<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:57:09.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>calamity girl</title><subtitle type='html'>i'm tame when i'm asleep</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>226</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-1100567059991217867</id><published>2010-12-14T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T16:46:08.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot sauce art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TQcuktWc3oI/AAAAAAAAJqc/d0z2-4dcSDA/s1600/hotsauce005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TQcuktWc3oI/AAAAAAAAJqc/d0z2-4dcSDA/s400/hotsauce005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550456273941356162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plate art by Rose 7th dec 2010&lt;br /&gt;edit by me thru photoscape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe :):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-1100567059991217867?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1100567059991217867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=1100567059991217867&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/1100567059991217867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/1100567059991217867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/hot-sauce-art.html' title='hot sauce art'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TQcuktWc3oI/AAAAAAAAJqc/d0z2-4dcSDA/s72-c/hotsauce005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-6876621416883499630</id><published>2010-12-10T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T17:01:15.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy</title><content type='html'>for the many times i've faked it, today i felt real happiness. why? because happy pill (the happy pill) put me back on his msn. or at least he removed the block on me. lol! and so today we chatted. for the first time in a very long-ass time, we chatted!  and i am happy!  :):):) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TQXf7kBVg9I/AAAAAAAAJqA/RoVXwEtG7W0/s1600/phoebe011-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TQXf7kBVg9I/AAAAAAAAJqA/RoVXwEtG7W0/s400/phoebe011-tile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550088330178560978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me smiling and goofing around like the "happy" person that i am!  thank you, happy pill! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-6876621416883499630?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6876621416883499630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=6876621416883499630&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/6876621416883499630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/6876621416883499630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy.html' title='happy'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TQXf7kBVg9I/AAAAAAAAJqA/RoVXwEtG7W0/s72-c/phoebe011-tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-2790239319395960588</id><published>2010-12-08T16:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T16:11:40.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my newest favorite thing for my all-time favorite pill...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TP89gAPYGnI/AAAAAAAAJpA/0QVE3uZzJic/s1600/mateo-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TP89gAPYGnI/AAAAAAAAJpA/0QVE3uZzJic/s400/mateo-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548220885973342834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-2790239319395960588?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2790239319395960588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=2790239319395960588&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/2790239319395960588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/2790239319395960588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-newest-favorite-thing-for-my-all.html' title='my newest favorite thing for my all-time favorite pill...'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TP89gAPYGnI/AAAAAAAAJpA/0QVE3uZzJic/s72-c/mateo-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-4042532969272628280</id><published>2010-11-29T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:47:31.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts flying by...</title><content type='html'>do you need permission to love someone?  do you need their consent for you to miss them? in a world where there is but a thin line between love and obsession, how do you measure affection? do you start from the point of the doer or from the receiver? how can you say when you are in love, and if you ever get past that, how can you be sure that it's real? when does all of it escalate into life's greatest gift and when does it diminish to be your worst downfall?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-4042532969272628280?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4042532969272628280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=4042532969272628280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/4042532969272628280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/4042532969272628280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/thoughts-flying-by.html' title='thoughts flying by...'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-2074716190065333550</id><published>2010-11-22T18:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:54:59.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>currently reading...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TOpKxYM5jAI/AAAAAAAAJos/6nDcg6R1idU/s1600/Mercy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TOpKxYM5jAI/AAAAAAAAJos/6nDcg6R1idU/s400/Mercy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542324503603416066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERCY by Jodi Picoult&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is making me want to get married.  It is good to argue with someone and still be kissed a lingering kiss goodnyt, a promise in itself that despite the pressure of the moment, you are still wanted and loved and you still have someone to call home.  Awww! hihihi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-2074716190065333550?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2074716190065333550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=2074716190065333550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/2074716190065333550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/2074716190065333550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/currently-reading.html' title='currently reading...'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TOpKxYM5jAI/AAAAAAAAJos/6nDcg6R1idU/s72-c/Mercy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-9193042518334841179</id><published>2010-10-23T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T06:58:49.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh wat a corny cheese!</title><content type='html'>i found this on a piece of paper and thought i'd share... no, document is more like the word.  it would take a miracle for someone like me to come up with a poem and sometime last year, that miracle happened. so here goes... :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-moon request-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that in your golden case where you keep your soothing light&lt;br /&gt;you will take this gift of love you are to deliver on some place's night&lt;br /&gt;my precious heart was taken away where my humble feet couldn't go&lt;br /&gt;through you, how my chosen one is doing, i wish to know&lt;br /&gt;i hope that when you shine down on him with your shimmering beam&lt;br /&gt;he will feel the gift of love which for him i will let you bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-9193042518334841179?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9193042518334841179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=9193042518334841179&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/9193042518334841179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/9193042518334841179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-wat-corny-cheese.html' title='oh wat a corny cheese!'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-2529227539906375345</id><published>2010-10-02T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T15:44:55.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coco hair studio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TKrXLx-aSFI/AAAAAAAAJm8/Elq6uzxNxhg/s1600/Coco+hair+studio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TKrXLx-aSFI/AAAAAAAAJm8/Elq6uzxNxhg/s400/Coco+hair+studio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524464490316974162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair rebond authority since 2008. i was there today for the third time, for the third year since the first time. lol! Naay cute nga koreano nagcut sa ko hair. haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you next year, coco rebond team!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-2529227539906375345?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2529227539906375345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=2529227539906375345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/2529227539906375345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/2529227539906375345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/coco-hair-studio.html' title='coco hair studio...'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TKrXLx-aSFI/AAAAAAAAJm8/Elq6uzxNxhg/s72-c/Coco+hair+studio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-6906515942464572609</id><published>2010-09-15T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T16:01:12.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday mo kasi... year 2</title><content type='html'>Eventhough the promise of September ran away with August, I still think it's okay to greet special people on their special days.  So I created this, and eventhough I sent it late cuz I was out on vacay to Manila, I still sent it with the hope it will warm certain portions of the heart. hehehe.  I'm so cheezy, I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TKraID7RU2I/AAAAAAAAJnE/uV1YRj73VJw/s1600/sep2010image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TKraID7RU2I/AAAAAAAAJnE/uV1YRj73VJw/s400/sep2010image1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524467724951049058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-6906515942464572609?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6906515942464572609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=6906515942464572609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/6906515942464572609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/6906515942464572609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/birthday-mo-kasi-year-2.html' title='birthday mo kasi... year 2'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TKraID7RU2I/AAAAAAAAJnE/uV1YRj73VJw/s72-c/sep2010image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-3577045244885060955</id><published>2010-08-16T13:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T13:33:28.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>date with old emails</title><content type='html'>Today is harder than the others. I taste hearbreak all over my mouth and my tears just roll without my knowledge nor my permission! Why are all these pain back to haunt me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really did was watch a romantic corny tagalog movie by sarah geronimo and john lloyd cruz. Of course, there was a great declaration of love and great happy ending that most movies have. Made me jealous, highlighted the fact that my situation is the other way around.  So I had to do something to distract myself.  I went on Yahoo and re-read the old emails from my happy pill.  And I won't deny it, he did give me some really good advice.  An example of which is below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;snippet from 9/28/2009 email:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Don't get your mind twisted thinking that losers are the right kind of guy for you.&lt;br /&gt;you need someone simple who lives only for you.  If i could do that i would so don't misunderstand.  But we can't make it together.  and you should be with someone who has less of a history than i have.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;take it from my heart, because i love you that you NEED someone better.&lt;br /&gt;simple is safe.&lt;br /&gt;steer clear of guys with complicated lives and heads that constantly turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice, right? I don't know if I was able to tell him that all his complication, I could take with a smile.  What I can't take is being abandoned.  Sadly, that's what I am right now. So I guess he should have said, "steer clear of guys who will abandon you in the end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this does not really help.  I'm going out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-3577045244885060955?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3577045244885060955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=3577045244885060955&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/3577045244885060955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/3577045244885060955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/old-emails.html' title='date with old emails'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-9067191185565727686</id><published>2010-08-09T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T14:48:25.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silent scream</title><content type='html'>Everything I do and don't do still boils down to the fact that I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-9067191185565727686?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9067191185565727686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=9067191185565727686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/9067191185565727686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/9067191185565727686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/silent-scream.html' title='silent scream'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-2366299353263422196</id><published>2010-08-05T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T14:05:47.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spark of hope burning out</title><content type='html'>my birthday is now a day away.  i don't think that one person i am so hoping to greet me a happy birthday will greet me a happy birthday.  Hehe :p He probably doesn't even remember that it is my birthday.  So much for birthday miracles... can come true to some, but never to me. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-2366299353263422196?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2366299353263422196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=2366299353263422196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/2366299353263422196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/2366299353263422196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/spark-of-hope-burning-out.html' title='spark of hope burning out'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-1647780516394310312</id><published>2010-08-04T14:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T14:11:07.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TFpVyDi6YeI/AAAAAAAAJko/zvQ6U1Ss1xE/s1600/27na.me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TFpVyDi6YeI/AAAAAAAAJko/zvQ6U1Ss1xE/s320/27na.me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501804213220041186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me at 27, sheeeeet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-1647780516394310312?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1647780516394310312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=1647780516394310312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/1647780516394310312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/1647780516394310312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='happy birthday to me!!!'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TFpVyDi6YeI/AAAAAAAAJko/zvQ6U1Ss1xE/s72-c/27na.me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-3269798853940821979</id><published>2010-07-29T13:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:36:30.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>singapore things to do / visit</title><content type='html'>Visit the world's largest fountain at Suntec City. It is believed that walking clockwise around the fountain 3 times whilst touching the water will bring luck and good fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch barefoot Hindu devotees walk across a pit of red hot embers in a show of unflinching faith, at the Sri Mariamman Temple during the Thimithi Festival in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little india&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy a bird's eye view of Singapore's port whilst dining aboard a cable car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an affordable meal at a hawker centre - our answer to fast foods. Try a plate of char kway teow (noodles fried in sweet black sauce) and down it with a glass of sugar cane juice. Lau Pa Sat is a popular hangout for locals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A must-try is the thinly sliced barbecued pork sold at the popular stall, Bee Chun Heng in Chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try local desserts like ice-kachang, cold cheng tng and bubor cha cha. Perfect for that hot, tropical day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy Island, Sentosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be amazed by the awesome sight of enormous sand sculptures built by international and local teams at the Sentosa Sandsation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make friends with a pink dolphin. Visit the Dolphin Lagoon at the Underwater World, Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take an evening bumboat ride from Clarke Quay to Boat Quay and dine at one of the trendy al fresco restaurants situated just by the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indulge in a first class movie experience - enjoy champagne with your movie at the GV Grand cinema, Great World City - the only cinema in Singapore with fully reclining seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop till you drop along Singapore's renowned shopping street - Orchard Road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practise your bargaining skills at the weekend flea market at Clarke Quay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend hours browsing in the largest bookstore in Southeast Asia - Kinokuniya at Ngee Ann City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go home without downing the famous Singapore Sling - first concocted at the Long Bar, Raffles Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an alternative method of determining your stress level, physical and emotional state, get your aura photographed at crystal shops in Fu Lu Shou Complex and Fortune Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changi Chapel and Museum, Singapore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-3269798853940821979?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3269798853940821979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=3269798853940821979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/3269798853940821979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/3269798853940821979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/singapore-things-to-do-visit.html' title='singapore things to do / visit'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-7291684153348375569</id><published>2010-07-28T18:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T18:48:13.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today last month...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TFAKUH2yP4I/AAAAAAAAJkM/1H7GjLmlSew/s1600/Digital+Camera+Photos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TFAKUH2yP4I/AAAAAAAAJkM/1H7GjLmlSew/s320/Digital+Camera+Photos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498906485841870722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 month down, forever months to go! :) congrats again myb*tch! mwah! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-7291684153348375569?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7291684153348375569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=7291684153348375569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/7291684153348375569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/7291684153348375569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/today-last-month.html' title='today last month...'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TFAKUH2yP4I/AAAAAAAAJkM/1H7GjLmlSew/s72-c/Digital+Camera+Photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-5004381617417414849</id><published>2010-07-26T15:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T18:08:42.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... end of this road</title><content type='html'>i am possibly the loneliest girl you know... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TFABXzvJz5I/AAAAAAAAJkE/JMEdUH12iec/s1600/CGTp9rRU-_AMEndw5MFz5g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TFABXzvJz5I/AAAAAAAAJkE/JMEdUH12iec/s320/CGTp9rRU-_AMEndw5MFz5g.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498896653555978130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-5004381617417414849?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5004381617417414849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=5004381617417414849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/5004381617417414849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/5004381617417414849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='... end of this road'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/TFABXzvJz5I/AAAAAAAAJkE/JMEdUH12iec/s72-c/CGTp9rRU-_AMEndw5MFz5g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-5745140562099756880</id><published>2010-06-20T13:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T16:51:08.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a few pre-mass words for mybtch *so help me God*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Dear friends, let us love one another for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love." (1 John 4:7–8, NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are here today to witness the union of two very special people who have been drawn together by love.  A love that is not authored by perfection, but determined to surpass all odds.  Pierre and Carmelle found one another, laughed, cried, matured and have become stronger as a result of each other, all in preparation for a life and world that they will build together. Let us pray that God may bless this union and strengthen their commitment to each other in heart and in mind.  Let this matrimony make the couple a living manifestation and part of the Mystical Union between Christ and Church, and may this inspire us all who are blessed enough to witness it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us all rise for the processional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-5745140562099756880?