I’m not really surprised that Paquiao lost to Marquez in their 4th bout, I guess it’s inevitable. I think what’s surprising for me is the fact that Manny got knocked out as early as the 3rd round and finally KO’d in the 6th. So what went wrong?
Well, I’m not a boxing analyst so I really don’t know what happened or how to assess the situation. I’m sure a lot of people are already talking about this matter on Twitter, sharing their opinions about the fight on their own blogs and expressing their own thoughts on Facebook. Whether it’s sadness or disappointment I’m sure every Filipino from all walks of life all over the world are still proud of him, still proud for being Filipinos, still proud of the fact that he put our country’s name on the map.
Manny, after all, is one of the best there is in his sport. Yes, I’m sad and maybe a little disappointed but I’m not going to deny myself when I said that I didn’t see this one coming. He should’ve retired a few years ago whilst he was on top but I guess people around him felt the need to convince him to prove himself again and again which is really unnecessary. He is Manny Pacquiao, he doesn’t need to prove anything to anyone anymore after everything he’d been through.
Maybe after this he can finally decide on his own on what his next step is and I hope his decision is to stop boxing and start focusing on other things.
1. He ran for office and holds a government post. Maybe it’s time for him to focus all his energies in helping his constituents in Saranggani. He is a public servant after all and he should start serving the public the best way he could.
2. He can start a small training camp for aspiring boxers and start investing in their future. There are so many young Filipino boxers aspiring to achieve the same feat as Manny’s and it’s for him to decide what type of legacy he wants to leave to the world and be remembered for. All his titles will soon be forgotten, a new boxer will be able to surpass his achievements and a new name will be put on the record books but wouldn’t it be nice if the names of these boxers come from his training camp? Someone who will continue his legacy and say that it was Manny who inspired them, helped them, and even trained them to be the best in the world.
He is an inspiration to so many Filipinos. He has become a poster boy for our country and now that he’s past his prime, he can use his influence to help the youth love the sport he invested so much of his life in.
3. Start a foundation or charity for those Filipino boxers that were long forgotten. I’m sure boxing can take a toll in one’s body and setting up a foundation to help those who are in need is one of the best ways to give back.
4. His family is growing and if he wants to grow old with his wife, Jinkee, their beautifucl children he’ll stop now before anything else happen. No matter how healthy Manny looks, we never know what the long-term effects are for one’s body in boxing. A much needed rest will help him recuperate and hopefully allow himself to just relax and start spending more time his family.
I’m a big fan and I’m just concern for your health and your future so I hope you know what’s best for you and your family. I know you’ll make the right decision.
Anyway, win or lose I’m still proud of you Mr. Manny “Pacman” Pacquiao. You make me proud to be a Filipino.
Thank you for the inspiration.
I’ll turn 24 in a few months and I’m still in the same position I was a year ago. Nothing has changed and none of my plans came to fruition. Honestly, I’m not even sure what those plans were in the first place because I forgot all about them already. I keep fucking myself over and over again and I don’t know why.
I thought 2012 was my year. I left my old job in January to pursue my dreams only to end up in another job very similar to my old one. I don’t know what happened along the way or what forced me to suddenly give up on everything and settle for what I have now. Yes, I have a fat paycheck that allows me to buy whatever I need and go wherever I want but even money can’t make me happy. Something’s missing in my life and I can’t seem to figure out what that is.
Maybe the answer is simple. Could it be that I finally came to the realization that I’m never really good enough to do what I wanted or maybe I just lacked the motivation and determination to pursue my dreams? Either way, it’s not too late… I’m still only 23 and I have a few more years to think and decide what I really want to do with my life.
But every time an opportunity arises I start doubting myself. Part of me says I can do it but the other part says I’m not good enough. I try at least but just when I’m about to get hold of it I let go.
I lost the same confidence I had when I was still college. I was ruthless then when it comes to getting what I wanted, now I just settle for what’s right in front of me because of these doubts that keep filling my head.
I’m holding myself back from doing what I want. I guess I’m the only person I should blame why I’m still here, in the same position I was a year ago.
