There are a few things in this world that I would consider to be contemporary masterpieces. First, there is Stephanie Meyer’s wonderfully written Vampire romance novel, Twilight. Another is the 1997 Batman & Robin film starring George Clooney, Chris O’Donnell and their bat nipples – the best Batman film to date. Finally, we have Got to Believe, ABS-CBN’s teleserye following the unique story of how a wealthy boy falls in love with a simple girl.
Got to Believe is truly one of the most brilliant plots ever written in the history of the universe; a story that we rarely see on Philippine television. Thousands of fans all over the world tuned in to watch the story unfold as Joaquin and Chichay charmed their way through their cheeky one-liners and innocent teenage romance.
Now that the show has ended, the hype that it once had has already gone down. People started to pick up the pieces of what was left of their lives before Got to Believe even aired. I took it upon myself to move on and never talk about that show again.
And I never did talk about it again – that is, until I got abducted by extraterrestrials.
It happened on a Thursday night and I had just come home from a tiring day of school. As I walked up to my room, I noticed an eerie chill in the wind mixed with the scent of dried out batteries. This wasn’t right, I thought. In the blink of an eye, a blinding ray of light cast down from the sky and my feet began to levitate from the ground. As I looked up to the ceiling, I could see a giant spaceship summoning my body like a famished predator. All these thoughts about aliens and whether or not I’d live to tell about it began rushing through my mind and within seconds, I was unconscious.
I woke up strapped to what seemed like a dentist’s chair. I looked around to survey my surroundings and noticed three glowing figures standing in front of me. The aliens looked like a cross between a horse and a crocodile with metal arms and were definitely ten times scarier than E.T. As I lay there in horror not knowing whether I’ll make it out alive, the aliens started chanting, “Gee-too-bee, Gee-too-bee…”
I tried to think of happy thoughts to calm myself down. I began to picture Chichay saying “Never say die” and it helped ease my fear. After chanting for what seemed like an eternity, the aliens demanded that I provide information about number sign G-2-B or face the wrath of their lethal acid breath.
I told the aliens about how Joaquin and Chichay’s love was challenged by the impact of the stray bullet lodged inside Joaquin’s skull. Not to mention, thoroughly explaining the complicated relationship of Betchay, Chito, Jaime and Juliana. My expert knowledge of the show appeased them and after hours of convincing that I was too precious to devour, they decided to let me go on one condition: that I become a regular source of information on Philippine television.
Back to earth
I was transported back to my bedroom and I watched the spaceship disappear into the moonlit sky. I began pinching myself to check if it was all just a dream but alas, the pain was vivid proof that I survived an alien abduction. While this may not be the last time I will ever see them again, all I can say is, without Got to Believe, I probably wouldn’t live to share my experience. To all those people who think watching teleseryes is a waste of time, think again. You never know when it might just save your life.