We fancied going to Greenhills just the other day so that my brother can realease some of the tension that's been building up in him for the past few weeks brought about by the volume of calls that he's been getting and not to mention, the irritation attached with each and every call he's had. So in all good intention, on a sunny day, we marched our way towards the road, and landed right where we planned to go--Greenhills.
I haven't been to Greenhills since it was last renovated. There's still the usual "tiangge" that occupied the first area of Virramall bustling with people. I remember the time when it was just a wide, spacious lobby that welcomed and wishing a fare-thee well to comers and goers, housing only that ever famous band of blind men. But now, instead of taking you only a minute to cross that lobby (or less if your walking is too fast), multiply that ten folds and you'd barely reach three quarters of it. Well, can't blame the capitalist mind.
Passing that area, we came by the usual pond there and the chapel and beyond that was the new Greenhills that I never imagined it to be. A few years back it was smelly and the floor was sticky due to various who-knows-what substances that found their way out of their container, either by their own accord or by the unintenional accord (bluntly: utter stupidity) of their holders, only to be stepped on by somebody who'd rake the floor with it bringing more filth than ever on the once prestigious floor. Now, the floor was white and shining; the walls were illuminating and enjoyable to the eyes; that sick odor from before was also gone (seeing that there were limited food stalls there). It was really a brand new Greenhills--far from how I recognize it.
Going back a few days in time, we chanced upon You Tube that Tagalog opening of Mask Man. If you can't remember that, allow me to jog your memory a little (for those born in 1988 and later, don't bother jogging. Even if your mind jogged like Forrest Gump for a whole year, I believe you'll never recall the following clip.)
Regardless if that made you remember or not, I'm still going to continue writing this entry.
So, a few days back we saw this clip and reminisced a lot of our childhood days. Then we started looking for Bioman, Shaider, Mask Rider Black and Machine Man (I've regrettably have to include Machine Man on the list since at the time that it was on the mainstream, I had an automated inkling to sentai programs such as these) on You Tube and we were not dissappointed. So much was our nostalgia of the youthful years, we even downloaded MP3's of these openings (and endings). And now we're nostalgic to a fault that I believe our love for the past, manisfesting today is eating the brains out of our neighbor through the constant bombardment of these songs played on a subwoofered computer speaker at full volume against a non-sound proofed wall that divides the two houses. Of course, listening to it at full volume isn't only caused by the sudden attack of the 80's baby syndrome. Some of the songs that we downloaded, especially, MaskMan and Bioman, were appreciated because of the music itself.
Listening to these songs brought another idea--to watch the episodes that weren't aired on TV back then. We all know that IBC 13 had a running joke to air the series then repeat it right from the start right when only a few more episodes were to go before the ending. So, in the all powerful You Tube, we began to search, but much to our disappointment, episodes of these series were scarce. Some only have endings while others may have a few but are cut short probably to shorten the upload time. In our dismay, my brother, in a spur of the moment, remembered there was a shop in Greenhills that sells these kind of series and he remembered particularly Mask Man.
That's how we got there in Greenhills that day. Aside from the strolling in our agenda, we were also to look for that shop and see what's in store in that...err...store.
We took the new detour towards Shopsville and landed there after being lost more than thrice. Shopsville didn't look that much different from what it used to be but a few renovations had me and my brother at a lost for a while. Turning a couple of lefts and some rights down some passages, we ended up on a staircase that my brother considered as his landmark towards that store who'll grant us a piece of our childhood back. We climbed it, went straight and voila! There it was! We saw a collection of various Sentai series, most of which were, Kamen Rider series. Inside we saw three men watching a Sentai program on DVD. I believe there was the owner of the store, a regular customer (regular since he was quite familiar with the owner) and his friend who can't read Chinese (as claimed by his friend). Looking at their physique and face, I'd say they're pretty much older than me (much, much older). So we stepped inside and looked around to see what was available. I must admit, I was quite surprised that the owner didn't ask me what I needed. Heck he didn't even bother to look at me when we came in. What a business man...Oh I see! They're so absorbed in that Sentai shit they don't care if they sell something or not. That's what I thought back then. Seeing that no one's willing to entertain us and also feeling a bit of shame in myself for seeing over enthusiastic, rider-kick-shouting adults, we left the store. After an hour or so, we found ourselves home playing the same music over and over.
It's all normal to feel nostalgic of your youth. Heck everybody does that! But I'm not about to act like a child just because I feel like a child again through watching men and women in colored suits knocking down mecha-clones and gigantic monsters. At the very least I can keep it to myself.
Now this just came in my cellular phone:
No matter how serious your life gets
No matter how much problems you face
There will always be people who you can be stupid with
Okay! This isn't the exact message. I deleted it as soon as I read it but all the more important is, it's quite the same (the message at least).
This message, after deleting it, made me realize why those older men acted in such a way. It made me think of how I act towards my friends, how I act towards acquaintances, how I act towards complete strangers. I understand them, but I can still feel the shame. *brrr*
So, in which situation would I be acting stupidly, stupidly enough for them to see me and laugh at me because we all know that we're there to laugh at each other's silliness?
