we are all mai mislangs. our hubris and recklessness take the better of us, sometimes out of sheer carelessness, or just complacency. i could still remember in 1999, i was interviewed for my request for a straight phd promotion by ausaid. how do i assess their work in the philippines, i was asked. and i answered, well with the poverty overwhelming mindanao, it appears ausaid's impact is shallow. i did not lie. but the occasion did not call for the truth. so i kissed the straight phd goodbye when the ausaid officer exclaimed, 'such an interesting assessment for an agency funding your studies'.
so who am i to throw the first stone? even though it's so easy to hate her, and her actions further smeared the below-par and inexperienced staff of the current president (reflective of his poor political record), i'd rather leave her alone. it's enough to suffer from your own mistakes. it's enough pain to think twice before you speak, write, endure being a public persona for the next 6 years. it's hard being the real mai mislang already.
what we should never forget is that one time in our life, yesterday or the future, we will all commit a mai mislang. for a few words not even exceeding a paragraph, we would be held accountable, riled at, ridiculed below the belt, or withheld the best opportunities because we failed to think wisely before releasing them. and like mai mislang, we would wish for the noise to go down, for prolonged sympathy, and certainly, more than one chance to bury our wrongs with many many rights.