<?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-5904717874827251512</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:30:25.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CALISTA FAYE</title><subtitle type='html'>secret little diary</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-6985891370607484425</id><published>2009-03-11T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:32:27.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDSHIP</title><content type='html'>Dont even bother calling yourself a friend if you intend to destroy me. All just to make yourself look better? I dont mind losing the people who left because of your words. It just shows how much the friendship was worth. When i decide to be friends with someone, i trust them and really take them as a friend. I will never believe that a friend would harm me unless i was hurt myself. Even so, i believe in second chances. I dont need the little games people like you play. You want to say something? say it. make a point. if you dont even have one. just dont start. It only shows how silly and shallow you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-6985891370607484425?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6985891370607484425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=6985891370607484425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/6985891370607484425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/6985891370607484425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2009/03/friendship.html' title='FRIENDSHIP'/><author><name>secrets spilled 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align="center"&gt;wo ying wei xiang xing ni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wo ying wei ai shang ni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dao zui hou wo zi ji shou le shang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wei he yao zhe yang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di yi ci ni shuo wo ai ni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;di yi ci ni da ying wo yong yuan bu fen li&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;di yi ci wo kai shi xiang xing zhi ji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;di yi ci wo jian chi yao ren xing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zhen de bu shi ni shou de na me jian dan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ye bu shi ni da ying guo de mei you bei pan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wo ying wei xiang xing ni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wo ying wei ai shang ni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dao zui hou wo zi ji shou le shang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wei he yao zhe yang (x2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhe yi ci ni qian zhe ta zhou guo wo shen pang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zhe yi ci ni wen de chun shi shu yu ta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zhe yi ci wo ying wei ai qing gan dao hai pa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zhe yi ci wo de yan lei, ni mei ban fa, cha gan&lt;br /&gt;zhui hou yi ci, ting ni shuo ai ta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-7214150433753487090?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7214150433753487090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=7214150433753487090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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did you really mean it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-648194469280800038?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/648194469280800038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=648194469280800038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/648194469280800038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/648194469280800038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2009/02/l.html' title=''/><author><name>secrets spilled 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-5068800124414083257</id><published>2009-02-09T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:06:59.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LUCKY</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PLWVM3oYveA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PLWVM3oYveA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY BESTFRIEND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-5068800124414083257?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5068800124414083257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=5068800124414083257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/5068800124414083257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/5068800124414083257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2009/02/lucky.html' title='LUCKY'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-4586699894262847737</id><published>2009-02-09T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:58:06.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>made me a fool</title><content type='html'>i just wanted to fly&lt;br /&gt;high up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;and leave all of these behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to cry&lt;br /&gt;my tears have ran dry&lt;br /&gt;never thought that i could fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave me the courage to love once more&lt;br /&gt;only to be the one to destroy it all&lt;br /&gt;gave me the faith to believe in love&lt;br /&gt;only to stand there watching me fall&lt;br /&gt;made me a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to run&lt;br /&gt;away from this place&lt;br /&gt;every second here is pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to hear&lt;br /&gt;explantions are excuses to me&lt;br /&gt;never knew how hard this could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave me the courage to love once more&lt;br /&gt;only to be the one to destroy it all&lt;br /&gt;gave me the faith to believe in love&lt;br /&gt;only to stand there watching me fall&lt;br /&gt;made me a fool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-4586699894262847737?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4586699894262847737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=4586699894262847737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm having the day from hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was all going so well (before you came)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you told me you needed space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a kiss on the side my face (not again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And not to mention (the tears I shed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I should have kicked your (ass instead)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need intervention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Attention to to stop temptation to scream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'cause baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything is F'ed up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;straight from the heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me what do you do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when it all falls apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta pick myself up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where do I start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'cause I can't turn to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when it all falls apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't know where I parked my car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't know who my real friends are (anymore)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I put my faith in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a stupid thing to do (when it rains it pours)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And not to mention (I drank too much)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm feeling hung over (and out of touch)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need intervention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Attention to to stop temptation to scream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'cause baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can it be easier?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I just change my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'cause it just seems to go bad everytime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will I be mending?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;another one ending once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Falls apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta pick myself up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'cause things are messed up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-1997843395221290838?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-861863226291812220</id><published>2009-02-08T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T03:21:54.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just dont say anything</title><content type='html'>feeling so breathless&lt;br /&gt;cant take this anymore&lt;br /&gt;it all seems so senseless&lt;br /&gt;i know im gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought i had it all&lt;br /&gt;one final call&lt;br /&gt;im back where i started&lt;br /&gt;who'd catch me when i fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i get so amazed at how i made it this far&lt;br /&gt;when i awake i realise im back at the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont tell me that we'll be forever&lt;br /&gt;or say that you'll never change&lt;br /&gt;dont say im the only one that mattered&lt;br /&gt;cause your words dont mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;everytime, i believe&lt;br /&gt;i end up, with wounds all over me&lt;br /&gt;just dont say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling so senseless&lt;br /&gt;cant think anymore&lt;br /&gt;its all so meaningless&lt;br /&gt;i know im gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought i had it all&lt;br /&gt;one final call&lt;br /&gt;im back where i started&lt;br /&gt;who'd catch me when i fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i get so amazed at how i made it this far&lt;br /&gt;when i awake i realise im back at the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont tell me that we'll be forever&lt;br /&gt;or say that you'll never change&lt;br /&gt;dont say im the only one that mattered&lt;br /&gt;cause your words dont mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;everytime, i believe&lt;br /&gt;i end up, with wounds all over me&lt;br /&gt;just dont say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of the lies you've said&lt;br /&gt;all of the tears i've shed&lt;br /&gt;all of the memories we shared&lt;br /&gt;its hurting me&lt;br /&gt;i cant breathe&lt;br /&gt;i dont want anymore 'you and me's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-861863226291812220?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/861863226291812220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=861863226291812220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/861863226291812220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/861863226291812220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-dont-say-anything.html' title='just dont say anything'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-5630496318167693273</id><published>2009-01-24T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:55:29.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;omg. its 2009. hum. im still the same annoyingly bitchy prissy royal princess i was when i typed the first entry for 2008. right. im really bored. and i decided to visit already dead virtual diary. so. i really have nothing to rant about. so here. my goal for 2009 is to ensure an entry daily. and maybe start partying really hard again. its been so long. alrighty. some pictures from random folders i have before i take my leave. im really bored. god. OH OH OH!! im so in love with this song right now luh. "hot'n'cold" by Katy Perry. the mtv for that song is just oh-so-hot!! i know right? that wedding dress and the outifts. (i'd wear it for my wedding luh) *grin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hot N Cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; You change your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a girl changes clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah you, PMS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you always think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always speak Crypticly&lt;br /&gt;I should know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you’re no good for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you’re hot then you’re cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re yes then you’re no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re in and you’re out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re up and you’re down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re wrong when it’s right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It’s black and it’s white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We fight, we break up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We kiss, we make up&lt;br /&gt;You, You don’t really want to stay, no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You, but you don’t really want to go-o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re hot then you’re cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re yes then you’re no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re in and you’re out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re up and you’re down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like twins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So in sync&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The same energy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now’s a dead battery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Used to laugh bout nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now your plain boring&lt;br /&gt;I should know that you’re not gonna change &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; you’re hot then you’re cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re yes then you’re no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re in and you’re out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re up and you’re down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re wrong when it’s right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It’s black and it’s white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We fight, we break up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We kiss, we make up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, You don’t really want to stay, no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You, but you don’t really want to go-o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re hot then you’re cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re yes then you’re no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re in and you’re out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re up and you’re down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone call the doctor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got a case of a love bi-polar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stuck on a roller coaster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can’t get off this ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You change your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a girl changes clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you’re hot then you’re cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re yes then you’re no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re in and you’re out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re up and you’re down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re wrong when it’s right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It’s black and it’s white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We fight, we break up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We kiss, we make up&lt;br /&gt;you’re hot then you’re cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re yes then you’re no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re in and you’re out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re up and you’re down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re wrong when it’s right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It’s black and it’s white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We fight, we break up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We kiss, we make up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; You don’t really want to stay, no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you don’t really want to go-o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re hot then you’re cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re yes then you’re no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re in and you’re out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re up and you’re down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(p.s im not that girl you think i am, im better)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-5630496318167693273?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5630496318167693273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=5630496318167693273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/5630496318167693273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/5630496318167693273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-2009.html' title='ITS 2009'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-6592249606473416191</id><published>2008-09-10T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T06:04:23.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IN SEARCH OF SANITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No. i have not died. In case any of you are wondering. Just have not been updating my blog as much due to time constrains. right. mj is like the hottest activity now. oh wells. im going in search of my lost sanity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tata chicas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-6592249606473416191?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6592249606473416191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=6592249606473416191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/6592249606473416191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/6592249606473416191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-search-of-sanity.html' title='IN SEARCH OF SANITY'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-7323872720093561370</id><published>2008-09-05T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:50:10.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MESSED UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything has been so sudden and messed up. words alone cannot describe how i feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is this really the end of the road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is there no way out at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can i stop time at the moment we were sweetest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont want to fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is this really the end of my smiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is there no more rainbows ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can i ask you why we made such a big mistake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont want to regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no, you cant break whats already broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wont allow you to do that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'd not let my feelings show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so nobody would know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you, made a promise that you cant keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;said you'd never make me weep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you did &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know you did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you destroyed whats left of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can the hands of time turn back to where i first saw you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;could we just pretend that there was never me and you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i fixed a broken heart and tore it apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what did you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh what did you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now everything is too brokened to be fixed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-7323872720093561370?