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The new season of Game of Thrones starts on April 24, and since I am looking forward to it almost as much as Ricky was looking forward to the Madonna concert, I asked Ricky to reprise his ilang tulog na lang series for my favorite TV show.

P.S. That is not a spoiler, you’re just really late.

Deny it all you want, he’s alive.

It’s the time of year when you can hear the thought waves at Salcedo Park, and they all go, “I want I want Iwantiwantiwant.” Check out the Tin-Aw booth, which features the work of our friend Chus, among other fabulosities.

Wendy Cope’s writing room

You have to read Wendy Cope.

Some More Light Verse

You have to try. You see a shrink.
You learn a lot. You read. You think.
You struggle to improve your looks.
You meet some men. You write some books.
You eat good food. You give up junk.
You do not smoke. You don’t get drunk.
You take up yoga, walk, and swim.
And nothing works. The outlook’s grim.
You don’t know what to do. You cry.
You’re running out of things to try.

You blow your nose. You see the shrink.
You walk. You give up food and drink.
You fall in love. You make a plan.
You struggle to improve your man.
And nothing works. The outlook’s grim.
You go to yoga, cry, and swim.
You eat and drink. You give up looks.
You struggle to improve your books.
You cannot see the point. You sigh.
You do not smoke. You have to try.

Spring Onions

Decapitating the spring onions,
She made this mental note:
You can tell it’s love, the real thing,
When you dream of slitting his throat.

Okay, we just learned a new word, but that’s not it. It should be “nang”!

Signed,
The Nang-Ng Grammar Police

The preview of Hele Sa Hiwagang Hapis (Lullaby to the Sorrowful Mystery) at the Dolphy Theatre in ABS-CBN yesterday was called “Take The Hele Challenge”, playing up the best-known fact about the film: that it’s eight hours long.

Not that it won the Silver Bear in Berlin.

Not that it’s awesome.

But that it’s long, implying that it appeals to masochists.

And that it stars Piolo Pascual and John Lloyd Cruz. (Clearly Lavrente has no manager, or the fact that their names are above and dwarf his own would be an issue.)

We were prepared for the “challenge”. Ricky made up a hashtag: #endlesslav. Ricky, Jay and I met early to get a proper breakfast. I brought a neck pillow for comfort, fish crackers and caramel and cheese popcorn for sustenance, and a fully-charged phone for sending friends desperate pleas to help me escape from the screening. I did not need any of these. Amazingly, I did not need the intermissions (with catering) every three hours, either. They turned out to be a distraction. Once you get in the zone, you just want to keep watching the movie.

It’s gorgeous. It’s bizarre. It’s beautiful. It’s bonkers. At no point did I feel like leaving the cinema.

My friends and I would watch it again. In fact I want to stand outside the theatre and point and laugh at the people who cannot watch it till the end.

Now I have to write about it, and it’s daunting because the review has to do the film justice.

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Here’s the link.

http://interaksyon.com/article/125498/jessica-zafra–lav-diazs-new-movie-is-the-passion-of-the-filipino-in-8-brief-hours

Me and Pepe Diokno (With our advertising team Crizza and Mick at the back). Yes, it’s an odd combination, but in a good way or a bad way?