Maybe not yet. Or maybe I’m in denial. Not the on the first time I got a taste of the substance, but something in me longs for the next sessions to come, which is next week, or maybe even sooner if I find some other yet undetected source of the addictive concoction.
Two couples came down in TAR in one night, and it came as surprise. I thought it just happened one at a time.
Watching reality TV shows (and any other regular show for that matter) has never really appealed to me, as it somehow puts a scrimp on my schedule. Sitting in front of the TV on a specific time and day of the week for the next three or so months just doesn’t seem quite right. What if I find myself in the Valley of the Kings when my favorite show is on? Staying in front of the boob-tube for more than 30 minutes also poses a challenge to my yet undiagnosed ADD. Some local shows are just too mind-numbing for me- Bakekang, Super Inggo, and Majika. What an insurmountable roadblock.
I realized getting stuck in an unconnected part of the globe is a very far-fetched idea, and concluded my life will be as routinary as a pendulum bob in the months to come, unless I get exiled for being a “late-bloomer.” When I spotted The Amazing Race 10 on TV last night, I told myself that I’ll give TV-watching a chance.
With the sites, sounds, and racing drama of TAR, what more could I ask? For now, I’m rooting for the cheerleaders and the beauty queen tandems. 😉