Showing posts with label Survivor Micronesia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Survivor Micronesia. Show all posts

Monday, May 19, 2008

Amanda's loss made me smile










I’d say Survivor Micronesia would be written in books as one of the best seasons ever. So what if the favorites line-up was less than stellar than the All-Stars and that Yau man got the boot early in the game? So what? It is still by far the best in terms of blindsides, evacuations and dumbest moves in Survivor’s history. And in the finale, thank God Amanda didn’t win. It would have been anticlimactic if she did.


I was actually hoping that self-confessed cutthroat, ruthless, stonecold bitch/monkey girl in the Survivor fandom Natalie would take home the million dollars. The only fan left came in just 4th. Not bad. That’s still 13 weeks of airtime. In reality it felt was less than that. Her confessionals only started airing when she blindsided Jason. Anyhow, at least Parvati won. It pays to be a flirt. Not bad really. I was enjoying hearing the boos when Jeff announced her name. Now that’s what you call an ending. After 8 years, Survivor has still kept me glued on my TV. Cheers for more entertaining seasons to come.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Last of my kind

I was rooting for Jason the entire night because


  • he’s the underdog (we all love the underdog, don’t we?),

  • showed Ozzy who’s boss by beating him at the immunity challenge

  • tried to help Eliza

  • and connived with her to oust Ozzy … which eventually backfired… but lead to Eliza’a outing Ozzy as having the hidden Immunity idol

  • the girls are dominating and picking the male specie one by one


There were countless times last night wherein I just want to hit him in the head and wake him up, the whole childlike wide-eyed kid charisma was, even though frustrating, spelled capital RESPECT. God, I didn’t expect that there are still good-natured people living in this world. I thought was the last one.

To James and Eliza




The Ozzy blindside episode of Survivor is now by far the best this season and it’s all because the narcissistic, arrogant, self-absorbed and so-full-of-himself Ozzy Lusth got the boot. Booyah… which lead to James thinking he’s no longer the dumbest ever in Survivor history.


UH Yes James, you’re still the dumbest Survivor ever. Don’t you ever forget that. How on earth did you get the idea? Thou shall not compare your experience with Ozzy because yours was a case of stupidity, not conceit.


And Eliza, didn’t it ever occur to you that, now, less is more. Cue in Bardem. You knew that was going to happen. Your reaction looked exaggerated... but I still like you though. Forgiven.


Sunday, February 10, 2008

To the little whiny bitch I love



How is it remotely possible that half of the 20 castaways of Survivor Micronesia looked nothing like, well, castaways? They certainly look typical, average and, if anything, fans. But then, that is the premise of the show. This season, fans are pitted against favorites from previous seasons. So, I’m thinking, if ever, by any chance, I would be on the show, am I just going to register the way the fans did on tv? Typical. Average. Fan. Boohoo! How would you feel? You loved the show since day one, wanted to be a castaway your whole life but ended up looking no more than just a fan. Seriously?

So for this season, I would be rooting for the fans. Eliza, no matter how I heart you or despite how Yau man is such an inspiration and regardless how Cirie brings sunshine to my life, I would still be backing up my fellow fans. Even though it pains me so much to be not behind you, I could just not leave them. I must support my people. I’m so sorry.


P.S. I saw you fell and hit your head. And where the hell is Peih Gee?

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Motivate me


Two years ago, never did it occur to me that my motivations for taking up nursing would falter. Last time I checked, it was all sturdy. But lately, you would come up to me, express your oohs and ahhs because I chose to take up such a noble profession. I then savored your admiration for a second, smiled back at you and said the uttered the words, “If you only knew” at the back of my head. Secretly, I harbored dreams of green bucks, earning, saving, spending and earning them again to finance my education- by which I mean creative writing and photography, probably change my citizenship and join Survivor, try my luck in Hollywood. Or maybe do porn. My parents would have been so not proud.


But those motivations are clearly blasted off like some misplaced Buddhas in Afghanistan, having been failed at pharmacology, taking it up again this semester and, you stepping into every shoes of all the people I'm being introduced to, saying your oohs and ahhs every time I said that I'm taking up nursing. But, no. Those admirations don't help like it used to. You are no longer helping. Yes, I liked the admiration. But I don't care about what you think. And stop smiling.


This is hard to say, but I'm not sure If I want to be where I am right now. Some kids would take my slot in a heartbeat any minute I opt out. The problem is, it's too damn late. If everything pans out right, I could be graduating really soon. My parents would then be proud of me. And I will no linger be eaten up by guilt knowing that all this time my folks think highly of me and have already spent a lot.


Until I can build some kind of a better structure for my motivation, like helping the sick and the needy without doing colossal damages on my pursue of material comfort or when I finally get over your admiration, I'm good to go. But for now, I need to study. And tomorrow, I'll deal with my issues.