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This is wonderful Inday Grace.

Pakarga pa kaha ang atong bunyaganon, manglaparo naman na?

Nag labad ang ulo sa santo Papa, kay nag kagobot ang mga aleman dinhi. Si Chancellor Merkel (protestant) nag komentaryo nga ,nganong gipasaylo si Bishop Williamson?  Tubag ang mga Theology professors (bear in mind that Pope Benedict is a Theology doctor  himself)sa Freiburg, that Merkel is not worth electing as a political candidate for the catholics.

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ikaw na lang bunjag kay akoy kugos!

cocroaches, too! I notice in Tagbilaran ants and termites are rampant.

Please read this and advise your friends and family! You may save others' lives!

Incident One: A little boy died because surgeons found ants in his brain! Apparently this boy fell asleep with some sweets in his mouth or with some sweet stuff beside him.

Ants soon got to him and some ants in fact crawled into his ear which somehow managed to go to his brain. When he woke up, he did not realize that ants had gone to his head.

After that, he constantly complained about itchiness around his face. His mother brought him to a doctor, but the doctor could not figure out what was wrong with him. He took an X-ray of the boy and to his horror; he found a group of live ants in his skull. Since the ants were still alive, the doctor could not operate on him because the ants were constantly moving around. The boy finally died. So please be careful when leaving food stuff near your bed or when eating in bed. This might attract ants. Most importantly,

NEVER you or your child eat sweets before going to bed. You or your child might attract ants while you are asleep.

Incident Two: Another similar incident happened in a hospital in Taiwan . This man was warded in the hospital and was constantly warned by the nurses not to leave food stuff by his bedside because there were ants about. He did not heed their advice. Ants finally got to him. His family members said that the man constantly complained about headaches. He died and a postmortem or autopsy was done on him. Doctors found a group of live ants in his head. Apparently, the ants had been eating bits of his brain. So friends, better be safe than sorry. Never leave food stuff beside your bed you when you go to sleep. 
(I got this as an email from a nurse friend in the USA.)

Yes, kay akong kinamaguwangan 26 anyos!I was 43 when I gave birth to him.

Glacier, mao ni si Chris 15 yrs old, resulta sa nasipyat nga kondom, he he he!

Inday Belle, unsa man palihug imong first name kay atong pangitaan? I pm kon dili nimo mabisto? Glacier for sure Msda Bins is a unique individual.

6 February
St. Dorothy
St. Dorothy, (i.e., the gift of God), a virgin from Caesarea in Cappadocia, allegedly suffered a martyr's death under Diocletian. Her relics are honored in a church dedicated to her honor in the Trastevere section of Rome. (On the door of St. Dorothy's Church the names of those who had not received holy Communion during Easter time used to be posted.) Her feast was introduced into the Roman calendar during the Middle Ages.
A very edifying story is related in connection with her name. As Dorothy was being led to execution because of her faith in Christ, she prayed, "I thank You, 0 Lover of souls, for having called me to Your paradise." A certain Theophilus, an official of the Roman governor, jestingly retorted, "Farewell, bride of Christ, send me apples or roses from your Bridegroom's garden of bliss." Dorothy answered, "I most certainly will."

While devoting herself to prayer during the few moments permitted before receiving the death stroke, she beheld a vision of a beautiful youth who carried three apples and three roses in a napkin. She said to him, "I implore you to take these to Theophilus." Soon the sword severed her neck, and her soul returned to God.

As Theophilus was mockingly telling his friend of Dorothy's promise, a young man stood before him holding a linen in which were wrapped three beautiful apples and three magnificent roses.

"See, the virgin Dorothy sends you these from the garden of her Bridegroom, even as she promised you." Highly astonished, for it was February and everything in nature was frozen, Theophilus received the gifts and cried out: "Truly indeed, Christ is God." And soon he too died a martyr's death for publicly confessing the faith.

Excerpted from The Church's Year of Grace, Pius Parsch.

Patron: Brewers; brides; florists; gardeners; midwives; newlyweds.

Symbols: Crowned with flowers and surrounded by stars as she kneels before the executioner; crowned with palm and flower basket; surrounded by stars; crowned; carrying a flower basket; in an orchard with the Christ-child in an apple tree; leading the Christ-child by the hand; maiden carrying a basket of fruit and flowers, especially roses; roses; veiled with flowers in her lap; veiled; holding apples from heaven on a branch; with a basket of fruit and the Christ-child riding a hobby horse; with an angel and wreath of flowers; with an angel carrying a basket of flowers.

Hallo Ultradust,

Welcome to Tubag Bohol!How do we know that you are not phony?

Manay

kining akong kinamanghoran kay bunga sa nasipyat nga kondom, sakto lagi paboroton ug testingan kon aduna bay boho!

Beautiful landscapes, things we just take for granted, but once we are outside of the country we suddenly discover our hometowns has something wonderful to offer.Thanks for sharing.

Manay

Akong nahibal-an sale ug condom buy one take 3, valentines special offer!



Love is in the air!

Hala kamo hilig ug tabok-tabok Cebu-Bohol, ajaw sakay sa MB Lunod!

I can beg to differ and say my point in a subtle way.

If the age requirements is widened, basin adunay kondom nga mapilo?

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For Gener sa tagalog ng mapilo, yung matupi.

If ever tuition fees are increased, hopefully these said institutions improve the school facilities and upgrade the salaries of its employees.

Barato tingali ang pamasahe, busa bisan karaan nga bangka, sakay lang gihapon, salamat sa Kahitas-an nga salbar tanan.

Dis-a raman ka Inday Lee, wa man ka masakop sa nilitratuhay?

Hallo Indayon,

Please do that, I would be glad to, if possible don´t  mention our Tubag Bohol Forum. God Bless.

Manay

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tan-awa palihug ang date sa akong email nila , basin moingon sila wala sila kadawat kay mahimo nako i-resent.

Prayer   

If there is no love in our home, let us first examine our prayer life. Is it faithful, is it true, is it constant, is it full, is it so real that in the silence of our hearts we can hear him speak?

The venerable Anne Catherine Emmerich, revealed that saints are particularly powerful on their feast days and should be invoked then. Ask your invocations.

February 5, 2009

St. Agatha

(d. 251?)

 

As in the case of Agnes, another virgin-martyr of the early Church, almost nothing is historically certain about this saint except that she was martyred in Sicily during the persecution of Emperor Decius in 251.
Legend has it that Agatha, like Agnes, was arrested as a Christian, tortured and sent to a house of prostitution to be mistreated. She was preserved from being violated, and was later put to death.

She is claimed as the patroness of both Palermo and Catania. The year after her death, the stilling of an eruption of Mt. Etna was attributed to her intercession. As a result, apparently, people continued to ask her prayers for protection against fire.

She is the patron saint of Firemen.

Midwifery and nursing code states that "you must demonstrate a personal and professional commitment to equality and diversity" and "you must not use your professional status to promote causes that are not related to health".'
She should adhere to this, there is on online petition on her behalf, sympathizing what she did since suspension or losing her job is imminent.

Mga Higala,

I´m not getting any feedbacks not from the email address I used. I can´t avail of Bohol Chronicle, I wished I was given some back ups, had you written the same to the Bohol Chronicle, so they  would be aware that this is not  a one man crusade.
Okay, at least you have seen the result, meaning nothing, but if there will be some irregularities, we keep our eyes wide open.

Manay

hallo Angel,

Welcome to Tubag Bohol, please be reminded that you are allowed to express your feelings but not in this manner, please reserve those invectives somewhere but not here. Sorry that this behavior is not in consonance to  your pseudonym. If I´m your mother I will die of shame.

Manay Tess

Her prayer was unsolicited, she just went on her way. You are right Belle, there some guidelines on this area.

By Andrew Alderson, Chief Reporter
Last Updated: 5:31PM GMT 01 Feb 2009

Caroline Petrie, a committed Christian, has been accused by her employers of failing to demonstrate a "personal and professional commitment to equality and diversity".

She faces disciplinary action and could lose her job over the incident.

Mrs Petrie, a married mother of two, says she has been left shocked and upset by the action taken against her.

She insists she has never forced her own religious beliefs on anyone but politely inquired if the elderly patient wanted her to pray for her â€" either in the woman's presence or after the nurse had left the patient's home.

