solomon who was a San Sebastian Stag :confused:

Nah, he played one year for San Sebastian before transferring to UP although he did play for San Beda with Ronnie Magsanoc and Eric Altamirano in the NCAA juniors. And correction, it wasn't an exhibition game but an MMBL tournament game.

Mukhang di na inabot ni Bong Solomon sina Facundo et al.

whatever happened to len mumar, mike morales, and basa?

as well as dolerich perasol of up, addy papa or dlsu, and henry ong of ust?

here's a funny college experience in the carpark near the chapel:

a guy was having a serious fight with his girlfriend inside his parked car. whatever the cause of their fight, it was kinda heated coz they were really yelling at one another drawing the attention of passers-by. upon noticing their spat had become soon had an audience, they decided to take their fight outside the campus, but not before one last salvo let loose by the guy to his girl, "For that, no aircon!" as he motorvated out of the c-park.

bwa ha ha

remember sitting on the benches under that tree in the quad only to lose it to some of the toughest SOBs in college, mga higad?

remember early morning PTs in La Vista only to get chased by dogs?

(this one is from a cousin of mine who was several batches after me) remember the guy pulled over by a traffic cop for some violation and he refused to hand over his license coz he disagreed. when the cop threatened to have his car towed, the student threatened by going to the media, the Inquirer to be specific. that sort of unnerved the cop who asked who he knew. said the student, "doreen fernandez." and the cop let him go. bwa ha ha

i am sure that at one time or another, we all dreamed of wearing the ateneo jersey, to play for any varsity team and represent the school in athletic or academic competitions.

i got to play for the football team and was a reserve on the baseball team for a bit. but the sport i wanted so much to excel in was basketball. call me a late bloomer coz any improvement in my game came after college.

the upcoming Ateneo Basketball League is a venue for many wannabes to play and live out their dream. Wearing the Ateneo jersey and playing in Loyola Center is another.

It's also a place to see ex-pros and UAAP hotshots re-live their glory. I heard that Richie Ticzon, who will be retiring at the end of the year, suit up and bury those treys again. And his scheduling permitting, it will be a chance to see Chito Loyzaga in an Ateneo uniform again. It's also a scouting ground for current students who play in the upper divisions. Sonny Tadeo, who wan an MVP in the last ABL in two different divisions (!), was spotted by Coach Joel Banal and recruited for the last campaign. It was in the last ABL, that Coach Joel saw the opposition could attack Epok Quimpo and the merits of having the bigger players bring up the ball.

Quite simply, the ABL, whether for fun or for serious hoops, is gonna be another basketball event for those waiting for the next UAAP season to start (It's a chance to see the guys on Team B play as well.) It's a few weeks away and the immortal words of Mark Telan (okay, so what's a green archer doing here), "What's the time ...?"

Game time ... ABL!

hey BK, thanks for sharing. I couldn't help but laugh out loud. :cool:

Since when nagkaruon ng traffic cop sa Pilipinas?

Yun ba yun pulis sa may traffic light?
All you gota do is keep goin, even if he flags you down. What's he gonna do, run after your car?

BleachersKing,

Not much of a basketball player owing to a congenital handicap -- lack of height. Anyway, I managed to channel all my energies into other sports like football and baseball.

I also dream of putting on the blue and white one more time but unfortunately it won't be in basketball. Hopefully before my legs finally give out, we can also have an AFL for footie or an alumni baseball league. Maybe that can be my last chance to go out in a blue and white blaze of glory.

But, as we used to say, "as ka pa!"

HEY HO, MAV!

baseball. football. hurm. why not? that could be the start of something. let's discuss that in our next get together. are we stil pushing through a meeting sometime this Christmas? i'd like to have another one with no distractions (next time, i'm not bringng my teammates along so hindi divided ang attention ko).
i think there'll be a lot of new discussions. i can even help out with the agenda if you want.
cheers!

