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May 17, 2007 at 9:24 am | Filed under a waste of human capital, breaking up the girl
I’m blogging to say that…I won’t be blogging much. Yeah, I’m a stupet. No, actually, I just needed to update because my month-to-date archive’s looking quite dismal. Thing is, I am happily allowing myself to be pwned by work. So I’m not really minding that IT has blocked my website and all proxy servers known to man (I’Z IN UR ‘PUTER!!! SKROOWING WIT UR PROXZIEZ! J0O SNEEKY SNEEKY! ZURF CONTR0WL!), and that the only sites I have access to are Flickr and TMB, and that we are constantly requested to render mandatory overtime (usually asking us to give up our second lunch)— it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay.
Although I think that if those IT boys only knew how hot I am, it’s possible that we could work something out. Stealz! I asked you ages ago: are they blowjobabble? No? Ok!
Also, this cat has a fever:
And I’m just an obese LOLkitty.
Hiatus schmiatus. I’m renewing this domain for another year (it expires in three days), I just have to find time to go the bank or Globe to make the payment.
I hope to be able to catch my breath, adjust, and be back by next week. Til then, I’ll be busy with work, fending off the subtle advances of a co-worker, clumsily checking out Mr Supervisor, naming random inanimate objects around the house (last week, I named our water pitchers Oscar and Bettita; that same week, Mikey and I agreed to name our first-borne daughter Bettita [I like that name so much. Bettina, too] and our first-borne son Dodgie [nicknamed Bobet by Steel]. I forgot what our pet cat’s name’s going to be, but I know our dog’s Sneakers and our pigeon’s Celso. Or was it Naldy?), and wasting money on bag after bag of colorful bendable straws (it’s funner to snort things with these, don’t you know?). In the meantime, I should get some sleep.
Are you ready, boots? Start walkin’.
May 14, 2007 at 5:17 pm | Filed under breaking up the girl, camwhorage
I started writing yet another entry about my turning 22, but I realized I’m too drained to churn out something coherent. Which is odd, since I spent the majority of my weekend in bed watching TV, and I woke up to the tune of three mugs of black coffee this morning. I don’t know where this sluggishness is coming from but I must shrug it off before 7 tonight, because it’s preventing me from functioning properly.
Speaking of TV. OMG, Ruffa Gutierrez-Yilmaz Bektas divorce, so good. I love Ruffa like anything, she’s so gay and fabulous and gorgeous and Venice is the cutest thing ever. While watching The Buzz, my flatmate commented on how Ruffa’s fabulousness has gone down a notch now that she no longer has a filthy rich husband (who is so very showbiz, too). And then she starts crying right after she says something along the lines of “One thing I will never understand about their culture is how it’s okay to hurt their women!!!”, and I’m like “Oh my godz! She’s more fab than ever now!” And then we switch to Channel 7 and I am fascinated and amused by Annabelle Rama’s crying.
Anyway. Photos and other chopsueynesses! To cheer me up!
My lunch. And I wonder why I’m so fat. Look at that.
Our mommy dog, Panda, gave birth to six puppies yesterday (Mother’s Day!). We have little cows. So fun.
With four of my favorite girls: Klassy, Sanya, Shauna, and Sam aka the LezzieGangBang. Taken the first Sunday of May in Ziggurat. It’s been ages since the five of us last hung out. I think that’s what happens when people grow up.
Too funny not to post. Sam captionized this photo as “Stumbleupon…?” There’s Shauna and I, giving Klassy our undivided attention as Klassy raves about Stumbleupon. I know I look bored, but I was actually quite enthralled. Shauna just looks puzzled.
Today’s notable YM snippet. Conversations with the ex-boss:
He left me at my hotel at 3:00 AM murmuring: “You’re marvelous.”
-Anais Nin, Diary Volume Two
That pretty much sums up the vibe this past weekend. Now, I go to work.
May 4, 2007 at 2:48 am | Filed under breaking up the girl
All right, it’s my birthday month. One of these days (as soon as I’m done screwing and gallivanting around town with them highschool boys— I don’t like them young and stupid, cos I’m young and stupid enough. But you know. Little boys. Cute), I’m gonna post my wishlist. I’m keeping it short this year to prepare myself for disappointment. Really, there’s only one thing I want, and that is A Tan.
