Showing posts with label Education. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Education. Show all posts
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Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Rizal Day- December 30
December 30- Rizal day
Rizal Day is a Philippine national holiday commemorating the life and works of José Rizal, one of the Philippines' national heroes. It is celebrated every December 30, the day of Rizal's execution at Bagumbayan, now known as Rizal Park, in 1896.
HISTORY:
Rizal Day was first instituted with a decree from President Emilio Aguinaldo issued December 20, 1898 and celebrated December 30, 1898 as a national day of mourning for Rizal in Malolos, Bulacan and all victims of the Spanish colonial rule of the Philippines. Daet, Camarines Norte was the first town to follow the decree, building a monument designed by Lt. Col. Antonio Sanz, led by Sanz and Lt. Col. Ildefonso Alegre, and financed by the townfolk at Camarines Norte and the rest of the Bicol Region. Finished on February 1899, the three-tiered stone pylon inscribing Rizal's novels Noli Me Tangere and El Filibusterismo, and Morga, for Antonio de Morga, author of Sucesos de las islas Filipinas, a book about the early days of the Spanish colonization in the Philippines.
With the victory of the Americans against the Spaniards in the Spanish-American War, the Americans took control of the Philippines. In an effort to demonstrate that they were more pro-Filipino than the Spaniards, the American Governor-General William Howard Taft in 1901 named Rizal a Philippine national hero. A year later, on February 1, 1902, the Philippine Commission enacted Act No. 345, which made December 30 a public holiday.
To underscore the solemnity of the event, President Elpidio Quirino signed Republic Act No. 229 into law on June 9, 1948 that prohibits cockfighting, horse racing and jai-alai every December 30.
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This Pregnant Wife Left Her Husband Forever... Sounds Bad But I'm Completely With Her
This Pregnant Wife Left Her Husband Forever... Sounds Bad But I'm Completely With Her
This is powerful. You've probably seen a lot of news recently about domestic abuse. A brave woman who will remain unnamed for her safety recently came out with her story. While every story of abuse is sad, her's really struck me and you'll see why. She writes:
''They say you repeat what you know and that was certainly true for me. I grew up in a violent home and I desperately wanted someone to love me, someone to care about me, someone to protect me. And when I was 19, I thought I met that man.
At first it was like a fairytale - everything was included, even the handsome prince. Lots of girls noticed him, but he was only interested in me. He told me I was beautiful and showered me with attention, but just as fast as it came, suddenly, it all stopped.
I didn't understand what went wrong, but he outlined the problems in our relationship. I was spending too much time working and going to school and not enough time with him, he told me through tears. So I quit college that week. Then I quit my part-time job.
From that point on, it was a matter of what didn't suit him and how I would prove my love. I allowed him to control what I wore, how I would conduct myself and with whom I would associate. Violations would be met swiftly at first with threatened breakups and accusations that I was pushing him into the arms of other women.
The arguments were loud and threatening, but later, when he decided that I had caused him to go too far, he'd hold me in his arms and sob, 'I don't want us to fight, but if you didn't (fill in the blank).' He made it seem like it was my fault. He made it sound like I deserved these consequences.
But at this point, the pain only came with words.
The pushing and shoving began after we married. I would walk around almost as silent as a Trappist Monk so as not to raise his ire, but you could feel the tension in the home begin to rise. He had no problem letting me know how stupid I was or how much prettier some strange woman was than me.
And he wouldn't stop there. He would pick an argument, which eventually led to pushing and shoving or banging me against the wall. He'd then storm out of the house to be with his friends or another woman, leaving me all alone.
When he'd come back, the 'Honeymoon Phase' was in full force. He'd return with flowers, tender words and promises to change. Love is blind and it left me wondering why we had ever fought over such 'petty' things. It was during one of these honeymoon periods I got pregnant with our son.
At first, he was excited about the pregnancy - but in quick order that changed. I came home from work one day to find another woman in my house and the next thing I knew, I was thrown to the floor and kicked over and over. My crime? It was yelling at her.
Afterward, I was hardly able to move and I almost miscarried. He wouldn't take me to the hospital and instead, threw our phone over the balcony. I left a few days later when I felt well enough to get around and headed to my Grandma's house.
He arrived later to let me know he would take my baby from me if I didn't come home. Days later, through tears, he told me he'd kill himself if I didn't come back. He begged for a chance to be the husband and father he knew he could be.
