Sunday, June 20, 2004

In Case You Forgot

It's Father's Day today, y'all. Props to all tha pops in tha world, especially my own.

And if I'm lucky (and I train, say my prayers, eat my vitamins, and be kind to little gurls), five years from now kasama na 'ko sa babatiin sa araw na 'to.

Wednesday, June 16, 2004


A few minutes ago the Detroit Pistons routed the Los Angeles Lakers 100-87 to win the NBA championship, 4 games to 1.

Like every Laker fan I'm disappointed. But the better team clearly won here. How did the Pistons do it? Let me count the ways:

Teamwork. Starters Rasheed Wallace, Ben Wallace, Rip Hamilton, Tayshaun Prince and Chauncey Billups were all equally awesome. Relievers like Lindsey Hunter and Elden Campbell also contributed quality minutes.

Defense. In their four losses the Lakers scored a measly 77.5 points per game. In their only win they scored 99 points. The Pistons, meanwhile, averaged 90.8 points per game.

Hunger. The Lakers had experience. They knew how to win championships. But as the kings of the hill, they were a bit complacent. The Pistons simply wanted it more. That desire showed at both ends of the court.

Consistency. Shaquille O'Neal and Kobe Bryant showed up to play but the rest of the Lakers didn't. Gary Payton, Devean George, Gerek Fisher and Stanislav Medvedenko simply sucked. The Laker bench's lack of depth was exposed, so expect drastic roster changes in the off-season.

Injury. Karl Malone was one of the few Lakers who played defense. He guarded Tim Duncan, the 2003 MVP, in the Western Conference semifinals. He guarded Kevin Garnett, the 2004 MVP, in the Conference finals. When he re-injured his knee early in the NBA finals, he became a liability. He'll retire without a championship.

Coaching. Larry Brown out-coached Phil Jackson. He was able to rally his players in crucial stretches of the series, especially after that tragic Game 2 overtime loss. Brown knew how to build up his troops' confidence. The Pistons weren't intimidated at all by the big, bad Lakers in this series, and their coach had a lot to do with it.

Long story short, Lakers lose. Better luck next year.

Too Old For Rock And Roll

Two nights ago I told J I stopped smoking because of the Linkin Park song "Breaking the Habit" (key lyrics: I don't know how I got this way/I know it's not alright/So I'm breaking the habit/I'm breaking the habit/ Tonight).

Pathetic, he said.

But yesterday he pulled off a summoning charm Hermione would be envious of and scored a pair of front-row tickets to last night's Linkin Park concert at the Cultural Center of the Philippines open grounds.

I'm not really a Linkin fan (tsibog sila sa Slipknot o kaya sa Korn) but since the tickets were free...

There were a lot of people, most of whom were under twenty, and they knew all the lyrics! Kami chorus lang, minsan mali pa. But nobody minded (or heard). We left the slam-dancing to the kids, though, and the flashing to the brave lady out in front.

Linkin Park sure knows how to make shout-along choruses. After ninety minutes and eighteen songs, our ears were ringing. It was a baptism of melodic noise.

Monday, June 7, 2004

I Think I Found It

Notice that I didn't say "I think I got it." But I've crossed all that can be crossed.

The job entails a lot of traveling and working with kids in the course of implementing a nationwide reading program. It's a real dream job. I couldn't sleep the night I learned about it and I was very excited to submit my resume.

Last night J said not to blog about it. I might jinx myself daw.

. I only need an interview.

Wednesday, June 2, 2004

Bach Like Johann Sebastian

I've been in the Metro since Thursday. I have to find work! This time perhaps the hunt will be easier since I already know my non-negotiables:
1. The workplace must be near Marikina, or must not be in Makati
2. The call time must not be earlier than 9 a.m.
3. There must be no dress code
But first things first.

Bianca's Coffeeheads had its formal opening last night. Toto played so J, Camille, Syd, and I went. Afterwards we closed Katip's, just like old times.