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Snowmen.

Good to read this!

by: Rilo Kiley

Baby, You're Bad News - 1956 Damon/Elena

Dear Blog,

The Windy City of Chicago has turned into the Snowy City. And i thought the winters of Northwestern Pennsylvania was bad. Ay yay yay!

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-T.S Elliot

S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
     A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
     Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
     Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
     Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
     Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question…
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hairâ€"
[They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!"]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pinâ€"
[They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!"]
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them allâ€"
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
     So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them allâ€"
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
     And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them allâ€"
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
     And should I then presume?
     And how should I begin?

          . . . . .

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? …

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

          . . . . .

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep… tired… or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophetâ€"and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"â€"
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
     Should say: "That is not what I meant at all.
     That is not it, at all."

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floorâ€"
And this, and so much more?â€"
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
     "That is not it at all,
     That is not what I meant, at all."

          . . . . .

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculousâ€"
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old… I grow old…
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

by: Michael Ryan


After the earth finally touches the sun,
and the long explosion stops suddenly
like a heart run down,
the world might seem white and quiet
to something that watches it in the sky at night,
so something might feel small,
and feel nearly human pain.

But it won't happen again:
the long nights wasted alone, what's done
in doorways in the dark by the young,
and what could have been for some.
Think of all the lovers and the friends!
Who does not gather his portion of them
to himself. at least in his mind?

Sex eased through everyone,
even when slipping into death
as into a beloved's skin,
and prying out again to find
the body slumped, muscles slack.
and bones begun their turn to dust.
Then no one minds when one lover
holds another, like an unloaded sack.

But the truth enters at the end of life.
It enters like oxygen into every cell
and the madness it feeds there in some
is only a lucid metaphor
for something long burned to nothing,
like a star.

How do you get under your desire?
How do you peel away each desire
like ponderous clothes, one at a time,
until what's underneath is known?
We knew genitals as small things
and we were ashamed they led us around,
even if the hill where we'd lie down
was the same hill the universe unfolded upon
all night, as we watched the stars,
when for once our breathing seemed to blend.



Each time, from that sweet pressure
of hands, or the great relief of the mouth,
a person can be led out of himself
Isn't it lonely in the body?
The myth says we ooze about as spirits
until there's a body made to take us,
and only flesh is created by sex.
That's why we enter sex so relentlessly,
toward the pleasure that comes
when we push down far enough
to nudge the spirit rising to release,
and the pleasure is pleasure of pure spirit,
for a moment all together again.
So sex returns us to beginning, and we moan.



Pure sex becomes specific and concrete
in a caress of breast or slope of waist:
it flies through itself like light, it sails
on nothing like a wing, when someone's there
to be touched, when there's nothing wrong.

So the actual is touched in sex,
like a breast through cloth: the actual
rising plump and real, the mind
darting about it like a tongue.
This is where I wanted to be all along:
up in the world, in touch with myself. . .

Sex, invisible priestess of a good God,
I think without you I might just spin off.
I know there's no keeping you close,
as you flick by underneath a sentence
on a train, or transform the last thought
of an old nun, or withdraw for one moment alone.
Who tells you what to do or ties you down!

I'd give up the rest to suck your dark lips.
I'd give up the rest to fix you exact
in the universe, at the wildest edge
where there's no such thing as shape.

What a shame I am, if reaching the right person
in a dim room, sex holds itself apart
from us like an angel in an afterlife,
and, with the ideas no one has even dreamed,
it wails its odd music for pure mind.



After there's nothing,
after the big blow-up of the whole shebang,
what voice from what throat
will tell me who I am? Each throat
on which I would have quietly set my lips
will be ripped like a cheap sleeve
or blown apart like the stopped-up
barrel of a gun. What was inside them
all the time I wanted always
to rest my mouth upon?

I thought most everything
stuck dartlike in the half-dome of my brain,
and hung there like fake stars in a planetarium.
It's true that things there changed into names,
that even the people I loved were a bunch of signs,
so I felt most often alone.
This is a way to stay alive and nothing to bemoan.
We know the first time we extend an arm:
the body reaches so far for so long.
We grow and love to grow, then stop, then lie down.

I wanted to bear inside me this tender outcome.
I wanted to know if it made sex happen:
does it show up surely in touch and talk?
does it leak from the mind, as heat from the skin?
I wanted my touching intelligent, like a beautiful song.

-Lorenzo Lucino


Every morning that i depart at 8
I see you striding down about
why oh why do you wear only shorts
when winter is out now?

I understand the importance of your jog,
your body curves, sweet graces of it all,
Woman, i must be sincere and frank
wear a coat , a jacket, a sweater at least.

You think i do not notice as i am in a hurry
think not, for i observe everything
pray, please, wear a coat.

by: Lorenzo Lucino


The conundrums of secrets breaks the air
oh who wishes to retrain the mouth
for it amuses thee who recourses to frank reverie

Does it amuse you at the cost
for such defiance such deviance woes
the tears of friends the sensitivity of the heart
where dost thou recover it now?

