Batman NOT Forever

Everything has an end.

Nothing is permanent in this world.

Even permanent marker can still be erased.

Same as Batman

He is not forever

Because as time passes by

He would be lost from our memories

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New Zealand Earthquake

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A 6.3 magnitude quake shook the South Island of New Zealand and its largest City, Christchurch, last Tuesday at about 12:50 PM local time.

Base on reports, there was 75 people confirmed dead and 300 were still missing.

JP Morgan analyst Michael Huttner estimated that mostly probably, the total damage would be about $12 Billlion. As of this, New Zealand Prime Minister John Key has declared that the quake is a national disaster.

When reports sent out, Hundreds of troops, police and emergency workers rushed to the site rescue the survivors and all affected people. The government even sent sniffer dogs over concrete slabs. Other countries in Asia like Japan, even Australia, United States and Britain rushed in along with military field hospital and workers to help on repairing those that were damaged such as power lines, waters, phone lines in all corners of the City with the population of 350, 000 people.

Police superintendent Russell Gibson said that the last survivor was rescued and pulled out lasst Wednesday at 2:00 PM and no body or survivor has been found since then. Gibson also said that it would be a long day of rescuing but the rescuers didn't lost their hope of finding more survivors.

As of this, Officials told people to avoid showering or even flushing toilets, saying the damaged sewer system was at risk of failing. School classes in the city were suspended, and residents advised to stay home. Residents don't need to worry of their daily supplies to last for the gorvenrment stationed tanker trucks at 14 spots throughout the city where they could come to fill their buckets and bottles, and can support some but most of their basic needs. But officials asked the people to catch and save rainwaters.

Coco Palms Resort

Come and enjoy Danao Coco Palms Resort whether for overnight stay in our rooms at affordable rates, or as a day guest to enjoy our pool, slide, kayaks, deep sea snorkeling and other fun activities.

Coco Palms Resort is just one of the beautiful spots or resorts that can be found in Cebu, Philippines. Coco Palms Resort is located at Km. 31, Sabang, Danao City, Cebu, Philippines.

Everything is so affordable. Their entrance fee is only Php150.00. You can also choose to stay overnight or day use only. For overnight, you can rent their relaxing room which would only cost you Php 1, 980.00. But if you want to rent a room even if you'll just stay there for a day, then that would only cost you Php 900.00.

Rooms Rate:

Overnight: Php 1, 980.00
Day Use: Php 900.00

Cottage Rate: Php 500.00

You can also enjoy their pool, slide, kayaks, deep sea snorkeling and other fun activities.

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Saksi ang Dagat

Saksi ang Dagat

(-redge-)

Saksi ang dagat sa ating pag-iibigan

Kaya dito tayo nagsumpaan

Sumpaan ng ating pag-iibigang tunay

Na tayo'y magmamahalan hanggang sa kabilang buhay

Kahit na tayo'y paghiwalayin ng sibat

Magmamahalan pa rin tayo ng tapat

Kahit magunaw pa ang mundo

Magmamahalan pa rin tayo

Pero hinding-hindi natin maiiwasan

Pasubok sa ating buhay ay dadaan

Pasubok na napakahirap tanggapin

Lalo na kung ang minamahal mo ang kukunin

Dahil sa subrang pagdaramdam

Gusto kong masukat ang tunay na nararamdaman

Isang paraan para malaman ko ang sukat

Ito'y ang paghanap sa dulo ng saksing dagat

Paid By a Glass of Milk

One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house.

However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk.

He drank it slowly, and then asked, "How much do I owe you?" "You don't owe me anything," she replied. "Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness." He said... "Then I thank you from my heart."

As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.

Year's later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation.

When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room. Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the case.

After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, and then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all.
Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill. She read these words... "Paid in full with one glass of milk" Signed: Dr. Howard Kelly.

Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: "Thank You, God, that Your love has spread abroad through human hearts and hands.”

Partner for a Lifetime

Things to look for in a partner:

1. Pleasing PESOnality
2. Good CARacterristics
3. Good family BANKground
4. Good MONEYrism
5. Of course, very CASHual

Difference between friend and best friend

Friend: calls your parents by mr. and mrs.
Best friend: calls your parents dad & mom or tito & tita.

Friend: has never seen you cry
Best friend: has always has the best shoulder to cry on

Friend: never asks for anything to eat or drink
Best friend: opens the fridge & makes herself at home

Friend: asks you to write down your number.
Best friend: they ask you for their number (cuz they can't remember it)

Friend: borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back.
Best friend: has a closet full of your stuff

Friend: only knows a few things about you
Best friend:could write a biography on your life story

Friend: will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing
Best friend: will always go with you

Friend: will ask where you've been (after going AWOL)
Best Friend: will say MISS YOU & goes on being your friend

Friend: would delete this letter
Best friend: will send this back to me and all of their online buddies

Dead Love

My spirit was somewhat levitated in mid- air as the bus that we are in cruised the concrete roadbed towards May's hometown. And why not? I was about to ask the hand of the girl who means everything to me from his parents.

