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June 29, 2008 at 3:02 am | Filed under a waste of human capital, joyful girl, mr wonderful
It’s been a week since my last update and for good reason: I re-joined the labor force last last Friday. I’m currently employed by dotPH, being a total ditz in their creatives department. I’m actually half-creatives, half-sales & marketing…it sounds awesome, I guess. I’m just happy and absolutely relieved that after wasting two years on being a stupid call center agent, four months of web design school, and a month of bumming around, I finally have a real job.
To make things more fun, I work with my friends, Mordo and Ade! Now that is awesome.
Now here are the boring details: my hours are noon to 9 in the evening. I work in Emerald Avenue in The OC (The Ortigas Center, anyone?). Coffee, beer, cheap food, KFC chicken, and cigarettes are all within walking distance. I only know of two sites that are blocked at work: youtube and meebo. I have access to Yahoo Messenger. I have a non-Avaya phone, I do not hate it and I am not chained to it. I smoke three to four cigarettes during my breaks. I spent the whole week last week working on a template in Photoshop. I realize that making cutouts is therapeutic— not that I need therapy for anything. I’ll probably spend this coming week modifying and coding, though I was told I’ll be doing cold calls this Monday. You’re welcome to stalk me.
Several nights since I started, I’d go for a couple of beers after getting off work. I called it my two-beer habit. It felt good and it felt normal. I am spent by the time I get home and I am conditioning myself to get used to functioning on six hours of sleep and copious amounts of weak office joe and nicotine. Just like college, really.
(There’s nothing I miss more than heading home with you, knowing it’s only a matter of minutes before we find ourselves in our bed, tangled up in each other and naked.)
It was a tiring week and there was no better way to end it than going to Coke’s Buhay Coke ng Bloggers party. Everyone got a free carton/case of Coke Zero (I didn’t claim mine because lugging it home would be a byatch) and the beer was free and free-flowing— just like how a party for bloggers should be. A picture (care of Fritz!) of me looking like a tranny hooker junkie mess who got too drunk to work her corner that night, I love it:
A job, the greatest boyfriend, fantastic friends— life is good. And normal.
Other blog posts:
An Apple a Day, Happiness = Coca-Cola
Jehzlau Concepts
Ka Edong
Azrael’s Merryland
Macuha.com
Love in the Time of Coca-Cola
Mistervader
Godiane
Galwin Fabian
Websaytko
Fritzified
Jester in Exile (in his new home)
BrownPinay.com
AWHoldings (Plurk’s Arbet Loggins)
Baratillo.net
Think of Me
Momblognetwork
Kape ni Lattex
Buhay Coke Ng Bloggers At SM Hypermart
Something Sweet & More
Pinoy Life at Large, Arpee Lazaro
Pinoylife
Melo Villareal
Xeemomma
Rockerfem
Brian Ong
Micamyx
Jason King Ong (the Banana Dancer)
Cigarette Girl
Photos:
An Apple a Day Photos
Superbong
Hrudu
Micamyx
Fritz the Paparazzi
Juned
Juned’s Flickr
My Flickr
Shirley of Hollywood has awesome lingerie.
April 21, 2008 at 6:59 pm | Filed under camwhorage, joyful girl, vacations
I can’t believe that I just spent two days and one night in a place devoid of any necessities (and what more, conveniences) offered by the modern world. And damn, I do declare: Anawangin Cove was LOVELY. Sure, we had our “I wanna go back home, OMG OMG OMG I miss my bed, I miss my boyfriend, I want a massage, I want flushing toilets and a proper shower, I want fried chicken, I want a chocolate milkshake, I want to go back home and blog, I wish I never came here, I miss Twitter” moments, but all in all, we fared pretty well.
No, that’s an understatement. If there’s anything we learned about ourselves this weekend, it’s that surviving in the wilderness on a remote island (with no electricity, no running water, no cellular reception, no cold drinks, and no fresh-off-the-deep-fryer KFC chicken) skills? WE HAZ ‘EM. And I shit you not when I say we had to gather wood for fire (because the dude with the stove was caught up in them mountains). As Anne said, while we were dragging the firewood from the beach back to our tents: How primitive. I shit you not, too, when I say that it took ten people to cook a pot of rice. We blame it on our sheltered middle class upbringing.
Anawangin Cove is, hands down, one of the most beautiful beaches I’ve ever been to. The landscape is amazing and something I’ve never seen before (probably because I don’t travel much and tend to stick to tried-and-tested vacation destinations): mountains, a gorgeous beach, pine trees, a river, a lake, foliage, chickens (srsly, chickens at a beach???), and the clearest moonlit night sky. It all sounds cheesy until you get there, so shut up, asshole.
Unfortunately, everyone had the brilliant idea of going there the same weekend as us. The place was substantially peopled, much to our annoyance (because we’re greedy and we don’t particularly like showering in front of an ogling male crowd or sharing two toilets with a hundred strangers), but it was an all right crowd. I guess. It’s not like we had a choice.
