Boy are stupid. Throw rocks at them.

I just had to. It's so cute and funny. Right? I featured this shirt here.

I don't mean that I believe boys are stupid, uh-- all the time. They have their moments. They can be adorably stupid at times and fucking dense the next. But hey, I can't help but love them despite their imperfections. I reckon that's what makes them interesting to relate to.

So, please ladies. Let's not throw rocks at them. Oh, alright. Sometimes. Teehee.

You Up for Speed?

I'm not referring to the pill, dammit!

Then again, it would have been a better choice than the one that I'm going to tell you about. Nah. I'm just kidding. I say no to drugs. Hahaha.

So what am I really talking about anyway? Well, it's that thing I mentioned in an earlier post about the guy I went out with. Thinking about the guy gives me the creeps. Eeew. Anyhoo, I said something about saving the story on how I met him, exactly. Uh, yea... the word, Speed, has something to with it. Can't you guess?

Oh, alright. It's Speed Dating.

What is Speed Dating?

Speed dating is a popularized form of hooking-up in our ever so busy lifestyle. Do you recall a scene from the movie, Hitch, where Will Smith barged in a room full of people, men and women seated across each other, just to talk to Eva Mendes? It was a Speed Dating event.

Can you imagine meeting a number of total strangers and being forced to make a choice after having been given the chance to talk to him/her in certain number of minutes, in my case it was 5 minutes? Talk about dating in the fastlane. It can be likened to agreeing to go out with someone who came up to you in a club. I think the latter is a much better option since he/she may have bought you a drink or two just to talk to you. Unlike the former, where you're required to pay a fee for participating and chances are, you might end up spending 5 hours of your weekend meeting a bunch of guys whom you'd likely never be interested in dating in the first place. Bleh.

Okay, I might be a little harsh on the whole thing. I'm sure some people out there are so glad that this dating phenomenon came around their vicinity.

Why participate then?

It simple really. I'm new in town so what better way to jumpstart my social network? Hahaha. Besides, I went there to play and not be played. Teeheehee. Seriously, it was my sister's idea for a blog topic. I'm the guinea pig since I'm single and she's not. She asked me if I wanted to participate, I just said, "Why not?" There you go.

Were you able to hook up with anyone?

Honestly, I chose three guys out of respect for the organizers. These guys were pretty okay to talk to so I ticked the "yes" box beside their names. I'm not interested to see them romantically, though. Ugh.

To answer the question, yes, I did go out with one guy who asked me out. And no, I'm not going to see him again. Hahaha.

Any funny experience?

The entire thing was hilarious! Whenever I would see a guy approach my table, I really wanted to shout, "Next!" But of course, I was polite and just made the most out of it. Hahaha.

Your most memorable moment then?

Good question. Aha. I know. It was when this tough looking guy sat across me and then after the exchange of names, he went on a tirade of how much he disliked people who judge others poorly. He went on about it, basically telling me that he's one unhappy person. He's even wondering why no one's interested in him. He has lots to offer, he said.

That's one big chip on his shoulder, I thought. I got scared a bit because he was really upset, you see. Though, in the end, I acted like his psychiatrist and asked questions like, "And how do you feel about that?" Teehee. Before the 5 minutes were up, I was able to give him one advise, which is, for him to always look at life positively and always wear a smile. Good, huh?

The guy clearly had a ton of baggages and didn't have a clue that he shouldn't bring it and dump it on his date. I think he should be signed up for Dating for Dummies.

Any last thoughts about the experience you want to share?

It's fun and funny at the same time. It's a great way to explore the dating scene. Word of caution, though, don't take it too seriously. Don't be naive as to think that guys here are going to be a lot more honest and less pretentious. Chances of finding a great guy through this medium is as slim as bumping into him in the supermarket. And yea, I prefer the romance of chance encounters over human-orchestrated meetings.

Love will find you no matter what so just continue doing whatever that is that you do and keep believing that it is written in your stars.

Meet the Current Man in my Life!

I met him in Adelaide Airport, 4 months and 9 days ago. It was love at first sight. I knew I was going to love him forever.

I met him when he was only 19 months and 22 days old. He barely could talk then but amazed me this morning when he said "I love you, Tuta." Awww. He can string words together now. Even if he still calls me "Tuta", which translates to puppy in English, instead of "Tita", which means Aunt.

Well, okay. He's the current young man in my life. He's my sweet and adorable nephew. I'm sure people who know me best would tease me mercilessly about my choices in men, particularly, what age range they belong in. Bleh. Like I can control who are attrated to me, right?

Alright. Issue dropped.


Cameron Matthew. It's his birthday today. He just turned two.

Happy Birthday, Baba! "Tuta" loves you, too!

Major League Balls

It's a 7:36 a.m., Tuesday. The idea of spending the day blogging is dwarfed by the reality that I am in the middle of so many things that needs to be done.

But before anything else, I just want to bitch about something. I had lunch with my friends last Sunday. Don't get me wrong, I had a great time catching up with them. It was just a major case of guy-bashing that went on. Not to mention that some of past relationships were brought up. Ugh. Once again, I sadly am not going to provide the nasty details, however, you are always free to speculate. Hehehe.

I hate liars. I hate insecure men. I despise spineless sons of bitches. Go run back to your mum and tell her how this biotch is dissing you. Sheesh. I reckon you missed that class where they taught males how to be real men. No. Scratch that. Doesn't it come from common sense?

He's got some major league balls. Bleh. Ha. If only he knew what it was really for! Yea, decorative purposes. Tsssch.

