morgueville,heartland living.

america. the land of dreams. and also the land of reality television. channel five's reality tv are just cannot make it. and they really should learn from the yankees.

so did you watch are you hot? yesterday night? it's yet another americano reality tv show that just makes up for abs building alternatives. ooh. so i sat through the entire hour. squirming in delight, cried with those poor souls who get tormented for having too much cellulite, cheered with that bunch of sillcons and basically, and almost, lived the dreams of these thousands of americans to being the country's bootylicious being. is it me? or is that show a rip off of american idol? but that's beside the point. they, too, have three judges. 'international hearthrob' lorenzo lamas made me laugh. he speaks a la simon cowell and the last time i saw him on tv, he had a disgusting mullet and was playing some action hero in los angeles. and his lines was a million times cheesier than a B-grade flick. the other judge was this fashion designer whose name i cannot pronounced. never mind about him but he had one line to compete with simon.
"you have the face that belongs to the radio..."
(and the contestant who obviously had her brain stuck between the sillicon inside her well endowed chest smiled sheepishly.)
"..and i'm not even talking FM."
(still smiling. sheepishly.)

and rachel hunter's british accent was quite.. never mind. which reminded me of this group of us spewing british accent after lit lecture today when they showed Jude the movie. we wonder why.

none the less, be sure to catch the hottest new reality television at a coloured box near you. to chase away the monday blues. (i see lorenzo lamas has caught on me.)