June 11, 2007 at 11:43 am | Filed under camwhorage, joyful girl
In this entry, I kill your browser with lots of photos because I have been hit by a bout of laziness.
SATURDAY, JUNE 02 aka BIRTHDAY PARTY!
Nevermind that Allah and I can only remember bits and pieces from that night (leading us to believe someone laced the alcohol with E or Valium), it was fun. Judging by the photos, yeah?
This would be my birthday banner. Yes. Maribelle is not my real name.
This is me showing some Absolut Bling-bling loving.
How…apt? :D Here, Adam Mordo shows off the party name tags.
WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE???
Okay, I don’t wanna deal with this right now. More photos here.
SATURDAY, JUNE 09 aka COLLEGE (ka-laydge) PANTY PARTY!
Saturday, eight-ish in the morning, after work. We’ve accepted the fact that we live a junkie lifestyle. We just need a dead baby in a crib and we’re all set.
L-R: Helga, Allah, Drew, Anna, and Aa (new housemate!)
This is what we like to call ‘breakfast’.
First, we make a star. Then we attempt to construct the Eiffel Tower with our fingers.
Can anyone say ‘NECK ACROBATICS’?! Also, I super love this shot. If the pitcher were a flower, it’d be so The Baby-Sitters Club.
Obviously quite drunk. But I would’ve pulled the same pose otherwise.
My best ‘Hey, my name’s Helga, wanna play?’ face.
Drunk cheerleader!
Coincidentally, I was wearing the same pair of panties during my birthday party.
Anyway. I’m broke and sleepy. I’m hoping Aa gets her ass back to the city ASAP because I expect groceries!
June 5, 2007 at 3:15 am | Filed under camwhorage
L: Yna and I at my condo. R: Yna, Coco, and I at Pau’s condo.
You kinda scared some of us helga. And by “some of us,” I mean me. And the poor dude who was manning the front desk when you arrived.
Good thing you missed my condo by around 4 buildings.
-Pau, on a drunken Helga dropping by to say hi
My birthday party was awesomecakes and I’d like to take the time (while I’m on hold with United Airlines) to thank everyone who came, especially Allah and Drew who helped with the expenses. I’m most likely to upload and post the photos (I look hideous, drunk, and hideously drunk in 90% of them) some time this week, because I am back to internet-less condo living.
I’ll blog about the party next time because a Birthday Party Blog without photos is senseless and just downright wrong.
And. I lost my phone at my own birthday party. Rather, my best friend’s phone (Aa, if you’re reading this, I’ll text you. And pay you back, of course). I feel like the universe is playing one big cosmic joke on me. Is this your idea of a good time, you asshole? Or is mercury in retrograde? Cos I haven’t been having the best of luck with mobile phones and laptops lately. My chest feels tight now. Hik-bi.
(I can’t believe I fucking lost a mobile phone. I’m usually responsible when it comes to such things. I’ve only lost two phones my whole life— the first time, I was drunk and passed out in our dorm garden; the second time, some asshat fished it out from my bag while I was in Galleria, one day before my debut party. ARGH.)
And I swear to gawd, this did not happen:
From: Ramil_Ventus
Sent: Monday, June 04, 2007 1:37 PM
To: Helga Gabrielle Weber
Subject: RE: KITTY PHONE HOME
You remember when you downed Red horse straight from the bottle like it was water, dont you? And when you spilled everyone’s beer on the poker table and on Bim’s seat? Lolzifiable!
You don’t have to be embarassed though, believe me. Everyone had a grand time. We had our own share of drunken booboos. And we appreciate you momentarily DITCHING YOUR OWN PARTY BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO SEE US! :)
Jesus Christ.
May 30, 2007 at 12:35 am | Filed under joyful girl, memes and such
Your friendly neighborhood barbies (Tanduay Rhum Barbie, Euro Whore Barbie, Birdie Barbie, and Popstar Barbie) are throwing a papapapartay this Saturday, though not necessarily in honor of my turning twenty-two. Truth is, I just wanted to make that little banner thinger, and the party was actually supposed to be last Sunday but the cleaning lady came in late.
Let’s get happy with Tanduay, romaine, and Ashlee Simpson! .!!!
Fine. Maybe there will be actual food and there will definitely be some Lindsay Lohan and maybe a little Hilary Duff; but I will not be providing beer. Because I will be tempted to drink it. Because I’m drinking beer again.
A warning, though: the guest washroom’s toilet doesn’t flush.
OMG, I’m 22 tomorrow. And now a meme.
Instructions: Imagine if your life were a movie, what would the soundtrack be? Use your media library (Ipod, Media Player, etc.), put it on shuffle mode, press play for each question and press next for the next questions.
Opening Credits: Never Is A Promise, Fiona Apple
You’ll never touch - these things that I hold
The skin of my emotions lies beneath my own
You’ll never feel the heat of this soul
My fever burns me deeper than I’ve ever shown - to you
Waking Up: Beautiful, Belle and Sebastian
But everyone she knew thought she was beautiful
Only slightly mental
Beautiful, a bit temperamental
Beautiful, only slightly mental
First Day At School: No Sleep Tonight, The Faders
Girl, you won’t be sleeping
No sleep tonight
Do I have to spell it out in black and white
Falling In Love: Flowers, Cibo Matto
I want certain words more than a thousand flowers
Fight Song: Not Too Late, Norah Jones
I’ve seen people try to change,
And I know it isn’t easy,
But nothin’ worth the time never really is
Breaking Up: Two Beds and a Coffee Machine, Savage Garden
Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
Prom: Whenever There Is You, Koop
So, please
Let our life begin now
Say you will stay with me
And be my man
Life’s OK: Beautiful, Late Night Alumni
I don’t have to dream
Reality is beautiful in you
Mental Breakdown: They Are Night Zombies!!! They Are Neighbors!! They Come Back From The Dead, Sufjan Stevens
I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Ring the bell and call or write us
I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Can you call the Captain Clitus?
