About Me
May 2009Because I had no other plans during the long weekend, I had to think of things to do to help me “endure the pain”, as Mikko put it. So Thursday night, I went to Target Mall at Balibago to pirate some TV series DVDs. I got Dexter season 3, Chuck season 2, Family Guy season 8, and a better bootleg version of HBOs Trueblood season 1.
But it seemed that my psycho serial killer instinct reigned over the weekend. Dexter scored 5 episodes (250 min); Family Guy, 2 (40 min); Trueblood, 1 (40 min); and Chuck, 0 (do the math). I think it's because I'm more of a Dexter than a vampire, or a secret agent (Peter is out of the question because number one, I’m not funny, two I might be stupid but not as cordless bungee jumping-plunge stupid, and three I don’t intend to have my own family, at least not in the next five years).
Dexter teaches me lessons that someone who talks to himself, should talk to himself about, if that makes sense. Well, not about killing per se. It’s more about the things that you keep to yourself after killing. And then the urge to kill again keeps you begging for more, making it more of a way of life than a ritual.