"I simply couldn't believe that I have been suspended over this. I knew I hadn't done anything wrong. All I am trying to do is help my patients, many of whom want me to pray for them," she said.
Telegraph.com uk

But at the beginning of creation God 'made them male and female.''For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh. So they are no longer two, but one. Therefore what God has joined together, let man not separate."

When they were in the house again, the disciples asked Jesus about this. He answered, "Anyone who divorces his wife and marries another woman commits adultery against her. And if she divorces her husband and marries another man, she commits adultery."
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Salamat Gener,

I was looking this for sometime, it was topic in our religion classes, and we did have some discussions about divorce when marriage is unbearable.

Manay
Kiamoy dia ra Day!

Spanish is one of our 3 official languages, the other two is english and tagalog. We put  so much emphasis on these 2 foreign languages which left our tagalog out. It is a shame that our national tongue is not proficiently spoken nationwide.

in english tantalizing eyes or bedroom look!

If the Pope hoped to prevent a split in the Church from widening, without damaging the Vatican's fragile relations with Jews, he seems not to have reckoned with Bishop Williamson's incendiary views on the Holocaust.

Bishop Williamson, who was born in Britain, gave an interview to a Swedish television programme last November in which he disputed that six million Jews had died at the hands of the Nazis, and claimed that none had died in gas chambers.

He said: "I believe there were no gas chambers," and insisted that up to "300,000 Jews perished in Nazi concentration camps but none of them by gas chambers". BBC


Reuters

As of 4 February 2009
Vatican to Bishop Williamson: Recant

Pope Benedict XVI has reinstated four bishops from an archconservative breakaway wing of the Roman Catholic Church, a decision that is bound to stir controversy within his own flock. But Saturday's announcement that the Vatican will undo the 20-year schism between the Vatican and the so-called Lefebvrian movement is all the more sensitive because it comes only days after the broadcast of an interview in which British-born Bishop Richard Williamson, one of those Benedict is bringing back into the fold, denies that the Nazi Holocaust ever happened. CNN

Please take note that there are persons who gets skin irritations (morag kurikong). maajo kon kurikong lang, dili mapolpog.

eyes nga nag da ug,  come here!

There are sectors who are hypersensitive, this caricature from New York times is harmless. If we take so mcuh care that this special sector will not be irritated/provoked , we will not function normally, free to express our opinion.
Manay

Birthday Greetings to you Inday Loraine from Manay Tess

This was yesterday´s first reading , I want to simply share it with you;

Brothers and sisters:
Since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses,
let us rid ourselves of every burden and sin that clings to us
and persevere in running the race that lies before us
while keeping our eyes fixed on Jesus,
the leader and perfecter of faith.
For the sake of the joy that lay before him
Jesus endured the cross, despising its shame,
and has taken his seat at the right of the throne of God.
Consider how he endured such opposition from sinners,
in order that you may not grow weary and lose heart.
In your struggle against sin
you have not yet resisted to the point of shedding blood.

MR. EXPOSE
Amb. Ernesto Maceda

02/04/2009

Neda Secretary Ralph Recto has confirmed that P50 billion of the proposed stimulus package will be sourced from government financial institutions (GFIs), principally SSS and GSIS.

The misuse of trust funds of GFIs has occurred only under GMA. Recall that GSIS lent P1 billion to construct the anomalously expensive Diosdado Macapagal boulevard. Has it been repaid?

Sen. Nene Pimentel warns SSS president Romulo Neri that he could be charged criminally with malversation of SSS trust funds if he continues with the plan to release P12.5 billion of SSS funds for GMA�s economic stimulus program. The government is due to record a P200 billion deficit and is therefore, a bad debtor.

If the GSIS, SSS and other GFIs want to help stimulate the economy, the proper thing to do is to increase that loan ceilings dividend and the pensions of its members.

When Romulo Neri was suddenly appointed president of SSS, SSS employees expressed alarm that SSS funds might be misused. Those fears have now been justified.

It is right for GSIS and SSS employees and members to demand more transparency in the use of their funds. The same is true for other GFIs and government owned and controlled corporations. One top executive of a GFI spends P1 million a month in representation and miscellaneous expenses. Unbelievable but true.

Inutile. Senate President Juan Ponce Enrile called the SEC inutile. Legacy owner, Celso de los Angeles charged that BSP officials were harassing him. He admitted selling double your money bank paper. He confirmed that Speaker Prospero Nograles invested a whopping P20 million in Legacy. He admitted he was appointed the National Home Mortgage Corp. as chairman upon recommendation of Housing Czar, Vice President Noli de Castro.

De los Angeles also confirmed that the reserve fund of Legacy Consolidated Plans is only at 33 percent, part of it in a Mastercard franchise.

The BSP now says there is enough basis to charge De los Angeles for violation of banking laws. Yes, he will be charged but with his connections to the No. 2 and No. 4 men in government, he will probably escape prison.

In the meantime, 50,000 Legacy plan holders will join 300,000 plan holders of CAP and Pacific Plans in losing their money.

Senate President Johnny Ponce Enrile is correct. The SEC is inutile. Add to that, the BSP, the DoF and the GMA administration are inutile.

Well respected before appointment as SEC Chairman, Fe Barin should make an honorable exit by resigning when she admitted to the Senate that 400 SEC employees cannot supervise 60 pre-need companies. She�s inutile.

Meanwhile, GMA is enjoying herself in Switzerland, Italy, Bahrain and now is on her way to Washington. Insensitive.

Bad move. The decision to relieve Assistant Secretary Alberto Suansing as LTO head and replace him with Gen. Arturo Lomibao (ret.) is definitely not a good move.

Bert Suansing has been doing a good job in reducing corruption at LTO. Why is he being eased out? Is it because he has stepped on some powerful toes? Suansing doesn�t need a government job. He should get out of the government as a matter of self respect. Reject the LTFRB position, Bert. It�s a no win situation.

The other aspect of this musical chair is the kick up of LTFRB chairman, Tom Lantion to be undersecretary of DoTC. There has been a lot of talk of corruption at LTFRB which started during the time of Undersecretary Elena Bautista who was also kicked up. But truth to tell, LTFRB has been a center of corruption for the last 50 years. It is clear now that appointing a retired general to money making agency does not assure cleanup and reform. On the contrary, it is the other way around.

The Lantion case is another one in a long time of GMA actions to kick up erring generals instead of firing them outright. That�s one big reason our country has been named the most corrupt country in Asia.

Angry people. Mico Esquivel, son of MMDA executive Roberto Esquivel, suffered five gunshot wounds in an ambush in San Pedro, Laguna but he is still alive. It is his driver, Johnny Abgay, who was killed. An urban liquidation squad named Partisano claimed responsibility for the ambush, even saying Bobby Esquivel has committed crimes against the people for which he should be executed. At a time when thousands of people are losing jobs and impoverished, turning to be street vendors is the only alternative. There should be a relaxation of strict regulation against street vendors. MMDA Chairman Bayani Fernando and Manila Mayor Alfredo Lim should pull back on their �remove the vendors policy.� After all, they also pay license fees to the nearby market masters. Even in New York and Hong Kong you see vendors in the streets.

One big sin of Bayani Fernando and Roberto Esquivel is the unnecessary confiscation of the bilaos and carts of vendors. That�s tantamount to stealing because MMDA employees appropriated the goods for themselves. The vendors are very angry because of these confiscations.

In these times of extreme economic crisis, live and let live and do not drive the hungry Filipino to desperation and a desire to kill.

Not here. Tom Daschle, a former Senate Majority leader, now up for confirmation as Health and Human Services secretary is being questioned for the use of a car and driver lent by a friend for three years without declaring it as part of his income and paying taxes. In our Commission on Appointments, no one has been seriously questioned on his tax returns. GMA�s Cabinet members, GFI executives and generals should release their tax returns and Statements of Assets and Liabilities. Many of them have been gifted with expensive cars from businessmen. Cement, steel bars, narra wood and furniture for their new houses are also donated to them. Ask Ramon Ang of Northern Cement.