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5745140562099756880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=5745140562099756880&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/5745140562099756880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/5745140562099756880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/few-pre-mass-words-for-mybtch-so-help.html' title='a few pre-mass words for mybtch *so help me God*'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-2747430407410831787</id><published>2010-03-28T15:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:38:04.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>**</title><content type='html'>if this blog had hands, it would slap me from left to right and right to left with all its might. lol! why? because i never learn. i always compromise myself. such a broken-hearted walking pile of sorrows am i.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-2747430407410831787?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2747430407410831787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=2747430407410831787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/2747430407410831787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/2747430407410831787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='**'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-9211108412636534970</id><published>2010-03-13T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T15:33:06.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>krua day</title><content type='html'>Smiling happy when the truth is i am feeling shitty trying to be nice after being served a rice meal that tastes like shit and a 'special' tea that tastes like shit and later i'm gna have to pay a shitload of money for it. Shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-9211108412636534970?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9211108412636534970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=9211108412636534970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/9211108412636534970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/9211108412636534970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/krua-day.html' title='krua day'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-7780685070667005117</id><published>2010-03-08T08:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T08:42:29.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travels in my mind....</title><content type='html'>I just spent the last two hours checking out travel tours and flights I probably will not take until I start to show signs of serious aging.  If I do make some extra cash this year though, and I mean loads of extra cash, I would like to see Thailand.  And Singapore.  Malaysia.  Palawan. Baguio. The Manila Ocean Park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaayyy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/S5RGHBYEB8I/AAAAAAAAJW4/n3PseF7ltIc/s1600-h/bangkok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/S5RGHBYEB8I/AAAAAAAAJW4/n3PseF7ltIc/s320/bangkok.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446054935840163778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANGKOK&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/S5RGix6sK6I/AAAAAAAAJXA/KXLsN5I_txk/s1600-h/flyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/S5RGix6sK6I/AAAAAAAAJXA/KXLsN5I_txk/s320/flyer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446055412726770594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/S5RGv0OeqMI/AAAAAAAAJXI/VFTqqONZnAA/s1600-h/20070816-buhaynakaragatan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/S3emr5t89WI/AAAAAAAAJVk/hSfwNQtARds/s320/25012010123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437998348231308642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just another thing you can do with your M&amp;M's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-3330122635207254276?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3330122635207254276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=3330122635207254276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/3330122635207254276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/3330122635207254276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-hearts-day.html' title='happy hearts day!!!'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/S3emr5t89WI/AAAAAAAAJVk/hSfwNQtARds/s72-c/25012010123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-7564122916932492723</id><published>2010-02-12T15:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:32:29.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Symbols... symbols...</title><content type='html'>This should work in any Windows word processor, text editor, browser or email client. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Make sure your keyboard is in NumLock mode.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hold down the ALT key and enter the number on the numeric keypad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for ☺ 1&lt;br /&gt;for ☻ 2&lt;br /&gt;for ♥ 3&lt;br /&gt;for ♦ 4&lt;br /&gt;for ♣ 5&lt;br /&gt;for ♠ 6&lt;br /&gt;for • 7&lt;br /&gt;for ◘ 8&lt;br /&gt;for ○ 9&lt;br /&gt;for ◙ 10&lt;br /&gt;for ♂ 11&lt;br /&gt;for ♀ 12&lt;br /&gt;for ♪ 13&lt;br /&gt;for ♫ 14&lt;br /&gt;for ☼ 15&lt;br /&gt;for ► 16&lt;br /&gt;for ◄ 17&lt;br /&gt;for ↕ 18&lt;br /&gt;for ‼ 19&lt;br /&gt;for ¶ 20&lt;br /&gt;for § 21&lt;br /&gt;for ▬ 22&lt;br /&gt;for ↨ 23&lt;br /&gt;for ↑ 24&lt;br /&gt;for ↓ 25&lt;br /&gt;for → 26&lt;br /&gt;for ← 27&lt;br /&gt;for ∟ 28&lt;br /&gt;for ↔ 29&lt;br /&gt;for ▲ 30&lt;br /&gt;for ▼ 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20091214193523AAQqHQS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-7564122916932492723?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7564122916932492723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=7564122916932492723&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/7564122916932492723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/7564122916932492723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/symbols-symbols.html' title='Symbols... symbols...'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-3860528628950468884</id><published>2010-01-25T15:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T16:04:16.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finding meaning...</title><content type='html'>About two years ago, my twen gave me a spiritual book.  The Purpose-Driven Life.  She said I should only read it when I feel I am ready for a big discovery.  I have to wait to be conditioned to read it, not just because I'm bored or I'm obliged to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up that book today.  I'm not sure if this is the kind of readiness she meant, but I honestly can't make sense of most things in my life now - why things are how they are, why situations should go beyond our control.   Hell, I even feel emotions that are bigger than myself now, and I don't know what to make of them!  Why are we forced to say goodbye?  Why are we made to feel love for people that can very well pretend that we don't exist? Why must we ache?  Why, why, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I believe everything starts with God, the purpose of everything can be found in Him and through Him.  And so begins my 40-day spiritual journey.  Today was day 1...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-3860528628950468884?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3860528628950468884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=3860528628950468884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/3860528628950468884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/3860528628950468884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/finding-meaning.html' title='finding meaning...'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-8389890225342256855</id><published>2009-12-07T06:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T06:27:29.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't make you love me -- angela hacker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.playmusicvideos.com/player/?id=792434304&amp;artist=Angela%20Hacker"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-8389890225342256855?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8389890225342256855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=8389890225342256855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/8389890225342256855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/8389890225342256855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-make-you-love-me-angela-hacker.html' title='i can&apos;t make you love me -- angela hacker'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-1025049622401155626</id><published>2009-10-25T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:20:50.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang aking mati :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SuReQkCdFnI/AAAAAAAAJC0/DqdyY-8VWNM/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SuReQkCdFnI/AAAAAAAAJC0/DqdyY-8VWNM/s320/Video+call+snapshot+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396541892141586034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** d beri 1st pic i tuk of u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-1025049622401155626?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1025049622401155626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=1025049622401155626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/1025049622401155626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/1025049622401155626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/ang-aking-mati.html' title='ang aking mati :)'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SuReQkCdFnI/AAAAAAAAJC0/DqdyY-8VWNM/s72-c/Video+call+snapshot+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-6008916963842809784</id><published>2009-09-14T07:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:44:23.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Just Not That into You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/Sq2GitNDSEI/AAAAAAAAI_U/NFQfMr1aBqg/s1600-h/Notintoyouposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/Sq2GitNDSEI/AAAAAAAAI_U/NFQfMr1aBqg/s320/Notintoyouposter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381105060585621570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  It's been a long time since I liked a movie enough for me to comment about it in writing.  This movie was definitely made by a specialist! Narrated by the neediest (and coolest!) character Gigi, the movie tells a story of how human signals are processed, interpreted and/or misinterpreted by five women and four men whose lives are intertwined oh so realistically in the story of finding that happy ending we are all waiting for. There's a great powercast - Jennifer Connelly, Drew Barrymore, Ben Affleck, Justin Long. Justin didn't look any different from that last movie of his that I saw, the horror one. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Drag Me To Hell&lt;/span&gt;, I think it was.  But he's a thousand folds more adorable in this movie. Ben Affleck looked like shit most of the time, hehe :) But his character is the sweetest!  He was made to live on a boat, away from mainstream dating, to make it more realistic that he didn't hook up with someone else when he broke up with his girlfriend of seven years. It was implied that he didn't believe in marriage, but got married in the end anyway because he felt the need to make his partner happy. Awww!!!! This is not your ordinary feel-good movie. And even with all the neediness and the bloopers, I still want to be Gigi.  Here are some of her awesome lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I know I may do a lot of stupid shit, but I know I'm a lot closer to finding someone than you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyway, all my friends used to tell me about how things might work out with these dipsticks because they knew someone, who knew someone, who dated a dipstick just like mine. That girl ended up getting married and living happily ever after. That's the exception and we're not the exception we're the rule."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up: if a boy punches you he likes you, never try to trim your own bangs, and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. every movie we see, every story we're told implores us to wait for it: the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. but sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. how to tell the ones who want us from the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. and maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. maybe the happy ending is just moving on. or maybe the happy ending is this: knowing after all the unreturned phone calls and broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment... you never gave up hope."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-6008916963842809784?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6008916963842809784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=6008916963842809784&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/6008916963842809784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/6008916963842809784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='He&apos;s Just Not That into You'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/Sq2GitNDSEI/AAAAAAAAI_U/NFQfMr1aBqg/s72-c/Notintoyouposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-8524144175437791240</id><published>2009-09-02T15:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:37:07.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday mo kasi....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=54788dc3f4de8976482f38" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/Sn_NaA6bzlI/AAAAAAAAI7M/INW0Gi673sQ/s72-c/mat+and+ayala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-1452267206497531489</id><published>2009-07-13T15:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T15:21:39.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song of the moment... haha! *from xtian*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When Did Your Heart Go Missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rooney!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love don't come so easily&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't have to end in tragedy&lt;br /&gt;I have you and you have me&lt;br /&gt;We're one in a million&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting, waiting for nothing&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving, leaving me hanging&lt;br /&gt;When did your heart go missing?&lt;br /&gt;When did your heart go missing?&lt;br /&gt;I treat you like a princess&lt;br /&gt;But your life is just one big mess&lt;br /&gt;When did your heart go missing?&lt;br /&gt;When did your heart go missing, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant every word I said&lt;br /&gt;I never was lying when we talked in bed&lt;br /&gt;I'm retracing every step in my head&lt;br /&gt;What did I miss back then?&lt;br /&gt;I was so, so misled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting, waiting for nothing&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving, leaving me hanging&lt;br /&gt;When did your heart go missing?&lt;br /&gt;When did your heart go missing?&lt;br /&gt;I treat you like a princess&lt;br /&gt;But your life is just one big mess&lt;br /&gt;When did your heart go missing?&lt;br /&gt;When did your heart go missing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;How could you forget what we had,&lt;br /&gt;It's so wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting, waiting for nothing&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving, leaving me hanging&lt;br /&gt;When did your heart go missing?&lt;br /&gt;When did your heart go missing?&lt;br /&gt;I treat you like a princess&lt;br /&gt;But your life is just one big mess&lt;br /&gt;When did your heart go missing?&lt;br /&gt;When did your heart go missing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were so good&lt;br /&gt;We had a little dream&lt;br /&gt;A little dream together&lt;br /&gt;Buy a house, settle down, do our thing&lt;br /&gt;But you disappeared on me&lt;br /&gt;And your heart, your heart went missin'&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to find it&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where it is&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where your heart went&lt;br /&gt;It was here just the other day&lt;br /&gt;Now it's gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna call the police&lt;br /&gt;Call the investigator, the heart investigator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-1452267206497531489?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1452267206497531489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=1452267206497531489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/1452267206497531489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/1452267206497531489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/song-of-moment-haha-from-xtian.html' title='song of the moment... haha! *from xtian*'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-6341756896687419981</id><published>2009-02-22T15:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:38:41.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that was then... this is now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SaD-ohvMM3I/AAAAAAAAICU/AzZYeGjZm6s/s1600-h/Aftr+2+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SaD-ohvMM3I/AAAAAAAAICU/AzZYeGjZm6s/s320/Aftr+2+weeks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305520333246968690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;light up, light up&lt;br /&gt;as if you had a choice&lt;br /&gt;even if you cannot hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;i'll be right beside you dear...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-snow patrol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-6341756896687419981?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6341756896687419981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=6341756896687419981&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/6341756896687419981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/6341756896687419981'/><link 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SaD59O1MzJI/AAAAAAAAICM/Z-NtLHcN_Sk/s1600-h/Day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SaD59O1MzJI/AAAAAAAAICM/Z-NtLHcN_Sk/s320/Day2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305515191391014034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SaD59HQDtvI/AAAAAAAAICE/FGxPf2rqc8Y/s1600-h/Day2_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SaD59HQDtvI/AAAAAAAAICE/FGxPf2rqc8Y/s320/Day2_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305515189356181234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;painful, yes... but brown and proud! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high five! lol!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SaD5CCOHdvI/AAAAAAAAIB8/gKVB4f2dmxs/s1600-h/High+five.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SaD5CCOHdvI/AAAAAAAAIB8/gKVB4f2dmxs/s320/High+five.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305514174393579250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-7161939332783057048?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7161939332783057048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=7161939332783057048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/7161939332783057048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/7161939332783057048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-2.html' title='day 2...'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SaD59O1MzJI/AAAAAAAAICM/Z-NtLHcN_Sk/s72-c/Day2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-6629798423533759569</id><published>2009-02-08T22:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:09:06.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day....</title><content type='html'>i have tried writing a full account of what happened today but can't seem to come up with a material that will give justice to me and everyone else involved. all i'm sure about is that this day will stand out like a sore thumb because today i finally knew how it is to receive a beating. lol! not a fun experience, trust me. and the culprit is not at all a stranger to me. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;haay daddy dearest (&lt;/span&gt;pweh!)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after being hit in the head a couple times (he aimed at my head most of the time, i wonder why), kicked around, and pushed so hard that my head bounced when it hit the floor, i entertained myself by taking these pics. i hope they serve a good purpose one day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SY7rbpWIr9I/AAAAAAAAIBU/VH89JlhE9J0/s1600-h/080220092168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SY7rbpWIr9I/AAAAAAAAIBU/VH89JlhE9J0/s320/080220092168.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300432671649345490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the damage on the outside. i had a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;manghihilot&lt;/span&gt; fix some bones inside that bruised skin&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SY7sO-j9BBI/AAAAAAAAIBk/nA6tb4xKnr4/s1600-h/080220092185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SY7sO-j9BBI/AAAAAAAAIBk/nA6tb4xKnr4/s320/080220092185.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300433553517773842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SY7ry0PJk_I/AAAAAAAAIBc/jGXri5CYWzQ/s1600-h/080220092175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SY7ry0PJk_I/AAAAAAAAIBc/jGXri5CYWzQ/s320/080220092175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300433069709825010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kick. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-6629798423533759569?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6629798423533759569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=6629798423533759569&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-9039988464801307916</id><published>2009-02-04T11:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:20:10.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to mybtch .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SYkHytt4rbI/AAAAAAAAIAs/wK0iCYlLd-Q/s1600-h/happy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SYkHytt4rbI/AAAAAAAAIAs/wK0iCYlLd-Q/s320/happy.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298775004425006514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SYkGldd-8dI/AAAAAAAAIAk/eY_Jchp0_R0/s1600-h/122630220320179989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=9039988464801307916&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/9039988464801307916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/9039988464801307916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-mybtch.html' title='to mybtch .....'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SYkHytt4rbI/AAAAAAAAIAs/wK0iCYlLd-Q/s72-c/happy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-3969264760380170872</id><published>2009-01-31T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:22:00.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coincidental coincidences....