Saw How to Lose Friends and Alienate People over the weekend and concluded that Megan Fox is the ultimate babe. Clothe her in rags like in Transformers, she’s a forest fire. Dress her in evening gown, she becomes royalty.

Dress her in evening gown and make her jump into a pool, I collapse from sheer lust.

Also saw Courage Under Fire and Almost Famous, which I think is one of the best rock n’ roll movies ever made, probably up there with School of Rock. (Who could forget Jack Black’s incendiary speech about how rock n’ roll is all about “sticking it to The Man”?)

Indeed: movies. And guitar practice and The Datsuns and Kerouac’s Lonesome Traveler. That’s how I spent the Lenten Break. Now it’s back to the salt mines and routines and whole groggy midnights of spacing out.

Stick it to The Man, why not? Or better yet, stick it to Megan Fox. She left me gasping for more.


new ‘do

Charmaine says my new hair reminds her of Gavin Rossdale. I look at the mirror and see Charles Manson. Whatever. My hair have never been this short in four years… and it takes getting used to. I’m already missing my ponytail days.

Meanwhile, the Holy Week is here. As with the previous ones I’ve no plans but to stay at home and hibernate. I’ve work until Maundy Thursday anyway, will have my regular two-day break on Good Friday and Black Saturday, and then back to the salt mines again on Easter Sunday. You fuckers on beaches should consider your blessings.

By the way, forget my previous entry about That shit’s a hoax, some dingbat’s idea of an April Fools joke. Can’t believe the Blabbermouth guys and I got sucked into it like flies to fresh turd, but so what? I meant what I said there anyway, about metal music and this country and the fact that they can never be chums.


metalI know very well that heavy metal music – like liberal attitude toward sex – is not as popular in the Philippines as it is in Europe.

I know very well that local authorities tend to look down at heavy metal listeners and musicians as dope freaks and Satan worshipers.

It know for a fact that it will be a cold day in hell before the local music industry gives heavy metal the respect it deserves.

But this is still too much. And I’m very fucking pissed off… so pissed I’m thinking of raping somebody’s daughter, butchering her, and offering her body to the Horned One.