Tidbits. Neda Secretary Ralph Recto projects a job loss of 800,000 jobs, almost triple the 300,000 projected by DoLE Secretary Marianito Roque... Fake anti-diabetes drugs have caused deaths in China... The Chief of Police of Bansalan, Davao del Sur, Insp. Emelex Mabalor, PO3 Ruel Sales and PO3 Bernie Luis Homal, were killed in an NPA ambush in Barangay Managa... The NPAs also killed SPO2 Nelson Encinares in an ambush in Irosin, Sorsogon... NPA rebels killed PFC Hobert Pareja and wounded 2 other soldiers in an ambush in Pantabangan, Nueva Ecija... The NPAs burned a passenger bus in Calabanga, Camarines Sur for failure to pay �revolutionary tax...� Yes, the NPAs are attacking all over the country...

This is one of the things considered by the Germans why they prefer Bohol.

Self-control   

How often we say, "I wish I hadn't seen that thing," yet we do little to overcome the desire to see everything.

Inday Kiamoy, sa Palawan taas ang incidence sa Malaria, pagbantay! Dili ka maigo sa Ebola apan sa malaria.

Take a look at all the colors, it peps  your moods

Well done Macky boy!  Makalingaw, unsa man ang imong gigamit nga software?

Manay

She is pretty! What are her best attributes? Maantigo ni mag bongay? As a comedienne, mokaon ni ug manok buhi?

Manay

St Blaise blessings, every 3rd of February. I wonder why is not practiced in Pinas?

The priest prays;
Der allmächtige Gott schenke dir Gesundheit und Heil. Er segne dich auf die Fürsprache des heiligen Blasius durch Christus, unsern Herrn.

May the Almighty God gives you health and preserves you. He grants you this blessings  thru the intercession of St Blaise through, Christ our Lord , Amen.

This is good, girls are daring nowadays, if it is possible to lend the "matris" aron laki pod ang mobontis, adto itong-tong sa likod! In the near future maybe.

Hallo Kit,

I would like to help you if I could, but in this request something is missing which we call some sort of civility like using the word please or palihug. Remember this next time please?

Manay Tess

Hey that looks great, power woman jud ka Inday Belle!

Now I know that Glacier is outside Pinas, unsa man wa ko kaayo masayod sa uban kay adunay pseudo names.

I came in Europe 1981, we landed first in Zurich Switzerland. The snow was 4 m high and there was a deer in the side of the runway.We  proceeded to Dusseldorf Germany.
It was very cold but my in-laws were great.
I missed my friends and officemates in Davao City especially the radiodramas.
I was not able to adjust to potatos, i get stomach ache, especiall creams, tarts and cheese.
I enrolled myself to learn the German language.
After two years of marriage I got my divorce; cause is alcohol abuse of my ex-husband RIP, he died after that he was barely 33.
The rest is struggle, struggle and struggle.

Manay

Strong odor?

A strong presence can not be cultivated or developed, it is intrinsic in a person. My example to this is Penelope Cruz, Eva Mendez, or Alma Moreno. Your beauty belongs to this. ( Ajaw lanay bot-bot Belle!)

Pink

Choosing Pink as a Favourite Colour

Everyone loves to be loved, but if you tend to choose pink as your favourite colour it often shows a craving for love. This can be a need to increase your own self-love or a need to attract love from others. Perhaps those around you have not been as affectionate, caring or attentive as you want them to be. You need to feel wanted, cherished and most of all loved, to be the best person you can be.
Gikan kini sa Google Inday Grace.

Red

Red is a very common color and signifies passion and power. It falls in the far end of the visible spectrum and therefore can agitate in large amounts for long periods of time. It loses its power in the light shades for rose and pink and takes on a sweet, feminine persona.


Matador in red attire



A Red rose

Orange

It is associated with autumn and therefore the end of a season. It currently is enjoying an up trend in fashion, but that usually doesn't last long. It is homey and can be exciting in its brighter shades and is traditional in the terra cotta shades. Peach and tangerine shades are more feminine than the deeper rust shades.

Autumn in Toronto

Yellow

Yell for Yellow:  Bright yellow is the most visible and eye catching color, and it is a perfect background for black copy. It is a warm, sunny, exciting color and is connected with youth, vibrancy and outgoing personalities. It is a major component in fast food signage, along with orange and red because it excites and expresses speed. Yellow combined with white loses its impact and is good in large amounts due to its brightness.

Green

Green, the Color of Money:  Green is often connected with the memory of green grass and trees; it is the color of new growth, health and vitality. Green as a color denotes friendship and conversation. Banks use green because it is comforting while at the same time it reminds us of money. It can be a high end green such as forest green or a jazzy green such as lime. Bright greens can catch the eye but they do not convey the idea of quality and value, stick to dark green for that reaction

Utrecht Forest

Dollar bills as toilet paper

Colors affects our moods;
Blue
We are often reminded of tranquility when we see blue, as it is representative of blue skies and calm blue waters. Human beings are drawn to water as a primordial instinct—we need it to live and it makes up a large part of our matter and being. When asked to think of a place that comforts and relaxes us most people will say an ocean or lake view, a waterfall or a clear sunny day—all with the color blue in common. Blue is also one of the first colors we see as infants and on the side of physics, blue is on the low end of the visible spectrum and therefore less jarring. Blue comes in many forms from red side blues that include periwinkles and cobalt blues to deep midnight blue, navy, sky and baby blue. The green side of blue includes aquas and peacock blues.


Bright blues are eye catching and make an impact. They make good backgrounds for white copy; light and soft blues are good backgrounds for black copy. Subdued blues, such as navy and dusty blue, are more serious and trustworthy.

It has been found that blue can decrease the heart rate and have a calming effect, but once again, only in moderation. Overexposure showed to have the opposite effect.

Some color studies have shown that blue/green makes you eat slower while yellow/orange/red makes you eat faster and more. (Ever notice the colors inside a fast food restaurant?)

As far as personality types and their optimal environmental colors, studies have shown that extroverts do better surrounded by brighter colors and monochromatic colors tend to agitate them. The opposite was found true for introverts.

Along the same line, some have concluded that the combination black-red can provoke aggression, black-yellow self-destructive choices, black-green egocentric behavior, and that black-white can precipitate neurotic decisions. (This particular study was done for a large store chain looking to curb shoplifting via color influence by use of interior design.)

Certain mental and emotional states manifest in vibrations causing particular auric astral colors, so do we find that the presence of certain colors on the physical plane will have a decided psychic effect upon the mental and emotional states of individuals subject to their influence.
We appreciate color in our surroundings, such as the appreciation of a blue sky, a grassy knoll or a garden full of colorful blooms. Most of us are sensitive to the color we wear; although many wives claim their husbands are color blind. We are affected by colors in our personal environments but often do not understand why we dislike or feel uncomfortable in one room and feel relaxed and contemplative in another. Color plays a very important role in our lives and the right color for your environment is absolutely crucial.



Are you color sensitive? What are your favorite colors?



Influence of Color By Pat Verlodt

Total Surrender   

Just think of almighty God in the womb of Mary, locked in. He had to cling helplessly to his mother. This was the total surrender of Christ.

Lindy, imagine this, you are a poor parent and in your arms is a very sick child. You go to the hospital and would be denied of services since your card is not recognized?
Mag hoot imong ginhawa Doy.

Belle, Wala ka masayod nga sa imong pictures, since I have not met you personally, you have presence! I am sure you have a very strong personality.

Pastilan, due to this bureaucratic entanglement of our public servants/officials politicians or whoever is responsible for this, the poor as always are disadvantaged and marginalized. Where is justice?

If articles or pictures are not your own and not commercialized it is proper to mention the source, or else we call it plagiarism.

It is obvious nowadays that girls could compete with boys in terms of toma-an, is this a sign that our Bol-anon society is slowly getting emancipated?

Tua na! Nilutaw napod ang reyna sa usyosera

Ginger, sunda kadtong pose ni Inday Madonna! Unya ang imong maniniyot si Inday Belle, atong ipasubasta sa Ebay!

Now I know that Inday Belle, is taking time off,  to hone her talents in photography, basin ma professional na siya nga Maniniyot! Kodakiko Belle, please?

