MAY YAHUG SA KAMPANARYO----PATAY!

[kampanaryo_spy]

Yahibawo kamo na may yahug sa kampanaryo na bata, tapos yapatay?

Second cousin ini siya ni sam milby sa lacia na side {pag umangkon ko sa pag tagurha-an, sa morse na side), tapos mascot sab siya nan Tago Generals.

Dugmok an bukog, guba an ginawngan.

Kon gusto kamo nan detalye, paglaong lang kay isuwat ko an sinugdanan ug lintunganay nan tanan.

[Insomada]

Yakabati ako nan ini na balita pero an ako source dili siguro.... suicide kuno. Lumon pa baya ni Sam Milby. Uno say yahitabo K_Spy? Ay, ay, pagkadako na disgrasya. Ag sa dayon ako makadomdom nan high school kami kay mindag kami sa kampanaryo bagan kay maka 6 ako kapanik. Nan pagkahibawo ni anhi Sr Cristina impangkaisgan kami. If my memory serves me right kami yadto bagan ni Sapaalaska, Sonia Laurente, Asuncion Tajonera, Lourdes Yosorers, etc. etc.

Thanks for this news K-Spy. Balita-e kami paano yahitabo please.

[kampanaryo_spy]

dihaw suicide--- freak accident gayud.

basta insoms, kibali tourist spot kuman an kampanaryo sa tago. an taga tandag ug neighboring places mukadto kay mutan-aw sa gayud nan triangle na giwang sa kisame. ga increase sab an manimbahay kay igo da musambilaw nan kisame nan kampanaryo.

an bata, si juan gomez. kimud na anak ni balong gomez. onse anyos yaon na bata.

grabe na trahedya, basta hurot yakakita na gabuy-ad siya sa grills sa ingod nan kampanaryo, hurot yanagsuka.

kahapon an lubong.


(INA-AY PA INSOMS, PATAY NA BAYA SI SR. CRISTINA? BAGAN WARA PA KAY. IN FACT ADTO SIYA KUMAN MA ASSIGN SA SPC-DUMAGUETE TOGETHER WITH SR. JOSELINE LAZALLA. HAHAHA da-an kaw.)

[Insomada]

About Sr Cristina....Adoy pasayloa gayod!!!! Nanga sa na basta sa lang minregister sa ako alimpatakan na patay na....ga senior moment na isab ako.....basin si Sr Anie an ako buot ko ipasabot na patay na. Madayao K_Spy kon wara pa mapatay. Adoy tigulang na siguro si Sr Cristina, amo?

Sa ato pa an bata yahog gikan gayod sa atop nan kampanaryo kay may giwang sa kaha sa kisami. Ay, ay isab unoy ingkadto niya. Pagkataro na kamatayon-pagatuyoan sa niya. Ato dakan i-ampo an iya kalag.

Thanks again for this news.


insoms,

you must've been thinking of sr. annie, or even sr. peter. amuhi da gihapon si sr. crisitina, wa ma otro.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR LETTER. THERE'S NOTHING LIKE READING A SNAIL MAIL AFTER A GRUELLING DAY AT THE OFFICE. -k_spy-

[Alibangbang]

K-Spy,

How sad is this. . . My heart aches for his family. They have to endure this terrible mishap.

Amo agaw e ampo ta dakan sila...

[Alibangbang]

K-Spy/Insoms,

Hangton koman kit-an kopan pinanawan ni Sr. Cristina...diba mag unan u astan li-ug mag sunod an lawas...bugaybugay gayod. Kataw-anan yadto an personality conflict nila ni Sister Lil sa dorm.



hahahaha tinuod abb, amo gihapon yaon si sr. cristina. yahibalik siya sa tago. in fact, she was part of the last batch of SPC nuns who turned over PS to the diocese.

she seems not to age. (k_spy)

[kampanaryo_spy]

"MASCOT" FALLS DEAD FROM THE KAMPANARYO


The eleven-year old Juan Lacia Gomez was an out of school youth, a street urchin. Many predicted that he would become another Mac (Ranggan) because he was a habitue of gambling dens in Tago, doing errands in exchange for a meal or a small fee.