I think the pervasive reason reclaims
for it cannot bring back what was lost again
Oh no, it cannot, you see treachery knows no forgiveness
it is the stinging truth that separates the worthy
and the weed.

by: Lorenzo Lucino




The maddening querie of the pen strokes the paper
as his jest permeates the air
a bud here, a bud there, a frank insult everywhere

A laughter that covers a plethora of reasons why
distance separates the provisions nigh
oh soft little leaves budding about recovers the reason
for his dissipated season

A column of jesters ranking his side to break and amuse
effervescent eloquence hides the demure of brooding
to laugh at substance worth denuding?
ah but to solemnly forgo the restraint, to coalesce in the night,
for anonymity pays his toll.

by: A. Lorenzo Lucino Jr.

for: Fr. Roel Lungay


To worship is the goal, to uplift the soul
to shewn His praises to the sky, Uplift them, Oh Lord
I Sing with the congregation, I sing for Glory
To inspire when they are weak, to motivate when there is no drive

But humility abounding so that there is no recourse
but to pray, worship, and provide the Eucharist
Continue to bless me Lord, your priest, your friend
So that I may sing and worship with them again

It is time for Bohol to produce another President. Carlos P. Garcia was one. It is time for another.

I believe that Governor Edgar Chatto would make a great President. He was a good representative, open to the people and always accessible. I think that he would make a great President of the Republic of the Philippines.

He has the experience, the character, and the training for such a role. He is a good man.

Chatto for President! Yes!

-Lorenzo Lucino




I sit by myself alone
as two sacs inspire expire
as sediments are digested around
All depend on my resource

They function about my beat declares
If I do not function he turns blue
He coughs about and groans too
So i must function they protest
should i not death come molest
so i must function right
no rest today or tonight

They require me from the start
they require me im the heart

Let us say, hypothetically speaking, that the 1st Philippine Republic was victorious against the American expeditionary forces to the Philippines. What if the Philippines secured its independence instead of being colonized for an additional 45 some years. What would be different? Give your view.

Participants: The 1st Philippine Republic, Katipunaneros, The Kingdom of Spain

Result: Expulsion of the Spanish colonial government, Establishment of the First Philippine Republic, Beginning of the Philippine-American War

Lasted from: 1899 - 1902

Participants In The War: The 1st Philippine Republic, The United States of America

Result: Destruction of the Philippine Revolutionary Army, Capitulation of the 1st Philippine Republic, The Philippines effectively becomes an American Colony.

I do too. Iloilo contributed alot to the independence of the Philippines, and shed many of its sons and daughters for the preservation of the Philippine Independence. The Americans massacred many innocent  Ilonggo children , women, and elderly in the pacification of Panay because Panay (Iloilo) would not bend to American Imperialism.

American bled Iloilo into total submission...

A Merry , Merry Christmas, Everyone...!


The Christmas Song ( Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire) Andrea Bocelli

Teresa "Nay Isa" Magbanua y Ferraris, "Visayan Joan of Arc", was born in Pototan, Iloilo on Oct. 13, 1868. She studied at the Colegio de San Jose in Jaro, Iloilo; in 1885, she was sent to Manila and enrolled at Colegio de Santa Rosa and then at Colegio de Santa Catalina to train as a teacher. She was a classmate of Dona Aurora Aragon, later the first lady of President Manuel Quezon of the Commonwealth. Teresa finally obtained a teacher's certificate from the Colegio de Dona Cecilia in 1894. She taught at several schools in the province of Panay. When she married Alejandro Baldero, a rich landowner from Sara, Iloilo, she gave up her teaching career to work on the farm. While on the farm, she learned the rough ways of farm life, learning how to ride a horse and fire a pistol. By then however, the Philippine revolution had started and two of her brothers had become officers in the revolutionary army.

She joined the revolutionary forces at the age of 28. In the battlefield, she bravely led men soldiers. Her unit won the battle of Sap-ong near Sara, Iloilo. The commander of the Revolutionary foces in the Visayas, General Martin Teofilo Delgado, commended her bravery and military abilities and entrusted her leadership in many military encounters throughout Panay island. Nay Isa fought the Americans in the Battle of Iloilo City on Feb. 11, 1899. No official record exists that proves Aguinaldo had promoted Magbanua to the rank of general. But her troops considered and addressed her as such. After the fall of the Filipinos' regional headquarters in Sta. Barbara, Magbanua shifted to guerrilla tactics. Her brother Elias died at age 19 from the bullet of a Filipino guide working with the Americans. In 1900, she disbanded her unit and surrendered.

Nay Isa remained childless and was widowed shortly after the outbreak of the war with the Japanese. Teresa sold all her property in Iloilo to help finance the guerrilla forces. She migrated to Mindanao and lived with her sister, Maria, in Pagadian, Zamboanga del Sur. Here she would die in August 1947 at the age of 78, with the rare distinction of having fought all of her country's colonizers.

Martin Teofilo Delgado (ABOVE) was born on Nov. 11, 1858 in Sta. Barbara, Iloilo, the second child of a rich and aristocratic Spanish mestizo family. He finished his early schooling at Sta. Barbara Parochial School. Later, he enrolled at the Seminario de San Vicente Ferrer in Jaro. For further studies, he enrolled at the Ateneo Municipal in Manila and obtained his diploma as a school teacher. After finishing his studies in Manila. he returned to his hometown and taught in a public school for some time.

Shortly after Commodore George Dewey had smashed the Spanish fleet at Manila Bay on May 1, 1898 and blockaded the capital, the hard-pressed Spanish colonial government  organized Filipino volunteer militia in the different regions of the Philippines. General Ricardo Monet, the Politico-Military Governor of Iloilo Province, appointed Martin Delgado as captain and commander of the 125-strong Voluntarios in Sta. Barbara.

Delgado and his men turned around and joined the revolution against Spain.

