I’ve been operating on the oddest schedule ever, odder than when I used to work nights (not as a prostitute, no). There’s nothing consistent about my hours and though I find myself assaulted with headaches throughout the day due to lack of sleep, I’m totally okay with it. I’ve also managed to keep my ditz moments to a minimum (just one this week!: I accidentally got in the wrong ride to take me to school). The consequence of having lover in a different timezone.

I’ve been up chatting with lover since 1am. I could use a cigarette, a mug of strong coffee, a line of coke, and maybe a cheap hooker…wait, no. But guess what? None of these exist or are allowed at my folks’!

Anyway.

On being loved, in the past:

Lover: love as defined by the emotions of the average pinoy guy, isn’t really love per se. Like would you say that they loved you the way I do now?

Helga: Of course not

Lover: The concept of love in pinoy society has been so dumbed down and diluted that it’s hard for me to even call it love.

Helga: But thats because I didnt give it a change

Lover: what
Lover: meh.

Helga: But thats because I didnt give it a chance, I mean
Helga: Bayb

Lover: kala ko hindi mo binigyan ng sukli.*
Lover: and really bad english too, bad helga.

*I thought you didn’t give him change

On past experiences defining who we are today:

Lover: she’s going froom one quick fix to another.

Helga: I dont know. The meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Helga: Sorry, was peeking under the E key
Helga: eeeeeeeee
Helga: rrrrrr
Helga: eeeeeeeeeeee

Lover: i mean, i’m sure you went through that period, but your mind and your heart still keeps trying to make things better, and find a better way.

Helga: Man, my keyboard’s dirty

Tells you lots about our personalities, eh?

It’s Friday, I’m in love.