Bleachers King,

We definitely need to get together again for another 14 Beers. I'm sure the guys have a lot to discuss -- including recruitment news that we can't post here at all. I did an informal survey of some of the 14 Beers habitues and it seems that the Christmas season is too hectic for some (plus, some have to be out of town with their families). Best indication I am getting is for a 14 Beers, Part II on either 11 or 25 January 2003. Personally, I like the 11 January idea since that's the closer date. Your thoughts, Mr. Moderator?

Let's discuss the football and baseball games. Ghostrider, you and I can form the defense in an alumni XI. I'll play sweeper. We can even revive the American football games which, as you remember correctly, ASSOC and the Admi kids played. I remember that was also right around Super Bowl time. Cheers, pare!

I think Upper Box was suggesting a few dates in January (on this or another thread) wherein he will be in town. Don't forget him! If you're playing American football, put him down for one of the offensive linemen. (Heh. I'll probably get a PM about that ) I will gladly recite the "band of brothers" speech from Henry V before the game to inspire you all :cool:

Or, I could bring a frisbee and a few beers and we could play catch at some weekend afternoon picnic. Simple plans usually work best, in my experience.

Picnic? Where? Am game even if it's out of Manila but wouldn't mind at all if we had it in one of the fields in school.

The dates posted (11 or 25 January)were actually suggested by Upper Box himself, the offensive lineman.

Again, a few random notes:

1) American football - I want to be quarterback and do my Dan Marino quick release (the gimpy knee is also an homage to Dan). Problem is if Upper Box is my offensive lineman, I'm sure to get sacked.

2) Band of Brothers speech - Carrot, you're on. I want the WHOLE speech starting from the line "Who's here that wishes so." Start memorizing.

[ December 12, 2002: Message edited by: Maverick ]

Just don't go running into any goalposts balls-first like you used to, Maverick

OK, cool :cool:



QBs are such big babies...



I think I can recite the part beginning "He that shall live this day and come safe home..." from memory (because that's where the guy in Renaissance Man began), but I'll check my copy of the play to make sure. (I bought the whole thing just to get a copy of that speech!)

If you're going to do the full Henry V St Crispen's Day speech and remain true to the Shakespeare text you will run into a few archaic references that will seem awkward to modern ears:

St. Crispen's Day Speech
William Shakespeare, 1599

Enter the KING
WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!

KING. What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.


Fortunately there are modern paraphrases that leave out the archaic references. There's a good paraphrase near the end of "Blackhawk Down" (the book) which leaves out all the irrelevant parts:

Memorial Speech
Major General William F. Garrison
October 6, 1993
Task Force Ranger
Mogadishu, Somalia

Whoever does not have the stomach for this fight, let him depart.
Give him money to speed his departure
since we wish not to die in that man's company.
Whoever lives past today and comes home safely
will rouse himself every year on this day,
show his neighbors his scars, and tell embellished stories
of all their great feats of battle.
These stories he will teach his son,
and from this day until the end of the world,
we shall be remembered.
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
for whoever has shed his blood with me shall be my brother.
And those men afraid to go, will think themselves as lesser men
as they hear how we fought and died together...


P.S. (with a little speech instruction thrown in) The instances in the Shakespeare text (should you choose to recite it) where the saint's name is spelled "Crispian" are not typos. The "mistakes" are deliberate, so you'll know when to stretch the word by another syllable to fit the iambic pentameter scheme.

[ December 12, 2002: Message edited by: Upper Box ]

1) Yup. Will make sure. Painful lesson that. I've learned since to look where I'm going!

2) Carrot: For a complete movie rendition of the Crispian's Day speech, get a copy of Henry V with Kenneth Brannagh. But, this speech will only work if you're English. Upper Box is a Scot and I'm Irish.

[ December 12, 2002: Message edited by: Maverick ]

And if you do the "We happy few" speech, I will do the famous "foot massage" dialogue from Pulp Fiction between John Travolta and Samuel L. Jackson. I just need a volunteer to play Jackson.

