tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91854988468627062772024-03-18T03:55:28.803-07:00Philippine LegendsRead about various Philippine Legends and feel the Philippines without actually setting foot on its cities and provincesGeisha Sanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399575442609921310noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185498846862706277.post-37121333009173630232013-10-12T02:54:00.001-07:002018-01-30T17:20:18.194-08:00The Legend of Rice (Ang Alamat ng Palay)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It was just a mere grass. It has no grain or fruit. It doesn’t do anything but
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">One day, it happened that the Chinese goddess Kuan-yin went
down to visit the Earth. In her excursion, she saw that everywhere in the four
corners of China are people dying of hunger. Her soft heart cannot endure the
pain and poverty that she sees and it seems as though her heart will melt with
pity. She took a deep breath and said, “Aiya, Ai-ya, I need to act and help
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She silently observed her surroundings. She took interest in
a worthless rice plant which sprouted in the alley. She approached it and said,
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She opened her robe and exposed her white bosom. She
squeezed her right breast with her hand and let out drops of milk of life to
the rice plant’s panicle. She also squeezed her other breast and let the milk
drop on the plant’s empty hulls.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She squeezed her breasts until there’s no milk coming out
anymore. She prayed, “Oh merciful heaven, bless me with a little more drops of
milk.” She massaged and squeezed her breasts again until she saw that some
drops are coming out but it is mixed with blood. The goddess gave all that she
can. She was glad to see that all the panicles became full of rich rice grains.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Oh noble plant, may your panicle overflow. May we harvest a
lot to eliminate hunger in this land.” After she has done her duty, she happily
came back to the heavens.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This is how the rice plant yielded its first rice grains.
There are varieties which produce white rice as white as Kuan-yin’s milk, and
there are also some which yields reddish rice as a reminder of the blood mixed
with the last drops of the merciful goddess’ milk.</span><o:p></o:p><br />
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Sanchez, Geisha, translator. <i>Filipino legends for students</i>. By Rene Alba, Century Publications, 1914, www.feelthephilippines.blogspot.com/2013/10/the-legend-of-rice-ang-alamat-ng-palay. Accessed (day-month-year accessed).</div>
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Geisha Sanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399575442609921310noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185498846862706277.post-77723208714466153232013-10-12T02:44:00.002-07:002017-01-09T00:20:03.243-08:00The Legend and the Short History of Pila, Laguna<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Once upon a time, before the Spaniards came to the
Philippines, in the northwest part of Laguna, which is now the town of
Victoria, you will see the original location of the town of Pila. It was known
then as “Pagalangan”.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">57 years after Magellan discovered the Philippines, Reverend
P. Juan de Florencia was appointed as the first Parish Priest of the town under
the Royal Decree. It was at that year too when the first church in the town was
established and San Antonio de Padua was chosen as the town’s Patron Saint.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In the year 1606, the first printing press in the
Philippines was established in this town. This was led by Don Tomas Pinpin and
Domingo Laog. In 1618, through the efforts of Franciscan priests, the first
hospital for Spanish officials, soldiers, and priests was established.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Since then, the town of Pagalangan has been the stopping
destination of prominent Spanish officials. Don Antonio Maglilo was appointed
as the first town Executive and served for 18 years since 1696.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Based on another book of legends, Laguna Bay was so narrow
that the crowing of the rooster from the other side of the lake shall be
clearly heard from the other side. Because of its narrowness, it has a tendency
to overflow during the rainy season and flood the nearby places. Due to the
frequent flooding since the 17<sup>th</sup> century, the parish priest was
forced to relocate the church to a much higher place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A heated dispute about the relocation site of the church has
arisen between the two most prominent dynasties of the town, the Rivera and the
Relova. Don Regino Relova y San Antonio wants the church to be relocated to his
Barrio San Francisco for the reason that it is the town’s center based on the
map. Don Felizardo Rivera, on the other hand, insists that it should be moved
to his hacienda in Barrio Bulacan, Sta. Clara on the condition that the
residential lands around the plaza will stay under his name. He offered the
parish priest an agreement that if the church shall be relocated to his site,
he and his family, up to the last generation, will take charge of the
