Friday, October 30, 2009

Where Are You Now?

I wake up and i know you are there, waiting for me, yearning for the touch of my hand, but not now, for i must go elsewhere. It pains me to leave, yet i must. It is my duty.

I return home, anxious to see you. I hurry. I must not waste a second. Where are you? I search everywhere. Each and every corner of the house, moved and turned over. Nothing.

Where are you now, my remote control? Where are you now? How can i enjoy my television without you? Since you've been gone, the television felt so far away. Each time i try to touch it's sacred surface, it moves farther and farther away from my fingertips. I need you, remote control. I need you.

[UPDATE]
I finally found the remote control. It was under the couch all this time. Took a whole rescue team (my little brother and i) to find it.
It's on a leash now. Tied to a post.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Book Banning Bullshit

Ladies and gentlemen, there's this act of idiocy done by fucktarded fucktards with nothing better to do. It is called "book banning".
The criteria for a book to be banned vary, such as violence and obscenity, anti-establishment ideas, or religious bullshit. For the love of gum, the Bible and most scripture fit in all of these categories!

What do these fucks really want, huh? Are they trying to save the world from the harsh realities of the world? Racism, sex, violence, drugs, liberal ideas: these things exist, and banning books that contain them won't make them go away, it'll just keep them suppressed. I'm telling you folks, a suppressed idea is like a fart. No matter how hard you hide it, it'll come out, usually smelling worse than before.

To the wonderful idiots that ban books, i have this to say: I hope you all die from a pile of banned books.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Non Fiction (For Now)

I have decided that i won't be writing any fiction for a while on my blog. I'm still finishing a script for some sequential art (read: comics), so, it might intervene with my creative process (read: hour upon hour of idiocy).
Don't worry though, Collide-o-scope Eyes will continue. It's nearing the end. Trust me.

That is all.

PS
I almost forgot, i also started using my deviantART account again. I'm ~hushmyst over there, if you were wondering. Don't expect much. I still haven't put a lot of artwork there.

Alright, that really IS it.

PSS
I almost forgot. Again.
I have created an account on Wordpress, so do watch out.
Note:
1. I won't be leaving this blog. This will still be my main blog.
2. The wordpress account would be for something else. Mainly graphics, photographs, and drawings.
3. I really need to go.

The Ghostwriter

Friday, October 9, 2009

The Cycle of Shit Continues

I am bored.
Nothing interestingly original ever happens. Nothing. It's always the same. The cycle continues to spin us all in a dizzy state of nausea and vertigo. Vomit flying everywhere, and shit stuck on pants. Coloured pants, I might add.
Speaking of coloured pants, they are annoying. They don't look good. They are ugly and a bane to the existance of pants everywhere. I'm not saying it's wrong to wear coloured pants, i'm just saying it annoys me. And everyone else with a sensible mind.
Everything these days get recycled. Trash gets recycled. Everything i see on film and television are recycled ideas, and they're still trash. Movies and TV shows have formulatic plots that are too old, too cliche, and too boring. It's the same story over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. Brillante Mendoza's (he's brillant!) movies win awards, his last film won Best Director at the 62nd Cannes Film Festival, but his films are not even allowed to screen here in the Philippines. BULLSHIT. The Metro Manila Film Festival bases it's winners on the number of tickets sold, not on the quality of the film. ANOTHER HOT PIECE OF BULLSHIT! Good gum, what is wrong with our beloved country? Television shows run longer than the story. A show should have ended ages ago, but greedy executives decide to continue the show just to get more money. The show gets crappier and crappier, but they continue to milk the cash cow anyway. Why? BECAUSE OF THE DAMN MONEY! That's why.
The news. When the government fucks up, it's the talk of the town. The government wants to change the constitution, you get rallies everywhere. The president spends too much on dinner, everyone and their grandmother protests. But is anything done to resolve this? NOTHING! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! Why? BECAUSE NOBODY LISTENS! THE DAMNED ARSEHOLES WITH POWER DON'T GIVE A FLAMING SHIT! And that flaming shit might help warm up some homes.
The cycle continues to spin. And we're getting dizzier by the minute.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

The Wonderful World of Public Toilets

The glory that is the public toilet. A world where creatures great and microscopic thrive. Let me take you on a ride. A safari of this wonderful thing that shit call "home".

THE BASICS

ANATOMY
Most public toilets have the following parts:
*door (optional)
*toilet bowl (optional)
*water and tissue paper (optional)
*walls (optional)
*lavatory (again, optional)
Do note that i'm talking about public toilets that are meant to last long, not portable toilets you find in concerts and construction sites. They'll be discussed some other time.

GEOGRAPHICAL DISTRIBUTION
These toilets can be found virtually anywhere humans can be found. Schools and universities, malls, arenas, theaters, gasoline stations, etc. They seem to exhibit a symbiotic relationship, where the humans relieve themselves in them, while they feed from what the humans leave.

SEXES

MALE
This is the so-called Twilight Zone, children. This is where normal things don't happen very often. The male of the species gives off a strong scent, perhaps to defend itself from intruders, or perhaps to attract further victims. It's stained with urine and the toilet bowls are unflushed. It is marked by vandalism as camouflage. It has the distinct feature of the Urinal, for only male humans are able to use such devices. The Gasoline Station variety has the reputation of being filthly and horrible, and they live up to this reputation. Surely, this beast is prepared for anything.

FEMALE
Little is known about the female of the Public Toilet. It is said to be the meeting place of female homo sapiens to exchange information(read: gossip) and to add colour to their facial features. It smells better than the male toilet, but nonetheless, it is still subject to the same conditions as the males. It lacks the Urinal, for female humans do not have the adequate organs to urinate standing up.

[EDIT]:
As people from Facebook's Goth Group pointed out, females may lack the organs, but are still capable of urinating standing up.
I believe them now. They've got proof.
Here's the video:


USES AND FUNCTIONS

The Public Toilet is mainly used by humans for the expulsion of body wastes, whilst in the vicinity of a public area. It acts as a foster Toilet already found in the human home.
In rare cases, the Public Toilet is used as a changing room, or an area for sexual activities, or as a canvass of graffiti that the Toilet, in turn, uses as protection.

This journey will continue by request.