The photos of latest Pinoy Big Brother housemates are still going viral on social networking sites. Posting them makes it a solid ground for admiration and bashing—like posting photos of two housemates for comparison, or making nasty doodles on their faces. It looks pathetic judging the housemates based on their actions inside the Big Brother house.

In my opinion, there is no such thing as reality shows. When you say reality, everyone is involved. However, how come the show is only for potential actors and models? How come that they mostly base their selection of housemates on physical appearance? Moreover, how come that the outside world is not involved? Shouldn’t it be the basis of reality too? That is not a big question mark anymore. The show’s motive was to spawn a real version of Sims. They are given odd tasks, talk about sweet nothings and engage in instant relationships.

The show is also a campaign for honing one’s true personality. If you don’t show them who you really are, you will be nominated and eventually will get evicted. However, isn’t it just a game? From the way I see it, they are not really showing their true selves. They sacrificed themselves to be hated by the public as a publicity stunt. As a housemate, you need to make a scene for the people to sympathize you, or condemn you. It is up to you on how you will make your play work.

I still watch the show no matter how I disagree with their opinions. I actually think of becoming a housemate, to see how it really works.

These six kids turned my gaze away from my sister. It’s so cute looking at them goofing around and talking petty. She even told me that I look like I’m molesting them whenever I see cute kids along the way. I have this kind of desire on kids. It doesn’t mean that I’m a pedophile though. I just want to play and cuddle with them, especially that I want to pinch their cheeks. It’s just that I find them enjoying to be with. 

I told myself, “What if these kids grow up so suddenly, like they are already in their mid twenties?” What will they look like? What would their actions be? I actually thought of their faces when they grow up. I could see that two of them might make it to the industry—having gorgeous faces. Some of them are potential businessmen, while some are potential douche bags.  

They still have a long way to run. There’s no rush in growing up. It’s fun to be a kid. Grown ups always face problems, and there are times that problems get bigger as they get older. Climbing for maturity is quite a struggle, you know. If I could just turn back time, I could have done it already. However, I can’t stay as a kid forever. Screw it! 

Oh don’t you deny it. All of us do that. If you still claim of not doing it, it’s a shame on you. You might not want to be called an abnormal because of that. If you don’t do it, things inside will get worse. 

It’s perfectly normal to release your toxic fumes, given that you do it in a proper way. If you don’t know how to manage it, just go to the nearest isolated place, then release. If you’re sitting, just sway your derriere to the side, then release. Moreover, you could also use your mouth in doing it. In other words, just burp. It’s less damaging, but it creates clamor in any way. It’s easy right? It doesn’t have to be complicated at all. You just have to follow a certain protocol and observe proper etiquette. 

Breaking wind is like a persona. Whatever you do, you couldn’t mask it at all. The key to it is to set it free. It’s one way of removing sordid matter dwelling inside our bodies. You might think of it as a laughing stock, but mind you, it’s better to be humiliated than putting your life in jeopardy. 

There I was—sitting on a kart that sounds like a lawnmower. My hands felt cold (touching the steering wheel) in a bleak afternoon. I slightly shuddered as I pressed the gas. My driving skill is not that good yet, since I struggled pressing the break going downhill. I should exercise my feet’s reflexes more often. I was able to end the race though (while knocking myself on head).

“Motherfucker!” I said it in a boisterous manner. It was apt to shout and laugh on top of my lungs, since it was a rollercoaster ride (which is not the type of house-of-horror ride by the way). The instruction board says that we should not say foul words, so I said it in another tongue. Thus, my sister and I were laughing during the ride. By the way, we rode thrice, so it felt like I had bruises on the third time around.

My head felt (not exactly) like there were stars revolving around. So, we headed back to the indoor theme park to try the less extreme attractions like shooting stuffed animals.

My sister kept nagging me to ride on the extremes. To be honest, I did not want to try them at first. However, that fear was gone after riding. The feeling is perfectly normal. I may not be called the extremist, or be called a scaredy cat, but for once, I did all of them.

That day felt different for me. I have no idea why. It may be that I was able to survive an hour of elliptical cross-trainers, or perhaps, the ten-minute strenuous treadmill. For a lazy person like me, it was surreal indeed.

I got a new watch out of the blue. No, I mean, that was unplanned. I thought of having a watch that I could use everyday. My Kenneth Cole watch does not suit for normal usage like going to school, mall and whatnot. Plus, it irritates my skin. I could just remember whenever I scratch my wrist. I now know why it irritates my skin. It is too tight for me. I cannot adjust the wrist band because—it is made of metal and I have no way of finding the remaining watch band parts. So, I ended up buying a Casio water-resistant black watch at Target. 

There was a blackout at home last night. Usually, it only happens during natural calamities. Oh gosh, do not tell me it was all because of electricity over usage. Oh please. I cannot endure the heat at home, so I turned on the air conditioner when I was browsing the internet. I was not at fault at all! 

The day was different because there were novel things that happened to me. They were all surreal. I think, that day suffices my need of another venture. 

Those are the first two words I will mention once I get out of the house. Entrapment inside the house is not a good idea at all to me. It almost killed me. I deserve a pat in the head after surviving the dungeons of boredom. 

The first thing we did when we got out of the house was to celebrate the Holy Eucharist. It was such a good feeling to listen again to God’s words. He never fails to adore me. 

What is so noble about Barnes and Noble? Is it the free wifi they provide? It is more noble than that, actually. Barnes and Noble is a haven for books. That may have sounded exaggerated, but it really is. Books are the sources of knowledge which can lead to wisdom. There were times in my life that I just wanted to haul a book from the shelf and read, given that books serve as a sedative hypnotic to me. 

I became sad when we had to leave the bookstore. We headed to Walmart afterwards to buy some grocery items. I never thought NBA Fan Jam will be coming. Fortunately, I had my phone in the pocket, just in case I needed to take pictures. However, the NBA player that was supposed to be there was already gone. Time is up. Game over. Instead, I just took pictures of Dwight Howard’s foot and hand. It was quite a bummer though. 

I only get to enjoy these things once given a free time. I actually have tons of free times, but I have no car, so I cannot just go somewhere else to relax and unwind.