</title><content type='html'>i am finding it really harsh to have come across a reality that one of my friends at work has someone who, like james, is in the US army, was recently deployed to iraq and now lives in a CHU in camp adder in tahlil. he was deployed at exactly the same month that james was and have stayed in waiting in kuwait at exactly the same time that james have! amazing right? but you haven't heard the mother of all coincidences yet. both guys are of the same age, have almost the same birthdays, and (take this) go by the same name! james! bless my foot that stinks!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only difference is this other james is actually super nice to the chick friend. he calls her all the time, talks to her online all the time, sends her flowers and gifts all the time, plans things with her, makes her feel important. he is, according to her, a complete sweetheart! pfff!!! don't even let me start talking about my side of the story. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't talked to james since october. and believe me, it's really beginning to feel like it's no big deal. but with this other chick enjoying all that attention just makes me curse in silence. why can she keep her james and i can't? lol! life, as i have come to realize, always finds its way to point a finger at you if it wants to. just when i have this great determination to move on, i am given with a constant reminder of what it could have been had i not been such a big loser in this equation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's living out my dream y'all! just with a different james. god bless us all! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-7585074732562927546</id><published>2009-01-24T01:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T05:42:31.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cry of a sick blogger.... lol</title><content type='html'>i missed work tonight because i am sick. nothing serious, just the usual allergy-inspired fever that pulls me down at least once a month. and since i slept during the day yesterday, i am now wide awake and, well, a little hungry. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;1am&lt;/span&gt;, the clock said. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;go eat bread&lt;/span&gt;, my stomach said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahhh! i would love to have something really soft and cheesy. it doesn't have to be white, as long as served while a little hot. kinda like what the starbucks people do when they serve you your after-a-day's-work-well-deserved-puffed-in-the-heavens-cloudy ensaymada! mmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! enough dreaming! the ensaymada i am longing for no longer exists. due to some man's will to save, starbucks' ensaymada has been dramatically downgraded. they've stopped using quickmelt cheese for the topping and switched to cheap cheddar. such a horror! so now you will no longer get a heavenly bun capped with perfectly melted cheese. you will get a burned crispified grated cheddar cheese on top of what used to be your comfort food. and they're charging an extra P10 for it! gush!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change can be good. but starbucks! what did you do to my ensaymada?????!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SXoxXig6SkI/AAAAAAAAHlA/mqaMpas4tdI/s1600-h/161220081679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 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type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/confession-of-sick-blogger.html' title='cry of a sick blogger.... lol'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SXoxXig6SkI/AAAAAAAAHlA/mqaMpas4tdI/s72-c/161220081679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-7476965156297118808</id><published>2009-01-20T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:13:44.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday james!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-5987060247581413606</id><published>2009-01-19T06:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:33:35.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a beautiful day!!!!</title><content type='html'>i was amazed by the sun today. the rays passing through layers of clouds before touching the cool waters of the sea just made me hold my breath for a second.  wow! such a beautiful start; full of brightness, full of beauty.  it would be a real shame if this day went to waste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i choose this day to take my dieting seriously. for the past months i've been noticing my growing tummy fats, i didn't really do anything more than just complain, complain and make it grow even more. lol! so thanks to the beautiful sunrise, i feel like i am ready to take responsibility for my own health. and here are some easy tips i would like to follow for starters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* drink water right before getting a meal&lt;br /&gt;* control the amount of unhealthy food intake&lt;br /&gt;* finish up with a fruit (fiber makes you feel full longer)&lt;br /&gt;* do not eat anything after 7pm (i guess this is 7am for me, lol)&lt;br /&gt;* get enough sleep to speed up metabolism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will not say i will exercise because i don't have the heart to say that yet, lol! i think it will come easy later on when my mindset is better and my willpower stronger. for now, i'll just stick with making the healthier choices. to make it more heartbreaking, it means bringing down the fraps and the fast food trips to at least twice a week. it also means cutting down on the large cokes and the cheese. now that i've said it, i don't have an idea what to eat anymore, lol! i wish the healthy choices are just as accessible as the unhealthy ones. but, oh well, it shouldn't be that hard. and here's a funny video that tells me taking control over my weight just may not be as hard 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=5987060247581413606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/5987060247581413606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/5987060247581413606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-beautiful-day.html' title='what a beautiful day!!!!'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-3556128684558559020</id><published>2009-01-14T13:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:03:43.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there is something in the air that night fernando</title><content type='html'>well actually not just THAT night, but all the other nights (and days) since December 20-something.  does anyone else notice how surprisingly cold it is on this island lately? it is already the second week of january.  do you still think it's just the "christmas breeze?"  or is it because of the dramatic melting of the ice caps in the arctic?  damn global warming! now we know the feeling to be an "iced tea."  or is it because of the storms paying visits to nearby islands?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know dude! all i know is it's frigging hard to get myself in the shower every night to prepare for work! it's become a struggle! and yes, i need to get more coats! i just saw someone walking in a fur coat today. on normal days, i would have laughed my tongue out.  but the awful cold is lingering on.  like a sadistic teacher standing over a misbehaving student saying, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;take me seriously!!!&lt;/span&gt;" suddenly, visiting the nearest &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ukay-ukay&lt;/span&gt; stand for some good ol' used thick fluffy comforts (the kind they use in alaska, lol) is a great idea.  i am seriously entertaining the thought right now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-3556128684558559020?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3556128684558559020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=3556128684558559020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/3556128684558559020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/3556128684558559020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-is-something-in-air-that-night.html' title='there is something in the air that night fernando'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-137476729397350191</id><published>2009-01-12T07:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T04:57:41.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year como estas</title><content type='html'>What kind of vitamins did you take as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;that candy jelly thing from forever living and those iron vits in bottles. we were never religious in taking them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you get any compliments today?&lt;br /&gt;let's see... i stayed home and my bro called me fat and a scavenger.... all in the name of love! lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you friends with your neighbors?&lt;br /&gt;yep. heck, we're related!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;i just changed it this weekend.... RED! bring on the passion! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been since you've seen the Lion King?&lt;br /&gt;omg! 12 yrs give or take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you drove more than 15 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;months ago when my dad was testing my driving skills. i haven't been behind the wheel in a long time! i have probably forgotten how to drive. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a crush on your friend's siblings or sibling's friends?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone to the beach?&lt;br /&gt;yes. and this is a retarded question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How good is your eye sight?&lt;br /&gt;it went back to 20/20 early last year :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the longest amount of time you've been on an airplane?&lt;br /&gt;45 minutes. hahaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been out of your country?&lt;br /&gt;not yet. the one chance i got, i turned it down because someone at work got sick and i was thinking it would be hard to miss two people at the same time. i will always feel bad for wasting that gift but i don't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best wedding you've been to?&lt;br /&gt;i am not a wedding fan. i get sleepy with all the fakeness! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would your parents be mad if you got arrested for fighting?&lt;br /&gt;they'd be mad if i got arrested for anything! but didn't i mention i wanted to see one of them get pissed??? :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! to many it's a dream come true, but to some it's just pure tragedy! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a Honda, Toyota or Nissan?&lt;br /&gt;none of the above. what would you suggest i get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;chillaxin! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear contacts?&lt;br /&gt;not anymore ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you usually do first in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;unplug my phone from the charger &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you went to the movies with?&lt;br /&gt;liv. we watched twilight. haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like where you are right now?&lt;br /&gt;not really. this stagnancy is killing me slowly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;i miss my cousies and my family outside this island. and, i'm not gonna lie, i miss james. :P hahaaa!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe ex's can be friends?&lt;br /&gt;hell yea! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last relationship and when?&lt;br /&gt;omg! like almost two years ago wit the j!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been cheated on?&lt;br /&gt;by my dad, YES! he really just cheated *and still cheats* on my mom but i'm putting myself in the equation too, lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been a gymnast or a cheerleader?&lt;br /&gt;haha!!! unfortunately not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever told you they want to spend the rest of their life with you?&lt;br /&gt;errrmm...if they did, i sure wasn't listening. i don't eat bullshit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a boy/girl ever called you babe/baby?&lt;br /&gt;yes...duhhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be in a relationship in four months?&lt;br /&gt;omg! i don't see that happening even in a year. lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone hate you?&lt;br /&gt;i would think so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone annoy you?&lt;br /&gt;some touchy feeler guys at the office annoy me to the ends of my power to reason. though, i haven't murdered them yet. relax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is stressing you out most right now?&lt;br /&gt;it bugs to know that my family is falling apart and there's nothing that i can do about it but to watch it fall and maybe even fall with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone love you?&lt;br /&gt;good lord! i sure hope so. i would need it most when i least deserve it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you easily confused?&lt;br /&gt;i have the tendency to over-analyze. so, yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you high maintenance?&lt;br /&gt;hell nawww!! the fashion trend is over even before i know about it lol! :P  unless of course if you look at the way i eat :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with the way life is going?&lt;br /&gt;gotta admit this isn't a great time for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate it when people smoke around you?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! it sucks that nobody in this country ever asks if other people in the room mind if they smoke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is any part of your body sore?&lt;br /&gt;i feel my stomach bulging. does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about public displays of affection?&lt;br /&gt;too much of it is a form of violation. do not violate your own privacy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What always makes you feel better when you are upset?&lt;br /&gt;geez, i can't even give an answer to this one anymore :P  my issues are escalated, beyond the good music and the good books and the cheesy food that used to calm me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to take walks?&lt;br /&gt;not always. i'm lazy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will your next kiss be a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think there is a way for me to know this at this point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you fight with your grandparents often?&lt;br /&gt;oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the shirt you are wearing from?&lt;br /&gt;giordano... about 8 years ago :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;they were very minor, thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;br /&gt;my bed. because my brother took the place next to my mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have big or small dogs?&lt;br /&gt;i would like a big one if possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;not really afraid. but it really is a form of craziness. it's a magic and a curse and ooohhh you know the rest of the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans for today?&lt;br /&gt;get some more rest and NOT BE LATE for work :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color do you paint your nails?&lt;br /&gt;black or blue or other dark colors that i may like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?&lt;br /&gt;i don't plan to look like a cow, thank you very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you move in a year?&lt;br /&gt;that's a possibility, depending on the australian embassy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were told you were cute?&lt;br /&gt;haha!! rose tells me this all the time :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever read an entire book in one day?&lt;br /&gt;not these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, did you go to sleep smiling?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;if only i could split the bills, yes! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you mean?&lt;br /&gt;i notice that i am sometimes. i hate it afterwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think relationships are even worth it?&lt;br /&gt;some are, some aren't. it's for them to decide cuz i ain't parcipating. at least not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your parents really know you?&lt;br /&gt;no. they're busy fighting and feeding us with each other's dirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever get a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;that's been a temptation lurking in my head for a loooooong time now. it will generate a lot of anger :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you stubborn?&lt;br /&gt;one of my trademarks :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather go to Tokyo or Paris?&lt;br /&gt;i have no business there. i'd rather see the grand canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else is in the room with you?&lt;br /&gt;no one else i can see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-137476729397350191?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/137476729397350191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=137476729397350191&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/137476729397350191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/137476729397350191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-como-estas.html' title='new year como estas'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-7166007853885429585</id><published>2008-12-31T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:59:05.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel like my brain is shrinking....</title><content type='html'>it's the last day of the year and i feel like my brain is shrinking. no improvement whatsoever... still earning from the same job i have for almost four years now, still single, still worrying and going crazy about the same stupid things, and, most of all, still waiting for the australian visa to be approved. yep, the one thing that would determine the rest of my future is still in some office drawer somewhere waiting to be reviewed (and approved). while i'm waiting, i'm definitely making more room for improvements and i can't wait to fill them up soon. i am craving for change! raawwwrrrr!!!!! har har har!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**** notice the proof of the shrinking brain. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-7166007853885429585?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7166007853885429585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=7166007853885429585&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/7166007853885429585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/7166007853885429585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-like-my-brain-is-shrinking.html' title='i feel like my brain is shrinking....'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-5673712232313349428</id><published>2008-12-27T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:21:22.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hail to the bride...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SWlHBcFHb7I/AAAAAAAAHiA/rXp7uy-EHGc/s1600-h/2008-12-15-1219-40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SWlHBcFHb7I/AAAAAAAAHiA/rXp7uy-EHGc/s320/2008-12-15-1219-40.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289837327366451122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twen *and a few extras* on her wedding day 12.20.2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-5673712232313349428?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5673712232313349428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=5673712232313349428&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/5673712232313349428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/5673712232313349428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/hail-to-bride.html' title='hail to the bride...'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SWlHBcFHb7I/AAAAAAAAHiA/rXp7uy-EHGc/s72-c/2008-12-15-1219-40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-8931389633956542330</id><published>2008-12-26T05:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T04:43:11.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post christmas blog</title><content type='html'>so christmas had come and gone. i am a few pounds heavier, that's for damn sure, and my christmas sock is not so empty anymore.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i ended up reaching my hands out to receive the one thing i was almost sure i wouldn't get -- the laptop. this was wish #3 in my impossible wish list! yeyyy!!!! thanks to my cousin christa who waived her rights on her acer and gave the thing to me in the spirit of christmas. she must love me! hehehe :) i love her too. and the rest of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish #1 will probably continue to be so until i get my ass to a place where amazon.com exists and i can set up an account to buy the track myself. i am still saving up for wish #2. somehow, the savings get &lt;em&gt;sidetracked&lt;/em&gt; all the time. so it feels like i'm starting from scratch all the time. heheh :) wish #4 wasn't really a wish... but yea, she's "it" and i hope she takes care of james. cuz if she doesn't, hell, i'll be pissed! as for wish #5..... what else can i say? lol! he just made public his intent to go to aussie after his deployment. i am heading that way, too. but there's really nothing i should smile about. he's going to see wish #4. :( so i lost my love to someone better.... or did i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-8931389633956542330?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8931389633956542330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=8931389633956542330&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/8931389633956542330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/8931389633956542330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/post-christmas-blog.html' title='post christmas blog'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-3967070073321370023</id><published>2008-12-25T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T02:10:11.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Christmas!!!! 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:)'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-4220823429478705540</id><published>2008-12-23T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:32:59.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the new status.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;James Iraq is Iraq, 49 weeks til Australia :P  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-4220823429478705540?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4220823429478705540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=4220823429478705540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/4220823429478705540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/4220823429478705540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-status.html' title='the new status.....'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-3145899984456524140</id><published>2008-12-22T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:49:36.