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...

Valentine's Day is fast approaching and this means that love can be felt and seen everywhere this month. I am not saying that people only express their love during this season, I based my opinion on the "public display of affection" of couples. We often heard, watched and read the definition of love and the stories that comes with it. Sometimes, many of us were bored to hear stuff about love..it was so cheesy, corny, and nonsense. Some of us don't even believe in love anymore. Searching the net, I found this definition: Love is any of a number of related but distinct feelings and emotions related to affection. It is most often conceived of romantically, as a profound, ineffable sense of intense and tender attraction to another. It is shared in passionate or intimate interpersonal relationships, and is characterized by a mix of emotional and sexual desire. However, in different contexts, love can refer to numerous other feelings, including platonic love, religious love...

I Hear You I can feel your spirit as my words you read Your heartbeat, your feelings, the need I hear you. So lucky I am to have you here Creating my everyday utopia when you're near Your kisses rest fresh upon my lips I feel your body's warmth under my fingertips Where will all this lead? I don't know. But, take my hand and we'll both go. I hear you. Not having to be someone else around you, you like who I AM, as much as I like you. I look at your eyes, even in dim light they're bright as sunrise. I watch as your lips begin to form words, Silently, you speak, but spoken words unheard. I hear you. I was checking on my friends in friendster when I happened to visit a profile of a friend I had during my highschool days. I was intrigued by the caption in one of her photos ("Rest in Peace, Brandon"). So I went on her blog ( Missing Brandon ) and found this poem written by her boyfriend before he passed away. I felt so sorry for her...She had been through many ...

I received a text message from a cousin at a local highschool who wanted some advice on choosing a major. He will be in college in June. He was concerned that the credits he had already accrued will be wasted if he didn't decide soon. I think he figured that since I'm several years older and I am already finished with my degree, I would know what he should do. He thought I would be able to point him in the direction he should go for the next few years. It made me think of the ways we try to discover the will of God. We wonder, "Where should I go to college?", "What should I study?", "What should I do with my life?". We wish we could know for sure exactly what God wants us to do every time we ask. We wish God would write in the sky, telling us precisely what His plan is and how to accomplish it. But He doesn't. It's not impossible to find God's will. It's not some sort of buried treasure that God is hiding from us. Even though God do...