birthday na naman ng mahaderang bakla!!! happy happy birthday ditch!!!! we luv you soooo much!!! mwuah!!!!

where's waldo

susme... kaliit ng picture... pero sabi mo makahanap sayo may kendi.... bwahahaha... basta libreng kendi...

galing dito ang post na ito

after the audit, my ipismates and i decided to grab a quick bite at subway... para mag release ng stress at parang post audit celebration na rin (?)... we stayed until 8 and decided to go to starbucks to hung out some more... this is the life... hehe

6 Phases of Working

which stage are you?

Phase 1


You are listening to jazz -- Your first day at work is great....
Your co-workers are wonderful, your office is cute,
you love your boss, and your President is the best!

Phase 2

You are listening to pop music -- After a while you are
so busy that you are not sure if you're coming or going anymore.

Phase 3

You are listening to heavy metal --
This is what happens after about SIX Months!

Phase 4

You are listening to hip hop -- You become bloated due to stress,
you're gaining weight due to lack of exercise because you are so
tired and have so much work to do and when you get home you have more
work to do. You feel sluggish and suffer from constipation.
Your fellow co-workers are too cheerful for your liking and the walls of
your cubicle are closing in.

Phase 5

You are listening to GANGSTA RAP --
After more time passes, your eyes start to twitch,
you forget what a 'good hair day' feels like as you
just fall out of bed and load up on caffeine..

Phase 6

You are listening to the voices in your head --
You have locked the office door to keep people out,
You wonder WHY you are even here in the first
place and WHY did I come to work today!


nasa phase 3-6 nako!!! haaayyy... i need a breather... or else i'm gonna lose it...

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow,

I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain,

I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush,

I am in the graceful rush

Of beautiful birds in circling flight,

I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet room.

I am in the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there. I do not die.

by mary elizabeth faye