Juan's mother, Gloria Morse Lacia, died when he was six. Juan was the youngest of five siblings; only one them went to school. His father, Balong Gomez, being unemployed, couldn't provide them much and so Juan took to the streets and fended for himself.

Since last year, Juan associated himself with the players of the Tago Generals. By doing errands for them, he won their hearts. They took him in as their own and made him live with them at their quarters near the Gym. Soon enough, Juan was made the unofficial mascot of Tago Generals, joining them in all their games and in many instances that they were invited for dinner by Tagon-ons.

This year was no different as Juan remained the mascot of Tago Generals. In fact, he shared bed with Tago Generals' premier import, Mr. Maloloy-on of Cebu, who was stationed at the residence of Mrs. Tita Elizalde. Some of the Tago Generals handed down to Juan their jerseys which were many sizes bigger. Beaming with pride, the puny, dark-skinned Juan wore them like an armor, much to the envy of all kids his age.

The sun was at its fiercest on May 11, 2006. It was nearing two o'clock in the afternoon and Juan was sitting under the narra tree with some of the Tago Generals. From here, nobody could really tell what happened next. And so bits of deduction and conjecture were proferred in the aftermath.

After one player, Danny Salvacion, gave Juan P50, he left. Perhaps he thought of buying something, a biscuit maybe, at Myrna's store. The janitress of the convent, who was sweeping the ground, said that she saw Juan walk by, then stop to use the faucet and wash his hands and face. She continued doing her task when a few minutes later, she heard a loud thud. She ran to where the sound was coming from, and there on the pavement, at the foot of the kampanaryo, Juan lay like a rag doll---his legs caught in the grills of a flower bed and his head leaked with blood.

In reflex, she looked at the faucet, it was still running. Then she craned her neck, and up there, on the roadside wing of the kampanaryo's roof, a part of the ceiling was missing. In a corner of the roof, backdropped by a pale blue sky, was a bird's nest. She shifted back her eyes to Juan, and that was when she realized that Juan was clutching a fledgling---all wet and featherless. Few feet away, she saw the peeled off portion of the kampanaryo's ceiling.

People ran to the church. To say that Juan's body was broken was to understate things. His bones must have been totally smashed for many said his body could be folded. So limp were his legs that a torniquet had to be fitted even as he lay in state.

Juan's left foot was wrapped in cellophane just so it wouldn't fall off. Imagine a chopped pork leg that hangs by its skin and you get the picture. Bones jutted out from different parts of his body. The embalmer had to sew Juan's face and stuff wads and wads of cotton just to add dimension because his facial features were broken beyond recognition as he fell flat on his face.

Sympathy swelled. The imports, who by then had gone home, sent financial assistance. Tagon-ons helped and made Juan’s transition from here to the great beyond memorable.

He was entombed on 15 May 2006 under intense heat, but the crowd and the Tago Generals didn't mind.

The mascot had finally met his divine coach.

[Alibangbang]

K-Spy,

This is so surreal… thought I was reading excerpt straight from Stephen King’s novel….

God rest his soul.

Hala basin dayon ini may mga katingalahan na dayon ngad-on sa may kampanaryo amo? Uno adton tawag nan yaon santilmo?

[kampanaryo_spy]

abb,

perish the thought kay inbinditahan dayon nan pari, tapos an minbanaw na dugo inhalingan na, pasabot........wa nay santelmo (st. elmo's fire ngaton!)

although some have been saying na may ag kuno manitsit haw tungay dum na sa plaza.

[Insomada]

"MASCOT" FALLS DEAD FROM THE KAMPANARYO


The eleven-year old Juan Lacia Gomez was an out of school youth, a street urchin. Many predicted that he would become another Mac (Ranggan) because he was a habitue of gambling dens in Tago, doing errands in exchange for a meal or a small fee.

Juan's mother, Gloria Morse Lacia, died when he was six. Juan was the youngest of five siblings; only one them went to school. His father, Balong Gomez, being unemployed, couldn't provide them much and so Juan took to the streets and fended for himself.

Since last year, Juan associated himself with the players of the Tago Generals. By doing errands for them, he won their hearts. They took him in as their own and made him live with them at their quarters near the Gym. Soon enough, Juan was made the unofficial mascot of Tago Generals, joining them in all their games and in many instances that they were invited for dinner by Tagon-ons.

