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).
If you do not really like a tagboard for spammers to linkbomb but want to be contacted instantly by your readers without having to be waaaaay off topic on the comment area of your latest post, then maybe Meebo might do you some justice. It’s the little widget on my sidebar just below the searchform.
Meebo also bridges all the major IM services (AIM, MSN, Yahoo, Gtalk, ICQ, and Jabber). But up until now, you had to go to Meebo.com to use it or go to a partner Website that embeds the Meebo widget. Yep, you heard me, up until now.
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.
You say cockroaches, rats, flies are the dirtiest creatures in the world? I disagree, although yes they are filthy guys, humans are still the friggin dirtiest creatures around. We have no regard to other humans, to our animal brethrens and to our environment.
You think that’s fun? It could be for children, but when you see boats/rafts instead of cars/bikes on the road then something is very very wrong.
That trash bag may have been yours. And even if it’s not your trash, even if it’s not your streets, does that mean you shouldn’t care about where the trash is supposed to really go? Are we just to tolerate other people while they throw their crap just anywhere? And we complain how fuckin’ dirty our streets are…
This may not be your street now, you may not be directly affected now, but what about tomorrow? Next month, Next year? What if your children and their children’s children were to be feeling the effects of our nonchalance now, do we not even stop and think about it? Tell me, when will WE get our friggin act together? When the whole world’s drowned in our own shit? X-P
Photos were taken outside my house’s gate last August 17, 2007 just around lunch time. I own these images, you are not allowed to use them anywhere without my written permission, ya’hear?
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*
It’s a BE-A-YUTIFUL Sunday, I just got home from an intimate date with Mr. Y. I now know that blackmail do work like a charm but like any other power, it comes with great respon… oh you know what spidey’s uncle said. I don’t want to digress.
So it’s a lovely day, I just had coffee, I’ve read my emails, I log into my ym and viola! While I was out, I received yet another ridiculous private message from someone who probably picked up my id in the Yahoo directory.
Nang magpaulan si lord ng kagandahan, nakakuha ako.
Nang namigay sya ng katalinuhan at kabaitan, nakahingi ako.
Nang magpaulan sya ng talento, namakyaw ako.
Eh nung nagpaulan sya ng matinong love life, pucha nakatulog ako!
A number of my friends have noticed a physical change in me, they say “gumaganda ka” (you’re getting prettier), “you’re sexier than before” and to all I just laugh (mga bolera! haha). I haven’t changed at all. I’m still the fat fugly bitch who left the corporate world a year ago. But they still insist I changed and they’ve been asking me what’s my secret. “Are you in love?”