1 vs. 100

In relationships, there's this common denominator nicknamed chemistry, which is simply being congruous, or having harmony between two parties or a group. And since I'm severely prone to being extra argumentative, I have accepted the fact that this lame harmony thing is like oil to my water. We just can't jive.

That's why I don't have a best friend. I have countless friends, a favorite cousin, a 7-pc barkada, and a gay childhood friend who I call my bff, just for the sake of it. But none of them is truly my best friend. I had one once, but I eventually lost her because of my being possessive. Since then, I have feared engaging myself in a very convenient friendship, for fear that my ways couldn't resist the urge to argue again.

Same thing with family. If I get myself into a domestic squabble, even if I'd always want to quickly get out of it, I'd impetuosly draw more anger into it, and inadvertently end up being hurt and hurting them too. It's even scary how obloquious the arguments become, when all you initially wanted was just to explain yourself. And you still end up always misunderstood.

And don't you just know it when a certain person doesn't like you, even if you've only met once, or even if it's just another random stranger you crossed path with in the blogging world. Your guts just tell you when you're being annoying, although you know you couldn't be nicer, and had done nothing to offend them or their individuality.

Thank God that there are still people who choose to stick by me, and I'm no less than glad. I still don't think I'm that difficult of a person. I may be bitchy, but difficult? Overstatement. Hell, I even go out of my way just to be sincerely friendly, generous and forgiving, even if it means swallowing my monster pride. So the fact that I'm not likeable enough, and that there are still people who perceive me degradingly, somehow worries me. And it's quite pathetic that all I can do about it is swear, sometimes cry, and be my old pissed self.

I know this sounds like a Seventeen letter from a struggling highschooler, but whatever. I just had to get it off my chest. Damn, am I infuriated these past few days or what. Umm. I think I'm gonna need a beer. Now if you'll excuse me...

Fedtard attack!

This post will go down as one of the bitchiest entries you could ever possibly read in this blog. I'm supposed to be done with getting pissed about it, since it's apparently not all that big of a deal, but I'm still not. And obviously, there's no better way for me to channel this overflowing fury other than to bitchwrite about it. So let's get this going.


Are you fuckin' kidding me?

Ok, first of all, I think Dwyane Wade is awesome. We all know the story about last season, and it was all great (yes, despite the phantom calls against my Mavs). But for him to be the recipient of this accolade sounds like a complete joke to my ears. Don't be misled though, I think the guy is a great basketball player, it's just that, my understanding of this award was it's supposed to be given to the best athlete slash sportsman in the world, on and off the court/field/ring, and there's no way I would have named Dwyane Wade that.

To start with, how can it be possible for Sports Illustrated not to give this then-prestigious recognition to somebody who's vastly dominating the sport of Tennis over the past three years? I mean, it can't be any clearer. Roger Federer IS the best athlete in the world today, and/or possibly EVER, and any sports analyst, who are in their right mind, would definitely agree with me, one way or another. He won three of the four slams this year, including Wimbledon for the FOURTH straight year, made the French Open finals, won more than 10 titles for the third consecutive year (open era record), cruised his way through his third Tennis Masters Cup title, and evidently, has just been leaving marks of his legacy in the history books.

And yet again, The 3-time US Open champ gets undeservingly snubbed by the American media.

"This award has always stood for more than the victory alone. It recognizes the manner of an athlete's striving and the quality of his or her efforts. Dwyane embodies that winning spirit by playing for his team, not himself, and by working in the community to ensure young people have the chance to realize their own dreams." - Sports Illustrated Group Editor, Terry McDonell ..... And you don't give the UNICEF Goodwill Ambassador the freakin' award??? Who are you kidding?!!

And honestly, Vince Young did more for the Longhorns than Wade for Miami. And it could've made more sense if the thing went to Lance Armstrong, who battled his way through cancer, or the New Orleans Saints' momentous comeback after the Katrina catastrophe. There's more out there than a commercially marketable Dwyane Wade, but unfortunately, the publication has turned a blind eye on it and refused to give recognition to the best athlete there is, nor even the most inspiring stories of the year.

But to end this animosity-filled entry, that only a few of you might understand anyway, let me go back to my enraged Fedtard attack... Roger Federer displayed three seasons of superiority and sheer perfection the world of sports hasn't seen in a long time. While Dwyane Wade, your Sportsman of the year, could barely hold an excellent playoff - in a team of five, with a coach on court, and officials who're accustomed of treating him like a baby.

Yes, I know all about Wade although I've never heard of him until the 2006 NBA Finals.

Anong 'pake' mo?

Another fucked up portion of my polluted organism.

For sure, a lot of us, if not all, at one point in our lives, have intruded somebody else's individuality, may it be on purpose or unintended. However, the other end can only take too much of tresspasing, naturally. I personally HATE it when somebody messes with my stuff, let alone my character, my whole being. In a little way, it somehow frustrates me too, because I would clearly think of a modus of how I can make this certain person not loathe an established part of me, and restrict him or her from needlessly commenting on my lifestyle.

Allow me to give you a concrete example.

The World Cup. FIFA. It was a craze a couple of months back. I never watched soccer that religiously (at all, even) in my life, hence the disturbance some people I know got induced by. I question their being so concern, when nothing about soccer can even seriously jeopardize my life. OK. I admit that I got myself into that sport initially because of some delicious visuals on the field. However, through the course of the tournament, I have learned the rules, the fouls, and basically everything about it just by watching the damn thing. I'm being defensive, I know. It bothers me how somebody can even be so intrigued by how quick my adoption of the fanaticism was. And it annoys the heck out of me, how eager they investigate on your obsession's history. Yes, I may have jumped on a certain bandwagon or two. But what is wrong with that? It's a matter of choice to begin with, and I simply enjoy the experiences it hauls. Yes, and the "I know everything about 'this' now" feeling that comes along with it. This is just a tiny piece of a little percentage that I smile about each day, and yet it's still incalculably disheartening to have these numbskulls predatorily cause a quietly happy person feel miserable about her choices. Only because she luxuriates in the simplest, craziest, and most random things.

I'm not only disgruntling about the above mentioned, that is just too shallow for a blog entry. But theoretically, many other fields of my personage that these idiots perseveringly and dedicatedly try to further examine on, and potentially decimate. Now I know how it must feel to be a celebrity, unwantedly bombarded by the objectionable behavior besetting your entity.

I can only take too much intermeddling, pestering, and sniveling, right? Gosh. I love my life.

You're so arte.

Let me tell you something. TAG-LISH annoys the heck out of me. Especially, when they're being uttered and/or scribbled by female, or even male, teenagers who act like they know their shit. Well, unfortunately, for reals, they don't.

Kris Aquino: You had two atras powers, why didn't you use it?
Girl 1: I don't want to make paatras e. Kasi it's unfair.
Kris Aquino: Well, it's in the rules, and it's part of the game.

And then she mumbles, "...because I don't want to...uhm *gestures atras*", as Kris Aquino finishes the sentence for her. Mahirap ba sabihin, "...because I don't want to offend anybody"? Gee. Sooo elementary.

Like when people say, "tawagan mo na lang me", or "kasi it's so mainit e". I could only cringe in irate. Is it that hard to say, "tawagan mo na lang ako", or "because it's too hot"? Man, it sounds terribly stupid to me. I'm sorry. But seriously. If you don't know how to speak the language fluently, then don't speak it at all! Besides, you're in the Philippines, mag-Tagalog ka na lang, 'neng!