renovation and maintenance of the church. The parish priest agreed to this and
signed a contract.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Through the leadership of Don Rivera together with the clans
of Oca, Ruiz, and de Castro, the planning of the reestablishment of the town of
Pagalangan was organized. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">One very hot day, while the Franciscan priests were
inspecting the relocation site of the church, they discovered that the new site
is called Villa de Pila. From then on, the town was named as Pila.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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Geisha Sanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399575442609921310noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185498846862706277.post-41451789653135733072013-10-12T02:36:00.000-07:002017-01-09T00:39:12.947-08:00The Legend of Liliw, Laguna (Ang Alamat ng Liliw)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The town of Liliw was known before as “Magguap”. It was
established in 1571, 50 years after the Spaniards had set foot on the
archipelago. Liliw’s location is relatively high, standing about 1,200 foot
above the ground. Gat Tayaw was the one who established the town of Liliw. He
has a monument now at the heart of the town.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Gat Tayaw is the eldest son of Gat Tapaya. He led the town
for 34 years. In that span, he has divided the town into 4 barangays. He has
appointed Bansalan to take charge of Ilaya, Barangay Oples to Mandig, and
Little Liliw to Pascual Humanda and Liliw Grande to Don Juan Masulong.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">When the town was first established, Gat Tayaw has called
for an assembly for the selection of the name of the town. The townspeople
placed a bamboo pole at the center of the municipality and posted guards
around. People can come to this outpost and suggest names. On the 7<sup>th</sup>
day, a bird perched at the bamboo pole and sang “ILIW, ILIW, ILIW”. The oldest one among the guards shouted “Liliw,
Liliw, Liliw”. The other guards repeated after him. And so, from then on, the
town became known as Liliw.</span><o:p></o:p><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>Translated from Rene Alba's "Mga Alamat Pilipino (Para sa Mag-aaral)", published 1914 by Century Publications.</i></span><br />
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Sanchez, Geisha, translator. <i>Filipino legends for students</i>. By Rene Alba, Century Publications, 1914, www.feelthephilippines.blogspot.com/2013/10/the-legend-of-liliw-laguna-ang-alamat. Accessed (day-month-year accessed).</div>
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Geisha Sanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399575442609921310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185498846862706277.post-81733099385953705512013-10-12T02:20:00.000-07:002015-11-21T07:57:58.356-08:00The Legend of Gapan in Nueva Ecija (Alamat ng Gapan, Nueva Ecija)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt; mso-spacerun: 'yes';">Dodoy was awakened by a loud cry of a naked infant with a bulging stomach. The baby was lying on a banana leaf on the ground. Dodoy took the baby in his arms and attempted to stop him from crying. It didn’t stop from wailing and this greatly annoyed Dodoy. He was about to slap the baby when it mysteriously transformed into a filthy old man with very long hair and beard. Dodoy was so shocked that he dropped what he was holding and scrammed off his feet.</span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt; mso-spacerun: 'yes';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt; mso-spacerun: 'yes';">When he turned his head back, his fear increased for the old man disappeared. He ran and ran but he seemed to be stuck in the same spot. He was trapped in that situation until the sun set down. Exhaustion brought him down to his knees. With his remaining energy, he crawled just to get away from that bamboo grove. </span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt; mso-spacerun: 'yes';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt; font-style: italic; mso-spacerun: 'yes';">From then on, it has become a saying amongst the townspeople that “You might end up like Dodoy, gapang ng gapang (always crawling).” That is why the place near the bamboo grove where Dodoy crawled was named Gapan (from gapang, meaning to crawl). Until now, that town in Nueva Ecija, in the island of Luzon, is still called Gapan.</span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt; font-style: italic; mso-spacerun: 'yes';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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Geisha Sanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399575442609921310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185498846862706277.post-13004395013675336232012-10-26T23:17:00.000-07:002015-11-21T07:58:15.262-08:00Ang Alamat ng Ilog Pasig (The Legend of Pasig River)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Ilog Pasig is one of
the most famous rivers in the Philippines. It can be found in the city of
Manila. At present, this river is notorious for being filthy and murky, but
there was a time when Pasig River is pristine and is a romantic place for
lovers…<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Long ago, there were two young lovers. The girl was a
Filipina named Paz and the gentleman was Spanish.