It is also worth saying that although we had with us several bottles of alcohol, none of us got drunk or attempted to get drunk. This camping trip earns the Most Sober Fun I’ve Ever Had My Whole Life award.
I love the Philippines =)
Pictures! Lots of them! Here and here and here and under the cut!
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March 8, 2008 at 11:55 pm | Filed under camwhorage, joyful girl
Because Allah was scammed by a Toys R Us salesman into buying kites, we spent today at the UP Sunken Garden having a picnic and flying kites.
Okay, so I didn’t actually fly a kite. Truth be told, Joan and I chose to sit our asses on the sleeping bag and watch Allah and Drew run around and socialize with the kids. I ate, Joan spilled water all over the sleeping bag and on the crotch of my jeans.
Anyway. Pictures.
A-HA! HELGA THE WEBER, CAUGHT CHANGING OUT OF HER JEANS
AND INTO A SKIRT IN PUBLIC!
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February 14, 2008 at 4:20 pm | Filed under Y!M conversations, joyful girl, mr wonderful
Next to my birthday, Valentine’s Day is my favorite unofficial holiday, and I never quite understood how some people can be so bitter or meh-ed out when it comes to this day. Really, people, if you’re looking for an unoffical holiday to hate, go hate that week that comes after Christmas. Ya know, that week when we’re all scrambling to drop the ten pounds we gained from stuffing our faces silly with, uh, Christmas cheese and rice garnished with rice, just so we could fit into our New Year’s Eve Outfit. An outfit we bought a week ago, when we were ten pounds lighter. Something like that. You get my point. Right? My point being: stay away from the cheese, or else you will be doomed to be single every time the 14th of February comes around.
I swear you will.
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January 2, 2008 at 3:45 pm | Filed under camwhorage, joyful girl, mr wonderful
I ended the year doing the most courageous, irresponsible, and courageously irresponsible thing in my 22 years of living: I quit work. I didn’t even properly hand in my resignation when I decided not to come in Christmas Eve. Like hell I’d spend the first few hours of Christmas in the office; it’s bad enough that my folks don’t celebrate the day, leaving me with nothing to be cheerful about.
But I did have lots to be happy about (even if my noche buena consisted of a Jamaican patty bought from a gas station convenience store, a dimsum swiped from lover, and a bag of potato chips) because I spent Christmas with lover. And okay, so I had Christmas dinner with my family, too, but Christmas sex > quality time with people you’re related by blood to and will probably never disown you even when you resort to online prostitution because you’re currently unemployed and have bills to pay, kk?
Notable conversations with the family:
#1: Mom (looking at the dress I was wearing, which barely covered my ass): That’s what you’re wearing?
Helga: Yeah?
Mom: It’s too short!
Helga: Fine. I’ll put on a skirt. (Puts on a mini skirt that added a quarter of an inch of coverage)
Mom: That’s better.
#2: Brother: So what now?! I thought I’d drop you off where you’ll eat and then I’ll go pick up Elaine (the girlfriend).
*silence, trying to figure out the night’s logistics and such, because my dad was being a priss and faking a headache so he wouldn’t drive)
Dad: Just pick up Elaine…dude.
#3: Mom: Si Daddy, parang artista. Suplado sa personal. (Trans: dad’s like a celebrity, a snob in person)
#4: Dad, putting in a CD of house music: Listen to this, this is nice.
Helga, after a few songs: *changes the track, quickly*
*silence*
Brother: …what was that???
Helga: A HALE SONG.
And then two days after Christmas, I found myself in hell (which can be found on Region I of the Philippine map under the town of Mangaldan, Pangasinan) for my mom’s cousin’s wedding (which I was a bridesmaid for. Those Mangaldan people, always getting me for their weddings. I was once maid-of-honor for another mom’s cousin and I didn’t even know the bride’s first name). I tell you: I hated that place when I was a kid, and I thought it wouldn’t be so bad now that I’m all grown up and shit but NO WAY, it was still just as bad. Actually, it was worse because there were more kids (I reckon about twenty of them) running and screaming around the compound, the old wrinkly people talked to you more cos you’re, like, nearer their age now and not some sulky ten-year old nagging her mom for cable tv, and the drunks hyphyer. All I wanted was to hole up in some room with a computer with internet and I went through all four houses looking for one and found none. Crazy.
La Union proved to be the third best thing since I changed my employment status to, well, unemployed and on my way to being broke. Except that bit when 20 people from Mangaldan decided to spend the night, but nevermind that. There’s something very zen about waking up at 9am, making my coffee, grabbing my cigarettes and an old issue of Cosmo, and spending an hour on the kubo by the pool with the rice fields and farm animals laid out in front of you.
And because I’m not in a blogging mood and have to catch up on all the internetty stuff I missed, here’s a shitload of pictures, starting with my new kitty, Poochie:
INSIDE HER BAG, ATTACKED BY A CAMERA
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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. 
