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Ahh… the smell of corporate coffee.
Top 5 for the week:
1. CAUSE DISARRAY – by Galneryus
2. Torpedo – by Eraserheads
3. Uchuu ni Saku – by Lisa Komine
4. Kasumi – by Viored
5. Forbidden – by Moi dix Mois
Most Americans now are throwing their support behind Barack Obama’s bandwagon. And why not? He’s blacker than Michael Jackson, he’s more charismatic than Bush, and probably more smarter than your average black rap artist. And I’m far from being rude at this point. As a foreign observer, I think Senator McCain’s in a whole lot of trouble. Actually, if Hillary had clinched the Democrat nomination, McCain’s in luck because it will be an even playing field. But Barack brings something else; Sexists are as dead as… dead. And soon, if Barack eventually wins the White House lottery, racists will be dead.
The White House has literally been the House of the Whites. From Washington to Bush, all of the are undeniably as white as Michael Jackson. The black Americans, though not the original inhabitants of the US, slowly creeped out of seclusion and eventually integrated themselves into almost every (emphasize “every”) aspect of the American culture usually dominated by whites; black businessmen, black basketball players, black golfers, black politicians, black actors, black teachers, almost everything except “black president”. Barack fits the bill, but he reminds me of coffee with cream. He could be the Golden Gate that bridges the past and the future of America, and most Americans are sick of war and wants a whole lotta damn change. McCain needs to soak up lots and lots of charisma now. Barack has loads, and the truth hurts for McCain: he has nothing to offer to Americans. Obama will have 99 problems (and McCain ain’t one).
Now America, can you smell what Ba-Rack is cookin?
The only question that remains to be answered is: Who will be Barack’s vice presidential running mate? But I have a gut feeling that there’s a 20% chance it will be the HillRod, and 70% it will be a lady politician. I wouldn’t be surprised if Condoleeza Rice will step up to the plate.
From the NBA Finals Game 2 and 4 standpoint, the biggest difference makers would be the bench players.
Take for example, Leon Powe. Nobody from the Lakers coaching staff had any inkling that Leon Powe would score more points than Kevin Garnett. PJ Brown played solid minutes in lieu of Kendrick Perkins’ foul troubles. Sasha Vujacic and Vladimir Radmanovic engineered a late-game comeback anchored on booming three-point shots.
Sure, Kobe Bryant will always score big, given the pageantry and stakes that the Finals offer. After all, the Shaq is gone. Pau Gasol will always be that Spanish pain-in-the-butt for Doc Rivers’ defensive players. Boston’s Big Three will score more than 40 points combined given the opportunity to wear championship bling.
The starters will always negate each other in this tightly-wound contest (except Rajon Rondo who’s matchup with Derek Fisher is a big mismatch). And, when they do, the bench comes into play.
Currently, Phil Jackson’s gamble of breaking up his “Mob Squad” of role players (Walton, Vujacic, et al) in different defensive assignments have failed. Doc River’s gamble of playing a grizzled veteran and a sophomore (Leon Powe and PJ Brown) together has worked wonders.
Now Boston is up by 3-1. Lakers fans are now in trouble because it will be hard to stop Boston’s depraved (of rings) Big Three.
Last Tuesday’s the first day of school for many Filipino primary and secondary students. And goddamn, what traffic it caused.
I had to wake up at 430AM just to beat the traffic. And right now I’m taking sips of Zero Cal just to keep me preppy for any programming douchebag that come my way.
But I still remember vividly my high school and college days of the so-called “first day of the school year”. New faces, new teachers, new sublects. The only thing that’s not new is the atmosphere, the “getting-to-know-you” smell in the air, more akin to the fatal attraction of a pheromone wiff.
But in college, I stopped going to the “first day of school” since first year. After all, “first day” is for freshman suckers who want a fast educational f**k.
Major announcement for all concerned Filipinos who love their country:
The ZTE scandal is now practically a dead subject.
Thank God. *hallelujah* Now Senate, go back to work.
The Filipino public transportation buses nowadays feature TVs, and some actually had the cash to install LCD Flat TVs in their bus! Thank God too for technology and the generosity of these transportation sectors.
By the way, public jeepneys only have stereos. At the blasting volumes only appreciated by Africans.