Enough about that. Anyway, like I said, I had a great time. I learned a lot, which are mostly insights that reinforce the reason why I'm not in a relationship. Teehee. Of course, I'm kidding. I firmly believe in exceptions and possibilities are there all you have to do is be aware of who you are and what you want. So, no worries, mate. =)

Live for the moment, I'd constantly remind myself. Tomorrow will take care of itself. You've got your hands full right now, anyway.

Blog Make Over

I'm in the process of changing my blog's look since I have a zero lovelife.

Eh.

Like it really matters. Hahaha.

Seriously, though. I've been bugging myself to come up with a good blog layout. So, I've been messing around the template these past few days. Believe me, it's frustrating the hell out of me. Like what happened earlier, I was in the middle of inputing the changes in the template and my PC chose that moment to freeze on me. I was, like, no. No. NO! I haven't saved the changes yet! But yes, it shut down and re-started despite all my pleadings. Argh. Stupid piece of machine. Pfft. I had to do everything again. Good thing I was able to save all the stuff I've made in Photoshop or else I'd be pulling my hair off my scalp. Strand by strand.

If only I'm as knowledgeable in the whole dating and relationships thing as I am with using the PC then life would be so much simpler. Hehehe. On second thought, perhaps it just mirrors how I am about the love thing.

Oh, well. I can't have everything. I mean, I truly believe in equal and fair distribution. Otherwise, I wouldn't be blogging about all these. Teeheehee.

Call me a lunatic, why don't you?

You'll be reading an entry that contains words and opinions, fictional or otherwise, which may cause offense. You are still free to cease reading my blog, you know. Anyway, you've been warned.

I despise you. I never knew I could despise someone as much as I despise you. You have the audacity to utter godly phrases so soon after an ungodly act. I hope you suffer an esophagus blockage while I write this, you hypocrite.

Crazy, huh? I hate how some people classify other people without giving credit to who they really are. This roll of quarters of a guy claims to have a standard for women he dates and he seems to want to be seen with the right kind of people. Horse shit!

To hell with classes and ethnicity. Does it really matter? If it does then why don't you just stick with the girls who share the same pie-hole as you and just quit messing with me! I know. I know. We're not dating. Thank god for that! How's your half-breed anyway? I'm sure in your head, you're still the dawg.

Fuck! I think I should see a doctor and have my head examined. I'm going nuts!

Hot and Cold. Choose, dammit!

Let's call him Travis. Please don't laugh!

I met Travis a couple of months ago. I knew he was interested, how much, I really don't know but he was. No, really. He went out of his way to talk to me. At least, he did try to find a topic, which he can talk to me about, that is. It was a lame conversation but I appreciated the gesture. Even if he did, somewhat, try to initiate body contact --- that didn't fall through, anyway. Hehehe.

Okay, I didn't really find him attractive but I just figured that perhaps we can be friends, at least. No harm in thinking that, right? Anyway, I did get to see Travis again in the city one day. He remembered who I was and said hello. However, he quickly walked away after that, leaving a confused Sasha behind.

That's it? I asked myself. Oh, well. Nevermind then. That was weird. Last time he was interested then I get a brush off? Eh. And they say women are fickle. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

It's just funny that it even came to mind today. Totally weird.

Note to my sister: Quit teasing! Hahaha.

I can't make you love me.

It's true what the song said, "I can't make you love me, if you don't." I forget who sang it or it's exact title, it just popped into my head. It is true.

You simply cannot make someone love you if he or she doesn't. Period.

Yes, I'm talking about you, silly.

Crush-less State of Being

My brother and I were conversing over something he was doing on one of those networking sites available online when it hit me that I still have yet to tease him about his current usage of the said site just because of some girl that I happen to introduce to him a couple of months ago. Hehehe. Well, that's what I was accusing him of. But, of course, I was only teasing.

He said something to me, which I now forget, but I do remember that it made me think of my current state of not crushing on anyone. I find it a bit odd, really. Why? Well, I usually find someone to crush on somehow. However, I reckon this is brought about by my lack of interaction with the outside world. I'm completely out of touch with everything else. No parties or clubbing, not even hanging out with my girlfriends! Ugh. How sad can a social life get?

Uh, well... does crushing on a celebrity count? I currently do have a crush on Harry Kewell. He's a Footballer and he is adorable.

Anyway, it's just been really weird. Tsssch.

Childhood Sweethearts

I recently watched a re-run of the movie, 13 Going On 30, which stars Jennifer Garner on HBO and it made me think about how real it can be to have and keep feelings you have for someone you met when you were 13 years old. I'm trying to recall what I was like when I was thirteen. Was I thinking about boys back then? Hmmm.. Oh, sure I had crushes but I was more like one of the boys than anything else. That's probably why I had my first boyfriend when I was nineteen and my first kiss, twenty. Hahaha.

Going back, I really am interested to know if it's really possible, meeting and keeping the man you are destined to marry, at an early age of thirteen til your thirty. Come to think of it, it's really sweet. Imagine, your guy-friend turned bestfriend then boyfriend, finally becomes your husband. If my math's right, you'd have known each other for 17 years, more than half your lives by the time you guys get married! Dear me. That's info overload, don't you think?

One part of the movie that I liked was when Jenna (Jennifer Garner) had a talk with her mom over breakfast about wanting to change a past to correct a mistake and whether her mom would take an opportunity to do such a thing if it's presented to her.

Her mom simply answered "No" then supported it with the reason that if she did try to change anything from her past, it will fail to give her the opportunity to make things better after learning from the mistakes she has made in the past.

Having made that point, it's funny how they still ended up giving Jenna a chance to change hers, thus, marrying her childhood sweetheart. Oh, well. Who doesn't enjoy a happy ending, anyway?

If only life works out the way it does in the movies. Teeheehee.