Friendsterization

FROM LOVERS to FRIENDS

FROM LOVERS to FRIENDS in many relationships that don't end in marriage (well actually even then), there usually is a time when you have to say "hasta la vista baby." the two of you have shared memories together that when you look back upon, you will either laugh or cry. but whatever that memory might be, once a relationship ends, it's time to say "thanks" or "no thanks" for everything and move on. but somewhere along the line, there's always the "let's remain friends" compromise to many breakups. it's the much gentler way of saying, "hey, you're not that bad. it's not you. it's me.  but look, i still want to be friends with you." *smile* the question that my friends and i discuss a lot is: can you be good friends with your ex? ok. let's face it. whenever there's a breakup, it's usually never mutual. usually one person is the one that causes or initiates the breakup and is labeled "heartbreaker", while the other person is left hurting and dwelling on the breakup for weeks on end. ok. i admit. even the heartbreaker could hurt too, but usually the one who initiated the breakup moves on faster than the one who didn't. after having meditated and burned incense on this question, my friends and i have come to the conclusion that NO, it's very rare for many people to become truly good friends with their ex's. take me for example. although my ex and i agreed that we would be good friends, we're really not. sure, i get a greeting on my birthday and during the holidays and i just greeted him on his birthday, but those are about the only times we communicate. and i actually prefer it this way. i'm sure he and his wife now does too. however, i have a friend whose boyfriend and his ex have become best friends instead. whoa! yes. it's true. it can be done. but, when your ex is your best friend and you tell your best friend things about your current relationship, hmm, you could land yourself in a heap of mess. so why can't ex's remain friends? here's some reasons i've read on why the can't: there's always a heartbreaker and the heartbreakee. same as mentioned above. you know what they look like underneath all those clothes. you've seen each other naked. whenever you smell their special perfume or cologne, or whenever you hear music that was special to the both of you, you're always going to remember that person and the things you used to do together ( ie, make love, make-out, etc) you can't divulge intimate details about your current relationship to your ex. it would just be wrong for you to tell your ex you just had the greatest sex of your life with someone else. bitterness comes into play. an ex can pretend to be a friend, but deep down they'd rather see you and your current partner dead (jk). jealousy. seriously - who really likes seeing their ex being lovey dovey with someone else anyway? CAN YOU BE GOOD FRIENDS WITH YOUR EX? you guys tell  me.

So, Daph, Yes, I still have real boobs

Yes, I still have real boobs hmmmmmmm..... more confessions. anyone read the US Weekly magazine issue this month with Ashlee Simpson's surgical transformation on the cover. Crrrazy. It's her but at the same time it's not. is cosmetic/plastic surgery become so commonplace now? it seems like there is nothing we cannot add, take out, nip, tuck, or whatever these days. the question really now becomes, would i ever have anything done? the biggest issue with women other than weight seems to be the boobies. oh it's too small, too big, too high, too low, my nipples are too large, too dark, omg i have no nipples, and the list just goes on and on. we women are so harsh on ourselves. so i would like you all to know that i looooove my girls! yes, i admit it, i call my boobies, the girls. my girls are not the most perfect or most beautiful girls in the world, i admit. but i think they are rather cute. they're not too big or too small. gravity has not hit them yet. they bounce every now and then, depending on what i am doing. they point up and get perky sometimes even when i do not cheer them on. so yeah, to answer the question i posed for myself, i do not think i would get the boobs done anytime soon. however, i have been thinking that maybe when i am more advanced in years and i have wrinkles to show for it, i would probably have a face lift done or something. simply because i am vain in that way. i'll be one of those women who you will go around saying "i cant smile because of my surgery but hey, at least i look good!" i think i will always want to look as young and as refreshed as i do now. but who knows, i might look better as i get older (praying - haha) and i might not want to change a thing.   WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK OF SURGICAL ENHANCEMENTS? HAVE ANY OF YOU EVER HAD ANYTHING DONE and CAN SHARE YOUR STORY? i would very much like to hear. brb - gonna go grab some popcorn chicken

OMG, THAT WAS REALLY NASTY!

