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Today I thought I'd do something different from the usual. In most of my entries, I go in great detail when talking about whatever subjects come to mind. Be it something I remember fondly from my childhood or just random old memories that get locked up inside my head until I put them down on paper or in a word document. But while I still do cherish my past to a degree, recreational stuff and stuff relating to pop-culture is not the only thing that's on my mind. Truth be told, part of my psyche is shaped by things that have happened in the world around us. Be it the Persian Gulf War, September 11th, or even the recent nuclear disaster that happened in Fukushima, Japan in 2011. Well anyway, there are vague memories I have which only I seem to remember, which most people around me have forgotten about. And for this entry, I'm going to go over things I remember about 1994.
1993 was officially the last year I lived in Dhahran, Saudi Arabia. It had been a decade since I came into the world, and there were still so many things to explore and opportunities to grasp. But unfortunately, we had to move from Arabia to the United States because I did a poor job in school, and my parents were not too pleased with my poor grades and performance. Even the teachers were convinced that there was no hope for me. So instead of moving onto the next school that was recommended for me in Dhahran, I went to school here in the United States. And so by the summer 1994 (June to be exact), I came to the state of Texas. And I volunteered for several different schools around the state. But I was rejected from each of those schools for a variety of reasons. Mainly due to certain behavioral issues I had, and part of it was because some of the students treated me like garbage, or they got on my case about certain things that were none of their goddamn business. But I was in luck, as one day I was accepted into a campus known as Clifford School. And I did okay in this school at first. But things only got worse as time went on. And I'll go into that another time. Now, how I made it this far in life is nothing short of a miracle. Because I feel that if it wasn't for the grace of God or just dumb luck, I wouldn't have gotten this far otherwise. They say luck doesn't exists. But I say that's bullshit. Some people are lucky they can even graduate from school at all. While others are gifted geniuses who are destined for success. I however am the former. I was only lucky. But even luck can only take you so far in life.
Anyway, the house which we live in had just recently been constructed. And as such, it was ripe for our needs, and it had a fresh scent which I still remember quite well despite the length of time that has elapsed. But as the years drifted by, that scent had disappeared due to the house's advancing age. One of my most fond memories of 1994 when I first came here was watching movies with my mother at home. And back in those days we saw a variety of movies. Including Old Yeller, which as we all know was a touching story with a sad ending. And we even saw other movies like "Death Becomes Her" (released in 1992), "The Good Son" (released in 1993), and even old Disney classics like "Aladdin" (1992), "The Little Mermaid" (1989), and "The Brave Little Toaster" (1987). And there was also "Mrs. Doubtfire" (1993), and "Interview with the Vampire" (1994). Now, my mother was NEVER a fan of vampire movies or movies with intense violence and gore. And I respect her preferences. Believe me. Even as I was growing up I respected that she has completely different likes and dislikes from me. But that doesn't stop me and my mother from being good friends most of the times. And later in 1994, we saw "The Lion King" when it just came out in theaters, and I loved it. And believe me when I say that I REALLY DO miss the days when 2D animation was cherished and valued by the industry. But things changed when 1995 came along. That was the year when Toy Story hit theaters. It was a huge success and it changed theatrical animation forever. But some of my most cherished memories of that year was when I played and beat Megaman X, a game which I still have fond memories of, and still hold dear to my heart to this day. In the same year, the Megaman cartoon by Ruby Spears came out. And well, I've already went over that show. But I just thought I'd bring it up because well, despite that I have mixed feelings for the show, it was part of my childhood. So it deserves to be mentioned. In the same year, Gargoyles first aired. And it was a fantastic show. And not only that, but Sonic SatAM had ran its second and unfortunately its last season. For better or for worse however, it was continued by the Archie Comics series, which have now ended in recent years. But the comics had a good run. And that's saying a lot. And of course there was "Street Fighter II: The Animated Movie", although I didn't see that movie until two years later.
