Wednesday, May 6, 2009

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my former boss, Kenneth Cobonpue, used to tell me in our "editing" sessions that a great writer is someone who can clearly get his message across to the reader in the fewest words. that was his element -- beating around the bush (oftentimes, sarcastically) instead of saying in simple and forthright words what's wrong. in my case, i drowned the pages that he asked me to fill with too many words for too little ideas.

actually, written expression in few words is a skill that i never used, therefore i did not develop, and for which i would need a lot of opportunities to practice, to be able to succeed at it. i guess, this abundance in page mimics my abundance in verbal speak, aka i talk a lot, especially when provoked. but i like to believe i improved. there was a time when after he checked one of the pages he asked me to fill, he looked up at me and said i was doing a better job, only that, i was leaving. call it a last ditch effort to make me feel good about myself and my future, but i actually took that not with a grain of salt, but with a pinch of pride. i could say sir Kenneth is not only an artist, but also an intellectual; he speaks for what he thinks.

hi sir.
me and ex-boss

what sir Kenneth didn't quite succeed in making me do (even tho he was a paying boss), a social network did.
 
tweet, tweet.

this boss doesn't pay me, but it shuts me up at 140 characters. the only good thing about it is that i get to share my days without the pressure of getting down to the details. if you're a lazy blogger, you're in the wrong place.

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