(Day 23 — Favourite Movies and TV Show)
I wanna be the very best that no one ever was…to catch them is my real test, to train them is my –
“It’s starting! It’s starting, Sistah!”
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Wait, wait, wait, press pause! Wait, there’s no pause!”
I scramble over to our big bushy sofa with a bowl of frosted flakes teetering in my hand. My brother and I ogle at the screen – we’re just two little kids anticipating the appearance of Ash, Pikachu, and that famous red and white Pokéball. Our eyes are glued onto what Mum and Dad jokingly – yet often begrudgingly – call “Mama TV”.
I will travel across the land, searching far and wide. Teach Pokémon to understand the power that’s inside – Pokémon!
“Gotta catch ’em all…” We sing animatedly along with the show’s theme song. Pokémon is an integral part of our morning ritual. We’ve already donned our green and gold Sandon Uniforms and – once the show would end – we’d skip off into the day, going up and down O’dell, Blake, and Niagara streets to enjoy school sweet school. But first we must have our round of morning cartoons.
But the show is only about to begin. For a moment, time stands still.
In last week’s episode of Pokémon, our heroes Ash, Misty, and Brock faced the terrible wrath of Team Rocket. How will they get out of that mess? Join us in today’s episode – ‘Charmander Strikes back’!
For a moment, time stands still.
Our whole universe was in a hot dense state then nearly fourteen billion years ago expansion started wait –
“Quantum, your shows are really funny,” I chuckle to myself as the Big Bang Theory episode takes over the laptop’s screen. I had pilfered the series from my brother’s machine some weeks back and now I’m finding myself addicted, watching four episodes in a row tonight.
“Penny, Penny, Penny.”
“Sheldon, Sheldon, Sheldon. What???”
“Oh nothing. I just wanted to ask you if you wanted a cup of hot beverage.”
“No Sheldon, I do not want a cup of hot beverage.”
I release a loud guffaw at the exchange. Thank God I am alone – any onlooker would find me crazy laughing like this on my own.
The night is just ending. After a long day at work – and after a long month of dealing with life – I let the four stooges take their place in my “cheer yourself up” routine. I’ve already donned my pajamas. Dinner is in front of me — next to my makeshift laptop — and I’m ready to laugh the night away.
“Sheldon, are you crazy?!”
“No. I’m not. My mother had me tested. The doctors said I’m not.”
“Sheldon?! What in the world – ?”
“Ha. Ha. Bazinga!”
Well, now the show is ending. Time – no longer still – begins ticking.