September 7, 2006 at 9:56 am | Filed under bitchin' a ride, made in the Philippines, urban primadonna
I have nothing against walking, the sun, and walking under the sun. It’s something I actually enjoy doing provided the right circumstances, the right setting, the right people and provided that I won’t have to do it on a regular basis (and with my lifestyle— I don’t). But walking under the sun IN THE CITY, IN STILETTO HEELS AN INCH AND A HALF HIGH after a nine-hour shift at work just irritates the shittles out of me— especially when it could’ve been easily avoided if only the people around me weren’t such idiots.
(On my way home yesterday, a woman got on the bus somewhere in the Ortigas area and sat next to me— no, squeezed her sticky self next to me, even though we were occupying a three-seater. We were to get off at the same place: Farmers, and it was CRUCIAL for us to get off right there there there because the bus was taking the fast lane and the next stop would offset me by [I'm guessing] more than a hundred meters.
We were seated near the back of the bus and she took her time to get up and move when the bus was ALREADY AT OUR STOP. I had already stood up and was nudging her slightly [she was in my way]— a signal that she should hurry her ass down the exit because unlike her, I have to be somewhere. She didn’t. And so we I miss my stop and am inconvenienced. Unnecessary anger.)
Walking through Cubao isn’t my number one most hated thing in the world (that honor belongs to gaining weight) but it comes in pretty close. It’s a scorching Wednesday afternoon and the diseased masses of Cubao move as if they were going for a Sunday stroll in the park, seemingly unbothered by the vehicular fumes. Sometimes, they’re also unmindful of other people and act as if they own the fucking city and block the way. Oh look, stairs, perfect!; let me stop RIGHTHERE and send someone a message on my phone. Who the hell cares if I’m a goddamn obstruction— I don’t.
(You know what else I hate? Groups of people who stand around by the entrance or the exit and discuss where to go next or whatever. MOVE TO THE GODDAMN SIDE AND LET PEOPLE THROUGH.)
Stressed, sleepy, hungry, and angry, I comforted myself with a 16-ounce brownie tempation blizzard from Dairy Queen.
September 5, 2006 at 1:12 pm | Filed under bitchin' a ride, technicolor lover
I have the worst luck with (men and) cab drivers.
Last night, D wrestled my phone away from me, and I almost scratched his eyes out.
Some days, I absolutely adore him; some days, I want to stick a pair of stilettos up his ass and shrug my shoulders in resignation.
Some days, I just don’t care.
You peer inside yourself / You take the things you like / And try to love the things you took / And then you take that love you made and stick it into some / Someone else’s heart / Pumping someone else’s blood / And walking arm in arm / You hope it don’t get harmed / But even if it does / You’ll just do it all again
-On The Radio, Regina Spektor
PS: I am SOFUCKINGSICK of that Rihanna song.
September 4, 2006 at 12:44 pm | Filed under a waste of human capital, joyful girl, technicolor lover
My Saturday nights consist of Japanese food and a movie with Roel. Contrary to what it may seem, it’s actually quite fun. :lolol:
D and I never seem to spend our Saturday nights together. At first, I bitterly owed it to the fact that Saturday nights belong to the official girlfriend, and I have to make do with Fridays, Sundays, and some weekdays. DO YOU SEE HOW GREEDY I AM? Then again, maybe not. I mean, I get this evil sense of satisfaction knowing that he spends more time with me than her, but knowing that it’s her whom he brings to family dinners just cancels out that little victory. Helga 0; Girlfriend 1.
Oh. He didn’t see her the whole weekend, though. Or maybe he did, but he’s learned his lesson by now, and opted not to let me know :hmph:. Also, I realize that Saturday nights don’t necessarily translate to Girlfriend Nights; rather, they’re D Has A Life Outside Work And Helga Nights. :)
So anyway, my bed’s still broken. And I had to flip the mattress because D and I have done some damage to its springs, too.
He’ll be moving his things to Alabang this week. He’ll be an hour and a half away from me now, instead of just fifteen minutes :(.
FUUUUCK, I just closed a 10-liner! :woohoo: I’ve been working on that sale for FIVE fucking hours— TOES and it’s system issues.
Happy D thought for the day:
<3 I love his arms (typical macho man arms, haha--- muscled and strong, the size of half my thigh? :P). They make for good hugging, good carrying, good biting, and good sleeping. Yes, the man hogs my pillows and I have to get by by snuggling into his armpit, my head and a hand resting on his bicep.
August 31, 2006 at 7:17 am | Filed under LAWLZ you idiot, the internets
Edit// This is getting longer.
Dear THINKFORONCE,
I don’t get why you go by the alias THINKFORONCE or USEYOURHEAD (I bet that’s you, too). You have something against spaces (and correct grammar, while we’re at it)? THINK FOR ONCE. USE YOUR HEAD. Doesn’t that sound better?
On the other hand, brainless is one word. Thinkforonce and useyourhead are three words each. My point? Insults are more effective when not thrown out in a laughable manner.
