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.