One night, they decided to boat along a quiet and deep river. The boy
was the one paddling the boat while Paz was calmly seated in front of him. The
two romantically sailed the length of the river under the moonlight and along
the cool breeze.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">As they passed along floating water lilies, Paz extended her
am and reached for a flower. The guy, not noticing what Paz was up to, got
off-balanced and fell into the waters. The guy doesn’t know how to swim so
every time his head will pop above the water, he shouts, “Paz, sigueme! Paz,
sigueme!” which means, “Paz, rescue me!” Paz tried hard to reach for her lover
but she did not succeed. At the last time the boy emerged, all he managed to
say was, “Paz, sig…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>The tragic incident spread among the people and from then
on, this river was called Pasig.</i> </span><o:p></o:p><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Translated from Rene Alba's "Mga Alamat Pilipino (Para sa Mag-aaral)", published 1914 by Century Publications.</i></span></div>
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Geisha Sanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399575442609921310noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185498846862706277.post-52710409695701574892012-10-26T21:28:00.001-07:002015-11-21T08:10:32.468-08:00Ang Alamat ng Lawa ng Sampalok (The Legend of Sampalok Lake)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">In the province of
Laguna in the Philippines, there is a lake called Sampalok (tamarind) Lake. It
is said that this lake does not exist during the early times. This is how the
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">In the time that Magellan has just discovered the
Philippines, a wealthy couple from San Pablo, Laguna owns many land,
fruit-bearing trees, and a very beautiful house. One of the trees that they
possess is a sampalok (tamarind) tree that bears very sweet fruits. This tree
is the main source of their fortune.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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famous for their bad attitude. They are selfish and greedy, and all they think
about is getting money by selling their properties. Because of this, the
townspeople despise them. However, they still come to them to buy the
extraordinarily sweet tamarind fruits.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">One day, an old beggar with torn clothes went to the couple
and begged for food. She was shivering from hunger. The two just scornfully
stared at the old woman and then ignored her. The beggar continued to beg for
food but the couple just kept on ignoring her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“Punishment from the heavens must be brought upon you!” then the beggar’s face
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">The couple’s faces turned pale. They wanted to scream but
they couldn’t. “All you wealth will disappear!” the old lady declared as she
tapped her cane against the sampalok tree. The old lady disappeared and water
sprung from near the sampalok tree and drowned all the couple’s properties. The
couple were not seen after that incident and the people assumed that they too
were drowned by the water along with their wealth. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Geisha Sanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399575442609921310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185498846862706277.post-74423599131853232192012-10-26T21:23:00.004-07:002015-11-21T08:11:33.185-08:00Ang Alamat ng Malate (The Legend of Malate)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There were two sibling named Maria and Jose who used to
bathe in the sea shore. One day, while they were bathing, some Spanish passed
them. These foreigners ask people about their place as a part of their probe.
That time, the two children were about to eat their packed food when they
noticed that they forgot to bring drinking water. “Maybe it would be better if
we just drink the sea water,” suggested the younger Jose. He then ran to the
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Meanwhile, the Spaniards approached Maria and asked her
about the place’s name in Spanish language. Maria didn’t understand them, and
called for her brother instead who was tasting the sea water. He shouted the
taste to Maria, “MAALAT ATE! MAALAT ATE! (salty sister!)”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>The Spanish men heard
this and they thought that it was the answer to their question regarding the
name of the place. Since then, the Spaniards named the place Malate, from the
salty waters of the sea.<o:p></o:p></i><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><i style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Translated from Rene Alba's "Mga Alamat Pilipino (Para sa Mag-aaral)", published 1914 by Century Publ</i><i style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">ications.</i></span></div>
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Geisha Sanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399575442609921310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185498846862706277.post-42691262762589680322012-10-26T21:21:00.000-07:002015-11-21T08:12:12.731-08:00Ang Alamat ng Bayan ng Odiongan, Romblon (The Legend of the Town of Odiongan, Romblon)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>The town of Odiongan
can be found in Romblon in the southern part of the island of Luzon in the Philippines.
Romblon is well-known for its marble industry. It is said that the nme of
Odiongan came from the story passed on by the natives from generation to
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Long ago, before the First World War, Moros and pirates from
the north reside in this town. There was a triangular shaped lake in this town
where a massive tree stood in the middle. It is there that the pirates set
their camp since all travellers pass along that route. It is in this camp too
that they store their belongings and weapons.
