I have been deprived of cable TV for 5 days a week since I moved to an apartment in Ortigas. Well, that’s less than 5 since I get the pleasure of cable TV whenever I go home to Sta. Rosa on Friday nights. Nevertheless, Monday up to Thursday nights, I’m stuck with network TV. At first, I always had the urge to cry because I miss Jack TV a lot. And HBO. And AXN. And the National Geographic channel. And FTV. But as the weeks progress, network TV’s starting to grow on me. Case in point: I now have a network TV viewing habit. And here’s how it goes:

When I’m lucky enough to get to the apartment early, I eat my dinner while watching Kris Aquino‘s amusing Deal or No Deal? show. Yes, I find it very amusing to see the dreams of regular Juans and Juanas crumble right in front of me while I munch on my pork loin from Grill Queen. After that, it’s a tug-of-war between Super Inggo, Captain Barbell and Atlantika, and Studio 23 shows (but I only stick with them on Tuesdays because it’s Smallville night. I gotsa have my fill of Lanaliscious!). And then there’s the very entertaining Starstruck. Again, I delight in the fact that one by one, the dreams of young hopefuls wither and die in front of me while I’m sipping a glass of my precious Coke on the rocks. Ahhh… tastes like shattered dreams.

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