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kinsa ning gada'g baso.... nyahahahaa!!!  :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SU9Dd0s905I/AAAAAAAAGvQ/aLWmmeOG6Zc/s1600-h/jerko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SU9Dd0s905I/AAAAAAAAGvQ/aLWmmeOG6Zc/s320/jerko.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282515067571393426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-3145899984456524140?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3145899984456524140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=3145899984456524140&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/3145899984456524140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/3145899984456524140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/kinsa-ning-gadag-baso-nyahahahaa-d.html' title='kinsa ning gada&apos;g baso.... nyahahahaa!!!  :D'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SU9Dd0s905I/AAAAAAAAGvQ/aLWmmeOG6Zc/s72-c/jerko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-7880061177644893333</id><published>2008-12-22T10:04:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:25:46.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maid of horror</title><content type='html'>so there was me in a dirty white gown with a little lacy pink thingy over it, alone in a room full of people.  just a few steps from me were my twen and her husband, happy in front of the altar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see,i had a role to play. i was the maid of honor.  a little out of place if you give my views on weddings some importance.  a little out of place because i was the only one that didn't belong to a crowd. apparently all the people were either the bride's or groom's family members, high school crew or work buddies.  and they all came in groups.  i, on the other hand, was the only rep from the college tribe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only one! it annoyed me to no end. after all i had put up with just to get it through... i wore a dress for crying out loud!  and nobody remembered i needed a little company! every small talk i made was useless as people just somehow slipped back into their groups.  for the many times i wanted to just up and leave, i kept reminding myself it wasn't about me. that i was doing it for someone else. so it's okay if i felt awefully stupid in a dress, with make up when all i really needed was a friend. just imagine me standing outside the church looking at these groups of people going back to their rides to be on their way to the reception. unfortunately there was no arrangement made for transportation of the entourage. so before all the cars could leave, i just followed this one girl and into the multicab i rode. i was hoping no one would throw me out saying the seat was for someone else. luckily nobody did. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been two days since the day i gave a new meaning to the phrase 'single maid of honor' (lol!), but i am not as pissed anymore. one day i will look past it as if nothing happened.  may this be a lesson, though.  please try not to single someone in.  i didn't realize there is such a thing until it happened to me.  and then i was singled out.  lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-7880061177644893333?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7880061177644893333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=7880061177644893333&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/7880061177644893333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/7880061177644893333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/maid-of-horror.html' title='maid of horror'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-9215711103558706798</id><published>2008-12-16T15:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:19:06.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish List</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Prayer by Stevie B.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- I have tried to find this song for ages and I always end up with a cut-off track (I don't know why). Now i found the full version, but it's not downloadable. It's sold on Amazon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Prayer/dp/B000TPHOZU/ref=sr_f2_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dmusic&amp;qid=1229411169&amp;sr=102-2"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Prayer/dp/B000TPHOZU/ref=sr_f2_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dmusic&amp;qid=1229411169&amp;sr=102-2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ipod&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- since my precious nano was stolen about 2 weeks before my 25th birthday, i feel i deserve a new one. i'll save up for it, i think. no one will give ipods these days. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;laptop&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- nuff' said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i want to know; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is she pretty?&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SUdVLytqgEI/AAAAAAAAFqs/tNis4Sp_Flc/s1600-h/alex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SUdVLytqgEI/AAAAAAAAFqs/tNis4Sp_Flc/s320/alex.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280282749195419714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;james&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- i keep it real all the time but i'll be honest, i would really love to have my sunshine back! lol! go ahead, make fun of me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SUdV0K24faI/AAAAAAAAFq0/dco1dVSG7Pk/s1600-h/james_new-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SUdV0K24faI/AAAAAAAAFq0/dco1dVSG7Pk/s320/james_new-.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280283442871303586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-9215711103558706798?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9215711103558706798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=9215711103558706798&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/9215711103558706798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/9215711103558706798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/wish-list.html' title='Wish List'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SUdVLytqgEI/AAAAAAAAFqs/tNis4Sp_Flc/s72-c/alex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-5636747931376616342</id><published>2008-12-10T14:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:30:26.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some pics of me and the one person who will love me no matter how many times i mess up in this life.....  ♥  u mama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/ST9hfd5syhI/AAAAAAAAE8w/1X5ixk26QQY/s1600-h/291120081550-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/ST9hfd5syhI/AAAAAAAAE8w/1X5ixk26QQY/s320/291120081550-.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278044481531988498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/ST9hWbuFSRI/AAAAAAAAE8o/_t_eYuSBYII/s1600-h/291120081547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/ST9hWbuFSRI/AAAAAAAAE8o/_t_eYuSBYII/s320/291120081547.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278044326327568658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/ST9hOzXUSmI/AAAAAAAAE8g/y1u8r14u9VY/s1600-h/291120081546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/ST9hOzXUSmI/AAAAAAAAE8g/y1u8r14u9VY/s320/291120081546.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278044195235580514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-5636747931376616342?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5636747931376616342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=5636747931376616342&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/5636747931376616342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/5636747931376616342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-pics-of-me-and-one-person-who-will.html' title='some pics of me and the one person who will love me no matter how many times i mess up in this life.....  ♥  u mama!'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/ST9hfd5syhI/AAAAAAAAE8w/1X5ixk26QQY/s72-c/291120081550-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-2876444362082558882</id><published>2008-12-10T14:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:15:24.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bob who?</title><content type='html'>whoever he is, he's awesome! hahaha!!! nangopya ko ya! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ang Pag-ibig Ayon Kay Bob Ong:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1). 'Kung hindi mo mahal ang isang tao, wag ka nang magpakita ng motibo para mahalin ka nya..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2). 'Huwag mong bitawan ang bagay na hindi mo kayang makitang hawak ng iba.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3). 'Huwag mong hawakan kung alam mong bibitawan mo lang.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4). 'Huwag na huwag ka hahawak kapag alam mong may hawak ka na.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5). 'Parang elevator lang yan eh, bakit mo pagsisiksikan ung sarili mo kung walang pwesto para sayo. Eh meron naman hagdan, ayaw mo lang pansinin.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6). 'Kung maghihintay ka nang lalandi sayo, walang mangyayari sa buhay mo.. Dapat lumandi ka din.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7). 'Pag may mahal ka at ayaw sayo, hayaan mo. Malay mo sa mga susunod na araw ayaw mo na din sa kanya, naunahan ka lang.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8). 'Hiwalayan na kung di ka na masaya. Walang gamot sa tanga kundi pagkukusa.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9). 'Pag hindi ka mahal ng mahal mo wag ka magreklamo. Kasi may mga tao rin na di mo mahal pero mahal ka.. Kaya quits lang.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10). 'Kung dalawa ang mahal mo, piliin mo yung pangalawa. Kasi hindi ka naman magmamahal ng iba kung mahal mo talaga yung una.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11). 'Hindi porke't madalas mong ka-chat, kausap sa telepono, kasama sa mga lakad o ka-text ng wantusawa eh may gusto sayo at magkakatuluyan kayo. Meron lang talagang mga taong sadyang friendly, sweet, flirt, malandi, pa-fall o paasa.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12). 'Huwag magmadali sa babae o lalaki. Tatlo, lima , sampung taon, mag-iiba ang pamantayan mo at maiisip mong hindi pala tamang pumili ng kapareha dahil lang maganda o nakakalibog ito. Totoong mas mahalaga ang kalooban ng tao higit sa anuman. Sa paglipas ng panahon, maging ang mga crush ng bayan nagmumukha ding pandesal, maniwala ka.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13). 'Minsan kahit ikaw ang nakaschedule, kailangan mo pa rin maghintay, kasi hindi ikaw ang priority.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14). 'Mahirap pumapel sa buhay ng tao. Lalo na kung hindi ikaw yung bida sa script na pinili nya.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15). 'Alam mo ba kung gaano kalayo ang pagitan ng dalawang tao pag nagtalikuran na sila? Kailangan mong libutin ang buong mundo para lang makaharap ulit ang taong tinalikuran mo.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16). 'Mas mabuting mabigo sa paggawa ng isang bagay kesa magtagumpay sa paggawa ng wala'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17). 'Hindi lahat ng kaya mong intindihin ay katotohan, at hindi lahat ng hindi mo kayang intindihin ay kasinungalingan'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18). 'Kung nagmahal ka ng taong di dapat at nasaktan ka, wag mong sisihin ang puso mo. Tumitibok lng yan para mag-supply ng dugo sa katawan mo. Ngayon, kung magaling ka sa anatomy at ang sisisihin mo naman ay ang hypothalamus mo na kumokontrol ng emotions mo, mali ka pa rin! Bakit? Utang na loob! Wag mong isisi sa body organs mo ang mga sama ng loob mo sa buhay! Tandaan mo: magiging masaya ka lang kung matututo kang tanggapin na hindi ang puso, utak, atay o bituka mo ang may kasalanan sa lahat ng nangyari sayo, kundi IKAW mismo!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19). 'Pakawalan mo yung mga bagay na nakakasakit sa iyo kahit na pinasasaya ka nito. Wag mong hintayin ang araw na sakit na lang ang nararamdaman mo at iniwan ka na ng kasiyahan mo.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20). 'Gamitin ang puso para alagaan ang mga taong malalapit sa iyo. Gamitin ang utak para alagaan ang sarili mo.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21). 'Ang pag-ibig parang imburnal...nakakatakot mahulog...at kapag nahulog ka, it's either by accident or talagang tanga ka..'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-2876444362082558882?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2876444362082558882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=2876444362082558882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/2876444362082558882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/2876444362082558882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/bob-who.html' title='bob who?'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-8909584608193627155</id><published>2008-11-28T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T12:34:19.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watch me burst into flames</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SS90p5cF5iI/AAAAAAAAE7A/Q3qApju43LM/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SS90p5cF5iI/AAAAAAAAE7A/Q3qApju43LM/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273561951816246818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-8909584608193627155?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8909584608193627155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=8909584608193627155&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/8909584608193627155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/8909584608193627155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/watch-me-burst-into-flames.html' title='watch me burst into flames'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SS90p5cF5iI/AAAAAAAAE7A/Q3qApju43LM/s72-c/collage4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-6171401900040413424</id><published>2008-11-28T07:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:30:36.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new morning, new strength</title><content type='html'>good morning!!!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;thought i'd share this little thing i found that moved me with undefined powers.... char! :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There comes a point in your life when you realize&lt;br /&gt;who matters,&lt;br /&gt;who never did,&lt;br /&gt;who won't anymore...&lt;br /&gt;and who always will.&lt;br /&gt;So, don't worry about people from your past,&lt;br /&gt;there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are viewing this blog, that means you are important enough for me that i let you know this blog exists. and i love you. but there is one person i should really leave in my past. i can do it. i'll do it right here. with you as my audience. lol! my daughter would read this one day and she would know at least one "inspiration" to my stupidity. lol! she would tell me how weirdly unreasonable i've been and it would be fine because this chapter would be long gotten over with that it would be taken as a joke. a ridiculously long, fat, pointless joke! lol! so hang on tight! this defeated, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;rebonded&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; little creature will undergo metamorphosis! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-6171401900040413424?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6171401900040413424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=6171401900040413424&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/6171401900040413424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/6171401900040413424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-borrowed.html' title='new morning, new strength'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-217822766090565123</id><published>2008-11-27T19:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T06:57:16.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the holidays so far.....</title><content type='html'>so this has been the first day of the thanksgiving break. i've met up with a dear super friend and watched the movie adaptation of stephenie meyer's "twilight" which bored the hell out of me, lol! i have also seen the latest comment that the underage aussie chick has left on james' profile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nov 27 2008 9:05 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh cool, photos of the lovely scenary of sand over there is it? lol, ah sandstorms and tents ....what a great match!&lt;br /&gt;well i dont no when i'll talk to you again coz of ur schedule =(&lt;br /&gt;take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it pains me more than it should.  i know what i need to do and i can very well say it right here, right now. but talk is cheap; it's always easier said than done. so why don't i just admit i will spend the rest of this friggin long weekend being sick (because i have the flu, thank you very much!), being sad over a close friend that was just sacked, and, the big one, trying to find a way out of some affairs of the heart that i just can't seem to work my way around. don't bother hitting my head with stone. i can manage on my own. lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-217822766090565123?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/217822766090565123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=217822766090565123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/217822766090565123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/217822766090565123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-this-has-been-first-day-of.html' title='the holidays so far.....'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-4921015593315909173</id><published>2008-11-26T13:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:24:20.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freshly baked hair... lol!</title><content type='html'>this should be good to look back to when the powers of the heater, the iron and the hair rebonding products fade. what a loooooong day at the parlor it was! i probably have to think twice when someone tells me to go through it again (especially now that my waves are starting to come back, at least on the right side. too soon, i know! told ya hair's got a mind of its own!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SSzbdRxa98I/AAAAAAAAEc8/JhnXjOTgRDU/s1600-h/241120081392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SSzbdRxa98I/AAAAAAAAEc8/JhnXjOTgRDU/s320/241120081392.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272830559777388482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dax, sharon, moi, ivy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-4921015593315909173?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4921015593315909173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=4921015593315909173&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/4921015593315909173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/4921015593315909173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/fresh-out-of.html' title='freshly baked hair... lol!'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SSzbdRxa98I/AAAAAAAAEc8/JhnXjOTgRDU/s72-c/241120081392.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-2843398134487950719</id><published>2008-11-20T12:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:22:02.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Woman by White Town</title><content type='html'>so i was watching &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;daria&lt;/span&gt; (daria, being the greatest cartoon show ever with the awesomest soundtrack!!) one day when this song took over me. an awesome song by a guy, written from a girl's perspective. wheew! this is one brave act of disparagement from the male camp. hahaa!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Just tell me what you've got to say to me,&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for so long to hear the truth,&lt;br /&gt;It comes as no surprise at all you see,&lt;br /&gt;So cut the crap and tell me that we're through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know your heart, I know your mind,&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know you're being unkind,&lt;br /&gt;So much for all your highbrow Marxist ways,&lt;br /&gt;Just use me up and then you walk away,&lt;br /&gt;Boy you can't play me that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess what you say is true,&lt;br /&gt;I could never be the right kind of girl for you,&lt;br /&gt;I could never be your woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw my best friend yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;She said she never liked you from the start,&lt;br /&gt;Well me, I wish that I could claim the same,&lt;br /&gt;But you always knew you held my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And you're such a charming handsome man,&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I finally understand,&lt;br /&gt;Is it in your genes?, I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll soon find out, that's for sure,&lt;br /&gt;Why did you play me this way?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess what you say is true,&lt;br /&gt;I could never be the right kind of girl for you,&lt;br /&gt;I could never be your woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess what they say is true,&lt;br /&gt;I could never spend my life with a man like you,&lt;br /&gt;I could never be your woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-2843398134487950719?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2843398134487950719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=2843398134487950719&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/2843398134487950719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/2843398134487950719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/your-woman-by-white-town.html' title='Your Woman by White Town'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-1081793484366304357</id><published>2008-11-17T15:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:12:02.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shawarma blues</title><content type='html'>there used to be this great beef shawarma place at the ground level at emall. i bought my first shawarma there and i got hooked..no, addicted.. after taking just the first bite. i remember going there once a week, or as often as i needed the "shawarma fix." their shawarma tasted "clean" and it had no raw meat aftertaste at all. made me smile each time i had some. then my sky turned gray when we went there one day and saw that the store was closed. all that's left was a sign board with the store name (which i can't remember) and the picture of the shawarma-eating genie (their logo). such a harsh day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been over a year and i have not tasted another shawarma that deserves my approval. i need my shawarma fix and nothing else will do the trick except that store with the shawarma-eating genie. