Thank you TFC!

Hindi ko binalak na mag subscribe sa pay-per-view ng TFC sa laban ni Magarito-Pacquiao. Dahil pang gatas at pang diaper na ng mga anak ko yon hehehe... Kaya kahit medyo delay na kunti balak ko na lang sana na makuntento sa blow blow running account ng http://www.inquirer.net/. At isa pa aabangan ko na lang sana sa facebook ang magwawagi sa laban.

Pero may tumawag na nagmalasakit na kaibigan. Mayron daw syang napapanood na laban sa pay-per-view channel. Kaya hindi naman ako nag aksaya ng mili-seconds! Dali dali kong nilipat at ayon nga ang lufeeeeet!!!

Nasa round 2 na ang bakbakan. Hindi ko na inusisa kung bat may lumabas sa pay-per-view o kung may balak ba akong singilin ng TFC pagkatapos kung manood.

Medyo kinabahan ako ng makita ko sa ring ang laki ni Margarito. Para ngang laban ni David at Goliath. Sigurado mas masakit ang paisa-isang suntok ni Margarito dahil sa laki nito. Ikaw ba naman ay tamaan ng sangkatutak na suntok na kahit hindi masakit, san pa at mamamaga rin ang mukha mo. Pero nanaig pa rin ang bilis ni Pacquiao laban sa mas malakas pero mabagal na si Margarito.

Mas gusto ko sanang manalo si Pacquiao via technical knock out. Para mas dramatic ang ending! Pero kuntento na rin ako dahil para na ring knockout ang nangyari dahil nagmatigas referee na ituloy ang laban kahit "butcha" na si Margarito 10 rounds pa lang.

Ilan din sa mga kabayan na OFW dito sa UAE ang nag half-day o nag pa late sa trabaho dahil sa laban ni Pacquiao. Kahit nga ang ibang lahi napabilib rin kay Pacquiao.

Pero ang nakakatuwa sa lahat ang aksyon na ito ay napanood ko na libre. Palagay ko technical error lang. Wag lang magkakamaling maningil ang TFC dahil innocent naman ako sa pangyayaring ito. If they try bibigyan ko sila ng super-whopping upper cut! 

Food for Thought

Be inspired by reading this beautiful tale from Bo Sanchez:

 One day, a mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package. “What food might this contain?” The mouse wondered. He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.


Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed this warning: “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”


The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, “Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it.”


The mouse turned to the pig and told him, “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”


The pig sympathized, but said, “I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it


but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers.”


The mouse turned to the cow and said, “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”


The cow said, “Wow, Mr. Mouse. I’m sorry for you, but it’s no skin off my nose.”


So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer’s mousetrap. Alone. . .


That very night a sound was heard throughout the house – the sound Of a mousetrap catching its prey.


The farmer’s wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it. It was a venomous snake whose tail was caught in the trap. The snake bit the farmer’s wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital. When she returned home she still had a fever. Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup. So the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup’s main ingredient: Chicken!


But his wife’s sickness continued. Friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered (who else?) the pig.


But, alas, the farmer’s wife did not get well… She died.


So many people came for her funeral that the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them for the funeral luncheon.


And the mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness.


So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and you think it doesn’t concern you, remember–When one of us is threatened, we are all at risk. We are all involved in this journey called life. We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another.


Each of us is a vital thread in another person’s tapestry. Our lives are woven together for a reason.