There was a teaser made public by GMA-7 when it attempted to deviate from the head-to-head clash of shows of its rival network, ABS-CBN. This is depicted by two plates, both contain pancit. Then GMA switched their menu of shows. When Tuesdays and Thursdays were used to be Comedy and Drama days respectively, GMA-7 swapped the time slots of its shows. However, this strategy did not work and obviously the head-to-head formula is still evident to date.

The showdown is only an element of what I call Philippine TV Bandwagon. The endless (re)cycle is composed of Breakthrough, Mimic, Face-Off. A breakthrough is something new or a recycle of something. A fantaserye is a perfect example of a TV breakthrough. The ‘first and only’ publicity for the newest show will air. When the audience embraced the show (the ratings will tell), another network will copy an idea of the said breakthrough and will release a similar show boasting the biggest, widest taglines superlative among airing shows. At first, their timeslots might be adjacent or apart. If they get a piece of audience share and brave enough, timeslot face-off begins.

To further describe the Philippine TV Bandwagon, below is a countdown of the most celebrated Philippine TV Bandwagon. Join me as we also reminisce the good old days.

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Why would heavens allow tragedies to happen during Christmas season when everyone is supposed to be celebrating joy?

It’s been two years since the tsunami washed away Phuket and it was thought recently that it would happen again in Taiwan and Batanes of the Philippines. The northern region has been saved but not the communication lines sunken underwater were broken thus disrupted the network even here in my work.

I was so fearful that outage plus the fact it’s holiday shutdown and no one could readily cover us will jeopardize our DM shift. Actually the effect of the broke suffers Manila later for it was 12-hr disruption for some countries.

But what pinched me inside is when I learned that a kid died because an accident occurred in a carnival octopus ride. The enthusiastic kid within me never dies as I see carnival rides and theme parks. I’ve never been in Enchanted Kingdom (too bad for me and my family members make fun of that fact because they already did experience the magic) and perya is okay for me. Now, that someone died, legislatives are into passing regulating law. Why only now? But even then, would the owners inspect?

Another one is the Ormoc market fire where 25 died. I was saddened by the story of the female teen survivor whose escape was caught in camera. She was hesitant to climb up away from hell because she’s still waiting for her younger sibling to appear. But when fire was already close enough to eat the comfort room, she left her sibling uncertain of the latter’s condition. Also, what would be another misery is the cross that this child, the culprit who played firecrackers inside the mall, will carry for the rest of his life.

People tend to be so busy during the season that sometimes this business is coupled with carelessness. And terrorists (remember Rizal Day bombing of MRT) and nature took this chance to play around. Or is it that someone above places His hand on this at His dismay of how the world failed to bring the true meaning of Christmas?

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Hats off to all working student out there! If I was not a scholar during college, then I would be on your shoes. Honestly without the financial support from the government, thanks OWWA, plus working as a student assistant, I cannot pursue a collegiate degree.

We are free to learn but education is not for free. In this wicked world, only wise people survive. Thus, these people try hard to find ways to be educated even how unfortunate they are.

I was stirred by two part-time fast food service crew members in Divisoria. They are selling burgers and packed juice to bus passengers. They are doing the sales talk similar to those who vend bottled water and cooked peanuts. We asked them if they feel unfair compared to those who toil inside the air-conditioned dine place. Surprisingly, they replied that this was their idea.

Sounds pretty good idea for me. Of course, I would prefer to buy McDonald’s burger than Fuji apple or peanut. According to the two, they receive commission from their sales. They will earn extra top to their 20-something-pesos per hour salary.

So the winning edge formula – S.T.D. is proven. These are sikap (hardwork), tiyaga (perseverance) and diskarte (strategy).

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I don’t see the point of having a clean military hair cut during high school preparatory military training (PMT). That’s why I was so enraged back then when our military officers made a cut-cut to my head. Cut-cut is the term used in the act of trimming a hair so short only to a portion of the head leaving some bald area visible and so evident. Unfortunately, when I let the barber fix it, he was so raring to go for it that it turned out to be 6 by 4 hair cut.

‘Spare my hair, commandant!’

It was also late that I realize that what I had undergone as a COCC (cadet officer candidate for corps) was a waste of time and worthless. Besides from the hair cut, I ate boodle (a mixed up of all food), rolled over the muddy ground, did push ups and pumpings and all of the initiations, I will end up commanding lousy privates. The only reward I had was beating the tactical inspection score of the previous batch. Thanks for the bunch of officers, that includes me, were volunteered to do the squad tactics.

Oh, I remember my second ever mobile phone, Bosch. It broke because I forgot to displace it out of my bag during crawling, creeping and eating dust.

Those were PMT days. Good thing that the expensive full-suit uniform can be recycled for the collegiate ROTC.

Not again?!

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