WWII Post War Pictures Of Manila

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Aduana Bldg. - 1945

Wrecked View of Manila City Hall

American Red Cross - 1945 (Roman Santos Bldg. today, picture taken from what was formally plaza goiti) Also known as Plaza Lacson.

Bayoneted Baby

Binondo Church - 1945

Bomb Falling Towards Manila - 1945

Burning Manila - Feb. 27, 1945

Center Intendencia Bldg., Aduana to the right Ayuntmiento Marble Palace to the left. Bldgs. unidentified on Soriano St.

Manila City Hall - 1945

Manila City Hall Clock Tower - 1945

Commerce Agriculture Bldg. - 1945

Finance Bldg. - 1945

Insular Life, Uy-Chaco Bldg., PLaza Moraga - 1945

Manila Wreck

Legislative Bldg. - 1945

Letran College - 1945

Lourdes Church - 1945

Manila Hotel - 1945

Manila Post Office (Pasig River View) - 1945

Manila Post Office (Taft. Ave. View) - 1945

Manila Ruins (Picture taken inside Manila Hotel)

Quezon Bridge, temporary rebuild, was destroyed by the Japanese in the battle for manila in February 1945

Quiapo Dist. - 1945

San Luis Terrace Manila - 1945

Sto. Domingo Church on Beaterio St., Intramuros.

The Jesuit Manila Observatory - 1945

Burning Manila 1945

 

Importance of Marriage

email from jhen lopez.

TO ALL THOSE WHO ARE MARRIED……….,
NOT MARRIED,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
AND OF COURSE SOON TO BE MARRIED………….


When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping.. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see.. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.
She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions... She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time... I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until deaths do us apart.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, and find my wife in bed ......







......  dead!


The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank, blah...blah...blah. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!


If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you but just might have save a marriage if you do....

Could Have Been (Part 1)

Ring!!!

"Hello?" Chloe answered the phone while her eyes were still fastened.

"Chloe wake up!! It’s almost 7 o'clock and you're still sleeping?!! WAKE UP!!" Chynna sounded so restless and ecstatic...

Chloe and Chynna just moved in to the city, they just finished college and is on a job hunt. The two met when they were college when Chynna got into a huge dispute with her friends, since then the two shared everything together. They were both party animals so they just hit it off instantly.

"Chynna you’re such a pain am still sleeping you know!! What’s the big rush anyhow??!!” Chloe retorted while slowly getting off bed.

"So What’s Up??" she added.

"Well I just bumped in with one of my ultimate crush in high school and gurl... He was HOT!!" Chynna responded.

"CHYNNA!! You wake me up just to tell me you crashed into a hot guy please! Cant that wait for later... I was just having the most wonderful dream... uhg!" Chloe sounded so pissed.

"Don't be mad Chlo... please... We’re meeting tonight at 8.”

"So!! What’s that got to do with me??!!" Chloe asked while lighting up a cigar.

"You can kill me tomorrow... but please I'm picking you up in 30 minutes.” Chynna replied with a huge grin.

"You're going out on a date, and you want me to tag along??!! Are you nuts?" Chloe retorted

"Actually... Vlad and his cousin are in town for a couple of weeks, so... am setting you up with his cousin..."

"No... No... No... No... I don't want another set up chyn. The last time you set me up was with a guy who had 3 tits!" Chloe shaking her head gradually.

Chynna was laughing hysterically when she remembered the guy Chloe was talking about. "Chloe that guy was driving a Ferrari, he's loaded!!"