But like everything else, that didn't last long. When I went home, I was not allowed access to the phone yet he would talk to his girlfriend, insulting me while on the phone with her, degrading the woman who carried his child.
If I complained, he'd get in my face and tell me that I was 'crazy,' he'd tell me that there was 'no girlfriend'. He'd say I was 'stupid to think anyone else would want me'. And then reminded me that I was 'lucky' to have him.
My son was born prematurely and had to remain in the hospital following his birth. My ex-husband used this to his advantage: He told me he'd use my son's prematurity to get custody of him in court.
That, coupled with my postpartum blues, a baby that almost died during birth and the verbal abuse I took day in and day out, made me think about killing myself. I felt like a failure.
The night he almost killed me, we were putting our bed frame together. The phone rang and since I'd been allowed phone privileges again, I reached for the phone. It was his girlfriend. I said, 'Please stop calling here,' and I began to cry as I slammed the phone down.
He demanded to know who was on the phone and I snapped, 'Your girlfriend that doesn't exist.' That was it. All bets were off.
He pushed me into the wall and my head bounced back toward him. The fact that my head bounced back angered him, so he pushed me down again.
He stood over me, kicking me, sometimes in the head but more often than not, he connected with my stomach, still tender from the stitches following my C-section.
I tried to crawl away, but he kept kicking and yelling at me. Somehow, I got up and I made a dash for the door. He came after me, aiming a slat from the metal bed frame we were putting together at my head. I tripped - by some miracle - and it missed, connecting instead with the wall just above me.
I still have a photo - years later - of that hole in the wall with my head next to it. I wanted to remember how close I had come.
I screamed, 'Please don't kill me.' I was bruised and bleeding and I prayed that he would just make his last blow - the final blow - quick. Instead, he stepped over me. He walked out screaming at me, 'Why can't you f*cking see what you do to me? Why do you have to push me like you do?'
He took off before the police got there. Back then, cops would not make an arrest unless they saw the abuse happening. The next day, I got a friend to help me grab as much as I could and I took off.
I took photos and filed charges. I thought I would never look back, but it was only a matter of time before he found me.
I had a week of respite before he called, begging me to come back. I refused to speak to him. A week had taught me that I couldn't live like this. I couldn't put a baby through this. And I didn't want to.
So, I got the courage from deep down inside - a new maternal courage, a gift, I assume, from my son - and began taking the baby steps towards my future. I worked two jobs and got an education degree. Every step I took was a step away from him, a step away from what could have been - a step away from what might have been.
I learned that I was stronger than I ever knew, but I wouldn't have been able to do it without my faith, family and friends who stood by me and encouraged me.
I cried as I wrote certain parts of this story, remembering the girl I once was: the girl who held little worth in her abilities. Despite all that happened, I will always believe it was the strength of living through this experience - and being a survivor - that has made me into the strong woman I am today.''
I'm incredibly moved by her words. This is an honest and frank reality which she bravely shared with us. If you or someone you know is suffering from domestic abuse, please do not hesitate to get the help and safety you need. There are many resources online that are available, if you're in the US, this is a good starting point: http://www.thehotline.org/
No one should ever have to put up with domestic abuse. If you've been a victim of abuse, we want you to know you're not alone. There are people who love and support you and please remember that it's not your fault in any way.
We wish this woman all the best and we're thankful she's out of that abusive situation. Share her powerful words with your friends today.
This is powerful. You've probably seen a lot of news recently about domestic abuse. A brave woman who will remain unnamed for her safety recently came out with her story. While every story of abuse is sad, her's really struck me and you'll see why. She writes:
''They say you repeat what you know and that was certainly true for me. I grew up in a violent home and I desperately wanted someone to love me, someone to care about me, someone to protect me. And when I was 19, I thought I met that man.
At first it was like a fairytale - everything was included, even the handsome prince. Lots of girls noticed him, but he was only interested in me. He told me I was beautiful and showered me with attention, but just as fast as it came, suddenly, it all stopped.
I didn't understand what went wrong, but he outlined the problems in our relationship. I was spending too much time working and going to school and not enough time with him, he told me through tears. So I quit college that week. Then I quit my part-time job.
From that point on, it was a matter of what didn't suit him and how I would prove my love. I allowed him to control what I wore, how I would conduct myself and with whom I would associate. Violations would be met swiftly at first with threatened breakups and accusations that I was pushing him into the arms of other women.