I know I'll be able to do this with the same stupid people. Utter stupidity? Childlike retard? Nah!
Just for fun.
I haven't been to Greenhills since it was last renovated. There's still the usual "tiangge" that occupied the first area of Virramall bustling with people. I remember the time when it was just a wide, spacious lobby that welcomed and wishing a fare-thee well to comers and goers, housing only that ever famous band of blind men. But now, instead of taking you only a minute to cross that lobby (or less if your walking is too fast), multiply that ten folds and you'd barely reach three quarters of it. Well, can't blame the capitalist mind.
Passing that area, we came by the usual pond there and the chapel and beyond that was the new Greenhills that I never imagined it to be. A few years back it was smelly and the floor was sticky due to various who-knows-what substances that found their way out of their container, either by their own accord or by the unintenional accord (bluntly: utter stupidity) of their holders, only to be stepped on by somebody who'd rake the floor with it bringing more filth than ever on the once prestigious floor. Now, the floor was white and shining; the walls were illuminating and enjoyable to the eyes; that sick odor from before was also gone (seeing that there were limited food stalls there). It was really a brand new Greenhills--far from how I recognize it.
Going back a few days in time, we chanced upon You Tube that Tagalog opening of Mask Man. If you can't remember that, allow me to jog your memory a little (for those born in 1988 and later, don't bother jogging. Even if your mind jogged like Forrest Gump for a whole year, I believe you'll never recall the following clip.)
Regardless if that made you remember or not, I'm still going to continue writing this entry.
So, a few days back we saw this clip and reminisced a lot of our childhood days. Then we started looking for Bioman, Shaider, Mask Rider Black and Machine Man (I've regrettably have to include Machine Man on the list since at the time that it was on the mainstream, I had an automated inkling to sentai programs such as these) on You Tube and we were not dissappointed. So much was our nostalgia of the youthful years, we even downloaded MP3's of these openings (and endings). And now we're nostalgic to a fault that I believe our love for the past, manisfesting today is eating the brains out of our neighbor through the constant bombardment of these songs played on a subwoofered computer speaker at full volume against a non-sound proofed wall that divides the two houses. Of course, listening to it at full volume isn't only caused by the sudden attack of the 80's baby syndrome. Some of the songs that we downloaded, especially, MaskMan and Bioman, were appreciated because of the music itself.
Listening to these songs brought another idea--to watch the episodes that weren't aired on TV back then. We all know that IBC 13 had a running joke to air the series then repeat it right from the start right when only a few more episodes were to go before the ending. So, in the all powerful You Tube, we began to search, but much to our disappointment, episodes of these series were scarce. Some only have endings while others may have a few but are cut short probably to shorten the upload time. In our dismay, my brother, in a spur of the moment, remembered there was a shop in Greenhills that sells these kind of series and he remembered particularly Mask Man.
That's how we got there in Greenhills that day. Aside from the strolling in our agenda, we were also to look for that shop and see what's in store in that...err...store.
We took the new detour towards Shopsville and landed there after being lost more than thrice. Shopsville didn't look that much different from what it used to be but a few renovations had me and my brother at a lost for a while. Turning a couple of lefts and some rights down some passages, we ended up on a staircase that my brother considered as his landmark towards that store who'll grant us a piece of our childhood back. We climbed it, went straight and voila! There it was! We saw a collection of various Sentai series, most of which were, Kamen Rider series. Inside we saw three men watching a Sentai program on DVD. I believe there was the owner of the store, a regular customer (regular since he was quite familiar with the owner) and his friend who can't read Chinese (as claimed by his friend). Looking at their physique and face, I'd say they're pretty much older than me (much, much older). So we stepped inside and looked around to see what was available. I must admit, I was quite surprised that the owner didn't ask me what I needed. Heck he didn't even bother to look at me when we came in. What a business man...Oh I see! They're so absorbed in that Sentai shit they don't care if they sell something or not. That's what I thought back then. Seeing that no one's willing to entertain us and also feeling a bit of shame in myself for seeing over enthusiastic, rider-kick-shouting adults, we left the store. After an hour or so, we found ourselves home playing the same music over and over.
It's all normal to feel nostalgic of your youth. Heck everybody does that! But I'm not about to act like a child just because I feel like a child again through watching men and women in colored suits knocking down mecha-clones and gigantic monsters. At the very least I can keep it to myself.
Now this just came in my cellular phone:
No matter how serious your life gets
No matter how much problems you face
There will always be people who you can be stupid with
Okay! This isn't the exact message. I deleted it as soon as I read it but all the more important is, it's quite the same (the message at least).
This message, after deleting it, made me realize why those older men acted in such a way. It made me think of how I act towards my friends, how I act towards acquaintances, how I act towards complete strangers. I understand them, but I can still feel the shame. *brrr*
So, in which situation would I be acting stupidly, stupidly enough for them to see me and laugh at me because we all know that we're there to laugh at each other's silliness?
I know I'll be able to do this with the same stupid people. Utter stupidity? Childlike retard? Nah!
Just for fun.
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