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's about time i consider other options! take me to your best shawarma kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SSEnKpCvy3I/AAAAAAAAEc0/ZX_EZbafZ4k/s1600-h/1913586933_1aafbafcc7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SSEnKpCvy3I/AAAAAAAAEc0/ZX_EZbafZ4k/s320/1913586933_1aafbafcc7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269536102769740658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-1081793484366304357?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1081793484366304357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=1081793484366304357&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/1081793484366304357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/1081793484366304357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/shawarma-blues.html' title='shawarma blues'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SSEnKpCvy3I/AAAAAAAAEc0/ZX_EZbafZ4k/s72-c/1913586933_1aafbafcc7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-4777907397686237459</id><published>2008-11-14T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:43:52.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they finally paid a visit!</title><content type='html'>finally, a sign that my australian application did not go to waste!!! two Australian agents from the Aussie Embassy showed up at the office yesterday morning to check me out.  i didn't get the chance to meet them, though. i was already off work and already on the way home. i had no idea what just happened until i reported for duty last night and a few managers came over and filled me in. the aussies spoke with the HR peeps most of the time. i hope they don't decide to deny me again this time. lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-4777907397686237459?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4777907397686237459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=4777907397686237459&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/4777907397686237459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/4777907397686237459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/they-finally-paid-visit.html' title='they finally paid a visit!'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-8883008270608821608</id><published>2008-11-13T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:14:41.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i really should be catching a plane to malaysia today!</title><content type='html'>but thanks to my job, i get to waste my aunt's really good three-week vacation present and stay so i can be exploited (two working saturdays this month... unpaid!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes!! we are such happy campers at our workplace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-8883008270608821608?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8883008270608821608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=8883008270608821608&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/8883008270608821608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/8883008270608821608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-really-should-be-catching-plane-to.html' title='i really should be catching a plane to malaysia today!'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-356219239336904844</id><published>2008-11-12T12:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:54:11.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/11 and already i have the planner</title><content type='html'>i was sitting quietly in my torture chamber that is also my work cube when i was told it's planner time at starbucks again. it was the 4th of november.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, i don't have the card yet and i haven't earned any sticker, not even this instant.  but, just a week after the cards were released, i already got the planner :):):) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SSAy3rnRXKI/AAAAAAAAEcs/JNvXHnLTGcc/s1600-h/131120081266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SSAy3rnRXKI/AAAAAAAAEcs/JNvXHnLTGcc/s320/131120081266.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269267496205114530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a gift, of course.  a very early Christmas present from the same person who gave me the oh-so-awesome starbucks planners last year and the year before that.  this year's is not as fancy, though; not leather-bound, no free little cards.  but it is still a winner, and it offers great thoughts each time you flip the page on to the next month. this one became my instant favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"What we need is less than what we think we want."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can i say! :P Thanks for the planner and the free drinks, Boss!  Until next year! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-356219239336904844?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/356219239336904844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=356219239336904844&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/356219239336904844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/356219239336904844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/1111-and-already-i-have-planner.html' title='11/11 and already i have the 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com/collage&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-collage"  &gt;Celebrity Collage&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/family-pictures"  &gt;Family pictures&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/family-pedigree"  &gt;Family pedigree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.10NXC/bHQ9MTIyNTc3NDU1OTUwMCZwdD*xMjI1Nzc*NjE2NjcxJnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Y29sbGFnZSZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*yJnQ9Jm89MmQ*NjlhZDYxOTgyNDRhYWEwNzk2MWI2ZGVkYzYzNGI=.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-7478324148976119959?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7478324148976119959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=7478324148976119959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/7478324148976119959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/7478324148976119959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/kickers-hehehe.html' title='kickers. hehehe'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-3926884108134556475</id><published>2008-10-26T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:00:35.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daria.... my fave!</title><content type='html'>the girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/daria" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b265/tstewartfan4/Daria.jpg" border="0" alt="Daria Pictures, Images and Photos"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/daria" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z120/midnightstarcow/tv/daria.jpg" border="0" alt="daria Pictures, Images and Photos"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-3926884108134556475?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3926884108134556475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=3926884108134556475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/3926884108134556475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/3926884108134556475'/><link 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to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last perso​n you text messa​ged?​&lt;br /&gt;rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of phone​ do you have?​&lt;br /&gt;the kind that allows you to make phone calls, send messages, record and play media, make notes, read books, take snapshots of your cheating partner..hihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color​ are your eyes?​&lt;br /&gt;brown, but they look black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing​ tomor​row?​&lt;br /&gt;put my newly acquired cooking skill to the test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyon​e named​ Betsy​?​&lt;br /&gt;that's what my mama calls me sometimes (i don't know why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color​ is your hair?​&lt;br /&gt;black as ebony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remem​ber singi​ng any songs​ as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;sure i had my bah bah black sheep days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talke​d to one of your sibli​ngs?​&lt;br /&gt;like 10 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you play an instr​ument​?​&lt;br /&gt;air guitar ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you aller​gic to anyth​ing?​&lt;br /&gt;crustaceans, ciggy smoke, perfume and other scented stuff, self-righteous people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyon​e jealo​us of you?&lt;br /&gt;they're jealous about my living in a sick sad world? i don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ were you 1 hour ago?&lt;br /&gt;kitchen... eating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ were you 8 hours​ ago?&lt;br /&gt;drugstore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyon​e ever told you that they like you more than as a frien​d?​&lt;br /&gt;something to that effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your hair natur​ally curly​ or strai​ght?​&lt;br /&gt;it's perpetually messy and unmanageable. most strands look straight though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss the way thing​s used to be?&lt;br /&gt;hell yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your last conve​rsati​on on the phone​ about​?​&lt;br /&gt;with lorie... was checking if she's meeting us or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you ever live with anyon​e on your top frien​ds?​&lt;br /&gt;why the h-e-l-l not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you held hands​ with anyon​e in the past three​ month​s?​&lt;br /&gt;i don't hold hands... it's gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ a lot of peopl​e think​ bad thing​s about​ you?&lt;br /&gt;i bet! i'm misunderstood most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you regre​t doing​ anyth​ing this week?​&lt;br /&gt;overspending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you growi​ng apart​ from someo​ne close​?​&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyth​ing sore on your body?​&lt;br /&gt;my arms. and i'm probably the first one to die from headache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ thing​s will chang​e in the next few month​s?​&lt;br /&gt;i hope so, but i ain't betting my life on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyth​ing disap​point​ you today​?​&lt;br /&gt;yes! jerk's made me die a thousand deaths for the past four years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is bothe​ring you right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;just being taken for granted is really getting into me now... finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could​ go to any place​ right​ now, where​ would​ you go?&lt;br /&gt;anywhere where people are happy and dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyon​e call you baby?​&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'​re being​ extre​mely quiet​,​ what does that mean?​&lt;br /&gt;either i don't get it or i just friggin don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a patie​nt perso​n?​&lt;br /&gt;i wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you'​re nervo​us?​&lt;br /&gt;(other people's observation) i touch my nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want someo​ne back in your life?​&lt;br /&gt;i probably do but don't wanna admit it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you curre​ntly feeli​ng?​&lt;br /&gt;ignored and small and angry and stupid. just shitty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy​ with life?​&lt;br /&gt;i'm not one of those lucky ones. i'm pretty damn sure life's not happy with me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing​ this morni​ng at 7AM?&lt;br /&gt;finishing up at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ were you Satur​day?​&lt;br /&gt;today is saturday and i'm home. very sick and broke. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever lose a frien​d?​&lt;br /&gt;they're not lost... just out of touch. i'll find them one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thoug​ht you liked​ someo​ne,​ and then found​ out that you reall​y didn'​t?​&lt;br /&gt;not that i remember....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someo​ne liked​ you right​ now, would​ you want them to tell you?&lt;br /&gt;depends who that friggin someone is. poor guy. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked​ someo​ne older​ than you?&lt;br /&gt;yes i have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you belie​ve ex's can be frien​ds?​&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah! i'm friends with all of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were extre​mely disap​point​ed?​&lt;br /&gt;just today. it has something to do with the useless person i have come to love, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tickl​ish?​&lt;br /&gt;i am. i also find it easy to kick the crotches of those that tickle me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you someo​ne'​s best frien​d?​&lt;br /&gt;i sure hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a morni​ng perso​n or a night​ perso​n?​&lt;br /&gt;i've been working night shift for 3.5 yrs. watyathnk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has your myspa​ce passw​ord?​&lt;br /&gt;me and me only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your heart​ latel​y?​&lt;br /&gt;it's been tortured but it's still pumping blood like a pro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a jealo​us perso​n?​&lt;br /&gt;yes i am, though i try to hide it and succeed most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could​ see one perso​n right​ now, who would​ it be?&lt;br /&gt;james&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyon​e ever mista​ken you for someo​ne else?​&lt;br /&gt;goodness yes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the weath​er like today​?​&lt;br /&gt;it's okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose​ bed did you sleep​ in last?​&lt;br /&gt;mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could​ move somew​here else,​ would​ you?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'​s life?​&lt;br /&gt;hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love?​&lt;br /&gt;yes. it's one of life's great tragedy for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-830340948672569536?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/830340948672569536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=830340948672569536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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wedding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they may have a point, but what makes more sense to me at this very point in my God-forsaken life is that it is rude to go to someone else's wedding when you don't even believe in weddings in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, people who wed are those that claim to be in love. people that are in love are in a trance. they are not in their normal minds. some claim to be in a better state, but it is not the normal state of mind nonetheless. they're jaded. to some extent, crazed. and then somewhere between the veins of the heart and the seats of the brain snap. like some wires losing contact. suddenly, they're no longer "in love."  and then all hell breaks loose -- everything goes down the drain.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really a supporter of wedding vows that become empty in time. love is a form of deception.  it does not require to be acknowledged by a supposedly sacred ritual of a wedding ceremony.  you guys really shouldn't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, would you still like the presence of some angry, bittered soul like me at your "special day?" don't make me come....i don't want to be rude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-8130262707931785726?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8130262707931785726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=8130262707931785726&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/8130262707931785726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/8130262707931785726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-i-read.html' title='so i read.....'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-8994395801422817709</id><published>2008-09-10T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:37:46.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this time today.....</title><content type='html'>... my best friend is getting married. and instead of being there by her side wishing her off, i am at home in bed and even failing to fall asleep (probably the guilt). it is downright disturbing how we talk about always being there for each other and i can't even make it to witness her big day. i just feel terrible! she is in such a life-changing event and her "best friend" chair is empty, thanks to me.  definitely one of those days when it's hard to live with myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in all fairness to me, she just told me about it a few hours before the ceremony. given my geographic location and work schedule, i just can't make it on such a short notice. so i should really forgive myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive myself.  yes, i'll do that. and when i finally do, i'll ask her forgiveness again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-8994395801422817709?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8994395801422817709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=8994395801422817709&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 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up in this vampire love story that is meant for young adults. but it all happened too quick. i was at the ladies room at work one day (or night) complaining about my red eyes and a dear friend joked about the possibility of my turning into a vampire "just like bella." bella, according to her, is this clumsy teenage mortal who fell unconditionally and irrevocably in love with a vampire in a delightful vampire series by stephenie meyer. before i knew it, i was reading the series like a maniac! the treatment is not all that impressive and the writing is not all that great, but it was good enough to get me hooked. something about it is just so hard to ignore, like you can't stand to not know about. obviously, i am not the only one who just can't escape this vampire hype. i share the same fundness with one hundred million people who's even had it worse -- the role-playing, website-hosting, fan club people. so they made a movie. and like the teens are not aching and lusting for it already, it is set to come out in december! only four agonizing months!  by the team the movie is out, the die-hards would know all the lines. lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SMPITJzmAhI/AAAAAAAADFk/bU2eNOpvV4Q/s1600-h/2726875568_39ab495405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SMPITJzmAhI/AAAAAAAADFk/bU2eNOpvV4Q/s320/2726875568_39ab495405.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243254622564778514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-1160312538228123728?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1160312538228123728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-858436175763387957</id><published>2008-09-01T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:37:26.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever happened to my august 2008?</title><content type='html'>was that my birthday month that just passed??? goodness, i'm already 25 yrs and a month (almost) old! haha! what a painful number... 25. i ain't gettin any younger. is this why i'm feeling all weak that i almost spent my birthday at the hospital? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not entirely. see, i learned the hard way: stress is a risk factor for hypertension. i strongly believe this is where all these stomach pains are coming from. supergirl finally falls down after trying to get by with stressful work and stressful home. it didn't really leave, the pain. it's been with me since that one sad day when they sent me to the hospital for fears that it might be appendicitis. thank goodness they're wrong. the sad part is, i don't really know what's going on. the doctors can't seem to tell either. so my father begins reading all these medical books and comes up with all these hypotheses. the latest and strongest belief he has is that the dysfunction is all related to PMS. "hormonal imbalance can cause all sorts of damage that will eventually become fatal," he'd say. so he got me on this program of strict diet, exercise, and oh-so-many vitamins! there's some i need to take before meals, some more with meals, and even some more after meals. there's just way too many pills, it's driving me crazy! he does this to all members of the family, though. so i'm not the only one going wacko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's the guilt. i hope not, cuz if drinking more than 20 tablets a day is an effort i need to do to make him feel better then i don't think it's worth all that swallowing. vitamins are a good thing, yes i'm there, but that is out of the question. there has got to be some other way to show remorse.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... or maybe he really just wants me to be un-"sickly." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk, i am just being my usual self, always doubting and over-analyzing. i am already stressful on my own. i do not need more. and the past month, i focused on trying to feel better.  i am 25 now so i hope that makes me experienced enough to know how to handle this better. touche!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-858436175763387957?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/858436175763387957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=858436175763387957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/858436175763387957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/858436175763387957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/whatever-happened-to-my-august-2008.html' title='whatever happened to my august 2008?'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-6822003474828969659</id><published>2008-08-20T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:38:44.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy pills</title><content type='html'>these are the after-meals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SMPZRtm09GI/AAAAAAAADFs/iHn1_KgLtU0/s1600-h/19082008020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SMPZRtm09GI/AAAAAAAADFs/iHn1_KgLtU0/s320/19082008020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243273289512842338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-6822003474828969659?