On Nov. 17, 1898, at the plaza of Santa Barbara, Delgado proclaimed the Provisional Revolutionary Government of the Visayas and Mindanao. He raised the Philippine flag sent by General Emilio Aguinaldo. It was the first time that the Filipino national flag was hoisted outside of Luzon Island. When the flag reached the top of the bamboo pole, the air reverberated with cries of  Viva Filipinas! Fuera España! Viva Independencia!  The band struck up the Marcha Libertador  composed by General Delgado's brother Posidio.

The provisional government was later replaced by a Politico-Military Government on Nov. 23, 1898, composed only of the Visayas, because the Visayan leaders finally preferred instead, a federal arrangement composed of --Luzon, Visayas, and Mindanao, as a logical substitute because of its indigenous elements.

With the merger on Dec. 2, 1898 of the Independent Republic of Negros and the Cantonal Government of Bohol (established in August-1898); the Panay government that included Romblon (part of Capiz), based in Iloilo was renamed Federal Republic of the Visayas, patterned after the U.S. Federal and Cantonal government of the Swiss Confederation.

On April 28, 1899 President Emilio Aguinaldo abolished the Federal Republic and appointed Delgado as the civil and military governor of  Iloilo Province under the central Philippine government. He waged guerrilla warfare against the Americans on Panay Island.  

He surrendered in Jaro, Iloilo on Feb. 2, 1901.


General Martin Delgado (SEATED, CENTER) as Governor of Iloilo Province.  Photo was taken in 1903.

Spanish field kitchen in the Philippines, 1896 or 1897

Spanish army officers in Bacoor, Cavite Province. Photo probably taken in 1897

The Spaniards,


Spanish Officers in Manila


Filipino members of the Spanish Guardia Civil. Equivalent to the Constabulary Force of the day.


Spanish Soldiers (and Filipinos in uniform) marching to the Caroline Islands.
Military Contingent


Spanish Army marching in Manila.
With banners exclaiming, "Viva Espana! Viva El Rey" (Long Live Spain, Long Live the King)


Soldiers Marching in Manila


Spanish Officers and Filipino soldiers in the Spanish Army/Guardia Civil constructing a bridge.

Members of the Royal Spanish Army, and the Filipino Guardia Civil.

The following pictures were taken by the Spanish Army, showing the Filipinos in service of His Royal Spanish Majesty's Army in the Philippines. Circa 1880s.



Filipino Infantrymen---of the Guardia Civil


Spanish-Filipino Soldiers. Members of the Royal Spanish Infantry


Filipino Officers in service of the Royal Spanish Army.


Filipino Sailors in service of the Royal Spanish Navy.


Filipino Infantrymen of the Spanish Army.

Gen. Wesley Merritt (August 13, 1898-August 29, 1898)



Gen. Elwell Otis (August 29, 1898-May 5, 1900)




Gen. Arthur MacArthur (May 5, 1900- July 4, 1901)




Gen. Adna Chaffee (July 4, 1901)

Quote from: callcenter_topmanager on December 12, 2010, 09:20:40 AM
Maybe you need to take a trip to the towns of Bohol so you can see how impoverished are the people there. And yes, Bohol is larger than other islands in the country but size does not necessarily equate to economic status.

And are the people of Wikipedia liars? Have you checked what they have about Bohol? If you are working abroad, then definitely you will not see the poor state of the people in Bohol. Let me invite you to spend a week in one of the hinterland barangays of Hanopol. After that, then you tell me Bohol is rich.

Bohol is rich. I have driven through Valencia, Dimiao, Garcia Hernandez, Guindulman, Ubay, Alicia, Candijay, Carmen, Tagbilaran etc. The province's infrastructure has improved drastically compared to what I remember when I visited Bohol some 12 years ago. The modernization of towns, the building of new markets, improvement of the local health care system, why I've seen the new provincial hospitals around the province that are being built even the increase in the province's prison system.

I would recommend you to visit Southern Leyte and parts of Mainland Leyte, which have rather poor areas as compared to as Bohol. Again, poverty is not something that is particular to Bohol, but throughout the entire country.

The issue that I'm stressing is the importance of sustainable development and realistic goals for the province in the immediate future. There is only so much government can do in regards to private service sector.

Should there be increased bilateral talks, yes, of course, but again, one has to be realistic in these processes.

Quote from: callcenter_topmanager on December 12, 2010, 09:20:40 AM
Maybe you need to take a trip to the towns of Bohol so you can see how impoverished are the people there. And yes, Bohol is larger than other islands in the country but size does not necessarily equate to economic status.

And are the people of Wikipedia liars? Have you checked what they have about Bohol? If you are working abroad, then definitely you will not see the poor state of the people in Bohol. Let me invite you to spend a week in one of the hinterland barangays of Hanopol. After that, then you tell me Bohol is rich.

I was in Bohol from July and August and drove around the entire province multiple times, let alone staying in Valencia. Having visited Cebu, Iloilo, Leyte (Southern), Metro Manila I wast able to see the disparity in large parts of Cebu , especially in Southern Leyte and parts of Iloilo. From my talks to Tagbilaran City Councilor Edie Borja and other-representatives as well as former Valencia mayor Dr. Plenio Lim, Bohol is undergoing development. I can tell you that. The province is developing, again via sustainable development. Poverty is not something that can be eradicated overnight and will be something the province and the whole country has to deal with long term.

