SUCH AND SUCH OPPOSITES.

July 3, 2006 at 3:30 am | Filed under a waste of human capital, ditz drivel, technicolor lover

Two sounds I dread to hear the most: my phone’s alarm going off (Britney Spears’ I Love Rock N Roll— the polyphonic version), and an Avaya beep (signalling that I have to put on my headset, un-mute my phone, deliver my spiel, and deal with some idiot Caucasian. I swear to God, I don’t get it— why call telesales, why even THINK of purchasing something over the phone when you damn well know you DON’T have a credit card?).

Ahem. Anger-be-gone.

Two sounds I love to hear the most: D knocking on my door at 10pm (Yay! He’s finally here!), and some non-idiot Caucasian with a bill to account voice telling me “I’d like to add a new line to my account/I’d like to set up an account.”

Two things I FUCKING HATE waking up to: my phone’s alarm, and hearing this fucktard from my building butcher Broadway songs with his nasal half-baritone half-tenor and blood-curdling vocal gymnastics.

Two things I love waking up to: D stretching and flexing (LOL) his biceps beside me and then watching him look around my studio before slinging an arm over my head to pull me in closer, and.. Oh what the hell. D. He twitches in his sleep! :cute:

Just two for today. I smuggled coffee out of the pantry to my workstation and now I’m dying for a cigarette.

Pacquiao won against Larios (OMG, did you guys see the tassles on Pacquiao’s shoes??? HILARIOUS. Like a village fiesta, or a Wright Park/Quiapo horse!), eTelecare lost against Infonxx. At a little past six pm, D sent me a message: “Hmp we lost”. Aww, poor baby. :(

I DIDN’T WATCH HIS GAME, BY THE WAY. Not because I had rather see Pacquiao beat the shit out of Chololo(ooo), but because I knew his girlfriend would be there, and because D did not volunteer the idea that I go fangirl over him.

Apparently, he did not “invite” me because I had sort of made it clear that watching a basketball game on a Sunday afternoon was far worse than, say, going to church. Which is true, to some extent.

Oh. And his girlfriend’s out of town. So.

I start channeling Mary-Kate Olsen TODAY. I eat more than a 6′3″ man, and I’m like, 5′2.5″. D and I had brunch at Shakey’s before his game and I had three pieces of chicken, two slices of pizza, and lots of mojos. All D had was pizza (the remaining 6 slices) and mojos. HELLO, CASTOR OIL.

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THE OTHER WOMAN CHRONICLES i

June 29, 2006 at 9:51 am | Filed under technicolor lover

D has a basketball game this Sunday (our call center versus another call center) and I want to watch.

Except his girlfriend’s probably gonna be there.

(AND OMG, I WAS TYPING THIS AND HE POPPED OUT FROM BEHIND ME TO KISS ME GOOD-BYE COS I’M ABOUT TO LOG OFF AND HE’S ABOUT TO HEAD TO THE LOUNGE FOR A NAP, OMG. I JUST ABOUT COVERED THE SCREEN WITH MY HAND, BUT HE SAW IT AND HE’S LIKE “THERE YOU GO AGAIN, WHO’S THAT WHAT’S THAT.” And then he flashes me the cuuuuutest smile.)

What’s a girl to do but ask for another kiss? ;)<3

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BACK FROM THE BEACH!

June 27, 2006 at 8:52 am | Filed under joyful girl, technicolor lover

Three things D and I fought about this weekend:

o1. Surfer Boy back in the country.
o2. My wearing a bikini during the Titan BEACH trip.
o3. My going off to the beach at night with a (male) co-worker.

It gets frustrating. But we’re okay now! <3 We've reached an understanding. I told him he was being unfair, that we didn't have a commitment, that he has a gilfriend, and that I'm gonna end up the loser with our set-up (I had to muster enough courage to say that because I'm sad like that. So. Thanks, Kurant and Schlagger!). He replied, saying that from the very start, he's been honest with his situation (well, duh) and that he spends time with me whenever he can, and that he always makes sure that I feel taken care of when we're together. “Right?” 

Had I been using my brain that night, I would’ve replied with a “Well, that’s not enough.” But anyway.

