Archive for August, 2007
August 31, 2007 at 4:30 am | Filed under admin
Planning on changing my domain name, because really, ditz-revolution AND blog.ditz-revolution are just too long. I should’ve listened to John over a year ago, when he suggested I go get helgrrrl.com.
A huge part of me wants to keep the ‘ditz’ part. Ditz-x.com, perhaps? But I also want my name in there. Helgatheweber.com, maybe? Then there’s also helgrrr.com and helgrrrl.com. Also, lolkitty.com, if it’s available.
Superditz.com? Naaaah. That’s just too funneh (bugs bunneh).
Odd odd day. I was in the sourest of moods up until 15 minutes ago.
Also:
From: Ramil_Ventus
Sent: Thursday, August 30, 2007 3:22 PM
To: Helga Gabrielle Weber
Subject: RE:
I cant help it! I do it subconsciously.
Sabi lang ng kasama ko, “Ano ba makatingin to si ventus parang hinuhubaran na yung babae! Grabe.”
Then I was like, “What? Whaddido?”
From: Helga Gabrielle Weber
Sent: Friday, August 31, 2007 4:17 AM
To: Ventus, Ramil
Subject: RE:
WHAT
From: Ramil_Ventus
Sent: Thursday, August 30, 2007 3:14 PM
To: Helga Gabrielle Weber
Subject: RE:
No. Mob. Angry boyfriends. Meh.
From: Helga Gabrielle Weber
Sent: Friday, August 31, 2007 4:13 AM
To: Ventus, Ramil
Subject: RE:
Boner? :P
From: Ramil_Ventus
Sent: Thursday, August 30, 2007 3:12 PM
To: Helga Gabrielle Weber
Subject: RE:
He turned his entire blog into a forum? WHAT?!
SKINNY JEANS will get me killed someday.
What a voyeur, that Ramil guy is. And what a gay:
Flash dicks? Okay.
I’m in a bad mood again. Did I just hear our team manager say ‘Chuchubells’???
August 28, 2007 at 4:22 am | Filed under camwhorage, ditz drivel, the internets
Ever since I noticed a few months ago that people have been Googling my name, I’ve made it a habit to do the same every now and then, if only to see if anything new would come up in the search results. So far, only boring stuff show up (this blog, an old LJ account, and my Twitter are on the first page), which is good. Not that I’m paranoid or anything, I’m just glad that all search results are directed here. Out of curiosity, I googled my brother’s name, too:
My brother’s name yields more awesome results than my name, so I find validation in being nominated for the Hot Hot Hot as Jalapeno Pinoy Blogger Award in the Pinoy Evil Blog Awards. Not that I have any clue as to what the whole thing’s for or how the nomination came about (besides my posting way too many photos of me in my underwear here), but it’s pretty cool.
(So I revisited The Helga Weber Numbers and I suddenly feel the need to resurrect it, if only as a dumping place for stuff that I can’t afford to post publicly.)
MONDAY RANDOM!
A quotation (it is beyond words how much comfort I find in this passage):
It is a world of impulse. It is a world of sincerity. It is a world in which every word spoken speaks just to that moment, every glance given has only one meaning, each kiss is a kiss of immediacy.
-Einstein’s Dreams, Alan Lightman
A photo:
A quasi-epiphany:
It hit me over dinner last Sunday night that perhaps the reason why life seems to be a more pleasant ride nowadays is that I no longer question the order of things. I just mock them, in my own seemingly innocuous way.
And a question:
One of the things I’ve learned from Mr Supervisor is that we tend to attract what we think about the most. It’s nothing new, really, as I’ve always known just how powerful channeling one’s positive or negative energy is (having taken an interest in Wicca back in highschool and looking for a rational explanation for spells. Well, as rational as you can get with Wicca); it’s just something I didn’t take seriously or didn’t acknowledge enough.
The question is: what’s one constant thing that’s been occupying my mind lately?
Bah.
August 25, 2007 at 4:16 am | Filed under the internets
I never really go to offline blogger events or “parties”, save for TMB celebraganzas, for the sole reason that I’m antisocial (what? Lololol). So anyway, having nothing better to do on a Thursday night (I lie: I actually filed a leave for that night for this “party”), I, with the awesome TMB monkeys + my “date” made my way to Taste Asia 2. Honestly, I had no clue what the event was all about; I just wanted to, like, be there.
