Friendsterization

! WHOA - I WAS AWAY FOR A LOOOONG TIME !

since i was gone for so long, i guess a recap is in order, just to catch up -

WHILE I WAS GONE…

i turned 23 !!!! yeah i’m getting to be an old fart, but i LOVE it!

i developed a new, but healthier, obsession -

i still party reguarly -
haha - you didn’t think that was going to change did you?

HALLOWEEN ‘05 - i was a Victoria’s Secret Angel
boohoo - you cant see my wings though

WHAT HASN’T CHANGED…

Matthew’s still my honey bunches of yumminess - i love him so much!

my left foot is still smaller than my right one - ayyyyy!!!

HOW ARE YOU EVERYONE??

I AM THE WINNING SPERM

you know i realized that sometimes, we human beings, dont give ourselves enough credit. i realize i’m always berrating myself for the things that i could have done that i didn’t do (which is not always a bad thing), but then i forget about all the great things i have done.

i mean i never even celebrated my biggest accomplishment up to date - my successful life as a sperm that fertilized the egg, which resulted in me, daphne .

i mean if you think about it, it takes a lot to fertilize an egg. during ejaculation, millions of sperms fight and struggle to reach that one egg in order to fertilize it and only one can come out the winner ! there’s no first, second, or third runner up. the rest all perish.
you beat the rest. you’re the best!

every single living person out there has at one time or another been a sperm struggling to fertilize the egg. for having beaten out the millions of others, you are the special sperm, the lucky sperm,

so i have declared today here in Friendster Land,

SUPERSPERM WEEK

the day where every single one of us can celebrate our success as the sperm that beat out the rest of the competition. oh yeah!

say it with me now : i am the super sperm. there is no sperm better than me.

HAPPY SUPER SPERM WEEK EVERYONE!

i had a discussion with a friend of mine about one particular insane
ex-girlfriend that she has to deal with.

it got me pondering deep questions like, what
is wrong with these women?!

at one time or another, you are bound to date
a guy who still has, to be all ghetto, "beef" with his ex. i
mean, starting a new relationship is difficult enough without an insane ex in
the picture. no wonder so many relationships never survive past a couple of
months.

it’s all you psychotic ex-girlfriends’
faults!

SO WHEN CAN YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF THE
PSYHO EX-Girlfriend?

i made a list. haha. like i always do

1. When you
sign up on Friendster, you automatically search for your ex-boyfriend’s page.
When you find it, you methodically click on every single name on his Friends
List and target every single girl/guy, who u suspect is now "getting it on
with him."

2. When you
begin MISSION: RECAPTURE by posting on your Friendster page hundreds of
pictures of yourself looking all HOT and BOTHERED. Or if you wanna go commando,
you can play the jealousy game by putting up pictures of you and your ex
together to get his new girlfriend/boyfriend all jealous.

3. When u
describe your ex-bf to everyone, don’t forget to use phrases like  "he
said i’m the only girl he’ll ever love" or "his mom would
always tell him he would be a fool if he ever let me go."

4.  When
you start posting pictures of yourself, holding a sign that says "where
is the child support money?" or "our children miss you,
<insert ex-bf’s name>.

5. When you
leave comments on his current girlfriend’s profile page that says something to
the effect of "TYTE PAGE! HE DOESNT LOVE YOU! HE LOVES ME! COMMENT
BACK!"

6. Lastly, you
can consider yourself a full-fledged stalker psycho ex-gf when u don’t even
want your ex back anymore but u still harrass him and his gf anyway bc it gives
u a good laugh.

i think i got it down. if i missed anything.
let me know

            
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So
I’ve finally reached that stage in my life where I start reminiscing
about my days in high school and college. Ah yes, fun times they were!
But those times of laughter and merriment were not without their share
of tears, tantrums, and just the general feeling of awkwardness about growing
up.

Sure, I had a
healthy number of close friends, but I wasn’t a cheerleader, I didn’t
date the cutest jock in school, and by no means was I anywhere near a
size 2. It was more like 2 x 4 - hehe.

I remember being completely unpopular in high school. There were times when I used wished I could trade with the most popular
girls in school, just to see what it would feel like. Even now, as I
watch my sister go through her high school years, I sometimes get that

"Never Been Kissed" moment where I wish I could go back the way I am
now, wow everyone, and be the envy of all the other girls.

Well, I used (keyword "used") to wish that. That is until I noticed
something in the last couple of months that made me realize how much
life can change.  I have had the fortunate or unfortunate
(depending on how you look at it) circumstances of running into old
classmates from elementary school to high school.

I was rather shocked by the appearances of these old colleagues. The
thinnest, most popular, or girls considered to be the hottest gained a
lot of weight and just had this general look of individuals who
apparently let themselves go. The heavy girls from high school were now
slim, beautiful, and looked like they just stepped out of a magazine.
The geekiest guys were now buff in tight muscle shirts. The kind of
guys you do double takes with. Believe it or not, 9 times out of 10 this was the case with every meeting.