They surrounded their camp with high walls to protect them from any
untoward incidents. In their long time there, the Moros and pirates do not
experience any harm and thus, they live a peaceful life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Until one day, they were caught up in a surprise attack by a
band of Chinese. They had no choice but to fight with them for the sake of the
townspeople. Arrows and spears were everywhere. A lot from the Chinese were
injured and so with the Moros. The Chinese retreated and went back to where
they came from. The only thing left from the battle was a big arrow struck in the
tree in the middle of the lake. This was not removed since the pirates regarded
it as a symbol for their triumph over the Chinese invaders.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>From then on, the town
became known for the “Odiong” (arrow), and the arrow-stricken tree was called
Odiongan. Through time, this town was then called Odiongan, Romblon.<o:p></o:p></i><br />
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<i style="color: blue; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Translated from Rene Alba's "Mga Alamat Pilipino (Para sa Mag-aaral)", published 1914 by Century Publ</i><i style="color: blue; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">ications.</i></div>
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Geisha Sanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399575442609921310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185498846862706277.post-24063010493000971542012-10-26T21:17:00.000-07:002015-11-21T08:12:25.983-08:00Ang Alamat ng Bundok Arayat (The Legend of Mt. Arayat)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt; mso-spacerun: 'yes';">One day, while Ara was gardening, an unknown young gentleman called her attention.</span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt; mso-spacerun: 'yes';"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt; mso-spacerun: 'yes';">“Good day to you, lady. Can I ask for a favour?” asked the gentleman. “Good day to you to. What can I do for you?” answered Ara Ayat. “Can I ask for a glass of water? I am really thirsty,” said the gentleman. Ara lead him inside the house and gave him the water. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt; mso-spacerun: 'yes';">Meanwhile, she heard three knocks from her grandmother’s room. She went inside and was shocked by the paleness of her grandmother. Grandma summoned her to come closer and asked for her hand. Ara was more shocked by the coldness of her grandmother’s hand. Her grandma gave her one final blessing and closed her eyes and died. Ara broke down. She wailed upon the loss of her only relative. This loud cry made the gentleman panic so she knocked on the door and went inside the room. She was stunned by the dead body of the old lady. He pitied Ara and tried to console her. “I am really sorry for your loss, lady. If you will let me, I can help you bury her. I also understand that you are now alone. If you like, I shall marry you tomorrow,” proposed the gentleman.</span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt; mso-spacerun: 'yes';"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt; mso-spacerun: 'yes';">Ara, having fancied the gentleman, agreed on one condition. That they will stay in that place because she can’t leave the death bed of her parents. The gentleman agreed and they were married the next day. Since then, the gentleman changed the name of Mt. Alindayat to Arayat as a tribute to his wife- Ara Ayat.</span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt; mso-spacerun: 'yes';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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Geisha Sanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399575442609921310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185498846862706277.post-82132587354861725602012-10-24T21:00:00.001-07:002017-01-08T23:00:29.758-08:00The Legend of Mayon Volcano (Ang Alamat ng Bulkang Mayon)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "estrangelo edessa"; font-size: 11.0000pt;">Long ago, along the streams of Yawa river lays a kingdom named Rawis. It is reigned by a very generous and intelligent king - King Makusog. His only daughter was called "Daragang Magayon" (beautiful maiden) because of the exceptional beauty that she possesses. Because of this beauty, all the men in their kingdom, as well as in the neighboring kingdoms, dream to have her heart.</span><span style="font-family: "estrangelo edessa"; font-size: 11.0000pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "estrangelo edessa"; font-size: 11.0000pt;">It has been a hobby of Daragang Magayon to secretly take a bath in the Yawa River every morning at the break of dawn. It was one morning when a traveler from the faraway kingdom of Laguna accidentally saw her secret ritual. He was a young lad named Ulap (cloud). Upon seeing the beautiful maiden, Ulap was instantly hypnotized by her beauty. </span><span style="font-family: "estrangelo edessa"; font-size: 11.0000pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "estrangelo edessa"; font-size: 11.0000pt;">In the many journeys of Ulap, it was only then that a maiden has successfully captured his heart. Every morning since then, he would secretly watch behind the bamboo groves as Daragang Magayon takes a bath in the Yawa River. He was not contented in being a secret admirer so he eventually decided to come out of his hiding place and introduce himself to the maiden. </span><span style="font-family: "estrangelo edessa"; font-size: 11.0000pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "estrangelo edessa"; font-size: 11.0000pt;">Not for long, the two became inseparable lovers and their relationship was happily blessed by King Makusog. Ulap asked permission from his lady love to go home to Laguna and fetch his relatives for the </span><span style="font-family: "estrangelo edessa"; font-size: 11.0000pt; font-style: italic;">pamamanhikan </span><span style="font-family: "estrangelo edessa"; font-size: 11.0000pt;">(prenuptial get together). He was away for two months.