Also. You don’t make sense. Or maybe it’s just me. I don’t understand moronese. Come back here when you:
- are capable of constructing sentences in english,
- are capable of understanding sentences constructed in english,
- know the difference between your and you’re,
- know what a “whore” is,
- come to terms with the idea that people who don’t agree with your opinions aren’t necessarily stupid and;
- HECK, I’LL GO OUT ON A LIMB HERE— come to terms that YOU’RE (not your!) the dumbfuck here.
Am I even supposed to dignify your comments?
LEARN THE FACTS WHORE. she did lose 10 pounds in 9 days NOT EVERYONE IS AS STUPID AS YOU, youknow. Just because you didnt lose that much pounds doesnt me you wont die after, WELL GO AHEAD buy drugs and all that shit. i mean thanks to your STUPID blog, Hopefully your brain is going to get damage. That makes up for it.
“LEARN THE FACTS WHORE. she did lose 10 pounds in 9 days…” Where here did I say otherwise? Dude. Stop watching the news and pick up a grade school english textbook. Do something more productive with your time, too. I bet this is what your (not you’re!) whole day consists of: you wake up, go on-line, go to google and type in something like “lightsome, jowee ann marquez” in the search box, check to see if anyone new is lambasting your precious JAM, and then you proceed to make an idiot out of yourself. You preach the same thing over and over and over again. And anonymously, as expected. Get some balls.
Lightsome is awesome. What’s your point?
Love and Jesus Christ,
Helga
♥♥♥
Dear Arthur,
HAHAHA. ASSHAT.
Love and Jesus Christ,
Helga
♥♥♥
Dear Rose,
HAHA, this is hella funny, You dont sound as smart as you say you are.
Kindly point me to that part where I claim to be exactly that.
105? you can NEVER BE 105 pounds again? thats the DUMBEST thing i have ever heard.
And while you’re at it, go look up sarcasm in the dictionary. Or, for your convenience, click this link.
1. LIGHT SOME ISNT THE ONLY DIET PILLS. HELLO? You dont have to use drugs for losing weight, LIGHT SOME had illegal drugs in it. so the only reason you could be craving for it. might be because your an addict now. *SNIFSNIF* NOT.
I will ignore the grammatical errors and go straight to your underlined statements. Man, you guys sure know how misinterpret and assume stuff. I do not crave for Lightsome, the last time I took a pill was three weeks ago. Prior to that, I went seven months without it (or any diet pill for that matter). I’m addicted to what now?
2. THERE is SUCH thing called a NATURAL DIET? so its kind of STUPID for you to say that you can never be 105 pounds again. Damn dont they teach you this? or is it actually common sense.
What the fuck is a natural diet, but a person’s NATURAL diet— meaning what a person eats without some form of control. So if I keep up with my NATURAL diet (you know, eating what’s natural AND normal for me), how the fuck am I supposed to lose weight? Won’t sticking to a NATURAL diet keep my weight at a standstill?
Wimpy’s (from Popeye?) natural diet consists of hamburgers; Bugs Bunny, carrots; Koalas eucalyptus. Get it?
“CLAPCLAP” ITS funny how you tend to say that if something happened to someone eles it wont happen to you? EXAMPLE NUMBER ONE: Losing 10 pounds in 9 days. LISTEN BIATCH, no one has to be like you to lose different amount of pounds. (people are different you know?) or maybe you did? hmmm…
What? And maybe I did what? Hmmmm?
3. YOU said it yourself, diet pills do fuck up your body. and the rest you said..
MAN YOU ARE SERIOUSLY CALLING YOU SELF STUPID TOO. HA HA.
hopefully you will finally check back to reality. so again. go ahead fuck up your body with different pills you dont even know came from i mean. IF you really are that stupid.
Hey, I’m not one to overdose, lose 10 pounds in 9 days, go into coma for nine hours and wake up with a damaged liver. It did say on the box: twice a day: 30 minutes before breakfast, 30 minutes before dinner.
Love and Jesus Christ,
Helga
August 30, 2006 at 9:53 am | Filed under bitchin' a ride
Stupid Jowee Ann Marquez (what kind of a name is that anyway?) and her overdosing (or whatever. 10 pounds in 9 days and she claims to have followed the instructions? RIGHT) on Lightsome pills— MY diet pills. Now they’ve been pulled out of the market, been banned, and I’m NEVER GONNA BE 105 POUNDS AGAIN.
(I should’ve bought 5 boxes, instead of only 1, had I known that that cow would’ve nearly killed herself a few weeks later. I started taking Lightsome last year, and hey, I never got sick. I didn’t freaking lose TEN POUNDS IN NINE DAYS, EITHER.)
Everyone knows diet pills fuck up your body, and any smart, self-respecting person with good self-esteem and a healthy body image would stay away from them. Jowee Ann Marquez: you’re rich and your dad’s Joey Marquez. WHY DID YOU NOT JUST GO TO TITA VICKY OR MARIE-FRANCE??? Why why why did you have to go to a Chinese Mandarin Drugstore branch and get a box of Lightsome? You’ve ruined it for me. Thanks a lot. But don’t worry; your having to go through a 9-hour coma and ending up with a damaged liver? That kinda makes up for it.
STFU about me being mean.
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. 
