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Wednesday, 13 May 2009
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theparksisters.blogspot.com
Monday, 28 July 2008
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it's ilovepeas bitchezzz! lol- i am sorry, i had a lot of caffeine today and can you tell i am excited to be back to blogging? so we've come a long way since my last post. i don't even want to think about it, actually. there have been ups and there have been downs and there has been mucho clowning arounds. but i think i should start off fresh with the downs.
*disclaimer: This post is not directed at any one particular person. They are the mindless ponderings of a Pea.*
It’s a Guy Thing…But Why Can't It Be a Girl Thing Too?
Guys have this undying, dutiful allegiance to each other. They clean up each other’s messes, they rat on each other’s girlfriends, they cover for each other, get in fights for each other, and without a word spoken there is a constant unbreakable loyalty that is the foundation of every male. This Code is the glue that bonds them together and no pussy can ever come between it. As crass or implausible as it may seem, it is a fact, and the sooner we ladies understand this truth, the better we can begin to understand our men.
All of us have had our fair shares of DRAMArama but girls especially know how it is. We love to gossip. We love to talk about other people’s relationships and their lives. We love to secretly make fun of pictures of other people and poke and prod at their flaws. We call each other out and talk shit behind each other’s backs. There are no subject limits to what girls talk about and discuss and bitch about and brag about. There are no boundaries and EVERYTHING is fair game. And the age-old question: If guys uphold The Code, why can’t girls?
I have been ratted out, thrown under the bus, and betrayed many times in my relatively short life. In every instance, the perpetrators were girls. (oh, and this one time this guy did a 180 on me but he is an insecure metrosexual, the deadly combo in a man.) These were the people I trusted and loved. These were the people who I called my “friends”. I took care of them when they were down, I celebrated with them when there was a joyous occasion. We cried, we laughed, we vented, and we walked each other down this journey we called life. And THENNNN, I was betrayed and hurt.
The older I get, the more I realize how important my friends are. And how my circle of friends gets smaller and smaller as the years go by--but it's ok! i'm okay with this...I’m actually thrilled. know why? cuz girls are so complicated. We bitches are crazy. I’m not trying to degrade my gender, I’m only questioning the flimsiness of girlfriends these days. We sell ourselves too short and everyone seems to be okay with it. Other than my sister I can name one other girl with whom I trust with my life. (*hello Suzanne!!!*) When my sister came back from Mexico a couple months back, there was a rumor that she and her boyfriend had broken up. They did and it was all because a girl felt the need to tell another girl her version of the trip and all hell broke loose. It was nobody’s business but my sister's. And an elaborate story replaced the truth.
A girlfriend is a gift. She is a treasure. Even in a relationship, you will tell your boyfriend everything. It’s pillow talk. He is a priority in your life and that is understandable. But he's not THE priority. Your boyfriend DOES NOT and SHOULD NOT completely replace your girlfriend(s). If you put her on the sidelines and use her when you need her (ie. Breakup, fight, singledom), she isn’t your girlfriend. She’s just a blip in the plethora of so-called friends you have. A girlfriend will be honest and tell you when you fuck up. She won’t tell you a dress looks good on you if it doesn’t just to be nice. She’ll defend your honor no matter what the circumstances are. She’ll give you the benefit of the doubt even if the world is against you. She won’t ever do anything or say anything that might jeopardize your well-being. Period.
Here are some of the classic lines used when a girlfriend outs a girlfriend:
- “I’m closer/better friends with the guy.”
- “I’ve known the guy longer.”
- “I didn’t know my boyfriend would tell your boyfriend”.
- “I tell my boyfriend everything and he swore he wouldn’t say anything.”
- “I swear I didn’t say it like that…”
- …put the blame on someone else and say, “I can’t believe he/she told!”
- “I was under pressure.”
- “ I didn’t know what else to say.”
- “I didn’t want to lie.”
- “I did what I thought was right.”
