Pounding The Keyboard

       He’d been wooing her for quite some time, but she’d been doing her best to ignore and avoid him, which he found strange as he could sense that the feeling was mutual. He had sent her a hundred messages, and she didn’t reply even to one.      So he was surprised when, out of the blue, he received a message from her, inviting him to her house. Inside her house, she led her into her room, which looked more of a library than a bedroom. There was a bed beside a wall, and there were tall bookshelves filled with books on the other three walls. Beside the bed was a nightstand, with a few books on top. A few more books littered the floor, a couple more were on the bed.      She loved books, he was well aware of that; it was like she was born holding and reading a book. That was why he always gifted her with books; it was just that he hadn’t bought her a book she liked.      She sat on the edge of bed and asked him to sit beside her, which he readily obeyed.      She was quiet f

       I’ve just finished watching Narcos (three seasons, ten eps each, starring Pedro Pascal of Game of Thrones and The Mandalorian). I’m quite late yes, because the show ended in 2017. Narcos is a Netflix series about the two biggest drug cartels in Colombia: Medellin Cartel led by the legendary drug lord Pablo Escobar and the Cali Cartel headed by the Rodriguez brothers, Miguel and Gilberto, and the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) agents that investigated and brought them down.      Currently rated 89% (the highest being 100%) on Rotten Tomatoes and 8.8 (the highest being10) on IMDB, it’s a great, thrilling, suspenseful, gritty, brutal, gut-wrenching, bloody, violent, addicting (sorry for the pun), entertaining show.      While the Rodriguez brothers were discreet and kept low profile in their operations, managing their cartel like corporate CEOs, resorting only to murders when it was necessary; Escobar was evil and brutal and flamboyant and killed on a whim, murderin

       I couldn’t help it, I was looking out the window into the street last night, it was around one AM, when a motorcycle with a man (in his 30s) stopped in front of our house and confronted two women (both in their 30s) who were walking—so I eavesdropped and watched them. The man, while still straddling the motorbike, grabbed one of the women by her shoulder and acted like he would angrily punch her in the face—and she reacted by screaming, “Sige, sapakin mo `ko, baka makita ko kung ano ang pagkukulang ko! Sige sapakin mo `ko! Ano pa ba kulang ko? Ginagawa ko na lahat para sa `yo! Pero may kulang pa yata!”     From those lines alone and the way the woman’s voice broke in anger and frustration and disappointment as she yelled at him, I assumed that the man, despite all the girl's sacrifices for him, still cheated on her.      The other woman tried to pacify them, and the man eventually took his hand off the woman, and spoke to her. Unfortunately, I couldn’t hear what he w