Archive for April, 2007
April 27, 2007 at 10:53 am | Filed under breaking up the girl
Going through a ridiculous bout of emo. This, I realized on my way home today, and that it’s actually been going on for quite some time now (like, since Monday).
It’s not even issueses. I think I’m just being my typical self: movie’s just started, and already I’m fastforwarding to the credits, imagining my own ending. And the journey in between, usually peppered with lots of telenovela-like scenes. And dialogues. Like “Nahihibang ka na! Dun ka sa Palawan! Kung san madaming buwaya!” and “May taning na ang buhay mo! Tara dun sa banyo! Kung san madulas!” and such.
Perhaps Prozac can stabilize my emotions. You know what would be awesome? Tanduay pills.
The morning I got up to begin this book I coughed. Something was coming out of my throat: it was strangling me. I broke the thread which held it and yanked it out. I went back to bed and said: I have just spat out my heart.
-House of Incest, Anais Nin
April 26, 2007 at 8:54 am | Filed under breaking up the girl, joyful girl, the helga manual
It’s the unexpected little things that will always make me happy. That, I realized yesterday early evening when I went to our building’s Starbucks (as I always do, when I have a few minutes to spare) to get my pre-shift caffeine fix. A few feet away from the counter, my barista crush looks up, flashes his very D-like braces at my direction and greets me with a “Hi, Helga.” I smile back, throw my money down and give my order. “Starting work?” Small talk, I love small talk. “Here’s your drink, Helga, see you again later,” as I leave.
Nevermind that he still spells my name as Helda.
Also, things like getting a Phase IV right on the first try (you are not Sabre-trained, you are not a travel agent— so yes, what the what is a Phase IV, right. Take my word for it: it’s complicated shit). Victory! Pwned!
And the way my direct supervisor calls all the girls in my batch “sweetheart” (I wonder what he calls the boys, then) and when he says “rock and roll” or “I’m ready to rock, are you ready to roll?” or “is that going to rock? Cos let’s roll” when I’m just about to make like a te-te-terrorist and wreak havoc on all flights from today until June 18. Of next year. Said supervisor also has very D-like braces, but then I think I think all men with braces have mouths that look like D’s.
I’m starting to answer to the name Heather. In real life. I’m not sure how I feel about this.
Today was a horrible day at work. And I survived. But just barely.
Michael: Angel bailed me out.
James: Angel?
Michael: Well, actually, Angel bailed you out.
James: Me?
Michael: Yeah, I told the police I was you.
[James gawks in disbelief]
Michael: Oh James, it’s just all in fun. And after I told them you had AIDS, they gave me my own room with a VCR and ice cream!
James: Michael, I don’t even like you! I have never liked you!
-Party Monster
Yeah, that’s basically today’s emotions.
April 25, 2007 at 9:28 am | Filed under a waste of human capital, the helga manual, the internets
I srsly love things that tell me what or who I am. Also, Wordpress is a douchebag (or maybe I’m just an idiot)— it won’t let me directly copy and paste the widget code aka embed the script; but because I love this meme so much, I went ahead and prntscrned all the frames and made my own gif. Awezome.
It’s been years since I last animated anything, so really, is there an option to not optimize gifs when saving? (And why can’t I find that option?) Cos it totally compromises the image quality.
I’m surprised, though, that I fell into the Nice N Cheesy category instead of Touchy Feely. But not rly. I guess it just shows that I’m beginning to differentiate between lust and love, and separate (at least) the ideas of them. If that’s a good thing or not, I have yet to find out.
Second day taking in calls and I swear, I’m gonna pwn this bitch. American business folks booking business trips are easy to talk to— they’re not irate, they’re oddly very grateful, they talk fast, and they’re willing to hold. It’s just the non-talk processes that kill me. My fingers hurt from pounding too hard on the keyboard. Also, I’m starting to refer to the asterisk as ‘display’. And it’s not a 0, it’s a sell.
And that’s it for boring. Honestly, I’m a bit drained. :(
April 23, 2007 at 3:21 pm | Filed under a waste of human capital, camwhorage
Out of boredom, I dyed my hair. The first and last time I ever attempted to do so was a few weeks shy of my 18th birthday; I guess I did a pretty decent job, considering I was only 17 then.
Quick comparison.
I thought it appropriate to take a “Hi my name is Mhe-Annze, I’m from Balara, txtm8z?! EB?!?!” photo. Bah, I know I look fug there, but it’s okai! Cos I’ve got inner beautay! And all that jazz!
ARGH. Look at my eyebrows, look at my hair. So I did what seemed to be the sanest thing to do, up until 5 seconds ago (cos now I have nooo idea how I’m going to rinse it out— dunk my face into a basin of water?): I used the leftover dye on my eyebrows.
Next time, I find time to sit my ass in a salon and have a pro do it. Red highlights, yes. Or totally go Fiona Apple-brown. It’s instances like these that make me feel I’m a waste of kikay estrogen. I can do the dishes, do the laundry, scrub the floor, maybe throw in some ironing (and cooking, definitely cooking. And shoe-shining), and pee perfectly into a bottle. But I cannot, for the life of me, cut my own nails, pluck my own eyebrows, and dye my own hair.
Also, I think this is nervousness I’m feeling: tonight, I get to see what it really is like, being a corporate travel specialist. Ooh boy, after more than two months, I’m back to taking in calls. Also, I’m craving for Kublai’s eat-all-you-can buffet.
Can’t everyday be Sunday?
April 20, 2007 at 1:36 am | Filed under the internets
A while ago, I swore to never sign up for a Twitter account. But these fine upstanding young men have been having somuchfun without me, and that just makes me suicidal.
So if anyone’s on Twitter, add me up: http://twitter.com/helgatheweber. Let’s be friends? No? Okay!
Also, I added a Twitter badge to my sidebar. Except it won’t update.
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. 