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7323872720093561370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=7323872720093561370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/7323872720093561370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/7323872720093561370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/09/messed-up.html' title='MESSED UP'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-1385056031655943701</id><published>2008-08-28T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T03:22:23.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbeats</title><content type='html'>today i made a little wish&lt;br /&gt;upon a dream i was dreaming&lt;br /&gt;you held me in your arms so tightly&lt;br /&gt;felt like i was your everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday is gone and today will pass&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's a brand new beginning&lt;br /&gt;i really want that moment to last&lt;br /&gt;before i fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy&lt;br /&gt;wont you say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;make me stay by your side&lt;br /&gt;i dont want our story to end tonight&lt;br /&gt;just tell me you'll make it right&lt;br /&gt;boy&lt;br /&gt;dont leave me broken inside&lt;br /&gt;promise you'll make it all alright&lt;br /&gt;i still want to fall asleep against your heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;i'll be sleepless tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i said a little prayer&lt;br /&gt;hoping you'd hear it too&lt;br /&gt;i'll sing you to sleep one of these nights&lt;br /&gt;and tell you, i love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-1385056031655943701?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1385056031655943701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=1385056031655943701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/1385056031655943701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/1385056031655943701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/08/heartbeats.html' title='heartbeats'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-2357354027339101941</id><published>2008-08-27T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:39:20.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simple quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;today's &lt;em&gt;moment&lt;/em&gt; will be tomorrow's &lt;em&gt;memory...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-2357354027339101941?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2357354027339101941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=2357354027339101941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/2357354027339101941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/2357354027339101941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/08/simple-quote.html' title='simple quote'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-2830242941142084485</id><published>2008-08-19T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:59:57.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>hush now my baby&lt;br /&gt;be still, love, dont cry&lt;br /&gt;sleep as you're rocked by the stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep and remember&lt;br /&gt;this river lullaby&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be with you when you dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-2830242941142084485?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2830242941142084485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=2830242941142084485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/2830242941142084485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/2830242941142084485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/08/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-1539386160025438426</id><published>2008-08-18T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:24:20.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>你是我的幸福吗?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;你是我的幸福吗?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-64ab9bd280c00ef4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D64ab9bd280c00ef4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331557427%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8175CB9AFC8B48FA36EDF4B928FCA27B056D5C7F.43FBCBEF7C9D9D7A0B81191AAC50CB791D9EEA41%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D64ab9bd280c00ef4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEPARyc3U-rrSLT8Zve8sNN-uFmI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D64ab9bd280c00ef4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331557427%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8175CB9AFC8B48FA36EDF4B928FCA27B056D5C7F.43FBCBEF7C9D9D7A0B81191AAC50CB791D9EEA41%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D64ab9bd280c00ef4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEPARyc3U-rrSLT8Zve8sNN-uFmI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so tired but i cant seem to sleep. wth. so i was listening to this chinese song which i happened to love ages ago. its from some drama. okay. i made a mtv with myself in it. LOL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is entertaining myself. so if you dont like it. just dont watch it. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-1539386160025438426?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=64ab9bd280c00ef4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1539386160025438426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=1539386160025438426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/1539386160025438426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/1539386160025438426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='你是我的幸福吗?'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-7938092920282989098</id><published>2008-08-18T02:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T08:16:10.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A NIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;very random rushed pictures..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKlEWd716cI/AAAAAAAAAdc/0tLVR7Y_N40/s1600-h/IMG_0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235791194578348482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKlEWd716cI/AAAAAAAAAdc/0tLVR7Y_N40/s400/IMG_0448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this picture was really stupid, i looked like i was trying to pole dance and i couldnt find the pole..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKlEWvWXflI/AAAAAAAAAdk/SG4mqyoCiK8/s1600-h/IMG_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235791199253003858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKlEWvWXflI/AAAAAAAAAdk/SG4mqyoCiK8/s400/IMG_0447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;righttt. the shot is misleading.. HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKlEW-5YbyI/AAAAAAAAAds/L8is5ZNP1Xk/s1600-h/IMG_0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235791203426397986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKlEW-5YbyI/AAAAAAAAAds/L8is5ZNP1Xk/s400/IMG_0446.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MY XIAO LAOGONG AND I AGAIN!! lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(he was pretty high and still tried to copy my pose. wth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKlEXpjkgOI/AAAAAAAAAd0/sGUT1lQPz8M/s1600-h/IMG_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235791214877638882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKlEXpjkgOI/AAAAAAAAAd0/sGUT1lQPz8M/s400/IMG_0439.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahbao.. i swear my fingers were not controlled by me!! (*crossfingers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKlEYBiTnAI/AAAAAAAAAd8/pZHewnakWb8/s1600-h/IMG_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235791221314788354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKlEYBiTnAI/AAAAAAAAAd8/pZHewnakWb8/s400/IMG_0436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-7938092920282989098?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7938092920282989098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=7938092920282989098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/7938092920282989098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/7938092920282989098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-night.html' title='WHAT A NIGHT'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKlEWd716cI/AAAAAAAAAdc/0tLVR7Y_N40/s72-c/IMG_0448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-546640771085058192</id><published>2008-08-15T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:08:13.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY(15thaug)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKZD-miQbNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/euxCBiAomts/s1600-h/IMG_0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234946359639960786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKZD-miQbNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/euxCBiAomts/s400/IMG_0431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lucky , yours truly , daniel (below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKZD-_GDCLI/AAAAAAAAAc8/3AJnAm-pd28/s1600-h/IMG_0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234946366232529074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKZD-_GDCLI/AAAAAAAAAc8/3AJnAm-pd28/s400/IMG_0429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the happppy three. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKZD_K-ZTrI/AAAAAAAAAdE/8nQnuU50RVw/s1600-h/IMG_0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234946369421659826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKZD_K-ZTrI/AAAAAAAAAdE/8nQnuU50RVw/s400/IMG_0422.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; crazy party people. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKZD_s-8ntI/AAAAAAAAAdM/tmt4Iut0qIQ/s1600-h/IMG_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234946378550779602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKZD_s-8ntI/AAAAAAAAAdM/tmt4Iut0qIQ/s400/IMG_0418.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;over exposure. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKZD_zz0yyI/AAAAAAAAAdU/tuf_om7NEeA/s1600-h/IMG_0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234946380383177506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKZD_zz0yyI/AAAAAAAAAdU/tuf_om7NEeA/s400/IMG_0428.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE ME!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKY_9xxl2DI/AAAAAAAAAcM/BKM1Rf7-za8/s1600-h/IMG_0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234941947430688818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKY_9xxl2DI/AAAAAAAAAcM/BKM1Rf7-za8/s400/IMG_0406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mmm.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKY_-U637XI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Ska1zIn6jNg/s1600-h/IMG_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234941956864863602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKY_-U637XI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Ska1zIn6jNg/s400/IMG_0407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i swear i was going to open my eyes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKY_-4DzyoI/AAAAAAAAAcc/u6CZwGmXfiQ/s1600-h/IMG_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234941966297582210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKY_-4DzyoI/AAAAAAAAAcc/u6CZwGmXfiQ/s400/IMG_0416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look so young in this photo.. (LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKY__kEGlzI/AAAAAAAAAcs/c01e_srhEzk/s1600-h/IMG_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234941978109974322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKY__kEGlzI/AAAAAAAAAcs/c01e_srhEzk/s400/IMG_0413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my BABE. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234941976857698018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKY__fZiXuI/AAAAAAAAAck/FGJOtGNb1pE/s400/IMG_0415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMWHORE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;firstly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY. (: lovelove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay. about my night. 9 BAR is totally like my second home now luh. im like always there. goodness. anyway, last night was totally crazy fun!! lucky and daniel came down and stayed till around 3 plus. elson and xiang came down tooooo. (: so much fun luh. and i look bloated!! gross. oh wells. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-546640771085058192?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/546640771085058192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=546640771085058192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/546640771085058192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/546640771085058192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-mummy15thaug.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY(15thaug)'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKZD-miQbNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/euxCBiAomts/s72-c/IMG_0431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-764256973645368814</id><published>2008-08-14T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:42:16.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE DAY I'LL FLY AWAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I follow the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't stand the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When will I begin to live again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day I'll fly away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leave all this to yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What more could your love do for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will love be through with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why live life from dream to dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And dread the day when dreaming ends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day I'll fly away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leave all this to yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why live life from dream to dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And dread the day when dreaming ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day I'll fly away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fly fly away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-764256973645368814?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/764256973645368814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=764256973645368814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/764256973645368814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/764256973645368814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-day-ill-fly-away.html' title='ONE DAY I&apos;LL FLY AWAY'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-580646824972600733</id><published>2008-08-13T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T03:24:16.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKK111vedoI/AAAAAAAAAcE/vJbQ2xfPdIE/s1600-h/DSC03497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233945653521839746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKK111vedoI/AAAAAAAAAcE/vJbQ2xfPdIE/s400/DSC03497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is the group picture we took at th birthday party. the birthday cake was delicious. now im craving for cake. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-580646824972600733?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/580646824972600733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=580646824972600733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/580646824972600733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/580646824972600733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/08/missing-picture.html' title='missing picture'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SKK111vedoI/AAAAAAAAAcE/vJbQ2xfPdIE/s72-c/DSC03497.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-1161966518761702569</id><published>2008-08-10T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T17:45:34.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LOGIC OF LOVE</title><content type='html'>Love, is like santa clause. Its a lie spun by people who needs something to believe in (or to make themselves feel happier). I stopped believing in it long ago. I once loved. I once believed in love whole heartedly and thought the world of it. Thus, i lost myself. my smiles turned into tears. my laughter into endless crying. alot of my friends would come to me and ask me about their love-life. it was easy peasy for me to tell them whats right and whats best. and i always said this to them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when it concerns matters of your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;use your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not your brains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you'd never go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course you have to bear in mind that there is a risk too. its not a satisfaction garanteed thing. you dont get a refund and you cant buy a insurance policy for it which means, you'd have to bear ALL the conseqences yourself (which sucks). and not forgetting that there isnt a guide book on how this damn thing operates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one minute you are all lovey dovey and the next you feel like pulling strands of his armpit hair out while he's tied to the national flag post. one minute he's so into you and the next second he's picking up the hot babe sitting at the next table. one minute you felt like he means the world to you, and the next, whats his name again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironic isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;everything is just so sudden and you cant seem to find an explanation for it.&lt;br /&gt;yet everyone seems to be searching for that one explantion, one logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, i conclude, that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the logic of love is, there is NO logic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont try to find it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;with love comes hurt and pain.&lt;br /&gt;with love there will be tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and females and are hopeful creatures. which totally kills. they carry that little light of hope in them that true love still exist somewhere.. it doesnt sweetheart. there isnt such a thing. true love? yeah. im sure. its true when the guy is screwing you and he sure as hell is loving it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;alright. i think im done ranting. two post. i should really stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 9am. wth. sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep calista sleep!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-1161966518761702569?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1161966518761702569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=1161966518761702569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/1161966518761702569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/1161966518761702569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/08/logic-of-love.html' title='THE LOGIC OF LOVE'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-3552600989394610025</id><published>2008-08-10T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T17:22:41.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NATIONAL DAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SJ9_ljh_f0I/AAAAAAAAAa0/Y-Eqh42tnhY/s1600-h/IMG_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233041575197507394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SJ9_ljh_f0I/AAAAAAAAAa0/Y-Eqh42tnhY/s400/IMG_0291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HELLO WORLD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year. national day sorta went by like any other day. i mean. festivals and occasions are pretty much getting more and more mundane every year. i remember getting excited about national day when i was younger. like in primary school. i'd wear red. or white. wear star earrings and sing the songs along with everyone. things change. i changed. oh wells. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i spent national day at a friend's daughter's birthday party. 3 years old. she's such a sweetheart. too bad i dont have pictures of her cause i was too busy with other things at the party. i think they all did a group shot which is in someone else's camera. i'll try to get it and post it up soon. i do have pictures of the birthday girl's younger sister. (: HAHA. sooooooooo manja luh. damn cute. but very un-cute when she starts wailing. babies are so much fun when they are not yours. *grin. you play with them and leave the rest to their mothers. (like the crying and feeding and changing of their diapers..) eww. gross. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the party. i headed down to boat quay for a drink. first stop was 9BAR. called patrick for a quick catch up and woah, the memories. devils bar till now. such a long long time too. and to think of the past sure did put a smile on my face. too bad the group's split up since devils closed. oh wells. things change. nothing lasts forever. isnt it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;right. picture time i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;patrick and me (he's totally coping my signature pose and failing VERY badly at it!