"Yeah! Loaded with tits!" Chloe punched a comeback

"Ok chyn... I can’t make it at 8, just tell me where you guys are heading and I'll be there around 9ish"

"I love you chlo!! I owe you big time!! Promise this will be last time I'm setting you up. We’ll wait for you at jailbreak club ok... ciao"

Chloe wasn't your average chick, she is free spirited yet she is in touch with her values. She practically grew up alone, her parents died on a plane crash when she was young. She was an only child so she grew up with her grandma. Most of her closest friends call her OB coz she tells everything that happens to her; she shared every little detail of her life with them. Some calls her a bitch coz she's very vocal when its comes to sex, she calls everyone hypocrites, she knows almost everyone do it they're just so afraid to admit it. Most of the guys find her intimidating not with her looks but with her attitude. They say her attitude is bigger than her. Chloe was petite and she looks very young for her age.  She rarely smiles but when she does it brings sunshine into a dark room. Chloe was never classy, she grew up with practically nothing and only thing that keeps her from studying was the full scholarship granted by the university.

Chloe arrived at the club a little early; it was Friday so the club was bursting with people. She spotted a nice parking spot near the entrance when a guy riding a motorcycle cut her off.

"Jackass!!" She bawled.

The guy didn't even bother to look at her instead he just took off his helmet, gave her a hand gesture and walked ahead.

"Grrrr.. the nerve with some people!!"

It took her nearly an hour to find a parking spot. The street was filled with people so most of the cars can barely move.

As she entered the club she spotted Chynna right away, she was just at the bar with hand full of beers.

"I hate this place on Fridays' I cant even find a decent place to park, and this asshole cut me off so I have to drive two blocks away from here!! I hate this!! Wait, why you’re the one here, where’s your date? "

"Well his cousin just arrived so I told him I’ll buy the drinks and his cousin is KA-UTE!!" Chynna retorted with excruciating tone.

Chynna love to date good looking men, and most of the men she dated was either a cheater or a user. She was from a well-off family, so she never mined if she always pays the bill for them.

"Shut up!" Chloe replied sarcastically.

Chloe helped Chynna carry the drinks on their table, when suddenly her phone rang. She immediately drops the drinks on the table and rushed outside.

“Was that Chloe?” Vlad questioned.

Chynna nodded.

“Where is she going?” he added.

“Don’t worry she’ll come back.” Chynna replied.

“Looks like you’re all having fun, Hi I’m Chloe” She waved her hands to Vlad when she arrived at the table

“Hey” Vlad retorted.

“So what did I miss?” She added.

“Well, we were just catching up. And Eric just went to the bar to get some drinks.” Chynna answered.

“So Chloe, I heard you and Chynna were classmates in college, what’s your major by the way?” Vlad butted in.

“Yeah we’re classmates in some subjects, I took up advertising.”

“Hi guys!” Eric breaks in while putting down the drinks.

“So you’re Chloe, I’m...”

Chloe turned her back and remembered that Eric was wearing the exact clothing that the rider was wearing, she rudely interrupted.

“The jackass!” with full mockery.

The 3 of them was surprised with the reaction of Chloe.

“Beg your pardon?” Eric was dumbfounded.

“Well, you’re the nice guy who stole my parking spot!” Chloe was infuriated.

“Oh… That was you, I’m sorry I have no idea.” Eric sounded very apologetic.

“Let me make it up to you, let me give you a ride home.” He added.

“With this skirt, I don’t think so.”  

“Ok, this is awkward, what do you say guys lets call it a night?” Vlad break the ice.

“No, you guys stay I’ll just go ahead, I need to wake up early tomorrow, and I have an interview early in the morning.” Chloe replied.

“Are you sure chlo?” Chynna added.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine, See you tomorrow guys… Nice Meeting you Vlad and ERIC. Bye Chyn, take care. Call me ok”

TO BE CONTINUED……

Please do read this testimony of the late Rio Diaz - Cojuanco

email by lalaine competente.

Rio Diaz-Cojuangco (younger sister of Gloria Diaz, the first Filipino Miss Universe in 1969) died on October 4, 2004 at the Seton Hospital , Daly City , CA at age 45,  six years after she was diagnosed with Stage 4 colon cancer. Following here was a beautiful testimony of someone who was close to death, but was still inspired with her faith in God.. read to the end...

RIO DIAZ's Testimony (Aug 17,2003)

Six months  ago, my family was preparing for my funeral, but I stand  here before you today by God's grace because He still has a purpose for  my life.

