Well, I got the stricker number and ushered inside. Oh my! It was really hot inside. People were so patient to be called. Only 3 persons would be picked to join the PBB in Butuan. I joined the group. I was really hungry because I had not taken my meal. The time was 5 pm. As we entered inside I memorized my lines for possible personal interview. I was disgusted. We're only asked to describe our family then no more...that was the end. I knew couldn't make it. Well, I was not even really serious of joining it. Sour graping?
Saturday, April 25, 2009
PBB and PDA Audition
I'm in Butuan now. Yesterday, after I claimed my PRC teacher's license I went straight to Father Saturnino Urios University (FSUU) at around 9 am to witness the audition on Pinoy Big Brother (PBB) and Pinoy Dream Academy (PDA). This was an event I had been wishing to witness. I befriended some hopefuls who line up under the scorching sun just to get a sticker number as get pass to the audition hall. Out of curiosity, I decided to join the thousands of people who lined up. Well, this is something exciting, I thought.
Well, I got the stricker number and ushered inside. Oh my! It was really hot inside. People were so patient to be called. Only 3 persons would be picked to join the PBB in Butuan. I joined the group. I was really hungry because I had not taken my meal. The time was 5 pm. As we entered inside I memorized my lines for possible personal interview. I was disgusted. We're only asked to describe our family then no more...that was the end. I knew couldn't make it. Well, I was not even really serious of joining it. Sour graping?
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Well, I got the stricker number and ushered inside. Oh my! It was really hot inside. People were so patient to be called. Only 3 persons would be picked to join the PBB in Butuan. I joined the group. I was really hungry because I had not taken my meal. The time was 5 pm. As we entered inside I memorized my lines for possible personal interview. I was disgusted. We're only asked to describe our family then no more...that was the end. I knew couldn't make it. Well, I was not even really serious of joining it. Sour graping?
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