If you are wondering why the RP space program is limited to joining contests of body spray companies, wonder no more. Apparently, the Court of Appeals has decided that Filipinos are not qualified to study and experiment with talong (story here).
Scientific guarantee. No such thing when the Americans decided to launch the Apollo missions. Astronauts could have died. This is a fact. Those mercury rockets? Those are basically fuel tanks. Picture those huge Petron tankers you see in the highway, now multiply that 10 fold. Stick an inverse funnel on its ass then light it. That's basically what a rocket is. Had that fallen into a major city, thousands could have died. Did that stop the Americans from being the first to land on the moon?
Well, we'll never get there. The CA do not even trust Filipino with talong. And our NDCC leaders are telling us to run for cover whenever North Korea decides to try to launch a rocket into space.
After the lackluster one night Manila performance by Rihanna, the young diva announced that she does not like adobo or any Filipino food for that matter.
What?! Declare that singer persona non grata!
But wait. This "news" is not really true.
Except from the way entertainment writers/reporters put an emphasis on that question you would think we would riot if it were true. Just how thin-skinned do these entertainment news writers think we are? Why this obsession with adobo? Why ask "You like adobo?", each and every freaking time a foreign act would dare perform in the country?
Stop it! A plague! A plague on the house of the next lazy uninspired dumb-ass who asks the stupid question ... or a tsinelas to the face ... on both cheeks.
If anything, what the recent news tell me is that I am in the wrong business. But no worries. If nothing else, I can adapt to what present circumstances require. So I have decided to create my own NGO. And to protect myself from lawsuits, my NGO will have senators and congressmen as beneficiaries. No hypocrisy, right? Now give me some of that pork!
For the few of you who know me in real life, my dear kamag-anak inc., and friends from my Facebook account, please know that while I blog mostly about my life and my posts are made in the first person point of view, I do, from time to time, exercise literary license. Yes, I lie! Lol. No. Some of the stories depicted here are fiction. That I do not tell which is which, makes it a little more fun, doesn't it?
No animals were harmed in the production of this blog. Parental guidance is advised. And no approved therapeutic claims. Hindi ito gamot.
Mungo Conspiracy would like to thank:
Kuya Bing for all the support without which I would not have been able to start this blog. My baby sister Charo, who has always been my number one fan. Gie for twisting Kuya Bing's arms to lend me support. Rocky for being the first follower. Chris for the free ad space on MTC.
I would also like to mention Kuya Jong and Kuya Rolly, Rex, Kim, and all of my pumpkins, Dustin, Innah, Jonas, Danwell, Glea, Jiro, Ram, Yzab, Hannah, and Annika, who are my inspirations for many of my stories here.
And thanks to the Iligan Chapter of the conspirators who were the first to fill-up my followers' box! :)
Yeba! You read that right. That is how I want to begin. You know right away this is not going to be Shakespeare. Not that there is anything wrong with William. I am just not nearly as talented enough.
I cannot, for one, hold my line of thought long enough that I can compile one genuine effort into one seamless novel. A long short story, maybe. But that, aside from being an oxymoron, would be a stretch.
These are my random thoughts, nothing more. A little foolish, maybe, but always, I hope, in line with the same spirit of honesty and wit as you would find in the works of the Bard of Avon. Oh yes, William Shakespeare was funny, you semi-literate nincompoop!