Let me share with you my  story..

In April, l99l, I began to host Eat Bulaga!, a noontime show that brought me fame beyond my wildest dreams. I earned good money while I made people laugh. What a blessing!

October of l993, I met Charlie. Single and good-looking, this guy has a terrific sense of humor, a man with a big heart. "Kung sa beauty contestant (to a beauty contestant), beauty and brains." At a certain point in our relationship, we both knew God brought us to be together...for life.

In August, l994, we were married. After four wonderful years of marriage, God blessed us with two children, Claudia and Jaime. Thirteen years earlier, I was blessed with a son, Ali, from a previous relationship.

May of l998, Charlie became Congressman and I became Vice Mayor of Pontevedra ( Negros Occidental). November of the same year, during a routine check-up, they discovered some abnormalities in my stomach area which, the doctors said, could be solved by a minor procedure.

A few days later, my supposedly one-hour surgery turned out to be a six-hour-and- a-half surgery. I was diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer..

Cancer?

No one had cancer in the family. My  life flashed before me. My world suddenly caved in. The doctors were quite frank. They told us that I had only a couple of months to live. Stage 4 cancer is like a death sentence.

As my doctor was speaking, I didn't understand a word he said because all I could think of was Charlie, my children, my family, my in-laws, would whisper, Lord, help me...help them, Lord!

They're all suffering. I don't know how to comfort them. The day before my first chemotherapy, I said, Lord, just tell me you're in control. Tell me that no one made a mistake and I'll be fine no matter what, Lord. Somebody gave me a devotional book entitled Streams in the Desert which I read at 3 o'clock in the morning. It said, this is my doing.

Your weakness needs my strength and your safety lies in letting me fight for you. You did not come to this place  by accident. You are exactly where I meant you to be. You were so busy that I could not get your attention and I wanted to teach you some of my  greatest truths. The pain will leave you as soon as you learn to see me; in all things. These words became the pillow on which I rested my weary head.

I surrendered to God all my fears, all my burdens and my family as I began my journey of trials. I focused on His promises as Jesus said, Surely I am with you always.

By God's gracious mercy  and beyond all medical explanation, after six months of chemotherapy went on remission. Eight months later, the cancer was back. More surgery, more chemo. And then again, God allowed healing for me. The best lesson I am learning from this is how God allows us to enjoy life with His moment by moment of grace. My third bout with cancer entailed three different chemotherapies infused at the same time. The Lord allowed me to learn to NEVER GIVE UP, NEVER GIVE UP...PUT YOUR HOPE IN GOD.

Three  times, I was at the threshold of death. Medicines and state-of-the- art treatments were notworking anymore. Not all the money in the world nor the best doctors on earth can make us live if God doesn't want us to. During those times, God comforted my heart with these verses: Why are you downcast o my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in  God for I will yet praise Him my Savior and my Lord.

But let me tell you about my latest brush with death. After spending Christmas with my family here in Manila , I left for San Francisco in January of 2003 for my check-up. I knew there was something terribly wrong with my body. I had sleepless nights; I was steadily losing weight; I couldn't eat
anything.

By the time I had completed all my tests, I was only 96 pounds. My doctor said, the cancer has spread. You need to be confined in the hospital. Your food passage is completely blocked by the cancer. I don't know how much time you have. Not much. Maybe a month. But I promise you will not feel the pain.I hugged Dr. Fisher and thanked him. I told him, don't be sad. I know God is in full control of my life.

I went home that night to make some arrangements and my daughter was fast asleep. I knelt down by her bedside and I cried, Mama  loves you so much that it hurts. Lord, you know how much I love my Ali,  my Claudia and my Jaime. You gave them to Charlie and me and I thank  you. I know in my heart that Charlie will love them and watch  over them. Lord, take care of my husband because I love him very much.  But much more than this, it comforts me to know that I could never love  them as much as you love them. I thank you, Father God.

