Archive for November, 2008
November 27, 2008 at 6:55 pm | Filed under lists, the helga manual, things I love
I got this from Katy who got it from someone else. I figure this could be a weekly thing, blog fodder of some sort (I used to have Friday Five for that…which doesn’t even have its own category).
Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf’s African Sunrise Tea Latte. The downside to it is that it’s not caffeinated. The upside is…it tastes absolutely divine. I prefer mine warm so I can start guzzling it down as soon as the CBTL barista hands it to me.
Condensed milk. It’s so good, yet so bad for you. I use it to sweeten my coffee (a replacement of organic muscovado which is starting to taste a bit bleh for me now), with bread (when my brother is complaining that I’m eating all his Crumpy), and sometimes drink it on its own. I always feel nauseous after doing the latter because I never ever know when to quit. Don’t ask me if I know how much fat I’m ingesting because I refuse to read the nutrition facts.
ESL MB aka EatShopLove MB— Saha’s board. It’s fairly new (launched early this week) so don’t be turned off by the lack of themes and hacks and COME LET’S JOIN US!
My co-workers’s shared music…which I discovered only yesterday, when I accidentally clicked on iBub. After four months of using this computer! I listen to music at work using my iPod so I never really bothered to tinker with my iTunes. I’m so glad I have access to their shared music because iTorres (my boss’) is a goldmine of indie pop goodness.
Salted eggs and tomatoes. Nom nom nom nom nom nom. As I type this, I have two trays of salted eggs sitting in my fridge and a handful of tomatoes, waiting to be eaten. I can’t wait to get home.
Add to the list: NV diet pills.
November 25, 2008 at 4:57 pm | Filed under the internets
Something almost as entertaining as a PS3: Poladroid! I may not be a Polaroid-enthusiast (I own one but I’ve only ever used it once) but who doesn’t appreciate a Polaroid picture?
It’s pretty easy to fake Polaroid frames on Photoshop and there are even actions you can download so you don’t have to go through the whole process. Thanks to J, though, I learned about Poladroid (claiming to be the easiest and funniest Polaroid image maker). After checking out the gallery on their Flickr group, I immediately installed the program and OMG, I am amused. Lookie!
(Shake the picture and it develops faster!)
Some features (taken from the site):
- Easy to use : Drag & Drop
- Generate High-resolution pictures (400 dpi), “ready-to-print” with a Polaroid design
- Funny : only 10 treatments per session, like the content of a cartridge ; interactive (look at the demo below) ; random and realistic Polaroid-like colors variation.
Poladroid for Windows coming soon!
November 21, 2008 at 1:53 pm | Filed under bitchin' a ride, urban primadonna
You’d think that when you’ve been taking the same route home at the same time every evening for the past two or three weeks, you’d get the hang of things and fall into a somewhat convenient routine and expect things to be the same (with the exception of rain or some other event that brings out the stupid in everyone, like I don’t know, more rain) for forever, right?
Not really.
Last night, I left work at the usual time: 9:05ish pm. The walk from my building along Emerald Avenue to the front of Galleria (the side facing EDSA) was uneventful and normal. I smoked one cigarette, zipped past people, and arrived at the bus stop only slightly sweaty with Kat DeLuna yelling into my ears. And then I noticed something unusual: a crowd of people waiting for buses that weren’t there. It wasn’t raining. Previous nights, bus conductors had to practically beg for me to choose and get on their bus. Tonight, there were no men in yellowed white polos screaming CUBAO IBABAW! LETRE! FAIRVIEW! MALANDAY! while waving signs at me.
Weird.
I took off my hoodie and stuffed it in my bag, took out another cigarette, and weighed my options: wait for a bus or walk along EDSA to the Ortigas MRT station? I peeked down the bus stop lane and saw ONE BUS and about ONE HUNDRED PEOPLE frantically trying to board it. I exaggerate the number of people, yes, but that scene alone made me decide to take the metro. Or the train, as non-pretentious Filipinos (aka not me lol) call it.
Making it past the bus stop lane alone was a challenge. Because Filipinos have this incomprehensible tendency to block the way and hassle everyone around them, I had to elbow my way through people (also: I had put out my cigarette before doing so because I am a considerate person who isn’t the kind to blow smoke directly into people’s faces. I help old folks cross the street and open doors for women, too). Once I got past that, I then had to deal with throngs of people who had the same destination as I. Lemme change that: throngs of people who had the same destination as I, walking ever so sloooooooooooowly, ambling along the very polluted EDSA like they were having a Sunday stroll at the park…which is actually an odd thing to say, as I know no Filipinos who take Sunday strolls at the park. I mean, in my 23 years here, I have yet to do that. Maybe a Saturday or a Sunday picnic at Sunken Garden (which, by the way, needs a Wikipedia entry), yes. But a Sunken Garden Sunday stroll? LOL.
So there I was, willing my feet to match their pace while I waited for the perfect opportunity to overtake the slowpokes who seemed to enjoy breathing in the vehicular exhaust. I thought I had gotten my chance when there were no people coming from the opposite direction so I switched to the left lane, quickened my step and BAM! The dude in front of me who wasn’t exactly Speedy Gonzales switched to the left lane, too. Did he speed up? Of course, not.
I wanted to slap the back of his head.
Whenever I find myself having to deal with the (public transportation-taking) Filipino masses, I always have this scene playing in my mind: basically, I am Helga and I am in a rush to get somewhere and all these people are in my way and I need to pee real bad and I am angry and so I bust out a Barbie-pink armalite and open fire and everyone turns into fuzzy pink puffballs of lint.
Yo. How’s the job search going? HUHLOLZ.
*Or as Dante suggested: settling-in-at-your-preferred-drinking-spot hour.
November 18, 2008 at 6:22 pm | Filed under camwhorage, ditz drivel
Part 1 is all books, books, and books.
The following Francesca Lia Block books (I finally got my first FLB book today, I Was A Teenage Fairy. I can’t wait to get my ass home, curl up in a corner, and try to read it in a span of two or three hours):
- Ecstasia
- Nymph
- Girl Goddess #9: Nine Stories
- Primavera
- Psyche in a Dress
- Wasteland
I’d buy all these books in a heartbeat (but not all at the same time, maybe half of the list every credit card cut-off heh) if only shipping didn’t cost so much.
Aaaaand a picture. It’s blurry, but my shirt says “Santa Claus is a Pedophile”.
Read about car insurance here :)
November 14, 2008 at 1:36 pm | Filed under the internets
I don’t know what WP Webhost’s definition of cool is but I figured it’s worth a shot to join their Wordpress Coolest Blog Competition and hope that I win one of three prizes they’re giving away.
There is no voting process; all you have to do is make a blog entry about the contest and get five comments. Easy stuff, really, and if any of my regular readers refuse to comment on this entry because they don’t want me to win: gasp! You hurt my feelings.
Halpz me, I need monies for pole dancing classes!
Also, check out this small business for sale.
Hi, my name's Helga Weber and welcome to my personal site. I'm 24. 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. 
