YAY, A BIRTHDAY PARTY? AND A MEME!

May 30, 2007 at 12:35 am | Filed under joyful girl, memes and such

Your friendly neighborhood barbies (Tanduay Rhum Barbie, Euro Whore Barbie, Birdie Barbie, and Popstar Barbie) are throwing a papapapartay this Saturday, though not necessarily in honor of my turning twenty-two. Truth is, I just wanted to make that little banner thinger, and the party was actually supposed to be last Sunday but the cleaning lady came in late.

Let’s get happy with Tanduay, romaine, and Ashlee Simpson! .!!!

Fine. Maybe there will be actual food and there will definitely be some Lindsay Lohan and maybe a little Hilary Duff; but I will not be providing beer. Because I will be tempted to drink it. Because I’m drinking beer again.

A warning, though: the guest washroom’s toilet doesn’t flush.

OMG, I’m 22 tomorrow. And now a meme.

Instructions: Imagine if your life were a movie, what would the soundtrack be? Use your media library (Ipod, Media Player, etc.), put it on shuffle mode, press play for each question and press next for the next questions.

Opening Credits: Never Is A Promise, Fiona Apple

You’ll never touch - these things that I hold
The skin of my emotions lies beneath my own
You’ll never feel the heat of this soul
My fever burns me deeper than I’ve ever shown - to you

Waking Up: Beautiful, Belle and Sebastian

But everyone she knew thought she was beautiful
Only slightly mental
Beautiful, a bit temperamental
Beautiful, only slightly mental

First Day At School: No Sleep Tonight, The Faders

Girl, you won’t be sleeping
No sleep tonight
Do I have to spell it out in black and white

Falling In Love: Flowers, Cibo Matto

I want certain words more than a thousand flowers

Fight Song: Not Too Late, Norah Jones

I’ve seen people try to change,
And I know it isn’t easy,
But nothin’ worth the time never really is

Breaking Up: Two Beds and a Coffee Machine, Savage Garden

Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on

Prom: Whenever There Is You, Koop

So, please
Let our life begin now
Say you will stay with me
And be my man

Life’s OK: Beautiful, Late Night Alumni

I don’t have to dream
Reality is beautiful in you

Mental Breakdown: They Are Night Zombies!!! They Are Neighbors!! They Come Back From The Dead, Sufjan Stevens

I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Ring the bell and call or write us
I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Can you call the Captain Clitus?
B-U-D-A! Caledonia! S-E-C-O-R! Magnolia!
B-I-R-D-S! And Kankakee! Evansville and Parker City

Driving: Just Like Heaven, The Cure

Spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed her face and kissed her head
And dreamed of all the different ways I had
To make her glow

Flashback: Feelin’ Kinda Sunday, Nancy Sinatra

The bells I hear in me say I should be getting up soon,
Been travelling all morning long, but I’m still here in my room

Getting Back Together: First Orgasm, The Dresden Dolls

I bet I could last at least a week without someone to hold me
Won’t you hold me?

Wedding: Fell In Love With A Boy, Joss Stone

I fell in love once and almost completely
He’s in love with the world and sometimes these feelings can be so misleading

Birth of Child: Chariot, Gavin Degraw

You’ll be my vacation away from this place

Final Battle: L.O.V.E., Ashlee Simpson

Love is an energy, love is a mystery
Love is meant to be true
Love is a part of me, love is the heart of me
Love is the best thing we do

Death Scene: Me And The Minibar, The Dresden Dolls

No such details will spoil my plan
That is the kind of girl I am

Funeral Song: This Place Is A Prison, The Postal Service

I know there’s a big world out there like the one I saw on the screen
In my living room late last night,
It was almost too bright to see
And I know that it’s not a party if it happens every night
Pretending there’s glamour and candelabra
When you’re drinking by candlelight

What does it take to get a drink in this place?

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HEARTBREAK HIATUS.

