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on Tuesday, September 16, 2008 at 13:24 | Reply Tommy McCann

Hi. When I’m in San Roque next time, I’m wondering if I can use the internet facility in Jaliobong to keep in touch with my friends in Europe and America by email….. please clarify.

Fond regards to Miss Beltran.

love always,

-Tom McCann.
on Sunday, September 21, 2008 at 17:18 | Reply mustang

hi. musta na an jaliobong,,, heheh c tats ni montante musta sa ako mga parente dha msss u all have a good health heheh
on Tuesday, September 30, 2008 at 18:34 | Reply Dong Monterola

msta taga jaliobong? Ta nia ba ka dri London?kindly give me your no.
on Monday, October 13, 2008 at 21:20 | Reply japz

hoi tats..ahak kaw man diay na..kumusta na?
on Wednesday, January 21, 2009 at 13:44 | Reply Tommy McCann

Jaliobong is a very lovely place. I hope to see you all again when I return to my retirement home in San Roque. I love the shore of Lake Mainit. It is a paradise location. I’ll see you all soon at fiesta time, in San Roque and Jaliobong. ….. – Tommy McCann
on Thursday, February 5, 2009 at 2:57 | Reply mustang

dong monterola uman ini kaw sa england? haman dapit c tata montante n
on Thursday, February 5, 2009 at 3:04 | Reply mustang

musta taga jaliobong nia inyo kabababyan diri sa halayong lugar nag an2s sa kamingaw hehhh musta kamong tanan diha sa akong mga kaparentehan sa akong pag umangkon na nag eskuela nan kender dha an pinakagwapo sa tanan c reyrey montante sa kan kapitan latigo heheh pagdajaw kap, kay akoy imo kuntra sa sunod heheheh jokes ra btaw,,,
on Thursday, February 5, 2009 at 5:26 | Reply Tommy McCann

The fine sand down by the shore of Lake Mainit in Jaliobong is ideal for soil remineralisation.

You are not utilising your resources, you bums in Jaliobong.

That sand at the shore of the lake is a goldmine for farmers.

Ask the people of San Roque about the tomato plants that I grew in my garden, with huge big thick stems……

Yeah, but then while I was sleeping at six am in the morning, all the sneaky little cowards in San Roque came around to my garden to steal my fruit…. because that’s how they are in San Roque……….

The people of San Roque are SNEAKY LITTLE COWARDS who come like a thief in the night….. so the people of San Roque stole my fruit from my garden while I was sleeping at 6am in the morning… because that’s what these SNEAKY LITTLE COWARDS in San Roque do.
on Thursday, February 5, 2009 at 5:30 | Reply Tommy McCann

So, when I saw that these SNEAKY LITTLE COWARDS in San Roque were coming around to my house at 6am in the morning while I was sleeping, to steal my fruit, I just pulled up all my plants from my garden, and decided never to grow any more fruit in San Roque, the town of sneaky little cowards and corrupt criminals.

SAN ROQUE: THE TOWN OF SNEAKY LITTLE COWARDS AND CORRUPT CRIMINALS.
on Thursday, February 5, 2009 at 15:00 | Reply Dong Monterola

yap ini ako kuman dre. London, walking distance ra sa the largest mall in UK, WESTFIELD. my landline # 02087406566. ini ba kaw dre?
on Saturday, February 7, 2009 at 11:36 | Reply Tommy McCann

Yeah, sure. If you’re talking to me – which you may not be – Vicky is sleeping now, so I can’t get her to translate. London has changed now. I don’t want to go to London any more…although I may have to go there just for a day, to arrange certain documentation with the permission of the Philippine Embassy in London.
on Wednesday, February 11, 2009 at 16:39 | Reply yawa

heheheh musta na dha c mustang kumosta ko sa iya
on Thursday, February 12, 2009 at 6:04 | Reply Tommy McCann

Ni hea. Pog mo hon. Is amadan tu! Athnionn ciarog ciarog eile, a amandan…..
on Sunday, March 1, 2009 at 1:45 | Reply yawa

kumosta c kapitan latigo dha kon muoli ako dha ako nang kulatahon ehehhe dila ray way abod ana ,,,
on Saturday, March 14, 2009 at 9:46 | Reply Elsie Garcia
on Saturday, March 14, 2009 at 9:55 | Reply Elsie Garcia

http://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=GB&hl=en-GB&v=5w8SQtqZXPw&feature=related

ORO, SE DO BHEATHA ABHAILE

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Patrick Pearse Version

(Chorus)
Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile,
Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile,
Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile,
Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.

‘Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar,
do b’ é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibheann,
do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach,
is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh.

Chorus

Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag go duill ar sáile,
óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda,
Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill[5] ná Spáinnigh,
is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh.

Chorus

A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceam,
mura mbeam beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain,
Gráinne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch,
ag fógairt fáin ar Ghallaibh.

Chorus

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Hi. I can work out the guitar chords and sing this song at the next singing contest in Canaway or at fiesta time in San Roque. The words are very meaningful, when set in their historical context.
on Wednesday, September 16, 2009 at 21:38 | Reply Tommy McCann

Well I didn’t want to be a conversation stopper.
I love Jaliobong.
It’s a beautiful place, further south along the shore of Lake Mainit.
It’s a bit wilder than San Roque and Poblacion.

Bandit Country?
Or the Garden of Eden?
on Tuesday, November 3, 2009 at 15:46 | Reply christian limos

we love you and i mis you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
on Wednesday, November 4, 2009 at 3:41 | Reply Tommy McCann

Yeah, I like the shore of the Lake down there at Jaliobong. It’s wild and has an unspoiled natural beauty.
It could be transformed into a paradise.
I could be happy there….. as long as I have my *jug of punch* …… ha ha….
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WUgh4JuOJrg&feature=fvw

THE JUG OF PUNCH

One pleasant evening in the month of June
As I was sitting with my glass and spoon
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch
And the song he sang was the jug of punch

chorus:

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo, too-ra-loo-ra-lay
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo, too-ra-loo-ra-lay
(Last two lines of verse)

What more diversion can a man desire
Than to sit him down by a snug turf fire
Upon his knee a pretty wench
Aye, and on the table a jug of punch

chorus

Let the doctors come with all their art
They’ll make no impression upon my heart
Even the cripple forgets his hunch
When he’s snug outside of a jug of punch

chorus

And if I get drunk, well the money’s me own
And them don’t like me they can leave me alone
I’ll tune my fiddle and I’ll rosin my bow
And I’ll be welcome wherever I go

chorus

And when I’m dead and in my grave
No costly tombstone will I have
Just lay me down in my native peat
With a jug of punch at my head and feet

chorus
on Thursday, November 5, 2009 at 9:53 | Reply Tommy McCann

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WUgh4JuOJrg&feature=fvw
I want to go to Jaliobong, and live on my pension, and remineralise the soil and grow fruit in soil remineralised with sand from the shore of the Lake down there in Jaliobong…………………….. and have a dear friend who will collect *tuba* for me, and a girlfriend to take care of me with regard to personal needs. So, if we settle the problem in San Roque, can I go to Jaliobong and live on my pension with a nice young man to bring me tuba and a nice woman to give me all the love my mother never gave me?