My Last Visit in Manila, Philippines

Its been glad that i finally made a visit to Philippines. My friends(Ab,Bernard,Oliver) and I really enjoyed the journey and fell in Love with that places..but i do feel that our hometown is still the best in all aspects of development and peoples. Actually we just exploring the small Manila and had a flash view in Makati(if im not mistaken its name)..Thanks to the taxi driver for brought us there. ..ok,thats enuf. Im not a good writer..but i would like to highlite here that Manila is a great place to 'shopping' some peoples say 'Heaven of shopaholic'..haha.Just enjoy the Picture..can't uplod all the pic coz this line is damn slow like tortoise

At D'Jose Rizal Park

The list of prices

One of the front church in Manila..

Clark's Airport..we were landed here

Inside of the old Church and its very Big and classic

Church in Manila..i forgot the name of it

A Famosa look alike..hehe..one of the historical places in Downtown Manila

I deeply extremely Love My Friends..

"Keep Your Fork"

"Keep Your Fork"
There was a woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things "in order," she contacted her pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. The woman also requested to be buried with her favorite Bible. Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when the woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.
"There's one more thing," she said excitedly. "What's that?" came the pastor's reply. "This is very important," the woman continued. "I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand."
The pastor stood looking at the woman, not knowing quite what to say. "That surprises you, doesn't it?" the woman asked. "Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said the pastor. The woman explained. "In all my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.' It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance! So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder "What's with the fork?'. Then I want you to tell them: "Keep your fork - the best is yet to come".
The pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She KNEW that something better was coming. At the funeral people were walking by the woman's casket and they saw the pretty dress she was wearing and her favorite Bible and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the pastor heard the question "What's with the fork?" And over and over he smiled. During his message, the pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. The pastor told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either. He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork, let it remind you, oh so gently, that the best is yet to come.
Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.

Free my mind (Im done…)

Huh, finally im done wif dis music asgmt. Oouww..it isn’t mine actually. Some1 had asked me 2 do dat, not 4 free but wif payment. It’s a little bit tired to complete it and I used a lot of energy to find the info of d topic.hehe..Well, im not really exposed wif music in detail o specifically just in general. But I learned something new. The music history is really great to know. People always talk about Beethoven, Chopin, Berg & etc. There’s nothing in my mind when music lover love Beethoven works badly. Now I knew a few inch of knowledge.hehehe..intresting..

Dis asgmt made me realize something. Music always bring our soul to the highest level that human being cannot reach it..hehe. What im trying to say is, music influence our emotion in many ways. It can heal our soul.. but trust me, don’t try it on ur wound..haha. never listen a sad song when you broke up wif some1..its d last choice u shud do..hahaha. talk about music..i just rembr a song that i used to sing it last tym in English class..it was a few years ago.while im studying in matrix..the title of the song is ‘Let the music heal ur soul’..Am I rite? Shame on me..its embarrassing..fui..haha.ok2..enuf wif dis ‘cerita lama’..uwaa..feel sleepy. I’ll be back..God Bless^^

26 Angels

Have you ever felt the urge to pray for someone and then just put it on a list and said, "I'll pray for them later."? Or has anyone ever called you and said, "I need you to pray or me, I have this need."? Read the following story that was sent to me and may it change the way that you may think about prayer and also the way you pray. You will be blessed by this. A missionary on furlough told this true story while visiting his home church in Michigan.

"While serving at a small field hospital in Africa, every two weeks I traveled by bicycle through the jungle to a nearby city for supplies. This was a journey of two days and required camping overnight at the halfway point. On one of these journeys, I arrived in the city where I planned to collect money from a bank, purchase medicine and supplies, and then begin my two-day journey back to the field hospital. Upon arrival in the city, I observed two men fighting, one of whom had been seriously injured. I treated him for his injuries and at the same time talked to him about the Lord. I then traveled two days, camping overnight, and arrived home without incident. The pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor, and not knowing what else to do but postpone the Christmas Eve service, headed home. On the way he noticed that a local business was having a flea market sale for charity so he stopped in. One of the items was a beautiful, hand-made, ivory colored, crochet table cloth with exquisite work, fine colors and a cross embroidered right in the center. Two weeks later I repeated my journey. Upon arriving in the city, I was approached by the young man I had treated. He told me that he had known I carried money and medicines. He said, "Some friends and I followed you into the jungle, knowing you would camp overnight. We planned to kill you and take your money and drugs. But just as we were about to move into your camp, we saw that you were surrounded by 26 armed guards." At this I laughed and said that I was certainly all alone in that jungle campsite. The young man pressed the point, however, and said, "No sir, I was not the only person to see the guards. My five friends also saw them, and we all counted them. It was because of those guards that we were afraid and left you alone." At this point in the sermon, one of the men in the congregation jumped to his feet and interrupted the missionary and asked if he could tell him the exact day this happened. The missionary told the congregation the date, and the man who interrupted told him this story: "On the night of your incident in Africa, it was morning here and I was preparing to go play golf. I was about to putt when I felt the urge to pray for you. In fact, the urging of the Lord was so strong, I called men in this church to meet with me here in the sanctuary to pray for you. Would all of those men who met with me on that day stand up?" The men who had met together to pray that day stood up. The missionary wasn't concerned with who they were, he was too busy counting how many men he saw. There were 26. This story is an incredible example of how the Spirit of the Lord moves in mysterious ways. If you ever hear such prodding, go along with it. Nothing is ever hurt by prayer except the gates of hell.

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