A nice change

7:30 am, I awoke with a start, as my husband shook the bed fiercely literally forcing me out of bed. He was again the 8-year old child I so often witness, whenever he becomes so excited about something. Yesterday was Pacquiao's final match with Morales, and we were suppose to watch it together with friends on pay per view. And so, though I slept at ungodly hour of 3am that evening, or should I say morning, I dragged my ass out of bed to reluctantly take my morning bath.

As I predicted, the game did not start for another 2 hours or so, so we ended up waiting, sitting in bed, all dressed up watching the attempt on President Reigan's life on Discovery channel. We didn't leave until a little past 9:30, arriving at Myke's friend's eatery just in time to watch Villoria's disappointing match end to a draw. Waiting was such a pain in the ass, as we sat watching. . . hoping the next two matches end early via TKO.

When Manny's turn came, I was just amazed to see. The small eatery was filled to the brim. Everybody at the edge of their seats, a bottle of beer in one hand. Each swearing to kill the man who accidentally changes the channel or trips over the power. And so the game began, after more than 3 hours of waiting.

There's not much to tell about the match, except that it was awesome! Manny was in great shape, and Morales was so frail. If the match had gone on, Manny would have beaten Morales to a bloody pulp. Anyway, the game was as wonderful as I expected, but something else made it more enjoyable as it would have been if I'd have watched it on TV at home. To hear the woahs and shouts of joy, wails of nervousness and endless clapping from the strangers that surrounded me in the small cramped-up eatery, to see them jump for joy. . .or kick the TV in frustration. . . it gave me a sense of belonging. A feeling that I only feel when Ginebra wins! hehehehe. . . I felt proud not only of Manny, but of the Filipinos who united in support of one cause. . . hehehe, I know ang babaw coz it's just a boxing match. . . but how often do we see Filipinos act united about something? I'll take any chance I can get!

Anyway, so much for Pacman fever. . . Truth is the nice change happened today. I spent the whole day in training, taking advantage of 5-10 minute breaks to squeeze in some work. Training ended at a little over 5:30, almost 6 I guess, afterwhich I again returned working on my project. At 7:30, Myke called me saying that he's downstairs waiting to pick me up. Hmmm, the first time in a long time did I hesitate to leave the office. I actually thought about it - if I should continue working or go down and go home. My God! I may finally be enjoying what I do, could I?

I'll keep my fingers crossed. Wish ko lang!