Concealed Sentiments

You are my sweetest downfall I loved you first, I loved you first Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth I have to go, I have to go Your hair was long when we first met Samson went back to bed Not much hair left on his head He ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed And history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us And the bible didn't mention us, not even once You are my sweetest downfall I loved you first, I loved you first Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads But they're just old light, they're just old light Your hair was long when we first met Samson came to my bed Told me that my hair was red Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed Oh I cut his hair myself one night A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light And he told me that I'd done alright And kissed me 'til the mornin' light, the mornin' light And he kissed me 'til the mornin' light Samson went back to bed Not much hair left on his he

Standing in our silence I hear my heart beating And if only I could choose I’d stay here with you But hold me till the train is leaving Somewhere down the line After you’re gone from sight Our love will be the same And, whispering your name I’ll cling to you with all my might Let me dream of you (But it’s true) And wake me up when this is over (Love will be there when this is over and) Somewhere far beyond today I will find a way to find you And somehow through the lonely nights I will leave a light in the dark Let it lead you to my heart There’s a love inside us (Deep down inside) That goes without saying (Don’t say a word) But I’ll tell you just the same And that love will fan the flame And that flame will warm the heart That’s waiting You are mine and I’ll wait forever for you my love (You are mine, it may take some time) Even if it takes a lifetime (Tell me you’ll wait) Somewhere far beyond today I will find a way to find you And somehow through the lonely nights I will leave a lig

Summer is here! It's in heat..burns like desire and passion. Have fun in the sun with trendy styles in hot colors and prints.

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