on the left is a photo taken at one of the beaches in Lilo-an, Cebu Province by yanee.

Liloan has long been known for its attractive beaches, a favorite place for sea bathing. There is an area in its coastline where bathers are cautioned not to swim because of a whirlpool caused by the outgoing tide of the waters which flow from an inland lake. Cebuanos describe this phenomenon as “Lilo”. Because of this the town was named “Lilo-an” which means a place that has whirling waters.

Here is the legend of Lilo-an:

Long ago, when Lilo-an was still a wilderness, a marriage of a couple was objected to by the parents. As such, they boarded a boat and fled to a far away place. Somewhere at sea, a storm overtook them. For safety, they entered a channel, now called “Suba,” (a name of a place in Liloan) and proceeded into the interior. They took shelter at its bank and noticed the abundance of the fish in the vicinity. They decided to stay, and with the extra fish they caught, they sold or bartered the catch in the nearby villages. When asked where the fishes were caught, they answered, “Sa may liloan” (by the lilo). Asked where they live, they gave the same answer, “Sa may liloan.” In time, the place was called, as we know the town now, “Liloan”.

Lilo-an is also known for its white octagonal tower that provided guiding light to mariners, navigators and fisherman from coastal towns in Northern Cebu. The lighthouse at Bagacay, Catarman Village was built in 1904 by virtue of an executive order issued on July 28, 1903 by William Howard Taft who became President of the Philippine Commission in 1900 and later appointed as US governor general.

The 93 steps parola had been neglected for several years and weeds have grown everywhere but up to now it has served as a guiding beacon for the safe navigation of mariners in passage to and from Cebu City.

photograph of lighthouse by Paul D. Perez

Biography of George Savige
(April 7 1936 / Moe Victoria Australia)

I have been writing poems for over 40 years.
I moved from Moe in victoria to Cooranbong NSW where I met and Married my lovely wife.
We have 3 children 2 are married and glenn our Downs syndrome son lives with us.
My interests are, Writing, Bushwalking, radio and communications and computing.
lately I have become interested in Free to air Satellite TV
I have been a member of the local fire brigade and State emergency service since 1957. ..

to read more of Goerge Savige's poetry :

http://www.poemsabout.com/poet/george-savige/

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i would like to thank lemskie and katty for the information that they provided...

THE RAINBOW'S GOLD

They told me with each Rainbow
I'd find a pot of gold,
And I had never proved it,
But that's what I was told.

I watched for every Rainbow
To arc across the sky,
And then I'd run to find it
And 'Goldless' I would cry.

But one day, in my mail box,
There came a nice surprise...
A magazine, called 'Rainbow'
Right there before my eyes.

I looked into the 'Rainbow',
And just as I was told,
Right there within the pages,
I found my pot of gold.

George Savige

www.peomhunter.com

On the Poem "Of Black and Gray" by Lemskie...

I can feel the deep remorse of the poet as she talks about the effect that her sadness brings. How people make her feel useless and unworthy. Not even her past achievements can awaken the lost energy of that broken feeling...but everything happens for a reason, even the lowliest moment in our lives come about for a purpose.

God allows us to experience sadness and pain for two reasons: Either He wants to make us stronger and braver or He wants to remind us that Human strength is a strong deterrent to trusting in Him. Sometimes we rely on our so called Greatest Assets and tend to forget that those assets are gifts from God…we even fail to acknowledge His presence in our lives.

When we are hurt and in pain let us spend some time to ponder over what happened recently…Maybe, God is trying to tell us something...Stop for a moment and keep still, for in silence you will hear Him speak.

Of Black and Gray

Of Black and Gray

People who hurt me
They know not much
Of what I feel… this loneliness
And the angst of deeper side still
They make me feel alone and the worse,
inutile
For what am I worth not more than a dime
The futility of every giving
Is but a true attestation
What then can be my greatest asset
I have none… no more
How can they forsake me?
Make me feel as if they have left
Yet even their darkest shadows are clear
In those walls… that wall
That divides me with them.

by : lemskie

http://www.thoughtsandscribbles.wordpress.com

The picture below is a stone ladder at Fort San Pedro, Cebu Philippines... I was with my friends taking a tour at one of the oldest places here in Cebu when an angle caught my eye. I thought it would be a good subject for my photography collection. Let me tell you more about Fort San Pedro:

It is the smallest, oldest triangular bastion fort in the country. It was built in 1738 to repel Muslim raiders. It also served as a stronghold for Filipino revolutionaries. This was considered as the nucleus of the first Spanish settlement in the Philippines. It has a total inside area of 2,2025 sq. Meters. The walls are 20 feet high, 8 feet thick and the towers are 30 feet high from the ground level. Work first started on May 8, 1565 with MIGUEL LOPEZ DE LEGASPI breaking the ground. After the battle of Manila Bay, Commodore George Dewey turned the fort to the local Cebuanos; then it became an American Warwick Barracks during the American Regime which was later converted into classrooms where the Cebuanos received formal education.

During World War II, from 1941 to 1945, it served as fortification for Japanese soldiers, when the battle for liberation was fought, the fort served as an army camp. After 1950, Cebu Garden Club took over and fixed the inner court into a miniature garden. For a couple of years it also housed the Cebu City Zoo. In 1978 to August 15, 1993, it housed the offices of the Department of Tourism and Philippine Tourism Authority. At present, it is under the care and administration of the National Museum, a historical park.

Cebu has a lot to brag. If you happen to visit the Philippines, do drop by at the Queen City of the South.

http://living.cebunetwork.com/

I love photography. I started engaging myself into it few years back while i was in college. I had quite a number of pixie collection...unfortunately i stopped because my camera got busted when a friend borrowed it and threw it in the swimming pool... I have forgiven him though.

Found above is one of my artworks. Do you know where that is? hehehe... I'll tell you more about it on my next post...

*pixie - picture

All of us are travelers in a journey called “Life”, having different roads to take. We are given the freedom and the resources needed for the entire journey. However, its success depends on how we deal with the variety of consequences that come along the way.

I have been trekking for years now, 25 to be exact. I trudged on through so many kinds of roads. All of those had different impact on me which taught me how to survive the tests of life. I may not have passed some of them but the failures I made became my motivation to move forward and go on with my journey. And while doing so, I’m making sure that I will have a better understanding of the real essence of what they call “LIFE”. To understand means to take a risk that can’t be attained by merely gazing at life’s overview. You have to go deeper and never give up on all of its challenges.

So then I chose an old and narrow road where thorny vines grew…stones and pebbles alike were scattered all over…holes run from the smallest size to the big ones…and even traps exist in that deserted road. I even asked God why I was permitted to experience those adventures…Simply because I chose to live the hard way. I haven’t reached my destination yet, I’m way too far…but the places I’ve visited have molded me to become who I am now.