Wednesday, February 24, 2010

I Predict A Lawsuit, I Predict A Lawsuit*

Two days ago I asked for a Snow Bear Menthol Ball Candy at a sari-sari store. This is what the storekeeper gave me:

"Pinsan ng Snow Bear," she said, smiling.

A few weeks back I had mistakenly bought SuperLamig from a sidewalk vendor. I thought it was Snow Bear; I noticed the difference only after I had popped it in my mouth.

*My apologies, Kaiser Chiefs.

[2 March 2010 edit]

Today I found a SuperLamig wrapper in an ashtray. Yesterday, I saw one inside the elevator. I think the universe is trying to tell me something.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

A Silent War

The fence of the mini-forest in front of the University of the Philippines has been a battleground since Tuesday, the official start of the election season.

That morning I discovered the fence had been carpet bombed with posters of candidates for senator and party-list representative. It was obvious the posters had been placed there in the wee hours as the paste was still wet. And when I passed by Tuesday night, two men were tying tarpaulin posters of a tandem for president and vice president to the same fence.

The next evening, however, the tarps were nowhere to be found. The rest of the posters were gone yesterday morning.

(No, it wasn't me.)

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Brownie Points

According to The Mavens' Word of the Day,
In journalistic use, the "lead" is the first sentence or the first paragraph of a magazine or newspaper article. It can summarize the article, set the scene, or establish the mood of the story.
What to make of the following, then?
Ginebra played better than our team – MVP
By Tito S. Talao
Manila Bulletin

Like the noble captain of a doomed ship, Talk ’N Text team owner Manny V. Pangilinan waited until everyone aboard had been saved before quietly stepping off deck Sunday night.

With a small retinue of business associates, confidants and friends keeping him company, the telecommunications tycoon remained on his ringside seat for more than an hour after the lights had dimmed at the Araneta Coliseum, apparently waiting for the anguished feeling of defeat to pass over.

Eventually, the man majestically known as MVP made his way out through the Big Dome corridor, passing the Talk ’N Text locker room and looking straight ahead.

A lawyer associate inquired reverently if he could give a couple of waiting sportswriters a few minutes, and he stopped to oblige.

Naks, lede at adverbs pa lang, ulam na! Is someone trying to get on the "Nice" list of "the man majestically known as MVP"?

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Neat Retort

My highschool batchmate saw these comments on Facebook

and wrote this:

"Wateber po," that's the snappy comeback? C'mon, guy. If that's all you can come up with, someone somewhere owes you a refund on your tuition.


[5 February 2010 Edit]

My batchmate's original response to the first commenter was, What was the name of the album? so I said to play nice, which he did—by deleting his snarky reply.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Project Exodus: October 2004

These posts from October 2004 are camping at the foot of Mount Sinai. Moses has ascended the mountain and so they wait.

Where did my January go? It was just here yesterday!