The majority of the night was spent not socializing and just downing bottle after bottle of booze at The TMB Table. And several trips to the washroom which was three meters behind our table. WHAT A FANTASTIC PARTEEEEH, HUH? Too bad I was too lazy to go around and look for people I know/wanted to meet IRL (read: just one: Shari).
I did see Benj which was awesomecakes as I haven’t seen the guy since 2001, and I finally got to meet the sexy nomad Jen Mordo. I missed Liz, though, boo. Highlight of the evening was seeing Bim and Mikey fighting over Penny.
Mikey: Kunyari Bim and I are the last two guys on earth.
Bim: Tapos may goat.
Penny chooses Bim, huzzah!
Bim and Steel are gangstahs.
Me, looking like a moron. Chubby AZN cheeks explosion!
Photos swiped from Ade.
All in all, and like any night spent with the TMB kids, I had loads of fun. And now I seriously need to de-tox; no drinking until September.
August 21, 2007 at 1:51 am | Filed under camwhorage, mr wonderful
So I was drunk the whole weekend. I haven’t had that much alcohol in a while and to prove just how plastered I was: I’ve got a ginormous bruise on my ass (and several smaller bruises on other various body parts) from apparently falling off a sidewalk into the street before crashing into a car. And then I broke my heel. AGAIN. My poor lovely red fuck-me pumps, I was going to rule the world with you.
Quick rundown of the weekend that was: nutty weather, “Green dress! Green dress! Green dress!”, Eric Kupper @ Embassy (!!!), “Pok-pok! Pok-pok! Pok-pok!”, pure Absolut (Jesus Christ), Grey Goose, eating two McDonald’s meals, sneaking in Aa, waking up (still drunk) in an empty bed with Aa going through my cabinet, and itching to drink again. Except I fell asleep.
Route 196, Session Road, PH 9.0 (my Saturday night accessory), Sol de Espana, an overpriced bottle of Tanduay (450 bucks? Are you fucking kidding me?), Lomos, chicken, nachos, lots and lots of pizza, waking up at the Meatshop, wondering what the hell Allah was doing at the Meatshop and why wasn’t she at work (that took a few moments to register), 7-11 morning alcohol run, beer, making Drew proud by not falling asleep and entertaining the guests, drunk texting the mancandy, and waking up just as the mancandy walked in.
“You’re so ta-LEN-ted”, Meatshop, more rum, friends, friends of friends, Sienna College girls, a bangus tattoo, Una Sikat, corporate phone messages, Helga Bear, and streetside camwhoring at 6am.
And now I feel like crap. Alcohol overload. I’d like a carton of Nativa, some fruit, and about 14 hours of sleep, please.
August 14, 2007 at 10:25 pm | Filed under bitchin' a ride, camwhorage
Because my discipline and self-control (which were never really much, to begin with) can be likened to a two-dollar ho (cheap and easy. Okay, so maybe just easy) whenever faced with ice cold beer and mounds of cooked rice, my midsection is now disgustingly out of shape.
“WTF, did I swallow a keg?” pose.
I CAN PINCH AN INCH!
Beer. It’s bad for you.
Years ago, not only did I have a flat tummy, I actually had badass! swimmer abs. Of course, when you’re a 13-year old highschool sophomore surrounded by genetically skinny girls with numchucks for arms and legs, the 3 Ts (thin, tan, and toned?) go unappreciated (if not hated). Okay, so I wasn’t thin then; ‘athletic’ would be the more apt term. But I definitely wasn’t this fat.
I know there’s nothing more unattractive than unloading body drama on other people, so I won’t. But just to say: I do not have body dysmorphic disorder (Jesus, look at how ugly my belly button is! And my cellulite count outnumbers the population of Japan! And look how tight XXL panties are on me!)— on the contrary (and because I’m such a weird), there are certain regulation body defects of mine that I find cute. LIKE MY STRETCH MARKS. I think they add character. This is coming from a person who thought the same of burning cigarette holes into her Miriam College skirt (”Helga, WTF are you doing?!” “Adding character!” “No. You’re drunk.” “Yeah. That, too.”).
Tomorrow, I start working out again.
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. 
