Quaere Verum

An interesting reflection: Slow Down Culture It's been 18 years since I joined Volvo, a Swedish company. Working for them has proven to be an interesting experience. Any project here takes 2 years to be finalized, even if the idea is simple and brilliant. It's a rule. Globalized processes have caused in us (all over the world) a general sense of searching for immediate results. Therefore, we have come to possess a need to see immediate results. This contrasts greatly with the slow movements of the Swedish. They, on the other hand, debate, debate, debate, hold x quantity of meetings and work with a slowdown scheme. At the end, this always yields better results. Said in another words: 1. Sweden is about the size of San Pablo, a state in Brazil. 2. Sweden has 9 million inhabitants. 3. Stockholm has 500,000 people. 4. Volvo, Escania, Ericsson, Electrolux, Nokia are some of its owned companies. Volvo supplies the NASA. The first time I was in Sweden, one of my colleagues picked me

Thirteen years ago to the day. What happened thirteen years ago? Oh, nothing much. I just got married. It didn't last long though. In less than five years it cracked apart at the seams, a victim of childish impulses, immaturity, insincerity, anger, pride and disloyalty, more or less the same reasons for every other failed marriage. When I look back, it seems so surreal...like something out of a dream, or at least a cheesy dramatic movie. But no, it really happened, and the living proof of that event is the ten year-old boy who every so often asks me to transfer to the other computer in the other room so he can play his games installed on this one. Ah, the memories. What memories? It happened a long time ago that I don't really remember much from that time. Or maybe I just don't want to remember anymore. The final days are just too sad to remember. Do I have any regrets? Perhaps. But every time I replay in my head the events which led to me getting married at a relatively y

I've seen this ad so many times on TV, but I still can't help but grin every time the "girl" says her line. :-) Maybe I shouldn't laugh. Hey, it could happen to me. I guess I'm just lucky I don't have a nice car. ;-)

August 25, 1973 Fort Bonifacio 11:30pm Mr. Benigno S. Aquino III P E R S O N A L My dearest Son: One of these days , when you have completed your studies I am sure you will have the opportunity to visit many countries. And in your travels you will witness a bullfight. In Spanish bullfighting as you know, a man – the matador – is pitted against an angry bull. The man goads the bull to extreme anger and madness. Then a moment comes when the bull, maddened, bleeding and covered with darts, feeling his last moment has come, stops rushing about and grimly turns his face on the man with the scarlet "muleta" and sword. The Spaniards call this "the moment of truth." This is the climax of the bullfight. This afternoon, I have arrived at my own moment of truth. After a lengthy conference with my lawyers, Senators Jovito R. Salonga and Lorenzo M. Tanada I made a very crucial and vital decision that will surely affect all our lives: mommie's, your sisters', y