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I’ve had the chance to review my previous blog entries and noticed how serious they are. Even in my discussions of Sesame Street and Voltes V, I found a way to tie it up with some of my personal issues. So, I’ll take a step back and write something fun…hopefully.
You might notice that the word court in the title is in quotation marks. Obviously, I’m not referring to courtrooms where I usually perform my professional duties. It’s a different kind of court — one that recently brought so much fun in my otherwise staid life. It’s nothing major, but everytime I remember that encounter, I can’t help but smile.
I’m talking about a basketball court. No, I don’t play basketball, but I watch the sport as if my life depended on it. I know all the rules involved in the game that I can actually argue with the referee if he makes a bad call. In 1989, when San Miguel (then composed of Samboy Lim, Hector Calma, Yves Dignadice, et al.) made a grandslam at the PBA, I was able to watch all the championship games even if I had exams the following day.
It happened 5 days after my birthday this year. Since a friend of mine seems quite hesitant to introduce me to “the guy,” I decided to make my own research about him. No, I’m not stalking. I vehemently deny that. It’s not my fault that I’m really really good at research (my major in college is communication research…that’s always a good excuse). Besides, stalking involves an intent to make somebody else’s life miserable. That’s not my goal. I just want to know more about “the guy” as I know that I would most probably just admire him from afar.
Anyway, so I went to see a basketball game of his. I don’t want to go into the details on how I was able to introduce myself. That was the most embarrassing part of the story. Thank heavens he didn’t scoff at me. He was very friendly. Whether he was just being polite or was actually flattered by my efforts, I can sincerely say that the encounter is something that I will always be proud of, considering how I’m not really comfortable approaching guys I like. There’s no denying though that that was one magical moment for me. He has such an unforgettable smile! Those deep brown eyes…probing, full of life…how much of himself can he give away by just looking into that wonderful set?
Exactly 20 days after I went to see his basketball game, we had a chance encounter at my friend’s office. He spoke to me first when he saw me, but it all ended right there. I was just too dumbfounded that I failed to grab the opportunity to get to know him a little better. I got the harshest tongue-lashing from my girlfriends. They could not understand how a lawyer who could argue for 3 hours non-stop in court and who could write 100-page briefs that make the heads of Supreme Court justices spin cannot muster the courage to strike a simple conversation with “the guy.” Looking back, yeah, how hard was it to ask him, “would you care to join us in our beer session?” Oh well, that’s water under the bridge.
I would like very much to explore in this write-up my psyche on my unusual “systems breakdown” when it comes to the men I like, but I promised at the start that this will not be a serious story.
The guy I met in “court”…what difference can one encounter make in this lifetime.
]]>I have a lot to thank Sesame Street for. I was the only child for more than 6 years. While other kids might find that fun because no other sibling is around to take away their toys and other favorite stuff, for me, being the lone child that long brought some sense of instability in my life. I might not have labelled it “instability” then but I knew there was nothing fun about playing alone and not having another kid in the house to talk to about kid stuff. Sure my parents were there, but I did not expect them to know the details of how lego blocks work or to appreciate Sesame Street the way I did (and still do). So there I was growing up to be the independent child. Good thing Sesame Street was there to keep me company even just for an hour each day. It was my “surrogate playground and school.” My world practically stopped whenever it was on TV.
You might wonder then, why didn’t I just play with the kids in the neighborhood? Well, there was the language barrier problem. Both my parents are Ilokanos. So it is not surprising that it was the first language I learned even when I grew up in the city. Who among the kids in the neighborhood would like to play with someone who spoke a rather weird language? Thank heavens for Sesame Street, I learned English. Still, who would like to play with someone who spoke a different language than Tagalog?
I wrote about animés in my previous blog entry. I don’t think, however, that I can pass upon the chance to write about Sesame Street. Whoever conceptualized the show was truly brilliant. Later on, I would learn that the entire program was based on a curriculum similar to what they have in school and each episode is the “actualization” of the curriculum.
When I do get to have kids someday, I will definitely make them watch Sesame Street (it should be available in CD/DVD by now) so they can experience the learning process I so appreciated as a child. They will not be alone in watching it.
]]>Animés, however, are nothing new. According to Wikipedia, they have been around since 1929. Can somebody already existing that time validate this? But for those born in the ’70s (like me) or even the early ’80s, the most popular animés were Voltes V, Mazinger Z, and Daimos. Within the past 10 years, we have seen the popularity of Ghost Fighter, Dragon Ball Z, Naruto. For me though Voltes V is still the best animé in terms of storyline, characters, lessons imparted, and the way the series was written. Although the animation is not as sophisticated as that of the cartoons today, the story of this classic animé more than compensated for the technical issues.
I remember the debate over Voltes V when the late President Marcos pulled it out from the airwaves due to its alleged violent contents, which he deemed not suitable for children, or probably to the “new society” he wanted to establish. Regardless of any political motives involved in the decision to stop showing the series, I feel that my generation was vindicated when it was allowed to be shown again in the mid-’90s (even dubbed in Tagalog). By that time, we were no longer the kids President Marcos tried to protect from the “bad influence” of Voltes V. Unfortunately for me, I was still not able to finish the series because law school got in the way. It was shown every 6:00 in the evening when night classes in law school would just begin.
Thank heavens, however, to my youngest brother who gave me, as a birthday present, the entire Voltes V CD collection. I spent one whole weekend watching all 41 episodes and was so relieved to finally know its ending and to find comfort that I will be able to tell my children someday about this great animé.
If we could just see Voltes V for what it is, we can, in fact, appreciate its general theme and not focus on its “violent” aspect (Voltes V always ending up slashing the opponent’s beast fighters with its mighty Laser Sword). It is about love and sacrifice for family (remember how Prince Zardos, the evil conqueror, sacrificed his life for Steve in the end when he found out that they were brothers?), for the Earth, and for one’s country. It is about showing the value of team work and staying true to one’s duty and vision, regardless of the odds. Most importantly, it is about fighting for what is right, regardless of the relations involved (Dr. Armstrong was a Boazanian nobility but he chose to fight for the rights of the slaves in order to achieve equality within their society). Bottomline…selfish interests would not get us anywhere.
Maybe, if our politicians could learn a thing or two from the Voltes V series, this would be a much better country (or world, for that matter) to live in.
Long live Voltes V.
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Boy! Was he helpful. He invited his co-performers, including “the guy,” to a photo-ops. To make things subtle in a way, I took a picture of them first. Then, my friend, who was really living up to his promise to me, grabbed my camera and pushed me to “the guy.” Of course, I said sorry to “the guy.” He flashed his million megawatt smile and said it was okay. As expected, all my systems shut down from then on. Sigh!