So what exactly happened here?  *scratches head*
Is this one of the great ironies of the world?

This is teaching me a great lesson about growing up. Individual
definition is constantly growing and evolving, (physically,
emotionally, spiritually, etc) so to worry about whether fitting in or
not at any age, is just plain silly!

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DO YOU KNOW OF AN OLD CLASSMATE THAT WENT FROM GEEK TO CHIC?
            DO YOU KNOW OF AN OLD CLASSMATE THAT WENT FROM HOT TO NOT?

           and what is it with Asians going blonde?

so last night, my brother decides that he wants to go
blonde. so we went to our local CVS and bought a bleaching kit. i, of
course, being the connoiesseur of hair dyeing offered my services for
free.

BIG MISTAKE !

what was i thinking?!! i have never
bleached hair in my entire life ! haha - so the first try did not come
out too badly except that one spot on his head was twice as light as
the rest. OOOPSIES !

the second, we discovered that he still had black
hair in some areas. so you know what they say, the third times the
charm. we put on more coating of hair dye and voila (!) he ended up with
hair that looks like he just morphed into a super-saiyan.you dragonball z geeks out there know what i’m talking about - haha!

of course, knowing my parents, my mom took one look at him and made the sign of the cross.

yeah mom, your son is now the blonde devil ! haha

so what is it with asians going blonde anyway? i know sometimes i want to do so myself, but my reasons are only because i like to try things out. could that be everyone else’s reason too?

if any of you have ever seen asian import models, almost all of them are blonde. hell, tila (one of my fav former playboy girls) is blonde and she totally pulls it off well. but then again, i dont look exactly look like a tila.

• there is also the culture identity crisis. are
  blonde asians denying their heritage, convering their roots, trying to
  be somebody they are not?
• also for some reason, blonde on asian supposedly screams sexy. it’s a surprising contrast and makes you look twice. and i’ve been thinking what if blondes really do have more fun??

so after much thought and deliberation, i have
determined that BEING SEXY and how you identify yourself CULTURALLY has
nothing to do with what color you choose to have on your hair. anyone can. SEXY is Attitude and CULTURE is about Respecting the values and traditions of where you come from.

WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK?

did i ever tell you guys i have the weirdest feet? my mom had always told me when i asked her about it, "oh it’s normal. everyone has feet like that."

so if it’s so normals, why do people make such a big deal out of it??

a photographer i knew used to be on my case constantly about me possibly doing some feet modeling for him. but i always said no because i thought, ewww, weird! i told him, "jim, i’m like the penguin from Batman, you know?" well, ok, they’re not THAT weird, but it’s still freaky.

so what’s wrong with my feet, you ask?

Daphne’s Feet Stats:

Left Foot: size 6

Right Foot: size 8

aaaargh! now you know my secret! i feel so naked! i bared my SOLE (haha…sole…get it??…do ya? do ya?) to everyone!

ok. i won’t show you pictures because you guys will make fun of me and i dont like being made fun of unless i can laugh myself

hehe.

next time any of you ladies walk into a nice shoe store and you try on those really sexy heels and you realize that the sizes don’t match up, you can blame it on me!
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ok make me feel better pleaaaaase!!

TELL ME SOMETHING WEIRD ABOUT YOURSELVES

Last night, a 21-year-old individual died in Long Island
and he left a very precious gift for my dad - his kidney. For a long
time now, my dad’s dream has been to receive a new kidney so that
he would no longer have to depend on a dialysis machine to keep him
alive. For those of you familiar with the organ donation process, you
know how difficult it is to find a match, and families wait for years
for one, just as my family has.
 
Last night, the phone call from the hospital brought my dad
closer to his dream of independence. Ever since his kidneys stopped
functioning, my dad’s body has become an enemy to him, instead of a
lifelong friend. This new kidney, if it works, will once again set
things right.
 
As excited as my family is, the news of this new
kidney is at the same time bittersweet. Someone had to die in order for
my dad to receive this extraordinary gift. And that someone had to
have had signed a statement stating that in the event of their
death, their functioning organs would be donated to those who are
in need of it.
 
This gift is priceless. My family does not know how to
begin to thank the family of the individual who donated this kidney to
us. There are no words for such a godly act.
 
Even as I write this I am choked with emotion. It further
convinces me that even in death one can still leave a remarkable and
lasting impact on others’ lives. It is the force that makes me want to
be better than what I am now so that I may further serve my
fellow human being in an unselfish way. It is
the continual reminder that even the seemingly small
actions are the ones that define us as extraordinary human beings.

 
THANK YOU to the nameless, but revered 21-year-old who is giving my dad a second chance at life.
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WOULD YOU DONATE YOUR ORGANS IN THE EVENT OF YOUR DEATH?

 
I am having so much fun !
I love summer, it brings all my friends back to me
 
I love color. I love the sun. I love the blue blue sky.
 
Life is good.
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ENJOYING YOUR SUMMER?

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HOW DO I EAT SHRIMP
AND
NOT GET PUFFED LIPS?