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6822003474828969659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=6822003474828969659&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/6822003474828969659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/6822003474828969659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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me</title><content type='html'>i've been meaning to write for the longest time.  i'd take out a pen and paper, but somehow i end up writing nothing. back in the day, i'd just scribble about the things that pissed me off and i could fill out five pages in less than an hour. i had a lot of things to say and a lot of complaints. complaints complaints complaints!! now everytime i want to write, i come up with nothing.  could it be that i just don't have nothing to complain about? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absolutely not! in fact, i have a lot to tell and definitely more than a lot to complain about.  i have been a victim of theft, been getting less and less control over my weight, been getting short breaths, been experiencing weird headaches and my budget is getting tight. i've also been dealing with a failing plan, a lost brother, a cheating father and an angry mother. i am typically drowning in hardship, to put it mildly.  i want to put these all into words, but everytime i try i'd think better of it and change my mind.  no one wants to document a parent's cheating moment.... not if one can help it.  but this is really beginning to take its toll on me. i'd be on a bus and wonder if i'd still get home to both parents. i still keep a straight face though.  a straight face and a straight mind (i hope!).  and i stay close. the blows are harder, but maybe this way i will be able to understand why it happened and why it is happening again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-7074449333901534862?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7074449333901534862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=7074449333901534862&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;http://www.wsu.edu/~brians/errors/errors.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-4810893293495730287?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4810893293495730287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=4810893293495730287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/4810893293495730287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/4810893293495730287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/common-errors-in-english.html' title='common errors in english'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-3940883813970908325</id><published>2008-07-04T17:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T04:51:50.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today.....</title><content type='html'>I lost my cellphone.  God bless the person who took it. Maybe he needs money to buy medicine for a sick relative, or to send his child to school, in which case, I am glad to be of help.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, cellphone.  I will definitely hold on to the things you left behind -- the memories, the pictures, the videos, the headphones and the charger (lol). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SG6MgZL9NDI/AAAAAAAAC2w/sKSphMvdbI8/s1600-h/phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SG6MgZL9NDI/AAAAAAAAC2w/sKSphMvdbI8/s320/phone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219263506313720882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-3940883813970908325?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3940883813970908325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=3940883813970908325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/3940883813970908325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/3940883813970908325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/today.html' title='today.....'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SG6MgZL9NDI/AAAAAAAAC2w/sKSphMvdbI8/s72-c/phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-5886796214343011378</id><published>2008-06-28T14:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T14:31:15.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are these what i think they are???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SGXaed6nlKI/AAAAAAAAC2o/k25PWDuBNYQ/s1600-h/06092008009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SGXaed6nlKI/AAAAAAAAC2o/k25PWDuBNYQ/s320/06092008009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216815960340010146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think so. But only God knows....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-5886796214343011378?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5886796214343011378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=5886796214343011378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/5886796214343011378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/5886796214343011378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/are-these-what-i-think-they-are.html' title='are these what i think they are???'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SGXaed6nlKI/AAAAAAAAC2o/k25PWDuBNYQ/s72-c/06092008009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-3349040342872541637</id><published>2008-06-15T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T08:22:08.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alexandra simone having quite a day @ mcdonald's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SHFhUGIIPJI/AAAAAAAADA8/Lg4S5UzNolg/s1600-h/14062008007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SHFhUGIIPJI/AAAAAAAADA8/Lg4S5UzNolg/s320/14062008007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220060440969100434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SHFhUEDEWZI/AAAAAAAADBE/DgGhrRVALQk/s1600-h/14062008010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SHFhUEDEWZI/AAAAAAAADBE/DgGhrRVALQk/s320/14062008010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220060440411003282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SHFhUHg24yI/AAAAAAAADBM/Or4KfU0sHU0/s1600-h/14062008011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SHFhUHg24yI/AAAAAAAADBM/Or4KfU0sHU0/s320/14062008011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220060441341256482" 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mcdonald&apos;s'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SHFhUGIIPJI/AAAAAAAADA8/Lg4S5UzNolg/s72-c/14062008007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-3070622630916053937</id><published>2008-05-29T10:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T12:33:27.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so you were won over by the super good looks and the great dedication to his art and business...</title><content type='html'>... and then you saw him dance.... ;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qMBGvKJnzbI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qMBGvKJnzbI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-3070622630916053937?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3070622630916053937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=3070622630916053937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/3070622630916053937'/><link rel='self' 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there aren't miracles, I will make one for you&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad, they're all mine, I will fight to the end&lt;br /&gt;You allow me to believe that I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams, held tightly in the palm of my hand&lt;br /&gt;People are full of self esteem as they move forwards&lt;br /&gt;Hope, kept in my chest&lt;br /&gt;The heart will learn to say no, rejecting the weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, next to my side&lt;br /&gt;Because there is a rainbow in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the brightest star&lt;br /&gt;Deeply attracting all my strength&lt;br /&gt;I'm certain that you are my one and only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fiercest thing is that I have foolish courage&lt;br /&gt;If there aren't miracles, I will make one for you&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad, they're all mine, I will fight to the end&lt;br /&gt;You allow me to believe that I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurts, allows me to be different&lt;br /&gt;I cried, more mature now, my determination has awaken&lt;br /&gt;Hope, kept in my chest&lt;br /&gt;My heart will learn to say no, rejecting the weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, next to my side&lt;br /&gt;Because there is a rainbow in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the brightest star&lt;br /&gt;Deeply attracting all my strength&lt;br /&gt;I'm certain that you are my one and only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fiercest thing is that I have foolish courage&lt;br /&gt;If there aren't miracles, I will make one for you&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad, they're all mine, I will fight to the end&lt;br /&gt;You allow me to believe that I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me who was once hurt, thought the world only held loneliness&lt;br /&gt;You found my smile, your gentleness helped me stay strong til the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-166169905174115303?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-4911779532134140331</id><published>2008-05-28T12:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:35:32.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come november......</title><content type='html'>i will have a flight to catch, a vacation to enjoy, a job to save, and a life to live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in order for me to enjoy them to the fullest though, i would need to use my thinking cap really good and deal with this "creature" - the head is here and the tail is in november.  how i treat the head today seriously determines the tail's behavior.  i know it will whack me real bad if i made an error now..... and though it is, for the most part, a happy event, it is really stressing me out big time. ufffff!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why don't i just get some lovin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-5991184941555181551</id><published>2008-05-27T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T10:59:02.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting to know you....</title><content type='html'>juicy article about God's Fave....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://tvbgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/face-to-face-im-not-prince-wu-zun.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-5991184941555181551?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5991184941555181551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=5991184941555181551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SCf4INRGs-I/AAAAAAAAALI/fDWn3KuJ_rA/s72-c/1_870263929l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-7720484321369815272</id><published>2008-04-28T07:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T12:28:22.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say what again!</title><content type='html'>1) What is the hardest feeling for you?&lt;br /&gt;* admitting you're wrong after you've sworn with your life you were right&lt;br /&gt;* telling you don't love someone when you do&lt;br /&gt;* seeing a loved one suffer&lt;br /&gt;* going to work on a weekend when you know you won't be paid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What do you want to receive on your birthday? &lt;br /&gt;* not really used to receiving gifts... i always feel weird when i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Reach your hand out to the right. What do you touch?&lt;br /&gt;* the ancient speaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What time did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;* haven't slept at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What's the wallpaper on your computer?&lt;br /&gt;* jamez. hehehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What can you hear besides the computer?&lt;br /&gt;* the busy highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Do you agree to the saying "to forgive is to forget?"&lt;br /&gt;* hell naw!! only fools forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) When was the last time tears started to roll down your cheek?&lt;br /&gt;* why didn't you just say cry??? *bitchin*&lt;br /&gt;to answer that though, i think it was yesterday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What/Who makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;* this question makes me sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What makes you frustrated?&lt;br /&gt;* this question makes me angry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What are your favorite books?&lt;br /&gt;* i read pretty much everything. of course i don't finish them all. i particularly hate it when the author is too flowery. don't get me wrong though, i respect the fact that it's good writing (sometimes), but four pages to explain how a dress is flowing???? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What would you like to have right "at this moment" which seems totally impossible?&lt;br /&gt;* a red hummer h3 or a black chevy impala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Who will you turn to if you have a huge prob?&lt;br /&gt;* depends on what "huge problem" you're talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What's your favorite song at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;* bleeding love, though i am kind of getting tired of it already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) What was the last song that kept ringing on your mind last night before you sleep?&lt;br /&gt;* melt with you, only because it was playing in the movie i was watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) What was the best event that happened last year?&lt;br /&gt;* the C family reunion... first one yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)Where have you been today?&lt;br /&gt;* haven't been anywhere yet, it's morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;* chicharon :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)wHo are you with ryt now?? are they cool?&lt;br /&gt;* alone... yes, i'm cool :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Have you gone to the beach just w/ your buddies?&lt;br /&gt;* yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Do you love sunsets?&lt;br /&gt;* u kidding?? i worship them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) What are your wishes for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;* good health&lt;br /&gt;* unending happiness for me and my family&lt;br /&gt;* australian visa (give it to me already!!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Who do you wanna be w/ on the day of your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;* definitely those that matter.  i have come to know the people i consider "friends" for the past decade aren't really more than just people i know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Have you ever felt that you've been taken for granted?&lt;br /&gt;* like 80% of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) thing/s you regret?&lt;br /&gt;* the huge mistakes came back with huge lessons so i don't think i'll ever regret them. sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Is there anything else you want to do besides answering this survey?&lt;br /&gt;* yea, take a shower :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) What's the most important sentence/s that lingers in your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;* "if you live in misery, you're doing it on purpose"&lt;br /&gt;your life is what you make of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) cookies n' cream or double dutch?&lt;br /&gt;* double dutch... my mom's favorite ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Chocolate cake or brazo de mercedes?&lt;br /&gt;* the better-than-sex chocolate cake. hahaha!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 Who's the last person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;* sharon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32). What was the last text message you received?&lt;br /&gt;* reply ni sharon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) how do you feel right now?&lt;br /&gt;* broke, broken, and continuously breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) whats your plan next week?&lt;br /&gt;* go to my Oyong's birthday church thing as planned (i hope i find a dress for this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;* hell yea!!! not just one... one million!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) what's her/his role in your life&lt;br /&gt;* most of them, family. the other one sticking like a sore thumb (and i mean the only one NOT family) is you-know-what &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) Have you hurt somebody in the past?&lt;br /&gt;* i'm pretty sure i have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) the person who loves u most or the person u love most?&lt;br /&gt;* this should be one and the same. otherwise, i'd rather be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) in a relationship, rebound dating, single, whatever?&lt;br /&gt;* super single :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-7720484321369815272?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7720484321369815272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=7720484321369815272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/7720484321369815272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/7720484321369815272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/say-what-again.html' title='say what again!'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-1672918162208485627</id><published>2008-04-27T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T08:49:59.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i love you, but enough is enough.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some borrowed words i say to myself sometimes. they always come off weak. insincere. empty. but i'm going to say it again. i'm going to say it again and again until i actually start to mean it. and then, i'll be saying it for the last time.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-1672918162208485627?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1672918162208485627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=1672918162208485627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/1672918162208485627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/1672918162208485627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='.....'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-1319176127050407426</id><published>2008-04-25T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T17:28:55.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let me tell you 'bout the birds and the bees.....</title><content type='html'>the birds poop on your head and the bees, well, does it just suck if they lived inside your ears???? lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that happy song just doesn't cut it for me anymore. the flowers trigger sinusitis, the trees aren't just as many, and the moon up above... now what about it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the thing called love.. WHAT ABOUT IT???? ppfffttttt!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;****someone is really smokin mad****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-1319176127050407426?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1319176127050407426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=1319176127050407426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/1319176127050407426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/1319176127050407426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/let-me-tell-you-bout-birds-and-bees.html' title='let me tell you &apos;bout the birds and the bees.....'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-3656319624884500105</id><published>2008-04-25T16:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T16:50:13.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to the secret world of forced labor....</title><content type='html'>to work on a saturday is one thing....&lt;br /&gt;to work on a saturday with no pay is definitely .... *&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;god stop me from badmouthing&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uuugggghhhh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile... smile... smile... SMIIIIIILE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-3656319624884500105?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3656319624884500105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=3656319624884500105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/3656319624884500105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/3656319624884500105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/welcome-to-secret-world-of-forced-labor.html' title='welcome to the secret world of forced labor....'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-8928467664489326628</id><published>2008-04-15T10:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T14:45:57.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leona lewis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SAQsMBbT-xI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2QpBhkWFoWY/s1600-h/leanalewisbanner1eq7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SAQsMBbT-xI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2QpBhkWFoWY/s320/leanalewisbanner1eq7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189321255690697490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;okay... so i just spent the past two hours falling deeper and deeper in love with the talents that this brit singer leona lewis is sharing to the world.  man, she breathes tunes!! and she's only 23 for crying out loud! i so feel sorry for kelly clarkson whose winning piece "a moment like this" was revived by the awesome leona, and sadly, in ways more than one, miss lewis scrubbed miss clarkson.  there's just no way another star can survive the brightness of this star, leona.... especially not at this point in her career, AND especially if you're singing the same song :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;so she's Britain's idol, but she's starting to dominate the US music scene with that catchy, awfully bloody sad song 'bleeding love.'  when i first heard it, i thought it was ALMOST monotonous but somehow amazed at how every word has a distinct tune.  then  it was easy to see why this won so many hearts.  i wonder how singer jesse mccartney felt when leona brought 'bleeding love' to the number one spot.  he and onerepublic frontman originally wrote this song for his album but later decided it was not fitting for him so they gave it away.  tsk tsk! and so the singing goddess leona made the best of it by making a video wearing a  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pound_sterling" title="Pound sterling"&gt;£&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;100,000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dolce_%26_Gabbana" title="Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana"&gt;Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; crystal-encrusted dress and wowing the whole of Europe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;what is a little off though is that they made a US version of the video and it is, in a lot of bad points, a mediocre compared to the original UK version.  