I think I have an intimate relationship with a box.
more specifically, a gorgeous, slim, 40-inch grey box.
I'm talking about my tv.
incidentally I've decided to call him Bob.
I was almost late for work today because I was watching re-runs of Grey's Anatomy at home. now everyone who's cool (or pathetic enough, depends really) will agree that the show reeks of awesomeness. you just can't get enough of Meredith, her fellow interns and her 'are they or are they not together' relationship with that hot doctor with the deep green eyes. what's his name again? I think those eyes can make you forget things.
anyway my point is, I might have an obsession with television. clearly I am already upset about not getting 24-hour cable at my hostel. the fact that my job also has to deprive me of my basic tv requirements (at least 2 hours per day) leaves me in despair. and I'm trying my best to balance my work, my relationship with real people and the ones Bob presents to me. it's unhealthy, I know.
I'm not sure why I'm even confessing this online. if I had a therapist he'd probably praise me for being so candid about it, because this is usually the first step to healing, right? sometimes I don't see what the problem is, because I know I'm living in this realm and I'm not one of those creepy psycho people who think they're friends with Madonna just cos they saw her on screen. shit like that, the ones you only hear or read about.
I suppose I only realised what a problem this has become when I noticed how strangely happy I felt knowing Singapore Idol is coming back tonight.
in my defence, we could classify this as sheer interest in watching people make utter fools of themselves, nothing more (NONG NONG AGO are three fuckingly funny words, and only Singaporeans would get this.)
my mum, though, would point out my upcoming,
akan datang insanity by asking how would you feel if the show got cancelled and you'd never get to watch it ever again?
I'd cry, that's what. and a part of me says it's only because life can never be wholesomely good without tv.
frankly speaking I am only able to end this entry by saying thank God we don't live in the 1700s, where the only form of entertainment was burning witches. or whatever. clearly I need to watch more National Geographic, haha!
p.s: not watching the Da Vinci Code isn't much of a catastrophe. no matter how great the book was, and I say this because I've read it 5 times, the movie will never live up to its hype. I was pretty disappointed. so sorry, Ron Howard. you were better with A Beautiful Mind, but I only say that cos I've never watched it before.
p.p.s: can someone tell me what the hell is up with Tom Hanks' HAIR?