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Pulau Ubin

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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">How did the island of Pulau Ubin form in the first place?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">A legendary tale explains that in the early days, an
elephant, a pig and a frog challenged one another to reach the Johor shores
from mainland Singapore. The stakes were high, as those who did not succeed
would be turned into rock. The frog, being the first to try, failed to cross
the straits and was turned into Pulau Sekudu. Pulau Sekudu literally means Frog
Island in Malay.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The elephant and the pig were the next to attempt the feat.
They did not make it too, thus both of them fused together to become the main
island of Pulau Ubin.</span></div>
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How did the island of Pulau Ubin form in the first place? A legendary tale explains that in the early days, an elephant, a pig a...

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Merlion

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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">One night, the villagers living by the southern coast of
Temasek were awakened by the howling winds and the crashing waves. The dark
clouds blocked out the lights of the moon and the stars, turning the world in
complete darkness. It was as though the island of Temasek would be engulfed by
the raging sea. The terrified villagers sank on their knees in prayers.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">During this moment, a bright light was observed emerging
from the southern waters. A massive creature, half lion and half fish, roared
in anger. The battle between the fierce mystical animal and nature was intense,
as the sky was filled with flashing lightnings. The villagers had never
witnessed such terrifying phenomenons before.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">After some time, the winds began to die down, the waves
subsided and the sky started to clear. The gigantic sea beast had won the
battle against the nature. As it claimed its victory, it stood proudly on Mount
Imbiah of Pulau Belakang Mati (Sentosa). By morning, the merlion had retreated
into its waters, leaving behind a bright colourful trail.</span></div>
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One night, the villagers living by the southern coast of Temasek were awakened by the howling winds and the crashing waves. The dark...

4:09:00 am

The legend of the Guava

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A long time ago, there's a king who ruled a rich, prosperous island. He had all the things a king could ever ask for: the power, the wealth, and all the delicious foods one could only imagine.The king's name was King Barabas.<br />
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King Barabas is a rude king and overweight, indulging himself to all the foods available, hesitant to share. And his castle is starting to become filthy. He would spend most of his time sitting and eating with his bare hands. As he eats, he drips food on the floor and smile mockingly at the people around him, specially his servants.<br />
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People in the kingdom would approach with requests for his help, but he would always refuse. As he neglected his kingdom, people started to complain and starve.<br />
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After some time, an old hunched-back woman showed up at the castle begging for food while the king was eating. The old lady asked for food as she was starving.<br />
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"Go away! I don't have anything to give. Can't you see I'm eating?" said the king.<br />
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"Please, my king," begged the old woman. "I'm asking for anything, anything you could give me as I am so hungry. Even a little piece of bread or fruit would do."<br />
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"Get out at once! You disgust me," the king belittled the old beggar.<br />
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The old woman stood up straight, casting aside her stooped posture. "I've heard much about you and how your kingdom is suffering." The tone of her voice had changed. It was no longer the voice of a weak, old woman. "I asked for help, and you shoved me away. You have a lot for yourself, but when I only asked for a little food, you belittled me. You are selfish. No one loves you and no one will remember you when you are gone!"<br />
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And the beggar disappeared.<br />
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After a few more days, the king slowly weakened and became sick. No one knows what's wrong with him. He got weaker and weaker and lost much weight. He looked older than his age. Soon after that, the king died. As unfortunate and unexpected as it was, no one cried and nobody showed up at the king's burial. He died alone.<br />
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And where the king was buried, his people noticed a strange plant growing, a plant they had never seen before. The plant soon grew into a tree, which bore rounded fruits that turned yellowish when ripe.<br />
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People also noticed that the fruit seemed to have a crown as it develops, which reminded them of their selfish, arrogant king. The flesh of the fruit tasted a bit sour, just like the sour personality of the king towards them.<br />
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The people learned to eat the fruit, which helped them with starvation. And because the tree was from the grave of their King Barabas and it has crown just like their king, they named the tree after him: barabas, which in time they called bayabas.<br />
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The fruit is still called, as to this day, bayabas.<br />
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And although the guava may have came from the rude, selfish King Barabas, guava fruit is one of the fruits that offers many health benefits when consumed, the fruit is a good source of vitamin C. The leaves are made into tea and treats many diseases as well from a simple toothache, to treating diarrhea, lowering blood sugar, and many more. And it is used amongst young boys after their circumcision in the Philippines.</div>

The legend of the Guava

A long time ago, there's a king who ruled a rich, prosperous island. He had all the things a king could ever ask for: the power, the ...