</span><span style="font-family: "estrangelo edessa"; font-size: 11.0000pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "estrangelo edessa"; font-size: 11.0000pt;">Meanwhile, the news of the soon-to-be wedding spread like fire in the nearby kingdoms including the Kingdom of Iraya which is reigned by Patugo. This news enraged him and brought back the pain incurred by Daragang Magayon's refusal of his love proposal. </span><span style="font-family: "estrangelo edessa"; font-size: 11.0000pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "estrangelo edessa"; font-size: 11.0000pt;">He convinced his people to set a battle against the Kingdom of Rawin by telling them that Daragang Magayon's marriage to a foreign man is an insult to their maleness. They agreed to capture King Makusog and ask for Daragang Magayon as a ransom. </span><span style="font-family: "estrangelo edessa"; font-size: 11.0000pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "estrangelo edessa"; font-size: 11.0000pt;">Meanwhile, the Kingdom of Rawis is busy in the preparation for the arrival of the people from Laguna. This was used by Patugo and his army as an opportunity to attack them. The people of Rawis was so stunned by this sudden attack that the king was effortlessly captured. The festive mood was instantly replaced with doom. Daragang Magayon offered herself as a ransom for the freedom of his father even if this was against her will. Just then, their expecting visitors, Ulap and his clan from Laguna, arrived and helped in fighting the enemies. "If you are real men, fight with men! Do not waste your power in terrorizing ladies and old men!", Ulap exclaimed. With this, the battle heated up and there was bloodshed. Under the heat of the sun, behind the dusty wind, swords and bolos were ravagely swished against each other. Daragang Magayon's heart beated outrageously because of the suspense brought about by the battle. A bloody body fell on the ground, and the maiden's heart skipped a beat thinking that this might be his lover's. She ran closer and reveled when she saw that instead of Ulap, the lifeless body belongs to Patugo. She turned around and saw Ulap with his arms wide open. She joyfully ran towards the waiting arms of her lover. As the two passionately embraced each other, a deadly arrow came flying from one of the enemies and struck their entwined bodies. The sky was covered with gloom as the two lovers slowly fell on the ground.</span><span style="font-family: "estrangelo edessa"; font-size: 11.0000pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "estrangelo edessa"; font-size: 11.0000pt;">As they say, true love is hard to bury. Like a strong current, it will eventually struggle and resurface. Daragang Magayon's love is as such. It is said that because of the strong love of Daragang Magayon for Ulap, her grave mounted into a towering mass of volcano as if an emblem of her undying love. Raging lava even came out of it as a symbol of her overflowing affection. This volcano which surfaced from the grave of Daragang Magayon is now known as the Mayon volcano. Daragang Magayon is what they claim as the Mayon.</span><span style="font-family: "estrangelo edessa"; font-size: 11.0000pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Sanchez, Geisha, translator. <i>Filipino legends for students</i>. By Rene Alba, Century Publications, 1914, www.feelthephilippines.blogspot.com/2012/10/the-legend-of-mayon-volcano-ang-alamat. Accessed (day-month-year accessed).<br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt; font-style: italic;">It is said that in the early times, the island of Bohol in the Visayas is a vast mass of dry land. Rice fields tend to crack under the heat of the sun. During the rainy season, the dusty land turns into a stream of mud. It is only during the rice season that the fields turn into a refreshing sea of green.</span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt; font-style: italic;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt;">It was one day during the rainy season that two giants came into the land of Bohol. One of them was from the north and the other was from the south. Not for long, the two giants met eye to eye. The tension between the two rivals filled the air.</span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt;">"Hey! You ugly giant! Stay away from my land!," said the South Giant. "Leave and look for your own land to conquer!"</span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt;">"You must be mistaken! I am here first!," answered the North Giant. "If you want, you leave!"</span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt;">"This cannot be happening!" shouted the South Giant with a stomp. The whole ground shook. Since it has just rained, the ground was muddy. The giant scooped mud from the ground and threw it on the other giant. The North Giant also scooped and formed his own balls of mud and threw it back on his opponent.</span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt;">The battle of the two giants became intense. Balls of mud were thrown back and forth. The townspeople gathered to watch the two opposing giants. Each one used all of his might to best the other. No one gave up until both of them ran out of energy. Because of the exhausting duel, both of the two giants fell on the ground and died. What was left of their heated fight were hills of mud from the thrown mud balls. Since then, the townspeople lived peacefully on their land along the hills.</span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt; font-style: italic;">During the summer seasons, these hills seem like chocolate candies, especially from top view. This is the reason why it became known as chocolate hills. During the rainy seasons, however, these hills become covered with lush green vegetation. </span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11.0000pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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Sanchez, Geisha, translator. <i>Filipino legends for students</i>. By Rene Alba, Century Publications, 1914, www.feelthephilippines.blogspot.com/2012/10/the-legend-of-chocolate-hills-ang. Accessed (day-month-year accessed).</div>
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