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Just came from the MTV PILIPINAS AWARDS.

The best parts of the show will probably be not shown on air, like Buwi of Parokya ni Egdar ripping off his shirt and jumping up and down and around Sarah Meyer. A second later Chito and another Parokya member jump on stage, take of their shirts and start to run around Sarah who’s trying to read something from the teleprompter.

Rufa Mae Quinto was probably the most unpretentious presentor that went up on stage. Due of some problem with the next band, Rufa Mae and Martin had to ad lib and just chat on stage. That was probably the funniest and best part of the show.

I think Martin still makes a great host. He was funny and always has good stage presence. Unfortunately, he just had to sing the “Simply Amazing” song, with the commercial appearing on the two huge video walls in the back. Not exactly under the radar, but it was definitely one hell of a product placement.

The most intelligent thing said during the whole show was said by Rico Blanco of Rivermaya after accepting their Best Band(?) Award. He said that we should continue to support local artists because they're the only ones who speak to us, that Britney Spears can never make the Pinoy laugh like Parokya ni Egdar and singers like Craig David and J.Lo can never write about the love and heartache and Pinoy feels in the same way a band like Eraserheads would.

Aside from that, it was a very typical show. The usual medley of artists, paying tribute to something kind of thing.

Another big problem of the show was the crowd. They were all media people and sponsors. They weren’t really the fans of the bands and the artists. So, no one really got excited and stood up and danced when this band and that band went up on stage.

Oh well, you didn’t miss much. Watch it on MTV and at least you get to go to the bathroom during the commercial breaks.







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