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233041598787755682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SJ9_m7aWHqI/AAAAAAAAAbM/TPzeuUn2j2M/s400/IMG_0319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233041600319608274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SJ9_nBHkVdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6JiYRvrfLS0/s400/IMG_0320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;aye. this was very candid. i was running into the bar and turned just in time. HAHA!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233041586288676642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SJ9_mM2VTyI/AAAAAAAAAa8/kbG5UaWkz_0/s400/IMG_0315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233041591447532066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SJ9_mgETMiI/AAAAAAAAAbE/NYstA4A_AUc/s400/IMG_0318.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233046716961534370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SJ-EQ2GEMaI/AAAAAAAAAbc/DK3FI5x5UgQ/s400/IMG_0323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;yi shen yi si, zoe, me and him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SJ-ERPC09nI/AAAAAAAAAbk/zyeanZj7CM4/s1600-h/IMG_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233046723658839666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SJ-ERPC09nI/AAAAAAAAAbk/zyeanZj7CM4/s400/IMG_0282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dont we look like we're double dating? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SJ-ERrIpRiI/AAAAAAAAAbs/6UBwTgLkC_I/s1600-h/IMG_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233046731199432226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SJ-ERrIpRiI/AAAAAAAAAbs/6UBwTgLkC_I/s400/IMG_0281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the real couple. (: i love her. years and counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SJ-ER8ltXnI/AAAAAAAAAb0/VBLGl1bkHis/s1600-h/IMG_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233046735884738162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SJ-ER8ltXnI/AAAAAAAAAb0/VBLGl1bkHis/s400/IMG_0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i took this picture purely because i was horridly bored. and i think this photo makes me look so mysterious. (whatever) HAHA. just agree okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SJ-ESCJgFWI/AAAAAAAAAb8/gMRweSotXjA/s1600-h/IMG_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233046737377039714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SJ-ESCJgFWI/AAAAAAAAAb8/gMRweSotXjA/s400/IMG_0197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i should end now. and i had hotcakes from mac. like about uhhh 2 hours ago. how crazy is that. i think im so fat i could die right now. ): *groans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im bleeding (no, not love). goodness. and its pretty bad. its like. i can feel the blood. and its hurting like crazy. preventing me from sleeping and i sem to hear noises. im thinking its just my imagination. im rambling. i cant stop typing. omg. weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somedays i feel so weak, i stand up and it feels like the whole room is spinning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my head is killing me. the pain robs me of my sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;help. wont someone come and save me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-3552600989394610025?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3552600989394610025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=3552600989394610025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/3552600989394610025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/3552600989394610025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/08/national-day.html' title='NATIONAL DAY.'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SJ9_ljh_f0I/AAAAAAAAAa0/Y-Eqh42tnhY/s72-c/IMG_0291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-6599240613348549803</id><published>2008-08-07T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T04:08:08.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRAND NEW</title><content type='html'>I am so in love with my new blog now. *drooooools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like the most CHIO thing i've done up so far. haha. okay. anyway. i am no longer working at shin. so im free to do up my blog. and that also means that i've ALOT of time to sleep BUT guess what? ihavenotsleptindays!! wth. im too engrossed in doing up the layout and all. its all worth it anyway. (just loooooook at this!!) *tralalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! and i have new pictures to post. i dont have my long hair in these photos. which is.. pretty nice actuallly. mummy was right luh. i can take short hair too. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the camwhore in me takes over (btw, i bought a new camera. loves!!) ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hum. on second thought. maybe i'll post them up later luh. im too lazy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and exams are coming. stress is taking over. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-6599240613348549803?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6599240613348549803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=6599240613348549803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/6599240613348549803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/6599240613348549803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/08/brand-new.html' title='BRAND NEW'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-6672309844110248535</id><published>2008-08-01T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T06:35:32.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I HATE IDIOTS WHO JUST WALKS AWAY AND LEAVES A GIRL &lt;strong&gt;ALONE&lt;/strong&gt; IN THE WEE HOURS OF THE MORNING WITHOUT A SINGLE FUCKING CAB. I AM SUPER PISSED OFF AT PEOPLE WHO DO THIS. WTF. NO EXCUSE. YOU SHOULD NEVER HAVE DONE THAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IM SO FUCKING PISSED IM SWEARING NON STOP. URGH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*screams and starts tearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway. on a lighter note. some photos taken at zoe's pub. (: loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SJOmXUB_s3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/nnvM8EaeYIU/s1600-h/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229706511751558002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SJOmXUB_s3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/nnvM8EaeYIU/s400/IMG_0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SJOmYUJCn-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/anZpIVbRIWM/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229706528960978914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SJOmYUJCn-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/anZpIVbRIWM/s400/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SJOmY9hyYHI/AAAAAAAAAZk/_RGDHicmQMI/s1600-h/IMG_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229706540070625394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SJOmY9hyYHI/AAAAAAAAAZk/_RGDHicmQMI/s400/IMG_0178.JPG" 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/5904717874827251512-6672309844110248535?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6672309844110248535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=6672309844110248535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/6672309844110248535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/6672309844110248535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/08/warning.html' title='WARNING'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SJOmXUB_s3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/nnvM8EaeYIU/s72-c/IMG_0177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-3976119687539062007</id><published>2008-07-28T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T05:37:53.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BESTFRIEND ENTRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SI22tLQxeWI/AAAAAAAAAY0/uw7zIjT7pRo/s1600-h/3389028423231l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228035629680523618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SI22tLQxeWI/AAAAAAAAAY0/uw7zIjT7pRo/s400/3389028423231l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SI22tTBDTWI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Y7KG91XTo80/s1600-h/3389028457032l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228035631762066786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SI22tTBDTWI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Y7KG91XTo80/s400/3389028457032l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SI22tSfdbgI/AAAAAAAAAZE/zHHcKzseMxY/s1600-h/33890284347230l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228035631621172738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SI22tSfdbgI/AAAAAAAAAZE/zHHcKzseMxY/s400/33890284347230l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is the one guy i can never do without. and he has flown to some far away island for studies and it kills me because he is no longer a call or drive away. and no. he isnt my boyfriend. he is even more important to me than a boyfriend, you're looking at my bestfriend. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have had my fair share (maybe a little too much more than a fair share) of friends that came into my life, and drifted away, and soon we only vividly remember names. some even left me, after creating a mess. but oh wells. they dont really matter much at the end of the day. because i've learnt that in life, people come, people go. there will only be that few who stays and sticks around no matter what. and even if you dont see each other every day. and call each other only once a year due to our very busy schedules, we still have that connection that nothing can ever break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can still remember how we first met and his impression of me was of a bimbo with a tinge of bitchiness. aand a little weird too. haha. and i thought he was a snobbish idiot. but hey. who would have thought that we'd end up being the support we both needed when we're falling. we were total strangers who thought nothing much of each other, and now i cant imagine not having him in my life. i remember watching a film that starred 'JET LI'. and that was our first movie. and sponge bob sqaure pants too. i was feeling pretty down due to some problems and he suggested watching spongebob square pants. i didnt stop smiling from that very moment. everytime i was upset, i'd think of the times we shared and i cant help but start smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and who could ever forget the bike accident i had. haha. it was such a joke. my white outfit was painted red. and he recieved a call from a me who couldnt speak properly. half crying and half mumbling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no words will ever be sufficient to describe how much this silly guy means to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can only say, dear, you mean so much so much. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-3976119687539062007?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3976119687539062007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=3976119687539062007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/3976119687539062007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/3976119687539062007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/07/bestfriend-entry.html' title='THE BESTFRIEND ENTRY'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SI22tLQxeWI/AAAAAAAAAY0/uw7zIjT7pRo/s72-c/3389028423231l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-5952769173843439397</id><published>2008-07-26T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:13:13.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT WAS ALL HIS LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SIrM9vWJCWI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Ql9tWIYH7Tg/s1600-h/22072008(024).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227215678570301794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SIrM9vWJCWI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Ql9tWIYH7Tg/s400/22072008(024).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SIrM97cX07I/AAAAAAAAAYc/cGaPLX4jkC0/s1600-h/22072008(026).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227215681817662386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SIrM97cX07I/AAAAAAAAAYc/cGaPLX4jkC0/s400/22072008(026).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SIrM-EOPTAI/AAAAAAAAAYk/_SLlsiMmDu8/s1600-h/22072008(027).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227215684174302210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SIrM-EOPTAI/AAAAAAAAAYk/_SLlsiMmDu8/s400/22072008(027).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SIrM-TGzP1I/AAAAAAAAAYs/sf1OaZI2ea0/s1600-h/07072008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227215688169635666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SIrM-TGzP1I/AAAAAAAAAYs/sf1OaZI2ea0/s400/07072008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You gave me so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more than i could ever ask,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You walked through so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more with me and said that we'd last,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You took my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and promised to never let go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You said i was your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if i'd leave you'd die,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for the love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll never forget the times we laughed, the times we cried. And its my turn to make a promise that i'll be here no matter what the future holds for us. I'll never regret any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-5952769173843439397?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5952769173843439397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=5952769173843439397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/5952769173843439397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/5952769173843439397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/07/that-was-all-his-love.html' title='THAT WAS ALL HIS LOVE'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SIrM9vWJCWI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Ql9tWIYH7Tg/s72-c/22072008(024).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-132141890929733352</id><published>2008-07-25T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T03:10:37.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my love will get you home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SImmEGdUZ8I/AAAAAAAAAXs/h0o78Zx_C7M/s1600-h/22072008(038).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226891431923443650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SImmEGdUZ8I/AAAAAAAAAXs/h0o78Zx_C7M/s400/22072008(038).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SImmEb0pLEI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-PHNxcEpIls/s1600-h/22072008(033).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226891437658418242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SImmEb0pLEI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-PHNxcEpIls/s400/22072008(033).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SImmEKF8S2I/AAAAAAAAAX0/S0VptNp6PYE/s1600-h/22072008(016).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226891432899136354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SImmEKF8S2I/AAAAAAAAAX0/S0VptNp6PYE/s400/22072008(016).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SImmEartIkI/AAAAAAAAAX8/O07H2lRbyq0/s1600-h/22072008(031).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226891437352493634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SImmEartIkI/AAAAAAAAAX8/O07H2lRbyq0/s400/22072008(031).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SImmEbeAccI/AAAAAAAAAYM/mQZvY6JChqU/s1600-h/22072008(039).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226891437563474370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SImmEbeAccI/AAAAAAAAAYM/mQZvY6JChqU/s400/22072008(039).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you wander off too far,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my love will get you home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you follow the wrong star,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my love will get you home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you ever find yourself,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lost and all alone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;get back on your feet and think of me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my love will get you home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my love will get you home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If the bright lights blinds your eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my love will get you home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If your troubles break your stride,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my love will get you home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you ever find yourself,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lost and all alone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;get back on your feet and think of me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my love will get you home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my love will get you home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you ever feel ashamed,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my love will get you home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When there's only you to blame,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my love will get you home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you ever find yourself,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lost and all alone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;get back on your feet and think of me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my love will get you home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my love will get you home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you ever find yourself,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lost and all alone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;get back on your feet and think of me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my love will get you home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my love will get you home,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my love will get you home&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-132141890929733352?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/132141890929733352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=132141890929733352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/132141890929733352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/132141890929733352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-love-will-get-you-home.html' title='my love will get you home'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SImmEGdUZ8I/AAAAAAAAAXs/h0o78Zx_C7M/s72-c/22072008(038).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-3309277944755119724</id><published>2008-07-13T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T09:48:42.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGHT OUT AFTER WORK 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHowkdrGFCI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Frhdf5iKVVc/s1600-h/IMG_1664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222540120888316962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHowkdrGFCI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Frhdf5iKVVc/s400/IMG_1664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHowkYojRRI/AAAAAAAAAW8/bL2dvt0tTCA/s1600-h/IMG_1679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222540119535469842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHowkYojRRI/AAAAAAAAAW8/bL2dvt0tTCA/s400/IMG_1679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHowkigH9ZI/AAAAAAAAAXM/41MHbgdtADc/s1600-h/IMG_1680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222540122184480146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHowkigH9ZI/AAAAAAAAAXM/41MHbgdtADc/s400/IMG_1680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHowk0kvWWI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Mr-UEkxboD4/s1600-h/IMG_1683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222540127035677026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHowk0kvWWI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Mr-UEkxboD4/s400/IMG_1683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHoxQt3jczI/AAAAAAAAAXk/AzZ2gyXX_aU/s1600-h/IMG_1681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222540881149784882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHoxQt3jczI/AAAAAAAAAXk/AzZ2gyXX_aU/s400/IMG_1681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHowkdVa45I/AAAAAAAAAXE/01n6l9aoUbE/s1600-h/IMG_1678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222540120797406098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHowkdVa45I/AAAAAAAAAXE/01n6l9aoUbE/s400/IMG_1678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHoxQueBGOI/AAAAAAAAAXc/DmWOab3tjGg/s1600-h/IMG_1687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222540881311111394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHoxQueBGOI/AAAAAAAAAXc/DmWOab3tjGg/s400/IMG_1687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more photos from friday night. i look so fat. oh my. ): haha. anyway. some of the shots were candid. like the one where i seem like a was grinning at the floor for whatever reason there is. HAHA. i think i kiss so many girls, guys should be jealous of me. oh how i love being me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-3309277944755119724?