August 4, 2008 at 11:49 pm | Filed under mr wonderful
So it’s been a year and I’ve been trying to come up with a proper entry for this day. Funnily enough, I can’t. I had one drafted; I wrote it in my mind earlier this evening while I was smoking three cigarettes on the steps outside my building (and thinking about acne products. I’m kidding). There was a slight drizzle, just like that night he picked me up at my place, a year ago. Drinks and conversation, that was the plan (it was actually supposed to be coffee and a movie, but I took my sweet time contacting him). We ended up holding hands, we ended up dancing, we ended up kissing, and we ended up in bed. That was the first night.
We’ve come a long way, really.
August 3, 2008 at 11:28 pm | Filed under joyful girl, mr wonderful
Goodies from the lover: my gorilla pod, Batsing, and my external hard drive, Bhoy Backup! It’s been here (by here, I mean the Philippines) over a month but I only got it yesterday (with Mordo‘s help!).
The first thing my dad said, after seeing what the gorilla pod is for: “Can we attach that to Peachy so we can have a Cat Cam?” (and no, I didn’t attempt. Maybe if I find a lighter camera). I’m so happy, especially for Bhoy Backup; I transferred my Gossip Girl and Veronica Mars episodes along with a bunch of other movies and videos and that easily freed up 10 gigs of laptop space. Next on my list: more RAM.
Batsing as a bird made out of tumors/a creature in need of finding out the latest life insurance rates (wait, what?):
July 28, 2008 at 12:25 am | Filed under mr wonderful, Y!M conversations
Me (7/26/2008 2:56:47 AM): Yes bibi
Lover (7/26/2008 2:58:28 AM): i love you duckie.
Lover (7/26/2008 2:58:34 AM): SOOO MUCH.
Lover (7/26/2008 2:58:38 AM): *something too cute and romantic to post*
Lover (7/26/2008 2:58:41 AM): *something too cute and romantic to post*
Lover (7/26/2008 2:59:50 AM): bayb?
Lover (7/26/2008 3:07:02 AM): bayb? did you pass out?
Lover (7/26/2008 4:06:43 AM): mai bibi’s so funneh
To be fair to me, it was a long day punctuated by 5 or 6 buckets of beer and the appropriate Friday-night-with-the-boys-and-girls food.
Hai, wine of the month.
July 22, 2008 at 7:47 pm | Filed under joyful girl, mr wonderful, technicolor lover, the helga manual
Age 5: Kindergarten 2 Helga’s defining moment of the whole school year is her going up to the chalkboard and correctly solving the math problem in front of her peers (who were most likely not paying any attention at all). She may be incapable— at the age of 23— to count past a hundred, but she will always know that 2+3=5.
Age 7: Helga comes to terms with the fact that she will never be a Little Miss Philippines, a gymnast, a ballerina, or Candy Candy.
Age 8: Helga comes to terms with the fact that she will never be Wendy, surrogate mother to the Lost Boys, either. Makes a conscious effort to stop forcing herself to fly “in her sleep”.
Age 10: Physical Ed. She does 86 sit-ups and pwns everyone in her class— girls and boys.
Helga: We had to do sit-ups for PE. I did 86 sit-ups. I pwnd everyone
Lover: hahhaha. I used to be able to do 100 upside down. 4 sets of 25.
Helga: O YA? HOW OLD WERE YOU?!?!?!?!?!
Lover: yeah. Hmm…18? I had mad abs hehe
Helga: I WAS 10! WHEN I DID 86 SIT UPS!
Lover: Hehehe. Fine!
Age 11: Helga falls in love for the first time with a boy named Taylor Hanson.
Age 12: She kicks a boy in the nuts because he was talking smack about Hanson TO HER FACE!! Discovers the internet; she finds it awesome.
Age 17: Moves to the big city. Loses five pounds during her first week of college, prompting relatives to ask if she’s doing drugs. Spends a lot of nights hanging out at her neighborhood Starbucks, walking home at two in the morning with her male best friend from high school. While walking, they’d create lines of poetry that they’d yell at the moon.
Age 17.5: Male best friend from high school admits to her he’s gay. There is finally hope for her to be a fag hag fruit fly.
Age 18: Gay male best friend from high school drops out of college and moves back to the boonies. Helga starts dating and sleeping with the wrong and worst kind of men, but not as the result of.
Age 19: Spends the whole first semester of her junior year a drunken stoned mess. Is still dating and sleeping with the wrong and worst kind of men, the result and cause of.
Age 20: At a hundred and five pounds and looking wonderfully wanarexic skinny (yet needing a steady supply of blemish acne cream for the pimple farm on her forehead), she flips the nightmare that is her Little-Thesis-That-Could-But-Wouldn’t the middle finger. Makes the biggest mistake of her life. Is still dating and sleeping with the wrong and worst kind of men.
Age 21: Is still dating and sleeping with the wrong and worstest kind of men.
Age 22: Helga sets a record and goes through four men in less than four months. Man #5 comes along and she falls in love.
Age 23: Remedies the mistake she committed at age 20 by getting a normal job. Life, it is wonderful.
=)
July 11, 2008 at 9:39 pm | Filed under mr wonderful, Y!M conversations
A conversation I had with the lover a couple of weeks ago:
Lover: you know what’s gross about her
Helga: What lolz
Lover: it’s that her tummy sticks out farther than her boobs. I can’t live with that.
Helga: LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. What about when I get preggo. Well, I’ll have big boobies. But an even bigger tummy!
Lover: well, there’s a valid reason for that LOL. You’d be fuckin abnormal if your tummy didn’t get big
Helga: Hehehhe. I’d be starving the bibi
Lover: yeaz! Not good for my kid
Helga: I will eat only carrots and celery. So we’d have a baby wabbit who looks just like you
Lover: oh dear lord, please don’t make lihi on chikon PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
Helga: WHY NOT CHICKON! WHY NOTTTTTTTTTTT
Lover: can you imagine me having to find on open kfc at 3am?
Helga: There are 24 hour KFCs here excuse meh
Lover: hehehe
Helga: I WILL MAKE LIHI ON CHICKON AND SUMTHING VERY HARD TO FIND. RED RIBBON BLACK FOREST CAKE
Lover: omg lulz. sige ka you’ll be a hungry womanz
Helga: So will your bibi. Sige ka your face.
I srsly need more laptop memory.
Hi, I'm Helga Weber and welcome to my personal site. I'm 25 and in the process of learning how to make adventurous life choices. I dislike old people but I love grandma clothes. My goal in life is to build a ball pit right next to my bed. Currently searching for the perfect house coat. My lover is the greatest. 