Hey, bud. What's up? This must be Sonny. My long lost nephew. He was the only one I remember giving an engineering book - Structural Steel Engineering. .... I miss him a lot. I kept asking about him but nobody seems to know where he is, or maybe I was asking the wrong crowd. I can brag about him. He's one of Asingan's finest, having placed second in the national board exams for Engineers when he took the exams way back when. I heard that he was once the Dean of the College of Engineering in one of the Universities in Baguio, a position offered to him right after passing the board exams.
Ben Soloria
Chesapeake, Virginia
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Dear Manong Vic,
The pleasure is mine, really. Thank you for posting my letter.
I'm impressed with your sensitivity on the privacy issue and indeed, it is the decent way. But i dont really mind so yes, you can publish my name. Hope you dont mind rubbing off some of your fame on your new friend..
Actually, I was hoping it could help to renew my ties with old friends and classmates, which i think what the site is all about.
By the way, you are related to my science teacher, arent you? How is she now? I dont think she remembers me among her countless students over the years. But just the same, please say hello to ma'am.
Regards.
Engr. Sonny S. Espejo
Dubai Emirates, UAE
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I came across your malinak song ...can you translate and post it here? I found very few pangasinan songs, having grown up most of my years in mindanao, where native Bisayan and Moslem songs were the norm...
When i went back to pangasinan during high school years, and travelled from there to zambales usually, the music I hear in the Minibuses and Victory buses were the music of the 40's and 50's.
Now my nephew says that the staple of those buses are air supply, barry manilow and 70's music....
I love manila, but something about barrio life, the easy and silent lonely life, picturable by mango tree in a field, with the hut and the carabao nearby, the town a few kms down the dusty road, the sweet smell of burning leaves in the dusk...
I have been all over the Philippines, at least among the major towns and areas and tribes...and I have lived in them as a resident...each has its own pretty uniqueness, but a lot are in common with other towns in the philippines...
I miss home...everyday of my life... I hope Ill have the courage to let go and leave...and return to my homeland and live there...my homeland, my people...my identity...
I know Ill wake up tomorrow and forget and work again and enjoy this First world comforts... but it isnt because I dont want to go home really...I want to but I dont have the courage nor the will to leave these material things...the little that i have accumulated over time...
But I am slowly divesting myself of things... I will...and when I finally go back home, i will let you know...that I have made it.... I have gone back to my mother's lap...I have come home, to where I belong, to where I should be....to where i should have never left....30+ years ago.
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