Day
6: Today's immunity challenge was a scavenger hunt through
a toxic waste dump left by retreating American soldiers. It
was another easy win for Chi Hua
Hua. The Hai Karates got all het up and some of them even
refused to enter the dump.
We
learned later that the HKs booted a designer of toys for children's
fast-food meals. I thought it would be the Author. His luxury
item is a tattered copy of some
book called The Sun Also Rises by Vernon (?) Hemingway.
He says he got it from his father on his deathbed and has
treasured it all his life and that it was
his inspiration for becoming a writer. He is always spouting
off quotes from this guy Hemingway. I can tell he is alienating
his tribe, even though he's very good
at killing stuff.
Day
7:
The other tribe is doing this Swiss Family Robinson thing
and building what looks like a condo in the treetops, under
the direction of a guy I call the Professor.
They have rooms with thatched roofs, bamboo pipes for running
water, and a pulley system for hauling up supplies. I hear
they also have a smoking latrine.
Day
8: Our tribe was getting a little tired of partying and
sleeping on the beach and was ready to dig in and build a
shelter. Again I was able to be of some help
by tactfully putting it in the guys' heads that we should
build a lean-to and then showing them how to do it and letting
them think it was their idea. I remembered
it from a Golden Book I had about Smokey the Bear.
Day
9: Today our immunity challenge was to decorate a coconut
like the face of a loved one and care for it. Like Tom Hanks
with his volleyball in Castaway.
At
the end of the day, the tribe with the best coconuts would
win.
One
of the Hai Karates was so hungry that she punched a hole in
her coconut, which she had decorated to look like her daughter,
drank the milk, and plugged the
hole with mud. It really sickened me. Like the giant bug sucking
out Zander's brains in Starship Troopers. Jeff Probst,
the host of Survivor, found out, however,
and the HKs lost again. Of course, they voted her off the
island.
Day
10: Our tribe is so together. You wouldn't think it would
be possible for eight total strangers competing for a million
dollars to become so close in such a short
time, but it is true. We start every morning with a group
hug. Then we spend some time massaging each other's feet and
doing social grooming, which we're
learning from the island monkeys. After breakfast, we swim.
Then we sit around and tan and talk about food.
Day
11: Something is up with Sylvia or, as I call her, the
Ice Princess. There is a lot of whispering going on between
her and Fabian. I think she is gunning for me
as she perceives me as easy prey. Lucky I've been brushing
up on my backstabbing.
Day
12: I put a little of my mousse into the rice Fabian was
preparing this morning. Just a tad. All the other members
of the tribe got sick and I pretended to be
sick, too, but really I just ate from the part of the pot
that didn't have the mousse. We jumped on Fabian like a pack
of rabid wolverines and, after we lost the
paper-clip challenge, we voted him off.
Day
13: We have pretty much eaten all our food. There are
fish but we have nothing to catch them in. Malburn brought
us a bucket of centipedes, beetles, and
worms that he had gathered from under fallen logs. He told
us, "When I was a child, we used to go down to the woods
and eat all kindsa berries and nuts and
creepie-crawlies and I don't know what-all and we never suffered
a lick for it." It's good that I prepared myself for
things like this by eating sushi and sticking
my hands in pots of cold spaghetti.
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