Dahil sinuri ko ang aking konsensya at nalaman ko, hindi ko kayang bumoto sa sinungaling, hindi sa magnanakaw, hindi sa sira ulo, at lalong lalo na sa mamamatay tao na sinungaling at sira ulo. Kaya oo, kay Mar ako. Kulelat man, malinis naman konsensya ko.
That the worst (true) negative issue/trait that is being thrown against Mar Roxas is that he is kulelat, perhaps is not an indictment of the candidate but of us, the voters.
Apparently, my daughter has found her sport, pointless running. No rules, no winners, no point -- just running. I marvel at how she seamlessly transitions from full-on strides to skippity prancing. And in the true Olympic spirit of amateurism, it is all for the pure love of the sport.
It was getting dark as Forrest Gump walked away from Jenny's grave. He had her buried beneath the tree where they played as kids, the one happy place they shared. A flock of birds had come to roost and Forrest looked over his shoulders and perhaps finally saw that Jenny can now fly far, far away.
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!