for one, the dress that can feed a small country is no longer there (LOL), and the cameraman made her look something like a horse!  maybe he has something against "good angles," haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;leona is one supermodel material though.  she is most beautiful without much makeup.  now, if you'll excuse me. i think i have just fully downloaded her second single, "better in time."  time i dig it!!!! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-8928467664489326628?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8928467664489326628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=8928467664489326628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/8928467664489326628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/8928467664489326628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/leona-lewis.html' title='leona lewis'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SAQsMBbT-xI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2QpBhkWFoWY/s72-c/leanalewisbanner1eq7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-8660607997650621384</id><published>2008-04-14T05:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T05:32:33.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cut my hair last week....</title><content type='html'>... and the first week of my short-hair life was just a little better than hell (which, by normal human standards, is still a friggin' mess!).  truth be told... my hair has a mind of its own.  it doesn't set as directed, always hard to manage, and the strands are as thick as a tree branch. haha! it looks big with all that thickness and fly-aways now that i can't bring it all to a ponytail.   so until it grows a little longer, i'll live life looking like those heads Super Mario likes to step on. har har! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SAJ7cRbT-vI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pMyu--hh0bQ/s1600-h/da+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SAJ7cRbT-vI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pMyu--hh0bQ/s320/da+hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188845446328744690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consolation: there's more to life than bad hair days.... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-8660607997650621384?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8660607997650621384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=8660607997650621384&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/8660607997650621384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/8660607997650621384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cut-my-hair-last-week.html' title='i cut my hair last week....'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SAJ7cRbT-vI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pMyu--hh0bQ/s72-c/da+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-7464280634763943264</id><published>2008-04-06T04:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:58:24.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blooper</title><content type='html'>Taking a second language as if your own and doing it at night is not at all times easy.... especially when coffee just won't do the job of keeping you alert.   This is my worst blooper yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*after we're done with her main concern, which ate up about 4 minutes. rep, that is me, is a little tired now*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;caller:  also, i would like to find out about your pricing program&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;me: sure! thank you for your interest. i can send you a fact sheet if you could provide me your email address&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;caller: *gave the email* would there be an expiry date for this service?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;me: no ma'am, the price is yours to control if you have this service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;caller: great! that's pretty much what i wanted to know anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;me: right, so shall i send you the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;fuck-shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; still?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my hair stood when i heard myself say that, so i opted for a comeback....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;me: i'm sorry, ma'am.  should i send you the fact sheet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;steeeeel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(.... just to murder another word. hahahah!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there I was making a complete fool (an obscene one too) of myself.  I'm lucky the caller was Asian.  She completely understood the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slip-out.&lt;/span&gt;  Hehehe :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-7464280634763943264?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7464280634763943264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=7464280634763943264&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/7464280634763943264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/7464280634763943264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/blooper.html' title='blooper'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-5485531204338259203</id><published>2008-03-25T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T06:13:20.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, mama!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SAKFXxbT-wI/AAAAAAAAAKY/TixXb_SgfWI/s1600-h/26032008122-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SAKFXxbT-wI/AAAAAAAAAKY/TixXb_SgfWI/s320/26032008122-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188856364135611138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-5485531204338259203?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5485531204338259203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=5485531204338259203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/5485531204338259203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/5485531204338259203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-mama.html' title='happy birthday, mama!!!!'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/SAKFXxbT-wI/AAAAAAAAAKY/TixXb_SgfWI/s72-c/26032008122-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-4524451061729787881</id><published>2008-03-23T06:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T08:47:59.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the real world and the animated world collide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/R-WUs1Nf9nI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LF6S-4VyW_Q/s1600-h/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/R-WUs1Nf9nI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LF6S-4VyW_Q/s320/collage5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180710444278478450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/R-WUflNf9mI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qBIST6nBSkA/s1600-h/enchanted.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/R-WUflNf9mI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qBIST6nBSkA/s320/enchanted.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180710216645211746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and i have to say both worlds have collided well in this laughable, exceptionally adorable movie.  i can't imagine the time spent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;digitally&lt;/span&gt; to bring this film to perfection, i mean, doesn't it take ages to edit just a single picture???  try a full-length movie! pheww!! but of course Disney has more than enough manpower (and budget) to do whatever they want with any production so it is only right that this is perfected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story is about a cartoon maiden who is about to marry a handsome prince whose stepmother is a jealous b****.  for fear of losing her throne, the wicked stepmother sends the poor girl to a world with "no happy endings."  popping out of a manhole, there she is in NY! LOL! that thought alone tickles me.  A manhole, of all places.  probably an irony of how we perceive fairy tales and happy endings these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you watch the movie, you would notice familiar scenes from the disney princess films we have grown up with but have not necessarily outgrown from.  you have an eternally optimistic sweet girl who bursts into songs whenever she feels like it, and a few animals and people that actually sing with her.  lol!  Amy Adams, the actress playing sing-song girl,  turned out to be one enchanting, VERY talented actress.  she is very animated -the facial expressions, mannerisms, graceful movements, and innocent behaviors of a Disney princess has been portrayed oh so perfectly by Miss Adams.  She is the reason why I am so hooked to this film.  just had to see her frolicking throughout the movie 100 thousand times! funny how i used to hate her, haha! of course, susan sarandon also stars in the film... for about 15 minutes, hehe. but i've always believed in her great capacity as an actress so i should really watch this movie 200 thousand times.  and,oh, the guys are delectable.  one must not discount the handsomeness of patrick dempsey and james marsden,  so make that 300 thousand times.  lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-4524451061729787881?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4524451061729787881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=4524451061729787881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/4524451061729787881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/4524451061729787881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/real-world-and-animated-world-collide.html' title='the real world and the animated world collide'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/R-WUs1Nf9nI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LF6S-4VyW_Q/s72-c/collage5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-1305356242456812041</id><published>2008-03-17T13:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:32:39.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the year before.....</title><content type='html'>if i were to blog about a happy day and had to choose one, i'd choose the 17th of march, 2007.  yep, this day, last year.  it was a saturday.  usually a day for movies and food trips with friends. but i went home early that day. i was planning to clean my room. right after showering, i turned on the computer for some music and started clearing out the mess all over the place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but a sudden sound from the computer stopped me.  i had a yahoo message. i checked and before i knew it, i was smiling like a lottery winner.  maybe even more! the message was from someone i seriously liked... the one i thought i would never talk to ever again. i was sent straight up to cloud number 9! the message just said "hey," as how most conversations with this guy would start.  i can't remember what we were talking about, but we were chatting online for 20 minutes.  i was very happy.  to make things better, my phone suddenly rang and there he was on the line. live! dang!!! :):):) i was in a point of happiness i've never been before!  i was hearing bells and the poor guy had to repeat whatever he was saying. lol!  he told me he was at his best friend's house and that he was the only one awake. of course! it was probably 2am in AZ at the time. but personally, i felt a little sad for the guy. he just lost someone who, according to his blog, he "loved" so he probably had issues going to sleep. then i felt worse because it occured to me that he was probably on the phone with me because there was nothing else left to do with his time.  but then, i was too happy just talking to him that i shrugged the bad idea off.  he was very nice, would always take the time to explain things (whatever it was that we talked about) to me. he said he could tell when i wasn't getting it, cuz otherwise, i would have tons of comments. lol! the many years of talking to this person (started talking to him in 2004) must have really taught him a thing or two. i decided his voice was nice.. the kind i want to hear every morning. heheh :) his laughter was goofy and sounded really cute, too. i wanna remember it, but i can't. not anymore. it's been too long. too long that i shouldn't be blogging about it. too long that i should just leave it in the memory box in good fate and good heart. yep! that is probably the best thing to do cuz, in an nutshell, there's really nothing too precious about a guy that made you go through pain double-whammie style.  first, you had to see him go off with someone.  then, you had to see him deal with the pain of losing that someone.  and if he called because he was too damn sad, i was being a shark feeding on other people's miseries.  so there's nothing really special about that either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, it was the most divine happiness i have ever encountered. how can i possibly sweep it under the rag?  i can't help but think about it, dwell on it from time to time. long for it. wish for it. i fear i may never have something like it again. but at any rate, i really should just be thankful it happened.  this day last year, i got really really lucky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-1305356242456812041?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1305356242456812041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=1305356242456812041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/1305356242456812041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/1305356242456812041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/year-before.html' title='the year before.....'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-6887211370999022480</id><published>2008-03-15T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T15:10:47.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>****movies galore****</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, I was complaining about not having the chance to watch a full movie.  I felt bad for myself, so I indulged.   Now, I feel better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/R923FXT2wXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VsbWPI_DZXM/s1600-h/Twenty_seven_dresses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/R923FXT2wXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VsbWPI_DZXM/s320/Twenty_seven_dresses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178496449330463090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27 Dresses&lt;/span&gt; - A story about a nice lady who has to endure the torture of helping her sister to marry the man she secretly loves.  The storyline is kinda like a cross between &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Her Shoes&lt;/span&gt; but is focused more on the i-love-him-he-loves-her concept.   The director gave the script a lot of hearty touches, and the acting is definitely not second-rate.  Very well executed.  I fell in love with James Marsden in the end.  Hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/R924s3T2wYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/75g3W5Se0mk/s1600-h/2109842835_89c7f7eae2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/R924s3T2wYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/75g3W5Se0mk/s320/2109842835_89c7f7eae2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178498227446923650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Eye&lt;/span&gt; - Another one of those Japanese horror hits that were Hollywood-ized.  This one has Jessica Alba playing the lead role, the blind Sidney Wells.  I was told that the Japanese version is one of the scariest horror flicks around, but this one is a piece of candy! This is probably because I have been exposed to "ghost whisperer" ideas that I actually felt a little irritated whenever Sidney ran away from the ghosts.  I personally think Sidney's reaction to the supernatural things she saw very much fit her role.  She's been blind for so long, and when she was able to see, and was actually seeing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;, she chose to put out all the lights and hibernate in her room.  Kudos to the writer!!  I wonder what I've made of this idea had i been the one writing it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/R928SXT2wZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DV3030UcUlE/s1600-h/1702-550x-gameplanos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/R928SXT2wZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DV3030UcUlE/s320/1702-550x-gameplanos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178502170226901394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Game Plan&lt;/span&gt; - A story of a self-centered guy who turned out to have a long-lost daughter.  Oh gush!  This has got to be one of the most adorable films i have seen in a very very long time.  I am amazed at how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Rock&lt;/span&gt; can be so capable of things gentle!  I used to watch him on WWF until the wee hours of the morning.  I absolutely did not mind watching him play out his softy side.  Very good! The father and daughter chemistry between &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Madison Pettis&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Rock &lt;/span&gt;was so well-established and the emotions were built-up so well that you actually feel connected to these characters by the time you reach the second half.  This movie has heart, fun, hunkiness, cuteness, and great music to match.  Got nothing but burning love for this one!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/R92-E3T2waI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hX0abODEJqw/s1600-h/1454051410_2884922ad4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/R92-E3T2waI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hX0abODEJqw/s320/1454051410_2884922ad4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178504137321922978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.  I Love You&lt;/span&gt; - This is one of the stories you watch about on Oprah -- dead loved one leaving a bunch of messages for the surviving relative/s.   A hearty novel that was brought to life by Hilary Swank and Gerard Butler.  As I've mentioned before, this kind of emotional heaviness is best handled in the hands of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pinoy&lt;/span&gt;, but oh well.   This is good enough.  I thought the couple's fight at the start of the movie was hilarious and successfully drove across one very important point.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Women are confusing, but that is why men love them&lt;/span&gt;.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/R92_wHT2wbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/sbrG4dporps/s1600-h/Stardust-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/R92_wHT2wbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/sbrG4dporps/s320/Stardust-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178505979862892978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stardust&lt;/span&gt; - This was highly recommended by a trusted source.   My verdict?  Well, I could have appreciated this movie a thousand times more if Claire Dane's voice was not too high-pitched.  I love the scenes with her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not talking!!  &lt;/span&gt;But, okay, in fairness to the power cast, this movie has a high level of greatness.  The special effects must be worth millions!  The love story is unique, I actually envy it!    The kind that makes me want to fall in love and fall out of love at the same time.  LOL!!! I'll probably watch this one again, but not anytime soon.  The technical people should have really done something about Claire's unusually pitchy voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-6887211370999022480?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6887211370999022480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=6887211370999022480&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/6887211370999022480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/6887211370999022480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/movies-galore.html' title='****movies galore****'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/R923FXT2wXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VsbWPI_DZXM/s72-c/Twenty_seven_dresses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-6739879466513982868</id><published>2008-03-03T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T15:50:41.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is heaven-sent!</title><content type='html'>did i lose my love to someone better?  heck, only the angels know.  but i have found something that can make movie life (do i even have that, lol) a lot better!!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://alkaos.com/&lt;div 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to let go.  it makes it easier if we admit that some things are just beyond us. that we couldn't have done it any better because it is just not part of our life's blueprint.  it was not for us to keep or hold on to.  it was just an aftermath of an accident.  maybe you were at the wrong place at the wrong time once.  or maybe you were right where you needed to be, but you did not see what you had to because you were looking at the wrong direction.  simple mishaps like that.  but you know how simple mistakes can take much of a bigger toll on people.  the punishment, as aerosmith put it, doesn't always fit the crime.   so you bear an extreme form of ache as you finally let go.  let it slip freely like water dripping out of your hands.   and you put on a mask.   you smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-2351256950897436083?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-2132725040924098686</id><published>2008-02-21T08:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T08:54:59.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a celebration of friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=511f9306718c8ae4944626" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="window" allowfullscreen="true" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;amp;p=511f9306718c8ae4944626&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="382" width="408"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; font-family: verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; 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supportive and lay a hand on my shoulder as he'd say, "hang in there, child. you are almost at the miracle point."&lt;br /&gt;c. be bossy and say, "i gave you enough brains... you figure this one out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, this is what's so f**** up about hanging on.  you don't want to let go, because you just might be five minutes away from the miracle.  or you may hang on too long only to find out there was nothing there for you in the beginning nor the end.  huh!!! so, if it makes it all a bit better, walloww... walloowwwwww....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-2001642348765204104?