Pounding The Keyboard

Sex sells. Romance sells. These are two facts that no one can dispute. But what do you get if you join these two? The answer is Rush, a best-selling erotic, sex-filled (whew!) romance novel written by Maya Banks. Another fact, August is the month when the Philippines celebrates Buwan Ng Wika (a month-long celebration of the Filipino Language). And what do you get if you mix Rush and Buwan Ng Wika? The answer is Rush (The Filipino Edition). Lol. Anything to plug a product. But yes, there is a Tagalog version of Rush and it is now available at Precious Pages Bookstore   and other bookstores. Rush , which is written in the tradition of Fifty Shades of Grey, is part of the Breathless Trilogy (which includes Fever and Burn ). Incidentally, Fever and Burn also have their own upcoming Filipino editions. A FRIENDLY REMINDER: Rush (the original version and its Filipino version) is strictly for adults only.

I logged on to Facebook this morning and this was on the top of my newsfeed: (Former Pink Floyd guitarist) David Gilmour’s cover of Beatles’ Here, There And Everywhere —and it immediately made my day. Here, There And Everywhere is one my favorite Beatles’ song and, IMHO, the greatest love song of all time. The melody and the lyrics—both achingly sweet—perfectly complement each other. And I used to say that, since Paul had sung it impeccably, covering it will be a sacrilege. Unless, of course, it will be David who will do the cover. To lead a better life I need my love to be here Here, making each day of the year Changing my life with a wave of her hand Nobody can deny that there's something there There, running my hands through her hair Both of us thinking how good it can be Someone is speaking, but she doesn't know he's there I want her everywhere And if she's beside me I know I need never care But to love her is to need her Everyw

       It was a lovely Thursday morning, and he was at the living room of their house, playing an Android game with the tablet, while his younger sister (who was temporarily staying with them because she had just given birth) was seated in front of him, busy preparing her baby’s stuff.        She looked up and told him, “You’ve been playing with that for over an hour. Don’t you have other things to do?”        “I am semi-retired,” he declared and smiled. He was still young to be a retiree, especially for his job, but he had lost his zest for his work. He was a writer and he used to be busy till the wee hours almost everyday, colorful myriad creatures swirling inside his head, all wanting to be free, but suddenly, his profession and the people around him had turned hostile towards him. Now, he only worked whenever he felt like it. He was just going through the motions each time he pounded the keyboard. It’s not that he had gone lazy, it’s just that he had lost the enthu

Cheeks that beg for kisses A nose that cries out for pinches Skin as delicate as butterfly wings Look, bits of clouds on your knees A feather stuck in your elbow And why are you holding a halo? Where have you been? Oh, don’t answer, your tongue’s still in the works But we know where you’ve been.

        As if a retort to David Gilmour’s new album, Roger Waters reissued his 1992 opus, Amused To Death , which has a new cover and was remastered) last July. Widely acknowledged as the best solo output of a Pink Floyd member. Amused To Death, a concept album on how television and other forms of technology are making people stupid and less humane, can be described in one word— genius .         Roger is a certified genius (well, others call him and David gods). Thankfully, he continues to write songs like he's still in Pink Floyd.         Amused To Death boasts of impeccable lyrics, Roger’s emotive voice and fantastic guitars from Jeff Beck (listen to the glorious guitars of What God Wants Part 3 and weep).         Now, imagine if the whole of Pink Floyd performed on this album...