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Dispatch From Coron

A text message came out of the blue today.

Kumusta na, padma? regards mula sa coron island.

And so I replied...

Good a.m. po! Kumusta na po kayo dyan? Kumusta na ang coron island?

And so I got this text dispatch from Coron Island:

Mdjo ok lang kami d2 sa coron island. Kulang nalang ikaw at ang regalo ko sa pasko. hehehe. Mdjo malaki ang improvement ng coron kaya lang mdjo talamak ang bilihan d2 ng lupa. Grabi lalo na mga pulitiko. Kung d2 ka lang dami ka masulat sa news. bigas d2 ng NFA rice 23 ang kilo. Wala ka pa mabili kc ginagawang commercial rice.

Ganun pa rin ang nangyayari kahit ancestral domain ang coron island?

Ang coron island d nila kayang galawin kc napa title na namin kaya galit mga pulitiko. Inggit sila sa coron island. Ngayon ay TTCIA name ng coron island. Tagbanua Tribe Coron Island Association. TTCIA. At registered na rin kami sa SEC. Mdjo lumaban kami kaya titulo na buong isla padma.

Buti naman. Naalala ko nung bumisita ako CADC pa lang po at hinihintay nyo pa title.

Ngayon ay certificate of ancestral domain title CADT na ang coron island. Padala mo sa kin gift ko ha!

Exchange gift tayo hehe

K ang gift ko syo iikot nalang kta pagpunta m d2 sa mgagandang lake at beach ng coron island. Sanay ka naman sa diving. Sa baracuda lake kita dadalhin. Laging pnupunthan ng mga puti araw araw kc pang diving.

That's probably one of the best gifts I'm being given this xmas! The question is, when do I get it? Soon? I wish! My gift to my Tagbanua text-pal will be traveling there ahead of me, by boat.


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