Message in a Bottle

        I was walking by the beach in Cuyo.  I remembered my friend who helped me realize how fascinating driftwood could be.  Imagine:  This piece of wood -- battered, smoothened by the seas, abode to the crab --  this could have come from china or australia, may have been part of a ship or may have saved the life of rose from titanic.  Fascinating!  So with e-messages in an e-world.  

          Messages from everywhere encourage me to maintain this site and update it whenever i can.  Read messages which have come my way.  These are messages from angels from all around the world.  Salamat sa endo!  Do view our guest book and leave a note too. 
 
November 9, 1999 

hi, edwin (or is it edong?!), 

          this was the first time i read a first hand experience of someone who volunteered for this program and can relate just as well because we did the same thing, that is, to teach high school students. 

          natutuwa ako sa panahong ibinuhos mo para makagawa na webpage na yon and i was touched with the things written there and i wish i can do the same to share experiences i had during the 2 summers i taught as a pahinungod volunteer. 

          what led me to write this letter?  wala lang... just to extend my appreciation for the time you've spent not only in creating the webpage but most importantly, for sharing your 
experiences, thoughts and hopes throught it.  i know you've made a difference in many lives during the time you were there in cuyo ... i really admire you for that! 

olive año 
 

September 1, 1999   

          This is an absolutely superb page because the content of it is meaty.  It doesn't rely on just graphics but on the message.  

          I myself is a volunteer servant working as a Youth Worker for our church.  The First Fil-Am Baptist Church and this page served to encourage me about my volunteer work.  

Thanks,  
Jhoy 
 

Dear Edong, 

          I'm writing this email from San Francisco, CA.  I stumbled to your site through peyups.com and I'm glad I did. 

          Cuyo is where my father met my mother, circa 1930s, where she voluntered to be assigned after her undergraduate course at the then Philippine Normal School.  She taught grade school math.  She told us great stories about the island and the good people she met there.  Eventually, she was transferred to Puerto Princesa and at the outbreak of WWII went back to Manila with her new family. 

          I spent a whole month in the island of Cuyo during my grade school days when my father took me there for a vacation.  I remember it as a quaint town with wonderful beaches, and you're right, very strong amihan.  I have always wanted to go back for a visit after more than 40 years of absence.  

          I enjoyed reading your experiences and I felt a certain envious feelings upon seeing the photos in the site.  Congratulations! 

Vic Villagracia 

November 5, '99  

Edong, 

Akita ko ron ang obra mong webpage.  Matinlo ingan! 

Anonong ing labas kanimong buwi?  Alipatan ko ron ang ing surat ko datung una kong e-mail.   
Napansin mo bang TH na akong mag-Cuyonon. 

Sige ron, ing pangadi ko ron lang kamo akong mga tangay na GP. 

Rhea  
 

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