Which I squatteringly achieved yesterday— a day which I shall aptly call The Day Helga Got Pwned By The Metro And The Bank And The Universe, In General— by walking the length of St. Ignatius Village to the corner of P. Tuazon in Katipunan Extension at 10 in the morning. I lack sleep and am in no mood to go into details and re-count the whole horrid experience, so I’ll document it, ECTTUS-style (aka APAC-style, hyukhyuk): I not ok. All not ok. But ok!. My mom saved the day and my ass (and my flatmates’ asses. Mammy, I love you! I’d marry you if only you weren’t married to Dada! And you wouldn’t have to deal with a 21-year old freeloader of a daughter!), but not without a string of I-told-you-so’s. All while I was standing under the sun, waiting for the village shuttle, and crying. In a race against time. Dun dun dun dun. People were looking at me funny, so I threw in a “Baby! Wag moko iwan!” line for good measure.
So I’m officially broke and will have to live on rice and soy sauce or rice and Star Margarine or leftovers found in fastfood dumpsters until next next Tuesday if I want to support my Marlboro and Starbucks habits. I’ll be mooching off my mom again until further notice, and there goes my plan of moving back into our condo this Saturday (for good). Turning 22 and in a state of destitution— how did life become this harsh? Is it because I curse too much? Drink too much? Or is it because I’m shallow? Or petty? Or just plain obese? Or is it because I incessantly Twitter and post at TMB and read about Orange New Jersey cosmetic dentist while I’m at work? Whyyyyy? Also, if the links are funky, that’s because I’m using a proxy with a bunch of things turned off (like scripts, so my MyBlogLog and Twitter widgets don’t work, puh), for ultra-stealthy surfing.
I hate banks. If I could have it my way, I’d keep all my monies in a can hidden in the back of my closet.
Oh look, it’s almost 4am. I managed to survive the day!
April 27, 2007 at 10:53 am | Filed under breaking up the girl
Going through a ridiculous bout of emo. This, I realized on my way home today, and that it’s actually been going on for quite some time now (like, since Monday).
It’s not even issueses. I think I’m just being my typical self: movie’s just started, and already I’m fastforwarding to the credits, imagining my own ending. And the journey in between, usually peppered with lots of telenovela-like scenes. And dialogues. Like “Nahihibang ka na! Dun ka sa Palawan! Kung san madaming buwaya!” and “May taning na ang buhay mo! Tara dun sa banyo! Kung san madulas!” and such.
Perhaps Prozac can stabilize my emotions. You know what would be awesome? Tanduay pills. Or online life insurance.
The morning I got up to begin this book I coughed. Something was coming out of my throat: it was strangling me. I broke the thread which held it and yanked it out. I went back to bed and said: I have just spat out my heart.
-House of Incest, Anais Nin
April 26, 2007 at 8:54 am | Filed under breaking up the girl, joyful girl, the helga manual
It’s the unexpected little things that will always make me happy. That, I realized yesterday early evening when I went to our building’s Starbucks (as I always do, when I have a few minutes to spare) to get my pre-shift caffeine fix. A few feet away from the counter, my barista crush looks up, flashes his very D-like braces at my direction and greets me with a “Hi, Helga.” I smile back, throw my money down and give my order. “Starting work?” Small talk, I love small talk. “Here’s your drink, Helga, see you again later,” as I leave.
Nevermind that he still spells my name as Helda.
Also, things like getting a Phase IV right on the first try (you are not Sabre-trained, you are not a travel agent— so yes, what the what is a Phase IV, right. Take my word for it: it’s complicated shit). Victory! Pwned!
And the way my direct supervisor calls all the girls in my batch “sweetheart” (I wonder what he calls the boys, then) and when he says “rock and roll” or “I’m ready to rock, are you ready to roll?” or “is that going to rock? Cos let’s roll” when I’m just about to make like a te-te-terrorist and wreak havoc on all flights from today until June 18. Of next year. Said supervisor also has very D-like braces, but then I think I think all men with braces have mouths that look like D’s.
I’m starting to answer to the name Heather. In real life. I’m not sure how I feel about this.
Today was a horrible day at work. And I survived. But just barely.
Michael: Angel bailed me out.
James: Angel?
Michael: Well, actually, Angel bailed you out.
James: Me?
Michael: Yeah, I told the police I was you.
[James gawks in disbelief]
Michael: Oh James, it’s just all in fun. And after I told them you had AIDS, they gave me my own room with a VCR and ice cream!
James: Michael, I don’t even like you! I have never liked you!
-Party Monster
Yeah, that’s basically today’s emotions.
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