B-U-D-A! Caledonia! S-E-C-O-R! Magnolia!
B-I-R-D-S! And Kankakee! Evansville and Parker City
Driving: Just Like Heaven, The Cure
Spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed her face and kissed her head
And dreamed of all the different ways I had
To make her glow
Flashback: Feelin’ Kinda Sunday, Nancy Sinatra
The bells I hear in me say I should be getting up soon,
Been travelling all morning long, but I’m still here in my room
Getting Back Together: First Orgasm, The Dresden Dolls
I bet I could last at least a week without someone to hold me
Won’t you hold me?
Wedding: Fell In Love With A Boy, Joss Stone
I fell in love once and almost completely
He’s in love with the world and sometimes these feelings can be so misleading
Birth of Child: Chariot, Gavin Degraw
You’ll be my vacation away from this place
Final Battle: L.O.V.E., Ashlee Simpson
Love is an energy, love is a mystery
Love is meant to be true
Love is a part of me, love is the heart of me
Love is the best thing we do
Death Scene: Me And The Minibar, The Dresden Dolls
No such details will spoil my plan
That is the kind of girl I am
Funeral Song: This Place Is A Prison, The Postal Service
I know there’s a big world out there like the one I saw on the screen
In my living room late last night,
It was almost too bright to see
And I know that it’s not a party if it happens every night
Pretending there’s glamour and candelabra
When you’re drinking by candlelight
What does it take to get a drink in this place?
May 28, 2007 at 2:57 pm | Filed under camwhorage, the single girl phenomenon
What do you do when a guy dumps you? You date his friend, of course.
But seriously, I think it’s about time I be nicer to myself. I’m going to stay away from boyfriends. I was my worst last Friday and it just shows what a…I think the word is “bitch”…I am: it was my friend’s birthday party and I made out with her boyfriend. I am not someone you’d like to be left alone with your guy.
I disgust myself sometimes.
Anyway, just got back from this Baby Boy’s christening in Quezon:
Isn’t my godson absolutely adorable? Funny story: I got to Quezon still drunk from Friday night. That pink retro dress in my last entry, the one I was supposed to wear? Didn’t happen. I just threw on a clean shirt, rushed to High Temperature (my friends’ bar), put on some make up, and then went to the church. So Eight’s dad handed me a candle, right? I was like, what a nice glittery blue candle dum dee dum dee dum. YEAH, I WAS NINANG. And I didn’t even have a gift.
Some photos. Because it’s a Monday:
My low-rise jeans and my sexy (pre-beer) tummy. See my mole and the lace of my undies? Yay!
Maling love! I was drunk (again) last night and Allah and I had the munchies when we got home. I now have a nice little cut on my right ring finger which I probably got when I was massacring the maling.
Photos of photos from Jen and Niel’s wedding last year:
I didn’t look as bad as I thought I did then, after all. I remember being the first to be made up and I hated how rough the gay make-up artist was with his sponge and brushes and how I was too sleepy to complain (sleepy, not hungover) and ALL THE AQUANET and trying to sleep without messing up my face.
AND THIS! THIS IS MY BEST MARY-KATE FACE!!!
Heh.
So yeah, I’m taking a break from heartache and stuff. The best friend’s coming over mid-June to look for a job (behind her mom’s back lololol) and nothing’s final yet, but I might have a room mate. I know I know, I’m not good with room mates but she’s my best friend and I figure that with having her around, the chances of me bringing home men (who will only end up, I don’t know, breaking my heart or something) will lessen. My only concern is that because of the lack of space, we’ll be sharing my bed and she has a boyfriend and I know they’ve already had sexy time on my bed several times. It’s okay, really, but just not on a regular basis.
Also, we’re looking into enrolling ourselves in a bartending course (so we can go to Florida, roflwaffle). I’m too lazy to google right now, maybe later at work (sigh. Work) but if any of you out there know where we can take lessons, please leave me a comment or email me (mynameishelga[at]gmail.com).
Bobby still has a fever, I’m worried now. His fur’s all blah and rough, meaning he hasn’t been grooming himself. My dad said cats really do get sick and stuff, so he doesn’t see the need to take him to the vet. Poor baby cat.
Monday again and I’ve been up since 7am. I’m going to die tonight.
May 25, 2007 at 3:41 am | Filed under lists
1. Wearing super low-rise jeans and a shirt that rides up my tummy every time I move. I can see that mole.
2. Bought a pink stripey retro-ish wraparound dress to wear this Saturday to Eight’s christening. I want turquoise heels to go with it, but I don’t have time to shop. For this dress, I walked from the Ayala Avenue MRT station to PeopeSupport Center. Came in eleven minutes late for work.
3. LOLKITTY. KITTYSMASH. SPAMCAT. Stealz keeps me a bit sane at work. Yayz.
4. Mr Supervisor keeps on touching my shoulder. He really wants to make utang. It makes me giddy. He is so cute in his Crocs. Sad, no Zukina this Saturday after my shift, as I will be going straight to Quezon.
5. Thinking of ways to fill up my weekends. Thinking of a way to spend my post-birthday weekend.
She’s shallow like the shoreline during low tide
But my hopes are not quite as high
Can‘t spot her faults but she spotted mine
She left me for herself
Considering I would too
-Short, Fast, And Loud, Fall Out Boy
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. 