The arguments were loud and threatening, but later, when he decided that I had caused him to go too far, he'd hold me in his arms and sob, 'I don't want us to fight, but if you didn't (fill in the blank).' He made it seem like it was my fault. He made it sound like I deserved these consequences.
But at this point, the pain only came with words.
The pushing and shoving began after we married. I would walk around almost as silent as a Trappist Monk so as not to raise his ire, but you could feel the tension in the home begin to rise. He had no problem letting me know how stupid I was or how much prettier some strange woman was than me.
And he wouldn't stop there. He would pick an argument, which eventually led to pushing and shoving or banging me against the wall. He'd then storm out of the house to be with his friends or another woman, leaving me all alone.
When he'd come back, the 'Honeymoon Phase' was in full force. He'd return with flowers, tender words and promises to change. Love is blind and it left me wondering why we had ever fought over such 'petty' things. It was during one of these honeymoon periods I got pregnant with our son.
At first, he was excited about the pregnancy - but in quick order that changed. I came home from work one day to find another woman in my house and the next thing I knew, I was thrown to the floor and kicked over and over. My crime? It was yelling at her.
Afterward, I was hardly able to move and I almost miscarried. He wouldn't take me to the hospital and instead, threw our phone over the balcony. I left a few days later when I felt well enough to get around and headed to my Grandma's house.
He arrived later to let me know he would take my baby from me if I didn't come home. Days later, through tears, he told me he'd kill himself if I didn't come back. He begged for a chance to be the husband and father he knew he could be.
But like everything else, that didn't last long. When I went home, I was not allowed access to the phone yet he would talk to his girlfriend, insulting me while on the phone with her, degrading the woman who carried his child.
If I complained, he'd get in my face and tell me that I was 'crazy,' he'd tell me that there was 'no girlfriend'. He'd say I was 'stupid to think anyone else would want me'. And then reminded me that I was 'lucky' to have him.
My son was born prematurely and had to remain in the hospital following his birth. My ex-husband used this to his advantage: He told me he'd use my son's prematurity to get custody of him in court.
That, coupled with my postpartum blues, a baby that almost died during birth and the verbal abuse I took day in and day out, made me think about killing myself. I felt like a failure.
The night he almost killed me, we were putting our bed frame together. The phone rang and since I'd been allowed phone privileges again, I reached for the phone. It was his girlfriend. I said, 'Please stop calling here,' and I began to cry as I slammed the phone down.
He demanded to know who was on the phone and I snapped, 'Your girlfriend that doesn't exist.' That was it. All bets were off.
He pushed me into the wall and my head bounced back toward him. The fact that my head bounced back angered him, so he pushed me down again.
He stood over me, kicking me, sometimes in the head but more often than not, he connected with my stomach, still tender from the stitches following my C-section.
I tried to crawl away, but he kept kicking and yelling at me. Somehow, I got up and I made a dash for the door. He came after me, aiming a slat from the metal bed frame we were putting together at my head. I tripped - by some miracle - and it missed, connecting instead with the wall just above me.
I still have a photo - years later - of that hole in the wall with my head next to it. I wanted to remember how close I had come.
I screamed, 'Please don't kill me.' I was bruised and bleeding and I prayed that he would just make his last blow - the final blow - quick. Instead, he stepped over me. He walked out screaming at me, 'Why can't you f*cking see what you do to me? Why do you have to push me like you do?'
He took off before the police got there. Back then, cops would not make an arrest unless they saw the abuse happening. The next day, I got a friend to help me grab as much as I could and I took off.
I took photos and filed charges. I thought I would never look back, but it was only a matter of time before he found me.
I had a week of respite before he called, begging me to come back. I refused to speak to him. A week had taught me that I couldn't live like this. I couldn't put a baby through this. And I didn't want to.
So, I got the courage from deep down inside - a new maternal courage, a gift, I assume, from my son - and began taking the baby steps towards my future. I worked two jobs and got an education degree. Every step I took was a step away from him, a step away from what could have been - a step away from what might have been.
I learned that I was stronger than I ever knew, but I wouldn't have been able to do it without my faith, family and friends who stood by me and encouraged me.
I cried as I wrote certain parts of this story, remembering the girl I once was: the girl who held little worth in her abilities. Despite all that happened, I will always believe it was the strength of living through this experience - and being a survivor - that has made me into the strong woman I am today.''