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3309277944755119724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=3309277944755119724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/3309277944755119724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/3309277944755119724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/07/night-out-after-work-2.html' title='NIGHT OUT AFTER WORK 2'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHowkdrGFCI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Frhdf5iKVVc/s72-c/IMG_1664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-6339626967134015487</id><published>2008-07-13T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T03:00:04.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGHT OUT AFTER WORK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHnHewJ-10I/AAAAAAAAAWM/EoSpmbPwEVU/s1600-h/IMG_1660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222424574049572674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHnHewJ-10I/AAAAAAAAAWM/EoSpmbPwEVU/s320/IMG_1660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHnHfbzIgFI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Span-wII9nw/s1600-h/IMG_1665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222424585764896850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHnHfbzIgFI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Span-wII9nw/s320/IMG_1665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHnHfncatbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/R0ZzwK2e0P8/s1600-h/IMG_1663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222424588890846642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHnHfncatbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/R0ZzwK2e0P8/s320/IMG_1663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHnHgC5nlFI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Y0xIugP_tnY/s1600-h/IMG_1662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222424596261082194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHnHgC5nlFI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Y0xIugP_tnY/s320/IMG_1662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHnHgX7b-eI/AAAAAAAAAWs/xDox80CVfC8/s1600-h/IMG_1667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222424601905854946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHnHgX7b-eI/AAAAAAAAAWs/xDox80CVfC8/s320/IMG_1667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to dragonfly with my beloved girl after work on friday night. was pretty fun and i kind of found the mood to party all over again. there was chantel who came along too. think she got a little bored. oh oh. and i bumped into ah gong!! haha. its been so long luh. i think they moved to dragonfly since devils closed down. sigh. i miss those days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh wells. anyway. had fun. guowei was there. and he got a littttle bit drunk. steven the idiot was there too. and and guowei's friend. so smiley. always smiling. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im torn in between hearts. such is the irony of love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-6339626967134015487?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6339626967134015487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=6339626967134015487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/6339626967134015487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/6339626967134015487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/07/night-out-after-work.html' title='NIGHT OUT AFTER WORK'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHnHewJ-10I/AAAAAAAAAWM/EoSpmbPwEVU/s72-c/IMG_1660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-6743002434564659844</id><published>2008-07-07T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:34:00.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>makes me smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHLtkuKBVBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/vnn2yuqIOCI/s1600-h/05072008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220496133196960786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHLtkuKBVBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/vnn2yuqIOCI/s320/05072008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHLtk-tXNqI/AAAAAAAAAVU/wBrH5SsuGPA/s1600-h/05072008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220496137640162978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHLtk-tXNqI/AAAAAAAAAVU/wBrH5SsuGPA/s320/05072008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHLtlZL79gI/AAAAAAAAAVc/F8506BTUf5A/s1600-h/05072008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220496144747722242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHLtlZL79gI/AAAAAAAAAVc/F8506BTUf5A/s320/05072008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHLtlx8ByOI/AAAAAAAAAVs/7uWlIRsUDZI/s1600-h/05072008(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220496151391881442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHLtlx8ByOI/AAAAAAAAAVs/7uWlIRsUDZI/s320/05072008(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHLtlmKOB8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/YiDzMpjrAng/s1600-h/05072008(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220496148230178754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHLtlmKOB8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/YiDzMpjrAng/s320/05072008(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and thats it. its just her and me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-6743002434564659844?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6743002434564659844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=6743002434564659844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/6743002434564659844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/6743002434564659844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/07/makes-me-smile.html' title='makes me smile'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SHLtkuKBVBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/vnn2yuqIOCI/s72-c/05072008(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-6830968866767213517</id><published>2008-07-07T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:06:57.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gone with the pain</title><content type='html'>I think having conversations in the wee hours are currently my favourite thing to do. seemingly since i cant get to sleep when the moon appears. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. was on the phone with L again and we were just talking about some very random relationship based issues. and in the midst of our conversation, again, (i know right? haha) i had this brilllllliant thought in my mind. (at least i thinkits a brilliant thought luh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since people tend to get hurt in relationships and be left with scars which might affect their next relationship, I (theverybrilliantwondergenius), decided that i'll someday, invent a device that'll be able to erase memories that a person wants to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll erase only the painful parts in the relationships and leave all the happy ones in your mind. than you'll just live life thinking your life is such a happy one and everyone is simply just so nice and lovely. (isnt this beautiful) but obviously, it'll be very weird when you cant figure out why did ALL your past relationships not work out since it was all happy and wonderul. hum. oh wells. i could always invent a beautiful less painful reason behind your failed relationships. like, your boyfriend/girlfriend decided that both of you just make really close friends. (is that less hurting?) mmm.. plenty of time for me to come up with many many brillliant reasons anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my throat is still killing me. seriously. i need a break from the world. hectic. im amused im still alive. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me im brilliant. i know i am. haha. L is stupid. totally living in self denial. LOL. (are you going to kill me?) gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-6830968866767213517?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6830968866767213517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=6830968866767213517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/6830968866767213517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/6830968866767213517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/07/gone-with-pain.html' title='gone with the pain'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-3216265600502097076</id><published>2008-07-03T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:11:42.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNNY CONVERSATION</title><content type='html'>so one morning i couldnt get to sleep. and my stomach was craving for hotcakes. since i was too lazy to order mac over the phone, and i couldnt get to sleep either, the only logical thing to do was to call a friend. (i know.. i dont make any sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor friend of mine (lets call him, L. *grin) had to pick up my call early in the morning and listen to me torture him endlessly on the other end of the phone. in the midst of our very interesting conversation, i was repeating 'im hungry' every five seconds to a minute. and so L suggested i call for a mac delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: call mac luh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: lazy (i know, im hopeless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: you dont have any other choice, im hungry too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: thats your problem. omg. i think im a genius (imagine a lighted bulb next to my face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: what what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: i think mac should invent this hunger panic button in everybody's house. so when i get hungry, all i have to do is press that button and tadah!! a screen would appear out of no where and i can place my order. (grinning very happily while talking about this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: you think mac very rich ah? stupid girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hum. but its a gooooooood idea right right? (getting very VERY excited)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: *silence (prolly thinking what an idiot i am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (still very excited) and i think they should start serving real food, like rice and noodles, the filling sort you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: and?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: omg omg!! they can call their fried rice..  MAC CHOW FAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both: (BURST OUT LAUGHING) wth wth.. hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus i conclude, that IM such a genius and L is a silly boy. HAHA. kidding. but hey, one is allowed to dream at times. sigh. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-3216265600502097076?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3216265600502097076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=3216265600502097076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/3216265600502097076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/3216265600502097076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/07/funny-conversation.html' title='FUNNY CONVERSATION'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-838315241255544311</id><published>2008-07-03T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:16:56.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im all pink.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SG127-oD-UI/AAAAAAAAAU0/wmVoMUXlViw/s1600-h/02072008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218958315987663170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SG127-oD-UI/AAAAAAAAAU0/wmVoMUXlViw/s320/02072008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SG128XF-TsI/AAAAAAAAAU8/5RNz7UfvbC8/s1600-h/02072008(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218958322555571906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SG128XF-TsI/AAAAAAAAAU8/5RNz7UfvbC8/s320/02072008(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SG128dOAF0I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Ays05aiXxM0/s1600-h/02072008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218958324199855938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SG128dOAF0I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Ays05aiXxM0/s320/02072008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just some old photos i never got to post. since im always either too lazy to do so or too sick to move around too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats him who stood by me through so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he who was always there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he who saw whats true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he who knows whats true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he who told me what was not worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he who told me to love myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-838315241255544311?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/838315241255544311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=838315241255544311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/838315241255544311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/838315241255544311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-all-pink.html' title='im all pink.'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SG127-oD-UI/AAAAAAAAAU0/wmVoMUXlViw/s72-c/02072008(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-4314494498414588271</id><published>2008-07-01T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:55:28.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK</title><content type='html'>i've been ill for the past few weeks. its crazy. i would have fever all of a sudden. and it ALWAYS happens in he middle of the night. uncool. sigh. obviously due to the fever and throat infection (and other minor whatnots), i dont sleep very well. sigh. and due to that, i think im falling even more ill than i can ever imagine. talk about the germ attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, i want to play mj soooooooooooooo bad. ppffftt. i hate being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant seem to get to sleep. no idea why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is getting so boring. nothing new ever happens. oh i simply must add this, for the !@$#%$# million time, WHY DO YOU GIRLS ALWAYS LOVE TELLING HALF TRUTHS?!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, (*ahem) a former girlfriend of mine called me regarding some matters. which i overlooked for a VERY VERY VERY long time luh. (okay. so i admit im at fault)&lt;br /&gt;but its not like i did it on purpose. i had a damn good reason. plus, i was ill so often i cant remember a healthy day. till NOW..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, she called me and i didnt pick up cause i was sleeping (due to the medication i took) earlier on. and her boyfriend spoke to me as if i owe her my life. i was obviously not very happy. but at least she called back to apologise. i guess people tend to forget the times when they needed help and who the fucking hell was there for them. seriously. dont make it sound like you are the one that was being nice. the ONLY one that was being nice. cause, my dear girl, you know you are not. like i've always said, we only know in our hearts who's really real. i hope you have not turned into one of those fake plastic models i see everywhere. always so superficial. i would be so disappointed. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. on a happier note, my bao bei emily is coming back to sg. cant wait. LOVES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-4314494498414588271?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4314494498414588271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=4314494498414588271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/4314494498414588271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/4314494498414588271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/07/sick.html' title='SICK'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-4518535311365428755</id><published>2008-06-16T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T04:25:03.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNKNOWN LOSER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was browsing the net and guess what? i came across a blogsite that was started by a childish little lifeless insecure insane thing (my personal guess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultimatehaters.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.ultimatehaters.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever owns this blog, really needs to do some self reflecting. do you derive joy from dissing all this girls. does their lives concern you? do you REALLY know them so well? the real loser in the end, is you. you dont realise that do you? what is this whole condemming sluts and bitches thing? what meaningful action have you taken to make this world a better place? are you just sour and bitter about your own life? they may not be perfect and they migt not lead perfect lives but you really need to know that at least they HAVE a life. if you really dislike them, you could always say it to their faces. not start a silly hate-blog about them. all those girls written in that site are from outram secondary school. you are prolly from that school too isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can write whatever you want about all this girls but people like me who may accidentally read it, would not only think you're a very pitiful person who is simply just extremely bitter and sour about his/her own life. thus, derives that little short-lived happiness from dissing other people. think about it. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-4518535311365428755?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4518535311365428755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=4518535311365428755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/4518535311365428755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/4518535311365428755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/06/unknown-loser.html' title='UNKNOWN LOSER'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-4512108998372440104</id><published>2008-06-12T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:39:55.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OCEAN SIZE LOVE&lt;br /&gt;LEIGH NASH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I'm doing may be dumb&lt;br /&gt;I know I should not be staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;But the thought of you leads me to temptation&lt;br /&gt;It's the same whatever side you're on&lt;br /&gt;Separated we are delicate and small&lt;br /&gt;And the space between needs a retention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you right in front of me as close as you can get&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that you won't leave this daydream yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it might seem much too far to get back to where you are&lt;br /&gt;But it's close enough with an ocean size love&lt;br /&gt;So if you can't reach out to me&lt;br /&gt;Send a sign across the sea and I'll pick it up with an ocean size love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to worry anymore&lt;br /&gt;If I really need you I'll go to the shore&lt;br /&gt;And the thought of you there is my protection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see it right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;A vision in my head&lt;br /&gt;And I know this is as real as a daydream gets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it might seem much too far to get back to where you are&lt;br /&gt;But it's close enough with an ocean size love&lt;br /&gt;So if you can't reach out to me&lt;br /&gt;Send a sign across the sea and I'll pick it up with an ocean size love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make no sound but I can hear you in the wind&lt;br /&gt;I can see this never ends&lt;br /&gt;Like the sea&lt;br /&gt;Like you for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's close enough with an ocean size love&lt;br /&gt;So if you can't reach out to me&lt;br /&gt;Send a sign across the sea and I'll pick it up with an ocean size love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it might seem much too far to get back to where you are&lt;br /&gt;But it's close enough with an ocean size love&lt;br /&gt;So if you can't reach out to me&lt;br /&gt;Send a sign across the sea and I'll pick it up with an ocean size love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-4512108998372440104?