It was a serious fight, yo. We were ignoring each other, communicating only with our phones. Well, more like he was the one ignoring me. He wouldn’t even answer my calls or look at me, even though I was justrightinfrontofhim.

So there I was, sitting on a pool recliner IN THE RAIN and ranting to two of my team mates over alcohol. D was in the pool having a grrrand time which pissed me off the more. After emptying the bottles of alcohol, I jumped into the pool and forced him to be nice to me.

We make up and I physically latch on to him for the remainder of the night :D. Everyone was looking at us (surprise surprise) cos I was on his back and we’d hug and I’d sneak in a kiss on his cheek every now and then. Of course, the perpetual (very showbiz) excuse: “We’re close friends, and Helga’s really affectionate like that”, since his friends were asking why he didn’t take advantage of me :P

So we’re both very jealous people, except I lose since he has a girlfriend. Sooo. I can’t date or sleep with other guys. So. Umm. It’s the No Dating rule that I’m iffy about since Surfer Boy’s back and he asked me out for drinks last Friday night.

Yes, I’m aware I’m being disgustingly foolish. :)

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*KRSHBLAG*

June 16, 2006 at 7:03 am | Filed under a waste of human capital, joyful girl, technicolor lover

I slipped and fell on my ass (and on a puddle of water) on my way to work last night. NOT FUN. I had sent my supervisor a message that I was going to be late because it was raining heaven and hell outside— apparently, the rain sort of made its way to my floor’s hallway, too. I walk back to my studio, take off my jeans, my shirt and my rubber flipflops; sit on my bed, whip out my phone and tap in another message for my supervisor: “TL, nadulas ako waaaaah. On my way to get a cab. *@&!#$^@#^%^@$%!”

She replies with an “Awww =( That’s what I call dedication! Ü”

I made my way caaaarefully down five flights of stairs. On the third landing, I almost slip— I grab the railing just in time, and end up breaking my cigarette in half. Sacrifice.

Dedication schmedication. I only changed shirts and my bag, so I came into the office with the left butt-side of my jeans soaking wet. And now they’re smelly. Puh. Or I think they are. I’m not about to ask someone to sniff them for me.

I’m cooking dinner for D Saturday night. I was about to say “It kinda sucks, though, cos he has work at 4am” until I got confused. I’m off this weekend, he’s off this Sunday. He works the 4am to 1pm shift. So does that mean he’s off Saturday night, too?

I gotta go shoot him an email.

It’s just going to be a simple dinner. Pasta, probably. And cookie dough ice cream. I’m gonna play the lazy girl part and just buy a jar of ready-made pesto.

Doesn’t he have plans with his girlfriend? Hmmm.

Argh, I’m confused.

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D & D ON THEIR DO

June 14, 2006 at 5:02 am | Filed under ditz drivel, technicolor lover

D: Hey, take care on your way to work. I’m going out tonight.
Helga: Where ya going?
D: DJ and I are going out.
Helga: Hahaha ok, have fun.
D: Hehe, why the need for the hahaha?
Helga: Ok, have fun?
D: ‘Kaw talaga (I have no idea how to translate this into english. ‘Kaw is you, talaga is really).

Helga goes on to sulk smoke in the hallway couch with her copy of Kim Ficera’s Sex, Lies and Stereotypes. When men suck and you can’t do anything about it, turn to lesbian literature? After one stick, she goes back into her studio and gets all domestic: do the dishes, wipe the table, scrub and sweep the floor. Lalalala.

She then notices her pink phone lying on her green bedsheets. Two messages.

D: Oh, are you there?
D: You are such a snob today.

How about I drop-kick you. What exactly do you want me to say, “Wow, I’m glad you’re spending time with your girlfriend”???

Things I wanna do:

• Quit my job.
• Get a haircut.
• Eat a whole tray of chocolate drop cookies. Oh wait. I just did that.
• Eat pork sisig. Oh wait, I just did that, too.

I know I’ve always been a big eater, but this is absurd. I’ll be traipsing around my co-workers in a bikini in four days and I’m supposed to be living on green tea and cigarettes, NOT stuffing my face with sweets, carbs, and fat. Last night, I weighed myself for the first time after more than a week of not wanting to face the truth: 108 pounds. And this is after not eating for 8 hours.

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