"It won't be long now." May teased me with that familiar grin. "We are almost there. So if you have some thoughts to back out, make up your mind now, he- he!" Her face always seems to light up whenever she do that and it never fails to melt my heart all the time..

"Well, you should've not put that shotgun on my rib side in the first place." I retorted as I pulled her close to me. The open window made her hair flow with the wind and it made me gazed at her with amazement. Her hair glowed from the sun's mid- afternoon streak that it almost like as if God sprinkled a thousand tiny stars on them. I pulled her closer to smell that scent which I think was God's distinct gift to women while I gently caressed her soft, almost fragile arm skin.

"I love you." I whispered with a deep exhale of breath.

"I love you." She answered in a voice that is so relaxed and so secured that it almost sounded like a hush. Her eyes closed while saying that as I kissed her tenderly in the forehead.

May and I met by chance in the most awkward way. I was running down the corridor in our school in one rainy day, late for my Psychology class. The pavement had become so slippery that I instantly slipped and went cascading in the wet floor for a meter or so. With dirt all over my jeans and my buttocks numbed by the impact, I struggled to be on my feet not minding other students, which by that time were already looking at me.

I was dusting dirt with my pale hand when suddenly someone voiced "Here. You can use this instead."

It was a girl, handing out her handkerchief to me. About five feet three inches in height, her long hair hang maybe a foot below her shoulder and she got the sweetest smile I've ever seen in my entire life. Her grin was so soothing and contagious that it was impossible not to smile back. Right there and then, I knew I have found the woman I was born to love forever.

Since then a day would not be complete without May. She had these fascinating traits that will make a man fall in love with her over and over again. Her sweetness and kindness are the ones that touched me most. Especially when she praises my clay sculptures. It made me believe that I can be somebody someday. Those compliments made me strive more in my studies and work hard to become the best in my class. There were no dull moments with May. Its maybe because she got this charming sense of humor that didn't ever fell short on making me lighter inside during a bad mood or a problematic situation. She's a teaser too. Sometimes, it made me crazy (I'm talking sarcastic) when she's doing what she liked best to do to me-- biting my ear. I get very irritated for a moment but afterwards we'll be together laughing with our stomach out.

"God! I love this crazy woman." I would always say as I reach out to hug her tight. Even during dates, peanuts and a single pale of large coke will do for us. After all, it's the warmth of personal closeness and attachment that counts. We will just substitute all the fun with laughter.

The most unforgettable experience I had with May is that when she decided for the first time that she will make love to me. We were almost six months together then. It was in my dormitory in one of that stormy, rainy night. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever given me and I know I will cherish it for the rest of my life. Well, I had made love to some women before but May was different. Aside from being physically attractive, May is the first woman (and maybe the last) that I had in bed which I'm truly, madly, deeply in- love with. I couldn't imagine the sensation I felt that time. And I had no other outlet to manifest that feeling but to cry. We both wept for about two minutes before we pick ourselves and started to spoke.

"I love you. Thank you for giving me this gift. I know this is wrong but.."

"Shhh..." May patted my lips with her index finger. "Don't say that. We are in love, right? How can it be wrong if we did it out of love? It's the society that made it wrong. Its taboo rules are the ones that made it wrong. When everything falls down and all turn to pieces, its love that all that matters, Ron. It's all that matters today, And it's all that will matter forever." Her wide- mindedness and sense liberalism made me even admire her more.

When we graduated, May, a social worker was assigned in a town in the north side while I stayed in Cebu as an advertising strategist in an Advertising company. We just see each other once or twice weekly and it made me missed her a lot. This longing made me decide that we should get married already.

She was standing in front of the main passage of Ayala center when I approached her. She had never changed. The same old lady that I can risk of going to hell just to defend.

Without a warning, and with all the awe of all the passersby, I kneel with my right knee in front of her opening the box in my hand which contained the diamond ring that I laid- away in my friend's pawnshop for about six months.

"Will you risk spending your whole life with me?" I asked in very nervous voice. I know this is a turning point in our lives and any answer from May's mouth would change our lives forever. "I can't promise you all the things that money can buy, but I can promise you this: I will love you as long as I live."

I didn't expect what May did next. She reached my hand, made me get up, and hugged me-- crying! "Yes, I will... I will!" She said in between sobs. People around us clapped. They had witnessed a good show.

My reminiscence was cut short by the shouts of the other passengers. And reality faced me-- A ten- wheeler cargo truck appeared to be out of control and is heading towards the bus that we were riding and was about to collide with it! Terror enveloped my mind but in a quarter of a second there's only one thing that I was thinking-- to secure May!

