I cannot remember when was the last time I watched a television drama for more than twice. When I watched My Girl for the third time, it felt as if I was on drug. Yet here I was, still laughing with the characters and feeling their agony at the fifth viewing.
It has never though been just the humour, jokes or the fact Samsi would always get punished by a woman one way or the other whenever he misbehaved. For me, it was a healing process: the way love or longing seemed to daunt at us so unpredictably; the pain that came with having to break away from an attachment in order to win a new love; the memory that haunts us after the break up... Memories kept flashing back while watching and digesting what the protagonists were going through. It was almost like re-experiencing the two years when my life was turned upside down.
Last Sunday, I returned the DVDs to its owner. Now that I am parted with My Lovely Sam Soon, it is like the old injuries have finally been healed, and I am ready to move ahead.
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