I wonder, W-H-O will WIN at the end??? Translated…
Television, is a must-have device for the purpose of entertainment for the families, and, the remotes are, the keys to make the televisions work.
I was once, a faithful viewer of the eight o’clock primetime soap, I didn’t mind pushing my breakfast, or lunch a bit, but, if I’d started supper after six, then, my heart started aching, because, only if I’d started supper at six, can I, the “housekeeper” be “clocked out” on time, at eight, then, with that leisurely manner, taking the kids along, to have a date, with my special lover, the television.
from the papers…
Several nights when I slept, I’d, collected all the screenwriters, the directors, the actors and actresses, and had that relay of sequences of what might happen next in the soaps in my mind. The night before the grand finales were, especially hard for me to sleep, the countless versions of endings played on inside my mind. And, the very next day, I’d see my own reflection in the mirror, with two dark rings around my eyes, still prayed that the sun would set quicker, so the television can start playing that show.
Until the kids entered into kindergarten, he’d become tall as the television cabinets, and, after school before he’d even put down his backpack, he’d gone, to grab the remote, and pressed the power button down, with his chubby little fingers, then, the television started its work early. His behaviors were a wakeup call to me, we’d become, totally, addicted, my senses told me, I can’t no longer be so infatuated with this lover, my television set anymore, I’d made up my mind, called the cable company, and, stopped the cable programs. As my child learned, that there was, no television to watch, he’d started crying like crazy, to the point that the neighbors started knocking on my doors one by one, thought I was abusing him.
Recently, in order to have the convenience of searching for information, I’d, reconnected the cables again, and, give my child who’s in middle school, only twenty-five minute of “airtime”. But, not knowing how I’d, trained him from before, as he’d started watching, he couldn’t help it, started, sinking into the sea of shows, and, no matter how hard I’d tried knocking the senses into him, he won’t come back on shore again.
this, is ALL you will see, the BACK of the kid’s H-E-A-D!!! Photo from online…
I’d gone out for my morning walk at six in the morn, as I’d just, left my front doors, my son already, got the television running, and, as I’d arrived home, I’d patted that heated television set, it was so hot, that I can, fry an egg on top of it, and I’d gotten so angered, and just, took the remote out with me on my morning exercises. But, my child wouldn’t be defeated so easily, he’d taken the advantage of the night before when I went to take my shower, and, stashed the remote away somewhere first, kid, I admit defeat, you’d won!
A couple of days later, the remote finally showed back up, I’d decided on what to do, I’d taken the time when my son wasn’t home, and just, thrown out the remote control; and after my son knew, that he wasn’t going to win after all, he’d lost that fighting spirit with me, in fighting for the remote control, and just, started, studying.
As for where, DID the remote go? Only I, and I alone, know!
So, you’d realized, how ADDICTED you and your son were becoming of the television, and, you’d decided to do something about it, and, you’d taken multiple measures, to get rid of the remote, and, they were successful, until you’d finally, hidden that remote in a place only Y-O-U know, where you KNEW your son would NEVER look, to help the two of you, finally become, detoxed from addicting to watching television!
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