I'm incredibly moved by her words. This is an honest and frank reality which she bravely shared with us. If you or someone you know is suffering from domestic abuse, please do not hesitate to get the help and safety you need. There are many resources online that are available, if you're in the US, this is a good starting point: http://www.thehotline.org/
No one should ever have to put up with domestic abuse. If you've been a victim of abuse, we want you to know you're not alone. There are people who love and support you and please remember that it's not your fault in any way.
We wish this woman all the best and we're thankful she's out of that abusive situation. Share her powerful words with your friends today.
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
7 ways stress can be good for you...
While chronic stress can damage your cognitive and physical health, these seven studies show how short-term or moderate stress can actually be healthy for your mind and body.
1. Lowers your risk of premature death — if you have the right attitude. A 2013 study found that participants who reported that they were under a lot of stress but didn’t feel that it affected their health had a lower risk for premature death than both those who perceived their stress as a health hazard, and those who felt barely any stress at all!
2. Boosts production of neurons that improve performance. In an animal study, putting mice under mild stress caused the release of stress hormones, which spurred the growth of new neurons. Two weeks later those new neurons appeared to improve the mice’s performance on learning tests.
3. Strengthens your immune system. Short bursts of stress cause the release of hormones which send a message to immune cells to go from a resting to a ready state — even before a wound or infection.
4. Makes you friendlier. In a 2012 study, participants were either put in a stressful or control situation and afterwards paired up to play a series of games. During game play, those who had recently been in the stressful situation showed more prosocial behaviors, like trust and sharing, than the control group.
5. Improves your ability to learn. After spending 60 seconds with their hands in a bucket of ice (a stressful condition), men performed better on learning tests than an unstressed group.
6. Improves your memory. Researchers found that the brains of rats put under a moderate amount of stress showed an increase in the neurotransmitter glutamine, which is known to improve working memory. In tests four hours later and one day later the stressed rats made fewer mistakes navigating a maze.
7. Gets you in touch with your instincts. A study required people to give a presentation, give a five minute interview and count backwards by 13 in front of a group of judges. The more stressed out participants reported being, the better they performed on a task where they had to ignore details and trust their instincts.
1. Lowers your risk of premature death — if you have the right attitude. A 2013 study found that participants who reported that they were under a lot of stress but didn’t feel that it affected their health had a lower risk for premature death than both those who perceived their stress as a health hazard, and those who felt barely any stress at all!
2. Boosts production of neurons that improve performance. In an animal study, putting mice under mild stress caused the release of stress hormones, which spurred the growth of new neurons. Two weeks later those new neurons appeared to improve the mice’s performance on learning tests.
3. Strengthens your immune system. Short bursts of stress cause the release of hormones which send a message to immune cells to go from a resting to a ready state — even before a wound or infection.
4. Makes you friendlier. In a 2012 study, participants were either put in a stressful or control situation and afterwards paired up to play a series of games. During game play, those who had recently been in the stressful situation showed more prosocial behaviors, like trust and sharing, than the control group.
5. Improves your ability to learn. After spending 60 seconds with their hands in a bucket of ice (a stressful condition), men performed better on learning tests than an unstressed group.
6. Improves your memory. Researchers found that the brains of rats put under a moderate amount of stress showed an increase in the neurotransmitter glutamine, which is known to improve working memory. In tests four hours later and one day later the stressed rats made fewer mistakes navigating a maze.
7. Gets you in touch with your instincts. A study required people to give a presentation, give a five minute interview and count backwards by 13 in front of a group of judges. The more stressed out participants reported being, the better they performed on a task where they had to ignore details and trust their instincts.
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Nasty Woman Doesn't Let A Tired Soldier Sit... Until He Gets His Own Revenge!
Nasty Woman Doesn't Let A Tired Soldier Sit... Until He Gets His Own Revenge!
She was mean and nasty... but I laughed so hard afterwards! Soldiers deserve a lot of love and respect - they put their lives on the line to fight for our freedom and our causes. Even though we recognize the truly special soldiers are heroes, in my mind, every member who has served is a special hero to me.
Unfortunately not everyone feels the same way. When a tired soldier was wanting some rest after a tiring deployment, he was met with a mean and nasty lady on the train who shouted and berated him... wait till you see what happens!
Monday, October 20, 2014
most unexpected taxi ride...
