Pounding The Keyboard

       So I heard that a few days ago, a niece (a cousin’s18-year-old daughter) bought a ticket worth nine thousand pesos to an all-girl KPop band’s upcoming concert. 9K, well, you can buy lots of nice little things with that money, considering that her family's presently struggling a bit financially) but she spent it on a KPop concert and she doesn’t know even a single Korean word. Incidentally, it was the first time I heard the said group’s name.      Few years ago, I listened to songs of some famous KPop groups to try to see what makes people (especially Filipinos) go wild and hysterical with them and think that their songs are the biggest blessings music has ever had—I failed to see it. Either I was just too old for their kind of music or their songs really have ordinary melodies and arrangement. And those (all-male KPop groups’) dance steps, we know who inspired them—Michael Jackson. They all look gorgeous (boys most often than not are a lot prettier than girls) but it’s a

       Last week, we created an account on Disney+, thinking of ditching our Netflix account. It looks good as majority of Disney, Pixar and Marvel movies/series/animations are on this streaming channel, and I like superhero movies and animations.      But ironically, the first movie I watched on it is The Fly (1986), a classic horror/sci-fi film which starred Jeff Goldblum and Geena Davis, a film I’ve been wanting to watch. In the movie, Jeff is a nice and unassuming scientist on the verge of inventing something that will change the world— a teleportation machine, while pretty Geena is a journalist covering and recording his process. They fall in love but before Mr. Scientist could perfect his machine, a freak laboratory accident occurs, which slowly turns him into a monster, physically and emotionally. But despite his horrible appearance (he’s turning into a giant fly), smell and attitude and his unrelenting cravings for sex and sugar, the journalist (whose name is Ronnie) remai

       Our dog is a two-year-old beagle and is still a virgin. He is still innocent when it comes to the birds and the bees, never saw any other dogs having sex, never got hold of an old copy of Playboy Mag and hasn’t watched any porn. His only cares are his food, his treats, his toys, his Chihuahua friends who live across the street and the cats and the other dogs he sees outside our house.      But whenever a bitch (a female dog, any breed, mostly puppies), just like last night, is brought to our house for temporary lodging (until the owner is able to get it), our dog transforms into a canine porn star. He’d drool all over the house watching and guarding the bitch, burning the midnight oil even, waiting for the opportunity to mount and hump it (with his flaming red ‘lipstick’ pulled out). We’d stop him of course, and whenever he sees that all his attempts to have sex with the bitch would be futile, he’d turn his raging libido towards us—and hump us, or whoever human is close to h