VALENTINE’S DAY WEEKEND.

February 15, 2010 at 2:00 pm | Filed under camwhorage, joyful girl, mr wonderful

For Valentine’s Day, the (best) lover (in the world) got me a dozen red roses and a bear. With the help of a wonderful friend, a box long enough to fit a tommy gun was delivered to my office last Friday afternoon. Now while most people scoff at flowers as gifts, I’m the kind of girl who secretly loves being given such tried and tired gifts (but please, no stuffed toys from Blue Magic…unless it’s that enormous, big as-the-real-thing stuffed tiger). You could say it’s a bit uncreative but it’s such a sweet gesture and I think guys need to give their girls roses or flowers at least once in the relationship.

♥

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Haha, the box was almost as tall as my body spray bottle.

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THE BOYFRIEND’S PACKAGE.

February 9, 2010 at 4:04 pm | Filed under camwhorage, joyful girl, mr wonderful

(Haha, I love saying that. The boyfriend’s package. Yes, I’m very mature. Go away.)

Guess who’s a happy kitty cat!

A little over a week ago, the boyfriend lovingly put together a bunch of stuff to send to me. This is the third package he’s sent and thankfully I didn’t have to wait months for it, which is what happens when you ship stuff via Balikbayan boxes. I got the stuff last Saturday, hurray!

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Had a tough time opening the box because he had taped it closed several times. He kept forgetting stuff.

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BANGS GROW SO FAST.

January 28, 2010 at 9:41 pm | Filed under camwhorage, mr wonderful

Too fast.

My hair’s brown again and is obviously (:P) itching for some blonde highlights.

For the first half of this year, I’ve decided to grow my hair and keep my bangs. This isn’t as easy as it sounds as I have the tendency to ask for more inches off whenever I find myself on a salon chair. I guess I’ll have to learn how to say “Pa-trim ng bangs lang” and then restrain myself from saying anything else.

This is my ~*~dream hair~*~:

Emily from Skins! I don’t watch the show (I hear she’s a lesbian and she has a twin sister?) but I saw this photo on Tumblr a couple of weeks ago and fell in la-la-love with her hair. That’s such a nummy shade of red! I don’t think it will match my skin tone, though.

In other news, the lover is sending me a care love package! It ships out Friday PST and will travel the seas for seven days hrhrhr. I am so excited! In the package are: a lens for Baby Girl, Crest Whitestrips (we actually fought about this. My fault), a tube of Mac lipglass, a brochure for IT Jobs (loljk), jeggings (in XS/S, what the heck. I have 1.5 weeks to lose weight), and a bunch of other surprises. Kee, I can’t wait!

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ON FAVORITE WORDS, TURN ONS, AND TURN OFFS.

March 4, 2009 at 8:38 pm | Filed under mr wonderful, the helga manual

(aka basically some things I’ve posted on my Tumblr before)

Last night, I asked the boyfriend what his favorite word is/favorite words are. I was playing with an idea for my 365 and I wanted something that didn’t seem very la-di-da and something I could easily turn into an image. As expected, his initial answers were of the lemme-think kind (I don’t know. Sex? Helga?).

So I told him my current favorite words: gossamer, scintillate, effulgent, and strident…and harlot. I like harlot. A lot. It also seemed like the perfect karma-bait question (I was wrong, I only got 16 replies) so I headed over to Plurk and asked my friends for their favorite words. I got brazened, unbridled, ramifications, ineffable, inevitable, etc etc. Finally, he answers :

I really should go ahead and create that My Boyfriend Says the Darndest Things blog.

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This is a little late and is no way of any great importance but I would like to announce to the internets that at long last, I have figured out what my biggest turn on is. I used to think it was power and my dating history shows that I am drawn and tend to go for alpha males. Most of them were douchebags (unfortunately/naturally), but hey, they were powerful douchebags! This ruffled the boyfriend a whole lot, of course, as there is that possibility I may leave him for the next more powerful guy (never, I say. Never!).

