Let it be known that I thought long and hard about my purpose/s, resolution/s, and goal/s for this new year, making sure that all are achievable and that I will not resort to killing babies JUST BECAUSE.
So. First, a quick review of the year that was. 2006 was generally awesome. Two and a half heartbreaks, I am now invincible and still single lololol. Now that that’s out of the way, on to what I am totally jonesing for for 2007. Heartage for maximum optimism.
<3 Stop being such a fattie and stay 105 pounds for at least three consecutive months. Fourth month, I should be 104 mooharharhar. I will curb my hunger by taking a shower and reading How To Be A Happy Teenager (as suggested by Clem. But not to suppress my appetite, but what the hell).
<3 Start saving money. Do not take out whole salary every payday to leave stash of cash to stagnate in closet. Do not keep salary in iBank account. Hand money to mother so she can deposit it into my Metrobank account where it can earn interest. Also, do not pay rent; that way, I will always be 4,400 pesos richer than my would-be ex-housemates come the 30th of every month.
<3 Stop itching for drama. So not happening. Unfortunately.
<3 Get inked. This year, I will finally get that mermaid tattoo I’ve been wanting since March 2006. PROMISE.
<3 Learn to control anger. Will not mutter “get the fuck out of my way, you stupid bitch” at the random lady standing in front of me at the 7-11 line. Will not think that homosexuals with popped collars and girly voices and lime green sneakers need to be kicked in the nuts with the heel of my shoe. Will stop cursing at the PBCom elevators for being such a stupid software screw up.
<3 Get married. Oh yes, this year, I will con some filthy rich himbo into marriage. Future husband must be loaded, as he will be shouldering annulment costs. He must also be as cute or cuter than a Chihuahua puppy or a Siamese kitten. Immediate termination (I mean ANNULMENT) if future husband starts showing any semblance to a full-grown Chihuahua dog or full-grown Siamese cat. Must be secretly gay or bi-sexual (grounds for annulment). Must be fucking great in bed.
(I’m serious, people. I want to be married, but only until December 31, 2007 because in 2008, Mark Herras will be my boyfriend. I want my name to have that hyphen. Weber-MILBY. Shit, that sounds so wrong on way too many levels. And I doubt he’s great in bed.)
<3 Take more photos. Which reminds me: have Powershot repaired, DAMN IT.
<3 Go on more vacations. Get out of this blasted city more often. Do not pick up mobile numbers of stray post-adolescent boys while at it.
<3 Quit with the drunken drama. When drunk, hand mobile phone to someone else to hide. Do not start fights with ex-lover/s.
<3 Pick up a hobby. Note to self: collecting lovers is not considered one.
<3 Learn how to let things go. Differentiate which battles are worth fighting, and which ones deserve just a quick chain-smoking sesh before finally giving it a rest. Chikaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
And finally:
<3 Have more faith in myself. Stop selling myself short. I am, after all, God. But only to some people. And that’s still pretty significant. I think.
Hi, my name's Helga Weber and welcome to my personal site. I'm 23. My first socio-political scandal will happen at the age of 35 and will include men, sushi, an African country, and lots of money. My lover is the greatest. 
I like your resolutions/etc. a helluva lot better than mine. Mine are small and pathetic and easy to get, and really to no betterment of myself. I hereby adopt yours.
Happy 2007, chica.
You are hilarious!
Happy New Year.
first order of business:
what the razorback and wolfgang reunion concert on january 6! woohoo!
happy new year!!!
JULIA: I SWEAR YOU BETTER GIVE ME ACCESS TO YOUR JOURNAL :spin: Or is it just for ya? :D
it’s comforting to know that one chain-smoking session can wash away a significant amount of life’s crap, eh? And btw, you’re wrong. You’re not God. I am. You can be Goddess, if you want. You’ll get your own supply of homos with huge homo nuts you can kung fu kick.
Happy new year! :D
You’re funny. Happy new year, Helga!
i’ll probably steal some of your resolution like go on vac more, let go of things easily, and believing in youself more.. and pick up a hobby, i might have a hobby already though. more like get back into it seriously. haheh.
or maybe not, it’s probably my other way of saying you got great 2007 game plan! ;p
I love reading your blog Helga.
Happy new year dear! mmmmmwah!
Learn how to let things go. Differentiate which battles are worth fighting, and which ones deserve just a quick chain-smoking sesh before finally giving it a rest. Chikaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
— I’m stealing this for you so I can learn how to say “Chikaaaa na yun!”. Haha.
Pssst… #6 is one of mine as well, but keep that on the D.L.
Regarding pictures, you have to really really join the I Heart TMB Promo. Really.
Also, I am insulted. 105 pounds is NOT fat. Not even close, na-uh.
Pick a hobby: Collecting lovers is not considered.
Oh noes!
Oh helga, you are awesome :D :D
I want to get a tattoo too, but the thing is I have bitch-sensitive skin so I don’t think I’ll ever get one =(
I have no resolutions this year because I know I won’t be able to do any of them ;D Unless I count having my own collection in our fashion show *segway!* HELGA I WANT YOU TO MODEL FOR ME.
Fo’reals.
you did not mention any hanson? lol.
happy new year, helga! hahahaha. i can never imagine you minus the drama ;)
happy new year, helga! crap, im so late. haha!
Immediate termination (I mean ANNULMENT) if future husband starts showing any semblance to a full-grown Chihuahua dog or full-grown Siamese cat. Must be secretly gay or bi-sexual (grounds for annulment). Must be fucking great in bed.
^ fucking hilarious! that seriously made me laugh! like, OUT LOUD! hahahaha! i love your resolutions, srsly!
I’m really having a hard time doing the math in your site, hehe. ^_^
Cheers to those resolutions, Helga. I’m with you on getting married. Let’s drink and get drunk and conquer the world. =D
Have more faith in myself. Stop selling myself short. I am, after all, God. But only to some people. And that’s still pretty significant. I think.
i’ll let you into a secret. Im also God! wow. At least we know each other now.
[...] So I don’t know, maybe I’ll make something out of turning 22. Something that isn’t asinine or sarcastic, like most of my goals are (my 2007 Game Plan is one exception— I’m dead serious about that). One thing’s for sure: I’d like to have more Me Time this coming year. Or no, not Me Time, since I get enough of that during my daily commute to and from work; just more Quiet Time. I’d like to not find myself in a tizzy come the weekend. [...]
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