I was at the neighborhood store yesterday when I saw two dogs, uhh, getting it on.
Yes, I'm writing about two dogs getting it on. I'm very much aware that this will make me look like a very sick person, especially considering that I've written about the very same subject more than a year ago. But, in my defense, this is a result of stuff I've seen and heard in the past few days.
Anyway, the dogs. While I was waiting for the vendor to get me that bottle of cola, I was looking at the two dogs do the deed. Note, this is in the middle of the day, pretty much the only time we get to see dogs do the deed. Male dog mounts himself behind female dog (I would've used "bitch" but I don't know what the male equivalent is) and starts humping. Humping furiously.
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5/30/2010
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5/28/2010
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"And you are never not sleepy in your lifetime," I told Gwen last night.
Quite simply, she's a night person. She's awake at night, and asleep during the day. She'd text me at four in the morning, and I'd read it at five in the morning, and I'd reply knowing that she won't because she's probably asleep... and then she does.
"I haven't been getting it though," she answered. "Six hours lang."
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Quite simply, she's a night person. She's awake at night, and asleep during the day. She'd text me at four in the morning, and I'd read it at five in the morning, and I'd reply knowing that she won't because she's probably asleep... and then she does.
"I haven't been getting it though," she answered. "Six hours lang."
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5/22/2010
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A few weekends back, Anna flew to Boracay, and observed on Facebook that the girls go there to show off their bikins, while the guys go thee to ogle at the girls.
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5/16/2010
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Sunday afternoon. I'm seated in front of the computer like I always do. Four straight hours of reading through Lostpedia to get a leg up on next week's work, followed by some playlist organization, during which I think to myself, maybe I should start reading Pitchfork more often.
Another wasted Sunday afternoon.
Okay. First of all, I'm not complaining about not being out of the house. Honestly, I prefer staying in. You'll probably have the same attitude when you live far away from urban centers - and yes, I'm counting Alabang - and when none of your friends bother to invite you to anything. Also, you can't really afford to go out often at this point in your life. I should often remind myself that this is no longer college, although considering my theory that my development as a person is delayed, then I am still going through that everybody else my age has long passed by.
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Another wasted Sunday afternoon.
Okay. First of all, I'm not complaining about not being out of the house. Honestly, I prefer staying in. You'll probably have the same attitude when you live far away from urban centers - and yes, I'm counting Alabang - and when none of your friends bother to invite you to anything. Also, you can't really afford to go out often at this point in your life. I should often remind myself that this is no longer college, although considering my theory that my development as a person is delayed, then I am still going through that everybody else my age has long passed by.
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5/14/2010
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I'd like to think I'm used with dealing with celebrities. I haven't met a lot of them, but I had to deal with some during my college life. Remember, say, that little story with Karylle?
Then again, that was circumstantial (and still fun to look back at). This wasn't. This was something I looked forward to. This was something I pulled heaven and earth for so I can go. I don't care if it sounded right, because surely you get my point. That, and that being this fairly big Allie fan, this guy who shed tears when she got eliminated on American Idol, I should at least get really giddy when I finally get the chance to meet her.
But I told myself to calm down. The concert was over, and everything else that happened after - that'd be a Q&A session and a surprise birthday cake for the recent debutante - was also over. It was a bit chaotic. Valerie and her girls have left for the comfort rooms, which were a floor up. I was just breathing easily, partly because I lost my voice without screaming, and partly because I felt the excitement spiking up inside me. No, you cannot be excited.
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Then again, that was circumstantial (and still fun to look back at). This wasn't. This was something I looked forward to. This was something I pulled heaven and earth for so I can go. I don't care if it sounded right, because surely you get my point. That, and that being this fairly big Allie fan, this guy who shed tears when she got eliminated on American Idol, I should at least get really giddy when I finally get the chance to meet her.
But I told myself to calm down. The concert was over, and everything else that happened after - that'd be a Q&A session and a surprise birthday cake for the recent debutante - was also over. It was a bit chaotic. Valerie and her girls have left for the comfort rooms, which were a floor up. I was just breathing easily, partly because I lost my voice without screaming, and partly because I felt the excitement spiking up inside me. No, you cannot be excited.
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5/13/2010
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Jean was one of Valerie's Cookista friends that came along to watch as well. She had, in her bag, a photo of Allie, taken during her birthday, which was just a week before. It was the one with Kris Allen and David Cook - but of course, right?
I was struck by the fact that, it seemed, she had it printed at a photo shop somewhere. I wonder what the staff thought when they found themselves printing a photo of two American Idol winners and somebody with red hair who they vaguely remember, if they even do.
Valerie took one of the photos and put it in her CD inlay. She was hoping to have it signed, along with her CDs, never mind the fact that she already had an autographed copy of Just Like You, one she bought online.
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I was struck by the fact that, it seemed, she had it printed at a photo shop somewhere. I wonder what the staff thought when they found themselves printing a photo of two American Idol winners and somebody with red hair who they vaguely remember, if they even do.
Valerie took one of the photos and put it in her CD inlay. She was hoping to have it signed, along with her CDs, never mind the fact that she already had an autographed copy of Just Like You, one she bought online.
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5/12/2010
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Three minutes later, Valerie arrived. "Saan siya dumaan?" she went.
"Sa elevator," I said. The very same elevators she just went on.
There are only three elevators leading to the radio studios. I'm actually surprised Allie's entourage didn't use the service elevator. If they did, I wouldn't have been that close to her.
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"Sa elevator," I said. The very same elevators she just went on.
There are only three elevators leading to the radio studios. I'm actually surprised Allie's entourage didn't use the service elevator. If they did, I wouldn't have been that close to her.
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5/11/2010
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Valerie, being the superfan, has lots more experience with stalking. Or should we call it stalking? When I hear that word I think of shady characters hiding behind bushes, walking in tip-toes and possessing a pair of binoculars. Anyway, apparently she half-tailed Michael Johns. Apparently she half-tailed Lenka, too.
"Half-tailed" sounds much better. As far as I know she isn't really the sort who goes as far as doing serious research on an artist's itinerary whenever he comes to the country. All she does is go to the official events: in this case, all the mall shows. Pretty much what my cousin did when Cobra Starship came to the country.
"Hindi na kami tumuloy sa hotel ni Kelly Clarkson," she told me as our cab brought us to Robinson's Place Manila.
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"Half-tailed" sounds much better. As far as I know she isn't really the sort who goes as far as doing serious research on an artist's itinerary whenever he comes to the country. All she does is go to the official events: in this case, all the mall shows. Pretty much what my cousin did when Cobra Starship came to the country.
"Hindi na kami tumuloy sa hotel ni Kelly Clarkson," she told me as our cab brought us to Robinson's Place Manila.
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5/10/2010
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Here's something you might already know: I'm a fairly big Allison Iraheta fan.
Yes, I did say fairly. I'm not exactly the cheerleader type. I'm not the kind that obsessively follows people I'm interested in. All I know is, I like the person, period. No need to drill it down too much.
I remember last year, when she was still doing American Idol. I was chatting with Icka a lot back then. "Go follow her on Twitter," she'd tell me, before giving me some URL. I didn't. I didn't want to go giddy when I check the site and notice that she's tweeted.
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Yes, I did say fairly. I'm not exactly the cheerleader type. I'm not the kind that obsessively follows people I'm interested in. All I know is, I like the person, period. No need to drill it down too much.
I remember last year, when she was still doing American Idol. I was chatting with Icka a lot back then. "Go follow her on Twitter," she'd tell me, before giving me some URL. I didn't. I didn't want to go giddy when I check the site and notice that she's tweeted.
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