Mike, I highly respect you as a young man with principles. This Forum has done a lot for us, Bol-anons far-away and at home. 
I,  for one would not be happy if there are transgressions here which might implicate your name in a bad light.
Akong pahinomdoman kamo nga kaigso-onan sa Tubag Bohol Forum, ayaw intawon hatagi si Ondoy Mike ug butang nga ika-ulaw sa iyang ngalan kay kamo nasayod Tubag Bohol equals Mike Ligalig. Atong ampingan ang iyang dongog, busa magtinag danay kita isip nga mga igsoon.
Patoo ma naho!
Manay Tess

kung usa ra ka tuig, does it really make a difference?
ang kalidad, adto na gyud unta magsugod sa ubos
nga ang-ang nga pagtoon


Glacier imo ning nga komentar, sakto ka ni-ini!
The quality of education starts from the basic,  that means at home, then we have our elementary, high school and so on.
Assuming we have very qualified teachers, the rooms are congested. The number of students are too much to handle causing so much stress for students and teacher.

I´m not a technical freak, so I use a simple Sony with 8 mega pixels, if I want to focus on a face,i-sentro nako sa ilong, kon whole body, sa tiyan. Kon panorama, sa maapas lang sa kong camera.I usually make candid shots. My camera is old but makes wonderful pictures and it is very easy to use.

Young people like you should try to enjoy life. During my youngers years we were full of hopes but the news was not better. Domino effect, rise of communism, cold war and later on martial law where social injustice was rampant.
These should not dampern your carefree spirit. Stay positive and the best is still  to come.
Cheers., Manay

Salamat jamo sa inyong mga manindot nga dagway, puro mga malipayon nga Bol-anon, gimaayo pag-abi abi ni Senior David.

Gilaliman nga adunay pay magnum size nga champagne (circa 15-2 liters).  You are wonderful guy, Ondoy. God bless! Unsa T-shirt nga orange? Oranje?

This is the official color representing the Royal family of the Netherlands.


Manay

Inday Angie, sa Vancouver ang winter Olympics next year, yehey, take personal pictures and show it to us here, okay?

Manay

Panimba kining adlawa ug pabendiyoni ang kandila, kini inyong dagkitan kon adunay linog, bagyo ang lain pang dautan nga panahon.

The Feast of the Presentation of Jesus at the Temple celebrates an early episode in the life of Jesus, and falls on or around 2 February. In the Roman Catholic Church, the Presentation is the fourth Joyful Mystery of the Rosary. In the Eastern Orthodox Church, it is one of the twelve Great Feasts, and is sometimes called Hypapante (lit., 'Meeting'). Other traditional names include Candlemas, the Feast of the Purification of the Virgin, and the Meeting of the Lord. In many Western liturgical churches, Vespers (or Compline) on the Feast of the Presentation marks the end of the Epiphany season. In the Church of England, the Presentation of Christ in the Temple is a Principal Feast celebrated either on 2 February or on the Sunday between 28 January and 3 February.

Candlemas
Candles

Candlemas commemorates the ritual purification of Mary, 40 days after the birth of her son Jesus. This day also marks the ritual presentation of the baby Jesus to God in the Temple at Jerusalem.

The Gospel of Luke says that Jesus was met by Anna and Simeon. Simeon held the baby Jesus and called him a Light to the World.

Ritual purification stems back to a Jewish tradition that women were considered unclean after the birth of a child. For 40 days for a boy, and 60 days for a girl, women weren't allowed to worship in the temple. At the end of this time, women were brought to the Temple or Synagogue to be purified. After the ceremony women were allowed to take part in religious services again.

The festival is called Candlemas beacuse this was the day that all the Church's candles for the year were blessed.

On Candlemas night, many people place lighted candles in their windows at home.

Like some other Christian festivals, Candlemas draws some of its elements from Paganism.

In pre-Christian times, it was the festival of light. This ancient festival marked the mid point of winter, half way between the winter solstice (shortest day) and the spring equinox.

Some people lit candles to scare away evil spirits on the dark winter nights.

People believed that Candlemas predicted the weather for the rest of the winter.

    If Candlemas Day be fair and bright
    Winter will have another fight.
    If Candlemas Day brings cloud and rain,
    Winter won't come again. Traditional

For some people, different superstitions surround this festival. For instance, if a candle drips on one side when carried in church on Candlemas, this denotes a death of a family member during the year.

If someone brings snowdrops into the house on Candlemas day it symbolises a parting or death.

Any Christmas decorations not taken down by Twelfth Night (January 5th) should be left up until Candlemas Day and then taken down.

Iconography, Blaise is often shown with the instruments of his martyrdom, iron combs. He blessed throats and made many miracles come into action. The similarity of these instruments of torture to wool combs led to his adoption as the patron saint of wool combers in particular, and the wool trade in general. He may also be depicted with crossed candles. Such crossed candles (left unlighted for safety reasons) are used for the blessing of throats on the feast day of St. Blaise, which falls on February 3, the day after Candlemas on the Catholic calendar of saints, Blaise is traditionally believed to intercede in cases of throat illnesses, especially for fish-bones stuck in the throat. The blessing is: "Per intercessionem Sancti Blasii liberet te Deus a malo gutteris et a quovis alio malo." (May God at the intercession of Saint Blaise preserve you from throat troubles and every other evil).This blessing is done every 3rd of February

"Anything else?"

"Warn them against idleness. Because of idleness David fell into sin. Tell them to keep busy at all times, because the devil will not then have a chance to tempt them."

I bowed my head and promised. Faint with dismay, I could only mutter, "Thanks for having been so good to me. Now, please lead me out of here."

"All right, then, come with me." Encouragingly he took my hand and held me up because I could hardly stand on my feet. Leaving that hall, in no time at all we retraced our steps through that horrible courtyard and the long corridor. But as soon as we stepped across the last bronze portal, he turned to me and said, "Now that you have seen what others suffer, you too must experience a touch of Hell."

"No, no!" I cried in terror.

He insisted, but I kept refusing.

"Do not be afraid," he told me; "just try it. Touch this wall."

I could not muster enough courage and tried to get away, but he held me back. "Try it," he insisted. Gripping my arm firmly, he pulled me to the wall. "Only one touch," he cornmanded, "so that you may say you have both seen and touched the walls of eternal suffering and that you may understand what the last wall must be like if the first is so unendurable. Look at this wall!" I did intently. It seemed incredibly thick. "There are a thousand walls between this and the real fire of Hell," my guide continued. "A thousand walls encompass it, each a thousand measures thick and equally distant from the next one. Each measure is a thousand miles. This wall therefore is millions and millions of miles from Hell's real fire. It is just a remote rim of Hell itself."

When he said this, I instinctively pulled back, but he seized my hand, forced it open, and pressed it against the first of the thousand walls. The sensation was so utterly excruciating that I leaped back with a scream and found myself sitting up in bed. My hand was stinging and I kept rubbing it to ease the pain. When I got up this morning I noticed that it was swollen. Having my hand pressed against the wall, though only in a dream, felt so real that, later, the skin of my palm peeled off.

Bear in mind that I have tried not to frighten you very much, and so I have not described these things in all their horror as I saw them and as they impressed me. We know that Our Lord always portrayed Hell in symbols because, had He described it as it really is, we would not have understood Him. No mortal can comprehend these things. The Lord knows them and He reveals them to whomever He wills. [END]

"When they recall the happy lot of their good companions," he replied, "they are obliged to admit: "We fools esteemed their life madness, and their end without honour. Behold, how they are numbered among the children of God, and their lot is among the saints. Therefore we have erred from the way of truth, and the light of justice hath not shined unto us, and the sun of understanding hath not risen upon us." (Wisdom 5:4-6) "We wearied ourselves in the way of iniquity and destruction, and have walked through hard ways, but the way of the Lord we have not known. What hath pride profited us ? or what advantage hath the boasting of riches brought us ? All those things are passed away like a shadow." (Wisdom 5: 7-9)

"Here time is no more. Here is only eternity."

While I viewed the condition of many of my boys in utter terror, a thought suddenly struck me. "How can these boys be damned?" I asked. "Last night they were still alive at the Oratory!"

"The boys you see here," he answered, "are all dead to God's grace. Were they to die now or persist in their evil ways, they would be damned. But we are wasting time. Let us go on."