As for Bohol, I see it continuing to develop its services sector while maintaining and investing in new agricultural techniques to increase output so as to increase the livelihood of the everyday Bolanon farmers who are not privileged with city living.

It is the responsibility of Bohol's Provincial Government maintain development, increase the service sector. We can very much learn from provinces such as Negros Oriental, whose economy is a healthy balance of agriculture, service, industry, and tourism.


Regards,
Lorenzo

another ex:

naturally caring, understanding of my feelings, French-Irish in background. She had beautiful icy green eyes. i would stare into her eyes when we talked.

we parted when she graduated. she was a great lady, truly. She had really sophisticated tastes (in wine, chocolates, art, music, languages et..)

During my medical board review, i befriended a woman (in her early 30's) and we used to review together after the Kaplan Medical Reviews. She was from Paris, France and her husband was French-Canadian. During our reviews, she wrote me a note (i discovered it after i came back from the bathroom). An invitation to visit her house when her husband was away on a business trip.

This was most sensitive for me.

I confronted her about it and asked her about the intention in that request. She responded not in words, or an explanation that I had expected, but she responded in a sensual smile that stretched from cheek to cheek.

I never entertained her request and for the duration of the study review, I would evade such discussions. 

hmmm, quite a few.

the dance itself. stunning performance by beautiful Boholanas...

Sanlahi Pangkat Mananayaw - MAZURKA BOHOLANA

Absolutely Beautiful!!


Mazurka Boholana -Visayan Folk Dance
(this is the song that is played)

The most popular Abaknon (or Capuleño to "outsiders") dance is probably the "Dos Amigos" which is one big favorite among fiestas where its performance serves as a "pasakalyi" or intermissions between scenes in a local Abaknon "komidya". There are however, many folk and traditional dances from the small island: Mazurka Capuleña,Lavezares, Kuratsa (introduced by their Waray relatives) and the Estudiantina.

The Abaknon Estudiantina is one of the three available versions of Philippine Estudiantina dances, popular in its broken Spanish name, "Estudiantina de Capuleño". The proper term should have been "La Estudiantina Capuleña". This dance is simply called Estudiantina in the other towns in Samar where it is also popular.

The dance could have derived its name from "estudiantina" which is the all-string band that plays the dance music in the many 'baylihan' during the Spanish colonial period. The estudiantina is more popular as the 'rondalla'. It is also called 'tuna' and 'murga'. In fact, in the present day Spanish world, the term used is either tuna or estudiantina.

This dance is usually performed during occasions like baptismal and birthday parties, weddings and even town fiesta. It is very popular in the town of Capul as well as in the nearby towns of Allen, Lavezares and Victoria in Northern Samar.

A notation of this dance's music and the literature is found in the book VISAYAN FOLK DANCES volume 2 by Liberatd Fajardo.


ESTUDIANTINA: Philippine Folk Dance from Samar

i like this one.


Its name is derived from the plant of the same name having a peculiar hot and aromatic smell. Female dancers hold handkerchiefs scented with the "alcamfor" (naphtalene balls) believed to induce romance. The dance came from Leyte.

An interesting feature of the dance is its music. The first part is a stately 3/4 music like the French minuet and the second part is a lively music which is actually a composition of German composer Emile Waldteufel Andre Walschaerts entitled "Marinja" (Estudiantina). The book "Philippine National Dances" simply claimed that the second part of the music is lively 'like Spanish dances'.

Philippine Folk Dance: Alcamfor

This dance is also called "Panderetas de Amor". Panderetas means "tambourines" in Spanish. This dance portarays a heavy Spanish influence. Of the two available versions of this dance, this one is more Hispanic in execution. The dance is from Manila.

Bayanihan researches in the early 1950s discovered this dance in the capital city and has been included in their Maria Clara Suite since then. The second version of the Panderetas is the Yuletide folk dance from Tanza, Ilo-ilo called "Las Panderetas". The music used in the later is a typical Visayan "daygon" similar to the pastores musics used in the pastores traditions in Bikol, Cebu, Leyte and Samar.


PANDERETAS : Philippine Folk Dance

Esperanza filipino folk dance

Kakawati

Beautiful...

Si, yo gusto! Ja voy los suenos muchachos, los suenos muchachas! hehehe

Ja voy, ja bailamos increible ! 


Philippine Folk Dance La Jota Moncadena

I like this.

Philippine Folk Dance Pantomina

Kuradang Dance in Loboc Cruise

This video is one of the many reasons why I love Bohol's culture and environmental splendors.


[HD] Bohol Philippines - Tinikling - Loboc River Cruise - Balsa Tourism Project

LOBOC RIVER CRUISE-Bohol (Kuradang dance)

Beautiful..

This dance is common in Tacloban, Leyte.


Philippine Folk dance: Kuratsa

Loboc River Intermission Cultural Dance Bohol Tagbilaran Philippines

Beautiful


Miss Ubay 2009 Candidates Introducing

The Municipality of Valencia has 2 hospitals (and the owners of these hospitals also own other hospitals in surrounding / adjacent towns)

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Dr. Lim's Clinic and Hospital
Address: Poblacion Occidental, 6306 Valencia, Bohol, Philippines


Leona O. Lim Memorial Hospital
Address: Canmanico, 6306 Valencia, Bohol, Philippines
Phone: +63 912 516 2086

Valencia is the birthplace of former Executive Secretary Juan Pajo.



First Lady and Executive Secretary Juan C. Pajo before Chief Justice of the Philippines.