This year was no different as Juan remained the mascot of Tago Generals. In fact, he shared bed with Tago Generals' premier import, Mr. Maloloy-on of Cebu, who was stationed at the residence of Mrs. Tita Elizalde. Some of the Tago Generals handed down to Juan their jerseys which were many sizes bigger. Beaming with pride, the puny, dark-skinned Juan wore them like an armor, much to the envy of all kids his age.

The sun was at its fiercest on May 11, 2006. It was nearing two o'clock in the afternoon and Juan was sitting under the narra tree with some of the Tago Generals. From here, nobody could really tell what happened next. And so bits of deduction and conjecture were proferred in the aftermath.

After one player, Danny Salvacion, gave Juan P50, he left. Perhaps he thought of buying something, a biscuit maybe, at Myrna's store. The janitress of the convent, who was sweeping the ground, said that she saw Juan walk by, then stop to use the faucet and wash his hands and face. She continued doing her task when a few minutes later, she heard a loud thud. She ran to where the sound was coming from, and there on the pavement, at the foot of the kampanaryo, Juan lay like a rag doll---his legs caught in the grills of a flower bed and his head leaked with blood.

In reflex, she looked at the faucet, it was still running. Then she craned her neck, and up there, on the roadside wing of the kampanaryo's roof, a part of the ceiling was missing. In a corner of the roof, backdropped by a pale blue sky, was a bird's nest. She shifted back her eyes to Juan, and that was when she realized that Juan was clutching a fledgling---all wet and featherless. Few feet away, she saw the peeled off portion of the kampanaryo's ceiling.

People ran to the church. To say that Juan's body was broken was to understate things. His bones must have been totally smashed for many said his body could be folded. So limp were his legs that a torniquet had to be fitted even as he lay in state.

Juan's left foot was wrapped in cellophane just so it wouldn't fall off. Imagine a chopped pork leg that hangs by its skin and you get the picture. Bones jutted out from different parts of his body. The embalmer had to sew Juan's face and stuff wads and wads of cotton just to add dimension because his facial features were broken beyond recognition as he fell flat on his face.

Sympathy swelled. The imports, who by then had gone home, sent financial assistance. Tagon-ons helped and made Juan’s transition from here to the great beyond memorable.

He was entombed on 15 May 2006 under intense heat, but the crowd and the Tago Generals didn't mind.

The mascot had finally met his divine coach.

K_Spy,

You never stop amazing, intertaining and educating us by your literary prowess.

Suggestion and sisterly advice lagi: Set aside your nationalistic principle for now, go out of Tago, pursue a career in line with writing to maximise the use of your craft. Please don't take me negatively on this. Di ba Abbs kay sayangi gayod an talent niya.

[Alibangbang]

Insom,

Saktohi kaw. Dakon potential ni K-Spy kon mo gawas agaw siya. Pero bagan inka sabtan ko gamay an rason kon nanga mas gusto niya sa ato. Mas kinahanglan siya ngadto. Willing siya e sakripesyo an personal financial gain para lamang may mabilin sa ato na kon abogado pa "dikampanilya".

Mahilig astan madayawi siya mo suwat, nan pag published nan Freepress nan iya short story na an title "Dreams" it place Tago in the map. Diba?

Segurado ako may mga plano nan eton tao kon unhon niya na maka tabang siya na ma promote an ato lugar para lugar isab an mga tao sa ato ma sustiner nila an ila mga panginabuhi. Inday kon ga maestro pa agaw anhi? Isa yaon sa iya mga gift pag tudlo.

Segi lamang mogawas da eton para mag bakasyon, paaliwawa... bantay bantay kay mas apiki raba kamo basin kamoy iya unahon pag bisita. Andama dakan da-an an red carpet amo?

Adtoy ako post sa "Whereabout" bahin kan Binignit.

Ayoayo kamo ngaton Insoms...

[kampanaryo_spy]

insoms and abb,

thank you very, very much for the kind words and for keeping the faith in me.... as to your suggestions...i'll give it much thought, don't worry. and i appreciate the advice.

i feel humbled.

