June 2, 2006
Googling Myself
After this season's American Idol, its creators concocted another talent show on Fox, called So You Think You Can Dance, where another set of Hollywood hopefuls are outdoing each other thru what else? Dancing. I'm not sure how this show's going to fare, but I'm definitely not enjoying it, especially after having watched its first two pitiful episodes. My whole hour of watching was consumed by scandalous auditioners: a flabby woman in a shrinked and still shrinking tank top exposes her boobs as she tries to imitate J.Lo, another lady painted with heavy mascarra vomits with dignity onstage after attempting her dangerous moves, a half man/half woman performs as a cabaret/cage dancer...it's reality show gone wild!
But while I'm here ranting about how extreme that show has been, it won't be a shock that it has received a growing number of viewers since its pilot episode last week. I think people are finding it entertaining, and not upsetting at all. But why? Is that what we call entertainment these days, seeing people act like it's okay to excrete shit and expose boobs in public?
It's not right, something's just not right.
I was trying a little Google search about myself today and found a lot of other people named Pepay and a lot of shocking information about those Pepays, too! To estimate, I think there are more than a hundred (or thousand?) of us Pepays lurking in the world, but here are four outstanding scoops I've gathered about my counterparts:
- I learned that one Pepay was working as a GRO, and that she once kept a blog but I didn't read on, because I couldn't handle things like that.
- Another Pepay was caught in a real-life hostage drama in a school building, but was luckiyly spared her life and lived happily ever after.
- Then there is also a Pepay who was loathed by every single person in her department because she is a mean lady, and in the long run was told by one colleague that "I will never step down to your level!!!" (with lots of exclamation points thereafter)
- Finally, there is a Pepay whose lover dedicated an entire blog to her, adorned it with poetry and sweet vows and love songs. (I almost thought I had a secret admirer, haha!!) But later on I realized that that Pepay was an entirely different person, because the picture didn't look like it was me.
No wonder I get mixed reactions when I tell others my name...Pepay has been associated with these types of people!
Anyway, since I've been writing about a lot of Pepays already, I might as well share with you this chant that enemies from childhood have teased me with as I was growing up. (Oh yes, I had enemies when I was young!)
To the tune of the last line in Pen Pen De Sarapen:
Pepay, tinapay, malunggay, pilay, monay!!!
(Infinitely repeated as kids gather around like
I'm some bonfire that they needed to put out.)
Ah, childhood!