Update:

(2007 Statistics)


Valencia is a 4th class municipality in the province of Bohol, Philippines. According to the 2007 census, it has a population of 28,043 people. It is on the southern coast of Bohol, from the capital Tagbilaran City.

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Dalde, Dahan, Egam, Yecyec, Bantol, Corales, Quilas, Ocio, Adiong, Asenjo, Gamos, Palma, Cagadas, Magarao, Bernaldez, Buniao, Jaromahum, Palarao, Balista, Estaca, Labonite, Montesclaros, Pajo, Reyes, Teves, Adame, Bernasor, Balatero

Elementary


Adlawan Elementary School
Anas Elementary School
Anonang Elementary School
Anoyon Elementary School
Balingasao Elementary School
Botong Elementary School
Canduao Elementary School
Cansibao Primary School
Danao Elementary School
Ginopolan Elementary School
La Victoria Elementary School
Lantang Elementary School
Limokon Primary School
Omjon Elementary School
Pangian Elementary School
Simang Elementary School
Tausion Elementary School
Taytay Elementary School
Ticum Elementary School
Valencia Central Elementary School


Secondary


Valencia National High School

Gan, Olegario, Daleon, Dango, Buslon, Namoc, Cometa, Lim, Balite, Jamodiong, Dajang, Garcia, Tagud, Cagadas, Balistoy, Cainglet, Pala, Palac, Palaca, Gamutan, Quieta, Lagare, Gocila, Baldon, Cagulada, Sales, Salise, Salvo, Sale, Galoport, Tan, Chiu.

The names of families from Valencia, Bohol will be listed here. For those who are inquiring about their ancestral link to Valencia, Bohol.

Viva Valencia!

Indeed it is a great history, a history how a fledgling little pueblo had grown due to its industry, ingenuity and the quality of hard work that is seen throughout in Valencia, and Bohol in general.

Wherever I ago, where there is a strong Valencianon community, there is usually a Fiesta organized on January. Even here in the United States, we have a Valencianon Association of the East Coast, which meets every year and hosts a  Fiesta for Valencia and in honor of Senor Santo Nino. Valencianons from all over the North East, Eastern United States come and meet up. We have visitors coming as a Michigan, Chicago, Vermont, New York, Georgia, Virginia, Maryland, even from Texas and California that meet up in New Jersey. As many as 40-50 families usually attend...

It is funny how tho all of us are dispersed around the country, every year we all try to make it to this event.

And when one attends, everyone knows everyone, the discussions are all on what is going on in Valencia Town, etc etc. It is as if one never even left the town. lol.

I love it.

1. Valencianon-style Inasal

2. Ginamos from Valencia (probably the best in Bohol)

3. Valencianon Cheesy Buko Cake

4. Kinilaw (arang lamia kaajo, especially the ones that my Lolo makes...)

If a man were to give in to the pleasures of all women
what would that make him?
a whore with no credibility

So it is in life, when a man has no anchor on things
that chooses to move from side to side
with no direction, there is no progress
but continued flutter
like a heart with a pathology
so it is in all things

If a woman were to give in to any and all advances of men
she is not a woman worth having
for she is catered to all
and saves no grace for herself
and for a beloved

So be it in things, the things worth keeping, the things worth in measure of the heart
are those that are reassured in faith, an oath that is kept

And thus i liken thee to a pledge, an oath that is kept,
sacred and beautiful that cannot be compared with the flutters of the world,
for you know what is given, what is promised, what is reassured.

Trust in that. The worth of a man who stays course is measured in breadths of the heart
and not by mere worthless words that have no meaning.

A woman who is stern in her actions and conviction
deep in her thoughts and strong in her word
Is the crown of a man's heart.
The one worth holding onto.
The one worth fighting, dying for.



-Lorenzo Lucino

Siting around , sitting to dress, sitting to ready
Walking with the reassurance in seeing you
Crossing the misty lines, the lights changing

The trek no longer pervasive, the goal in front of me
The door opens to reveal a peace and renewed conviction

Passing the cobbled stones to the sacred altar ,
prayers and benedictions occuring beside me,
the Throne of His Everlasting Throne shewn praises.

The sacred Altar of the Tabernacle before my eyes,
and the dereliction that I had before is removed at a whim,
so peace reinstated again in the soul of one who is bidden to work,
bidden to traverse the lines of saving man, for the sake of hourly dispensation
The sacred Faith renewed by the sacrifices of the Altar, where prayers rise to His Glorious Presence.



-Lorenzo Lucino

Whatever happens to you
whatever happens to me
i hope that i fall asleep
knowing that you'll always be
the story with no ending.

I was beside myself so I gave into your love
Cobble stones and dusty feet
the way it should always be

God bless the smile on your face,
God bless the seed of your grace
whatever happens to you,
whatever happens to me,
I hope that I fall asleep
knowing that you'll always be the story with no ending.


A story with no ending.

"The trouble with the rat race is that even if you win, you're still a rat." Lily Tomlin

oh man, oh man, oh man!   

The natural beauty of San Carlos City...

Bacolod Polo Club

Maria Aika Uy is flanked by Romelie Laura (second runner up) and Christine Daphne Gamboa Villanueva (first runner up, right)

Guapa Guid! 

The Beauty of Negros Occidental..

The Province of Bohol is a super-province. It is a large province.

Bohol is larger than the provinces of: Guimarras, Aklan, Antique, Southern Leyte, Siquijor, Camuigin, Romblon, and Quirino combined.

