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X-List: 3 PM Infomercials

X-List: 3 PM Infomercials

If you’re like me, you spend much of your life in front of a computer or watching TV.  I never really did anything as a kid except read, play computer games, and watch a lot – and I mean a lot - of television.  If memorizing entire lines of dialogue from Cow and Chicken or Spongebob Squarepants aren’t enough, a broad knowledge of Pinoy showbiz chika is another.  Heck, I grew up watching Beverly Hills 90210, Dawson’s Creek, and Melrose Place… so for all intents and purposes I’ve already watched Gossip Girl by matter of association.

No, wait… I do watch Gossip Girl. I still know Beakman’s World. I have watched The Crystal Maze, the original American Gladiators, and even abominations like Knights and Warriors, Scavengers, and of course, Battle Dome. Those make interesting ideas for the next X-Lists, but make no mistake about it, I practically lived all 23 years of my life in front of a TV set.

Yup, no playgrounds, no schoolyard games, nothing for this (literal) homeboy except TV.  Save for that scary Chinese lady at RPN-9 who used a big scary cleaver while pushing around a hot wok, there were always the old reliable watchables at 3 PM.  No, not Lovingly Yours: Helen or Shining Time Station, but infomercials.  Mind-numbing, brain-burninating infomercials.  The kind of infomericals that sell products that are either:

  • So incredibly stupid that you wouldn’t even think of buying them, or;
  • Make you so incredibly stupid that you buy into the gimmick, or;
  • So incredibly stupid they’re so incredibly fun to watch.

We all know about the Total Gym, singing bass fish, and those 15-piece knife sets that always come with eight (not four, not six, but eight) steak and utility knives and a fillet knife that can fillet a fillet.  See, guys, if a fillet knife cannot cut along the peel of a fresh tomato, it’s not worth the toll-free number on your screen.  So are a lot of products “as seen on TV:” the only reality and truth that matters in this day and age is TV.  Especially when they’re shown right after the 3 O’Clock Habit.

So, without further ado, here’s this week’s X-List of infomercials.

April 5, 2009 7 comments Read More
“Pakikipagsapalaran”

“Pakikipagsapalaran”

I’m a terrible writer, but I do believe that everything has a story.  Whether it’s a poem or a novel or a show or a long blog entry, everything has – and must have – a story.  The story, to me, represents the face of an idea; it gives it a body, it gives the image the ability to speak to us.  Far from being a mere construct or an instance in language, stories become voices.

Stories (or “narratives,” to use a big word), are more than just for entertainment. Stories, like dramas and fiction, are ways to frame our reality. Rather than being mere flights of fancy, a story can tell stories of other stories. Instead of being something so exclusive and so unique, people often find something in common with any story. Something they can identify with, and something they can relate to. In the case of migrant workers, so many stories have already been told. We all have a friend or relative who works in the big city or abroad, and chances are you may be a big city worker or an overseas Filipino worker.

I cannot be – and I refuse to be – the best possible spokesperson for the plight of OFWs, on account that I am not an OFW. The blogosphere has its fill of OFW advocates (like The Ca t or Reyna Elena or Tonyo Cruz or Coffee With Amee or Balikbayan Box); I’m just a lyrics translator. Yet I have a problem with the word “diaspora” when used in the context of an OFW or a migrant worker. A diaspora more accurately refers to and implies the exile, exodus, and eventual return of the Jews to Israel. “Diaspora” is not our narrative as a people; the “Philippine diaspora” is not our story. Our story is “pakikipagsapalaran.”

OK, time for those long entries. Here goes…

April 3, 2009 2 comments Read More
Barakah (Within a Breath)

Barakah (Within a Breath)

From locked-up knees
And broken hands
Praying.

Within a breath
I long to see you
Smiling. 

Within a breath
I want our hands
Touching. 

Within a breath
To feel our lips
Kissing. 

Within your breath
I know you are
Hiding. 

Within my breath
Here I am
Calling. 

From this one prayer
A chance to hear you
Breathing.

April 1, 2009 1 comment Read More