OMG, THAT WAS REALLY NASTY! the other day, i was drinking water and i felt a squishy thing land on my tongue. i thought, uh-oh, that was weird. that was not supposed to be there. so stupid me, i decide to roll that thing around my tongue to figure out what it was and when it yielded no taste, i thought i would place it between my two front teeth and squish it there. when i did, i thought, ewww! that is a really bitter and spicy taste. i wonder what it is? so i spit it out of my mouth into my hand and would'nt you know it... i squished a fat fly between my teeth! freakin grosssss! completely disgusted by what i had just done, i poured some supposedly "disinfecting palmolive orange soap" on my tongue. let me tell you. soap does not taste good. never ever again will i ever put any sort of soap into my mouth. that almost made me throw up, it was so nasty! i felt so bad for my poor abused taste buds. i treated them to sugar after i finally rinsed off the soap. however, i do not think they will ever be the same after this - sigh! when i was finally calm and sitting and laughing over what i had just done, i realized i have eaten so many things that could be considered disgusting. i should go on Survivor or Fear Factor! haha! anyway, here's a list of food that i have eaten at least once or twice, but will probably never eat again if i can help it: goat - goat meat has a really funky taste and smell to it! eww! ants - they have this bitter, but spicier taste also boogers - very salty chicken blood - when put in soup it sort of curdles into this blackish/grayish thing and i used to love it as a kid, but now i can't stand large chunks of it chicken feet - i used to think these were sooo good until i remembered live chicken running around in their own poop on my grandfather's chicken farm snails (oh...excuse me...escargot) - my parents love them! but i get sick looking at them all curled up in their little shells. ok, maybe i'll eat every now and then. *shrug* live jellyfish - i remember they serve them fresh, live, and pulsing on a plate in the philippines and i used to love just swallowing them that way, but now - yuck! paper - just does not digest right bad peanuts - uuuugh! sea worms - i will not eat them when they are whole. although, i think i will eat the cut up ones i'm sure i have eaten more weird things, but that's all i can think of for now.  i'm still alive, so i guess eating them again will not be such a bad thing, but i am not going to try anytime soon. WHAT ARE SOME OF THE YUCKIEST/WEIRDEST FOODS YOU'VE EATEN?

THINGS I TOTALLY APPRECIATE EVEN MORE SO WHEN I HAVE HAD ENOUGH TO DRINK

THINGS I TOTALLY APPRECIATE EVEN MORE SO WHEN I HAVE HAD ENOUGH TO DRINK  Matthew (my bf) is soooo HOT ! Many times after we've had a little sips and gulps of vodka or whatever,  and after a series of passionate lovemaking, he'll wrap his arms around me and i'll run the tips of my fingers up and down his body, we'll chit chat for a bit and when he finally falls asleep, i look at him and i cannot help but smile to myself in the full realization that even now after almost 3 years of lovin' and fightin' and lovin', i still think he is the hottest piece of A$$ on this side of the earth - haha! the millions of tiny little bright lights in the dark. does anyone know what i'm talking about?? they're sooo pretty, floating around. it makes me just want to bawl my eyes out *takes a sip of vodka* having two hands is so great. that way when you're so drunk that you're throwing up all over the place, you have two hands to pull your hair back and make sure that those nasty little chunks of whatever you ate that night don't get stuck in your hair. Bathrooms. The drunkard's sanctuary. What would we ever do without it? being sober.  need i say more?              i am quite sure there are a bajillion more things, but i think i need to drink a bit more to remind myself of them lol WHAT DO YOU APPRECIATE WHEN YOU'RE ALL LIQUORED UP?

"DAPH, I KISSED 2 GIRLS AND 4 GUYS, SLEPT WITH 3 OF THOSE GUYS ALL IN ONE NIGHT. AM I A SLUT?"

"DAPH, I KISSED 2 GIRLS AND 4 GUYS, SLEPT WITH 3 OF THOSE GUYS ALL IN ONE NIGHT. AM I A SLUT?" hmm i must admit, i have extremely wild friends. ok. i confess. i did something i thought was pretty wild with matthew, although, i think when compared to some of the stories i've heard, it was pretty tame in their books. so out of all the stories i heard, none was wilder than this one particular girl friend of mine. some of the things she does just downright shocks me. not because i didn't expect her to do them, but because they just sound too fictionalized to believe. but every single word she tells me is true. she's even got pictures to prove it! this is where the dilemma begins. my friend's week consisted of : 1. tongue kissing more than 5 ppl (2 of them being girls) 2. sleeping with 3 guys in the course of 6 hours or so 3. between guy 2 and guy 3, lost her underwear and after repeated searching was not able to find her own, but someone else's underwear 4. 5, 6 or 7 mike's hard lemonade and well ... i won't elaborate any further. so anyway, after telling me all the details, she springs this question up on me, "daph, do you think i'm a SLUT?" well, first i should define what i think a slut is. slut    ( P )  Pronunciation Key  (slt) n. A woman considered sexually promiscuous. A woman prostitute. WTF, YOU CRAZY BIATCH! YES, you have what i call SLUT POWERS! hahaha - geez! why do you even bother to ask me?! i mean, any woman who can take on 3 guys all in one night and is not a porn star must have some kind of superhuman power. i dont know if it's the kind of power i'd be proud of, but hey, different strokes for different folks right? daphne: so yeah, i still love you *bleep* even if you are a slut. ok. you're my little slut. friend: but i'm not ur slut... u never want me daphne: well, i do have matthew you know. friend: come on... u know u want to grab my ass... lol... and i wont take u away from him... just borrow u for a few minutes... lol lmao I HAVE ENCOUNTERED A SEXUAL MONSTER! aaaargh! LOL   so uhm.... DO YOU THINK MY FRIEND IS A SLUT?