You're most welcome, Manay. hehe

Quote from: fdaray on December 11, 2010, 02:00:08 PM
Why is Bohol viewed as a poor province? I don't think so, but probably, because the land is rocky and some are barren like the chocolate hills." Batuon man jud kaajo ang juta sa Bohol ", this the remarks of our forefathers who migrated to Mindanao.

This is partially true, Mr. Daray. I have been all around Bohol and know that the soil in Bohol is quite fertile , thanks in turn to the volcanic remnants of our island, the soil in Bohol is conducive for growing not only rice, corn, potatoes, and a plethora of agrarian products; as well as raising chickens, swine etc.

The reasons why many Boholanos left for other provinces in the past was because they were fleeing Bohol during the Japanese occupation (many boholanos left for Mindanao for that reason) as well as the fact that Bohol was overpopulated. Mindanao, at the time, was largely underdeveloped (Bohol was overdeveloped and densely populated at the time, still is to this day) and thus many of them, with the help of Manila Government's provisions to develop Mindanao did set up shop, so to say, in Mindanao. There was a mass emmigration of Visayans to Mindanao (hence the large Cebuano, Ilonggo speaking communities in Mindanao). This is why there are alot of Ilonggos, Leytenos, Cebuanos, Boholanos in Mindanao. Even in General Santos, Dipolog, Cagayan De Oro, Davao etc.

Many people from Central, Eastern and Western Visayas left for Mindanao and other provinces because of the land claims to Mindanao and a chance to start a better life.

Many Boholanos that left For Mindanao did not have land in Bohol or had very little of it. They left for Mindanao to have a possible share of the land there, and to escape the overpopulation crisis in the island.

Not necessarily because Bohol is poor and the land in Bohol is poor. If that was the case, then, Bohol would not be an Agricultural Province. And it is a major agricultural province. It is one of the Bread Baskets of the Central Visayas.....




Lorenzo.

I don't believe that. Siquijor, as a province, is equivalent to two of Bohol's towns: Ubay and Inabanga.

There is no comparison. Bohol's economy being tourism and agrarian based is not a bad thing, as it focuses on constant returns and renewable resources [Sustainable Development]. Bohol is one of the bread basket provinces in the Central Visayas, and if one studies economics, in order to maintain a healthy economic cycle, one needs to appropriate its resources on a plethora of investments per se: tourism (eco-tourism, cultural / historical tourism), agriculture, fisheries, livestock, services sector (medical, technology, etc). Bohol is a wealthy province, believe it or not, as it is wealthier compared to many other provinces in Eastern, and Western Visayas. Bohol is wealthier  and is better developed compared to Southern Leyte as well as parts of Mainland Leyte, and definitely in some parts of Mindanao and Western Visayas (Aklan, Antique, and parts of Ilo-Ilo).

Bohol's conservative economy is based on our richness as a province, the province isn't direly poor as compared to other provinces in the country and trying to paint the picture of Bohol as being an impoverished province and the Boholanos a destitute people is unsubstantiated. There are wealthy Boholanos, the towns in Bohol are improving and developing with the rest of the country.

One thing about Bohol that strikes me is that she maintains a policy of sustainable development. Agriculture is the backbone of Bohol, always have been, and always will be. However, when the province develops a plenitude of fiberoptics material, and as the province modernizes its vast infrastructure, we will expect to see Bohol rise as a balanced agriculturo-service-oriented economic machine.

Do we expect Bohol to be as condensed and dirty as Cebu, which Cebu has traded for massive development? Of course not. Remember that with total industrialization, there are negative effects to this: social, enviromental, as well as political machinations can change. Bohol will develop to the best interest of the Boholano people (foreign and domestic). I for one will never trade Bohol for Cebu or any other province at that. So if ever the Philippine's looses its IT industry to other competitive nations, Bohol will not suffer drastically as it has and does enjoy a vast natural resource that many other provinces wish they could have: Fertile Land.

The beauty of our province, and what attracts Filipinos from other provinces as well as foreigners from abroad to Bohol are the province's rich environmental , ecological fauna, the quaint religious icons and structures in the province, as well as the multitude of activities in the province. Compared to many other provinces in the country as well as in surrounding Visayan provinces, Bohol is a paradise.

There is only One Inspiration for ANY Time: Jesus Christ.

Tchaikovsky, The Nutcracker, Waltz of the Flowers.

Tchaikovsky, 1812 Overture (Finale)

TCHAIKOVSKY: Serenade for Strings in C major, Op. 48

A testimony is often a way of sharing what God has done in a person's life. However, in order to have a testimony there almost always was a test through which that person had to persevere.

It is, therefore, understandable that we are told to rejoice during trials -- not because of the trials themselves, but because of the end result of the trials. In James 1:2-4, we are told, Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. In other words, we can have joy during trials, because we know that they help make us mature and complete -- they refine us into the person God wants us to be.

A few verses later (in James 1:12), we are told the reward of enduring difficult times: Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him.

The challenging events that we go through are what refine us and make us more like Christ. Indeed, 1 Peter 1:6-7 says that one of the purposes of going through grief and trials is so that our faith can grow and be proven genuine.

Therefore, a real testimony of growing in faith and becoming like Christ requires going through a test. So, instead of despising your tests and trials, look forward to your testimony; after all, you can't have a testimony without a test.

