PBB

i never thought i’d be hooked on the latest reality tv show craze that is Pinoy Big Brother.i cannot say i’m that addicted but i find myself nowadays curious of the show’s latest developments.i’d say the ABS-CBN network has once again hit gold with this one.the show’s been off to a slow start, with lots of negative write-ups plaguing it’s day-to-day episodes.but alas,those write ups arose enough interest for the show to survive, and lo, it’s now booming in the ratings.

there’s the factor of being the first in the country, the controversy and the uncertainty, not to mention the prizes at stake.but personally speaking,there’s something intangible in the show that has hooked up households to their tubes at primetime every night.the show has turned out to be so…so…so… pinoy!coupled up with the technology of live streaming, the number of fans swelled.it’s like each viewer has found at least one among the participants with whom they can relate.in the common soaps,people would be imagining theirselves in the shoes of the characters they’re watching, but this one has allowed them to do more than that.the viewers’ attachment to the show went beyond imagination and being able to relate,all because the show’s supposedly real. no matter how many isinuations of the show being scripted comes out, the public just would not accept it, simply because the happenings inside and outside of that PBB house are not too complicated to be true.

in the show there’s the pinoys’ fave underdogs as well as the antagonists that pinoys could not live without.there’s also the class of culture and social differences, the gender and morality issues.forums about PBB showcased how people would react when they see themselves on tv, and the influence of growing up in the Philippines is very evident on the reactions.

a participant gets stabbed in the back and he/she would have the viewers’ sympathy regardless of the truth in what’s being said about him or her. a participant backstabs another and he/she gets the ire of textvoters. a female participant kisses an oh-so- gorgeous male participant and she’s labeled as shameless, she kisses another gorgeous participant, this time a female and she becomes immoral to the eyes of many. the initially best looking guy on the show garnered an instant following, one gossip of him being gay and his popularity went down the drain.a guy and a girl participant fell in love with each other in a matter of days and they’re considered desperate.

that’s how cruel pinoys can be.

a participant gets hold of a guitar,sings his lungs out and voila, he’s an instant fave among the music loving pinoys.a participant gets sick and everyone else hovers over him, all concerns forgotten. someone’s father passed away and the half the country mourned with her.one participant tells a sob story and support overflows unsolicited.a tear shed and a tissue would come out of nowhere. a plea of poverty and everyone would be voting for him to win.

that’s how sensitive and caring pinoys can be.

in the current state of the country, one really could not blame anyone who gets hooked up on something like this.scripted at times as it may seem, overall it’s still real.it speaks of a true blue Filipino trait in the name of ‘pakikisama’,and seeing that unfolds on tv is something many of pinoys could not resist. it reminds them, us of how we are as pinoys, and how (despite everything that’s happening) life goes on…

AAAWWW… *sniff*

LOSING GRIP

should i feel compensated that he does it with me and not with her?so ano pala talaga ako?should i feel compensated that i still have the edge?damn that edge!what’s that edge na hindi ko naman nararamdaman?half the time i feel like his life’s share of charity work.

pareho daw sila ng tama sa ulo, malakas magmura, malakas uminom, malakas magyosi, e leche ganun din ako a!hindi ba nya yun narealize in the past few months na magkasama kami?malayo daw siya, at least yung girl, nandito sa manila, e taena nasaan pala ako ha?nasa ibang planeta?ano ako alien?invisible ba ako?sana nga invisible na lang ako para hindi na ako magtataka kung bakit hindi nya ako nakikita.

mas mataray siya kaya kami magkaiba?e anong gagawin ko, kaya kong magpakamartir pero hindi ko kayang magpanggap.she’s gutsy?e ano palang tawag dun sa kung anong meron ako?you see her initiative as guts while mine is “being very vocal”?bakit yung sa kanya mas glorified yung term?i hate her guts!buti pa siya nakapagprisinta!bakit?cguro kya ka nya mahalin ng higit sa kaya ko?i’ve been giving it with the-everything-i-can crap without asking for anything in return but some… pero hindi, olats pa din.tapos magtataka siya kung bakit masama ang loob ko?the last thing i need is yung mga kabullshitang sagot na gawa-gawa ng utak pero hindi naman nararamdaman.lech, daig ko pa ang manikang de susi na disposable and reusable in one, voluntary nga lang yung susi!

oo, galit ako!akala mo hindi ako marunong nun?nakakaramdam din ako nun, kahit na uto-uto ako.kahit na madali akong bolahin, the so called ‘easy prey’, nasasaktan ako. kahit na pwede ko nang palitan si jose rizal sa monumento niya sa luneta dahil sa katangahan ko, hindi ako bato!

galit ako pero wala akong karapatang magalit.nasasaktan ako pero hindi dapat.umiiyak ako kahit bawal akong umiyak dahil may mga ibang bagay pa na kailangan ng tawa ko.pero anong magagawa ko?tao lang ako, I love you Piolo!

   
“Losing Grip”

Are you aware of what you make me feel, baby
Right now I feel invisible to you, like I’m not real
Didn’t you feel me wrap my arms around you
Why’d you turn away?
Here’s what I have to say
I was left to cry there, waiting outside there
Burning with a lost stare
That’s when I decided

Why should I care
‘Cuz you weren’t there when I was scared
I was so alone
You, you need to listen
I’m starting to trip, I’m losing my grip
And I’m in this thing alone

am i just some chick you place beside you
to take somebody’s place
when you turn around can you recognize my face
you used to love me, you used to hug me
But that wasn’t the case
Everything wasn’t okay
I was left to cry there, waiting outside there
Burning with a lost stare
That’s when I decided

Why should I care
‘Cuz you weren’t there when I was scared
I was so alone
You, you need to listen
I’m starting to trip, I’m losing my grip
And I’m in this thing alone

Crying out loud
I’m crying out loud
Crying out loud
I’m crying out loud

Open your eyes
Open up wide
Why should I care
‘Cuz you weren’t there when I was scared
I was so alone

Why should I care
‘Cuz you weren’t there when I was there
I was so alone
Why should I care
If you don’t care then I don’t care
We’re not going anywhere

Why should I care
‘Cuz you weren’t there when I was there
I was so alone
Why should I care
If you don’t care then I don’t care
We’re not going anywhere