This Was The Most Unexpected Taxi Ride Ever... I've Got Goosebumps Everywhere Now
The cab driver was on his final customer... he didn't see this coming. When we think about life, oftentimes we think about OUR life. But we share this beautiful planet with 7.125 billion others meaning there are a LOT of other people in this world.
This cabbie in New York recently picked up a passenger at the end of his shift - things weren't going to plan at all... but it was perfect. You'll see why...
What a great reminder that life is not always about us... treasure every moment you have with your loved ones. Share this with your friends today - you never know who might need to see this.
The cab driver was on his final customer... he didn't see this coming. When we think about life, oftentimes we think about OUR life. But we share this beautiful planet with 7.125 billion others meaning there are a LOT of other people in this world.
This cabbie in New York recently picked up a passenger at the end of his shift - things weren't going to plan at all... but it was perfect. You'll see why...
What a great reminder that life is not always about us... treasure every moment you have with your loved ones. Share this with your friends today - you never know who might need to see this.
Friday, October 17, 2014
Upset Mother Just Wrote A Letter To All Young Girls Posting Photos Online
This Upset Mother Just Wrote A Letter To All Young Girls Posting Photos Online. And It's Brilliant
Kimberly Hall noticed her son's female friends were posting very provocative photos so she recently wrote an eye-opening letter to them... she writes:
''Dear girls,
I have some information that might interest you. Last night, as we sometimes do, our family sat around the dining-room table and looked through the summer's social media photos.
We have teenage sons, and so naturally there are quite a few pictures of you lovely ladies to wade through. Wow - you sure took a bunch of selfies in your skimpy pj's this summer! Your bedrooms are so cute! Our eight-year-old daughter brought this to our attention, because with three older brothers who have rooms that smell like stinky cheese, she notices girly details like that.
I think the boys notice other things. For one, it appears that you are not wearing a bra.
I get it - you're in your room, so you're heading to bed, right? But then I can't help but notice the red carpet pose, the extra-arched back, and the sultry pout. What's up? None of these positions is one I naturally assume before sleep, this I know.
So, here's the bit that I think is important for you to realize. If you are friends with a Hall boy on Facebook or Instagram or Twitter, then you are friends with the whole Hall family.
Please know that we genuinely like staying connected with you this way. We enjoy seeing things through your unique and colorful lens. You are insightful, interesting, and often very, very funny - which is what makes your latest self-portrait so extremely unfortunate.
That post doesn't reflect who you are at all! We think you are lovely, and smart. But, we had to cringe and wonder what you were trying to do? Who are you trying to reach? What are you trying to say?
And now - big bummer - we have to block your posts. Because, the reason we have these (sometimes awkward) family conversations around the table is that we care about our sons, just as we know your parents care about you.
I know your family would not be thrilled at the thought of my teenage boys seeing you only in your towel. Did you know that once a male sees you in a state of undress, he can't quickly un-see it? You don't want the world to see you primarily in this sexual way, do you?
Neither do we: we're all more than that.
And so, in our house, there are no second chances with pics like that, ladies. We have a zero tolerance policy. I know, so lame. But, if you want to stay friendly with our sons online, you'll have to keep your clothes on, and your posts decent. If you post a sexy selfie (we all know the kind), or an inappropriate YouTube video - even once - it's curtains.
I know that sounds so old-school, but we are hoping to raise men with a strong moral compass, and men of integrity don't linger over pictures of scantily clad high-school girls.
Every day I pray for the women my boys will love. I hope they will be drawn to real beauties, the kind of women who will leave them better people in the end. I also pray that my sons will be worthy of this kind of woman, that they will be patient, and act honorably, while they wait for her.
Girls, it's not too late. If you think you've made an on-line mistake (we all do), run to your accounts and take down the closed-door bedroom selfies that makes it too easy for friends to see you in only one dimension.
Will you trust me? There are boys out there waiting and hoping for women of character. Some young men are fighting the daily uphill battle to keep their minds clear, and their thoughts praiseworthy - just like you.
You are growing into a real beauty, inside and out.
Act like her, speak like her, post like her.
Mrs. Hall''
Wow! This is powerful. Do you think Kimberly's views are correct or do you think she's overbearing on her kids' friendships? I know not everyone will agree with her but I do - women are so much more valuable than just for their bodies - it's time someone spoke up and I'm glad Kimberly did. You can see more of her writings at her website: http://givenbreath.com/
If you agree with her words today, please share them with your friends.
Thursday, October 16, 2014
to all women...