Anyway, there is one memory of 1994 which remained in the back of my head for MANY YEARS. One night, when I was watching TV with my mother, we were watching a VERY specific film. But I never caught the name of this movie. This was back when television was not as advanced as it is today with how we have special features like Comcast, Netflix, and stuff like that. Instead, we only had stuff like Pay-Per-View, and Cable TV. And we didn't have special programs that could identify what we were watching by giving us the title the year it came out. So anyway, back to the subject at hand. This movie that I saw with my mother is a VERY RARE film because it was made in Hong Kong I think. I don't know how old it is. But it was a martial arts movie of sorts. Because you know, Hong Kong is known worldwide for their kung-fu action movies. And there are many other celebrities besides Bruce Lee, Jackie Chan, and Jet Li, who are all well-known despite Bruce being 20 years dead by the 90s. But again, I never got the name of this movie. And I don't know who any of the actors are. But what I do remember is that it combined realistic martial arts with fantasy martial arts (akin to Street Fighter with how they use ki or chi to execute fantastic moves). And in one part of the film, the main hero's girlfriend is mortally wounded by the main villain, who strikes a pressure point on her with a powered up finger (and no, its nothing sexual or inappropriate, he just strikes her down by striking a certain vital point). This of course enrages the main hero, who seeks to avenge his lover by killing the main bad guy. The girl wasn't dead however, she was just badly injured and had to be cared for in the hospital. But as he goes on his quest for revenge, he gets into a few fights (as to be expected in Chinese kung-fu movies), and ends up taking a beating. And then he gets a taste of the main villain's deadly finger attack as well. While recovering from his injuries, the main hero mopes and sulks about it, saying "I'm a washed up samurai!", while his mentor reassures him and tries to get him out of his state of despair.
And now for the part of the film which I remember the most, when the main hero and the villain go face to face with each other out in the streets. And yes, they fight each other in the streets at night when apparently nobody is there to witness the fight. As you expect, they trade punches and kicks, do all sorts of acrobatic moves, and they end up beating each other senseless. But the good guy manages to gain the upperhand, and he overpowers the bad guy. After beating him senseless, the hero forces him into submission, and interrogates him. Just then, some random guy walks into the scene, turns his attention to the two men, and draws a knife. Although at first I thought it was a gun because well, he was at a distance and it was kind of hard to make out the details. But I could have sworn he drew out a gun from his jacket instead of a knife. Anyway, as the hero further interrogates the villain, the guy with the knife charges, shouting "HOOODAAAHHH!!!" But just before he could do anything, he was shot down by a police officer. Now, when I saw this scene, I cracked up laughing because it was so random and out of place, and the way he shouted "HODAH!!!" was just hilarious! But as I cracked up laughing, my mother easily got annoyed with me, saying "What's so funny?!" I answered while laughing hysterically "He said jodido!" But my mother was soon to correct me, saying "He didn't say jodido! He said Hoda!" I mean the two words sounded similar to me. And I was only 11 years old at the time. So of course I would have made that mistake.
Now, for those of you who don't know, "Jodido" (pronounced "Hoh-Dee-Doh") is a Spanish word. It doesn't have one exact meaning. But, depending on how its used, it can have a variety of profane meanings. In some cases, it can be used to mean exclamatory expressions like "Oh wow!", "Whoa!" or "Holy shit!" or something like that. But "Jodido" can also be used as a name calling. And as my cousins Elmer and Laura pointed out to me, "Jodido" can mean things like "asshole!" or "mother fucker!" So I guess I could say that if the guy had said that, he would have been using those two meanings. Now, the word "jodido" has always been one of my favorite sayings in Spanish because from a stand point, it sounds kind of funny. But of course you don't want to use that word among native Spanish speakers. The first time I heard the word spoken was in the previous year when my mother was doing laundry, and my brother got on her nerves. My mother got so annoyed that she exclaimed "JODIDO!" and walked away. But when she said that, I cracked up laughing because I thought it was funny. Well, that was my 10 year old self laughing. Nowadays I have a better understanding of how certain words in certain languages work. And while they may sound funny to me or to others, knowing how and when to use them in appropriate situations is crucial for anybody.
As for the film, I can't remember if I saw it all the way to the end or not. Its been so long ago now that my memory on it is kind of faint. I only saw the movie once on television, and I never saw it again. But it surprises me on how I still remember it to this day however faint my memories of it are. Again, I never caught the title of the film, and as far as I know, there's no information on it anywhere on the internet. And if there is, I wouldn't know anything about it due to its rarity and obscurity. All I have are just faint memories of that point in time. Memories that survived up to this day. And I thought I'd share it with my friends and watchers here.
Listening to: Just Believe by Yuki Kuroda