November 30, 1982. Bonifacio Day.
Having just started my schooling five months before, I woke up that day treating it like any other. Dressed in my maroon and white uniform, I settled down to breakfast, paying little attention to my parents’ conversation. ‘Are you sure there are classes today?’ I vaguely remember my mom asking Dad. […]
In behalf of my family, we take time out to offer our deepest sympathies to a friend
whose father passed away yesterday.
.
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… I thank you for the music
And your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom
When it came my time to go –
I thank you for the kindness
And the times when you got tough
And, pap, I don’t think I
Said ‘I love you’ near enough –
The leader of the band is tired
And his eyes are […]
Friday, July 13th 2007
Our College Professor passed on earlier today. Dr. FG David.
I ran a search for his name and I found this picture of him on his University page (which sadly didn’t have much). He earned his PhD in Temple University, and was a student of BF Skinner. He was Head of the UP […]
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Sir Salamat po sa lahat ng itinuro niyo during and even beyond the seminar. Tnx for entertaining my questions. — Alden
Sir David,
Tnx 4 evrything! myjane
Sir,
Tnx….4 D information. Ali
Dr. David
Salamat po ng marami. Gileen
Sir David,
maraming salamat po! Girlie
Sir,
my endless thanks!!!
diane
Sir,
Keep up d gud work!
GODBLESS! Rochelle
Sir,
THANKS!
Nalyn
Sir David,
Thanks for […]
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“To take the first step at a crossroad where resistance is extra strong,
is to put mind over matter and to effect a wave of the future by a butterfly flutter.”
- fgdavid, 26 November 2004
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(I guess it is a trait worthy of note — Kapampangans and their penchant for food and cooking. When my mom sent me a copy of the column by Tito Randy I could not help but of course be reminded of Dad and his cooking. Nineteen weekends have passed since, nineteen family dinners no longer […]
Continue reading about Public Lives : Remembrance of meals past
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if […]