He led me away and we went down through a corridor into a lower cavern, at whose entrance I read: "Their worm shall not die, and their fire shall not be quenched." (Isaias 66: 24) "He will give fire, and worms into their flesh, and they may burn and may feel forever." (Judith 16: 21)

Here one could see how atrocious was the remorse of those who had been pupils in our schools. What a torment was their, to remember each unforgiven sin and its just punishment, the countless, even extraordinary means they had had to mend their ways, persevere in virtue, and earn paradise, and their lack of response to the many favors promised and bestowed by the Virgin Mary. What a torture to think that they couId have been saved so easily, yet now are irredeemably lost, and to remember the many good resolutions made and never kept. Hell is indeed paved with good intentions!

In this lower cavern I again saw those Oratory boys who had fallen into the fiery furnace. Some are listening to me right now; others are former pupils or even strangers to me. I drew closer to them and noticed that they were all covered with worms and vermin which gnawed at their vitals, hearts, eyes, hands, legs, and entire bodies so ferociously as to defy description. Helpless and motionless, they were a prey to every kind of torment. Hoping I might be able to speak with them or to hear something from them, I drew even closer but no one spoke or even looked at me. I then asked my guide why, and he explained that the damned are totally deprived of freedom. Each must fully endure his own punishment, with absolutely no reprieve whatever. "And now," he added, "you too must enter that cavern."

"Oh, no!" I objected in terror. "Before going to Hell, one has to be judged. I have not been judged yet, and so I will not go to Hell!"

"Listen," he said, "what would you rather do: visit Hell and save your boys, or stay outside and leave them in agony?"

For a moment I was struck speechless. "Of course I love my boys and wish to save them all," I replied, "but isn't there some other way out?"

"Yes, there is a way," he went on, "provided you do all you can."

I breathed more easily and instantly said to myself, I don't mind slaving if I can rescue these beloved sons of mine from such torments.

"Come inside then," my friend went on, "and see how our good, almighty God lovingly provides a thousand means for guiding your boys to penance and saving them from everlasting death."

Taking my hand, he led me into the cave. As I stepped in, I found myself suddenly transported into a magnificent hall whose curtained glass doors concealed more entrances.

Above one of them I read this inscription: The Sixth Commandment. Pointing to it, my guide exclaimed, "Transgressions of this commandment caused the eternal ruin of many boys."

"Didn't they go to confession?"

"They did, but they either omitted or insufficiently confessed the sins against the beautiful virtue of purity, saying for instance that they had committed such sins two or three times when it was four or five. Other boys may have fallen into that sin but once in their childhood, and, through shame, never confessed it or did so insufficiently. Others were not truly sorry or sincere in their resolve to avoid it in the future. There were even some who, rather than examine their conscience, spent their time trying to figure out how best to deceive their confessor. Anyone dying in this frame of mind chooses to be among the damned, and so he is doomed for all eternity. Only those who die truly repentant shall be eternally happy. Now do you want to see why our merciful God brought you here?" He lifted the curtain and I saw a group of Oratory boys -- all known to me -- who were there because of this sin. Among them were some whose conduct seems to be good.

"Now you will surely let me take down their names so that I may warn them individually," I exclaimed. "Then what do you suggest I tell them?"

"Always preach against immodesty. A generic warning will suffice. Bear in mind that even if you did admonish them individually, they would promise, but not always in earnest. For a firm resolution, one needs God's grace which will not be denied to your boys if they pray. God manifests His power especially by being merciful and forgiving. On your part, pray and make sacrifices. As for the boys, let them listen to your admonitions and consult their conscience. It will tell them what to do."

We spent the next half hour discussing the requisites of a good confession. Afterward, my guide several times exclaimed in a loud voice, "Avertere! Avertere!"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Change life! "

Perplexed, I bowed my head and made as if to withdraw, but he held me back.

"You haven't seen everything yet," he explained.

He turned and lifted another curtain bearing this inscription: "They who would become rich, fall into temptation, and to the snare of the devil." (1 Timothy 6: 9) (Note: would become rich: wish to become rich, seek riches, set their heart and affections toward riches.)

"This does not apply to my boys! I countered, "because they are as poor as I am. We are not rich and do not want to be. We give it no thought."

As the curtain was lifted, however, I saw a group of boys, all known to me. They were in pain, like those I had seen before. Pointing to them, my guide remarked, "As you see, the inscription does apply to your boys."

"But how?" I asked.

"Well," he said, "some boys are so attached to material possessions that their love of God is lessened. Thus they sin against charity, piety, and meekness. Even the mere desire of riches can corrupt the heart, especially if such a desire leads to injustice. Your boys are poor, but remember that greed and idleness are bad counselors. One of your boys committed substantial thefts in his native town, and though he could make restitution, he gives it not a thought. There are others who try to break into the pantry or the prefect's or economer's office; those who rummage in their companions' trunks for food, money, or possessions; those who steal stationery and books...."

After naming these boys and others as well, he continued, "Some are here for having stolen clothes, linen, blankets, and coats from the Oratory wardrobe in order to send them home to their families; others for willful, serious damage; others, yet, for not having given back what they had borrowed or for having kept sums of money they were supposed to hand over to the superior. Now that you know who these boys are," he concluded, "admonish them. Tell them to curb all vain, harmful desires, to obey God's law and to safeguard their reputation jealously lest greed lead them to greater excesses and plunge them into sorrow, death, and damnation."

I couldn't understand why such dreadful punishments should be meted out for infractions that boys thought so little of, but my guide shook me out of my thoughts by saying: "Recall what you were told when you saw those spoiled grapes on the wine." With these words he lifted another curtain which hid many of our Oratory boys, all of whom I recognized instantly. The inscription on the curtain read: The root of all evils.

"Do you know what that means?" he asked me immediately.

"What sin does that refer to?"

"Pride?"

"No!"

"And yet I have always heard that pride is the root of all evil."

"It is, generally speaking, but, specifically, do you know what led Adam and Eve to commit the first sin for which they were driven away from their earthly paradise?"

"Disobedience?"

"Exactly! Disobedience is the root of all evil."

"What shall I tell my boys about it?"

"Listen carefully: the boys you see here are those who prepare such a tragic end for themselves by being disobedient. So-and-so and so-and-so, who you think went to bed, leave the dormitory later in the night to roam about the playground, and, contrary to orders, they stray into dangerous areas and up scaffolds, endangering even their lives. Others go to church, but, ignoring recommendations, they misbehave; instead of praying, they daydream or cause a disturbance. There are also those who make themselves comfortable so as to doze off during church services, and those who only make believe they are going to church. Woe to those who neglect prayer! He who does not pray dooms himself to perdition. Some are here because, instead of singing hymns or saying the Little Office of the Blessed Virgin, they read frivolous or -- worse yet -- forbidden books." He then went on mentioning other serious breaches of discipline.

When he was done, I was deeply moved.

"May I mention all these things to my boys?" I asked, looking at him straight in the eye.

"Yes, you may tell them whatever you remember."

"What advice shall I give them to safeguard them from such a tragedy?"

"Keep telling them that by obeying God, the Church, their parents, and their superiors, even in little things, they will be saved."

Looking even more closely, I spotted knives among the traps. A providential hand had put them there for cutting oneself free. The bigger ones, symbolizing meditation, were for use against the trap of pride; others, not quite as big, symbolized spiritual reading well made. There were also two swords representing devotion to the Blessed Sacrament, especially through frequent Holy Communion, and to the Blessed Virgin. There was also a hammer symbolizing confession, and other knives signifying devotion to Saint Joseph, to Saint Aloysius, and to other Saints. By these means quite a few boys were able to free themselves or evade capture.

Indeed I saw some lads walking safely through all those traps, either by good timing before the trap sprung on them or by making it slip off them if they got caught.

When my guide was satisfied that I had observed everything, he made me continue along that rose-hedged road, but the farther we went the scarcer the roses became. Long thorns began to show up, and soon the roses were no more. The hedges became sun-scorched, leafless, and thorn-studded. Withered branches torn from the bushes lay criss-crossed along the roadbed, littering it with thorns and making it impassable. We had come now to a gulch whose steep sides hid what lay beyond. The road, still sloping downward, was becoming ever more horrid, rutted, guttered, and bristling with rocks and boulders. I lost track of all my boys, most of whom had left this treacherous road for other paths.

