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The Dramatic World

Monday, July 06, 2009

I have come to a conclusion that people are crazy about dramas because we like to lock on to another world where there are more possibilities.

Where no matter how poor you are, some super ridiculously rich and handsome dude will fall in love with you at first (or second or third or at hundredth sight), and then sweep you off your feet.

Where, unfortunately, all nose bleeds also mean that you have cancer of some sort.

And where all mama-sans in the world have the same hairstyle (I never really understood this part).

I myself am guilty of this obsession.

One of the very first few dramas I caught was Full House. I bet every single one of you who caught the show remembered the plot and maybe even certain scenes from the drama.

I can vividly recall that I was on my poly internship during that period and it involved ALOT of photocopying.

To begin with, my then-husband, Mr. Ric Oh (for some of you who didn't know, Ric Oh was actually the brand of the photocopier), was not a very fast worker to begin with.

I think it probably takes him almost 8 seconds to photocopy ONE piece of paper, and 5 seconds for the subsequent ones thereafter.

My, my. You all should see the speed of the photocopier at Rentokil. It is godly, I tell you.

*gives a dramatic kick to Ric Oh, making the machine creak and groan like an old metal piece of sh*t...*

I remembered standing there in a daze because I had very little sleep at night due to me trying to squeeze every precious second of the drama before bedtime.... Yet, I wasn't daydreaming.

In my mind, it was running a trillion different possibilities.

What was going to happen next during the next episode?

Will he this this this? Will she that that that?

If imagining things can be considered as a form of physical exercise, I'm probably on my way to being a world-class bodybuilder.

In our otherwise rather mundane lives, thank goodness for dramas.

*Muackz*


(I just wanted to add that I tried to add a photo of a bored-looking Chubby but the blardy blogger thing is NOT WORKING. I have tried uploading the same photo thrice already. I quit!)


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