In 6 months, an alien planet is going to be destroyed by a meteor and will wipe out the entire 10 million population of cute aliens.

To all ye Facebook addicts, I implore you! Help save an alien! We’re asked to adopt these aliens (one alien for one human, each alien is uniquely generated by an algorithm). When you’ve selected the one you like, you adopt it and the alien is transported safety to Antarctica. You can then do a few things with your alien – download images of it, use a tool to add images of your alien into your own photos, etc. And if you really love your alien you can buy a shirt with it on it. I’m guessing the maker of this app will get filthy rich if people’s altruistic tendencies extend to fictional aliems from outside space.

I’m having a migraine but when I read this… heeheehee

But that’s just one of the reasons to not mind the migraine…

I haven’t checked my adsense page in weeks and when I peeked in today this is what it says on my payment history page…

:woohoo:

This will be my chance to try the Western Union Payment Method.Think of me as an experimenting kid as well. I’m not taking my clothes off though.

Can it be October 31 now? Please?

When everyone needed me, I was there. To help with a code, to listen to a troubled soul, to lend money, to help clean up a mess… But if I need someone, what happens to me?

Bitter. Cheerful. Bitter. Pause. I have been living my life on auto-pilot.

Sometimes I confuse even myself and sometimes I no longer want to think about what I truly feel and just pretend I’m all peachy and happy. But pretending to be cheerful even on my blog defeats the purpose of having a personal blog. So now, I open up again and guess what? This dawn, I cried. Really really cried.

I have a month left to decide what I really want for my birthday. For the past months (yah I’m an eager beaver STFU), I have been thinking of holding a party. Ya know, invite all my buddies (at lahat ng halang sa alak na kakilala ko), private pool party (since I’m *that* deprived from swimming), lots of alcohol and munchies, reggae music (para feeling nasa beach) and for the fun of it, hire a henna tattoo artist (para talagang feel na nasa beach), hire macho and sexy dancers for entertainment? hahaha and maybe even book CliqueBooth for a night (imagining I have the money to splurge).

This is a repost, but since I’ve been uber stressed with my upgrade to Dexter (details will be posted some other time, if I feel like it) and things were very shitty last week, you are not allowed to complain.

Taken on my way to MOA via the Sucat-Baclaran jeep.

I have an app in Facebook called Fortune Cookies and what it does is… very much what a fortune cookie does. :sweat:

I never gave too much attention to it, until I turned on the “in bed” mode tonight.

You won’t find it unless you go look for it…in bed.

One day it won’t hurt anymore…in bed.

Go see a movie. You need a break…in bed.

Everything will be fine…in bed.

You will become a different person…in bed.

Skill comes from diligence…in bed.

Go back a little to leap ahead…in bed.

You are more attractive than you think…in bed.

Avert misunderstanding by calm, poise and balance…in bed.

Someone will share a secret with you…in bed.

And the latest I got…

Hmmm

Ok I go offline now.

After the bad news, I am still trying my best to concentrate on my work, I have everything setup here in the office for me to be produtive, but who am I kidding… Death is not something you could shrug off that easily.

I have been bumming around for the last 26 28 hours (I can’t sleep and it took me 2 hours to finish this post lol) pondering and letting my mind wander. I hate that I feel useless and I’m not getting anything done but I could breathe easy that after informing clients of my mental/emotional situation, the pressure seem to have lightened for now.

In lighter news, Baddie tagged me yesterday to show what my desktop looks like. I really have nothing to show off but eh.. Oh wells… Here is the desktop of mon ordinateur plugging Baddie’s website.

A bit of explanation? *heaves a sigh and trudges along to tour you around my desktop*