Pounding The Keyboard

Are you fascinated by serial killers? Do you, in some quirky way, admire Hannibal Lecter and that you have been dreaming of having his autographed picture (which he signed, of course, with the blood of his latest victim)? Have you been fantasizing darkly of stalking some of these criminally-corrupt, philandering, useless politicians, slashing their necks and dumping their dead bodies on a shark-infested sea? Have you been harboring dark thoughts of quietly entering the abode of your drug-pushing neighbor, cracking his skull open with a hammer then leaving the crime scene without a single piece of evidence? But you’re just mightily afraid to do it because you know that crime doesn't pay and you’ve heard that food in prison is terrible and that goodlooking and fair-skinned guys like you are worshipped and adored like Playboy Playmates there? Then you should meet Dexter, he'll gladly fulfill your wishes. Dexter is a wonderful crime/drama/dark comedy TV series that airs on cable c

Last week, it was reported that a congressman had been urging the congress to pass a new law that would penalize voyeurs who use mobile phones to capture and spread video recordings of sexual acts. Buhay partylist Rep. Irwin Tieng, the bill's proponent, also said that mere possession of cell phone sex scandals should also be punishable by law. I say it’s about time. These so-called sex scandals have ruined many lives and relationships. We really need a tough law to curb it. I asked the opinion of a friend regarding this issue. You see, my friend's a sex scandal connoisseur. He compiles, researches and studies sex scandals to expose and denounce its evils. He’s dedicated his life to help this country get rid of this menace. Everyday, from night till morning, he stays awake to watch them with disgust so he would know of ways to stop it and punish its creators. He has watched them all, from Pandesal Scandal (wherein a panadero and a panadera are caught doing it beside the pugon)

I rarely listen to love songs, I dislike them, but this one’s so good I can’t get it out of my head. Makes me sad everytime I listen to it. UNINTENDED By Muse You could be my unintended Choice to live my life extended You could be the one I'll always love You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions You could be the one I'll always love I'll be there as soon as I can But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before First there was the one who challenged All my dreams and all my balance She could never be as good as you You could be my unintended Choice to live my life extended You should be the one I'll always love I'll be there as soon as I can But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before I'll be there as soon as I can But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before Before you

'Hope you enjoyed this one. I'll be posting another one soon, also with Lan Medina.

TO BE CONTINUED

Here's one of the horror stories I made when I was still writing for local comics. This is illustrated by the great Lan Medina (who's now working for popular comics abroad). Marami-rami iyong pahina kaya bumbay style (hulugan) ang gagawin kong pagpoposte ng scans. TO BE CONTINUED

Was in a jeepney when I heard this song, it sounded vaguely familiar, I knew it was an old song, asked the driver its title; he didn't have a clue, got off in front of a mall, went inside, went straight to an ATM, withdrew a small amount, went to the computer and cell phone floor, ogled a nice laptop and some high-end cellphones, all the while softly singing that melodic song, thought of upgrading my cell phone, Nokia 6500 seemed nice, realized it would devastate my lifetime savings, bought a few pieces of blank CD, went to Watsons, bought a box of Rogin-E and a bottle of vitamin C, got a text message, sent a reply, drank a smoothie, put the cup in a trash bin, went inside Booksale, bought a John Grisham book, went inside the supermarket, picked up a few cans of juice, a box of green tea, a box of biscuits, a few de latas, toothpaste, alcohol, etc, etc, still singing that song, went to the cashier, was shocked to see the amount, thought of returning some of the items but was embarr

While David Diaz was laying flat on his back, trying to crawl out of the dizzying limbo Manny Pacquiao put him in, I was waiting for Manny to sarcastically address the cheering crowd, not unlike Maximus of the film Gladiator , “Are you not entertained? Are you not entertained?” Then the crowd would shout lustily and crave for more blood and would ask Manny to finish David off by decapitating him. Although not as violent as the encounters between the gladiators in ancient Rome, boxing is still a very violent sport. You will immediately realize it by just staring at Diaz’s mangled face. No wonder many people are clamoring to have the sport banned. Hindi raw ba nakakainis na ang isa sa iilang maipagmamalaki ng ating bansa ay kailangang mambugbog at mambasag ng mukha ng ibang tao upang mabigyan lang ng dangal ang ating bansa? But whaddaheck, Filipinos love boxing. Filipinos love Manny. I’m in love with Manny, err, I love Manny. It’s Ara Mina I’m in love with. Kakaunti pa lang ang nakakakil