A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits.
Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
John Keats
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And now for the good news...
Many people have switched from drinking strong beer to light beer (i.e. San Mig Light). Including myself.
The annual in-house training required us to do some inter-acting. One of which is doing a fashion show. I won. I also learned how to dance that "Soulja Boy" thing.
I am not getting bald.
I am not getting bald.
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Lost in the Plot - The Dears
Take me for drive to the coastline
Pull me to the depths of the sea
Leave me in the middle of the ocean
I can walk the rest of the way
And I promise not to cry anymore
All the reasons beat the crap out of me
Everyday when I wake up they are waiting
But I promised not to cry anymore
'Cause it's the same old plot these days
oh it's the same old plot these days
oh it's the same old plot these days
oh it's the same old plot
Our love, don't mess with our love
Our love is so much stronger
Our love, don't mess with our love
Our love is so much stronger
oh it's the same old plot these days
oh it's the same old plot these days
oh it's the same old plot
same old plot
same old plot these days
Oh I promise not to cry
Oh I promise not to cry
Oh I promise not to cry anymore
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And now for the bad news...
The temperature in our office is below zero degrees; maintenance loaded freon enough to cool 70,000 cars for 2 years. I make16 trips to the bathroom for the heater.
Many people get bald by the time they reach 25.
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