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4512108998372440104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=4512108998372440104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/4512108998372440104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/4512108998372440104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-to-you.html' title='me to you.'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-5470671297825387028</id><published>2008-06-12T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:45:22.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOTO TIME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;WARNING!! CONTAINS ENDLESS BIMBOTIC-NESS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SFG8Yf9tbQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/sd9MkD-CT9Y/s1600-h/07062008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211153372927585538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SFG8Yf9tbQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/sd9MkD-CT9Y/s320/07062008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i reallllllly LOVE this photo (above). though the quality is just eeewwwwwww BUT but, i loooook so un-me. LOL. totally awesome. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SFG8Y-7xI5I/AAAAAAAAATE/wbXuZSl_XwM/s1600-h/07062008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211153381240939410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SFG8Y-7xI5I/AAAAAAAAATE/wbXuZSl_XwM/s320/07062008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SFG8ZGvd3NI/AAAAAAAAATM/W9-7UmmYOUs/s1600-h/07062008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211153383336828114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SFG8ZGvd3NI/AAAAAAAAATM/W9-7UmmYOUs/s320/07062008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SFG8ZFBC_zI/AAAAAAAAATU/Wr5W2ImvOIU/s1600-h/07062008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211153382873694002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SFG8ZFBC_zI/AAAAAAAAATU/Wr5W2ImvOIU/s320/07062008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SFG8ZVbBdiI/AAAAAAAAATc/1kgWqrpbc6k/s1600-h/07062008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211153387277612578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SFG8ZVbBdiI/AAAAAAAAATc/1kgWqrpbc6k/s320/07062008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im such a cam-whore. wait till i get my camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my old one decided to die on me. argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate being camera-less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway. pictures of my latest nails. which im changing within the next two weeks. hum. and pictures of babes that i work with. (: not all but a few. will try to get pictures of all the hot hot babes. *GRIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SFG-bPaOyHI/AAAAAAAAATk/TMUroD4Bz5A/s1600-h/01062008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211155619046672498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SFG-bPaOyHI/AAAAAAAAATk/TMUroD4Bz5A/s320/01062008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SFG-btMI28I/AAAAAAAAATs/Q4FPsLFpUS0/s1600-h/01062008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211155627040627650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SFG-btMI28I/AAAAAAAAATs/Q4FPsLFpUS0/s320/01062008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SFG-cOjhDAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2ej3-W_TDX4/s1600-h/08062008(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211155635997051906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SFG-cOjhDAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2ej3-W_TDX4/s320/08062008(012).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is JENNY. my manager. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SFG-dKjViyI/AAAAAAAAAT8/g1L1jvzrPWo/s1600-h/08062008(013).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211155652102425378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SFG-dKjViyI/AAAAAAAAAT8/g1L1jvzrPWo/s320/08062008(013).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jenny, nicole, me with kelly at the top. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SFG-dmpOE6I/AAAAAAAAAUE/LXA5l8M5gnQ/s1600-h/08062008(015).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211155659643294626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SFG-dmpOE6I/AAAAAAAAAUE/LXA5l8M5gnQ/s320/08062008(015).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nicole took this and i think she's good with the camera. HAHA. at least she didnt cut away any of our faces. and thats tough with my handphone and its lousy camera. LOL. oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SFHBV5ujBvI/AAAAAAAAAUM/gjrsDxoC0-I/s1600-h/09062008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211158825861842674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SFHBV5ujBvI/AAAAAAAAAUM/gjrsDxoC0-I/s320/09062008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love her best at work. (: *grin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're both a little crazy. falalala. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is JOJOJOJO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay. enough. OH OH. and i would like to thank my dearest brother edmund. poor him suffered when i fell ill. haha. but i really appreciate everything you've done for me. (: i mean. i called him at 4 in the morning and had him rush me to A&amp;amp;E. Due to my VERY high fever. (40 is pretty dangerous to me) so he didnt get any sleep. but SEEEEEE. thats why i love you so right? plus im the troublesome little sister you never had!! LOL. but im so nice too (aye. im nice okay) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-5470671297825387028?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5470671297825387028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=5470671297825387028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/5470671297825387028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/5470671297825387028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/06/photo-time.html' title='PHOTO TIME.'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SFG8Yf9tbQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/sd9MkD-CT9Y/s72-c/07062008(004).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-3756243619418059533</id><published>2008-05-21T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T12:50:35.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>URGE TO KISS</title><content type='html'>i've learnt my lesson. never again will i drink a drop of alcohol without filling up my stomach. its like pouring acid into a shot glass and downing that in a moment of stupidity. work is getting tiring. but there are the nice people there who make things a tad better. prolly the reason why im still working there. alright. nothing interesting lately. i have this sudden urge to study. like. really study. sit down with my books and spend some quality time with them (have not done so in awhile). yet im always too lazy to turn my brain on. the irony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am too lazy to unpack my stuff. PLUS i forgot my telly control. now. i have no telly to watch. tell me about it. (i desperately neeeeed my telly) damn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note. i realised a very very common trait in drunk males. they tend to have this urge to want to kiss any girl they see. in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;male = perverted mindless little thing thinks about sex every 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;drunk male = horny perverted brainless creature that has strong urge to kiss random strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. you guys should keep your horny lips to yourselves when you're drunk. and not go around randomly kissing any mary jane or lizzy you happen to walk by (or in some cases, stumble). i think im so brilliant. oh yes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im putting on weight. which is. GROSSLY unsexy. eeeewwww. I need to lose the weight, and fast. before my clothes are unwearable. ): oh my.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-3756243619418059533?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3756243619418059533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=3756243619418059533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/3756243619418059533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/3756243619418059533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/05/urge-to-kiss.html' title='URGE TO KISS'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-5406504068040332167</id><published>2008-05-20T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T01:36:36.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THOUGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;was i supposed to know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what should i have known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this game it seems we're all playing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the rules this game holds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you dont ever use a punctuation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;leaving words unsaid &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the said untrue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its not about romantic "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or asking for my hand in marriage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just something really simple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont you get it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it seems like we think differently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;total opposites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;both could have been testing waters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cold and uninviting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it has seemed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we now stand at a crossroad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;turn in different ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe just maybe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we'll meet again someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till then dont forget my lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or how i looked tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how you held on to my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how we felt so right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-5406504068040332167?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5406504068040332167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=5406504068040332167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/5406504068040332167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/5406504068040332167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/05/thoughts.html' title='THOUGHTS'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-2422322171002178352</id><published>2008-05-20T01:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T01:16:06.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURES THAT PAINT A THOUSAND WORDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SDKIfqs8TLI/AAAAAAAAASk/QI-dE8x4TtY/s1600-h/040708124932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202370597186456754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SDKIfqs8TLI/AAAAAAAAASk/QI-dE8x4TtY/s320/040708124932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SDKIgas8TMI/AAAAAAAAASs/JYu43R75mdg/s1600-h/050808010606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202370610071358658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SDKIgas8TMI/AAAAAAAAASs/JYu43R75mdg/s320/050808010606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SDKIgqs8TNI/AAAAAAAAAS0/HQWADC0LUVs/s1600-h/051508024233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202370614366325970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SDKIgqs8TNI/AAAAAAAAAS0/HQWADC0LUVs/s320/051508024233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isnt anything worth me blogging about at the moment. Or at least i dont see a need to do so right now. hum. oh wells. some photos to share. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-2422322171002178352?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2422322171002178352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=2422322171002178352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/2422322171002178352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/2422322171002178352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/05/pictures-that-paint-thousand-words.html' title='PICTURES THAT PAINT A THOUSAND WORDS'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/SDKIfqs8TLI/AAAAAAAAASk/QI-dE8x4TtY/s72-c/040708124932.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-7247365731867767457</id><published>2008-05-10T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T17:52:58.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOMOUS</title><content type='html'>Im bored. Its 8.30 in the morning and im STILL up. Blog away i shall. HAHA. oh and a little joke to share. was having a conversation with a certain someone on friday night (infact, saturday morning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: were you hurt by someone you loved alot in the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY: yes i was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: what did she do? (random thoughts going through my mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY: she didnt tell me the right hole to poke. (completely straight faced)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: (burst out laughing) OMG OMG OMG. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he answered me almost without having to think. i just cant help but blog about it. anyway. work is starting to get boring. sigh. people are getting un-interesting. on the other hand. there are some pretty interesting people too. okay. im starting to contradict myself. bite me. (figure of speach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine if love was a game that came packaged in a box sold at shopping malls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATEST GAME: 'the game of love'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play or be played, thats the game. choose your character and start the dice rolling. get through all the stages in this game to unlock the mystery behind this 'sacred' word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SO TIRED BUT I CANT SLEEP. this is killing me. and i have to work tonight. urgh. alright. enough of my rants. im gonna keep my ds company now. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-7247365731867767457?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7247365731867767457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=7247365731867767457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/7247365731867767457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/7247365731867767457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/05/randomous.html' title='RANDOMOUS'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-3961367689341405211</id><published>2008-05-07T14:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:31:50.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETS PLAY A GAME?</title><content type='html'>i've started working again. dont ask why. singapore is getting VERY VERY expensive. (i do admit im a shopaholic to a certain extend) anyway. im currently working at this place thats pretty interesting. (okay. so alot of places infested with humans are bound to be a little interesting) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i've written on cheesy pick up lines in a previous post, this one is close. so i was working as per normal. (it was my second day at work) and i was running about doing what im paid for. duh. i serve drinks. yes. im a waitress. *GRIN. HAHA. okay. and there was this guy. introduced to me by a fellow babe during my virgin day at work. (for all those idiots out there who dont understand what i meant by 'virgin day'. it means FIRST day at work. nothing sexual.) he amused me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how the converstion went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY: lets play game (with his fellow buddies grinning and crowding around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: uhh.. okay. (all smiles and polite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY: (hesitates a little) its called fill in the numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: oh. (still very clueless) okay. sure. what numbers? how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY: (gives me the "omg. she's an idiot" look) you fill in your handphone numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: what?! my numbers? (still half an idiot and in shock) oh...okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY: (watches me 'play' the game, which i did *grin) now its my turn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: okay okay (very very very amused and out of shock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY: i'll use my phone and give you call. (proceeds to do so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: OHHHHHHHHH. (finally getting the rules of the game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. cheesy pick up lines are so not interesting anymore. infact, this game will prolly get you the number that you want. (: i think this guy is close to being brilliant. he is only close  to being brilliant because at the end of the night. he was giving his contact to another waitress. well. points are obviously deducted. he was a 7 before and 4 after. *GRIN. that was my little tip. have fun guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-3961367689341405211?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3961367689341405211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=3961367689341405211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/3961367689341405211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/3961367689341405211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/05/lets-play-game.html' title='LETS PLAY A GAME?'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-760252123108198579</id><published>2008-04-30T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T11:26:39.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two cents worth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have not blogged in awhile. Been so busy with the packing and all. Oh wells. Anyway. With regards to the emails i recieved from some of you asking about Naomi, im not replying any of it because i know nothing about the matter. If you guys really want to know the answers, ask her. I do know her personally but i am not in any position to disclose any information about her or any of the other girls involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAOMI.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say that i can understand what you are going through right now. But i hope you understand that i've known elaine for a very very long time and i know her enough to tell you that she is definitely not a mindless girl. I believe she has nothing to do with the rumours and flamming that has been happening currently. I've met her family and im sure she's not a malaysian. She really is half hk. She definately does not have any reason to hate you. Her dislike (if any) for you may be caused by her protective instincts. I wont force you to continue being friends with me since you feel uncomfortable that im friends with elaine and huirong too. But like i've said, im not a person who follows blindly. Even if 100 people out of 100 people tells me something about someone, i'd still rather trust my own judgement. I give you the same deal. (: Everyone has a past that would be a shadow in their future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I've been pretty unwell the past few weeks. Its like the bugs are all visiting me at the same time. I've stopped partying for such a long long time. I think i've forgotten how to party. HAHA. so much has been happening around me. i had so much to blog about yet as im typing right now, i cant think of what i should blog about now. *annoyed. Dropped by velvet last night to join aston for a short drink. Been awhile since i went out for a drink. oh wells. Had a little fun playing bluff with dice and making fun of aston's friend. (: pretty nice guy actually. all smiley and always going for a smoke. HAHA. right. im going to get some food. FOOD FOOD FOOD. (: loves. tata chicas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-760252123108198579?