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2001642348765204104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-4878511191645473827</id><published>2008-02-13T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T14:42:34.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love is in the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i noticed him because he looked like someone i hold so dear.  my my, he had my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;guyness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;'s stare, this guy on the bus.  it was amazing. infatuating, even! but not for long. in a matter of seconds, i realized he was not alone. seated safely beside him was a young mom and a cute little baby with all her pinkness.  by that, i mean pink baby carrier, pink blankie, pink cap, pink bag... pink, pink, pink! lol!!! then, the baby started to get cranky. that was no surprise, as that is what babies do.  what surprised me though, was how the young dad (yes, the guy i was crushing on earlier) calmed her down.  with all the tenderness he possessed, he tapped the baby's leg, blew air across her face, and then gave a sweet thankful smile to the mother.  wow!!! magical! that made me want to freeze in that very moment. i needed more time to enjoy it, to realize it was actually happening, to take it all in. never did i see so much love revealing itself in such a short time in such a simple action.  definitely one of the moments you can't really put into words.... and that was not even my moment! lol!  with my dark glasses, i was the outsider looking in.  but this helped me realize that when you love with all your heart, you are celebrating humanity in the grandest way.  so thank you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;guyness-look-alike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;and family for the lesson!  i wish us all lots of love on Valentine's Day and all the days......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-4878511191645473827?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4878511191645473827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=4878511191645473827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/4878511191645473827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/4878511191645473827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='love is in the air'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-2094191385139023502</id><published>2008-02-12T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T10:34:07.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a prayer for v-day.... hahahah!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q263/blissfuljessa/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/?action=view&amp;amp;current=7e07.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q263/blissfuljessa/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/7e07.jpg" border="0" alt="17711dcaeauwlce" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q263/blissfuljessa/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/th_7e07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-2254552066830584000</id><published>2008-02-09T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T11:13:56.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i completely agree....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q263/blissfuljessa/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ff74.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q263/blissfuljessa/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/ff74.jpg" border="0" alt="3bac533b" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q194/karenmorales_2007/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sayings-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q194/karenmorales_2007/sayings-1.jpg" border="0" alt="quotes" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q263/blissfuljessa/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/?action=view&amp;amp;current=audreyquote.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q263/blissfuljessa/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/audreyquote.jpg" border="0" alt="quote" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s125.photobucket.com/albums/p68/sjshepherd/quotes%20and%20sayings/?action=view&amp;amp;current=quote.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p68/sjshepherd/quotes%20and%20sayings/quote.jpg" border="0" alt="quote" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s27.photobucket.com/albums/c166/Megalou12/QUOTES%20and%20SAYINGS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=love.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c166/Megalou12/QUOTES%20and%20SAYINGS/love.gif" border="0" alt="love" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s126.photobucket.com/albums/p117/sportschic_5118/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sayings.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p117/sportschic_5118/sayings.jpg" border="0" alt="nothing" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-2254552066830584000?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2254552066830584000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-5655930011983463310</id><published>2008-02-08T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:20:35.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>living dead girl day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/R7FV_UZLJ_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/6ew_TUW2xDk/s1600-h/50148576_123688.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/R7FV_UZLJ_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/6ew_TUW2xDk/s320/50148576_123688.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166004793865086962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;today, i achieved the ultimate dead girl look without even trying.  caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and whoa! funny to admit this, but i actually freaked out! lol! only for a few seconds, though. then i was pleased. an effortless zombie look! wow! the scary bulging blackness under the eyes. the goth. the evilness. the deep shadow of darkness. the creeps! all that achieved without the aid of cosmetics.  my work buddy was very impressed.  she called it evil possession.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i call it self exploitation by serious sleep deprivation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see, after work yesterday, i intended to go to LTO (land transportation office...oohh, the infamous!) to see if i could get some of those certificates i need to finally score that driver's license.  the plan was just to work on it for one to two hours.  when i got there, i got trigger-happy that i actually started processing the damn application form.  to start, you have to pay.  dat alone already took me almost four hours.  my gully!  four precious hours.... you can cook a feast in four hours, finish two movies, clean a whole house, make a baby (hahaha), but you definitely can't pay your driving fees in four hours.  the line is THAT long! plus, i live on the other side of the planet so that pretty much exhausted me beyond words and left me just a little over an hour sleeping time.  the result was, dang, a walking horror movie!  har har!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so, just a tip, do not lose your LTO receipts.  they need to see them again when you upgrade your permits.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-5655930011983463310?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5655930011983463310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=5655930011983463310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/5655930011983463310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/5655930011983463310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-i-achieved-ultimate-dead-girl.html' title='living dead girl day'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_U0NcYJgXvts/R7FV_UZLJ_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/6ew_TUW2xDk/s72-c/50148576_123688.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-6583391586165352864</id><published>2008-01-31T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T13:01:56.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There goes January....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So we are at the last day of the first month of the year.  Wow!! Didn't we just welcome the New Year &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;?  No?  Was it not yesterday?  Aww!! Sure feels like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies.  Yes, it does.  With just a wink and already that's a whole month spent!  2008, I observe, will be one heck of a fast year.   And what have I done with this promising year so far?  What have I done with my life, with my own time, for my own personal gain?  Are there changes and if at all any, are they working to my advantage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work-wise, unfortunately, the answers to those questions are nada, nothing, no, nada, nothing and another no.  Sure, things have changed, but not for the better.   I work longer hours now and my workload has increased about three hundred times. LOL!!! What's up with all the post pubbers resigning anyways? The tasks they leave behind are handed out to us, but not their wages! har har!! It's definitely a tough, challenging time.  And you know what they say... When the going gets tough, the tough gets going! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*winks*winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nothing much has changed outside of work, though.  I'm still single (lol) and still getting that unnecessary push from people or else, as they put it, "you will be returned unused."  Hahaha!!  I'd say it's a good point, but this is so much better than being returned abused! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still eat as much as I used to.  Sometimes, even more. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love the Grand Canyon Skywalk, still wanna row the glass-bottom boats in Pensacola, and still wanna marry Travis Pastrana (j/k LOL!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much, I'm still the same Phoebe.  Hell, I still have the same hairstyle as I did in grade 6! LOL! So as the year moves on and as we move on with it, I wish to see some improvements, not just with my hair (i've accepted the bad hair life sentence, hehe) but with life in general.  Though, I have to be honest, I do not like it that I am always busy with my job that I do not even have time to finish a book, but if this is the way to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;improve,&lt;/span&gt; so be it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-6583391586165352864?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6583391586165352864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=6583391586165352864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/6583391586165352864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/6583391586165352864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/there-goes-january.html' title='There goes January....'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-6102640148463076347</id><published>2008-01-29T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:27:10.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backtracking.....</title><content type='html'>This is an oh so senti writing which I did on the bus sometime on the first week of January.    I found the paper and thought I'd document it digitally.  Hehe.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dang, this is so hard!  I miss everybody!  TERRIBLY!  One minute, the house is full-packed, now there's hardly a noise.  Where are those regular sneezing exercises (sinusitis attacks, ha ha ha) from Mommy Connie?  Or Nanay's chatty voice while taking her morning bath? Or Dai2x and Deyya's heavy footsteps as they climb up the stairs?  Or Mommy Cerlie's house-rocking laughter?  Or Shay's winks as she gives out a German rendition of Rudolf, the red-nosed reindeer?  Or Kaycee's giggles while she oh so joyously plays the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pito-pito labud&lt;/span&gt; game? Or Daryl's constant request for a hamburger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh!!! This is the worst part when you have a bunch of family visiting over.  Just when you are used to having them around, they start to up and leave.  Then you have to deal with them not being around... which is unfair.  And I'm kinda dealing with it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Backstreet Boys were very smart when they belted out a question with a tune.... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Show me the meaning of being lonely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-6102640148463076347?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6102640148463076347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=6102640148463076347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/6102640148463076347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/6102640148463076347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/backtracking.html' title='backtracking.....'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-2786686788531402527</id><published>2008-01-25T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T11:44:31.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schen and Sidney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-a3.slide.com/widgets/themepic.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=gn&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=144115188087623331&amp;amp;site=widget-a3.slide.com" style="width:500px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:500px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=gn&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=144115188087623331&amp;amp;map=A" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a3.slide.com/z1/144115188087623331/gn_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide17.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=gn&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=144115188087623331&amp;amp;map=B" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a3.slide.com/z2/144115188087623331/gn_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide4.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=gn&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=144115188087623331&amp;amp;map=R" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a3.slide.com/z3/144115188087623331/gn_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide16.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-53.slide.com/widgets/themepic.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=gn&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=144115188087787859&amp;amp;site=widget-53.slide.com" style="width:500px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:500px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=gn&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=144115188087787859&amp;amp;map=A" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-53.slide.com/z1/144115188087787859/gn_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide17.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=gn&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=144115188087787859&amp;amp;map=B" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-53.slide.com/z2/144115188087787859/gn_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide4.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=gn&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=144115188087787859&amp;amp;map=R" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-53.slide.com/z3/144115188087787859/gn_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide16.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you're crazy, but i didn't mind..... cuz i'm always crazier! har har! miss ya both aplenty!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-2786686788531402527?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2786686788531402527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=2786686788531402527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/2786686788531402527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/2786686788531402527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/schen-and-sidney.html' title='Schen and Sidney'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16404616.post-3005825028307262983</id><published>2008-01-15T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T13:30:08.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say what now????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; [1.] Where was the first time you ever kissed the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;i don't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2.] What's the greatest thing that happened to you today?&lt;br /&gt;brody's order was shipped finally! i spent two friggin months trackin it. now i can finally rest. huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3.] How many TRUE best friends do you have?&lt;br /&gt;i'd say 2, though they have their own issues right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4.] Would you rather get up early or sleep in?&lt;br /&gt;really now, who would want to get up early???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5.] Tell me about the shirt you're wearing?&lt;br /&gt;faded blue-ish shirt. it's probably 100 yrs old. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6.] What would you change about your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;i'd really like it if i could stop being a vampyr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7.] Would you rather smile over a lie or cry over the truth?&lt;br /&gt;cry over what's true and eat a bag of cheetos afterwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[9.] What's on your bedroom floor right now?&lt;br /&gt;dust and god knows what else! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10.] Who's the last person you got into a argument with?&lt;br /&gt;an OC author asking me to predict the future. it was at work, relax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11.] Do you trust people?&lt;br /&gt;not easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12.] If you could move away, no questions asked, where would you move?&lt;br /&gt;the island of capri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13.] My favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14.] Could you go a day without breathing?&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to see you try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15.] How much do looks matter to you in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;not that much, but i sure don't want to wake up next to a nightmare.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16.] Do you like anybody right now?&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17.] When was the last time you had your hair cut?&lt;br /&gt;a few months back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18.] Would you rather be mad or sad?&lt;br /&gt;mad... i get over it in minutes. sadness can take ages!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19.] Does it take a lot to make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20.] Whats the best feeling in the world?&lt;br /&gt;having something you think you can't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[21.] Are you close with your mom?&lt;br /&gt;i am not her favorite, but yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22.] Are your parents strict?&lt;br /&gt;yes it gets annoying at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23.] Do you tell your parents everything?&lt;br /&gt;hell naw!! haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[25.] Name one fear you have.&lt;br /&gt;failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[27.] Does the thought of marriage scare you?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[28.] How many kids do you want?&lt;br /&gt;undecided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[29.] What's your favorite color to wear?&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[30.] Who was the last person in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;ermm... me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[31.] What are you doing today?&lt;br /&gt;just trying to get by just like the rest of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[32.] Would you rather be rich &amp;amp; sad or poor &amp;amp; happy?&lt;br /&gt;rich and happy..hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[35.] Do you get bored easily?&lt;br /&gt;not really. i'm highly trained to entertain myself. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[36.] What's something that someone can do that really bothers you?&lt;br /&gt;when they start to talk shit about the people i care about, now, that's when i'm ticked off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[37.] Did you ever want to change your name when you were younger?&lt;br /&gt;yes.  all because everybody says it wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[38.] Do you wish you were famous?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[39.] Do you make a wish at 11:11?&lt;br /&gt;nope, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[41.] Who's the last text message you received from who and what did it say?&lt;br /&gt;from someone i don't know saying good afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[42.] What are you freakishly obsessed with 3's, everything is counted in 3's?&lt;br /&gt;i am not obsessed in that way, thank god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[43.] What's your favorite song at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;in this life.  too bad it's not on myspace :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[44.] Do you like going to the mall to shop or just shopping online?&lt;br /&gt;i do not enjoy shopping very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[45.] Can music affect your mood?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[46.] What piercings do you want?&lt;br /&gt;none. i want tattoos dude... TATTOOS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[47.] Have you ever been in a cave?&lt;br /&gt;yes.  we took a pic and it came out real weird... like ghostly weird. yep yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[48.] What's bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;i am bothered that the ladies' room at work is haunted.  i don't want no dead girl whispering her name when i'm doing my thing! it also hurts to know that sidneygurl is leaving the company.  with schen already gone, this is going to be tougher than tough! huhuhu..... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16404616-3005825028307262983?l=calamitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3005825028307262983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16404616&amp;postID=3005825028307262983&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/3005825028307262983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16404616/posts/default/3005825028307262983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calamitygirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/say-what-now.html' title='say what now????'/><author><name>feebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08746551003591352041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://aycu20.webshots.com/image/7979/2005685065517088133_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
