Archive for September, 2009
September 25, 2009 at 4:48 pm | Filed under ditz drivel, events
Just got this email from a college friend:
We are currently promoting SPORTS PHOTOGRAPHY and we are pleased to invite amateur and professional photographers to come and make football as your subject of photography. Come and see the beauty and intense action of the game football (soccer) in the “Congressman Marcy Teodoro Football Fiesta”, which will be held in Marikina Sports Park, Marikina City on October 24 (Women’s Open)- October 25 (Men’s 3rd Division), 2009, from 8:00am to 5:00pm.
The Event is being organized by the Marikina City Football Association (MCFA) and supported by the City Government of Marikina City and Philippine Football Federation (PFF). Your participation is important to us, this tournament will be documented for the “Marikina City Football Association Quarterly Football Photography Fiesta”. For participating photographers, we will give you a certificate of participation in which you can use for the Febuary-March 2010 Football Fiesta Photography Contest, wherein you’ll have a chance to get freebies from sponsors and to win cash prizes. Please Email me LIST OF PHOTOGRAPHERS/PHOTOGRAPHER’S NAME, ADDRESS, OCCUPATION, COMPANY/SCHOOL, DATE OF BIRTH and EMAIL ADDRESS to any of the following email address for confirmation of attendance before October 16: mcfatournaments [at] gmail.com or tetelsiasoco [at] gmail.com (all personal data will be kept confidential).
Any group of 10 photographers will receive freebies from the sponsors.
If you’ve got a fast enough lens, this might interest you =) Now read up on medical travel!
September 15, 2009 at 5:22 pm | Filed under pop culture and such
(That background is so fake, lol)
With just two episodes out (and a full season ahead), I think I’m fast becoming a Gleek. I’ve always been a sucker for singing and dancing screenteens and I am not ashamed to admit that I made like a clapping giddy schoolgirl last night, while watching my torrented episodes.
I was even tearing up every now and then. Giddy tears.
Guess what I’ve had on repeat the whole afternoon?
Can’t Fight This Feeling – mp3
Rehab – mp3
Goldigger – mp3
Don’t Stop Believin’ – mp3
Take A Bow – mp3
Push It – mp3
On My Own – mp3
According to Glee’s Wikipedia page, Kristin Chenoweth is joining the cast! Now say Kettlebell!
September 14, 2009 at 6:42 pm | Filed under the helga manual
(AKA Helga really needs to blog about something, anything)
(AKA For Your Reference, Kind and Generous Folks of the World)
1) A pink typewriter.
This would make such a pretty prop for photos, nevermind that it’s a bit cliche and total audreyhepburncomplex @ tumblr material.
2) Lots of rubbing alcohol.
Because I am a very, very dirty girl.
Pretty-smelling ones, please. I particularly like Cubao X’s washroom’s (which is the same as our office’s) alcohol.
3) A ~*~MacBookPro 4 Helga~*~ fund.
See, I’m not asking anyone for a MacBookPro because that’s just crazy. Instead, I’m asking ALL OF YOU to help me acquire the necessary funds by, well, giving me your money.
C’mon, be a pal.
4) To be famous enough for this:
(Kidding, I’m totally not the famewhore; I’d be happy living a quiet yet fulfilling life away from Twitter and the internets.)
5) Five dollars, a Welsh Corgi named Lord Robert II, a new Hanson album, a lastfm subscription, or a bell tv.
Coming soon: this year’s Christmas Un-Wishlist!
September 1, 2009 at 9:05 pm | Filed under camwhorage, ditz drivel
Helga “The” Weber: 24-years old, wearing an alligator foam visor slash party favor meant for little people. By little people, I mean small-headed midgets (don’t most of them have physically bigger heads?) and/or persons aged 7 and below.
(I had to stretch the garter to its limit just so my 24-year old head could fit through.)
Sunday late evening, I had to run to the nearest provider of cheap Third World gadgetry; my mouse had suffered yet another fall, dislodging and rendering the scroll wheel useless, and making me curse the day concrete floors were invented. After purchasing an el cheapo retractable mouse (I really should invest in a more expensive one), I decided to go to the super bookstore.
Maps, I wanted maps. Lots and lots of medium-sized maps, particularly of Manila (how was I to know they didn’t make these?) and of Los Angeles (how was I to know they didn’t make these, either?), all to plaster my walls with. LA maps clustered together on one side of my wall, Manila maps on the other, and then lots of blue paper in between. I also wanted red paint or a red Sharpie, something to doodle on the maps with (I was planning on drawing hearts and dashed lines and then making paper airplanes and taping them to the maps on my walls). Somewhere there, letters made of cut up art paper would read: wait, they don’t love you like I love you.
I had it all in my head: a vision of teeny artsy-fartsy chuchu, something that the Tumblr teens would totally lap up (ah, I could imagine all the likes and reblogs), and it took a pair of traction-less sandals to keep me from skipping excitedly to the bookstore.
On the third floor are where the maps are, said a saleslady. Silly me, expecting so much from our local bookstores (but then, silly me for even thinking that such maps would exist). The largest world map (which isn’t even what I was looking for) costs 250 pesos. I’d have needed six or eight to cover an entire bedroom wall (and then that would be ridiculous as I’d have several Manila-LA airplane routes instead of just one big one) and I didn’t exactly feel like spending that much money on glossy, mass-produced maps (I would learn later that 250 for a large map is reasonable, heh).
Slightly dejected, I made my way down back to the first floor (with two rolled up medium-sized world maps taken out of frustration) and wandered the aisles. I picked up a bottle of antique red acrylic paint (whether or not my body will react badly to this, I shall find out next weekend), some face paint, and some colored paper. I made my way to the balloons and that’s when I saw that little green foam animal head. I squealed silently (it must be noted that I prefer crocodiles but alligators are just as cute…until they bite your arm off), grabbed it (it was the only alligator left), and went to pay for my stuff. I felt a little better.
I wonder what it feels like to be 24.
I might go back for the giraffe visor and wear it when I visit a Plano cosmetic dentist.
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. 