[Insomada]

May ako balitaw post nan una sa other thread telling Kampanaryo kon gusto niya magpaaliwawa ngadi kay apiki apiki da sa, madamo sa an iya sponsors.... like Abbs, ako, Sibs, Saps, etc. Min-oo gayod dayon intawon si Sibs.

Sus, kon matinood gayod, dili da kon red carpet an mosugat kan Kampanaryo kundi dakoe na Kangaroo ug an amo mahidlawon, mahinuklugon ug sincero na pagwelcome for a man wtih remarkable talent.

[Judstump]

grabehi kaw K-spy. yahimo-ot ako sa imo. pero oo yakabati ako nan yaon na balita an imo batch an ga-istorya sa ako.

[mimi]

"MASCOT" FALLS DEAD FROM THE KAMPANARYO


The eleven-year old Juan Lacia Gomez was an out of school youth, a street urchin. Many predicted that he would become another Mac (Ranggan) because he was a habitue of gambling dens in Tago, doing errands in exchange for a meal or a small fee.

Juan's mother, Gloria Morse Lacia, died when he was six. Juan was the youngest of five siblings; only one them went to school. His father, Balong Gomez, being unemployed, couldn't provide them much and so Juan took to the streets and fended for himself.

Since last year, Juan associated himself with the players of the Tago Generals. By doing errands for them, he won their hearts. They took him in as their own and made him live with them at their quarters near the Gym. Soon enough, Juan was made the unofficial mascot of Tago Generals, joining them in all their games and in many instances that they were invited for dinner by Tagon-ons.

This year was no different as Juan remained the mascot of Tago Generals. In fact, he shared bed with Tago Generals' premier import, Mr. Maloloy-on of Cebu, who was stationed at the residence of Mrs. Tita Elizalde. Some of the Tago Generals handed down to Juan their jerseys which were many sizes bigger. Beaming with pride, the puny, dark-skinned Juan wore them like an armor, much to the envy of all kids his age.

The sun was at its fiercest on May 11, 2006. It was nearing two o'clock in the afternoon and Juan was sitting under the narra tree with some of the Tago Generals. From here, nobody could really tell what happened next. And so bits of deduction and conjecture were proferred in the aftermath.

After one player, Danny Salvacion, gave Juan P50, he left. Perhaps he thought of buying something, a biscuit maybe, at Myrna's store. The janitress of the convent, who was sweeping the ground, said that she saw Juan walk by, then stop to use the faucet and wash his hands and face. She continued doing her task when a few minutes later, she heard a loud thud. She ran to where the sound was coming from, and there on the pavement, at the foot of the kampanaryo, Juan lay like a rag doll---his legs caught in the grills of a flower bed and his head leaked with blood.

In reflex, she looked at the faucet, it was still running. Then she craned her neck, and up there, on the roadside wing of the kampanaryo's roof, a part of the ceiling was missing. In a corner of the roof, backdropped by a pale blue sky, was a bird's nest. She shifted back her eyes to Juan, and that was when she realized that Juan was clutching a fledgling---all wet and featherless. Few feet away, she saw the peeled off portion of the kampanaryo's ceiling.

People ran to the church. To say that Juan's body was broken was to understate things. His bones must have been totally smashed for many said his body could be folded. So limp were his legs that a torniquet had to be fitted even as he lay in state.

Juan's left foot was wrapped in cellophane just so it wouldn't fall off. Imagine a chopped pork leg that hangs by its skin and you get the picture. Bones jutted out from different parts of his body. The embalmer had to sew Juan's face and stuff wads and wads of cotton just to add dimension because his facial features were broken beyond recognition as he fell flat on his face.

Sympathy swelled. The imports, who by then had gone home, sent financial assistance. Tagon-ons helped and made Juan’s transition from here to the great beyond memorable.

He was entombed on 15 May 2006 under intense heat, but the crowd and the Tago Generals didn't mind.

The mascot had finally met his divine coach.

sad kadayaw ini na panghitabo. pag-uli ko sa tago, hinkit-an ko pa gayud an buslot na kisame nan kampanaryo na inkahugan nan bata. waray gayud mabuhi nan yadto na kahataas. unoy lamang isab iya pagpanik ngadto. pero laong pa, if it's your time to go, amo na gayud.

spy, how is he related to sam milby? lacia sa gud iya middle name.