Guys innately have a Code. Once upon a time, maybe girls used to also. But until we learn to filter out our girlfriends and to take care of the ones we already have, girlfriendships will always break apart and crumble. And we, as a whole will always be one-upped by guys. And THAT is not acceptable!!!
Zanne and i decided to go to ny this past weekend. here are the pix! enjoy....<3
Saturday, 08 March 2008
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WHOAHHHHOOOHHHH.
pardon my last post! i was going through a mini-mid-life-crisis-meltdown! keke.
i'm back. and better than ever! so what will be my topic of discussion today?
HAWAII EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
i'm going to hawaii for my first time next month with Danny and i'm SO excited. please excuse my swimming in gleefulness. we went to Jamaica last year
and that was amazing, but something tells me hawaii will be even MORE wonderful! *jumping up and down squealing* anyways, i will stop boasting like one of those annoying ppl who brags and brags and has no idea that they are bragging and everyone around them is rolling their eyes at them.....
but....
i wonder if everyone is lucky as me to have someone to always know what to do or say to cheer them up and make them feel happy again.... and special.

and speaking of special, this year for my bday, my wonderful and beautiful friends
ganged up and got me this!!!!
it's the montorgueil gm and it's huge and perfect and it's the best gift ever and i love it i love it i LOVE IT. i am so grateful and so blessed. thank you to jihye, karleen, jeanelle unnie, bunnie, suzanne, soyoung, my sister and challs.and of course, thanks to danny for being so good. and seriously, for spoiling me rotten -- despite everything!! (i am a lot to handle, i know.) :)
*oh no, i'm turning SO RED*
Tuesday, 04 March 2008
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i miss xanga.
Is anyone alive out there?
Thursday, 17 January 2008
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I have a ritualistic morning system. My alarm goes off at 7:30am to the tune of...i dunno it's the most annoying tune ever and it's so foul it even wakes up my dogs. Then i hop out of bed and brush my teef, dab on some Hope in a Jar, get dressed in layers of everything, make some coffee, and I'm out the door by 8:10am. Around 8:40am, I arrive at the Starbucks on the corner of Mansell and Alpharetta Hwy...aka my mecca. There is a fat, white chick that makes the most perfect latte. Seriously, she transforms the barista job into an art. *sigh* After that, i shimmy over to the bank by 9:00am, make a couple of deposits, withdraw some cheese and I'm off to the store by 9:15am. That gives me plenty of time to do some calculations before flipping the sign to "OPEN".
Starbucks is the most interesting place in the morning. The one I frequent is always packed with business people: old, young, veterans, and newbs. I love eavesdropping on bits and pieces of their conversations and then I make inferences on what they do, what they're like, if they have kids, etc. etc. and i have a discussion with myself. Today, my eye lingered on a distinguished-looking man probably in his late-40s: well-dressed, tall, rough-around-the-edges, and very aesthetically pleasing in general. He was in line in front of me and I was totally checking him out. I thought to myself, wow i have no shame...i'm ogling him with my mouth practically hanging open...*looks down at shoes*...ooh, and even his shoes are perfect...*line of vision slowly moving up*...his slacks are the perfect length, barely grazing the ground when he takes a step forward...anDEN i gasped. There it was, glaring at me. My perfect ajushi had missed a belt loop in the back. Boo. For the next 5 min I debated whether or not I should tap him on the shoulder and tell him. Would he be appreciative? Or would I have embarrassed him? Would i have come off as semi-pervy due to the back belt loop being in such close proximity to his butt-TOX? i do not know.in the end i never told him because i figured it's not my place. as much as i could complete him, it wouldn't be my place...unless he turned around and said, "hey! how are you? do you see any flaws in the way i slipped on my belt this morning?" so then he got his drink and i got my drink and we parted ways and off went the missed-belt-buckle perfect man. i will never see him again and he will never know how his pants could have been a little bit better held up.
and then i couldn't help but muse--my guy would be perfectly-coiffed, perfectly put-together, and would never miss a belt loop.
jamie hince and the great kate



































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