Speed and Size: The Yin and Yang of Boxing

It’s all in the news, Pacquiao won the Dream Match. Anyway, here are my post-bout thoughts.

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The Golden Boy and Pacman

  1. De La Hoya (DLH) had a two-faced flag. Together with him are the failed Mexican boxers. Apparently, the revenge was not successful.
  2. DLH looked like an old man with an obvious manifestation of arthritis. Look at those dreary, shaky legs especially during rounds 7 and 8.
  3. I am confident that all scorecards of the three judges from rounds 1 to 8are in favor of the Filipino boxer.
  4. DLH may have suffered malnourishment and dehydration just to qualify for the weight limit. Of course, I am exaggerating.
  5. The bout was all about speed. You can’t have speed and size at the same time or it is hard to have both.
  6. Tony Weeks, the referee of the fight, was really vigilant. He knows that he could stop the fight anytime.
  7. I believe that DLH really intended to raise the white flag or to surrender in-between rounds. He does not want the world to see him succumb to Pacquiao’s boxing arms while in an active fight. I believe that the fight would be more sensational if DLH was knocked-out during a round.
  8. The crowd, I believe, was dominated by DLH fans despite many Filipinos and Filipino-Americans in attendance. That didn’t make Pacquiao feel unsupported. The DLH fans can’t cheer anyway.
  9. DLH had a “token resistance”. He seemed to lack both offense and defense in each and every round. There was a little defense but it’s for the sake of defending himself and not to make it as a premise for offense. Of course, to establish offense, you have to defend yourself first or you need to establish them simultaneously. But DLH was contended with a patethic defense.
  10. DLH can enter showbusiness. He is damn too handsome to be a boxer. Hollywood or Mexico’s own version of Hollywood could be his new boxing ring.

Triumvirate #8: Cubes, Bitches & Options

Each episode of The Triumvirate Series is a crystallization of how my day went in three themes. This is my own, novel way of writing a daily journal. Read the rationale here.

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Rubik's Cubes at the OrComSoc Booth

  1. Cubes. Our undergraduate course’s official organization put up a perya-like booth a while ago. A nice prize (a limited edition journal) is up for grabs. If you can make a certain color-combination by throwing 5 Rubik’s cubes out of whim, the prize is yours. I was doing some complex mathematical computations in my head to determine one’s chance of winning the prize. Apparently, it’s just a freaking 2%! I said to them (the booth people) that the challenge is so hard that good luck should be your girlfriend if not your fiancĂ©. At the end of the day, the people in the booth told me that 3 people already got a prize. Something may be highly improbable to happen, but it is, still, possible.
  2. Bitches. Our Speech Communication 183 (Audio-visual communication) professor told us that there are many bitches out there in the corporate world. You would usually see them drinking Starbucks coffee and posing with their Fendi bags while they listen to your pitch. They could be stoic, hard-faced, indifferent, unemotional, mean, apathetic, inert and *insert another word with similar connotation here*. The only mineral that could scratch a diamond is another diamond; the only person who can bitch a bitch is another bitch.
  3. Options. I had my usual Thursday-debate training. Kuya Yves (one of our seniors, and one of our mentors) said that when you agree to some extent, you also disagree to some extent and it is also true the other way around. I don’t know the reason behind the equivocalness of life’s many concepts. When we choose an option, we unconsciously choose another different option; a single choice has its hidden twin.

Triumvirate #7: Sleep, Hunger & Attraction

Each episode of The Triumvirate Series is a crystallization of how my day went in three themes. This is my own, novel way of writing a daily journal. Read the rationale here.
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Nikki's Scribbles

  1. Sleep. My body-clock is defective. Or shall I say, my body has no clock. I don’t have a definite schedule of sleeping. Or shall I say, I don’t sleep at all. I just want to sleep. Or shall I say, I just want to learn how to sleep. I want to sleep and dream about you. Or shall I say, I just want to dream about you, even I’m awake. We say things, we take it back and we say them again–in a different track.
  2. Hunger. I ate a lot at Karate Kid a while ago. Kanin all you can (Unlimited rice) and Bottomless Red Tea are just too good to be true. I haven’t eaten anything for dinner except some leaves with honey-mustard dressing (It’s the folks’ thing, I just joined them). Everything starts with hunger, and everything just follows. I just love to be hungry.
  3. Attraction. Are there laws for attraction? If there are, I’m almost ready to break them. Please. stop. me. from. falling.

The Game I Don’t Play

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YMCA Lakan 2005, and, ack, Best in Talent

In a few weeks, I will be playing a game I usually really don’t play–a pageant. We just had our pictorial a few days ago and it’s one of the things that should make me believe that I am, indeed, joining a pageant (I am still believing that I am not joining one). Well, actually, I joined a similar one (which is, btw, a national competition, LOL) back in 2005. Take this, I won. And take this more, I won the Best in Talent award. I really believe that I am a talentless person but I don’t freakin’ know why I won that.

I still don’t know why humans play and watch such games.

If it’s a game of beauty, why do we forward the notion of subjectivity of such concept?

If it’s a game of intellect, why do we forward the notion of multiple intelligence?

If it’s a game of talent, why should they compete with each other if they have different realm of abilities?

I’m still looking for a talent that needs to show-up on December 11. :|