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TIME offers 10 tips on how to mind your manners on FaceBook, or any social networking website, for that matter. YourTango.com put together this neat video. Watch and learn. ;)

It's the only way to be. I guarantee.

I just had to post this story, taken from this page. enjoy! ^____^*

The boss wondered why one of his most valued employees was absent but had not phoned in sick one day. Needing to have an urgent problem with one of the main computers resolved, he dialled the employee’s home phone number and was greeted with a child’s whisper. ‘ Hello ? ‘

‘Is your daddy home?’ he asked.

‘ Yes ,’ whispered the small voice.
May I talk with him?’

The child whispered, ‘ No .’

Surprised and wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked, ‘Is your Mummy there?’ ‘ Yes ‘

‘May I talk with her?’ Again the small voice whispered, ‘ No ‘

Hoping there was somebody with whom he could leave a message, the boss asked, ‘Is anybody else there?’

‘ Yes , ‘ whispered the child, ‘ a policeman . ‘

Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee’s home, the boss asked, ‘May I speak with the policeman?’

‘ No, he’s busy , ‘ whispered the child.

‘Busy doing what?’

‘ Talking to Daddy and Mummy and the Fireman , ‘ came the whispered answer.

Growing more worried as he heard a loud noise in the background through the earpiece on the phone, the boss asked, ‘What is that noise?’

‘ A helicopter ‘ answered the whispering voice.

‘What is going on there?’ demanded the boss, now truly apprehensive. Again, whispering, the child answered,

‘ The search team just landed a helicopter ‘

Alarmed, concerned and a little frustrated the boss asked, ‘What are they searching for?’

Still whispering, the young voice replied with a muffled giggle…

‘ ME ! ‘

Hi, everyone. Remember when I said I'd write about the second half of our adventures in Aduana and Quiapo? Well, here we are.

After an hour spent in the corridors of Tabora browsing through cloth swatches, shopping for sewing notions, and finding our way back out to sunlight and fresh air, Mary and I decided we'd had enough of the fecund grunge and grit of Quiapo. High time for a retreat to sterile civilization -- a sink to wash up in, a sit-down meal, and air-conditioning in Tutuban Central Mall. (Oh, those were the days when we feared neither smoke nor dust nor unwashed men... XD)

Fed, watered, and gussied up, we began exploring the stalls around for gifts to bring home to our significant others. We got delightfully sidetracked, however, by a textile store on the second floor.

I do have the feeling I'll be back. Quite often.

I do declare, I sincerely do have a weakness for this one.

les cerices!

Hereare three short videos that tickled me this early afternoon. Wow, European kids sure have it lucky if they have cartoons like this every Saturday morning! :)