Duel at High Noon

Fine, call me a coward.

I ran away and left my loved ones in the hands of the enemy.

A far cry from the hacker who caused a massive system crash at the age of fifteen, drastically changing the ways of a world that has grown too computer-dependent.
¿A qué hora sale el proximo jeep a España?
Today, I found myself in a Spanish forum. Que interesante. I’ve always wanted to go to Spain. This could be a good starting point. Joey also suggested the poorer route: España street in Manila which is, depending on the traffic and number of vehicular accidents, a few hours away.
Facundo, ilabath an mga cabayo.
Uno, Dos?
Last Monday, a panicked friend called Joey asking her if I had been stolen.
Fabo had been strolling in Alabang Town Center, one of the country’s popular malls, when he chanced upon a riotous gaggle of girls. The uproar was over one BJD seated quietly in their midst. He immediately looked for Joey, but she was nowhere to be seen. He then asked one of the bystanders what the fuss was all about and the person replied, “That’s Uno of Mistula.”
Last Monday, I was at home seated quietly in the midst of Joey’s photography odds and ends. Could it be possible that I fell asleep and sleepwalked to Alabang Town Center, which is around 50 kilometers away? Or is there another Uno out there being fawned over by nubile girls while I am made to endure uncomfortable poses in front of Joey’s camera? Damn that second-rate Uno. I will erase his face when I see him.
I made a true cameo in the second issue of Y&R’s inaction-packed comic, O.T.X., but I’m hardly recognizable. That’s me on the top right panel – stop straining your eyes.

Meanwhile, on Rakista.com, a man is claiming he has chatted with Manx Minuet.
And I thought our lives can’t get any stranger.
If you have a lot of time to spare, the maiden issue of O.T.X. is RIGHT HERE.
Saint Magdalene’s Prayer

Tel Aviv, Israel, 13:25:18 UTC

The Mossad headquarter

Metsada, Special Operations Division