I kept going, but the farther I advanced, the more arduous and steep became the descent, so that I tumbled and fell several times, lying prostrate until I could catch my breath. Now and then my guide supported me or helped me to rise. At every step my joints seemed to give way, and I thought my shinbones would snap. Panting, I said to my guide, "My good fellow, my legs won't carry me another step. I just can't go any farther." He did not answer but continued walking. Taking heart, I followed until, seeing me soaked in perspiration and thoroughly exhausted, he led me to a little clearing alongside the road. I sat down, took a deep breath, and felt a little better. From my resting place, the road I had already traveled looked very steep, jagged, and strewn with loose stones, but what lay ahead seemed so much worse that I closed my eyes in horror.

"Let's go back," I pleaded. "If we go any farther, how shall we ever get back to the Oratory? I will never make it up this slope."

"Now that we have come so far, do you want me to leave you here?" my guide sternly asked.

At this threat, I wailed, "How can I survive without your help?"

"Then follow me."

We continued our descent, the road now becoming so frightfully steep that it was almost impossible to stand erect. And then, at the bottom of this precipice, at the entrance of a dark valley, an enormous building loomed into sight, its towering portal, tightly locked, facing our road. When I finally got to the bottom, I became smothered by a suffocating heat, while a greasy, green-tinted smoke lit by flashes of scarlet flames rose from behind those enormous walls which loomed higher than mountains.

"Where are we? What is this?" I asked my guide.

"Read the inscription on that portal and you will know."

I looked up and read these words: "The place of no reprieve." I realized that we were at the gates of Hell. The guide led me all around this horrible place. At regular distance bronze portals like the first overlooked precipitous descents; on each was an inscription, such as: "Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, which was prepared for the devil and his angels." (Matthew 25: 41) "Every tree that yielded not good fruit, shall be cut down, and shall be cast into the the fire." (Matthew 7: 19)

I tried to copy them into my notebook, but my guide restrained me: "There is no need. You have them all in Holy Scripture. You even have some of them inscribed in your porticoes."

At such a sight I wanted to turn back and return to the Oratory. As a matter of fact, I did start back, but my guide ignored my attempt. After trudging through a steep, never-ending ravine, we again came to the foot of the precipice facing the first portal. Suddenly the guide turned to me. Upset and startled, he motioned to me to step aside. "Look!" he said.

I looked up in terror and saw in the distance someone racing down the path at an uncontrollable speed. I kept my eyes on him, trying to identify him, and as he got closer, I recognized him as one of my boys. His disheveled hair was partly standing upright on his head and partly tossed back by the wind. His arms were outstretched as though he were thrashing the water in an attempt to stay afloat. He wanted to stop, but could not. Tripping on the protruding stones, he kept falling even faster. "Let's help him, let's stop him," I shouted, holding out my hands in a vain effort to restrain him.

"Leave him alone," the guide replied.

"Why?"

"Don't you know how terrible God's vengeance is? Do you think you can restrain one who is fleeing from His just wrath?"

Meanwhile the youth had turned his fiery gaze backward in an attempt to see if God's wrath were still pursuing him. The next moment he fell tumbling to the bottom of the ravine and crashed against the bronze portal as though he could find no better refuge in his flight.

"Why was he looking backward in terror?" I asked.

"Because God's wrath will pierce Hell's gates to reach and torment him even in the midst of fire!"

As the boy crashed into the portal, it sprang open with a roar, and instantly a thousand inner portals opened with a deafening clamor as if struck by a body that had been propelled by an invisible, most violent, irresistible gale. As these bronze doors -- one behind the other, though at a considerable distance from each other -- remained momentarily open, I saw far into the distance something like furnace jaws sprouting fiery balls the moment the youth hurtled into it. As swiftly as they had opened, the portals then clanged shut again. For a third time I tried to jot down the name of that unfortunate lad, but the guide again restrained me. "Wait," he ordered.

"Watch!"

Three other boys of ours, screaming in terror and with arms outstretched, were rolling down one behind the other like massive rocks, I recognized them as they too crashed against the portal. In that split second, it sprang open and so did the other thousand. The three lads were sucked into that endless corridor amid a long-drawn, fading, infernal echo, and then the portals clanged shut again. At intervals, many other lads came tumbling down after them. I saw one unlucky boy being pushed down the slope by an evil companion. Others fell singly or with others, arm in arm or side by side. Each of them bore the name of his sin on his forehead. I kept calling to them as they hurtled down, but they did not hear me. Again the portals would open thunderously and slam shut with a rumble. Then, dead silence!

"Bad companions, bad books, and bad habits," my guide exclaimed, "are mainly responsible for so many eternally lost."

The traps I had seen earlier were indeed dragging the boys to ruin. Seeing so many going to perdition, I cried out disconsolately, "If so many of our boys end up this way, we are working in vain. How can we prevent such tragedies?"

"This is their present state," my guide replied, "and that is where they would go if they were to die now."

"Then let me jot down their names so that I may warn them and put them back on the path to Heaven."

"Do you really believe that some of them would reform if you were to warn them? Then and there your warning might impress them, but soon they will forget it, saying, 'It was just a dream,' and they will do worse than before. Others, realizing they have been unmasked, receive the sacraments, but this will be neither spontaneous nor meritorious; others will go to confession because of a momentary fear of Hell but will still be attached to sin."

"Then is there no way to save these unfortunate lads? Please, tell me what I can do for them."

"They have superiors; let them obey them. They have rules; let them observe them. They have the sacraments; let them receive them."

Just then a new group of boys came hurtling down and the portals momentarily opened. "Let's go in," the guide said to me.

I pulled back in horror. I could not wait to rush back to the Oratory to warn the boys lest others might be lost as well.

"Come," my guide insisted. "You'll learn much. But first tell me: Do you wish to go alone or with me?" He asked this to make me realize that I was not brave enough and therefore needed his friendly assistance.

"Alone inside that horrible place?" I replied. "How will I ever be able to find my way out without your help?" Then a thought came to my mind and aroused my courage. Before one is condemned to Hell, I said to myself, he must be judged. And I haven't been judged yet!

"Let's go," I exclaimed resolutely. We entered that narrow, horrible corridor and whizzed through it with lightning speed. Threatening inscriptions shone eerily over all the inner gateways. The last one opened into a vast, grim courtyard with a large, unbelievably forbidding entrance at the far end. Above it stood this inscription:

"These shall go into everlasting punishment." (Matthew 25: 46) The walls all about were similarly inscribed. I asked my guide if I could read them, and he consented. These were the inscriptions:

"He will give fire, and worms into their flesh, and they may burn and may feel forever." (Judith 16: 21)

"The pool of fire where both the beast and the false prophet shall be tormented day and night forever and ever." (Apocalypse 20: 9-10)

"And the smoke of their torments shall ascend up forever and ever." (Apocalypse 14: 11)

"A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth." (Job 10: 22)

"There is no peace to the wicked." (Isaias 47: 22)

"There will be weeping and gnashing of teeth." (Matthew 8:12)

While I moved from one inscription to another, my guide, who had stood in the center of the courtyard, came up to me.

"From here on," he said, "no one may have a helpful companion, a comforting friend, a loving heart, a compassionate glance, or a benevolent word. All this is gone forever. Do you just want to see or would you rather experience these things yourself?"

"I only want to see!" I answered.

"Then come with me," my friend added, and, taking me in tow, he stepped through that gate into a corridor at whose far end stood an observation platform, closed by a huge, single crystal pane reaching from the pavement to the ceiling. As soon as I crossed its threshold, I felt an indescribable terror and dared not take another step. Ahead of me I could see something like an immense cave which gradually disappeared into recesses sunk far into the bowels of the mountains. They were all ablaze, but theirs was not an earthly fire with leaping tongues of flames. The entire cave --walls, ceiling, floor, iron, stones, wood, and coal -- everything was a glowing white at temperatures of thousands of degrees. Yet the fire did not incinerate, did not consume. I simply can't find words to describe the cavern's horror. "The nourishment thereof is fire and much wood: the breath of the Lord as a torrent of brimstone kindling it." (Isaias 30: 33)

I was staring in bewilderment about me when a lad dashed out of a gate. Seemingly unaware of anything else, he emitted a most shrilling scream, like one who is about to fall into a cauldron of liquid bronze, and plummeted into the center of the cave. Instantly he too became incandescent and perfectly motionless, while the echo of his dying wail lingered for an instant more.

