The Haunting: Paris Hilton Edition
August 9th, 2006 by dreololzI have been recently freaked out by the fact that Paris Hilton is all over my world. For two days now, Paris Hilton has been haunting me in more ways than I could ever imagine.
It started the other day. I was browsing through the pages of The Philippine Star (which I habitually do, every Tuesdays and Fridays while waiting for my Journ class) in the CMC library, when I came across this news item telling that Paris Hilton vowed to be celibate for a year. She said she won’t have sex with anyone, just kiss and nothing more. Well, I’m betting she would eventually break the vow. She’s just too (insert word here) to suppress her heat from coming off. I dunno. It’s just my opinion.
The Paris haunting came to its second stage when I was in the MassComm canteen. I was about to buy some drinks when her song "Stars are Blind" played. It kinda put me and my orgmate, Danna, in somewhat a social climbing mood. We decided to use a straw to drink from my C2 bottle. Yeah. Feeling sosyal and all.
I decided to go back to the dorm after some time. I went to my room and decided to browse through a back issue of FHM I got hold of free, courtesy of Rothi (thanks, by the way). Not that she’s not supposed to be there, but I was taken aback seeing another aparisyon of Paris Hilton in that men’s mag. There was an article about spending a trillion pesos on all kinds of stuff. It says that it would take Php90,240,900 to clone the Hilton hotel heiress. That’s a lot to pay for lust (if you want to do your own version of the video with your own Paris).
Today, just when I thought I could get rid of Paris, I was haunted even more. I turned the TV on and surprise, surprise: Paris Hilton was MTV’s Moto Artist of the Month (Im not sure if that’s the exact title). Anyway, the show devoted a particular segment, with lots of airtime, for the gal. It showed the MTV for her single, discussed facts about her and other what-not.
Finally, when I rode an FX on my way back to UP, Paris’ song was on the airwaves. Damn. That was the last song I wanted to hear that time. I then whispered to myself, "YOU WIN, PARIS. YOU WIN (sounds like that line from Pamie’s Jollibee blog). What followed were minutes of singing along to the freakin song.
I know. Paris Hilton is hot. But i’ve just grown sick of her. You win Paris. You win.
SOME NOT SO RELATED STUFF:
- I completely feel sad for Kral’s lost cellphone. Kelangan na siguro ng legislation against cellphone thieves.
- Check this blogspot out, recommended by Bikoy, and which, I now recommend, coz I am guilty of some of the things stated here: http://jaypeeonline.net/?p=93.
Un lang.