Most of the buses also have DVD players installed with their unit. Cool. For the next 1 1/2 hours of sitting my butt out at the bus, there’s something that I can watch for a bit of amusement.
So far these DVD titles are the ones I saw already:
Snakes on a Plane (the one with Samuel L. Jackson)
Scary Movie 2 and 3
Epic Movie
Mulan
Shaolin Soccer
For the Love of a King
The Man in the Iron Mask (the one with DiCaprio’s godawful hairdo)
28 Weeks Later
8 Mile
(one certain Dolf Lundgren movie… dunno title)
Pulp Fiction (yeah baby! Tarantino flicks rule)
Erin Brockovich
Cruel Intentions
Once Upon A Time In Mexico
Romeo Must Die
Bodyguard from Beijing
The Forbidden Kingdom
The Pankake Festival (the Linkin Park DVD)
Padre Kalibre (translated: Pistol Priest)
Baby Ama II
The only one I actually really want to be shown in the bus is “Speed II”… you know, the one with Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock inside a speeding bus.
I’m now rediscovering old “Dead End” and “Psycho le Cemu” songs.
They’re old Japanese rock bands, BTW.
Now I’m riveting and rolling my eyes around this office I’m in and try to find some unusual things (it’s evident I’m quite bored except that jolt of activity involving ASP.NET and AJAX)…
– Green Cross Rubbing Alcohol (way too sanitary… avoiding viruses maybe? is mcafee weak?)
– C2 Lemon-flavored chilled green tea drink (softdrinks are on the way to the dumps)
– Tumblers
Way too many office workers now favor the use of a personal tumbler. After all, avoiding an indirect kiss is one reason. Sanitation is another. I actually don’t have a tumbler. I prefer buying a Zero Cal PET bottle at the nearest 7-11 and reuse it as a water bottle for the day.
– Balloons (party time?)
– Jackets
I know, I know. I’m in an airconditioned office. Jackets should be fine here. But I’m an extinct species; I’m not comfortable with polyester-based insulators. See, at UST we had some really badass aircondition machines. They’re not that new (I checked one last Feb and they’re circa 2002… whoa!) but the way they blow is another. Some even spit ice chips on us during class! Too cold. And if you’re accustomed to that for four damn years, I grew skin that’s impervious to 18-degree aircon temperatures. Heck, even if I wore loosefits like a sando or a XXL t-shirt I would still be comfortable.
The only drawback is that I’m unaccustomed to 30-degree temperatures outside the office. Way hot.
– Headphones (the really big ones)
One guy here have a wireless Bluetooth-based set of kickass blue headphones.
– Nutrasweet No-Cal Sugar
Oh dear. Diet?
Actually, for me, diet is a sadistic bitch. No, not the Japanese Diet. The diet where you’re laden with sets of rules like don’t-eat-this-and-that sort of thing.
I don’t believe in diets. One British chef (I think his name’s Nigel) convinced me that diets are just tools of people who earn cash by seeing others grunge on garbage. Atkins diet, South Beach diet, no-sugar diet, they all plain suck.
Nigel explained that watching your intake and taking the stairs (meaning light exercise) works a lot. Let me explain.
Sometimes people eat for no reason at all. This means that the body sometimes trigger brain signals for being a bit peckish on the side, or just being plain dehydrated. So one should watch his body signals if he is that hungry, or he just needs a glass of water (fruit juice and/or tea is fine). Sometimes we are actually thirsty due to daily perspiration, but that doesn’t translate to being hungry. So the old adage of 8 glasses of water a day is met, and that’s good.
Light exercise doesn’t involve the usual gym shit. I don’t discourage gym buffs, I just want to explain that having a six-pack abdomen is never a NEED for a human being. It’s a simple want.
The “exercise” can involve plain walking, jogging and avoiding the stairs (for 10 floors and below only). Swimming is also good, and morning calisthenics is also great.
I follow what I say; I seldom take stairs, I drink a lot of H2O. The only drawback (and all diets have drawbacks) of this regimen is the constant trips to the urinals.
– Calendars
– Lots more of rubbing alcohol
– Hair Gel
Is a man’s hair so unstable that one has to bring hair gel to work? Heh.
Briathrail // Albert 2MNG 
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