Concealed Sentiments

Two weeks ago, I happened to be with the "golden ladies". They were called golden ladies because they're already in their golden age: 50-something. I thought I'll feel awkward because of the age gap but in the end I was wrong. When women at my age had some chit-chats probably it would be about friends, food, fashion, work or even boys (men). On the other hand, these golden ladies were very concerned with their children, grandchildren, and their in-laws (especially). They had some outbursts on how they don't like their in-laws and on how pitiful their children for having the wrong choice of husband/wife. That's when I remembered a poem during my gradeschool. This poem was written by Jose La Villa Tierra. It speaks on the love of parents for their children, how forgiving and how great the love of a mother is for her son/daughter although he/she has hurt her very much. Ballad of a Mother's Heart The night was dark, For the moon was young, And the Stars were a

Felt tired and burned out? Loneliness and emptiness filled your heart? Stressed out and your on your saturation point? Has the world turned its back on you? Wandering to an endless circles of life? Hopeless? Depressed? Being close to insanity? Well, all you need is just a dose of REFRESH. This image was from a snack pack's ad. It perfectly depicts a "times of refreshing" we need once in a while. In order to enjoy life, we need to be back in our "cocoons" so that we'll have time to reflect life's lessons and listen to God's voice. I heard from a sermon that sometimes we can't hear God because the world is too noisy. P.S. In case you're getting out of your "cocoon" be sure to wear something decent! :D

When I was a little girl, my grandmother used to tell me that butterflies bring luck to those who see and care for them. I believe her in my naive mind. I learned to love butterflies. I was fascinated by their colors, their cocoons and most of all, their metamorphosis. I felt I was an ugly caterpillar transformed into a beautiful butterfly. As I grew up, butterflies brought me so much luck. Every time I see one inside our house or in my room, I'll have money after a few days. It may be a coincidence, but honestly I don''t really care for butterflies signify money for me (based on my experience). Yesterday, a big butterfly entered our room. It's bigger than my palm with a mixture of orange and brown colors and I guess it belonged to the "mariposa" family. I was so excited after having thoughts of money...hehehe.... I really enjoyed the world of wings and symmetry. By the way, the butterfly (as seen above) died after 6 hours. It can't fly due to damaged wing

I was in the middle of working on my office task when I saw this Anti Abortion video. The video include the song entitled "Does God See This Child?" by Susan Piper. This song is written for pregnant women who don't know if she will have her child. Does God See This Child? They tell me it's a choice They say it's up to me That I need to decide That I say what will be Well, I don't feel a thing It doesn't even show And now I'm playing God Would God say 'yes' or 'no'? Does God see this child So deep inside of me Does He have a dream for her A plan for her A thought for her Does God love this child Before she's even formed Before she has her voice Before she's born

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

"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