I suddenly grasped May but before I can shield my body on her, the two vehicles have collided, its impact tossing us hurling from our seats. Darkness envelops me thereafter.

When I woke up, May's father was in my side. I had a broken arm and my head was bandaged. "I'm glad you woke up". Her father uttered. "May is waiting for you."

Even still very weak, I struggled to see May which was in Intensive Care Unit. Her skull was fractured and there was a lump of steel in her lungs, the doctor later said. I almost died myself seeing May suffer. Though I crumbled inside, I still tried so hard to be strong because I know that's what May wants me to. She can still speak and we talked slowly for quite a time before I was sent back to my room to rest. She was still full of compassion and charm even with the situation she had. She was worried about my head when in fact she was the one who has more damage than I am. I don't know if I can handle that selfless way that May was having. She was extraordinary.

The next morning, I rose and see that May's brothers were around me. All faces were gloomy. Before May's eldest sibling has begun to spoke, I knew May has already left me forever. Her family was already living for hours with the devastating knowledge that their precious only- one girl was dead.

In the Intensive care Unit, her parents were sitting in inexpressible grief beside their dead daughter's body. They touched her in disbelief. Her father was in tears, asking why he had not been taken since he is the one old.

I do not know what was worst. Her parents were totally shattered. Jim, his best- pal brother, wandered around in tearful disbelief. Paul, who was later supposed to play for his junior basketball team in a championship game, suddenly lost forever his most faithful fan. Never before had I experienced grief so physically tangible that it made me nauseated and light- headed.

Then I was alone with her. And the truth finally penetrated. I bawled like a baby, embracing May's corpse hoping my warm arms can rose her up from death. "I'm sorry." I said weeping heavily. "I haven't been able to defend you. This worthless person has not done anything to save you! I'm sorry! Hu- hu- hu!" But to no vain. I took her cold hands in mine. They were clinched in final resistance. Golden hands, I thought. She was a gifted Social worker. She had warmed other people's hearts, given poor children toys, helped those hopeless people in the hinterlands. Those were the hands that cooked the finest beef steaks I've ever tasted too. The hands that came to stand beside me and always in my shoulders everytime I encountered adversities in life.

Five days later, We made a quite funeral for May. All the people who loved her were there. Her friends, even in far places had come too. We spoke one by one on how we terribly missed her before finally laying her beside her grandmother's tomb. When it was my turn to speak, I had asked all of May's brothers for their most special memory of May. As I related all the memories and anecdotes, and as Eric Clapton's "Tears in Heaven" played in the air, I saw the tear- stained faces smiling tenderly. May had been one of a kind. I also asked forgiveness to the whole family for not being able to save May. "But I still feel fortunate for I have kissed her seconds before the accident happened. And I will carry that distinctive memory forever as long as I lived."

Before we left, I put a standing clay sculpture on top of her grave. I know she liked it very much. I looked at the beautiful face in the picture frame beaming back at me. She will never become older than this
lightly- sunburned, smiling lady in the high summer of her life.

May was gone. Physically, that is. Because in my heart and in the hearts of those who loved her, she will always have a place to live. Her life will never be forgotten. Her memories will always linger. And by thinking of those sweet cherished memories again, May will be there again-- With me. Laughing and smiling as she always does, making jokes, teasing me and loving me. Yes, I know she will always be with me.

In that short talk that we had in the evening before she died, May asked me a question. "Will you love me for the rest of my life, Ron?" Her voice was very thin and fatigued, but still managed to say the words in a sweet manner.

"No... I won't." I answered May with obvious pain inside me, my tears slowly blinding my sight, but I managed to force myself on smiling. "...Because I will love you for the rest of mine."

Letter From God

She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: 'How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?'

The surgeon said, 'I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it.'

Sally said, 'Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?'

The surgeon asked, 'Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university.'

Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. 'Would you like a lock of his hair?' the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.

The mother said, 'It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. 'I said no at first, but Jimmy said, ' Mom , I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom .' She went on, 'My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.'

Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car.

The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.

She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She lay down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.

It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying beside her on the bed was a folded letter.. The letter said:

_________________________________________________________________

Dear Mom ,


I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say 'I Love You'. I will always love you, Mom , even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know.

Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom ? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom ? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you . God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'where was He when I needed him?' 'God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.

Oh, by the way, Mom , no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore the cancer is all gone.. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?

Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.

The Son

A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art... They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art. 

When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.

About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands. He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much.. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.' The father Opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting.

The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture.. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.' The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.

The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.

On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'

There was silence..

Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.'

But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid fo r this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'

Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandts. Get on with the    Real bids!'

But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'

 Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime ! gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting...' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
 
'We have $10, who will bid $20?'
   
'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'
  
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.
  
They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
 
The aucti oneer pounded the gavel. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'

A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!'

The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'

'What about the paintings?'
  
'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time.. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.

The man who took the son gets everything!'

God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: 'The son, the son, who'll take the son?'

Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.


FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE

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