Charlie remained by my bedside day and night, caressing me, talking to me. It pains me to think how much our husbands  or wives suffer the fear of losing us.How blessed I am to know how much  my family and friends love me.

The Lord allowed me to  experience deep, deep, sleep.
I have never ever felt that kind of peace, peace that
surpasses all understanding. Dr. Fisher explained to
Charlie that my nourishment would come from a bag of
liquid attached to  me, which has to be administered
on a daily basis for life. I would  never be able to eat
or drink again.

Surgery was ruled out, so was  radiation. As a last
recourse, it was suggested that I do the mildest
chemo but if I so much as cough, he would remove it
and just keep me  comfortable. I was in awe when I was
told how many people were praying  for me. By God's
sovereign mercy, I never coughed.. One month later, my
cancer level went down by half. I am now only a few
points away from  being on remission.

And as if this weren't enough, God's incredible  bonus
is that I am back to my full d iet. I can eat and drink
anything  now! Once again, the doctors were amazed.
Yes, isn't our God amazing?  God spared my life when
Stanford doctors had given up on  me.

In my heart, I knew why. God allowed this miracle in
my life to  show us how gracious He is and what a
powerful weapon prayer can be.  And that God can
perform miracles in our lives, if you let Him. I will
never fully understand God's ways but I do know that
God has a purpose for each  of us. When God calls you
to live for Him, He will invite you to be a  part of
something much bigger than yourself, something that
requires  the very best of you, something that
may outlive you. When God calls us  to a powerful
vision, it may transcend safety and it may transcend
common sense  because it is all about Jesus Christ.
Without Jesus, we will not make  it!

Do we know, do you know, what God wants you to do with your  life? If you are uncertain of God's will for
your life, surrender all  your plans to Jesus because God's plans for us are perfect.

The  cancer in my body, I did not choose. But in God's
sovereignty, He allowed this  affliction in my life.
But I ask you, what is the cancer in your  life?

Is it the cancer of unforgiveness, jealousy, lust,
anger or  bitterness that you are holding on to?
What are the wrong choices you  continue to make
because they give you temporary pleasure but  can
permanently destroy you -your husband or your wife or
your  children or your circle of influence?

If you are going through a  time of terrifying
darkness and despair, or are plagued by doubts  that
are slowly eroding your hope that things can get
better, I urge  you to surrender it all to God;
give Him full control of your life. It  is the only
way to live.

Lord, forgive me for all my sins. Jesus,  come into my
heart; be my Lord and my Savior. In Jesus' name, I
pray.  Amen.

Sad Wallmart Story

email from ese quimpo.

YAHOO IS TRACKING THIS!!!!!!!!!!

A sister and her brother were inside a new Wal-Mart. The sister at eight years of age and the brother seventeen years of age. The brother was wanting to buy a present for his little sister beacuse her birthday was coming up. As they were about to leave, she had to go to the bathroom. Her brother showed her where the restrooms were and he began looking at earrings he thought she might like for her birthday.

As he started to buy the earrings, he saw people running from the end of the store screaming and yelling with fear. In the next moment he smelled smoke and saw flames. He ran to his little sister as fast as he could but when he got to the bathrooms the fire was already blazing. He knew he had to leave to make sure help was coming. When the firetrucks arrived it was already too late.

They assured the family that there were no survivors. Two days later the family got a call from the hospital. They told them that they had someone there by the name of Sandy . They asked, 'How did you get this number?' The hospital replied that the little girl had a purse clutched in her little hand with a card that gave her name and number on it. The family drove to the hospital to see their little While they thanked God for her survival, they noticed  her arms were burnt so severely they were both amputated and her face was burned and she needed surgery. The family didn't have any health insurance and very little money to cover the bill. This family needs our HELP!

NOTE: Everytime someone forwards this story, YAHOO will donate $2.00 towards the IS TRACKING THIS!