Sometimes we get so caught up in seeking God's presents that we forget all about His presence! God wants every believer to remain in His presence and have a personal relationship with Him just like you would with any other friend.

King David knew the importance of seeking God's presence and dwelling with Him. In Psalm 27:4, David writes, One thing I ask of the Lord, this is what I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord and to seek him in his temple. David set himself to seek and require one thing--God's presence.

The next two verses (Psalm 27:5-6) tell us the rewards of seeking God: For in the day of trouble He will keep me safe in His dwelling; He will hide me in the shelter of His tabernacle and set me high upon a rock. Then my head will be exalted above the enemies who surround me; at His tabernacle will I sacrifice with shouts of joy; I will sing and make music to the Lord.

The rewards of seeking God are awesome; not only will you develop a closer relationship with God, but you will also find true joy and contentment.

Psalm 16:11 says, You will fill me with joy in your presence. In other words, joy is found in God's presence--not His presents! Therefore, evaluate your life to make sure that you're seeking God, not just His gifts.

Maribojoc Sandugo 2010

Maribojoc Sandugo 2010.mpg

part 2

Atty. Gibo Teodoro's message during his visit in Bohol. (Valencia, Bohol) Part - 2

Atty. Gibo Teodoro's message during his visit in Bohol. (Valencia, Bohol) Part -1

"Kuradang" - Garcia Hernandez, Bohol

How very beautiful to hear the town hymnal of Garcia Hernandez, the sister town of Valencia, Bohol...



Garcia-Hernandez (Bohol) Town Hymn, etc...by the GH Teachers

Garcia-Hernandez, Bohol _ scenery slideshow 1

Quote from: voda on May 12, 2010, 02:57:24 PM
daghan jud gwapa sa garcia, labi na sauna..daghan jud mi.....hahahaha

hehehe daghan sa una? sure ko daghan pa karon. when i drove by Garcia Hernandez, and stopped by their cute litte market, i was able to talk and chit chat with some of the beauties there. The women from Garcia are very shy and beautiful...

 I frequented two areas to swim when I was in Valencia (i am a Valencianon), and this included Badiang and Roxas Park.

I liked Badiang because of its size and location (close to Sawang), however, I also loved Roxas Park in Garcia because of its quiet space.

There are not that many people that go to Roxas Park, thus, the pool is free and open. It is not as packed as the one in Badiang, Valencia.

Rest in Peace, Mayor Ranario...

It is important to note that even as early 1860s, the people of now present day Valencia had a strong manifest destiny to establish a political entity separate from that of Dimiao. This early devotion and love of Panangatan 'VALENCIA' survives to this day.

Valencianons are loyal to their town, and people. In the eyes of the Valencianon, there is nothing that can compare to his home town.

And this is a Fact.

It started when Dimiao was made a regular parish on January 31, 1868. The people of Panang-atan with the help of the people from two adjoining villages — Canmanico and Cutcutan petitioned Alcalde Mayor Francisco de la Torre, the “Gobernador Politico Y Militar” of Cebu, Bohol and Siquijor for the creation of Panang-atan as pueblo. The people of Dimiao, with its Spanish leaders opposed the idea. But after an ocular inspection by a party sent to the place by the incumbent alcalde mayor of Cebu, and with consultations made with the Recollect provincial in Cebu, the petition of Panang-atan was granted. Then a Recollect priest, Fray Francisco Curnago was sent to continue the Christianization of the people in the place. During his earlier stay, he rode on his horse and viewed the hills and plains of the place.

He found it to be very much alike to a town in Spain, where he originated, Valencia. Without delay, he met with the prominent natives of Panang-atan and proposed to change the name of Panang-atan to Valencia, with an assurance that he would make strong representaions for the place to be created as an independent pueblo from its mother town, Dimiao.

His proposition was received with much interest and enthusiasm by the people. Then, on September 3, 1870, a letter was received from the Ministry of Overseas Territories in Madrid, Spain informing the officials of the approval of the establishment of a new and separate parish with Senor Sto. Nino as its patron. Up until now, Panang-atan is known as the town of Valencia.

To this day, Valencia has ecclipsed Dimiao in size and in number as well as influence. Valencia is one of the richest towns in Bohol Province. The Former mayor of Valencia, Concepcion Lim, is now the Vice Governor of Bohol Province. The first Valencianon, the first female, and the first Doctor to sit as Vice Governor of Bohol Province.


VIVA VALENCIA!

Valencia-Garcia Hernandez Road, Bohol, Philippines

ang mga valencianon, mo kanta jud! hehehe

suitcase101 - Boholano (Valencia Bohol)

By: Nestor Daarol


Gibo, Chatto and Yap in Valencia, Bohol.

There is no town in Bohol, in my honest opinion, that can compare to the beauty of Valencia.

I visited Ubay, Garcia, Guindulman, Jagna, Inabanga, Lila, Loay, Loon, Dauis, Carmen, etc, still I did not find that 'spark' in those towns that I felt in Valencia.

Even when I was in Tagbilaran to visit my father's side of the family, I would always be eager to drive back to Valencia. They would want me to stay longer in Tagbilaran, but at the end of the day...i would pack up, gas my truck, and drive back to Valencia.

With my windows down, music playing, the wind in my face, passing the Pedicabs, the Buses, and by nightfall, be already in Valencia.

No place like Home.   

I love to visit the northern baranggays of Manga and Anas. I drove my Isuzu Crosswind up there to see the area, and fell in love with the quiet reverie of the bukidnon area. Its so cool and windy up there, the fresh air was nice.