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/760252123108198579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=760252123108198579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/760252123108198579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/760252123108198579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/04/two-cents-worth.html' title='two cents worth'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-713217603276973388</id><published>2008-04-03T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T12:52:31.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pick up lines are just so 'loserish'. Its pardonable if you're 1.8m in height, have at least six solid different island on your tummy area topped with a killer smile. Dont even try to pull off a pick up line if you have none of the above. Its like having dog poop in your mouth because you mistook it for chocolate. 'gross'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples of pick up lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, do i know you?" ---&gt; no, i dont. never wanted to. hope i never have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You seem familiar, have we met?" ---&gt; do i? you dont. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you want a ride in my new honda?" ---&gt; (stares in amazement at how loserish this guy can get) its okay. my friend's picking me up in his mini cooper S. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its so hot in here, turn off the heat" ---&gt; do i look like a heater on legs? or did you just drink over your limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just a few. How unbelievable. If you think you're being all smooth and cool, smack yourself right now. If you want to have a drink with us, it only takes a great smile, great body, height and a simple line, "can i get you a lychee martini?" (: sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-713217603276973388?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/713217603276973388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=713217603276973388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/713217603276973388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/713217603276973388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/04/pick-up-lines-are-just-so-loserish.html' title=''/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-6168034718685980810</id><published>2008-03-26T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T15:10:24.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FEMALES</title><content type='html'>Imagine this. Butt-like shaped protected with a skull so hard and throw in a bunch of hair. That darling, is the EXTREMELY complicated brain of a female. As pretty and tiny and almost harmless as they may seem, please dont be fooled because females are definately NOT (i repeat, NOT) harmless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weilding swords and punching someone else's nose may not be their forte, but their minds work faster than a bullet at full speed. What makes a female?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrisy + Heart (thats full of themselves) + Brain (thats so complicated i bet they dont even know what their thoughts are) + Love (material things and themselves) = females&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that pretty lady. All the pink fluff and fur. Hidden within all that, is everything thats shiny and sharp. They would eliminate those they disliked (for whatever reasons) without hesitation. They would bare their claws on other innocent females. If you are weaker, you'd be eliminated almost immediately. You'd vapourise so fast you prolly not even know how the hell condensation took place. If you seem like a threat to them, they would try their best to send you far far far far away (if jupiter was an option..you might just end up there). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a minor fraction of these females, that are females, but of a different equation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real (to others as well as themselves) + Heart (that isnt full of themselves) + Brain (that works just as fast just not as evil) + Love (for whatever they deem fit) = 'humane females'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which equation are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO A CERTAIN SOMEONE :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may write ALL you want on your blog, since its yours. Make up things and put words into my mouth, im not going to bother defending myself or denying/correcting anything you have written. Because it dont make a difference. I dont need people like that in my life. ever. so jolly well get this, you want to eliminate me, try harder. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loathe mindless games you guys play. but hey, i cant blame you for being jealous can i? *GRIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-6168034718685980810?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6168034718685980810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=6168034718685980810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/6168034718685980810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/6168034718685980810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/03/females.html' title='FEMALES'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-4396186024425170826</id><published>2008-03-17T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T07:27:07.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUE OR FALSE, COME and GOES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its funny how the word friendship became something im so skeptical of now. i mean. one moment you guys are like siemmese twins joined at the hips, next, either one would be plotting some evil plan on how to ruin the other's life. Are those around you really friends? i used to think friendships are so simple. all you need is trust. why be friends if you cant even trust that person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i never quite understood why my mum gets @#$^!$# angry with me everytime i tell her, im helping a friend. but i THINK i do now. you help, you get into dip shit, they leave you. (: thats for helping. some may leave and come back. some may never turn back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it has happened to me a milllion times. and as mr.right may put it, THE PERSON CLOSEST to you, will be that one person who betrays you. (this does not include blood relations.) and i think he makes sense. for once. HAHA. (normally he doesnt) anyway. yup. back to the topic. i have come to terms that friends come and go. true friends stay. i for one, would never stop being friends with a person just because i heard rumours about him/her. even it the rumours were about him/her bitching about me. (: i'd trust my friend. and till i hear it with my own ears, i wont stop being a friend. thats for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im not about to explain alot or mention any names in this entry. because i dont see a need to. but at the end of the day, the truth is clearest to us. and no one else would know better what really happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i always liked what my grandfather told me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its always different when you watch a flower grow from hearing how it grew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its so so so true. how much details are left out when someone tells you how a flower grows? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been sick anyway. and hey. i had friends who left and came back because they realised who was true. really really true. im always here. i'll never move.  not for anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-4396186024425170826?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4396186024425170826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=4396186024425170826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/4396186024425170826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/4396186024425170826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/03/true-or-false-come-and-goes.html' title='TRUE OR FALSE, COME and GOES'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-3867291971771567178</id><published>2008-03-11T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T06:04:05.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lovers to friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOVERS TO FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never could i've guess that this was the end&lt;br /&gt;all of our friends said that wounds would mend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;baby cant you see&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing left here that belongs to you and me&lt;br /&gt;AND I&lt;br /&gt;hope you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;that im just doing whats best&lt;br /&gt;and that would mean... the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking down the street, we're no longer holding hands&lt;br /&gt;paint a perfect picture when we're with our family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;baby, you and i both know&lt;br /&gt;thats all pretence, only for show&lt;br /&gt;AND I&lt;br /&gt;hope you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;that its best for us to go back from being lovers to friends..&lt;br /&gt;(lovers to friends..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cant carry on this way&lt;br /&gt;cause there isnt anything for us left here&lt;br /&gt;the footprints we made may fade to be unclear&lt;br /&gt;dont, dont shed another tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-3867291971771567178?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3867291971771567178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=3867291971771567178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/3867291971771567178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/3867291971771567178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/03/lovers-to-friends.html' title='lovers to friends'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-4058536636191760230</id><published>2008-03-09T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T07:13:13.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PS. I LOVE YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R9PsPydfOSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/TbQYNWdp9XE/s1600-h/030808031807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175740152766478626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R9PsPydfOSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/TbQYNWdp9XE/s320/030808031807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have not caught this movie, TELL YOURSELF YOU ARE A MORON. than go get tickets and watch it. (:&lt;br /&gt;really. its worth more than $7.50 *GRIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short. i had the best friday night ever. (: dinner, movie, a short (hum. it was supposed to be for a short while..*grin) drink. it was the company i had. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-4058536636191760230?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4058536636191760230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=4058536636191760230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/4058536636191760230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/4058536636191760230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/03/ps-i-love-you.html' title='PS. I LOVE YOU'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R9PsPydfOSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/TbQYNWdp9XE/s72-c/030808031807.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-922518817637916851</id><published>2008-03-09T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T01:25:32.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOREVER by Leon Jay Williams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/YYu9JGQDvy/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/YYu9JGQDvy/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to imeem. and GUESS what i found. Beautiful song. listen with your hearts (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-922518817637916851?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/922518817637916851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=922518817637916851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/922518817637916851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/922518817637916851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/03/forever-by-leon-jay-williams.html' title='FOREVER by Leon Jay Williams.'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-7757868848136014569</id><published>2008-03-01T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T07:06:04.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are really (and i mean REALLLY) weird people around me recently. I think i had the worst FEBUARY of my entire @#!$^^%#@!# life. no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First. I have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/62833851"&gt;PSHYCOTIC CREATURE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; trying VERY VERY ( it's really not good enough sweetheart ) hard, cracking her head, activating ALL remaining braincells, here ALL for the sake of attempting to insult me. REALLY. Im so puzzled as to why is she still occupying space on our planet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are SOOOOOOOOOOOO many things i can think of to insult a person. OH OH!! I can even think of things to insult myself with. Like, you could say i look like a tranny. ( There are mornings where by i look into the mirror and, GASP!! eeee. i look sooooooo trannish. ) omg. *HAHA. uhhhhhh.. or you could always say i look like a panda that got punched in both eyes. LOL. i have very bad eye bags. ( thanks to ALLLLLL the late nights i've been having since god knows when ) IF you reallllly cant think of anything else that you can diss me for, you could always make fun of my prissy-ness. *GRINN (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of ALLLLLL things, that pshycotic creature has to pick on my teeth. YES. teeth. AND AND AND, this was how the insult ( i think it was meant to be hurtful to me luh ) went.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Faye's teeth = shermaine x 5 '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* please refer to the following : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shermaine&lt;br /&gt;02/28/2008 4:14 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Fucking CALISTA monkey FAYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" HELLO UGLY GROSS FAT THING. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Please do check out your reflection in the mirror. i doubt the mirror can withstand such a terribly ugly creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) cant your friend's braincells function properly? its pretty easy to spell my name correctly since its on my friendster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) whats with the tragic english both of you are using to insult me. i think i have already made myself VERY clear that if you intend to in anyway insult me, PLEASE have the guts to do so in my face. BUT before that also take an hour or so to construct a proper english sentence. It really beats the very hilariously pathetic command of language both you and your friend have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way. YOU = faye x 2    &lt;br /&gt;GROSS. "  &lt;------------ typed by me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. HER TEETH = shermaine's x5     &lt;----------- typed by creature&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH. i mean. she just copied and pasted what i typed and added a few of her own words. omg. and of all things, telling me she has only 12 and 1/8 of a tooth left. seriously. THAT i've got see. *GRIN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my oh my. sigh. how sad isnt it. when i've got a set of teeth thats close to perfect. im pretty sure the tooth fairy is just busy, she'll remember to get back to you pretty soon. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-7757868848136014569?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7757868848136014569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=7757868848136014569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/7757868848136014569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/7757868848136014569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/03/there-are-really-and-i-mean-reallly.html' title=''/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-5643927727575091866</id><published>2008-02-27T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T06:36:07.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomrandomus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll always remember the good times we shared &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way you held my hand in yours&lt;br /&gt;made me laugh when i got bored&lt;br /&gt;held me tight through funfair rides&lt;br /&gt;your kisses in the mornings and nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd try to erase the times we fought&lt;br /&gt;we'd yell and scream about different dreams&lt;br /&gt;those tears i've shed that you didnt wipe&lt;br /&gt;i'll be alone all through those nights&lt;br /&gt;i'll forget all those little fights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you once promised to hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;care for me till my heart has mend&lt;br /&gt;sing me songs. love letters penned&lt;br /&gt;now, its time for dreams to end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-5643927727575091866?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5643927727575091866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=5643927727575091866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/5643927727575091866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/5643927727575091866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/randomrandomus.html' title='randomrandomus'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-8284407900203140558</id><published>2008-02-26T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T01:20:07.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MDIS</title><content type='html'>DO NOT, i repeat, DO NOT, enroll yourself into this private institution. If you are considering private institutions for your education, dont even bother with MDIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MDIS have proven themselves to be just another one of those private institutions which does not have a proper management system. They'd inform you that your class has been cancelled &lt;strong&gt;ONE HOUR&lt;/strong&gt; before class begins. If you think thats just a minor little problem, wait till you hear this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 25th of FEBUARY 2008, MDIS mass smsed their students informing them that class begins at 9am, later in the morning. THIS MSG WAS SENT TO THE STUDENTS at &lt;strong&gt;2.45am&lt;/strong&gt;. yes. your eyes are fine. you saw the time correctly. The management gave no explanation as to why that happened and merely brushed the matter aside. ' we have alot of work to do.. ' was their BEST excuse. (and it isn't even valid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the messed up system. MDIS apparently gives FALSE informations to parents of various students. Claiming that a parent of a student, has made a complain against another student for the negative influence. This has happened to a number of different students studying there currently. When confronted, the MDIS management, &lt;strong&gt;DENIED&lt;/strong&gt; promptly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What values can MDIS teach their students if the school itself seem to have ZERO values?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MDIS has proven to be a total disappointment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-8284407900203140558?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8284407900203140558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=8284407900203140558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/8284407900203140558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/8284407900203140558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/mdis.html' title='MDIS'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-5903768445157603837</id><published>2008-02-26T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:27:55.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A NEED TO PUKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/24579286"&gt;CLICK IF YOU HAVE A NEED TO TRIGGER YOUR GAG REFLEX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is that " creature " i was blogging about in my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;YES. The FAT, UGLY, GROSS thing. *GRIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-5903768445157603837?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5903768445157603837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=5903768445157603837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/5903768445157603837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/5903768445157603837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/need-to-puke.html' title='A NEED TO PUKE'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-1007504367409681443</id><published>2008-02-23T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T20:17:06.