Pounding The Keyboard

       Myriad of decades ago, I thought of owning a motorcycle. I had a girlfriend at that time, so I thought it’d be nice if we had our own little vehicle to go around with—and taxis were so expensive. Yep, I don’t do jeepneys whenever I’m with a girlfriend (which is rarer than a Halley’s Comet appearance). Car was safer, yes, but I couldn’t afford one.       But while I was still planning on acquiring a motorcycle, the relationship suddenly went kaput. No one to go around with, and I’m okay with public transpo, so, the plan of owning a motorcycle started to vanish in my mind. And it would probably never reappear (there's this very strong possibility that I wouldn't have a girlfriend again). Lol.      And also this: Just a few moments ago, I was scrolling through my FB News Feed, and I saw three accidents involving motorcycles (two of them fatal). Every day, you scroll through socmed and you’d stumble upon an ...

       Around four years ago, during the pandemic, the time when everyone’s got too much time, I found a video editor on my computer. My niece put it there and used it. I never used a video editor, so I tinkered with it and tried to learn it, and afterwards, decided to create a video—about my favorite band, Pink Floyd. Maybe, I could put it on YouTube, just to experience creating a channel and uploading a video on YouTube and getting some subscribers. I thought of creating another video (also about Pink Floyd), then I finally created a channel and uploaded the two videos. YouTube forewarned me that the videos wouldn’t be monetized because almost all the songs in it were copyrighted. I thought all right and uploaded the videos. I monitored it the next few days, saw it getting microscopic number of views and not one subscriber—and then forgot about it.      I only remembered it when I received an email from YouTube yesterday informing me th...

  “What a loss to spend that much time with someone,   only to find out that she's a stranger.”                                           From Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind        Until last Saturday (more than a week after it hibernated), our TV remained in coma and wouldn’t turn on. We already made contact with a few technicians and all refused to come, like they were aware that any attempt to resurrect the appliance would just be futile—that thing is dead, died in its sleep. Our TV is almost seven years old, they say that’s like a human in his seventies.      We first computed if buying a new TV wouldn’t ruin us financially, and after determining that it really wouldn’t (I can still buy medicines for my terri...