Despite my love for word play and puns, I laugh most at absurdity.
There is little time for introspection and no room for the bullshit of the past unless you are not very attached to living or having limbs. On a long and straight enough road, you can outrun almost anything.
For people in the business of presenting the truth, we are piss poor at handling our own personal truths
For almost everyone else, it’s please, or sorry, or some polite thing like that. For reporters, though, the most powerful word you can use–and often the only one you have time to–is “copy”.
There are so many layers to this thing we do that it sometimes gets scary
I am pleased to report that I did not go wild in an ill-advised (but usually effective) attempt to get over things.
Among the Tausug, indeed among the Moro peoples, martabat is the main thing. “We may have become impoverished and marginalised but that does not matter. We are defined by our honor.”