May 28, 2007 at 2:57 pm | Filed under camwhorage, the single girl phenomenon

What do you do when a guy dumps you? You date his friend, of course.

But seriously, I think it’s about time I be nicer to myself. I’m going to stay away from boyfriends. I was my worst last Friday and it just shows what a…I think the word is “bitch”…I am: it was my friend’s birthday party and I made out with her boyfriend. I am not someone you’d like to be left alone with your guy.

I disgust myself sometimes.

Anyway, just got back from this Baby Boy’s christening in Quezon:

Isn’t my godson absolutely adorable? Funny story: I got to Quezon still drunk from Friday night. That pink retro dress in my last entry, the one I was supposed to wear? Didn’t happen. I just threw on a clean shirt, rushed to High Temperature (my friends’ bar), put on some make up, and then went to the church. So Eight’s dad handed me a candle, right? I was like, what a nice glittery blue candle dum dee dum dee dum. YEAH, I WAS NINANG. And I didn’t even have a gift.

Some photos. Because it’s a Monday:

My low-rise jeans and my sexy (pre-beer) tummy. See my mole and the lace of my undies? Yay!

Maling love! I was drunk (again) last night and Allah and I had the munchies when we got home. I now have a nice little cut on my right ring finger which I probably got when I was massacring the maling.

Photos of photos from Jen and Niel’s wedding last year:

I didn’t look as bad as I thought I did then, after all. I remember being the first to be made up and I hated how rough the gay make-up artist was with his sponge and brushes and how I was too sleepy to complain (sleepy, not hungover) and ALL THE AQUANET and trying to sleep without messing up my face.

AND THIS! THIS IS MY BEST MARY-KATE FACE!!!

Heh.

So yeah, I’m taking a break from heartache and stuff. The best friend’s coming over mid-June to look for a job (behind her mom’s back lololol) and nothing’s final yet, but I might have a room mate. I know I know, I’m not good with room mates but she’s my best friend and I figure that with having her around, the chances of me bringing home men (who will only end up, I don’t know, breaking my heart or something) will lessen. My only concern is that because of the lack of space, we’ll be sharing my bed and she has a boyfriend and I know they’ve already had sexy time on my bed several times. It’s okay, really, but just not on a regular basis.

Also, we’re looking into enrolling ourselves in a bartending course (so we can go to Florida, roflwaffle). I’m too lazy to google right now, maybe later at work (sigh. Work) but if any of you out there know where we can take lessons, please leave me a comment or email me (mynameishelga[at]gmail.com).

Bobby still has a fever, I’m worried now. His fur’s all blah and rough, meaning he hasn’t been grooming himself. My dad said cats really do get sick and stuff, so he doesn’t see the need to take him to the vet. Poor baby cat.

Monday again and I’ve been up since 7am. I’m going to die tonight.

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FRIDAY FIVE i.

May 25, 2007 at 3:41 am | Filed under lists

1. Wearing super low-rise jeans and a shirt that rides up my tummy every time I move. I can see that mole.

2. Bought a pink stripey retro-ish wraparound dress to wear this Saturday to Eight’s christening. I want turquoise heels to go with it, but I don’t have time to shop. For this dress, I walked from the Ayala Avenue MRT station to PeopeSupport Center. Came in eleven minutes late for work.

3. LOLKITTY. KITTYSMASH. SPAMCAT. Stealz keeps me a bit sane at work. Yayz.

4. Mr Supervisor keeps on touching my shoulder. He really wants to make utang. It makes me giddy. He is so cute in his Crocs. Sad, no Zukina this Saturday after my shift, as I will be going straight to Quezon.

5. Thinking of ways to fill up my weekends. Thinking of a way to spend my post-birthday weekend.

She’s shallow like the shoreline during low tide
But my hopes are not quite as high
Can‘t spot her faults but she spotted mine
She left me for herself
Considering I would too

-Short, Fast, And Loud, Fall Out Boy

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I FEEL LIKE A TEENAGER’S LJ.