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GROSS AND THE UGLY</title><content type='html'>I am known to have a very VERY VERY good temper. i dont flare up easily. (unless of course you happened to be some guy who's dating me) i am normally. cool about most things. BUT i must say that this &lt;strong&gt;gross and ugly&lt;/strong&gt; thing seriously pissed me off last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO DONOVAN : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- im so sorry cause it was your birthday after all. and i really should have kept my cool. but if you look at it my way. i hope you'd understand how pissed i was. whichever the case, sorry your party ended this way. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO GROSSSSS FATTT THINGG : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you are so fucking lucky your father apologised for you over the phone. in future. PLEASE dont try to pick a fight with someone you know nuts about. its stupid. really. im pretty sure you another one of those sad creatures god realllly hated. thats the reason why he didnt give you any brains nor beauty. but dont be too hard on yourself. at least you have a dad who'd clean up your shit. HA! to think i was being nice. pulling a freaking stool for you to sit cause you were squatting by the table. AND you claimed i fucking threw a chair at you. seriously. PLEASE use whatever remnants of your disfunctional braincells to differenciate kindness and being a bitch. if i wanted to be a bitch about it. you would have been squatting at the foot of that table like a pathetic little rat. so get your facts right before pointing your fat ugly yucky UNPOLISHED fingers at me. i do have a limit. and you definately crossed it. btw, i REALLY REALLY have better things to look at. my eyes would be blinded if i stole a second glance at you willingly. OMG. you are like. TWO of me. not hot, at all. gross. take a minute to ponder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO SELF : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ALL guys are lying when they claim to love you very much. NEVER trust another guy EVER unless i want to have my heart brokened. (: *must remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO ESTHER : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- thanks for coming down though it was so random and in the wee hours of the morning. (: and always helping me when people like that try to pick a fight out of nothing at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO THOSE WHOEVERS WHO HATE ME : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i dont NEED you to love me. really. i love myself. ALOT. so there's really no need for you to force yourself to like me if you reallllly think im a bitch. BUT. at the very least. have some guts to hate me in my face. i dont need fake smiles. dont hide your hatred. cause i wont bother hiding mine. GOT IT? goooooood. but before confronting me. i'll have to state down a few basic rules..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* please do think hard what about me do you not like and what is it you want to pick on me about. DONT come rambling incoherently to me in tragic english. that. i'd just laugh it off and think you have a microscopic brain. seriously. i mean it. i'd laugh in your face. so unless you want to kick yourself in the face. DONT confront me unprepared. im not to mess with when i hit my limit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DONOVAN. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-1007504367409681443?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1007504367409681443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=1007504367409681443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/1007504367409681443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/1007504367409681443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/gross-and-ugly.html' title='THE GROSS AND THE UGLY'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-7376200742088467537</id><published>2008-02-22T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T01:23:58.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOLLY SMILES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy's little girl&lt;br /&gt;paints the world with her magic wand&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's little child&lt;br /&gt;breathes new life to the morning time for me&lt;br /&gt;Though we're apart,&lt;br /&gt;her thoughts follow me&lt;br /&gt;When I come home,&lt;br /&gt;Molly smiles with the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Molly smiles,&lt;br /&gt;and she radiates the glow around her halo&lt;br /&gt;When she plays, Molly smiles&lt;br /&gt;On a summer day, Molly smiles&lt;br /&gt;A new day, Molly smiles&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's little girl&lt;br /&gt;ties a ribbon around my heart&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's little child&lt;br /&gt;waves goodbye to the ocean tide that sweeps me&lt;br /&gt;Though we're apart,&lt;br /&gt;she's a part of me&lt;br /&gt;Molly smiles with the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Molly smiles and she radiates the glow around her halo&lt;br /&gt;When she plays, Molly smiles&lt;br /&gt;On a summer day, Molly smiles&lt;br /&gt;A new day, Molly smiles&lt;br /&gt;When I come home,&lt;br /&gt;Molly smiles with the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Molly smiles and she radiates the glow around her halo&lt;br /&gt;When she plays, Molly smiles&lt;br /&gt;On a summer day, Molly smiles&lt;br /&gt;A new day, Molly smiles&lt;br /&gt;When the days have gone grey,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's wrong when Molly smiles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS SONG. its one of my favourite songs.&lt;br /&gt;i like the lyrics. simple.&lt;br /&gt;yet so much feelings.&lt;div 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at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-1502128236226046992</id><published>2008-02-21T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T17:14:13.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK TO WHERE I WAS</title><content type='html'>i need rest. drank and cried till i look totally unfit for my shoot today. have no clue how the fuck am i gonna go through this day. urgh. head hurts.my facial muscles are cramped. omg. if i still had one last breath. i'd say im sorry im sorry i've not learnt how to love again. i selfishly only wanted to be loved. but i know deep down. its not possible to only recieve and not return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hearts been cold&lt;br /&gt;would you warm it baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-1502128236226046992?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1502128236226046992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=1502128236226046992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/1502128236226046992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/1502128236226046992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-to-where-i-was.html' title='BACK TO WHERE I WAS'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-5140438573436540563</id><published>2008-02-20T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T08:19:47.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feelings</title><content type='html'>im STILL sick. i think i took close to an entire strip of panadols at a go. omg. i realised something is wrong with my blog post time stamp thingy. oh wells. anyway. its 12am now. i have so much thoughts swimming around in my brain. annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;you walked away&lt;br /&gt;creating the distance between us&lt;br /&gt;i never moved&lt;br /&gt;i stood still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your heart no longer beats for me&lt;br /&gt;i dont dwell in your thoughts no more&lt;br /&gt;everything has changed&lt;br /&gt;everyone moved on&lt;br /&gt;i stood still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was soooooo random. hum. i stillll think im going to go into depressssion REAL soon. seriously. i mean. what is this. i dont even know what the fuck am i typing today. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-5140438573436540563?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5140438573436540563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=5140438573436540563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/5140438573436540563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/5140438573436540563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/feelings.html' title='feelings'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-5315342890991795557</id><published>2008-02-19T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T09:10:38.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is fucking random.</title><content type='html'>im so random. naimah's birthdya last year. miss you guys. *SMILES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/9SjlBJKxI0/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/9SjlBJKxI0/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT YOU JUST LOVE ME HUH NAIMAH. HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-5315342890991795557?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5315342890991795557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=5315342890991795557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/5315342890991795557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/5315342890991795557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-fucking-random.html' title='this is fucking random.'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-4209025651920387647</id><published>2008-02-19T08:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T08:53:51.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPOSTER. COPIED.</title><content type='html'>OMG. i felt sick today. so i didnt attend class. it was crazy. my head was spinning in multiple directions. yup. i couldnt see properly. everything looked spinny. LOL. anyway. i HAVE to blog on this. since i was not able to help &lt;em&gt;miss divine&lt;/em&gt; get the &lt;em&gt;annoying thing who copies&lt;/em&gt; her math test and claims otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE TO ANGEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all. you dont have to ring up everyone just to tell them i wrote about you on my blog. THEY ALREADY KNOW. i thik. and it doesnt cause the entry to vanish just because you went around telling people i hated you. THEY ALREADY KNOW. (now thats for sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got over your kiddish, boy crazy behaviour after a little while and started having short simple honest conversations with you since. so quit your little act of self-pity already. its so over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT it does not mean i like you. im just not wasting my 'hate/dislike' space for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE QUIT COPYING &lt;em&gt;miss divine's&lt;/em&gt; maths test answers if you're SO FUCKING SMART. go on and show everyone how fucking smart you are on your own. if you copied your answers and scored FULL MARKS. it still does not in any way, make you smart. really. you seriously need help coming to terms with the fact that you just cant make the cut for an 'IT GIRL'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know god's always fair. you either have brains and no beauty or the other way round. BUT. in your case. even god decided to give someone else the brains. prolly because he know you were gonna be THIS annoying. you neither have beauty nor brains. you have no qualities that'll get you anywhere near popular. so quit trying to reach for the stars when you cant even go near the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still dont dislike you. i just think nothing of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-4209025651920387647?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4209025651920387647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=4209025651920387647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/4209025651920387647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/4209025651920387647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/imposter-copied.html' title='IMPOSTER. COPIED.'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-946440593509864024</id><published>2008-02-17T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T20:29:37.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>simply complicated</title><content type='html'>love is so simple, its complicated. you seem to know so much about it, yet understand nothing. it may bring smiles, but mostly tears. when would it be safe to love with your heart? once you allow someone to unlock your heart, with the keys in their hands, you risk having your heart locked and stolen. you may never get it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'd aften love someone who has given their heart to somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;you'd often be the one trying to piece them back together again.&lt;br /&gt;yet no matter how hard you try. you never seem to be comparable to the one who broke their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've heard a friend telling me this once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS LIKE WAR&lt;br /&gt;EASY TO START, HARD TO STOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt that just so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could choose who i wanted i love. maybe i wouldnt have chosen you. i trusted you with my heart. you seem to have delibrately smashed it on the floor. a millions shattered pieces i've had to slowly piece it back together. yet before i could finish fixing the shattered heart, you'd trip over it and break it into even TEEEENNNNIER bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot. a whole fucking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really loved once. but now i no longer would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you pushed me up just so i'd fall once you let go&lt;br /&gt;i've fallen. i hope you're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont regret you though. you were part of me. will always be. a memory i cannot seem to erase.&lt;br /&gt;its like the delete button in my brain went missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was loving me that hard. or was it me who couldnt stop loving you too much.&lt;br /&gt;it'll all end soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i am lost for a day try to find me&lt;br /&gt;but if i dont come back than i wont look behind me&lt;br /&gt;all of the things that i thought were so easy&lt;br /&gt;just gets harder and harder each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;december's the darkest&lt;br /&gt;june is the light&lt;br /&gt;and this emprty bedroom wont make anything right&lt;br /&gt;and out on the landing&lt;br /&gt;a friend i forgot to send home&lt;br /&gt;who waits up for me all through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calender girl&lt;br /&gt;who's in love with the world&lt;br /&gt;stay alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt i was dying&lt;br /&gt;like i so often do&lt;br /&gt;but when i awoke&lt;br /&gt;i was sure it was true&lt;br /&gt;i ran to window&lt;br /&gt;threw my head to the sky&lt;br /&gt;and said whoever is up there&lt;br /&gt;please dont let me die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i cant live forever&lt;br /&gt;i cant always breathe&lt;br /&gt;one day i'll be sand on a beach&lt;br /&gt;by the sea&lt;br /&gt;the pages keep turning&lt;br /&gt;i'll mark off each page with a cross&lt;br /&gt;and i'll laugh about all that we've lost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-946440593509864024?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/946440593509864024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=946440593509864024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/946440593509864024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/946440593509864024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/simply-complicated.html' title='simply complicated'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-3131088978819039899</id><published>2008-02-17T10:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T10:47:30.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAILS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R7iAwpfNZbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/8XIOzQr3PzY/s1600-h/021808024810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168022145666475442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R7iAwpfNZbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/8XIOzQr3PzY/s320/021808024810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R7iAxJfNZcI/AAAAAAAAAOc/80LTWMpf2ng/s1600-h/021808024856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168022154256410050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R7iAxJfNZcI/AAAAAAAAAOc/80LTWMpf2ng/s320/021808024856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R7iAxpfNZdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/aS2NZ9DjhzM/s1600-h/021808024933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168022162846344658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R7iAxpfNZdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/aS2NZ9DjhzM/s320/021808024933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHIO? lol. i love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just loook at them shine.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-3131088978819039899?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3131088978819039899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=3131088978819039899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/3131088978819039899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/3131088978819039899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/nails.html' title='NAILS'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R7iAwpfNZbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/8XIOzQr3PzY/s72-c/021808024810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-7629490296836514048</id><published>2008-02-15T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T11:53:56.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DATING GAME</title><content type='html'>This entry is suitable for those who INTENDS or PLANS to cheat on their partner. To put it in a nicer way, you aspire to break the hearts of those who love you. *GRIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First. you have to ask yourself a few questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) if asked to rate your looks on the scale of 1 to 10. how much would you give yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) do you lie to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) are you considered 'HOT' by most of your friends? (im looking at 8 out of 10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) are you able to handle the emotional stress before and after?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW LETS BEGIN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a cheater. you should NEVER have an online public account. (e.g friendster, facebook, myspace..) these are things that break you. you cant possibly post both your girlfriend's picures with you guys smoooching and expect them to be allll cool about it. its best to stick to the old msn thing. its ALWAYS safer. and keep on changing your password if you know your girlfriend/boyfriend is the snoooopish sort. hurhur. always have a password to your laptops. you dont want them finding those 'im-in-a-meeting' pictures with your arms tightly glued around another person's waist. (especially those pictures that has the other girl half naked on top of you) NOT GOOD. *heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give them nicknames. This is important. because you never know when you might blurt out the wrong name in the midst of having wild wild sex. OR when you get drunk. at the very least you'd be mentioning their 'common' names. so no one would suspect a thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-7629490296836514048?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7629490296836514048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=7629490296836514048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/7629490296836514048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/7629490296836514048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/dating-game.html' title='THE DATING GAME'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-7229530027411457335</id><published>2008-02-15T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T06:42:24.