To the women: just because a man likes it, doesn't mean that respects it. There's nothing honorable about 1000 likes from a flock of man who are staring at yout butt, breasts, thighs, duckfaces and tongue lashes; imagining what they'd do to you in bed. You're no longer a woman in their eyes, you're an object, a piece of meat, a vein imagination in the mind of a luster. You want to be sexy and feel beautiful, I get it. But being respected and loved should mean more. Beauty is in modesty and a man won't love a woman he can't respect. "DON'T BELIEVE THE LIKES" -anonymous
Friday, October 10, 2014
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
acupressure
Acupressure [from Latin acus "needle" (see acuity) + pressure (n.)] is an alternative medicine technique similar in principle to acupuncture. It is based on the concept of life energy which flows through "meridians" in the body.
Monday, October 6, 2014
5th of October: World TEACHERS' Day
HAPPY TEACHERS DAY------THANK YOU!!!
In many countries, Teacher's Days (or Teachers Day) are intended to be special days for the appreciation of teachers, and may include celebrations to honour them for their special contributions in a particular field area, or the community in general. The date on which Teachers' day is celebrated varies from country to country. Teachers' days are distinct from World Teachers' Day which is officially celebrated across the world on October 5.
The idea of celebrating Teachers' Day took ground in many countries during the 20th century; in most cases, they celebrate a local educator or an important milestone in education (for example, Argentina commemorates Domingo Faustino Sarmiento's death on September 11 since 1915, while India celebrates Dr. Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan's birthday on September 5 since 1962). This is the primary reason why countries celebrate this day on different dates, unlike many other International Days.
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October 5
By Presidential Proclamation No. 479 to honour more than 500,000 teachers nationwide. However, in the Philippines Teachers' Day is actually celebrated in schools between the months of September and October (mainly elementary and secondary levels). Teachers are presented with orchid corsages by students. Groups of students representing various grade levels perform short skits or song and dance numbers, or read poetry for their teachers in front of fellow schoolmates in school-wide activities. These activities are planned by senior students in the Student Council who coordinate the activities well in advance.
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For Filipino-Chinese schools, a program is usually organized by students for teachers on September 27, while September 28, considered as the actual Teachers' Day, is a school holiday where both teachers and students are allowed to rest. September 28 was chosen because it is known as the birthdate of famous Chinese philosopher Confucius.
Thursday, October 2, 2014
OCTOBER: MONTH OF HOLY ROSARY
October: Month of the Holy Rosary.
The month of October each year is dedicated to the Most Holy Rosary. The month of October each year is dedicated to the Most Holy Rosary. This is primarily due to the fact that the liturgical feast of Our Lady of the Rosary is celebrated annually on October 7th.
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The month of October each year is dedicated to the Most Holy Rosary. The month of October each year is dedicated to the Most Holy Rosary. This is primarily due to the fact that the liturgical feast of Our Lady of the Rosary is celebrated annually on October 7th.
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
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Monday, September 8, 2014
About Sergio Osmeña, Sr.
September 9, 2012 is Osmeña Day, a SPECIAL NON-WORKING HOLIDAY in honor of the late President Sergio S. Osmeña Sr.
Sergio Osmeña, Sr., Governor of Cebu (1904-1907) and the 4th President of the Republic of the Philippines (1944-1946)
Sergio Osmeña y Suico (9 September 1878 – 19 October 1961) was a politician of Chinese Filipino who served as the 4th President of the Philippines from 1944 to 1946. He was Vice President under Manuel L. Quezon, and rose to the presidency upon Quezon’s death in 1944, being the oldest Philippine president to hold office at age 65. A founder of Nacionalista Party, he was the first Visayan to become President of the Philippines.
Prior to his succession to the Presidency in 1944, Osmeña served as Governor of Cebu from 1901–1907, Member and Speaker of the Philippine House of Representatives from 1907–1922, and Senator from the 10th Senatorial District for thirteen years, in which capacity he served as Senate President pro tempore. In 1935, he was nominated to be the running-mate of Senate President Manuel L. Quezon for the presidential election that year. The tandem was overwhelmingly re-elected in 1941.
Osmeña is the patriarch of the prominent Osmeña family, which includes his son (former Senator Sergio Osmeña, Jr.) and his grandsons (senators Sergio Osmeña III and John Henry Osmeña), ex-governor Lito Osmeña and Cebu City mayor Tomas Osmeña.
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