I wanted to find myself. I’ve been meaning to for a long time now. I believe that when you finally figure out on your own who you really are inside then it would be easier for you to know what you want to do with your life. But as easy as it may sound, finding yourself is the most difficult thing a person could ever dare to do.
I want to go somewhere far, away from the city and the life I’m used to. I want to be on my own for a little while. To disappear from the world and discover new things, meet new people and experience everything life has to offer. I want to live life as another human being and know what it’s like to be in their shoes. I need a new perspective in life.
2013 is just a few days away (that is if the world doesn’t end on the 21st) and I’m not sure what my plans are next year. For now, I’ll just keep on doing what I do and hope that things work out, whatever it is.
My friends don’t understand, I guess they’ll never do but my love for 1D is like a blossoming relationship between two characters from an adult fiction novel living in opposite worlds… well, aren’t all they? Don’t worry, there are no cold-blooded vampires in this story (which may or may not disappoint many of you) or hot headed werewolves for that matter. I’m sure thousands of prepubescent girls and boys, 20-something virgins, closeted gay men and bored housewives have written fan fiction novels that turned Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Harry Styles, and Louis Tomlinson into vampires but my story is different… well, not really. Same difference I guess.
Like every young adult fiction novel, my story begins with a typical introduction…
Here I am, the ordinary human being from a small town located in the middle of nowhere. Where everybody knows everybody and everybody’s secrets is for everybody to know.
I’m living with my mom, her new husband and hot but evil twin stepbrothers who, by the way, make my life miserable. It was lust at first sight I guess because they married a month later. I can’t blame him, my mom’s a MILF.
Anyway, like some of my favorite characters I also write. [Veronica Sawyer, Heathers (1988), Sarah Jessica Parker, Sex and The City, (1998-2004) Jenna Hamilton, Awkward (2011-present), Dr. John Watson (2010-present) etc etc].
I have a blog that no one knows about because yes, even in the World Wide Web I’m still anonymous. Not that it matters of course because I actually prefer it that way. In my blog I can share my feelings, my oh so many feelings to the world without fear of becoming a meme when I say something wrong. I’ll die if I’m suddenly on 9GAG with my face and a quote beneath that says something really funny but also quite humiliating. I can express myself more freely because no one really knows who I am. You see, I have so many emotions I want to share… emotions that I feel (know) only a Twihard fan can relate to.
My audience is probably teens (in this case, closet gay teens who are afraid to come out yet because their afraid to be bullied so they just spend time watching gay porn in their bedroom jerking off or reading gay erotic fan fiction based on their favorite books – Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, Jacob and Edward, The guys from Hunger Games, even Frodo and Sam) or they could be bored gay men just killing time while waiting for a response from some headless shirtless guy they just messaged on Grindr.
Anyway, I’m trying to pull off a Stephenie Meyer here, minus the vampires and the werewolves… and everything else in that book actually or by a long shot I could be the next E.L. James I just need to add some rope, leather, and whips to the story which I may or may not do (you’ll have to read first).
And so here I am, on my bed writing a blog about my mundane life like every other 20-something from Thought Catalog… that is until something inexplicably happens that will change everything. Something will turn me and my life to the next biggest franchise in Hollywood (cross fingers haha).
Don’t worry, this is just a short story and not a trilogy. If this becomes a movie, it’ll be independently produced – no need to split it in two. I promise.
*This is my first attempt at writing a “fan fiction” (a meta “fan fiction I guess) so just bear with me.
I’m 23, practically a grown man already, even so I’m not afraid to say I’m a big One Direction fan. Well, I was never really into boybands before but 1D hit me like a big yellow school bus. So very… (if you know what I mean). I was never really a huge fan of the likes of Backstreet Boys, *Nsync, Westlife and the list goes on and on… even though I thoroughly enjoyed their music, I was never really invested in them. But there’s something about 1D that makes my heart beat faster and slower at the same time. I know, I know, I sound like a creep but it’s perfectly normal right? Right? They’re just a few years younger than me so they’re practically in my age group so what’s to be ashamed of if I openly admit I’m a One Directioner.