12:50:00 am

The Headless Priest

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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">You might have heard about these creepy filipino myths from your great <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">Lolo </i>or <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">Lola </i>, that if you're about to cross somewhere forest-like or grassy, you must say "<i style="box-sizing: border-box;">Tabi-tabi po</i>" so that the <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">d</i><i style="box-sizing: border-box;">uwende</i> won't put a curse on you. Maybe you've also heard about turning your shirt upside down in order not to get lost in the forest by a scary <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">Tikbalang</i>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Then that means you already heard about this myth; if you haven't, then this myth will give you a chilly spine and you would be scared about staying outside in the night for too long.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Couple of years back then,
these headless priest rumors were a common thing in the Philippines which you can hear them in some urban areas, but are mostly from rural areas. This rumor did not only became popular, but it became one of the legends in their traditions and beliefs.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Many parents try telling this myth to  prevent their kids from playing outside in the night for too long and to discipline them about going home early when it's night time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">There are many versions of this myth and are pretty common. These lines such as:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">"<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: 700;">Sige! Makikita mo dyaan ang Pari na may putol na ulo."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">And another:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">"<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: 700;">Bahala ka dyaan, mamaya mumultuhin ka ng pari na may putol na ulo."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The subject about this myth talks about a priest who is described to be headless or beheaded, but it is understood that if a person sees one while roaming at the night time by himself/herself, something horrifiying would happen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">According to some people's knowledge and wiki searches, these headless priests came from the time of World War II in Philippines.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Priests were beheaded for random reasons in the period, but it was brutal and gruesome during those dark times of World War II,
There were a lot of incidents such as massacares, abuses, rape, and other crime cases.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Aside from rumors and dark histories, there were some people who encountered having paranormal experiences with the Headless Priest during night time in other places; it's scary and terrifiying to describe it for some who experienced it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Since we know about the Headless Priest, I would like to share a story of how my Godfather had a paranormal encounter with a Headless Priest during his childhood.</span></div>
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You might have heard about these creepy filipino myths from your great Lolo or Lola , that if you're about to cross somewhere fo...

12:48:00 am

Siopao Made of Cats

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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Cat meat is eaten as part of uncommon cuisines of Cantonese in China, Vietnam, and some rural Swiss cultures. In desperate times, people of other areas have been known to resort to cooking and eating cats. Cat meat was eaten, for example, during the famine in the Siege of Leningrad. In 1996, a place that served cat meat was supposedly discovered by the Argentine press in a shanty town in Rosario, but in fact the meal had been set up by media from Buenos Aires.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">(steamed bun), leading some Filipinos to name their pet cats "Siopao". The story tells that one of the restaurants in Quiapo, Manila City was caught throwing cut heads and body parts of street cats at the back. Some versions also said that they actually saw them cooking it. This urban legend began way back during the Japanese time when there was a scarcity of meat and lots of cats on the street.</span></span><br />
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Siopao Made of Cats

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12:10:00 am

The Philippine’s Legendary Aswang “Maria Labo “

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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">She had a good employer, who treated her well, but she did not know that here employer was a vampire. In the months she was employed, Maria was a combination maid and care giver to here employer. The employer of Maria would always provide her with half-cooked liver to eat.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">After months of working for him, Maria began to feel sick. She did not know that she had ingested some blood of her vampire employer. Due to her unknown illness, Maria decided to return home to the Philippines, to live with her family.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Before modern medicine and science, aswangs served to explain miscarriages and other maladies. Today, aside from entertainment value, Filipino mothers often tell their children aswang stories to keep them off the streets and keep them home at night.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Like UFO stories, aswang stories are one of the favorites of sensationalist tabloids, especially when there are grave robberies, kidnapped children, strange noises, people with eccentric or peculiar habits, and other bizarre incidents that can somehow be attributed to them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Stories of the aswang are popular in the Visayan region of the Philippines, especially in the western provinces of Capiz (a province on Panay Island), Iloilo and Antique.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Capiz, in particular, is singled out by tabloids as an area of high supernatural activity: a home to aswangs, manananggals, giant half-horse men (tikbalang) and other mythological creatures. Many of those who live in Capiz are superstitiously inclined, and adorn their homes with garlic bulbs, holy water and other objects believed to repel aswang.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Since the stories recount aswang eating unborn children, pregnancy is a time of great fear for superstitious Filipinos.</span></div>
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The Philippine’s Legendary Aswang “Maria Labo “

Maria Labo is from the province of Capiz. Maria Labo have a happy family she had a kind and loving husband and one son. Maria Labo ...

