In case your mind is reeling at the hellish spectacle of this Lovecraftian horror, it’s the original PBB Housemates in a pocketbook called Pinoy Big Brother True Horror Stories. Curse the cruel gods that gave you sight as you pluck out your eyes if you must-- however much you punish your body, though, nothing you do can match the defilement to which I had to subject the temple of my flesh in the process of begetting this howling filth.
And so I plod on in my whoredom, which is the reason why I haven’t been blogging much lately. Come to think of it, I haven’t been doing much of anything else lately except beat script deadlines. My PS2 is growing moss in my living room, I have a ton of unread books slowly being devoured by silverfish on my bedside table, and I’ve forgotten what a movie looks like. Right now I have about a hundred script sequences to finish and that begs me to ask: why am I here writing this post for your entertainment? I'm on a crunch of sorts so screw your entertainment-- I have to go back to work.
As a consolation, though, let me leave you with this little story my college buddy Carlo wrote:
Once, there lived a guy named Randy. He was a bohemian, with long, black hair and glasses. He worked as a writer for a television station. One weekend, being stressed out from work, he decided to go fishing. He caught nothing the whole day and was ready to pack his things up when something bit his line. He reeled it in and saw that it was a magnificent fish, about a foot long and covered with golden scales. To Randy’s amazement, the fish spoke to him. The fish told him that if he, Randy, released the fish back into the lake, he would get three wishes. Randy, being a kind hearted young (relatively speaking) man, released the fish back into the lake. The fish kept its promise and asked Randy from the lake what his first wish was. Randy answered that he wanted material wealth. Suddenly, Randy felt something in his pocket. When he pulled it out, he saw that it was a bankbook in his name with a billion USD in it. The fish asked for his second wish. Randy asked for an end to world conflict. A newspaper appeared at his feet and when he picked it up, he saw that there was already world peace. The fish asked for Randy’s third wish. He asked for someone that would love him for what he was. The fish then said goodbye and swam to the depths of the lake. He heard footsteps behind him and when he turned around, he saw the love of his life and they lived happily ever after.
Carlo, because I am your friend I feel compelled to tell you to stop smoking crack. Also, who the fuck is Randy? That is by far the gayest name I’ve ever come across in this here the internet.