Double Up

For the past few months, call me dead. Call me a loser. I haven't had enough sleep, I'm not being alert at work and I haven't seen my friends for months now. I'm hooked. I haven't looked at anyone else coz if I do, I'd feel guilty.

The show is about a group of people locked in a cage (BB House). The cage is embelished -- disguised in a centralized, fully-amenitized house. The pool also serves it's purpose. For us to be legal peeping toms to those girls in skimpy bikinis and half-naked men. These people, whatever their reasons maybe for being there, have become public figures.

So what makes me hooked up watching a bunch of unknowns on telly? I really don't know. However it is addictive. Unconsciously addictive. Perhaps it's because of the sense of belongingness I feel, the satisfaction that some people have let me into their lives eventhough it is paid TV. Or because when I go home late at night and everyone is tucked inside their own bedrooms, I have an assurance that I will have someone to eat dinner with. Or because I am a hopeless romantic that watching a love story blossom gives me shivers (Melason). Or I love to observe human behavior; that feelings are complex however reactions are still predictable. Or because I've always learned something new everyday I spend with them. That not all beautiful are interesting (Sam, Kat and Johan). Knowing that attraction is essential for survival of boredom (Hermes and Cathy). That it's not everytime sex sells (Mariel and Yuri). That men can be still faithful (Paul Jake and Tibo). That Filipinos are more open to transgender women (Rica). That the Pinoys are changing, evolving.

I just wish when curtain calls, all's well that ends well. That friendship stays and the love still remains the same.