the one with the killer grammar

Yes, yes, I have my occasional lapses (who doesn't?) but the following grammatical aberration from a local lifestyle magazine can probably cause Noam Chomsky to have an aneurysm. There I was, so peaceful and pleasant, sitting patiently in the comfortable couch of my Dad's tailor when I saw "it". I shouldn't have leafed through its pages, I know, but it beckoned me like an obnoxious fly goading a flyswatter to swat it to oblivion. And so, like the indulgent flyswatter that I was (and am), I succumbed.

I flipped through the pages of the magazine and I laughed and laughed until the tears were pouring down my cheeks. If still alive, Diana Vreeland would have died again; Anna Wintour would go ballistic and pummel the dumb ass editor of the magazine (you know who I'm talking about if you've been reading my blog) with her Manolos (or wring the editor's neck with the straps of her Prada bag); and yes, Chomsky will have an aneurysm.

Here are two sentences from the magazine that I've committed to memory so that I could share them with you. If amused (or the opposite) -- email me!

"Don't get stucked in the last minute shopping bash..." (stucked? stucked?! this is definitely not a typo! Har!Har!Har!)
"...fashion lab students take center stage through its ingenious fashion creations that showcases the state-of-the art Iloilo airport of international standard." (ever heard of subject-verb agreement? and what the hell are you talking about here? whoa-- the designers made their clothes using the airport! that must have been quite a feat!)

unlike me, anna wintour is not amused!

diana vreeland on the otherhand, is.