Thoughts on the Pacquiao vs Mayweather Fight

After watching the Pacquiao vs Mayweather fight I couldn’t shake the feeling I would always remember their match as an important event in my personal history -even if it proved underwhelming.

It’s not just because I’m Filipino. I’ll admit that I initially started watching because for some reason it’s expected of us (Filipinos) to root for Pacquiao and hate on Mayweather. While I did root for Pacquiao, spending time hating doesn’t appeal to me -even if that person seems terrible. So when watching their match, I couldn’t see the rivalry between Money and Manny. Instead I saw two exceptional athletes, each of whom a genius in the art of fighting.

The Superfight by Richard Slone

The Superfight by Richard Slone

I was inspired by their physical strength and the way they’ve transformed themselves into human weapons. They seemed to have such an abundance of it I couldn’t help feeling as though watching them made me stronger too.  Whenever Pacquiao would punch Mayweather, I felt my body convulsing and moving with him -similar to the way Dragonball fans un/consciously lift their hands up to help Goku form a Spirit Bomb. But, while I was impressed by the physical aspect of their achievements, I was more inspired by whatever it was they had inside them that gave them the energy to succeed as they have. What was it? That special something that separated these men from the rest of humanity, forcing us to recognize how much stronger their power of will was compared to our own.

then and now

The first thing I thought of was hunger. That insatiable want to do more, be more. The kind of hunger that brings out the primal ferocity in otherwise ordinary individuals and giving them the willpower to become extra-ordinary. But anyone can feel this way -and I’m sure many do-, which shows that this feeling of ravenous wanting alone isn’t enough to achieve what Pacquiao and Mayweather have.


In order for hunger to turn into strength there has to be an element of genius. But what is ‘genius’? Surely it isn’t just some elusive “It factor” only a lucky few are born with. Genius is everywhere. From the guests who were able to afford the exorbitant ringside seats (each being a master of his or her own art of business, showmanship, etc), to those who were able to enrich themselves by convincing high rollers that such an event was worth the price of admission. If these people can turn their art of being into masterpieces why can’t everyone else?

From the Mirror UK

As a joke, Giann told me genius was having “The Eye of the Tiger“. The phrase struck me as silly at first but it actually made a lot of sense with whatever it is “Genius” evoked in me. This is what I feel about that stimulating word: Genius is that special kind of internal energy that moves you even when you have nothing left to give. It amplifies the power of hunger and generates strength but continues to exist and flourish despite their absence. Genius is having a vision of something greater. But it’s not enough to see that “something greater”. You need courage too. Genius is having the courage to make your vision a reality, especially when it seems like you’re the only one who can see that vision. It’s daring to believe that impossible is nothing because the word itself says “I’m possible”.

From 411 Mania

Pacquiao lost and Mayweather was booed. But this strikes me as irrelevant when compared to what they’ve accomplished in their careers. All this being said, I expected more ferocity from Pacquiao. During the last round of the fight I kept hoping he’d pull out that extra bit of strength that separated him from the rest of us. He didn’t. When asked what happened to his ferocity, he answered “I thought I won”. The insight I derived from this is that there’s never room for complacency. Not if you want to achieve greatness. You have to keep pushing even when you think you’ve conquered the forces that oppose you. Even when you think you’ve done all you could possibly do to ensure your success. Even when you think you’ve won. Because genius dares you to believe that nothing is impossible, including the possibility of your defeat. Which is why you give it everything you’ve got and more to make sure your vision of greatness wins over whatever challenges it.

I suppose I was especially moved by the match because I find myself in what I imagined was Pacquiao’s position. I thought I was doing enough in my life. And although I’m still proud of my progress thus far, I know now that I can do so much more and that I shouldn’t be afraid to push harder. Because I know genius is attainable for those who aren’t afraid to do whatever it takes to make their vision of greatness a reality.

So let’s make it happen!


Thoughts on Taking Control of My Twenties

I want to start writing again.  I stopped because I couldn’t get my thoughts to behave themselves.  I get so anal about stuff like that.  But Tommy’s right, “The important thing is to never stop. Regardless of the caliber of what you create, you should never stop“.  

I’ve also come to realize that my thoughts are supposed to misbehave:

The twenty(+) year old mind is a mess.  It’s when your brain goes on a crazy rewiring spree -optimizing synapses that are frequently used and eliminating those that aren’t.  This is the time everything about yourself gets reconfigured.  And when you become who you are.  So active steps must be taken to make sure that who you are is who you want to be.

But figuring out who you want to be is difficult -especially when you’re working with a messed up twenty(+) year old mind.  So it’s important not to lose your head.

Yuko Shimizu - Blow Up 3- The Big Bang

Use your head.

