A ‘Small’ Obsession

If there’s a downside to the joy of knowing that an absolutely hellish semester has come to an end, it’s the thought of stuffing one and a half years’ worth of stuff (which includes clothes, notes, books, accessories…basically, every darn thing in your room) in heavy carton boxes in record time and lugging all of it to a luggage storage area at some distant corner of a huge condo-like hostel residence.

In short, packing and moving. And as I’ve doubtless said before, me no likey.

After our last exam was done, Macho Girl and I (with loooooads of help from dear Soleil) got down to the dirty business. Five hours later, we’d managed to do our laundry, dust and clean all our stuff and put every single thing we had in our rooms into many, many boxes. Exhausted and unable to stay a moment longer in our rooms, we crashed at the TV room and spent an uncomfortable, but very entertaining night — cold and cramped on couches too small to fit our frames, listening to Tyra Banks interviewing Flavor Flave (oh dear Lord, the misery of it all!) and finally falling asleep for a few hours before waking up to Ellen Degeneres (I swear, it was a night of talk shows!). Amazingly enough, we didn’t get kicked out by the security guard who walked into the TV room early in the morning. The man seemed to understand our plight, and just gave us a slight smile before walking out like nothing had happened. God bless his understanding soul.

We trudged back to our rooms to get a couple more hours of sleep — we all knew the worst was yet to come. Unless we managed to secure trolleys, we were going to have to move all our boxes manually, and we could already feel our limbs complaining. So, in order to put off the pain, MG and I resorted to the one thing we knew would allow us a few moments of peace and comfort before we went off to face the storm.

We doodled.

And not just ordinary, meaningless doodling. Oh no. We had a topic, a theme. Smallville — my obsession, MG’s guilty pleasure. I don’t know when it happened, but I got up one day and realized I was madly in love with a show whose main character would grow up one day to wear his underwear outside his spandex pants. Well, they do say love is blind, and for everyone who has some not-so-nice things to say about my dear show, I have just two words for you — eye candy. Aka Tom Welling. After realizing that following Smallville’s plot would just leave my brain all muddled up because of the alarming lack of continuity, I decided to give up and follow the one thing I knew would never suffer from the continuity problems that plagued the rest of the show — The Pretty. Smallville has a ridiculously pretty cast, and though I know this is going to plant me firmly in “Superficial Females Who Watch TV Just So They Can Gawk At Pretty People” territory, it’s worth watching the show just for that. Trust me.

So, bored people that we were, MG and I doodled on our carton boxes. She drew (I’m horrible at drawing convincing faces — human faces, that is :P), and together, we gave them dialogues, comic strip style. Being even more jobless, we took pictures of our work. (Click on the pictures for bigger sized versions!) A word of caution: inside jokes and very shrewd observational skills will make these pictures a bit difficult to understand to the casual Smallville watcher, and to the non-watcher, the pictures will be completely incomprehensible. If you belong to either of these categories, ignore the content, and simbly enjoy ze artvork. It has significant form — that should be enough. πŸ˜‰

The magnificent Luthors…bwahahaha!

The endless love triangle

Jonathan “Mr. Platitudes” Kent and his dear wife, Martha

Alicia Baker : Brutally killed, forgotten in favour of a football, ex-Mrs. Clark Kent



An overview of the madness

Ah, what a fun day that was. As crazy as it might sound, it’s heaps of fun to have an obsession. And it only helps to have a friend as obsessed about it as you are. Words cannot express how happy I am that I managed to brain-wash MG into being a Smallville addict; I fully believe that in order to proudly sport a not-so-popular addiction/obsession, it is vital to recruit someone into your one-man club, so you can experience the full joy of being craaaazy without feeling like a total outcast.

So yeah, ultimately moving is still a pain in all the wrong places. But with some choice friends, a ‘small’ obsession and a big dose of humour, you can be assured of a handy pain-killer. No side effects, guaranteed. πŸ™‚


7 thoughts on “A ‘Small’ Obsession

  1. moonlight December 25, 2006 / 10:42 am

    Carry on…enjoy your break and Merry Christmas!!

  2. Clueless December 20, 2006 / 9:32 pm

    #CS,Oh, I remember that night! Fun, it was. We should do the ‘gazing at the stars’ stuff more often — bonding time! Soleil and I chatted away that night about almost everything under the sun…erm, stars! πŸ˜€

  3. Confused Soul December 19, 2006 / 12:58 am

    Haha, cool! U guys sure must have had fun.. Hats off to soleil.. she’s been helping all of us with our packing :DWell, we were gazing at the stars in the time we had after our packing..[And yeah, throwing water at each other?? Or rather, I was throwing water at u!! :P]

  4. Clueless December 18, 2006 / 3:08 am

    #MG,Dude, seriously. We should start an official fan club. Or at least a “I Hate Lana Lang” community on Orkut. I’m telling ya — people will flock to it. ;)#Dee,Hee, it sure was! :D#Soleil,Oh, you poor thing. I was thinking about you the whole time I was writing this post! You know you can’t escape the madness — just join it! You’re already a TW-lover; that’s all thats needed to make it into the club! πŸ˜€

  5. soleil December 18, 2006 / 12:11 am

    Poor me… I had to wait while you two doodled happily about Smallville on that carton box… I can’t remember how many times I asked, “Shall we go?” only to be met with a, “one sec” which obviously was more than one sec :p But I do love your artwork though. The wait was worth it πŸ™‚

  6. dee December 15, 2006 / 11:53 pm

    lol. must’ve been fun

  7. Macho Girl December 15, 2006 / 9:43 pm

    haha. I loved that morning! first time in a tv room! ;)And hey… the doodling was loads of fun. I think it started off after i scribbled my name on the box then drew a face or something on the other side and u told me to give it hair or it wud look like lex or something like that… hehe… cant remember. But i sure as hell remember having loads of fun with ya! :)And hey! Thanks for recruiting me! *sniff* i am so proud of myself! I am finally eligible to join to smallville fan (read as “Obsession”) club! Number of member = 2. 1 obsessed president (clueless) and 1 obsessed VP… ME! πŸ˜€

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