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Thank you SB for reminding me as I have long planned to reprint the following here but I forgot. So, here, I am reprinting two stories about Espie by Pablo Tariman.

From London to Virac: A Mother’s Tale of Woe
By Pablo Tariman
Philippine Daily Inquirer
First Posted 23:01:00 05/09/2009
http://showbizandstyle.inquirer.net/sim/sim/view/20090509-204090/From-Lo...
Filed Under: Family, Children

THE WOMAN continues to haunt town plazas and the church belfry in the dead of night, probably reminiscing about the house she had saved for by working abroad, but which some relatives had reportedly appropriated for themselves. She might also be thinking of her lost love – her British lover with whom she had a son.

Mangga-gururu lamang kita
Estoria ini kang de puntong Nang Concha (Hesus, Hesus, tabangan nin Dios) del Timbaan, San Andres.

Ga gallo-gallo nin kahaponan ang mag agom na si Gorio kasi Goria. Ga agaw ang dullum buda liwanag sa subsuban kang mag bagting ning alas seis.

Ting, ting, ting, ting, ting.

“Gorio.. bayae ngon’a ang pag tiak na an ta ma alas seis kita, buda madullom naman ngani.”

Sabay luhod sa kinatindugan sa igwang kusina kang saindang hallong-hallong habang si Gorio ga luway-luway pagsakat.

Ini ang mga paborito kung dangogon sa kahaponon nin sakong buhay!

Ric Manrique Jr.
1. Madaling Araw http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rEHcdC3Dxts
2. Saan ka man Naroroon http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ALGWZAR_9l0
3. Bituing Marikit http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gp6-0x9JlME
4. Tanging Dios Lamang ang Nakakaalam http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l9kUmZ5kQGQ
5. Mutya ng Pasig http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KxPVxAhHEKs
6. Ibong Sawi http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8tdimDyk0c&feature=related I cry listening to this.

Estoria to ninyo de puntong Nang Concha (Hesus, Hesus, tabangan nin Dios) del Timbaan, San Andres.

Ga riparo nin kahaponan yan mag asawang si Gorio kasi Goria. Ga agaw yan durum buda liwanag sa subsuban ninyo mag bagting nin alas seis.

Ting, ting, ting, ting, ting.

“Gorio.. bayae ngo’na yan pag tiak na yan ta ma alas seis kita, buda madurom naman ngani.”

Sabay luhod sa kinatindugan sa ikan kusina nin kilang baray-baray habang si Gorio ga luway-luway pagsakat.

my half a penny thoughts...

Tourism is ...

St. Lawrence the Martyr is the venerated patron saint of my beloved home-town, Baras. He is also the 2nd patron saint of Pandan town. As a tribute to my Patron Saint I'm posting here some details of his martyrdom.

Happy Fiesta to the good people of Baras!

St. Lawrence is a deacon of the Catholic church. It is believed he was born in the year 225 in Huesca (Roman Osca) in Hispania Terraconensis. He received religious instruction under the Archdeacon Sixtus in Rome. When his teacher Sixtus became the Bishop of Rome under Pope Sixtus II he was ordained Deacon of the Church and was made in charge of the Churh's

2000 kami nagparibod nin akong pamilya after years nin stay overseas. Siempre nag lawir-lawir kaming pamilya, kaiba namo si Mama Aning (my mother in-law). Punta kami sa itaason nag bisita sa mga kapugtuan sa Tokyo, Lourdes, Tabugoc, Marambong, Layog Bunga (sa nag ampon sa ako), buda sa Baldok.

Medio nahorhaponan kami ta grabeng hinapitan. Puno-puno yo akong sasakyan nin nga doma, langka, kalibo, bonuon na manok. Yan asa atubangan nin sasakyan si mama. Yo akong pamilya asa likodan.

Stories of El Pidio have always fascinated me since i was a child. I have always sat at the foot of my mother and my aunties in Pancayanan while they were in a hushed huddle telling stories about El Pidio.

As I gathered he seemed to be a very rich enkanto with a golden ship that sometimes dock in a murky swamp riverway along the ricefield stretch between Pancayanan and the town of Bagamanoc.

Wed, 05/07/2008 - 17:56 — Dave
An updated version. Kindly read again!

He is really Ricardo, 21 years old. But he is Buoy to us, to me specially. He loves to sing. His voice is not exactly like Rico Puno, his favorite singer. But he sings. He sings when he tends to our carabao. He sings under the malungay tree out in the yard after dinner to lull himself to sleep. Yes he sings!

It's about time we give credit to the father of this site... I may be old, and that makes me the grandfather, that's ok. But behind the success of this site, behind the laughters, the tears, the sharing and everything that goes within this site is a silent man...

He is from Pandan and is the one who makes this site what it is today. He makes this wonderful site where Catandunganons share many things, anything and everything. He is STR and it is his birthday!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, STR!

str pwerte yo pasakalye ko ano? he he he... pag huna mo mai ko kayang mag program ninto? ay bu-oy... ha ha ha.... nasaduan taka!

I have much of less
I have the world, they have a home

they have their happiness, and i have mine
the difference is;

Below is a URL of a site containing the faces of Pandan which I have originally pasted in Catanduanes Net Association.

I have not stopped feeling in awe by these faces who made my memory of what Pandan is... a vibrant town of even more vibrant and colorful people with a very positive outlook in life. These are the people with Philippine history etched on their faces. These are the people

I heard them differently from how the rest heard them. They were lonely tunes... no, in fact, more than melancholic. They were like dirge, like the last song of the cicadas at midday... They were funeral march for the death of my hopes for the next three years...
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The father looks lovingly upon his hungry children forced to sleep by the food, or the lack of it, they had for the night. The mother glides through the small shanty, fixing threadbare clothes on gin boxes avoiding the eyes of the father lest the tears are freed. Lumps in the throat ache, wanting to get free with a loud cry... She held the tears and continued on fixing his children's clothes on boxes of gin... tears flooded anyway.

Typhoon Reming is a definite horrid event. It has deprived me of two essentials of life: light and water.

But did Reming punish me? Now... I am abivalent on the veracity of my quick ready answer "yes" to the question.

During those 2 months i learned how beautiful night is without the manmade electricity. I lived my childhood days again... realizing how bright the moon is and what a pity we have preferred to exchange its enchanting, amoric, mysterious wan light to a "bulb"! Pity.

I’m not a perfect person, no sir! I’m far from being so.

In fact, I was not the ideal son my parents and the community perceived me to be. I had my first taste of gin under the houses of friends, in the kitchen of Nang Laya, on the beach, in the “kanipaan” when I was… oh, secret! I tried smoking in the “kanipaan” too. I did them all! Did them all in secret!