My latest addiction to TV has been the reality show Big Brother (Season 9). I hated it at the beginning because it was built around people who lie, flirt, backstab one another, and doing whatever for the sake of money, which in this case, the grand prize of $500,000 US. However, as the game show goes on, I seem to be able to get past the malicious behaviours and really look at the contestants as everyday people, with emotions, anger, lives in the real world,  and when contestants break down mentally and emotionally, they seem to be more real than at any other moment.

All along I have been supporting Crazy James, who amazingly won the Power of Veto for three weeks straight and saved himself thrice from eviction. But eventually the "evil" power of Team Christ wears down the poor individual, and James was eliminated this week. It was somewhat expected, but I still feel sorry for this guy, who had been trying so hard, playing such a great game,  but was eliminated only because he was outcasted all along.

There are times in life when each of us feel outcasted, and that emotion is unbearable. I am happy to have friends who stuck through with me thick and thin, especially those whom I have known now for 10, 15 years. But there are still times when things are better off kept to myself.

P.S. If you have been reading my blog all along, you will probably realised this is less structured than the other ones. I just needed a emotional dump on my thoughts, and this blog is probably the best place.