kwentuhan 2008

And the TIMY (Tanginang Mascot ‘Yan) award goes to… Red Brick Giant Pizza! Dahil ang kailangan lang ng isang matinong mascot ay chef’s hat, gloves, at ang signature Jollibee smile, papasa talaga ang Red Brick Giant Pizza. Kahit nga buntot ng butiki pwedeng gawing mascot kung meron siya nung tatlong magic ingredients.
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Nanalo rin pala ng Best Tag line Award ang RBGP: Peace, Love and Pizza
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Congratulations!

The other day, I found this interesting Wikipedia entry about Amanda Mckittrick Ros, the crowned "worst writer" in recent memory. According to the always-updated-by-those-who-care website, the Inklings even held a competition "to see who could read Ros’ work for the longest length of time while keeping a straight face."
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Poor woman.
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However, after examining some of her works, I can see why she’s been held in such low regard. Just take a look at her listed bibliography:
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• Irene Iddesleigh (novel, 1897)
• Delina Delaney (novel, 1898)
• Poems of Puncture (poetry, 1912)
• Fumes of Formation (poetry, 1933)
• Helen Huddleston (posthumous novel)

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See the pattern there? According to the site, she also has the tendency to make fanciful interpretations of the simplest of things. "For Amanda, eyes are ‘piercing orbs’, legs are ‘bony supports’, people do not blush, they are ‘touched by the hot hand of bewilderment."
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I’ve seen this kind of writing when we were in writing workshops back in college, and I still remember someone in our class write something like "hot liquid" instead of "tears" and putting more half-baked ‘word-proxies’ just to make things beautiful, to make things cool — which ultimately became a mess.
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I guess they’re just afraid of good old simplicity, and they don’t realize that the simplest words are the most powerful. Sabi nga ni Sir, ‘pag nagsusulat ka, tanggalin mo lahat ng flab at adjectives at adverbs. Dun mo malalaman kung maganda nga ang sinulat mo.
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But hey, I’m not much of a writer these days (and I’ve committed these errors myself), so damn this post and my opinion.    
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"You’re a comedian, right? C’mon, tell us a joke!"

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Ah, the sweet sound of silence.

"You’re a comedian, right? C’mon, tell us a joke!"

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Ah, the sweet sound of silence.

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Distraction is never the answer to a wound that keeps on bleeding, for memory is resilient and indestructible. And when a memory is torn apart by a violent parting of ways, it leaves a wound only a crossroad could mend. Some try resorting to the half-cure that is distraction, but, as always, a distraction just that: a distraction. It has to end somewhere, sometime.
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And in the eyes of Eliza, it all ended in a place where dreams are sold in boxes. She might not see the significance of things, but her mother sure did. Her distraction came to an end in between the rows of simple pleasures. And her world, once secure, once peacefully empty, all came crashing down.
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Inside the palace of affordable joys, inside the broken heart of a woman left unsure, inside the heard of a man left in the dark, inside the innocent heart of a girl who only wanted a doll with a perpetual smile, lie the remnants of a path torn apart.
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Good thing I missed Volver, ’cause I found this little gem instead:

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Funny as hell.

Damn you, Cinemanila. I’ve been waiting for you and your special guest for weeks, and you just flew by without warning. Now I have to spend my weekend inside a confused shopping mall. Misery. P100 each — with no Day Pass tickets in sight? Misery, I say!
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And I still wonder why the things I like tend to cost an arm (or two).
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In other miserable news, it looks like my precious 3-day weekend will be rendered useless because of the damn weather. Jay’s Son the Elbi-bound will now be Jay’s Son the Bored. But all is not lost, for one Pokemon can still save the day: Al Gore, achoozyoo! Climate change speech attack!
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I just remembered something from ‘Spectacles’:
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"I’d rather wear clothes than make ‘em."
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Hmm, good point, Gino.   
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Pretty much everything is according to plan. Good, good.
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Anyway, let me welcome iMac to the crazy werld (’cause it’s cool to misspell) of Friendster. Knowing that she’s the friendliest muse in UPLB (next to Espinosa), I’m quite sure that she’ll rack up more than a hundred friends on her list — and that’s just her students! More power to your… er… friends! Teka, susuweldo ka rin sa Wednesday a. Ako ilibre mo!
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I think another weekend visit to Elbi is in order. Unless it’s raining.
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I started reading this disturbing little book last week — disturbing not because of the content but because of the reviews. HaftaburnthebookafterIfinishit. Really.
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blahblahblahthisposthastoend. Phoenix Wright 2 is waiting.
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Been reading a lot of blogs lately. Some are interesting, and some just barely — usually because they blog about work. I mean, c’mon. Mangarap na lang tayong lahat. That’ll be interesting.
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