Concealed Sentiments

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My day started with a frown. I was upset with an officemate. I won't elaborate what happened but it was related to my "pc privacy". To shake the bitterness in my heart, I surf the net and viola I found this poem written by Ruth H. Underhill. I grasped the cup of bitterness And proudly held it high. I thought I'd teach a lesson To the one who made me cry. So disappointing was my plight, So weak, my hurting soul; But I held tight to bitterness I would not let it go! I'll hold on to this bitterness And let it fill my mind. My friend must know that I am hurt So why should I be kind? As long as I keep grasping This bitter cup of gall, My friend will feel so badly And soon he'll trip and fall. And then, in all my pittiness I turned to God alone. And, lo, I found that only "I" E'er knew about my bitter stone. My friend, he didn't feel the hurt That left me in despair, For he was going on in life While I was left, just standing there. God gently took

It's summertime!!! I'm tired of my work and I want to have some fun under the bright sun! Then Boracay came into my mind….the beach capital of the Philippines…hailed as the finest beach in the world…a palm-studded island with its white, talcum-fine beach, balmy weather, and warm, crystalline waters. In this tiny, butterfly-shaped island I’m sure days can be spent simply lazing on the beach while nights are for indulging in the tropical party lifestyle. I wish I could be there this coming May. I guess I had to be thrifty besides I am lucky because Iloilo City is just 6 hours away from this beautiful island. **images are not mine, just got them in google results..hehehe

"Money talks, nobody walks." Who wants to to know? Everyone. But who wants to talk about it? No one. Even in a business magazine, money is seldom mentioned. Value is mentioned. Profits are mentioned. Savings. Even compensation. Rarely money. Which is no surprise. Ask someone about his sex life and you might get an answer. Ask someone about his salary and, dollars to doughnuts, you'll get an icy stare. Money is a singular thing. It ranks with love as man's greatest source of joy. And with death as his greatest source of anxiety. With money in your pocket, you are wise, and you are handsome, and you sing well too.They say money can't buy happiness, but it can facilitate it. Money is a stupid measure of achievement, but unfortunately it is the only universal measure we have. It translates work (what you do) into value (what you're paid). It is a short story that speaks of success (or the lack thereof), accomplishment and ambition. It is a vehicle that transfers t