Archive for April, 2008
April 13, 2008 at 8:23 pm | Filed under admin, camwhorage
A new theme, again. I was supposed to upload this yesterday except I couldn’t get the theme to work right. I was getting this stupid error where the entry shows up twice when you go in it and I thought I had messed up my coding or the PHP includes UNTIL I activated the Cherry Berry and Default themes and still got the same bug.
So I upgraded to 2.5 and hoped that it’d fix the problem. And fixed the problem, it did!
I’m not done tweaking things (gotta work on the comments color scheme) and I’m actually scared to check if this theme validates for XHTML 1.0 Transitional, but it’s something I gotta do. For now, I give you webcam shots of a pot-bellied Peachy!
Major major headache. If you have any comments or suggestions, they will be appreciated as only lover has seen the draft for this theme. I know it’s not much of a change from the last one; it’s just that I’m very comfortable with this sort of layout.
Edit:
Yay. Valid CSS and XHTML 1.0 Transitional. Gotta work on XHTML 1.0 Strict.
April 9, 2008 at 7:27 pm | Filed under art & design, bitchin' a ride
I promised lover an entry on something, but this insufferable heat has been keeping me from properly organizing my thoughts. Everyday, when I wake up, I ask myself: have I died and gone to hell? Cos it sure is hot today! Gatdamn!
It’s summer, my favorite season. Back in college this meant the beach, drinking sprees, and out-of-town trips. This year, it seems like I’m going to spend summer in the city, getting ridiculous farmer tans from having to walk fully-clothed under the sun. Not happy.
I’ve been meaning to change layouts (the same way I’ve been meaning to work on a theme for helgaweber.com) and I came up with this 5-10 minute thing last Monday (I wanted something summer-y):
Except I can’t seem to work a header/theme around it. Fail.
My code needs cleaning, too. It was so much easier to work on shit with coffee and cigarettes and in my underwear.
You can’t tell, but I’m RRY frustrated.
April 6, 2008 at 2:02 pm | Filed under bitchin' a ride, technicolor lover
If there’s one thing I don’t do, it’s recycling men. Sure, whenever I go through a break-up, there’s always that initial phase of bitching and moaning and pining— for a few days or weeks, I turn into a Lindsay Lohan song-quoting pile of woe-is-me self-destructive idiot (and no! I am not ashamed to admit I listen to LiLo!). Because really, no matter how big a dick the now-ex is or was, break-ups always hurt and it’s the kind of hurt that could only be cured by, let’s see, the now-ex waltzing back in to your life after realizing he was being such a stupo for ending things with you.
But really, once the opportunity for reconciliation presents itself, I run. Away. Okay, so maybe it’s more like a few unsure baby steps towards the opposite direction, before breaking into a sprint. But yes, you get the idea.
For those of you who have been following this blog since Day 1 (I’m looking at you, Tracy, teehee) and are still able to recall— what with all the somewhat shoddily documented accounts of my men here (huh)— that dude known as D is back. For the third time.
It’s absolute LOL material, now that I’m done being pissed off at not being taken seriously and at his arrogance. I would never have imagined a 6′3″ man can be as pitiful and desperate as this. His latest message, sent an hour ago, is one of those recycled SMS messages:
“I hate the time before I go to sleep…Because that’s when the thoughts I’ve been trying to avoid…start to linger…”
I haven’t been replying to his messages since Friday night, but I’m tempted to reply to this one with a “LULZ. Eh di mag-shabu ka.”
Has anyone ever had an unwanted ex come back into their life and act as if everything was just peachy?
April 6, 2008 at 2:02 pm | Filed under ditz drivel
Months ago, I signed up for Smortyand I doubt that there’s anyone out there who still doesn’t know what Smorty’s all about. But just in case, it’s a blog advertising service. You sign up, they approve your blog, you’re given opportunities to write about (aka advertise) on your blog, and then they pay you for it. Easy money!
What’s convenient about Smorty is that no matter the topic, the the minimum word count for a blog post is 150. Other services usually require a minimum of 200 words. When the topic is something as…uh, “foreign” and mundane as drapes, it’s going to be kind of hard to cough up 200 words. Heh.
I honestly haven’t earned anything from it, though, because the opportunities are scarce, but I’m hoping that’s because I never really took the time to accept any of the present ones. Let’s see.
Yes, this post is brought to you by Smorty.
April 5, 2008 at 4:03 am | Filed under screen queen
But first: POP QUIZ! Say, you live in the boondocks that is Antipolo and you’re set to watch a musical at 8pm in a faraway place called Makati. You have to be there 730ish, for a group picture of sorts. Question: what time do you have to leave home to be able to make it on time?
a) Hmm. 6pm-ish? An hour and a half should be enough. I mean, Makati isn’t really that far-faraway. Heck, travel time on a good day takes about 30-45 minutes.
b) TRY THE DAY BEFORE BECAUSE EVERYTHING THAT COULD GO WRONG WILL GO WRONG. Like, construction along C5 that will make the hellish commute last an unnecessary hour longer.
About a month ago, I got an invitation to watch Repertory Philippines‘ local production of Altar Boyz. A quick search on Wikipedia and I was armed with all the information I needed: Altar Boyz “is a musical comedy about a fictitious Christian boy band from Ohio. It addresses and satirizes, among other things, the phenomenon of boy bands, the popularity of Christian-themed music and products in contemporary American culture.”
Huh. Boybands + religion + indifferent atheist me. Should be interesting.
Last Thursday night, no thanks to the goddamn traffic, I was an hour late for the Manila leg of their Raise The Praise tour (the musical-play is acted out as a concert and the boys are there to sing and save the lost souls in the audience). After managing to find a seat in the dark (the theater was full!), I sat down next to this smelly stranger just in time for the fourth to the last song.
What I loved most about the musical (besides it being witty and hilarious) was— in true boyband fashion— the stereotyping of the band members ( I’m a huge fan of stereotypes and mainly for retarded reasons). The Altar Boyz consists of Matthew, the group’s crucifix-donning leader; Mark, the effeminate dude in pink (prompting the standard “Is he gay?” question); Juan, (to borrow Fritz’s words) the Latin flavor; Abraham, the Jewish dude; and Luke, the pretty-but-dumb badass (my favorite character because it is played by Reuben Uy hotness).
I suck, I know, and I’ll be watching it again. I was thoroughly entertained by the little that I saw of it (the singing! The dancing! The script! The punchlines! The drama!), and as Fritz said: the audience was in stitches from start to end. I’m not about to start listening to Christian pop, though. Heh.
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Altar Boyz is directed by Chari Arespacochaga and stars PJ Valerio, Red Concepcion, Chevy Mercado, Reb Atadero, and Reuben Uy. The musical-play is scheduled to run from April 3 to April 27, 2008 at the Onstage Theater (2/F) Greenbelt 1. Shows are on Fridays and Saturdays at 8pm with Saturday and Sunday matinees at 330pm. Tickets are at P 550.00 (gold, reserved seating), P 350.00 (free seating), and P 250.00 (free seating).
For tickets, reservations, and information call the Rep office at 8870710 or Ticketworld at 891999. You may also log on to www.repertory-philippines.com or www.ticketworld.com.ph. Tickets are also available at the REP office located at 2316 Pasong Tamo Extension, Makati City and at the gate before every performance.
To reserve Altar Boyz GOLD tickets for the 26 April Saturday 3.30pm show, please contact Lorna Lopez thru:
(Globe) 0917.9256505
(Sun) 0922.3875729
(email) cranegoddesscorp at gmail dot com
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. 
