OH, FRIDAY RANDOM.

August 10, 2007 at 4:01 am | Filed under ditz drivel, made in the Philippines, technicolor lover

For no apparent reason, I am reminded of this time the best friend and I took on Pampanga on our own. Armed with bikinis, two days’ worth of clothes, Valium, and each other’s company (all you need in life, but throw in some cigarettes and rum in there) we made our way to a provincial bus station, sat in the front of an ordinary bus (so we could smoke during the two-hour ride) and started badgering the driver to leave. But anyway, not the point.

So this security guard comes up, stands on the steps in front of us, and starts trying to get me admit that I was Yasmien Kurdi from Starstruck. Or just anyone from Starstruck/a celebrity. And then the guard does the laughable: he pulls out a wallet-sized photo of him, hands it to me, and asks for my autograph.

Several levels of weird and crazy right there. Tell me this doesn’t only happen in the Philippines.

I’m feeling extremely irritable and territorial today and I’m trying my bestest to suck it up and remain pleasant. So I’m calling forth happy thoughts, such as how Mr Supervisor likened me to Avril Lavigne: like a strawberry milkshake with a shot of tequila. Amusing.

This is a couple of weeks late (and for good reason): …haha. Mr Supervisor reads my blog. Now, the face-palm awkward are-those-crickets-I-hear? moment only lasted, like, a day. It’s the omg-my-world-is-getting-smaller feeling that took longer to shake off. But what’s really a bother is the whole oh-noes-I-can’t-blog-about-how-hot-he-is-today-in-that-red-sweater-of-his-and-other-stories thing. See, I can’t even write properly anymore.

That said, I guess I should go shut up now about the whole thing.

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YOOOOU ARE TWENTY-TWO!…

August 4, 2007 at 6:23 am | Filed under joyful girl

…and you live in Avenue Q!

So liek ZOMG!!!

Avenue Q in Manila, yay yay yay yay! LIEK ZOMGZ YAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!

The puppets who brought us such awesomest of awesomest songs like I’m Not Wearing Underwear Today and Everyone’s A Little Bit Racist and Schadenfraude! Live! I’m gonna see! Live! Finally! Something to cross off my Things To Do Before I Die list! They’re coming here! Yay yay yay yay yay!

Anyway, I’m eyeing orchestra seats, but I don’t know anyone who’s an Avenue Q fan (okay, that’s a big fat lie, I know a handful). Let’s waaaaaaaaaaaatch!!!! Let’s waaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaatch!!!!

Trekkie Monsterrrrrrrrrrrrr!!! iExcited!

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WENDY VS PETER PAN.

August 2, 2007 at 5:18 am | Filed under bitchin' a ride, technicolor lover

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.

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