Well, dammit. There goes my oratorical debut. (At least I don't have to listen to UB talk about massaging feet! *shudder*) Maybe I'll just paint my face blue and scream "FREEDOM!!!" like a Braveheart extra, then throw some three-leaf clovers (the four-leafed variety is not locally available) at you since you're Irish

Hey, UB, the way I understood the "Crispin/Crispian" thing is that there were two saints, one named Crispin and the other Crispian, and they had the same feast day. At least that's what it said in the English book I looked at in the Ateneo library all those years ago.

Heh. I knew there was some benefit to haunting the library :cool: (and now we return to discussions about Ateneo memories...)

Yup. Three cheers for nerdiness. The saints are Crispin and Crispinian. Shakespeare uses one version or the other depending on what fits the meter.

there was this clover patch behind one of the football goals, and it had loads of clover like plants with four leaves.
but this was about 11 years before they dug up the field to construct SEC.

Carrot, UpperBox, I'm impressed! The legacy of a good Ateneo classical liberal arts education.

On another nerdy track, actually the three leaf variety is the more Irish version of the clover. Legend has it that good-old St. Patrick used the three leaf clover as a way of explaining the Trinity to the ancient Irish and that's how the clover became a symbol of the Emerald Isle. Anyway, for the sake of hearing Carrot make the speech, I'll gladly pretend to be an English longbow-man at Agincourt. So, start memorizing.

Back to the topic, my friends.

Carrot, it just occurred to me that you haven't really shared any of your Ateneo memories. Any incidents that stand out in your mind? Traumatic or otherwise? Favorite teachers? Like we said when you first started posting on the "kick ass" thread, don't let us old-timers hog the limelight.

One of my most cherished memories of the Ateneo was attending those Mass song competitions back in high school. In fact, I can still remember when Manoling Francisco first unveiled "Hindi Kita Malilimutan" at the HS Covered Courts. It was so hauntingly beautiful.
And in 3rd year high, Fr. Fruto was my homeroom teacher and he would teach us "Ang Panginoon Ay Aking Pastol."
To my mind, those high school First Friday Masses still featured the best renditions of Jesuit songs ever.
In fact, my Bukas Palad and Himig Heswita tapes find a place in my music rotation.
Do these songwriting competitions still go on?
I haven't been to Mass at Gesu. The two times that I did, it was during the Game 3 aftermath and during the bonfire. But due to the crowds and all the activity going on, I wasn't able to pay attention much. Who sings the Mass songs, college or high school students?

two of many, many:

hs senior retreat at pollock center when it was still the newest building on campus. remember around ten of us staying in one room and talking all night.

weekly bus ride to Leodegario Elem school in marikina for TD. laugh trip all the way...sigh

are there any CDs of Bukas Palad and Tanging Yaman available?

not the LAUDS or the newer versions of Bukas Palad, but the classic ones that first appeared on cassette?

haven't been to Loyola House of Studies in a bit so I don't know if they're available. the ones i see at music stores are the newer versions.


[ December 13, 2002: Message edited by: Bleachers King ]

BK, I believe the CDs you're looking for are now available at the SONOLUX building just below the College covered courts.

Another Ateneo memory:

Just before the 4th quarter final exams in my senior year, we Physics flunkies were called to stand in line to consult with our teacher Ms. Rosal in our last Physics class ever. At the time we were in real danger of not graduating because of our academic delinquencies, hence the gravity of the one-on-one meetings.

I brought up the rear and standing ahead of me was my smart-alecky bud whose mother, ironically, was a Physics graduate. I was minding my own business until I overheard the exchange between Ms. Rosal and Mr. Smartass:

Ms. Rosal: You're a bright boy but it seems you have trouble focusing in class. What seems to be the problem?

Mr. Smartass: Ma'm, the truth is I get frequent migraine attacks kaya nahihirapan akong mag-concentrate in your class.

Ms. Rosal: Migraine is a sympton of an allergy. So tell me, what are you allergic to?

Mr. Smartass: I'm allergic to Physics, Ma'm.

These are the things that you just can't keep bottled inside, so I ran back to my seat laughing my head off!