UNFORGETTABLE

UNFORGETTABLE   I am the difference Flowing into a room Scenting it with my fragrance of silence. Naked - Yet clothed in stares. Raw. Unstained. Authentic. Chin grazing the air. Shoulders illustriously held back. Carefully crafted Curved imperfectly to perfection I am strikingly – Woman. I am unforgettably – Me.   -daphne-

WHAT DO YOU DO?

note to self: living is a great thing                WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOUR WHOLE WORLD FEELS LIKE IT'S OVER AND YOU JUST WANT TO CURL UP AND DIE?              a. curl up and die                           b. call your friends and ask them to help you cheer up                           c. cry, cry, cry                           d. fight back

What's Hanging On Your Clothes Line?

i love jeans and tank tops. seriously, i want to know... what's hanging on your clothes lines?

WE DON'T WANNA HEAR IT

The other day my friend, who is usually the most composed individual out of any of my group of friends, calls me breathlessly on the phone. FRIEND: Daphne, OMG! Do you remember my guy friend, Mr. 24?ME:  The guy you call 24 because he drank 24 shots in one sitting?FRIEND: Yeah! You know  how I told you we became really good friends? Well, I was talking to him today and you'll never guess what happened?ME: Did he drink 25 shots while on the phone with you and now you call him Mr. 25?FRIEND: Haha. No! But, we were just talking about random stuff and all of a sudden, he professes his love for me! He says he has always cared about me from the very beginning and he just tried to suppress his feelings because I have a boyfriend. Oh, I feel so odd now! This is the last thing I wanted to hear! Why does this have to happen? Maybe my other friend is right, men and women can't ever really be friends!Hold it right there!Can men and women really not be friends? I have gotten the whole, "Well, the real reason I became friends with you first is because I thought I would have a bigger chance with you" bit from a supposed guy friend before. In fact, Matthew and I were friends before we started dating.Yet, it can't always be the case can it? One of my bestest friends now is a guy. And ironically enough, one of Matthew's best friends is a girl! I can't imagine myself dating my best friend. He's more like a brother and I know Matthew feels the same way about his friend. However, my friend with whom I had the conversation with above seems to sense the danger that lies in being friends with the opposite sex. The only conclusion I can come to on this subject is that it is different in every case, but the underlying cause that any of us do become friends, be it with a male or female, is that there is something that attracts us to that individual (physical or not). The more we get to know each other, however, and if we realize that we fit each other well (like Matthew and I), that friendship eventually becomes something more. As for the rest, the more you get to know them, the more you discover that you like hanging out with them, talking to them, sharing thoughts and feelings with them, but you could never be romantically involved with them and they become your close friends. That, in my opinion, is how the friendship world turns. As for my friend, they're still trying to salvage the friendship they had before the revelation. We'll see if it lasts.--------------------------------------------------------------------------CAN MEN AND WOMEN REALLY BE FRIENDS AND STAY AS THAT?

A Million Little Pieces

i press your hands against minerelishing the heat.i feel the veins stand proudlyacross the fleshy canvas.the rush of pounding music...how beautiful to know your blood runs through mine.-daphne-------------------------------------------------------------------    MOMENTS     I watched my mother changing for work today and I was struck at how beautiful she was. I watched as the towel draped lopsidedly over her one confused breast, wondering where the other one had gone to. I didn't even know myself.      Breast cancer she had told us over prayer one night, right before she broke down and gave a deep howl that was almost unhuman. As her daughter, I felt nothing. I know I prayed, but I can't even remember what I said or who I prayed to.      Her ordeal was a blur of words to me. Chemotherapy. Mastectomy. I didn't understand what it all meant. I conditioned myself to feel nothing, so I understood nothing.      Only then, when she was changing for work and I sat on the bed, mesmerized by the closed wound on her chest that something within me stirred. I wanted to run my hands over the place where the breast that I had once nursed from had been. I wanted to feel the rough scars on my fingertips so that I too would know. So that I too could understand like she understood.     But a glass wall stood between my hand and her scar. I felt a deep sense of regret that I had not understood before. As if sensing my thoughts, she stopped combing her hair and looked at me in the mirror. She saw me as I saw me and she was full of understanding. She said nothing. She didn't have to. All she did was smile.       ___________________________________________________ Currently Reading: A Million Little Pieces by James Frey