While the world turns...

...i'm stuck in the office with 18 trainees while over 60 people from my High School batch are having the time of their lives at a lovely resort somewhere in the heart of Bohol where vowels rise in tongues like yeast!

Tell me, why on heavens do I have work on a freakin Saturday evening? :(

Enjoy the Reunion, Trailblazers! Yes, I'm gonna wallow in self - pity 'till the next reunion! *sigh*

P.S
Van Phillip Baton, if you are reading this, I implore all the gods that you keep your mouth shut else you'll deny the day you were freakin born! Believe me, thinking about "it" feels like Atlas bearing the whole world on his shoulders. I kid you not!