Many times I took my Lolo with me as I drove to those areas. and would sit and enjoy the view. Driving up was fun, driving down the hilly and rock terrain was an experience. Luckily for us I purchased off-road tires for the Isuzu. NO problem.

The last time I really drove around Valencia was when I was 5 years old, and it was my Lolo Ciano who drove me and my cousins around in his Truck.

It was symbolic for me to be the one driving my Lolo. He said to me one time (which brought me to tears, and as a result even he cried..), "Doy sa una ako ning drive nimo, karon, tiguwang na ko, ikaw na ning drive nako..."

I love my Lolo...so much. He is the main reason why I visited the Philippines. The reason why I drove to Valencia at least 3-4 times a week when I was in Bohol. To visit and see him.

There are a plethora of reasons why I Love Valencia. So many things come to mind:

1. My family, relatives, friends.

2. My Lolo Ciano. Who said to me when he saw me with his own eyes this past July, and said it with perfect English, "I have been waiting for you...."        I love you, Lolo...

3. The livelihood of the town. There's always something to do in the morning, someone is always inquiring about something, entertainment and visitors that come knocking..lol

4. Everyone seems to know everyone. When I was in Valencia, I was amazed at the fact that tho I did not recognize many people (except my immediate family and close friends) they knew who I was, and always referred to my relation to family.

per se, when I was in the Marketplace, I went with my cousins, friends, and people and people selling material would ask, 'Doy anak ka ni Liza no? Doy, apo ka ni Nong Ciano, no?' hehehe! Or , "Doy liwat man ka sa imong papa! Doy asa naman imong mommy ug daddy? Kamusta naman imohang mga igsoon? Mo balik ba sila sa atong pinanggang Valencia?'



5. The History and the Family Relation.
per se, this summer, i attended the birthday of my Tito Jan Palaca, and also was introduced to Dr. Plenio Lim, a local doctor and a former Mayor of Valencia. He was great friends with my late Lola Nating. After asking about my studies in medicine, he asked about my family and then after a lengthy introduction, he began to tell me about my Lola. My lola was Chinese , raised in China by my Chinese great-grandfather, so Dr. Lim would tell me that "Your Lola did not know how to speak Bisaya before, only after your Lolo Mariano brought her and her brothers and sisters back here to Valencia did your Lola learn to speak Bisaya!"

He would tell me how his mother was good friends with my great-grandfather, the late Mr. Mariano Tan (TAN NGAI HE) and that my Lolo would talk to Dr. Lim's parents in Chinese kono. hehehe.

Dr. Lim made me smile in saying that, 'Your Lola was very beautiful, doy! Pure Chinese beauty...pure chinese beauty jud!' ha ha ha.


6. The Enviroment, the Location
-I just feel so at home when I drive back to Valencia. There is no explaining this sense of 'Home' when I am there.

Benediction To The Infant Jesus Christ Santo Nino





O Senor Santo Nino, you are our king and our God, we worship you. You are our strong defender, we turn to you. You are the patron of Cebu, the Philippines and the world, we come to you; You have made extraordinary wonders through your miraculous image in those chosen islands, remember us. Look down at this poor soul that comes to you for help. Lead us with Your wisdom; discipline us with your truth; console us with your tenderness, protect us with your might.

We consecrate today our thoughts of you, only with you shall they be occupied; our words, only of you shall they speak; our sufferings, that we may endure them for your sake. We beg you Senor Santo Nino, illumine our understanding, kindle our will, cleanse our body, sanctify our soul. We wish what you wish, because you wish, as you wish, as long as you wish.

Grant us, Senor Santo Nino, that we may feel love toward you, be strict toward ourselves be zealous toward our fellowmen, and rightly despise the things of the world. Help us to overcome sensuality with strict discipline, avariciousness with generosity, anger with gentleness, indolence with zealous industry. Make us wise in counsel, courageous in danger, patient in adversity, humble in prosperity.

Teach us, dear Santo Nino, how worthless is the world, how sublime is heaven, how brief is time, how long is eternity. Grant us, lastly, that we may remember you, adore you, love you and serve you here on earth that we may be happy with you forever and ever in heaven. Amen


Holy God, we praise Thy Name.
Lord of all! we bow before Thee;
All on earth Thy scepter claim,
All in heaven above adore Thee;
Infinite Thy vast domain,
Everlasting is Thy reign.
Hark! the loud celestial hymn,
Angels' choirs above are raising;
Cherubim and Seraphim
In unceasing chorus praising,
Fill the heavens with sweet accord,
Holy, Holy, Holy Lord!
Fill the heav'ns with sweet accord,
Holy, Holy, Holy Lord!

Municipal Officials
(2007-2010)





HENRIETTA L. GAN
Mayor

JORGE BUSLON
Vice Mayor

CALIXTO G. GARCIA
JUSTO I. JAMODIONG
BENJAMIN T. GAMALO
INOCENCIO D. TAGUD
ENRIQUE D. BALITE
RODRIGO C. TAGAAN
RUFINO C. PALACA
PATRICIO A. BALISTOY
Councilors

CONCEPCION O. LIM
ABC Pres.

MARY GRACE LIM
SK Chairman

Historically, Valencia was but a part of Dimiao. Now, Dimiao has been ecclipsed by Valencia. Dimiao's population is about 14,000. Valencia's is over 24,000.


Interesting tid bit.