What makes a Freak?

It was a close call for Rob and Amber. I thought they wouldn’t make it because of the flight delays. Much as people dislike them, I am actually rooting for them.

I really really dislike Charla and Mirna, the cousins where one is a little person. I don’t even know who Charla is and who Mirna is. I still get confused but for sure I dislike them. I dislike them individually and I dislike them as a team.

The one girl, the taller one. She’s psycho. When the cab driver was trying to ask $20 from them she went crazy asking the driver to take all of their money plus their bags too. And the poor cab driver who didn’t understand English very well was confused and distraught. All he wanted was his $20 dollars.

It reminded me of this crackers commercial where the girl was being held up. She asked the robber to take all her possessions, but not her “pagkababae”. Turns out, the robber was only interested in her “Magic Flakes”.

And I didn’t like the way they argued with the beauty queens. The beauty queens were only trying to ask for directions and were even asking how much it would be to split the cab fare. And then the cousins went amok saying “no! this is our cab driver! No!”

After that, the little cousin had the nerve to judge the beauty queens and say: Beauty is more than Skin Deep. They are crazy! The beauty queens didn’t do anything bad to them.

The little cousin also talked about plastic surgery and had this self-righteous tone that really gets into my nerves. Add to that they passed by the CoalMiner and his wife, when the two helped them get out of the sink hole when they were driving the SUV.

Ang sama ng hitsura nila, ang sama pa ng ugali nila. What makes them a freaky team is not because one is a little person, but because they act freaky! I hope Charla and Mirna goes home next week.


Now I’m rooting for the Beauty Queens as well. I don’t really find them pretty, but I like that they are calm. Well, most of the time.

Best Time

1:02 per lap. What a happy birthday!

Inspired by my recent need for speed, and in anticipation of a really hot summer (grabe ang init pare!), I'm thinking of buying sun glasses for myself.

Why Vuarnet? Well, most of the endorsers are racers.

And I guess those PR articles that came out last December has a certain effect on my purchase behavior of sun glasses. What can I say? They chose the right Ambassador, even if I can't wear what she was wearing.

Did you see that hot contestant at American idol? The one who has a "bestfriend" that didn't make it to the final cut? I think she's hot. But there are not-so-wholesome pictures of her spreading on the internet.

I still think she's hot though! Ha!

She's Cuter in My Memory

I'm talking about Jill. The other half of the 9-11 couple of The Amazing Race: John Vito and Jill.

I remember she was the one I always looked forward to see during the Season 3 of The Amazing Race. I'm not sure if it was because she gained weight, or there just wasn't a lot of beautiful people in Season 3.

I was looking forward to a long time watching the couple in The Amazing Race 3, along with Rob and Amber. Unfortunately, they got eliminated last week. They had trouble looking for directions. They should've just paid Mr. Taxi Man to lead them to the destination.

As for Rob and Amber, they have gotten very very arrogant and I'm worried it may affect their performance. I still think they should've won, if not for the re-opening of the airplane that allowed Uchena and Joyce to get in.

I want Rob and Amber to win, but they really really need to be careful not to make any mistakes.

Not only are the couple such an eye candy. They also are fierce competitors. I remember the HillBilly Couple saying just meeting Rob and Amber already make them feel like winners.

I still dislike the cousins Charla and Marla(?) sorry I forgot their names. And I hope Teri and Ian make it far as well.

Obviously, I'm an Amazing Race Fan.

Cold February Nights

Did you guys ever catch the full moon last week? There was something both eerie and magical about seeing the big bright moon and feeling the February chill on a starless evening.

I wondered if the weather was comiserating with the chill in my heart or if the sky identified with empty soul.

One week from now, people, will once more scramble for reservations, flowers will be overpriced, the motels overbooked, and a flood of lovers will walk hand in hand in malls and other public places, seemingly inseperable.

Two and a half weeks from now, Ortigas will be laden with traffic as people commemorate a historic event -- while I am left to wonder if any good had come out of that event almost twenty years ago.

Years ago, an expectant mother pushed hard to give birth to a baby boy: the name carrier, the protector, the love-son, full of hope and promise.

Twenty seven years later, that's all there is still, a promise waiting to be fulfilled.

Fleeting Distraction

This is turning out to be an unexpected weekend.

I came here, not expecting to be bored to death; and I was. I found myself on the brink of sleeping sometimes. Fifty strangers in the room trying to find some learning out of all of this.

I scanned the room for something to amuse me. And there she was. She's cute. Chinky-but not so chinky eyed if you know what I mean. Her skin was glowing...nagpapaderma ba siya?

Okay some girls wear make-up to add to the glow. But this girl wasn't wearing much make-up and her skin was really glowing. I guess she's one of the more fortunate ones.

So i found myself focusing on her and not listening to the speaker. The more I look, the more she becomes cuter.

Then she looks back at me. I looked away. Nakakahiya. Nabisto pa that i was checkin her out.

I tried to listen to the speaker again. He's just so boring. So I looked at her again. She caught me...again.

This time, I did not look away. I kept looking. And she kept looking back. I smile. She smiles.

We do this for hours. The thrill is killing me.

Finally the talks are over.

We finally get to shake hands and talk. She makes green look good. And she looks better up close.

But as we talk and talk something was revealed to me. Much to my frustration. There was nothing much there.

Nothing much in common to talk about. Nothing much to say because she seems to have very little opinion about things.

Sayang.