Pout, pout baby

It wasn’t until yesterday that I watched American Idol’s results show. I missed it the other day. On purpose… which is weird since I usually end up watching it anyway, blaming the lack of quality television, by which I mean that David Tutera guy being himself. So creepy. I mean, why can’t Travel and Living have Globe Trekker or Lonely Planet running when I want them to.

So our very own Ramy finally got the boot. It was sooner than what I have hoped for. But her elimination was a no-brainer. Not that she gave a bad performance but it wasn’t stellar either. The judges going easy on Ramy, caring less about a mediocre performance was a sign. It was their subtle way of saying, you’ve got to go. So much for being the first Asian-American Idol, huh?

So into Ramy

There is something about that Ramiele Malubay that I find it hard to decide whether I should be triggering my latent sex toy fetish or sense of national pride. But should I even care? Sure, Ramy is cute (in size) and pretty but the girl’s got talent. She could win. She could beat Carly, Kristy, Kady and Brooke. Or not. Hey, a guy can hope. This could be the year of the Pinoys in AI, considering how we fared in the auditions (cue in Renaldo Lapuz). Just watch the show so you won’t miss out on all the fun.