We’re a nation of happy peeping toms
What’s with voyeurism and us Pinoys?
For quite some time now, I’ve been hooked on Pinoy Big Brother Double Up. This season is the third regular season of PBB, aside from the Teen and Celebrity edition.
Just a bit of a background: the Big Brother character is derived from George Orwell’s novel, Nineteen Eighty Four (1984) where “Big Brother” is an all seeing dictator of the state, Oceania. (This reminds me that I have yet to finish the book).
Weeell, in the Philippines, Big Brother is “Kuya” this all seeing, strict yet loving “being” looking after the housemates living inside his (well-decorated) house. I’ve seen all three seasons and I can say that this one is the best so far.
Read more here
here’s something for those who suck at romance
Dating nowadays is like a survival sport.
It’s regardless really, whether you’re a man or woman or in between–if you’re single, you’d go through the motions: the anticipation of the first date; mind games over text messages (sending a sweet “Goodnight, Sweet Dreams” only to get “who u?” as response); the agony of not knowing if you’re really officially “on” (meaning committed) or just mag MU (Mag Un) like dem high schoolers; the misery of petty quarrels and of course, the heartbreaking goodbyes in case it isn’t working out.
For those who’d rather work on their careers, see the world and get rich first–it’s a choice of subjecting yourself to countless embarrassing moments and cringe-worth drunken phone calls or the chance to making a name and a future for your self. Minus the baggage and the delight brought by relationships with other people.
For those being subjected to humiliating inquiries and prodding by their elder relatives, parents or annoying strangers (may asawa ka na ba? wala ka bang jowa?) — going through the highs and the lows of dating is a necessary evil.
Read more about the guy who married his video game character girlfriend here
First year anniversary blues
It’s been a year of picking after his kalat, grumbling about the toilet seat, fighting over the silliest things, washing his heavy clothes and plotting against his ugly crocs. But I wouldn’t mind doing this again and again for a hundred years more….
It’s 4PM. I remember that on this date, at this hour, I was riding that comfy blinged out Lexus on the way for Malate Church to get married. On the backseat was mum and dad, and the Queen of All Cats, the maid of honor.
It’s been a year since that date.
Read more here
Hopefully, a lesson for abusive drivers!
I’ve read on DZMM Teleradyo that LTO/LTRFB will now be running after “picky” taxi drivers who refused to convey passengers during the Christmas season. These are the hell spawns who have a variety of reasons for refusing to bring you to your destination: too near, too far, traffic, he is not going there, he needs to eat” only for you to see them annoying the hell out of another desperate passenger, one likely to negotiate prices just to get out of the war zone often referred to as Ayala Shopping Center.
For more, please read here
On the road – Pinoy Style
The problem with being car-less here in the Philippines is not the convenience of actually driving anywhere (cos I am told that driving is really stressful). It’s being subjected to a slew of weird, annoying and sometimes, otherwise–gross behaviors of your fellow riding public.
The sad part is that it really doesn’t matter where you are (bus, mrt, jeepney), once in your transpo-riding life, you will encounter something gross while en route.
What’s the grossest, weirdest thing you’ve seen while riding public transpo? I have seen a lot and some of them still haunts me even until today.
Here are the usual buzz killers when riding public transpo:
1. The Couple – you’ve seen them. Usually, these are minors, waaay below the legal age, displaying their young love, so sweet love while riding the dyipni. The girl, usually with her face implanted on her man’s neck crook, or their face way too close together mumbling or whispering sweet nothings while the jeep hurls at the highway at 20,000 miles per minute. When consumed by too much emotion, they will usually resort to a kiss–at times lingering, at times rated XXX. This will happen while a repulsed grandma and 5 other manangs watch the couple with contempt. You on the other hand, will look the other way, praying that you’ll mind your own business and just have the amorous lovers get their minutes worth in the jeepney of love.
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Ever wondered what it’s like to be part of Team Pacquiao?
There is Many Pacquiao — the boxer, the Philippine sports hero, the Global Icon.
And then, there is Team Pacquiao–a crew of assistants, assistant’s assistant and various hangers on.
NY Times wrote an insightful article on Team Pacquiao. Read here.
The dangers of last-minute Divi christmas shopping
I’ve read this on one of the blogs, I’ve been religiously following. Being a frequent last minute shopper who lives for the affordability and variety only found in Divisoria. I jut have to re-post. It’s alarming how thievery and one-upmanship (panglalamang) becomes more prevalent during the holidays.
It is alarming how some people will resort to doing the vilest things to others just to earn a quick buck.
