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.

the good, the bad, and the fugly.

Pretty faces, I believe are in this world to give visual community services of some sorts. Once they start hooking up with, say, those of the lesser species, they ante up their presence to higher humanitarian levels. Then I admire them for their bravery, if not bow before them for having the stomach to wake up every morning in bed next to a horrendous-looking creature. Such courage deserves a Nobel prize. Does that Heidi girl ring a bell? And she thinks Seal is sexy. Weird. But not.Having those fugly creatures thinking they're all these and that is.

Not that I'm superficial because I believe that inner beauty trumps outside beauty (well, almost) but once a fugly takes his/her perceived status to stratospheric heights without any concrete basis, I just want to take a mirror and stick it in front of their face and burst that Helium bubble of self-esteem.


Heck, Petra Nemcova is freaking hot but she doesn't say it. She even had an English douche bag for a squeeze. And yet there are still people who don't look good and have the worst attitudes! The least these fugly people could do is be at least kind to compensate on their lack of aesthetic value. Sometimes makeups just don't work, kindness does.