the mungo conspiracy

the lessons from the mistake of others for the lessons learned from your own mistakes are often too little too late

Ask me "Kumusta na?", and I will quickly tell you "Ok lang". No, that is not the standard automatic pre-programmed reply. Strange enough, "Ok lang" is the honest and accurate reply to the question. Ok lang ako. Talaga. But ask me "Are you happy?", and I will have to answer that question with another question, "Do you want the standard pre-progammed reply or the honest detailed reply?" Never mind. Ok lang ako. Talaga.

After almost 2 weeks straight on an out of town assignment, I finally managed to drag myself home about an hour or so ago (3 am now). I'm dead tired. And the significant female in my life is at her sister's, taking care of her sick mother. So tomorrow, first thing in the morning, is laundry day. I am not complaining. I am just tired. Good thing though, I think I caught the TV ad  for it once or twice, there is now a 5 in 1 laundry detergent?! Wow. I am going to try that. Crossing my fingers that 5 in 1 means this new breakthrough in laundry soap technology is going to soap, rinse, dry, iron, and fold my clothes. Wish me luck!

tell you or make you feel less than what you are actually worth know that you are always loved

Rarely do we ever get what we wish for, but nearly always what we deserve.

I was at the ATM this morning and the machine confronted me with the choice,  English or Pilipino? I quickly selected English out of habit, not wishing to delay the process as there was a long queue behind me. But as I was taking my money out of the machine, I briefly paused as a thought suddenly popped into my head, does that mean there is just a little bit of James Soriano in me? I mean, it is easier for me to write in English than Tagalog, reason why this blog is mostly English. And in fact, I am one of those who are just a little pissed with Google for constantly pushing to transliterate my internet to Tagalog. I am the product of my (mis)education, sadly. And English, as far as I am concerned, is the language of function. It would probably take me 5 times longer to write my quarterly reports in Tagalog if I have to do it that way. But Tagalog is the language of the streets? As I read James' arguments on why he thinks this is so, I was deeply saddened. I pity the...