SUNDAY RANDOM

June 11, 2006 at 7:56 am | Filed under a waste of human capital, joyful girl, technicolor lover, totally domestic

Several things:

ONE. My condo unit finally looks like a real living space now, not just some room with a bed on the floor. The parents came over Friday night, bringing with them the following:

• my fridge (which is decorated with white anti-rust spots. My fridge has pimples!)
• a bed frame
• my mirror (and it’s lovely lovely lovely)
• a foldable table
• a gas tank and a portable burner thing. It’s weird ugly and scary. Must save up and buy an electric range.

They forgot to bring me chairs, so Daddy Dearest went to the fourth floor and swiped some patio chairs. “If they need it, let them go look for it.” My dad’s bad ass, yo.

TWO. After doing some groceries (I’d like my fridge to hold something that ISN’T water, yes) and getting take-out pizza, I shoo-ed my parents off, sponged the floor (my dad and his dirty boots, egh) and jumped into the shower. I send D a message that he could come over likerightnow.

He gets to my place 20 minutes later with McDonald’s take-out. Kenny’s was closed, so he had to settle for the next best chicken thing. I tell him his Diet Pepsi’s in the fridge (ooh, how I love having a fridge).

At 311am, I wake him up so he can ready himself for work. I give him my extra toothbrush.

Twelve hours later, D is back at my place, asking for a massage and pizza.

And he said he’ll be back sometime around noon today, after basketball practice with a bunch of our co-workers.

THREE. D’s girlfriend quit her job yesterday. She no longer works four floors above us.

FOUR. We have system issues, so no one’s getting much work done. I’ve only had two sales today, 16 this week. This is bad.

FIVE. I haven’t enrolled. NOTcompletelyMYFAULT, the cashier closed on me last Friday. I swear I’ll be a student by Tuesday!

SIX. Program beach trip this Sunday and I is excited. At the same time, D and I are silly-nervous. What if I get drunk and spill our little secret? I told him the only solution to this is to get me dead drunk so I’ll pass out, hence, no word vomit. But neither of us want that (it’s no fun, and he said I might end up spread-eagled on the sand with my panties peeking through for everyone to see). I. Must. Behave.

We’ve agreed that I’m gonna go yell out “D*****, you’re so hot!” in front of everyone, though. ;)

SEVEN. Why isn’t anyone asking for photos of my new place? :P

EIGHT. One week to lose ten pounds!

NINE. I fucking hate the word ‘churva’. With a burning passion. :mad:

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Pass.

June 8, 2006 at 4:38 am | Filed under ditz drivel, joyful girl, technicolor lover

Once again, my insecurities kept me from trying out things that I’ve always wanted to do. Last week, an acquaintance asked me to VTR for his band’s next music video. It so happens that the video is for my favorite track off of their album (’Oo‘, le sigh). Being me (and in typical Filipino fashion), I replied with a “I’m shy. And I’m fat.”

The VTR was yesterday. I didn’t go. Another one was set, this time at the director’s house. I’m still not going.

Just like last year, when I was invited for a print ad go-see for a friend’s brother’s clothing line. My excuse was that I was too busy with school—- which was the truth. I was thin and tanned that time, just swamped with school work. Anyway, the billboard came out some months ago and the first time I saw it along EDSA, I giggled to the best friend: “my face should be up there.” :P

I need strawberries. And liposuction. Then maybe my confidence and body image would exponentially increase. ;)

On to D. He’s here, yay! I don’t know what’s up his ass, though. He’s been acting somwhat boyfriend-y, which is prompting me to act accordingly. This isn’t good, because I know I’ll end up stepping into “don’t go there!” territory (otherwise known as ‘looooove’). “Why do you have to be in your underwear in your Friendster photos?”, “Why aren’t you texting me?”, “Who’s that guy?”, “What is he to you?”, “Why are you avoiding my questions?”.

Or maybe it’s just ego. His.

Crossing my fingers for Friday night. Him. Me. Pizza. My place. Please.

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GIGIL!!!

June 6, 2006 at 1:32 am | Filed under joyful girl, technicolor lover

I slept for 24 hours. Asskicking.

Sunday night, I was supposed to go join D and a bunch of co-workers for drinks at Gilligan’s. I woke up around 11pm and immediately jumped into the shower, shivering the whole time. D remembered I wasn’t feeling well earlier during the day, and asked if I’d rather he drop by later so I wouldn’t have to go take a cab on my own and just end up sneezing and coughing my way through the night.

I lie down on my bed to dry my hair and end up falling asleep again. Around 4, I wake up and see that I had missed a call from him. I call him. He doesn’t pick up. I resist that all-too-familiar ‘grr grr’ feeling. He is, after all, NOT my boyfriend. Basically, because I wasn’t picking up and because he got pretty drunk (and he was driving!), he went straight home.

