I Feel for Her

When we met Jinkee P in her GenSan home last May, she immediately struck me as one down-to-earth woman. And as famous as she was, she even seemed, at one point, to be shy. True enough, during the course of the interview, she admitted to being shy by nature; it was just her lot in life to have married a man destined for greatness.

Greatness, that's a big word. I watched the Pacquiao-Cotto fight last Sunday. Not being a boxing fan, I was not particularly inclined to watch the fight and neither were my sons. But then, my son K said that his classmates would likely be watching the fight and would talk about it in school the next day and so we watched.

It was bloody. I don't have a taste for blood; well, only when they're in vampire movies and of course, precisely because I know it's just the movies. It's all fake. But on that ring, it was all real. There was no faking it.

When I saw the video of Jinkee breaking down and crying, I thought, "Oh no, there's no faking that." And, I don't know why but my heart ached for her. Only a few months ago, I thought, here was a woman who has gone through the trenches and back. That she managed to survive all that with the glare of cameras in front of her face is marvelous. That she managed to survive all that with plans to make herself even better than before is a miracle.

It's sad that she has to go through the same shit all over again.

It's deja vu of the worst kind.