Those were the best years...

youll be happy with this news bleachers...go to the days with the lord website...they have a DOWNLOADABLE pdf file containing most if not all the jesuit inspired tunes. i think even chords.

enjoy it. i did. of course i was also smart and gago enough to swipe one of the hard copies in ateneo....hehehe

But I don't feel like it anymore



Well, I'm pretty much content to sit at the feet of the elders and listen to tribal legends And while I wasn't a dork back in college, I led a pretty tame life. Here are a few memories anyway:

1. Eating the fruits that were supposed to be for dissection in Botany Lab. And making a film on pollution for the same class using my brother's G.I. Joes.

2. The campus at 7:30 PM. Had a few nice walks with a couple of boys from my classes

3. Miko de Villa's Babble tryout/initiation thingie in the caf. It was our freshman year, so watching this kind of thing going on was weird. (Oh, and all the guys walking around in drag or cheerleading uniforms, depending on which ROTC group thingie they were going out for. Hehe. The non-game people came to school in T-shirts and their sisters' school skirts -- kulang na lang dahon ng bayabas )

And now I need to get my aging brain in gear and think of some more

Carrot,

You're right, that was pretty tame.

I remember Manny C. planting a stink bomb in class during one of our breaks and it "exploding" during the physics class of Ms. Rosal.

She called in Popoy, and he threatened the whole class with non-graduation if we didn't turn in the culprit at the end of the day.

Eventually, Manny C. fessed up, crying (literally), "It was me, it was dumb, it was stupid".

Since it was a voluntary confession, he got away with a 3 hour post. Bwa ha ha ha!

Also remember the fight between Don B. and Ramy R. during class (the teacher was absent and the beadle didn't report it to the admin.) Awesome, a contrast of fighting styles, taekwondo vs. boxing. The class was so silent during the fight that the teacher in the next classroom never noticed.

Also remember climbing over the fence behind the football field to cut class. Unfortunately, Chris saw one of my classmates and said (in his broken english), "What are you doing here? Do you need a ride to school? Bwa ha ha ha. My classmate ended up riding back to school on Monfort's bike

Exactly why I said I was content to listen to tribal legends at the feet of the elders

I also remember ADSA Rene San Andres (the guy who replaced Tejido -- LOL, someone on this thread might have gone to school with him) in the Aegis office -- it wasn't a meeting, more like someone's birthday -- trying to show us how to open a beer bottle without a bottle opener. I never did master that trick.

Still tame

As a wide-eyed frosh back in high school, it was common for the upperclassmen to stride by the first year wing to put the exubernt newbies in their place. even the teachers did their share.
remember eva buenaventura, the english teacher whose make up and foundation would certainly put joan collins to shame?
on our very first english class, she told us that none of our grade school smarts didn't matter in the high school because it was "infintely more difficut and demanding (her words). she warned us about coasting and mediocrity coz if we slacked off, we could just transfer to "one LSGH." Hurm. .
and if there were any troublemakers, we'll answer to her res'back.
of course, we all wondered who her resback was. that was answered the following day when this black rolls royce followed by a couple of pick ups pulled up by the parking lot. out came johnny ponce enrile, kilabot ng mga rumbling letranites and la sallites during the ncaa wars. he was with a few of his goon high school mates.
he strode into our classroom and scared the crap out of us. needless to say, buena had one very behaved class that year.
where's charles atlas when you need him?


[ December 13, 2002: Message edited by: Bleachers King ]

That's because Buena, as we called her in freshman class, was well connected at the time. In addition her husband was an NBI agent who looked like Rey Langit and menacing as a Serbian hitman.

I do remember the time, though, that I felt genuinely sorry for her when she was diagnosed with a malignant lump on her breast. Buti naman at nalusutan niya yung health crisis na yun.

Trivia: do you know that Chris Monfort turned me on to reggae in high school? He had an extensive record collection of reggae rarities like Bob Marley, Prince Buster, Mannaseh Meets the Equalizer, and Black Uhuru na ipinapahiram nya nun sa opisina niya sa tabi ng office ni AK Villanueva. Nung napansin niyang dumadami na yung kamot ng mga plaka niya, tape na lang ang pinapahiram niya sa amin. Rest in peace, coach Chris, we miss you...