I thought about what Lili asked me a couple of entries down: how does it feel to be the other woman?

Well, it sucks. Because I like owning people and this is a person I can’t own. But enter dialogue:

Roel: I don’t know Helga, he seems pretty owned.
Helga: Yeah. By his girlfriend!
Roel: No, by you!

Plus, I have no right to boss him around. So Ely says. But heh. He’s demanding, I’m demanding. I don’t know where this is going.

Anywhores. He dropped by after coming from the gym and we had dinner. He wanted Shakey’s, I wanted Kenny’s; so we flipped a coin and I won. Of course, I had to pay for dinner, too. Ain’t that fantastic. He hung around the condo while I was getting dressed for work and he was laughing at how low my neckline was (I can see your thingies! I mean, I’ve seen them before.. Wanna bet they’re gonna notice those?) and at my Michael Jackson cropped jacket (I prefer ‘ROCKSTAR jacket’, hmph).

Sigh. An hour and a half before he gets here.

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FLY ME AWAY (on an ae-ro-plane)

June 4, 2006 at 2:37 am | Filed under a waste of human capital, ditz drivel, technicolor lover

Just one more sale, and I earn an extra 1500 this week. Please. Rent is expensive :P (And our commission scheme sucks).

I. Am. Sick. It’s either because of the physical hell I put myself through during my birthday, or this is my once-a-month sinusitis attack attacking. The weather isn’t helping at all. And the fact that I can’t stop smoking and having my it’s-becoming-daily tall mocha frap light? Uh-huh.

And because I am a sickie, I am extra-irate today. Shall I keep a tally of how many times I’ll be screaming “STFU!” at my callers? While on mute, of course.

If there’s one thing I REALLY need to buy for my condo unit, it’s thick curtains. It’s been raining hard these past two nights and let’s just say my windows aren’t doing a good job of keeping the rain out. Sponging the floor isn’t very fun.

D dropped by my place this afternoon and I seriously need to get a bigger or sturdier bed. Having a 6 foot 3 man sleeping on my single can’t be too good. I feel sorry for my bed springs. Of course, I have nooo idea how I’ll propose “I need a Queen” to my parents. Rawr.

An hour and twenty-five minutes to go before D gets here to the office. I need a hug. :(

Crap, Aa got me a regular frap and not the light one. Sabotage, I tell ya!

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TWENTY-TWENTY-TWENTY FOUR HOURS AGO.

June 2, 2006 at 3:32 am | Filed under a waste of human capital, joyful girl, technicolor lover

So my 21st birthday was amazing. Goal made months ago to greet said day with a loud “I got over my damn self!”? DONE.

Third year in a row that I greeted my birthday with a computer in front of me. Except this time, I was being paid for being so. And the fan-fucking-tastic thing about it was that I was surrounded by hundreds of people, a good percent of which knew it was my birthday. So yes, I got the most greetings this year, too. And I know I’m a dork for keeping track of such things.

I mean, sure, I got a ton of greetings last year (a hundred? more than? I had two entries)—- on my LJ. And I didn’t even bother with doing a standard IT’S MY BIRTHDAY LJ entry this year. Why? BecauseIwastoobusybeinganon-loser.

This is alarming. I AM NOT HELGA WITHOUT THE INTERNET/LJ ADDICTION.

I was up the whole of May 31st. From 12mn to 12mn, yo. I had to skip work that night cos I was dead tired from not having sleep and moving out of my dorm room into my new condo unit. And because I was so busy, I also did not eat a single thing the whole 24 hours. Wanarexia? Nah-uh. Try ANOREXIA FOR A DAY.

D spent the night at my place, but that’s not what puts this big stupid smile on my face. This afternoon, dad came over to bring some stuff and packed me some pasta. Except he forgot to pack a fork. D and I were texting each other back and forth, and I was telling him that it was kind of challenging to eat olive-oiled noodles with chopsticks.

So anyway. While I was cleaning the sink (my dad was outside, the door was open, I was looking all yucky), D walks in with Bento Box take-out and a fork.

!!!

It was a box of California Maki Crunch—- what I ordered the first time we went out. How fucking precious is that? Dad was around, so no kissy kissy or anything. He left right after cos his friends were downstairs and he was on his way to pick up his girlfriend from work. YES, I AM THE OTHER WOMAN.

Ely: Gusto kong kiligin but he’s cheating with you.

So anywhore. I got almost 2 grand more than Aa did this payday. Woot for commish. I’m thinking of buying a TV or a DVD player, as requested by D. So he’d have something to do while I sleep. Right.

How’d life get this good? I have a new home, both on-line and off-line. Woohoo.

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