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.