People are still talking about the #PacquiaoMayweather fight. Some can’t seem to move on because all the pre-fight hype didn’t live up to their expectations. I admit I’m one of those people, and I have a few things I want to get off my chest.
1. First, wanting something different from what I was expecting is normal. Just because I expected Floyd to win doesn’t mean I betrayed PacMan or my own people. I’ve read about (not watched) Floyd’s past bouts (from which I gathered he doesn’t play nice), and saw the tale of the tape. That’s why I posted online that I was nervous, and that we needed a miracle for Manny to win. I really, really *wanted* Manny to make Floyd bleed a little (for all the victims of domestic violence), and cheered when he drew first blood… and hoped for a knockout down to the last 10 seconds. But I didn’t expect Floyd to use his physical advantages to run & clinch his way till the end, nor did I expect that he had a lot on his side (Manny was also fighting against a referee who didn’t call out a lot of head-holding by Floyd, and judges who didn’t even care to label the score card Red and Blue corners properly). Floyd played so as not to lose, but Manny fought to win: so Manny gets an A+ for effort in my book. I happen to love underdogs, but I also know that life isn’t always ideal or fair, and we can’t always get what we want. Continue reading “Our Fascination with the Impossible Dream”→
So the senator thinks getting a mugshot is just like one of his photo-shoots. Stealing from the people he swore to serve, and still he smiles as if everything is okay. I am angered by the “special treatment” criminals with money get in jails that we pay for (thanks for the insightful post, Heckler). There should be a way for us, the People, to tell the government where we want our money to go: “Please do not use this tax that we paid, to feed criminals in jail for plunder and graft cases.” Napoles and her cohorts stole P10 Billion. That’s like P100 from every Filipino. There are many of us who earn only P100/day, and stealing that means these hardworking Filipinos and their families go hungry. Meantime, this Ramon (I cannot call him senator anymore, he has lost the title “Honorable Gentleman” already) and his cohorts enjoy three meals or more a day from the taxpayers’ pockets. How do they sleep at night?
The social networks are abuzz once more with news of this or that senator’s “performance” during the hearing on the Pork Barrel Scam earlier today. Pork barrel jokes are even trending on Twitter. Yes, the Senate hearings produced stuff that were comedy gold! I mean, it would really be funny—if not for the fact that through the scam, the culprits stole money from me, and you and every tax-paying Filipino. Money that could have been spent on infrastructure and many other nation-building projects.
Overheard while in the salon: “Ang ganda pa naman ng dalaga, kaso Buday.” Hmm. Naka-ngisi pa si Manang.
Would you call a person with a hole in the heart, “Butas”? Or someone with liver problems, “Senggo“? I hope not. But why, oh why, is it easy for many of us to call a person with a brain/mental illness or handicap, “Brenda“, “Budoy” or to quote Manang, “Buday“?
This afternoon, our neighbor Nonie Samonte gave us really sad news. Kuya Nonie is an unsung hero who ministers to street children and their families in Cubao, LONG before Efren Penaflorida got that Hero award from CNN. Anyway, last week one of Kuya Nonie’s “alaga” was admitted to the National Children’s Hospital because of a severe case of worms. They administered medicine to the baby and she got better, and was slated to check out yesterday. However, the baby’s family (who lived LITERALLY on 20th St., Cubao, had zero means to pay for the hospital bills) had to delay a little bit because they were being asked by the hospital to pay P15,000 pa before they could leave, or something like that. Doon pa lang naiyak na ako. But I broke down when I heard that late yesterday afternoon the baby experienced lockjaw then died. She was supposed to be okay… So what happened?!