Mikey has challenged me to a drinkoff.
Too lazy to click the link? You suck Cambodian smelly garbage man balls.
Helga: You and me. Anywhere in Ortigas. First one who throws up(Or loses all sense of inhibition and proceeds to do something silly) loses. What say you? *Slaps Helga with a leather glove*
In other news, D is bugging me for a rebooty. It’s either I’m that good, or his girlfriend really just sucks.
Just to say: because pay day is two weeks away, I have temporarily moved back in with my folks. There are pros (I have access to the intarwebs, even though its dial-up!!1) and cons (we never run out of food). So for the past few days, I’ve been taking public transportation back and forth Antipolo and Makati, and I realize: it fucking sucks. Like, no word or phrase or sentence can convey just how much I hate passing through C-5/Pasig at two to two-thirty in the afternoon. I’ve already been late three times this week.
Anyway. I usually take the bus from the office until Galleria, and then take a cab home from there. Tonight, I took the bus all the way to Valley Golf since our trainor let us out an hour early (for the sheer lack of anything to do to review for our US geography exam later). And two things happened:
1) The guy sitting next to me slipped me his calling card before getting off the bus. Well, not really slipped slipped. More like he put his card on top of the crossword puzzle I was answering (Rosario, Pasig and its All-Day All-Night Traffic Specials). Lulz, and his name is Jojo.
2) I ran out of phone credits just as I was about to text my mom that I was near our village (so my brother could pick me up at the gate). No working pay phone, no store where I could buy credits for my mobile. For ten seconds or so, I seriously thought I was fucked and would have to walk the five miles (or maybe even more omgz) home. Until I saw the guard house.
Life is so exciting.
I’m glad that alcohol the weekend still makes me giddy. And I’m gonna be a normal person next week in the 7am to 3pm shift.
And yes, Klassy, I remember:
Oh, Miriam College days.
So I, like, died last night. Another awesome Saturday. Classic Helga: emptying out Sanya’s medicine jar on to the kitchen table and popping anything in sight. Or maybe just a few pills. And then Adrian gave me half a Stilnox. So yeaaaaaah, Misha had to carry me to the guest room cos I passed out in the living room. Good times!
Also, because I am just plain awesome like that, my right ankle is fat. On my way out Sanya’s kitchen, I missed a step and fell. Hard. Nah, not really. But it did hurt. Like how a princess would feel when she finds out Prince Charming has been making out with her, I don’t know, apple picker, and is therefore gay. So it was painful and I wasn’t even drunk yet. I swear I wasn’t, because if I were, I would’ve dropped the bottles of vodka and margarita and the ice tray I was carrying BUT I DIDN’T. So there.
Nobody saw me fall, which was good. I had to go back and sit in the kitchen for a while because I was seriously about to cry. Sanya thought I was talking to myself lololol. Anyway, now I have a swollen ankle and a little limp. And I start working tomorrow. Nice.
Ice’s Cup B and Klassy’s Pall Malls. D.O.P.!
So obviously I had fun. I supposedly owe this guy a date because we forced him and his friend to kiss. Brokeback sexyback mask! And then there were body shots. And then strip-stream-of-consciousness, which could be the best party game to play when you’re stoned or drunk or both. Especially when you’re surrounded by hotness.
Again: Happy 21st, Summer Fling, I love you! I’m gay for you!
And this got me laughing out loud. Like Jesus fuckin’ Christ HAHAHAHA loud.
Official languages: La Salle Taft Coñospeak, Jungle talk, Tagaylog, Salitang-kalye, Squatter, Tadbaliks, Gay Lingo Chuva Chenes, Haler
Fierce.
Ex-girlfriend article here. Asian chicks article here.
WALKING HURTS.
I can feel failure in the air. Just because failing comes easily for me, and just because I’m totally okay with it. And just because I am a momomonsterrr! who refuses to acknowledge certain things.
But like what Ely said: nothing is impossible; the ‘impossible’ just takes longer.
In other news, I got a haircut yesterday. Chopped about four inches off so now the longest layers fall around an inch below my collar bone. Which just shows how short my neck is. Also, my regular stylist (who I trust with my heart, soul, and loins) wasn’t there. Which naturally led to a sort-of hair disaster: I asked the stylist to cut the front layers a bit shorter. Bad move, my hair now makes my face looks rounder and fatter. This is why I have a certain stylist who has a mind of her own: because I can never be trusted when it comes to my own hair. SRSLY. :(
And to those who’ve been wondering: yeah, I have a job. I start on the 12th. I applied to three call centers and aced everything. Because really, how hard is it to pass such assessments. It’s probably the only sk1llz I have. I’m back to working in Makati because there’s no Starbucks in Cainta.
Also: eew, quit it. You’re, like, balding.:
iSigh. The escapist in me wants out again. I wanna be a store window mannequin. Or a slow dance.
I have this theory that the reason why I’m so dependent on men is because I am constantly bored and my idea of spicing up my day is creating drama. Sometimes, it occurs to me that I would be better off making a living writing trashy romance novels instead of being a sales account manager (who is still looking for an account to manage).
So anyway, this day’s Mistake #1 is telling Jerry West from the office (who says my entries are too long???) that I have a blog/website. Mistake #2 was actually giving him the URL. Mistake #3 was getting rid of the Ditz Revolution jump page (quick, click on it and see what happens). I’ve always had this notion that blogidiots won’t find their way to this blog from the main page (even though the link is right there). Crazy idea, I know.
Honestly, I don’t know what to do with this domain. SO LET’S DELETE IT!!!
In all seriosity, I am being serious. Nah. I’ve gotten rid of the Anthem subdomain because I can’t be bothered to update it. I don’t even update Shelved anymore, but I’m still keeping that because I can’t install Media Shelf on my own lolol.
I’ve also deleted the Blogcast page because it’s pretty useless. And then out of boredom, I sort of re-vamped my bio.
I need a hobby.
My obsession of the moment would be Laurel Burch merchandise. I would split my body in two and dance to the Macarena while wearing this to have a credit card right now or a means of transacting on ebay worldwide because these things are just too lovely:
Yeah, wrong photo.
And so far, this is all I have :( :
It’s almost the weekend, what’s up!
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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. More?