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Dead Patient on an Elevator

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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;">Many Filipinos believe in ghosts, and hospitals, being the place where there's always death, of course, they will think that a single hospital is home for hundreds of ghosts. </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;">There was this text message which could be an example of ghost in hospitals. No one knows if it actually happened or not but, for sure, it was just for the sake of enjoyment. Yet, it created goosebumps to the readers. </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;">It was my classmate who first told me this story. I can't forget the way she tells the legend. It really freaked me out. </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;">I'm not sure if this urban legend only circulated here in the Philippines. The oldest version can be traced in 1990's. This story was told in many dialects but the Visayan made another version of this. In Metro Manila, the most known versions used the University of Sto. Tomas and the Makati Medical Center as the setting of it. </span></div>
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Dead Patient on an Elevator

Many Filipinos believe in ghosts, and hospitals, being the place where there's always death, of course, they will think that a sin...

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Being Kidnapped by an Engkanto

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Engkantos, more commonly known as fairies in other parts of the world, are known by Filipinos to be whimsical and mischievous. When in a bad mood, they are said to inflict diseases and madness upon a human target and are held by some folks to be the cause of an unknown sickness being suffered by an otherwise healthy individual.<br />
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However, the most unsettling stories about engkantos are their penchant for kidnapping a human they are smitten with and then bringing their abductee into their realm. Accounts of being abducted by an engkanto are numerous across the archipelago and persists even in urban areas.<br />
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Although the belief in engkantos may have originated with our ancestors, a Jesuit named Francisco Demetrio also theorized that the fair-skinned engkantos actually were metaphors for Spanish friars who abducted and abused Filipina women.</div>

Being Kidnapped by an Engkanto

Engkantos, more commonly known as fairies in other parts of the world, are known by Filipinos to be whimsical and mischievous. When in a ...

11:27:00 pm

The Jeepney Ride

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An urban legend meant to showcase the hazards of riding a jeepney alone at night especially if you’re a girl, the story starts when a woman goes into a jeep without any passenger but herself and a driver at night.</div>
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When she asks to be dropped at her stop, the driver takes a glance at her through the rear view mirror and continues on driving. By this time, the girl is now worried that he might be planning something evil. After some time however, he finally drops her off at her stop.</div>
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Before she could hurriedly depart, the woman was told by the driver that she should immediately burn her clothes because when he looked at her through the mirror, she had no head—an omen signifying her death.</div>
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Mt. Cristobal (The Devil’s Mountain)

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If Mt. Banahaw is considered a holy mountain, then Mt. Cristobal is its total opposite. Located in Laguna, the mountain has been regarded as the <em style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“Devil’s Mountain”</em> by locals due to the countless horror stories and legends that pervade its slope.</div>
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It is reported that supernatural creatures roam the mountain while stories of foolhardy hikers trekking the mountain at night and disappearing without a trace are also abundant. Creepily, the devil himself is said to reside in the mountain.  Don’t take our word for it; hikers and tourists can attest to the eerie, otherworldly feeling whenever they go to that mountain</div>
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Mt. Cristobal (The Devil’s Mountain)

