I won’t go into details anymore (as I am sorely aiming to keep my calm and do things in an ordered, adult-like, and legal manner) about the “little spat” I had with my landlord yesterday morning. Just thinking about the whole thing puts me in a terrible I-wanna-Shabak-technique-somebody mood. Because you do not talk to a person you do business with that way. You do not start a conversation by yelling at a person and you do not continue the conversation still yelling at the person when she has been nothing but cool-headed and civil all throughout.
Insert giant soothing sigh here.
Argh. Sometimes I wish I could run to my folks and have them sort out things for me, but all I’d probably get from them is a good verbal shellacking and yet another attempt to lure me back home to Antipolo. In a situation like this (I am SO fed up, like really), I just might pack all my stuff and move to the mountains to live a life of daily hugs and kisses from mom, dad, and The Creatures— something I haven’t had since I was 16. But no. I am not a kid anymore; I will handle this and I will figure this out myself. With the help of Allah, of course. And Allah’s sue-happy lawyer, yay!
And sometimes, I wish I still had it in me to fight dirty. Being a grown up is no fun. You have to deal with and go through all these trivialities, legalities, and niceties and bore yourself with the black-and-whites of things.
It’s odd how Katipunan failed to work its magic on me. This place is Neverland— people don’t grow up here. Sure, we all eventually get out of college and leave our sheltered middle-class upbringings to make like modern day proletariats and all that jazz. But we remain like college kids all our lives. BAH. I don’t know what I’m getting at. I guess this is me taking a serious stab at adulthood (and being repeatedly bitchslapped by it).
As a shining example of how unprepared I really am to take on adult responsibility: …HEE. My Starbucks barista crush remembers me. It’s been MONTHS since I last went to our building’s Starbucks and I was pleasantly surprised to find out that he was still working there. Nevermind that getting my coffee made me three minutes late for work. I’m, like, still swooning here: someone else had taken my order and when I gave my name for the cup, barista crush flashed me a smile and went “Oh hey, it’s Helda! (grumble) It’s been so long!” It’s the braces, man. The Braces.
Pffft. It’s such a schoolgirl thing to be attracted to.
You know what’s a funny term? Grand total. It makes me giggle. And rv camping.
Hi, I'm Helga Weber and welcome to my personal site. I'm 25 and in the process of learning how to make adventurous life choices. I dislike old people but I love grandma clothes. My goal in life is to build a ball pit right next to my bed. Currently searching for the perfect house coat. My lover is the greatest. 
Your barista crush remebers you? Well, you aren’t that hart to forget anyway, ms Weber.
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Well… of course you’re a certified head turner! How’s your PSOlympics stuffs doin?
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August 3rd, 2007 at 4:47 am
A GRAND TOTAL OF 1000000000 STUFFS!
Yehay!
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August 3rd, 2007 at 6:41 pm
ASS!
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Grand total of 1000000000!
/spaz.
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Very rarely when someone says “grand total” to me do I feel it actually really is a “grand” total. By the way, did I mention that you rock my socks? :)
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oooh so you are attracted to guys with braces. I used to be like that as well.
Btw, regarding to your question in my blog. Got to Europe due to my OJT work in an IT firm then shifted to student visa. But you know bureaucracy and all even though I completed all the requirements. Now my lawyer is fixing things up.
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tell your landlord the customer is always right-handed. :P
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August 3rd, 2007 at 12:17 am
And said right hand is holding a crowbar.
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did Allah fail to seduce Ariel (the landlord) with the tapis technique?
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August 4th, 2007 at 2:02 am
The guard made Allah chika. The whole thing started because… WE WERENT HAVING OUR LAUNDRY DONE AT THEIR LAUNDRY SHOP. Dundundundun!
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August 4th, 2007 at 5:20 am
fuck laundry. you guys even have their katulong clean your place right? or maybe they’re jealous because they’re old. oh by the way their kid’s with me, he wants to go flying daw. can you do the initial shove please?
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August 8th, 2007 at 10:50 am
The fuck! Seriously?! Punyeta naman that landlord. Let’s rape him if he’s rape-worthy. If not, well, then, hit him with the crowbar.
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dealing with landlords is always shitty, mine actually wanted me to move to the next door all cuz he wanted to showcase my apartment to potential buyers (its newly painted)
and braces? well i think they’re geeky, i like badboy types yay!
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August 4th, 2007 at 2:18 am
What area do you live in? We’re apartment/condo shopping.
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August 4th, 2007 at 8:30 am
shopping? hehe i live in QC, Cubao (jologs)
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Braces are very, very sexy. More so after Steel decided to wear a set. *kindat sabay kagat sa labi*
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August 3rd, 2007 at 8:53 pm
Now that you mentioned it, I’d like to ask you to stop texting me in the middle of the night with kissie smiley messages. Thanks.
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But i’m starting to hate my bracessss na.
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drrrraaaaama! Just coz you weren’t havin yer panties cleaned by them? Hrm!
How kinky in a shallow way…yeh
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August 8th, 2007 at 9:54 pm
I wash my own panties, thank you very much ;)
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Braces are sexy especially, when flashed, it matches the twinkle in one’s eyes.
And if the guy wearing the braces has a nice ass. Yummy!
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