Terribly frightened, I stared briefly at him for a while. He seemed to be one of my Oratory boys. "Isn't he so and so?" I asked my guide.

"Yes," was the answer.

"Why is he so still, so incandescent?"

"You chose to see," he replied. "Be satisfied with that. Just keep looking. Besides, "Everyone shall be salted with fire." (Mark 9: 48)

As I looked again, another boy came hurtling down into the cave at breakneck speed. He too was from the Oratory. As he fell, so he remained. He too emitted one single heart-rending shriek that blended with the last echo of the scream that came from the youth who had preceded him. Other boys kept hurtling in the same way in increasing numbers, all screaming the same way and then all becoming equally motionless and incandescent. I noticed that the first seemed frozen to the spot, one hand and one foot raised into the air; the second boy seemed bent almost double to the floor. Others stood or hung in various other positions, balancing themselves on one foot or hand, sitting or lying on their backs or on their sides, standing or kneeling, hands clutching their hair. Briefly, the scene resembled a large statuary group of youngsters cast into ever more painful postures. Other lads hurtled into that same furnace. Some I knew; others were strangers to me. I then recalled what is written in the Bible to the effect that as one falls into Hell, so he shall forever remain. ". . . in what place soever it shall fall, there shall it be." (Ecclesiastes 11:3)

More frightened than ever, I asked my guide, "When these boys come dashing into this cave, don't they know where they are going?"

"They surely do. They have been warned a thousand times, but they still choose to rush into the fire because they do not detest sin and are loath to forsake it. Furthermore, they despise and reject God's incessant, merciful invitations to do penance. Thus provoked, Divine Justice harries them, hounds them, and goads them on so that they cannot halt until they reach this place."

"Oh, how miserable these unfortunate boys must feel in knowing they no longer have any hope," I exclaimed. "If you really want to know their innermost frenzy and fury, go a little closer," my guide remarked.

I took a few steps forward and saw that many of those poor wretches were savagely striking at each other like mad dogs. Others were clawing their own faces and hands, tearing their own flesh and spitefully throwing it about. Just then the entire ceiling of the cave became as transparent as crystal and revealed a patch of Heaven and their radiant companions safe for all eternity.

The poor wretches, fuming and panting with envy, burned with rage because they had once ridiculed the just. "The wicked shall see, and be angry, he shall gnash with his teeth, and pine away. . . " (Psalms 111: 10) "Why do hear no sound?" I asked my guide,

"Go closer!" he advised.

Pressing my ear to the crystal window, I heard screams and sobs, blasphemies and imprecations against the Saints. It was a tumult of voices and cries, shrill and confused.

*The Road to Hell
(Prophetic Dream of St. John Bosco 1868 A.D.)


On Sunday night, May 3 [1868], the feast of Saint Joseph's patronage, Don Bosco resumed the narration of his dreams:

I have another dream to tell you, a sort of aftermath of those I told you last Thursday and Friday which totally exhausted me. Call them dreams or whatever you like. Always, as you know, on the night of April 17 a frightful toad seemed bent on devouring me. When it finally vanished, a voice said to me: "Why don't you tell them?" I turned in that direction and saw a distinguished person standing by my bed. Feeling guilty about my silence, I asked: "What should I tell my boys?"

"What you have seen and heard in your last dreams and what you have wanted to know and shall have revealed to you tomorrow night!" He then vanished.

I spent the whole next day worrying about the miserable night in store for me, and when evening came, loath to go to bed, I sat at my desk browsing through books until midnight. The mere thought of having more nightmares thoroughly scare me. However, with great effort, I finally went to bed.

"Get up and follow me!" he said.

"For Heaven's sake," I protested, "leave me alone. I am exhausted! I've been tormented by a toothache for several days now and need rest. Besides, nightmares have completely worn me out." I said this because this man's apparition always means trouble, fatigue, and terror for me.

"Get up," he repeated. "You have no time to lose."

I complied and followed him. "Where are you taking me?" I asked.

"Never mind. You'll see." He led me to a vast, boundless plain, veritably a lifeless desert, with not a soul in sight or a tree or brook. Yellowed, dried-up vegetation added to the desolation I had no idea where I was or what was I to do. For a moment I even lost sight of my guide and feared that I was lost, utterly alone. Father Rua, Father Francesia, nowhere to be seen. When I finally saw my friend coming toward me, I sighed in relief.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"Come with me and you will find out!"

"All right. I'll go with you."

He led the way and I followed in silence, but after a long, dismal trudge, I began worrying whether I would ever be able to cross that vast expanse, what with my toothache and swollen legs. Suddenly I saw a road ahead.

"Where to now?" I asked my guide.

"This way," he replied.

We took the road. It was beautiful, wide, and neatly paved. "The way of sinners is made plain with stones, and in their end is hell, and darkness, and pains. " (Ecclesiasticus 21: 11, stones: broad and easy.) Both sides were lined with magnificent verdant hedges dotted with gorgeous flowers. Roses, especially, peeped everywhere through the leaves. At first glance, the road was level and comfortable, and so I ventured upon it without the least suspicion, but soon I noticed that it insensibly kept sloping downward. Though it did not look steep at all, I found myself moving so swiftly that I felt I was effortlessly gliding through the air. Really, I was gliding and hardly using my feet. Then the thought struck me that the return trip would be very long and arduous.

"How shall we get back to the Oratory?" I asked worriedly.

"Do not worry," he answered. "The Almighty wants you to go. He who leads you on will also know how to lead you back."

The road is sloping downward. As we were continuing on our way, flanked by banks of roses and other flowers, I became aware that the Oratory boys and very many others whom I did not know were following me. Somehow I found myself in their midst. As I was looking at them, I noticed now one, now another fall to the ground and instantly be dragged by an unseen force toward a frightful drop, distantly visible, which sloped into a furnace. "What makes these boys fall?" I asked my companion. "The proud have hidden a net for me. And they have stretched out cords for a snare: they have laid for me a stumbling-block by the wayside." (Psalms 139: 6)

"Take a closer look," he replied.

I did. Traps were everywhere, some close to the ground, others at eye level, but all well concealed. Unaware of their danger, many boys got caught, and they tripped, they would sprawl to the ground, legs in the air. Then, when they managed to get back on their feet, they would run headlong down the road toward the abyss. Some got trapped by the head, others by the neck, hand, arms, legs, or sides, and were pulled down instantly. The ground traps, fine as spiders' webs and hardly visible, seemed very flimsy and harmless; yet, to my surprise, every boy they snared fell to the ground.

Noticing my astonishment, the guide remarked, "Do you know what this is?"

"Just some filmy fiber," I answered.

"A mere nothing," he said, "just plain human respect.",

Seeing that many boys were being caught in those straps. I asked, "Why do so many get caught? Who pulls them down?"

"Go nearer and you will see!" he told me.

I followed his advice but saw nothing peculiar.

"Look closer," he insisted.

I picked up one of the traps and tugged. I immediately felt some resistance. I pulled harder, only to feel that, instead of drawing the thread closer, I was being pulled down myself. I did not resist and soon found myself at the mouth of a frightful cave. I halted, unwilling to venture into that deep cavern, and again started pulling the thread toward me. It gave a little, but only through great effort on my part. I kept tugging, and after a long while a huge, hideous monster emerged, clutching a rope to which all those traps were tied together. He was the one who instantly dragged down anyone who got caught in them. It won't do to match my strength with his, I said to myself. I'll certainly lose. I'd better fight him with the Sign of the Cross and with short invocations.

Then I went back to my guide. "Now you know who he is," he said to me.

"I surely do! It is the devil himself!"

Carefully examining many of the traps, I saw that each bore an inscription: Pride, Disobedience, Envy, Sixth Commandment, Theft, Gluttony, Sloth, Anger and so on. Stepping back a bit to see which ones trapped the greater number of boys, I discovered that the most dangerous were those of impurity, disobedience, and pride. In fact, these three were linked to together. Many other traps also did great harm, but not as much as the first two. Still watching, I noticed many boys running faster than others. "Why such haste?" I asked.

