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Ogie Alcasid as Angelina and Michael V as Yaya in the Bubble Gang sketch, Ang Spoiled

one of these five candidates.

# 8 Yaya ni Lily
Author: rice_cooker
Location: the United States
Summary: Youngish, separated from husband she describes as mama’s boy, and from her daughter Nene. The husband has “filed for infidelity”, according to Lily. (The correct term is “adultery”.) Yaya has the hots for her employer’s older son. She loathes little Lily, who is vicious. Yaya’s goal is to find a boyfriend who will finance her lawsuit for custody of Nene.

# 10 Yaya ni Madame Tsui
Author: thesocialinception
Location: Hong Kong
Summary: Madame Tsui insists that she learn Chinese, so Yaya goes to a bookstore to buy a dictionary. She is said to be well-read, so we cannot understand how someone who’s finished Anna Karenina and Tess of the D’Urbervilles does not know who Mao Zedong is. She finds her employer repellent and does not know why she puts up with her.

# 11 Yaya ni Baptiste at Margot
Author: theOrbiter
Location: Paris
Summary: Yaya’s employer and charges are rather cruel and given to laughing at her. When she takes a day off, Madame disparages her and her lack of French. Yaya is looking forward to her date with Marlon, a Filipino cashier at a souvenir shop, but she resolves not to put out.

# 12 Julie Recuerdo
Author: cochise_miz
Location: the US
Summary: Julie is in her 20s or early 30s. She supports her parents in Manila and sends her younger brother to a private high school. She is fond of her alaga, Hannah.

# 13 Imogen Dimaculangan
Author: Askaniclan
Location: Dongguan, China
Summary: Imogen, 35, is feisty: her hunchback and wobbly eye do not dent her confidence. She likes her life and has designs on her male employer. Her speech is supposed to approximate a Leyte native speaking English.

The winner of LitWit Challenge 5.5: Yeah, yeah, Yaya is theOrbiter. Of the five candidates we found her Yaya to be the most life-like.

Congratulations, theOrbiter. You can have your prize picked up any day starting tomorrow, May 4, 2011, at National Bookstore at Power Plant Mall, Rockwell, Makati. Just give Customer Service the email address you used to register on this site.

The next LitWit Challenge is coming up.

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1547 pages!

First line: The night was rank with the smell of men.

Tyrion, my darling dwarf!

L-R: Jaime Urquijo, Justin Coveney and Kenny Stern at training camp.

Based on the empirical evidence it is safe to say that the universe likes Jaime Urquijo more than it likes you or me.
 
Jaime Urquijo is over six feet tall, with thick brown hair and brown eyes. He is broad of shoulder and muscular of build, as befits a member of the national rugby team, except that he has the face of a cherub in a nativity scene. If rugby union were not governed by a code of gentlemanly behavior, the opposing flanker might feel compelled to plant a boot on his face. (‘Take that, guy from Dawson’s Creek!’) He has a charming, unplaceable accent—British but not exactly, Spanish when he pronounces names, a bit of the American Midwest, a bit of New York.
 
He is a Zobel de Ayala, son of Bea Jr, grandson of Don Jaime, nephew of Jaime Augusto, cousin of Jaime Alfonso (You’d think the rich could spring for some new names).  His path through life will likely be smoother than ours. What could possibly go wrong for this creature?

My column in the Philippine Star. By the way the captions got switched and this is the scrum.

Jaime is number 6, Jake Letts is the scrum-half.

I confess I always found Thor the superhero ridiculous: the costume, the high elocution, the relationship with that creepy Loki, the hammer, the theme song of the ancient Marvel cartoons (“You behold in endless wonder/The god of thunder/Mighty Thor!”). So what if he’s the god of thunder—thunder doesn’t have the destructive force of lightning, it’s just impressive. True, he’s not half as ridiculous as the Submariner or Aquaman, who are basically useless on dry land.

So I wasn’t exactly dying to see Thor, the movie directed by Kenneth Branagh. (This is a lapsed fan of Branagh. His directorial career opened with a bang then fizzled out, although he’s still a brilliant actor in projects like Wallander.) The trailer was corny and unappetizing, and Natalie Portman seemed to be doing a Halle Berry—following an Oscar-winning movie with a dumb superhero flick. And why wasn’t Karl Urban cast as Thor when we know he looks fabulous with long blonde hair?

Then we beheld Chris Hemsworth.

What can I say, I’m shallow.
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