Is there no one else?

And Manny Pacquiao became the WBC lightweight champion after flooring David Diaz in the ninth round. By this time many articles are written and posted about the fight so I don't have to add some more insights; besides, I'm not a boxing analyst myself. So let me just point out some peculiar things I've noticed off the ring.
----------------
In-box - If you watch Eat Bulaga at the Kapuso Network, all streamers and placards are called collectively as the in-box. During the fight there were so many, and here's some that I saw:
1. MEXECUTIONER
2. Names of Morales, Barreira, Marquez, and Diaz crossed-out and a kicker that says: Is there no one else?
3. #1 Lb 4 Lb Fighter
4. (the most curious of all) Manny Pacquiao, Will you marry me? (held by a guy)
---------------
Champ with the Champs - The Boston Celtics squad came to have their picture taken with the WBC Champ. Sam Casell and Kevin Garnet made their faces prominent with Pacquiao.
--------------
David Diaz - After being helped up, Diaz was asked what was in Pacquiao's arsenal that did him, he gave this answer: He was fuckin' fast.
-------------
Where to next? the 140 junior welterweight division
-------------
visit wikipedia and see that they've already included the Pacman in their list of boxing quadruple champions

an ostrich egg named lulu

A few weeks ago I brought home an ostrich egg. I was so excited myself since it would be he first time the kids will see a humongous hermitically sealed yolk. It was a Saturday and only about 6:00 am when I arrived. The kids were still asleep.

I first went to see Kuya and Butchoy. Kuya was already struggling to wake up when I brought in the heavy egg. He blurted out in amazement and immediately woke up Butchoy who almost jumped out of bed.

In the other house, Ate was also asleep. But when she saw the egg her eyes opened a bit bigger than before. Every body crowded around. Each one trying to get a feel of the shell as each one tries to box each other’s hand out. I told them that each of them should take turns in warming the egg if they want an ostrich for a pet.

It was a joke of course. I hated the last ostrich I saw. My intention for the egg was to make leche flan out of it.

An hour later they were still crowding around the ratite egg. By this time they were already calling it Lulu. Lulu? It was on a makeshift nest of old towels. They said they were now ready to take turns sitting on the egg. I asked why they have to wrap it up. They said it’s like the balut. I almost fell where I was standing.

Then the fateful time came. I readied the llaneras with sugar caramel, prepared two cans of condensed milk and the steamer. All I need to do is to make a hole on the shell and let all the content out. I set the egg on a small bowl for it to stand steadily on one tip. I poked the egg using a knife and in a twisting motion I succeeded in making a small hole. With a clean barbecue stick I tried to beat the egg while still in the shell. When I thought that the egg was beaten enough, I shook the egg letting its contents splatter on a kawali.

Mixed the egg with condensed milk. It was very difficult to beat thoroughly; I had to do it carefully or the egg will spill out of the kawali. I gave up on producing a uniformly textured mix. I went on portioning the mixture into the llaneras, loosely covering them with foil and unto the steamer. While doing this, Kuya was already in tears and accusing me of killing Lulu.

They all promised not to eat Lulu. But in the evening, when the leche flan that was once an ostrich egg named Lulu was already chilled, they couldn’t help tasting, and then enjoying a llanera each, of what was once a pet candidate.

a dad's log

I've been thinking why I need another blog. The first blog is about our high-school class (batch86.blogspot.com) wherein I don't contribute much often. The second is about my passion in the country's dairy industry(udder-wise). So a third would be something special.

Many blogs are often written by people who simply love to write and allow themselves to be exposed. Dangerous and fun at the same time. Some have the same topics and perspectives. Maybe this one will not be different.

In our inextinguishable desire to be apart from the rest, we consider looking for means to have a different view of the world, using different lenses as Seth Godin puts it. And what better view for me than what I really am, a father who brings kids to school.

Of course it indicates that I don't have a car (lucky for me?). Allow me to tell you where i'd get my inspiration. For those who have already experienced the agony and anguish of commuting to and from work, there are a lot of interesting things you can pick up on the way. Be it the bold lettered headline from the newspaper read by somebody seated accross you in a jeepney, or the loud mouth who seem not to mind other people hearing their intimate (often comical) secrets.

And of course there's always the joys of being a father.

Hope you'll get to read my posts and do visit me often.