Looking at the opposite side of the mirror

Like everyone else, I rooted myself to the tube today waiting for "The Fight".

I suffered the scared and irritating efforts of the Hawaiian Punch while waiting for the BIG FIGHT. Hawaiian Punch? Hah! Why was he even there when all he did was wait for the punches to come! It was really, really painful to watch him and extremely irritating. It was boring which made the hype and anticipation for the Pacquiao-Morales fight more real as I knew that would be far from being boring.

I was right.

It was one great fight and I was screaming, jumping on the bed, with heart pounding the first minutes.

Pacman knocked out Morales the first time.. Aagh! There! I screamed with sheer satisfaction.

Pacman knocked him out the second time. Suddenly, it wasn't as fun anymore as Morales suddenly became nakakaawa.

But since he got up and started aiming for Pacman's face, I was back in the game.

And then Pacman knocked him down the third time...

You could see his face. Beaten. Shaking his head. Refusing to get up.

And although I rejoiced for Pacman's victory...for my country's victory... I just can't help what was passing through Morales' thoughts at that exact moment. As if his whole glorious career cumulates to that exact moment -- him sitting, beaten and tired, refusing to fight, stunned, shaking his head.

I couldn't believe it ended in just three rounds. As if there was no fight left in Morales. Was it because he lost so much weight? Did he lack the stamina? Is it because he has grown old?

Yes, we are all rejoicing but I couldn't help feeling sorry for Morales and his family, but especially the man who was once a legend.

Reduced to what he was --- once again beaten by a knockout.

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the faces of ikay

and she grows...









and she makes us proud...

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Rye! Just giving you the UPDATE

I discovered something about me.
Contrary to Tinay's feelings.
I discover I love teaching.
It's actually pretty fun.

Ikay is growing up pretty fast now. She's going four months old now and she is Mama's "mutya". She's looking more and more like me, only prettier. She looks nothing like her papa, which is fine with Erbe. Because he loves her to the point of I think he is going to spoil her. He can't bear to hear her cry or even whimper!!! But nobody can beat mama... The other day, Mama came home, pretty excited that she was able to get the 6-hectare piece of land in Cabusao and she was telling my daughter, "nene, may papamana na naman ako saimo!"

My mama thinks that Kris is getting a little bit jealous of the attention Mommy pays on Paige.

Kris actually thinks that Mama loves Ikay more than her...

I was joking to Hazel that Mama should ask Kris whom she loves more, "Brendan or her". I mean, she's deadset on marrying Brendan by next year while Mama is absolutely against any thought of Kris marrying. I understand my sister but I think she's a little bit young to get married. She hasn't even experienced being on her own and being independent. I told her that marriage absolutely changes everything. I guess she has to find out on her own, huh?

Anyways, I was talking about Ikay, right? Running thoughts again...

I am still working in RC, but I am actually confused as to what is my position is -- I thought it was clearly defined. But apparently not. Oh well...

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She's the Bomb!

I watched Oprah on Studio 23 the other night. The topic was about sexual predators.

And oprah was giving out $100,000 reward money to anyone who could point out these monsters to the FBI.

It was rewarding watching these predators being captured.

I couldn't imagine how I'd feel if any of those twisted predators come in contact with my daughter.

Probably commit bloody murder.

I wonder how much Oprah would give for my capture?
Nah...I'd bet she'd reward me instead.
just silly thoughts...

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For people who shares my husband's illness...

It never fails to break my heart whenever I see my husband suffering from his illness.

It never fails to break my heart to know that there will always be people who would not understand and whose little minds make this illness something so difficult for my husband to reconcile with.

It never fails to break my heart to know that at the end of the day, it will be me and ONLY me to whom my husband could go to for comfort and for consolation.

It never fails to break my heart to know that my little girl will grow up and will have her heart broken to witness what I am witnessing now -- her father's pain.

My heart will continue to break over and over again because I deeply love my husband who suffers what all of you suffer.

And knowing that my heart also breaks for all your love ones whose heart breaks when they see you in pain.

It is truly difficult. sometimes i wish i could take even half of what my husband go through, but most of all i wish people could understand because in all this -- that is the most difficult thing to deal with, the stigma. I applaud the courage that my husband possesses and all of you possess.

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