May 22, 2007 at 7:28 pm | Filed under breaking up the girl

I don’t feel so good about myself, and I don’t think my liver likes me much right now. You know how it is when you’re not too crazy about yourself, and in an effort to improve things, you cut off one thing from your life that you believe living without would (eventually, and sometimes instantly) make you a better person? Yeah, that’s what I’m going through right now and I’m having a crisis.

Crisis how what why huh. Put simply, I don’t know what to give up. Or something. Sure, I’ve got a pretty nice collection of bad habits and vices (cigarettes. Rum. Nailbiting. Coffee. Emotionally-unavailable men. Diets. Holding in my pee. Throwing money at people whilst saying “Kaya kita bilhin, eto o!”. Drunken drama. Sniffing rugby. Snorting through my nose with a bendable straw Valium I crushed with used-up internet cards. Jesus Christ), none of which I can bear to part with.

So I don’t know (what else is new). I told myself detoxing this week would do me some good, and I even momentarily contemplated on giving up coffee and maybe cutting down on my smoking. I actually want an apple right now, but I don’t know where to get one; and some white tea to calm my tummy. ANYWAY. Detox, this week, right? And then come the weekend, I’m back to boozing up, so that kinda just cancels out one week of kinda-healthy living. What to do what to do what to do. I’m thinking of not drinking this weekend, but that’s like shooting rubberbands at the stars or some equally emo shit like that. A friend said he’d keep me from drinking if we push through with meeting up on Saturday and that’s a nice thought, really, but I’m an Addict and an Alcoholic (quoting A Million Little Pieces now) and I know alcohol can’t resist me.

Srsly though, I feel ill and if keeping sober for one week will prevent me from having another Monday like yesterday’s, I’d gladly hole myself up in Antipolo and spend the weekend laughing at people at TristanCafe.

But really, I don’t think I have a drinking problem. It’s how I am when I’m drunk that is a problem. There are two three ways I can drive away people: my drama, my drunkenness, and my drunken drama. Those three never fail me.

If anything, Aa is here and that makes me happy. Too bad I can’t call in sick for work.

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IT’S A CRUSH. BAH.

May 18, 2007 at 9:29 am | Filed under a waste of human capital, camwhorage, technicolor lover

I originally was just planning on Twittering this, but it’s not short enough.

So liek ohmygah, Mr Supervisor held my hand. And it’s been more than four hours since, so I’ve calmed down a bit and the giddy schoolgirl feeling’s faded a little. But. Like. Oh. My. Gah.

As usual, I left work late— an hour after my shift ended. I stuffed all my things into my bag, cleared my desk, banged my head on my keyboard tray thrice (for a dash of drama), mumbled my good-byes to my co-workers, and shuffled past them. Mr Supervisor’s station (where he sits looking all sexy and squeezable) is right at the end of our quadrant, thus totally unavoidable. I smiled at him just as he looked up from his screen, cocked my head (because it’s cute to do so, I suppose) to the side and said my good-bye. He adjusted his headset, pushed his swivel chair back a bit, gently grabbed my left hand with his right hand and went:

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“How are you going home?”

Mr Supervisor. Me. Holding hands. And yes, I admit to not being normal, cos I just stood there _holding his hand_ while I replied with a “I’m taking the bus”. Ya know. Just stood there instead of, I don’t know, rushing off to the washroom to lock myself in one of the cubicles so I could proceed to touch all my feminine spots with my left hand? Or something?

HE’S NOT EVEN CUTE!!! He’s just so big and meaty and so…attackable. Someone I can curl up to.

“You take care okay?” He squeezed my hand. I squeezed his hand back. And then slowly. Walked. Away. Like nothing special happened. While discreetly hugging myself.

No intertwining fingers, though. That would’ve been awkward. And creepy. Kinda.

Alsos. I am Kristina’s biggest fan at the moment. I don’t know how she does it, but she found a proxy server that works. For now, at least. So I’m still on the internets, huzzah!

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