I pity the
kids of this generation. While I do appreciate all the technological advancements
that are available today, I still feel that mine and my parents’ childhood are
more exciting and more fun. We may not have pawned anyone in DOTA/DOTA2 but at
least we flew kites and ran across rice fields. We may not have swiped angry
birds on smart phones but at least we played “Patintero” under moonlit
skies. We may not have watched movies in 3D but we at least had The Neverending
Story, The Land Before Time, and all the other movies that that have been
remade to blu-ray for the sake of this era.
Music during
our time was also was better. Bieber and One Direction don’t even amount to a
hair strand of the singers of our years. Today, MTV has Jersey Shore. Back
then, we had Beavis and Butthead, Daria, and Celebrity Death Match. How cool,
right?
Lastly, I
pity the kids of this decade because they don’t have any action heroes left. Forget
the cast of The Expendables; the
children of the year 2000 and up don’t even have a Richard Dean Anderson.
MacGyver is
one of the most kick-ass shows of my childhood. Up to now, I can still remember
how I fervently waited for his show to air on RPN 9. Every episode is a classic
family bonding moment. They way they applied science to the series is
entertainingly educational, too. Also, he is a guy who only held a gun three
times for seven seasons and escaped every situation with just a Swiss knife and
duct tape. No sex. No violence. Pure awesome, I say. On top of all this, he
taught me a very important lesson in life:
“Another day, a whole 'nother set
of fresh possibilities ... I'm a sucker for
mornings”.
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She said no.
After a
number of movie tickets, coffee cups, and restaurant menus, I ended that
January night with an “L” on my forehead. She still had a lot of other
priorities and we were better off as friends. A relationship was not on her
plate that time. It was the dreaded “Nothing against you but I’m not ready yet.
I’m sorry”. I was crushed.
I always felt
that we looked good together. We had this chemistry. We laughed at the silliest
of things. We even chatted until early morning during our rest days. She was the
first person I was really comfortable talking to. In fact, the day before I got
promoted, we spent a good amount of hours planning what to discuss during the
job interview. She was also the first one I texted when I found out that I got
the position.
That night, I
decided to move on. Staying friends with her was difficult for me. I just
sucked at accepting defeat. Nothing against her but I was not that good back
then at handling rejection. I had no reason to continue pursuing someone who
only saw me as a friend. It was also the mature thing to do.
Or so I
thought.
It started
with a poem. And then another one. And then another one. Until one day I
realized that I have sent her a poem every single day for the past month. There
was no particular theme. All of them had a different concept. But all of them
were for her. From cooking to music to constellations, I was so inspired by what happened that my
friends were also impressed by the things that I wrote. I didn’t move on after
all. Rather, I unconsciously tried another route to her heart.
And it
worked.
I marked my
calendar: February 16. UP Fair 2008.
A date at her
Alma Mater.
Thank you,
Angus MacGyver.
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