The new face of Pac-Man
I got the shock of my life earlier today when I searched for Pac-Man on the Internet. The top three results were okay: All about the video game Pac-Man—past, present and future. The succeeding results, however, were, as I said, a shock.
How true is it that our video game hero is slowly being wiped out of existence by a new hero in the guise of Filipino boxer Manny Pacquiao?
I am a Filipino and I know I should be proud that a hometown hero has entered the world spotlight. But my video gamer persona—the one who played the game thousands of times on a table-type arcade machine in his grandmother’s basement—is crying foul over the sudden shift of the name Pac-Man to mean anything but a ghost-chomping yellow dot.















Can’t say I’m proud of our local Pac-Man. He’s a wannabe singer, politician, and likes to fool around with women.
Sure, he’s fun to watch and all, but how does his beating up other people in a ring bring honor to our country?
I like the real Pac-Man not only by default (being the overall nicer guy), but also because of what he means to our childhood memories.