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 have no idea who’s been visiting my blog and I want to know those who have been hanging around here to read what I’ve been writing. As if meron?

How do I force you out of hiding (if there are anyone hiding..)? Hmmm…

Please bear the crazy talk… I have considered my phone long dead since I have no idea where it is. I used to own a K750i which lasted for more than a year before the dark evil who lives in the shadows of Sucat road eated it (huh ano daw?). And now that I need help choosing a phone, which would be my partner in crime for the next millenium, I’m holding a pseudo-contest. Don’t believe me? That’s not my problem. I’m still holding this contest.

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).