Where Was LOVE Born?
Guess,
In CHINA.
B’coz,
It Has No Warranty, No Guarantee!
Chale to chaand tak,
Nahi to shaam tak.
Good day…

British:”Do u know Swimming?”
Sardar:”No”
British:”Dog is better den you, It Swims”
Sardar: Do you know Swimming?
British: “Yes”
Sardar: Then what is difference between you & Dog?

Wife Is Like A Computer Virus.
She Will ENTER your Life,
SCAN your Pocket,
TRANSFER your Money,
EDIT your Mind,
DOWNLOAD Her Problems,
DELETE your Smile…span>

बेटी: पापा एक लडका मुजे बार बार I LUV U बोल रहा है. क्या करुं?
पापा: बेटा उस से शादी कर ले. जिंदगी में अगर दुबारा बोले तो मेरा नाम बदल देना!

सरदार: मैंने खत लिखा था कि मेरी शादी पर आना. तुम क्युं नहीं आये?
मित्र: मुजे खत नहीं मिला.
सरदार: मैंने लिखा था कि खत मिले या ना मिले तुम जरुर आना.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
This is HILARIOUS!!!

And Rihanna’s accent at the end.. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

My favorite writer who doesn’t really write rides again: Patterson Signs 17-Book Deal with Hachette (via PW).

Here’s a quote:

…the prolific author has just inked a new 17-book deal that will keep him with publisher Hachette through 2012. The deal includes 11 adult titles, to be published in hardcover by Little, Brown and Company and in paperback by Grand Central Publishing, and six titles for young readers, to be published by Little, Brown Books for Young Readers.

That’s 17 books IN TWO YEARS. TWO. YEARS.

Also:

In a statement, Patterson said ,”I love writing stories. I have more to tell and I’m thrilled that the wonderful Hachette Book Group will continue to be my partner in exciting readers with these stories that I love.”

I noticed an error in that so I’m correcting below…

In a statement, Patterson cackled, “I love reading stories that have been written by other people. I have more to tell other writers to write about and I’m thrilled that the wonderfully confused Hachette Book Group will continue to be my partner in glorifying my own name without putting in the work and thereby exciting readers with these stories that I love to make other people write for me.”

Love ya, Jimmy. If you need another lit slave, give me a shout! I’d love to be a cog in your empire.

The New York Review of Books has on archive a rather interesting short biography of Milton Friedman. It is, on the whole, well-written, and I don’t know nearly enough about the facts here to question it’s accuracy, although Tyler Cowen, who should, does express some doubts. It contains the following passage:

Milton Friedman played three roles in the intellectual life of the twentieth century. There was Friedman the economist’s economist, who wrote technical, more or less apolitical analyses of consumer behavior and inflation. There was Friedman the policy entrepreneur, who spent decades campaigning on behalf of the policy known as monetarism—finally seeing the Federal Reserve and the Bank of England adopt his doctrine at the end of the 1970s, only to abandon it as unworkable a few years later. Finally, there was Friedman the ideologue, the great popularizer of free-market doctrine.

Did the same man play all these roles? Yes and no. All three roles were informed by Friedman’s faith in the classical verities of free-market economics. Moreover, Friedman’s effectiveness as a popularizer and propagandist rested in part on his well-deserved reputation as a profound economic theorist. But there’s an important difference between the rigor of his work as a professional economist and the looser, sometimes questionable logic of his pronouncements as a public intellectual. While Friedman’s theoretical work is universally admired by professional economists, there’s much more ambivalence about his policy pronouncements and especially his popularizing. And it must be said that there were some serious questions about his intellectual honesty when he was speaking to the mass public.

The review was written -of course- by Paul Krugman.

PS: It’s still an eminently readable article, though, if only for this quote: “Everything reminds Milton of the money supply. Well, everything reminds me of sex, but I keep it out of the paper” -by Robert Solow himself.

At New York Magazine, via The Rumpus, a charming little review of Thomas Pynchon’s latest:

I find him tedious, shallow, monotonous, flippant, self-satisfied, and screamingly unfunny. I hate his aesthetic from floor to ceiling: the relentless patter of his Borscht Belt gags, his parodically overstuffed plots, his ham-fisted verbs (scowling, growling, glaring,leering, lurching) and adjectives (lurid, louche, lecherous), the tumbling micro-rhythms of his sentences, the galloping macro-rhythms of his larger narratives. I hate the discount paranoia he slathers over everything with an industrial-size trowel. I hate the cardboard cutouts he tries to pass off as human characters, and I hate—maybe most of all—his characters’ stupid names. (I even hate his name, which makes him sound like some kind of 29th-century sci-fi lobster.) I hate the fake song lyrics he invents for his characters to sing and the fake restaurants (Man of La Muncha) he invents for them to eat at and the stupid acronyms he invents for them to pledge their lives to.

Admittedly, I’ve only made it through The Crying of Lot 49, and then only for a lit class in college. It’s a teeny tiny little bitty book and I struggled the whole time and did not enjoy the effort. A few months later, flush with my diploma and clearly suffering from grave amnesia, I picked up a copy of Gravity’s Rainbow and have yet to crack it open. The thing is a monster. Just seeing it on my shelf gives me the willies.

Suffice to say that I don’t have the sort of relationship with Pynchon that the author of the review seems to, and there’s always a different when you read for pleasure and read for class, but there’s a tiny part of me that’s cheered to find I’m not the only one who finds his writing a bit less than awesome.

Eversince this morning, ang saya saya daw niya…sabi ng bhest Kitkat ko. Pero, di niya ma-explain. She talks about her crushes…maybe that’s why she’s happy.

By noon…nakatext ko yung long-time-no-see kong best friend, Jorey. Sobrang na-miss namin isa’t-isa. may girlfriend na pala ang mokong. Hehe. Maganda siya. And ipapakilala samin this coming Sunday (sigh…sana di ako maging busy on that day!) And at the same time, magkatext kame ni Mave… :D tawa ako ng tawa mag-is because of his txt messages. Ang WEIRD. Grabe! Nagsend kasi ako ng sasagutan:

Fill in the blanks:

I would _____ you if I had a chance.

ang sagot niya is “LOVE”…talk about our past…hehehe!! I mean, di naman naging kami…like, “FIRST PUPPY LOVE” kasi…  :-P di ko rin alam kung bakit namimiss ko siya lage…hehehe!

By night…nakachat ko naman si Michael (LULU) weeeh! pero, sandali lang…but, at least I got the chance to talk to him diba?! Ayun, binigay niya number niya when I asked him kung naka-globe siya.

Ayun…nakakatext ko na yung mga gusto kong kausap this day…that’s why ang laki laki ng SMILE ko sa face ko. plus, bumanat ulit si Mave… sabi niya, mahal daw niya ko…” I got so nervous that I didn’t even know what to reply…kaya ganito na lang ang na-reply ko -> hehe! okey na siguro yun…hehehe!!!

kaya this day is reaaaaally cuh-razy!! pareho na kami ng bhest Kitkat ko. hehehe

sobrang saya ko talaga…:)

 one of my happiest days ever!

yosh~