Please forward this as 'Sad Wal-Mart Story'. God knows who you are. Karma knows it could happen to you $2.00 off the hospital bill, that is a lot for two seconds of your time'. God knows who you are
 

Tao nga naman

Minsan nakakainis noh kasi meron taung ginagawa at alam natin sa sarili nating para un sa ikakabuti ng lahat pero may mga tao talagang will pull u down when everything starts to clear up. parang nde cla masaya na nakikita kang nag gro-grow. What hurts me most eh ung tipong kailangan nilang i-judge ang buong pagkatao mo without knowing the whole story, napaka one sided diba. well its the truth kahit anong gawin natin meron at merong taong ganon. wish ko lang na maging open cla sa mga bagay at wag maging stereotype!

Lost Soul

Kung babalik ka sa oras kung kelan nagsimulang dumilim ang buhay mo, gagawin mo ba?

Paano kung kahit ilang beses mong balikan ang nakaraan iisang daan pa din ang nilalandas ng buhay mo? 

Paano kung ito ang kapalaran mo? tatangapin mo ba o magpupumiglas kang makalaya sa dilim na bumabalot sa iyong pagkatao?

Paano kung ang tanging dahilan updang lumiwanag ang kinabukasan mo ay ang daang napasikip at kailangan mong magsakripisyo ng isang bagay na isipin mo palang na mawawala sau ay ikakamatay mo na, paano kung un lang ang tanging paraan? gagawin mo ba?

Paano kung pagdating mo sa iyong parooonan ay huli na, nakita mo na ang liwanag pero hindi ka naging masaya, babalik ka ba?

Paano kung unti unting kinakain ng kadiliman ang puso mo, at binabalot ng puot ang iyong pagkatao, ano ang gagawin mo?

Paano kung ang tanging taong nagpapasaya sayo ay sya mismo ang humihila sayo sa lusak na kinalalagyan mo, pakakawalan mo ba sya?

Paano kung dalawa lang ang pagpipilian mo ang guminhawa o ang lumigaya, anong pipiliin mo?

Honor Killing

Have you ever heard about Honor Killing or Customary Killing. This is a sad truth, but yes it does happen in some countries i will not specify. For some people who doesn't know what am talking about, let me just give you a quick description of what Honor Killing is all about.

Basically honor killing is vast in the middle east, this is murder with the consent of the whole family (mostly male members). Most of the time the female member of the family who has been involved in an indecent act which brought dishonor to the clan or the family, such as pre-marital sex, drugs or wanting out of the marriage the family has arranged for them.

The clip above happened in Kuridistan, Iran. Du'a Khalil Aswad a 17 year old, under the Yezdi religion was stoned to death by her family.  According to Wikipedia, the stoning did not came light until the video flooded the internet.

Some reports claimed that Du'a was murdered after her family found out that she was having an affair with a muslim boy and wanted to convert to islam. Some also said that the family had executed her for being absent from home one night.

I really feel lucky because i have been brought up in a place where i can follow my heart and not to be murdered for it. another incident happened in Texas last January 2008, Sarah, 17 and Amina, 18 was found dead inside a taxi in a parking lot in Dallas, Texas. According to some reports the father Mr. Said Abdel Yaser, 50, was the main suspect on killing the girls. Aunt of the Girls said that their father threatened to them because he found out that the girls were dating people who where out of their religion.The clip below was the actual phone called of the girls minutes after they have been shot.






Its just sad to know that parents can kill their children just because, the kids haven't met the standards their parents chose for them. I know I'm just nobody to judge their ways but these girls deserve a 2nd chance.

Songs that helped me when I'm down.

Have You Ever?

Have you ever felt that you are so low that nobody can help you??
It’s like no matter how hard you try, people keeps on pulling you down..
You never felt that you are capable of doing anything worthy..
Nobody appreciates everything you do..
It’s like your so small in a big world..
Nobody knows you even exist..
You cant even hear your own voice to think that your already screaming on the top of your lungs.
You didn’t even know if you belong somewhere or to someone..
It’s hard to belong in a fast phase world.
Things keep on changing…
People keep on running..
Feels like you were left behind with no one..

Just the sound of your heart beat and the drop of your tears..