Life can be a super douche.  It’ll hand you a hundred and fifty pounds of luck only to storm in (without warning) demanding it back with interest -leaving you worse off than when you started.  Sometimes life will be kind and won’t resort to such asshattery, but use your head.  Would you really let anyone -even someone as big as life- have that kind of power over you?  No freaking way! You have to take charge and make your own good fortune.

Yuko Shimizu - Superhero Calendar

Admittedly, it’s easier to surrender to circumstance than it is to take control of it.  The greatest factor is fear.  It’s scary to know just how much power you have over life because you’ll have no one to blame but yourself if it screws you over.  Don’t let it screw you over.  Be better than that.  Be in control.

Know that you’ll always be accountable for your actions.  Because even when you feel like you don’t, you will always have a choice.  Will you choose to nourish the most beautiful aspects of your self?  Or will you surrender control and one day wake up wondering “What the hell happened to me??”

Yuko Shimizu - Beauty Belongs to the Flowers Yuko Shimizu - The Unwritten #3

The idea of happiness/success is highly individual, as is the process of attaining it.  Absolutely no one can tell you what you should want out of life or how to get it.  You have to figure these things out for yourself.

Some people take time off to find themselves before making their next move.  But I’m a shark, and sharks die when they stop moving.  I refuse to waste time trying to find myself before I take action.  I choose to find myself through action.

My twenty(+) year old mind is a mess.  My thoughts are constantly tackling each other, causing chaos in my head.

Yuko Shimizu - The War Room

I know it’s because my brain is going on a crazy rewiring spree -optimizing synapses that are frequently used and eliminating those that aren’t.  It’s preparing me to become the person I’m supposed to be.  I may not know who that person is exactly (I don’t know what empire I want to build or what kind of legacy I want to leave behind.  I can’t even decide how I want to do my blog!) but I do know that I want to be someone who is always leveling up in every aspect of being.

So I suppose I’ll do what I always do and keep moving.  No matter how many things life throws at me, I must stay disciplined and focus on maximizing my potential.

Gis do it, right?

Yuko Shimizu - Shaolin Monk




This is your life, are you who you want to be?

The question and I met a few years ago.  It was an acquaintance I had known for some time, back when the song it travelled with was popular.  But the question itself hadn’t made an impression on me until I chanced upon it standing alone and semi-naked on Shane’s Wall.

It was early in the morning (around 3 maybe?) and the question was in a state of undress (would’ve been completely stripped down if it wasn’t lightly shrouded with associations to the aforementioned song).   I was caught off guard by its simplicity.  I had never seen it barefaced before.  Couldn’t help but stare.   I stood there stunned and speechless.  The question just stared back, unembarrassed.

I knew then that I would never forget it.

Overexposure often causes an idea to lose its impact.  Never happened with this one.  And, when we were first introduced, I thought about it every day.  Couldn’t get it out of my head!  It was so pretty in its plainness.  No glitz, no glamour.  Just a simple question.

All it asked for was a yes or no.  But that yes or no meant everything.

Always so profound without effort.  How could I get over it?  This innocent brain-bound bullet, bull’s eye blasting pretension and self-delusion every single time.   Never could slip anything by it.  It sees truth.  Always.  Even if the truth’s been buried under a life long shit storm of excuses.  Excuses like “Life kept getting in the way” or “No one believed in me” or “It was too hard”.  It’ll see past the bullshit you try to hide behind and ask you pointblank: This is your life, are you who you want to be?

The answer precedes the question:  This is your life.

Learn this and you’ll be significantly better off.  You see, it’s easy to get stuck on all the negative moments -even if they can’t be helped.  The secret to becoming who you want to be is learning how to work past the disappointment and the excuses.  Because you know what?  Life will get in the way.  It’ll trip you up when you least expect it.  And yes, you will feel lonely sometimes.  Like no one’s there for you.  Like no believes in you.  You’ll feel uninspired and let down.  You’ll find life unfair.  And sometimes life really isn’t fair.  But This. Is. Your. Life.

You’re in control.

It’s a scary thought -especially when you don’t even know where your life is headed.  The easy thing to do would be to disregard how much control you actually have and simply blame everyone and everything else but yourself for your less than extraordinary existence.  But it’s your fault.  You’re in control.  This is your life.  You have to hold yourself accountable for how it turns out.  How you turn out.

Are you who you want to be?

I was so impressed by the question because it could stand alone and barefaced, completely unembarrassed.  How many people can do that?  Be so absolutely happy with their existence that they can strip down to their most naked self without shame or self-consciousness?  It seems almost impossible in the Age of the Attention Whore, when everything you are is subjected to the judgment of your peers.  But I’ve seen people like this.  Who’ve put themselves out there with no fear, frills or gimmicks.  People who are free of pretension.  Who don’t need to prove anything to anyone, because they know that only they can answer the question I’ve been obsessing about for the past few paragraphs: This is your life, are you who you want to be?

I will always strive to answer that question with a yes.

Will you?