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The Legend of Mangoes

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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Once upon a time, there was a <span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD8" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; border-bottom-color: rgb(27 , 142 , 222); border-bottom-style: solid; border-width: 0px 0px 1px; color: rgb(27 , 142 , 222); cursor: pointer; display: inline; float: none; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 1px; position: static; vertical-align: baseline;">little boy</span> named Ben who had a wonderful heart. He is the son of Maria and Juan. Ben’s a kind and <span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD5" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; border-bottom-color: rgb(27 , 142 , 222); border-bottom-style: solid; border-width: 0px 0px 1px; color: rgb(27 , 142 , 222); cursor: pointer; display: inline; float: none; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 1px; position: static; vertical-align: baseline;">helpful</span> young lad who was nurtured well by his parents who have good hearts as well.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">One day, Ben saw a very old beggar and he took pity on him. So, Ben decided to <span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD6" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; border-bottom-color: rgb(27 , 142 , 222); border-bottom-style: solid; border-width: 0px 0px 1px; color: rgb(27 , 142 , 222); cursor: pointer; display: inline; float: none; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 1px; position: static; vertical-align: baseline;">invite</span> the old beggar into their humble home and he <span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD2" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; border-bottom-color: rgb(27 , 142 , 222); border-bottom-style: solid; border-width: 0px 0px 1px; color: rgb(27 , 142 , 222); cursor: pointer; display: inline; float: none; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 1px; position: static; vertical-align: baseline;">cooked food</span> and fed the old beggar until he could not eat anymore. Ben was not a rich boy but that did not stop him from helping this old beggar by serving him with the type of food that Ben’s family could only afford. After a sumptuous meal, the beggar thanked the young lad and bade him <span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD3" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; border-bottom-color: rgb(27 , 142 , 222); border-bottom-style: solid; border-width: 0px 0px 1px; color: rgb(27 , 142 , 222); cursor: pointer; display: inline; float: none; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 1px; position: static; vertical-align: baseline;">farewell</span>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">On another day, while Ben was looking for fire woods, he passed by an old man who was also very hungry. Ben took pity on him once more and without a doubt in his mind, he invited the old man back to their home and gave him food and some clothes that his father does not use anymore. Ben’s parents were happy that they have a son who has a <span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD4" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; border-bottom-color: rgb(27 , 142 , 222); border-bottom-style: solid; border-width: 0px 0px 1px; color: rgb(27 , 142 , 222); cursor: pointer; display: inline; float: none; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 1px; position: static; vertical-align: baseline;">heart of gold</span> like Ben.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Unfortunately, the time came that Ben suddenly got very ill. His parents were troubled and didn’t know what to do. But despite that, they persisted to have their son treated but to no avail, Ben died. His parents mourned over the loss of their only son. The next day, after Ben’s death, a beautiful fairy came to Ben’s wake and talked to his parents. She asked them to give her Ben’s heart. They agreed and gave it to her. The fairy then flew away and in a mountain, she dug and buried Ben’s dead heart. It then turned into a fruit-bearing tree whose fruits were in the shape of a heart and whose taste was so sweet. People were <span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD1" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; border-bottom-color: rgb(27 , 142 , 222); border-bottom-style: solid; border-width: 0px 0px 1px; color: rgb(27 , 142 , 222); cursor: pointer; display: inline; float: none; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 1px; position: static; vertical-align: baseline;">amazed</span> upon discovering this new type of fruit and when they tasted it they were happy as it’s the sweetest fruit they have ever tasted.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">From then till now, people enjoy the benefits of this wonderful fruit.</span></div>
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The Legend of Mangoes

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The Legend of Makhiya

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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">This is a legend that tells us about the origin of the touch-me-not (Mimosa Pudica) plant. It tells us how a girl named Maria was turned into a plant for her safety.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 16px;">Maria, a very shy girl, lived with her parents Mang Dondong and Aling Iska, in a small village. Maria would spend hours tending to her garden, which was renowned for its lovely flowers. One day, bandits raided the village, and fearing for her life, Maria's parents hid her in the garden. While Aling Iska was praying to God for her daughter's safety, the bandits broke into the house and hit them both on the head. After pillaging the house, the bandits fled.</span></div>
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The Legend of Makhiya

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The Legend of Sampaloc Lake

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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Sampolac Lake is the biggest lake in San Pablo, and it is named after a giant tamarind (sampolac) tree. Though there are many different versions of this legend, the basic premise remains the same.</span></span></div>
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The Legend of Sampaloc Lake

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Legend of Mount Mayon

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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Mount Mayon is an active volcano, named after Daragang Magayon, a beautiful girl in this legend. This is a tragic love triangle between Daragang Magayon, her lover Panginorin, and her admirer Pagtuga.</span></span></div>
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Panginorin, the chief of Karilaga, hearing of her beauty, decided to visit the Rawis, just to catch a glimpse of her. When he saw her, he was immediately smitten and courted her with much devotion. Touched by his affection, Magayon too fell in love. Panginorin, then, rammed a spear in front of her house, denoting his intention to marry her, as per the custom.</div>
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The wedding was just a few days away, when Pagtuga blackmailed Magayon that if she doesn't marry him, he will kill Makusog, her father. When Panginorin came to know of this, he attacked Pagtuga. The brutal fight ended when Pagtuga was slain by Panginorin. A joyous Magayon rushed to his side, when a stray arrow hit her. Panginorin too, was struck by a spear. Sadness spread over the entire kingdom, and the lovers were placed in a grave and buried.</div>
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As days past by, people noticed that the land on which Magayon and Panginorin were buried, was slowly rising, forming the Mount Mayon. The legend says that, now Panginorin lives in the clouds and Magayon in the mountain, and when the peak of Mayon is shrouded by clouds, the couple is kissing. The rain that follows this, is said to be the tears of Panginorin. Some days, the ground shakes, and they say, this is the angry Pagtuga trying to take his gifts back from Magayon.</div>
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Legend of Mount Mayon

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