One thing I really miss about living in the States is the TV there. Not the melodramtic stuff like Grey’s Anatomy (because those Korean/Japanese TV shows give way more pathos without the skanky/sex-sells stuff/emo+blatantly-trying-to-connect-with-you) but more like shows that center around the lives of teenagers that obviously aren’t in real life. Call it my I-missed-out-in-the-90210-years syndrome of something, but there’s obviously something really addicting back it. It probably all started with The O.C and now has culminated into another addiction – Veronica Mars. Sure, back in the day, I figured that a lame name equals a lame show. Then I realized that I watched shows like Final Fu and Springer, and learnt to accept my poor taste in show.
Then one day, innocent ol’ me got suckered into watching one episode, or thirty… Whatever, details details. I tried enrolling in the ten step program to get myself off this show, but unfortunately, each step was named “one more show”. At least it’s rekindled my love for quips, because obviously, not so many people around me enjoy it as much. Sometimes these quips pop out of nowhere, and I have to rein them in before more damage is done. [Side note: "One more show" is a slanted reference to Sid Meier's PC (well, now on Xbox360 also at a good store near you of course) game Civilization, whose latest game has a hilarious trailer http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Br1BWPWEdlQ]
For example, once I met this girl and she told me that she left JC and went to work in the theatre for a few years. Although I was incredibly fascinated wanted to find out more about her experience, all I wanted to do was ask her if she worked in Lido or Cineleisure. I was chortling to myself throughout the conversation heh heh.
Oh well. I wish I could write more.
Off to bed. Another day in the trenches awaits.
One more show.