"Because they are dragged by the snare of human respect."

The Holy Saint John Bosco had a Prophetic Vision of Hell in 1868 A.D. (*which is recorded in its entirety below)

Many of the dreams of St. John Bosco could more properly be called visions, for God used this means to reveal His will for the Saint and for the boys of the Oratory, as well as the future of the Salesian Congregation. Not only did his dreams lead and direct the Saint, they also gave him wisdom and guidance by which he was able to help and guide others upon their ways. He was just nine years of age when he had his first dream that laid out his life mission. It was this dream that impressed Pope Pius IX so much that he ordered St. John Bosco to write down his dreams for the encouragement of his Congregation and the rest of us. Through dreams God allowed him to know the future of each of the boys of his Oratory. Through dreams God let him know the boys' state of their souls. On February 1, 1865 St. John Bosco announced that one of the boys will die soon. He knew the boy through the dream the night before. On March 16, 1865, Anthony Ferraris passed away after receiving the Last Sacraments. John Bisio, who helped Anthony and his mother during the former's last hour, confirmed the story of his part in this episode by a formal oath, concluding as foIlows: "Don Bosco told us many other dreams concerning Oratory boys' deaths. We believed them to be true prophecies. We still do, because unfailingly they came true. During the seven years I lived at the Oratory, not a boy died without Don Bosco predicting his death. We were also convinced that whoever died there under his care and assistance surely went to heaven."

I remember 30 years ago that Don Bosco graduates are preffered for hirings abroad, the prime reason is discipline and professionalism.
You made a wise decision Gener, luck for you that you could afford. Regards to the fmaily,

Manay

apan way koy pako, apan wa koy pako, apan wa koy pako laylayon ko na lang....manay

welcome unpredictable, this is a very intelligent thread, join us please.

Manay

Calluses most commonly form on the soles
of the feet and sometimes on the hand or knees.
Corns are small coneshaped areas of skin over-
growth that most often form on or between the
toes. They can be either soft or hard. If they
form between the toes, the moisture of the area
keep them soft, corns that form on top of the
toes are typically hard
Having a hammer toe and mallet toe may lead
to a more severe form of callus called intractable
plantar keratosis (IPK). This callus form as a
result of a serious imbalance on weight bearing,
with considerably more pressure being placed
on one area of the foot than others.
These growth can cause inflammation and pain.
Both corns and calluses usually form in response
to repeated friction or pressure, such as from
wearing ill fitted shoes or performing certain tasks
repeatedly.
Compresses made from hot Epsom salt or foot-
therapy solutions are good. Medicated pads are
available that are supposed to treat corns and calluses.
For corn between the toes, dab on vitamin E oil and
place a clean piece of cotton or a cotton ball over it.
Make sure to use 100 % cotton not the synthetic
cosmetic puffs. Put on clean white cotton socks
and leave them on overnight after treatment. Vitamin
E mixed with a crushed garlic clove is good for softening
corns and calluses.
To treat corn and calluses, soften the thickened skin
by adding 2 tablespoonn of Dr. Bronner's liquid soap
(available in Health Food Stores) or a mild dish soap
like "palmolive" to 1/2 gallon of warm water. Soak your
feet in this mixture for 15 minutes. Afterwardss, dry your
feet with a soft towel and rub a couple of drops of vitamin
E oil ( just prick the capsule of vitamin E) into the affected
area. Then using  pumice stone ( logod  ) or a special
callus file, gently file down the top layer of the corn or
callus. Clean the area with mild soap and water, using
a gauze pad or cotton ball, and apply a moisturizer to the
area. Do this twice a day. Wear clean white cotton socks
after treatment. This is effective only if the callus is not
too thick.
Apply a non medicated corn pad ( a small round or oval-
shaped foam pad with a hole in the center) around a corn
to help relieve a pressure. Stretch the pad so that it clears
the corn by at least 1/8 inch on all sides. Then apply
vitamin E oil to the corn, cover with a gauze square and
wrap the toe with adhesive tape. Alternate between using
vitamin E oil and tea tree oil.
Tea Tree Oil- Used topically to disinfect wounds and heals
virtually all skin conditions, including acne, athlete's foot,
boils, cuts and scrapes, earache, fungal infections, hair
and scalp problems, herpes outbreaks, insects and spider
bites and warts. Added to the water can be used as a
douche for vaginitis and a gargle for colds, sore throats,
and mouth sores ( do not swallow it, however.) Alice n Wonderland

ps
I use some papaya leaves also to my feet.

Bosco Mandaluyong" is a private Catholic educational institution owned and operated by the Salesians of Don Bosco. DB Mandaluyong is declared as the "Motherhouse of all Salesian Works in the Philippines". Its campus is located at 736 General Kalentong Street in Mandaluyong City, Metro Manila, Philippines. Its grade school and high school departments are both all-male institutions while the college department, which was formerly all-boys also, acceptied female students from 2004.

It is part of the IUS or the Istituzioni Universitarie Salesiane (Salesian University Institutions) and the Don Bosco Educational Apostolate of the Philippines. DBTC was awarded with the ISO 9001:2000 certification (Certificate No. 6720) by Moody International Certification (Malaysia) Sdn. Bhd. and United Kingdom Accreditation Service.

Saint John Bosco (born Giovanni Melchiorre Bosco, known in English as Don Bosco; August 16, 1815 â€" January 31, 1888), was an Italian Catholic priest, and recognized educator, who put into practice the dogma of his religion, employing teaching methods based on love rather than punishment. He placed his works under the protection of Francis de Sales; thus his followers styled themselves the Salesian Society. He is the only Saint with the title "Father and Teacher of Youth."

St John Bosco succeeded in establishing a network of centres to carry on his work. In recognition of his work with disadvantaged youth he was canonized by Pope Pius XI in 1934. One of his students, Dominic Savio, was subsequently also canonized, becoming the youngest non-martyr to be
Today´s mass is dedicated to Don Bosco.

St. John Bosco (known as Don Bosco), the father and educator of the youth, founded The Society of Salesians Of Don Bosco on 8th Dec 1959 with the aim of educating the youth as integral, honest and God fearing citizens. Today, there are 34,000 members in the society both men and women, spread out 118 countries all over the globe. Italy is the headquarters of the Salesians and Turin is the birth place of the founder Don Bosco.

It has  turned  a numerous educational institutions such as Universities, Colleges, academic and professional schools, both formal and non-formal, youth services, rehabilitation centres etc, with the aim of helping the youth to lead a good, honest and God fearing life in the society through education. Don Bosco educational institutions are acknowledged as among the best in the country for the quality of education, infrastructure and discipline.

Grabe you sensationalize this crime! With- in a short period of time this thread is well read. Let us pray for the victims and hopefully justice will prevail

kini polong ni Sir Felix. We should improve the quality of education and teaching. Our system is antiquated and the teaching forces are poorly paid. The best teachers are mostly in abroad now.
Here is Germany, there  are lots of sick teachers, I,  as  parent has to make a follow-up and if possible gives my kid some materials to put more substance in his learning. Apil pod ko or tuon kay akong mang pangutan-on.

Malipayong pagbati sa imong adlaw nga natawhan, Inday Kitt!

greetings from Manay

Birthday Wishes to Inday Maeve!

Many Happy Returns of the Day, Happy Birthday Karen Ann!

Manay Tess

Maligayang pagbati saiyong Kaarawan, Inday Emmabelle!

Manay

May the Lord Shower you His blessing on your Birthday,
Happy Birthday Inday Renegade!  Manay Tess

This place could be anywhere in Bohol, naay daghan padolong sa Canhaway.

This issue is too hot to respond and not everyone´s cup of tea.

Although to many outsiders, the concept of "clothing" on Muslim women suggests full-body veils, many married women in Syria are decidedly more playful, feeding a market for daring and quixotic underwear (to be worn in private, of course, and only for one's husband). Musical panties (some that glow in the dark), bras with "hands" covering the cups, and underwear designed to collapse and fall to the floor at the sound of hands clapping are just three of the popular items at boutique shops, according to a December BBC News dispatch from Damascus. [BBC News, 12-16-08]

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