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Anyway, it’s romance. When I think about it, I’ve always been a sucker for romance (and the idea of love/falling in love and I’m really glad I’m not easily swept away). I’m just worried that I have a bit of twisted idea of romance— none of that wining and dining, courtship, flowers, and chocolates sort. At my worst, I’m of the metaphorical dragon-slaying and princess-saving kind. At my best, I’m fine with being cuddled like a kitty cat and being told I’m beautiful.

I sound emotionally easy, don’t I?

My biggest turn off? Unavailability. I find it quite amusing that nearly two years ago, the only reason I had agreed to meet up with the boyfriend was because I had deemed him to be emotionally-unavailable. Someone safe. We all know how that turned out ♥

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I was re-reading my personal astrology portrait, trying to make more sense out of it. I say more because I’ve been reading the damn thing since 2006 and I still don’t completely get it. This is the gist of my personal astrology portrait aka who you are when you’re a female born in Manila, Philippines at 730am on May 31, 1985: Sun in Gemini, Moon in Libra, Ascendant in Cancer, Moon in the Fourth House, Saturn in the Fifth House, Neptune Opposition Ascendant, Venus in the Tenth House, Sun in the Twelfth House.

Eh?

But anyway, having my ascendant in Cancer (is that the proper term? My ascendant in Cancer?) apparently “gives the tendency to completely retreat when hurt or frightened of a situation”. Werd, berd. Staging distance is my defense mechanism. What’s yours?

Well, this entry was just all over the place, much like a drunken Helga on a weekend night.

Yay,discount furniture!

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HUNGOVER ON VALENTINE’S DAY.

February 14, 2009 at 5:46 pm | Filed under mr wonderful, the helga manual

There are boring days and there are days like today. I don’t think I’ve ever spent a single Valentine’s Day with a significant other (dates don’t count and even if they do, I think I’ve only ever had a VDay date twice in my life) so there’s really nothing for me to be sore about. And when you think about it, I have absolutely nothing to moan about in the love department: I’m in a wonderful (though far from perfect) relationship with a wonderful man (who treats me like royalty, according to a mutual friend). On good days, the distance between us isn’t so heartbreaking. On bad days, I am clingy, needy, and helpless in front of my laptop.

Today is a little bit of both and it’s no surprise that I’m feeling a little blue.

Or perhaps it’s just because I’m hungover. I really should learn how to control my Friday night alcohol intake but in the company of nutty friends, I tend to let go. I must have had ten beers last night on an almost empty stomach but I still had my wits with me when I cabbed it home at 4 in the morning. It’s hard to get drunk drunk when you’re always on your feet. The aftermath is always horrible, though, and I woke up with a beer gut that would put a college fratman to shame. I don’t regret the beer, I regret the meal I wolfed down before I went to bed. And the two meals I once again had, immediately after waking up. All I can do is sigh and make a half-empty promise to myself not to do it again. Right.

I haven’t been writing lately and it hurts me a little, I feel like my mind has been squeezed dry by the internet (of all things!). I hung out with an old friend from college the other night, Phil, who is one of the best and most versatile writers I know. I find it amazing how he never runs out of words and I actually asked him that “How come you never run out of words?” I had too-quickly drank two bottles of beer by then and his answer’s a bit fuzzy but I do remember him saying that writing is a challenge for (I’m sorry but this is so apropos: the universe seems to be in sync with me this afternoon; right after I typed that last sentence, Mikah sent me this link) him…something like that. I don’t do interesting conversations justice.

The lover says I am good at writing, that I inspire him but that I just don’t apply myself. I guess it’s because I get sidetracked too easily and this is one of my biggest flaws. There’s just too many interesting and trivial things grabbing for my attention and if the world would only stop being so fascinating to give me enough time to collect my thoughts. But that’s not how it works.

Lover: it’s like a huge part of what made me fall in love with you.
Lover: i love the written word, and you are a walking written word.

Yep, this is the hangover doing the writing. Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone, I’m off to look at computer desks before getting ready for tonight (which shall be spent in an office studio somewhere along Katipunan Avenue, playing with cameras and lights). I leave you with a quotation quite fitting for today:

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
-Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

You got it, boyfriend.

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