Opss, wag nyo sana ako i -judge dahil ng title, Im not an Alien, duh? at hindi rin ako malandi. slight lang haha. oh well, ako nga pala si Alyana. Ali for short. Im not pretty rich, pretty lang. pero I wanna be rich. and I'm tryng to be rich. wala akong friend, mapa school o sa lugar namen, ewan ko ba. they say social climber daw ako. pero feel ko inggit lang sila. Maganda kasi ako! and then I met this Brix, Brixter Ferreira ultimate crushie ng campus. Super pogi! nakakaloka. pero sadly hindi nya ako napapansin. until one day! sa hindi malamang dahilan, Mabilisang isinakay nya ako sa sasakyan nya! Im clueless! Kidnapped ba to?! rape na ba to?! omg!! san nya ako dadalhin....... - mag enjoy sa nakakakilig, nakakaloka! at nakakatawang lovelife ni Ali at Brix, in a very different lovelife twist! 💋 Malandimg Alien's Diary©

Breakfree: Igniting passion, Chasing freedom Simply, one writes to be heard. Whether it be by a person you most dear, people you bear grudge against, by your country or by yourself, one writes to be read. But it has never been a simple obligation to hear out voices in your head, and you try to talk to them like good old friends and convince them to strike a pose in paper by means of words. Some of them mutter then slip away, not agreeing the way you dress them in letters; while a few choose to stay, flaunting confidently with poise. So when rhythm of literature plays upon your writer's hand will then they harmonize and start to dance. There's a sense of euphoria like that of a launching eagle, gliding through space of freedom, when you bury seeds of your thoughts with a quill. You plant your idea with your passion being the light and you pour your soul into it, so when it starts to grow, and you let it be, you'll feel from above how lovely it is to be free. To write is to make love with liberty. Either you want it gentle, or you prefer choking, you'll eventually end up freeing something.

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