Pounding The Keyboard

It's like throwing A brick at the moon, hoping You'd hit it And sink it And vanish all the nights In your life

           Blue screen of death is scary   because everyone who owns a computer knows it’s the harbinger of death among computers. Well, this Blue Grim Reaper  visited my computer twice today (aside from few random visits the past weeks). And whadayaknow, my computer’s still alive—barely, though. It sort of repaired itself, It had always been resilient, it had cheated death multiple times but now it freezes every now and then and had been very slow and very confused and would, at times, restart itself. It’s like an old man with an Alzheimer's and a terminal disease who’s dying but who still wants to work and serve its master.      Like an old dog dying of really old age but still wanting to bark and fend off thieves.      But it deserves to rest now—it has served me long and well.       Rest now, my faithful, hardworking servant, you can now close your eyes. Yes, rest and I'd be fine. I will buy a replacement and I will make sure that it will be as hardworki

I am Miserable I can’t seem to be jovial So I seek solace from a pizza Served with beer and calamari

     There’s a church near the office that I visit at least once a week. And I regularly see an old, wrinkled   lady,   begging in one of the church’s gates. She would stretch her arm while sitting in one of the concrete planters of the church near the gate, knocking at the hearts of the passersby which include me. But I  would always just ignore her. I have long stopped giving alms after I watched a TV documentary years ago that confirmed that most beggars were controlled by a syndicate, which kidnapped babies and children to serve as props for their (nefarious) begging activities. By giving alms, the TV program said, you’re encouraging these people to steal more babies from the hospitals, kidnap kids from the streets and abuse old people. You see those women, carrying a baby, knocking at cars stuck in traffic? Those weren’t really their babies, most likely. Before, I would hand out alms (just loose change in my pocket) to any beggars I saw.      But then, the image of the