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my heart is cold&lt;br /&gt;and im afraid that'll hurt you so&lt;br /&gt;dont you know&lt;br /&gt;dont you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentine's day just another day&lt;br /&gt;heard you had another girl, so i looked away&lt;br /&gt;im convinced that i was better off alone&lt;br /&gt;holding hands walking down the streets was not what i would do anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i got home&lt;br /&gt;curled up on my bed&lt;br /&gt;trying to hold back tears &lt;br /&gt;i didnt want to lose myself this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im afraid to open my heart&lt;br /&gt;cause its shattered apart before&lt;br /&gt;it took me such a long time to piece it back&lt;br /&gt;i allowed myself to love once before&lt;br /&gt;and i ended up crying at the door&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want give myself a chance again&lt;br /&gt;to get hurt, im afraid&lt;br /&gt;oooohhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;my hearts been cold&lt;br /&gt;and im afraid that'll hurt you so&lt;br /&gt;dont you know&lt;br /&gt;dont you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentine's this year was just the same&lt;br /&gt;i loved and took the blame&lt;br /&gt;you left without a word, you had nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;there was nothing left to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-7229530027411457335?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7229530027411457335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=7229530027411457335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/7229530027411457335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/7229530027411457335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-heart-is-cold-and-im-afraid-thatll.html' title=''/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-2224929085910241526</id><published>2008-02-14T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:21:25.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'HEROES' BEHIND THE SCREENS' part2</title><content type='html'>Firstly. I want to say how amused i am by my tagboard. HAHA!! it amazes me how some people can actually not activate their braincells while insulting someone. or rather, TRYING (very very very) fucking hard to. To be honest. Pity is the only thing i have for you nameless pathetic gutless creatures. Like i mentioned in my previous post, you must lead an extremely sad and boring life. i doubt you have a life at all. HAHA. to waste your time poking incessently at my self-healing bubble sure as hell dont make you any better than you're already NOT. so be a smart creature for once and cease this childish act of yours. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a few questions for you though if you actually have the ability to comprehend what my questions mean that is. Looking at how incredibly HORRID you are at this language, i would try to simplify my questions fit for a kindergarden kid. Promise. *GRIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] Are your parents literate? at all? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason behind this question : if they are, why do you NOT have a name? ): poor you!! why dont i be a nice nice prissy princess for once and give you a name? *GRIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets name you..   *thinks reallllly hard*     BRAINLESS NAMELESS CREATURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like it? like it? LOOK!! im being nice to a random nameless creature. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they arent one. i feel sad for you. but the above given name by me still STANDS. duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so many things to blog and ask. but im tired. so. its off for a nap than when i get up all rested and happy, i'll continue this post. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-2224929085910241526?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2224929085910241526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=2224929085910241526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/2224929085910241526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/2224929085910241526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/heroes-behind-screens-part2.html' title='&apos;HEROES&apos; BEHIND THE SCREENS&apos; part2'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-1469027338163380710</id><published>2008-02-13T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T13:23:21.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OLD NOTE</title><content type='html'>like sugar in my coffee&lt;br /&gt;honey in my tea&lt;br /&gt;your sweentness overwhelmes me&lt;br /&gt;i could drown in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could stop your heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;with a single a glance&lt;br /&gt;you'd give up all you have&lt;br /&gt;you'd take my hand and run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stopped midway and waved goodbye&lt;br /&gt;i saw the pain, and tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;im sorry that i hurt you&lt;br /&gt;i didnt mean to tear your heart apart&lt;br /&gt;if i had stayed on for one more second&lt;br /&gt;i'd be lying to my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were there when i needed someone&lt;br /&gt;caught me when i fell&lt;br /&gt;tickle me when i got teary&lt;br /&gt;carried me through tiresome journeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for doing so much&lt;br /&gt;loving me like no one had&lt;br /&gt;i'll never forget your warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;you touched my heart everytime you smiled&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-1469027338163380710?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1469027338163380710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=1469027338163380710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/1469027338163380710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/1469027338163380710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/old-note.html' title='OLD NOTE'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-2170633495405012382</id><published>2008-02-13T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T11:25:00.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:pink; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Recipe For CALISTA FAYE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/drink.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="pink"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts Love&lt;br /&gt;2 parts Shrewdness&lt;br /&gt;1 part Glamour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splash of Wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve over ice&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's the Recipe for Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Very Sexy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyousexyquiz/sexy-3.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="pink"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! You are one hot number. You have a lot of sex appeal.&lt;br /&gt;You know you're sexy, and you're not afraid to put it all out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you're very appealing, you're careful not to be trashy or over the top.&lt;br /&gt;Sexy is all about attitude. And you totally have the attitude that people love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You Are Sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You accept your body as it is, and that's sexy. If you feel attractive, you are more attractive - no matter what your shape is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are flirtatious and fun with most people. You know how to keep things light, friendly, and sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are open to all sorts of experiences, and you have a taste for the exotic. Your adventurous spirit is very sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your modern look is sexy. You don't give people too much of the same old thing. You like to change it up.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyousexyquiz/"&gt;Are You Sexy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;People Definitely Like You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/dopeoplelikeyouquiz/like2.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="pink"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very well liked, and many people admire you.&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, well mannered, and fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you're not perfect... but that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Your friends are usually willing to accept you for who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What People Don't Like About You:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't like that you forget them easily. No one wants to be friends with someone who doesn't remember their name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What People Like About You:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like that you are genuine and real. They can count on you to be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like that you take responsibility for your actions and admit your mistakes. They appreciate your maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like that you give them support and strength. Friends know that they can count on you to be there for them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/dopeoplelikeyouquiz/"&gt;Do People Like You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-2170633495405012382?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2170633495405012382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=2170633495405012382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/2170633495405012382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/2170633495405012382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-are-very-sexy-damn-you-are-one-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-1671383838731197647</id><published>2008-02-13T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T11:51:31.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Totally Prissy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howprissyareyouquiz/prissy-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should call you princess - that is, if they don't already.&lt;br /&gt;You like everything "just so" ...and you don't mind complaining if you're not getting what you want.&lt;br /&gt;You're freaked out by anything gross, dirty, or low class. You definitely need to be protected from the world.&lt;br /&gt;And while people usually don't mind protecting you, you're prissy antics can get a bit annoying.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howprissyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Prissy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Aphrodite!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatgoddessareyouquiz/aphrodite.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total shining star with a ton of admirers&lt;br /&gt;And no wonder: you live life to the fullest!&lt;br /&gt;When things get bad, you can easily take off to a happier place&lt;br /&gt;But occasionally, you need to deal with problems head on&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatgoddessareyouquiz/"&gt;What Goddess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-1671383838731197647?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1671383838731197647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=1671383838731197647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/1671383838731197647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/1671383838731197647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/quiz.html' title='QUIZ'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-3954395399874825104</id><published>2008-02-12T08:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T09:05:15.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OLD SCHOOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R7HRW5fNZWI/AAAAAAAAANs/n1r84TYwHfs/s1600-h/oldschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166140438889719138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R7HRW5fNZWI/AAAAAAAAANs/n1r84TYwHfs/s320/oldschool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R7HRXJfNZXI/AAAAAAAAAN0/B7NJ-oUPaCo/s1600-h/unifetish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166140443184686450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R7HRXJfNZXI/AAAAAAAAAN0/B7NJ-oUPaCo/s320/unifetish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R7HRX5fNZYI/AAAAAAAAAN8/EWvaMoFOuKs/s1600-h/021208124023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166140456069588354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R7HRX5fNZYI/AAAAAAAAAN8/EWvaMoFOuKs/s320/021208124023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R7HRY5fNZZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/KdPLUOl4NrM/s1600-h/021208134003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166140473249457554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R7HRY5fNZZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/KdPLUOl4NrM/s320/021208134003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R7HRZ5fNZaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/E_U-EISXtCc/s1600-h/021208134148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166140490429326754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R7HRZ5fNZaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/E_U-EISXtCc/s320/021208134148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I decided that my old school uniform was too hot to resist. Thus, i ended up wearing it to class today. AND. I CAN STILL FIT IN. (: *grins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll let the pictures do the talking. (: loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-3954395399874825104?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3954395399874825104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=3954395399874825104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/3954395399874825104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/3954395399874825104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/old-school.html' title='OLD SCHOOL.'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R7HRW5fNZWI/AAAAAAAAANs/n1r84TYwHfs/s72-c/oldschool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-6287573217549673153</id><published>2008-02-12T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T01:50:21.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'HEROES' BEHIND THE SCREENS</title><content type='html'>I've blogged about this before. And here i am. Blogging about it ALL OVER AGAIN. omg. some people just dont seem to get it. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly. This is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (which means, i get to blog whatever i want and no one can say shit) Now, flamming my tagboard with broken english and hokkien vulgarities, using different nicknames, definately does not make your life any better. unless of course you belong to the group of people whom i define as ' RIDUCULOUSLY BORED WITH LIFE CAUSE THEY DONT SEEM TO HAVE ONE '. if which in this case, you have my pity. *&lt;em&gt;pats on the back&lt;/em&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be drop dead gorgeous like OMG OMG. but at least for sure i know, im not as cowardly and low as you are. *GRIN. thank god. I blog. yes. I realise its behind the computer screen. BUT. HELLO. i didnt force you to read my entry did i? I didnt say i was so fucking drop dead gorgeous either.. (though i must admit sometimes, i think i am.. HAHA) I blog but those reading this blog OBVIOUSLY knows im writing the entries. &lt;em&gt;duh. &lt;/em&gt;did it ever actually occur to you to activate your brain cells before trying to insult someone? commenting on my entries, thats fine. You wanna threaten to kill me on my taggie, uhhh..i mean. sure. you can try. BUT insulting my mum. How about i write an entry dedicated to your parents? im sure i can do that i perfect complete sentences. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMPLE :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you must have had a reaaalllly sad sad family at home with your mum lying in bed with cancer at its final stage. and aids infested body due to fucking around way TOOOO much with random doggies. (oh my. those poor doggies) Maybe you have aids too. *&lt;em&gt;wonders&lt;/em&gt; HAHA!! cause after your mum forced the doggies to fuck her, you followed her foot steps. PLUS a father who has only 1/10th of a normal brain. ): *sniffs. i do feel your agony because i have such a perfect life. sometimes i really wished i could share abit of perfection with you. yet. thats close to impossible because. you're just nothing and i cant share things with nothingness. ): hum. oh wells. my eyes are starting to hurt n0w. gonna turn in. will blog more on this later. hurhur. in the mean time. enjoy flamming. (: life's short you know? and your's is even shorter. your mum? PROLLY 10 days left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-6287573217549673153?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6287573217549673153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=6287573217549673153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/6287573217549673153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/6287573217549673153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/heroes-behind-screens.html' title='&apos;HEROES&apos; BEHIND THE SCREENS'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-281454473874716912</id><published>2008-02-07T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T05:49:06.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy CNY people!! (: I cant help but notice that festivals are pretty much very quiet now. I remember like being REALLLLY excited when CNY was around the corner and would ensure i was dressed up in my NEW YEAR outfits going around extorting red packets from anyone that has a wedding band on their finger. (yeah. i WAS a little girl back than.) I can hardly feel excited for CNY for the past 3 years. I'd be dragging myself around and prolly accepts those who shoves a red packet into my hand, which i figured, was because they wanted those oranges in my hands VERY VERY VERY badly. yup. that MUST be it. HAHA!! I think festivals are pretty much just like any other normal day except you'd have to include more noise from your neighbour's house and prolly having difficulty finding a decent place to eat. SERIOUSLY. look at it this way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME (who has zero cooking skills) + PUBLIC HOLIDAY (which means the people dont go to work, which basically means food stall is closed) = ANGRY HUNGRY ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there!! was that simple enough to understand?. *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i actually like about CNY is that i get to 'gamble' as much as i want without feeling guilty. heh. like. I think obsessive gambling is BAD. but CNY is a &lt;em&gt;fucking &lt;/em&gt;great excuse. HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While typing this entry. '&lt;em&gt;bleeding love&lt;/em&gt;' is kinda plaing over and over again on my laptop. AND im bored to tears, so, i thought of writing my own song. AND AND AND!! im going to title it, '&lt;em&gt;bleeding hate&lt;/em&gt;' (: *GRIN i know. im such a genius isnt that so? (just agree.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go try churn out some random lyrics for that self-pen (still in process) song. hurhur. how moronic can i get. HUM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-281454473874716912?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/281454473874716912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=281454473874716912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/281454473874716912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/281454473874716912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-cny-people-i-cant-help-but-notice.html' title=''/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-4758695881185542076</id><published>2008-02-04T13:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T13:11:44.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6d-35GHQdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/7KO4et2UrCI/s1600-h/020408222023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163234996487930322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6d-35GHQdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/7KO4et2UrCI/s320/020408222023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6d-4ZGHQeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/MfcCasi8NKo/s1600-h/020408222056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163235005077864930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6d-4ZGHQeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/MfcCasi8NKo/s320/020408222056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6d-5JGHQfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/KlBkC3fkAnQ/s1600-h/020408222358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163235017962766834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6d-5JGHQfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/KlBkC3fkAnQ/s320/020408222358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6d-55GHQhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ZCgAOM9geFY/s1600-h/020408184548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163235030847668754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6d-55GHQhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ZCgAOM9geFY/s320/020408184548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6d-5pGHQgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Yy6p_n3DnJY/s1600-h/020408222149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163235026552701442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6d-5pGHQgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Yy6p_n3DnJY/s320/020408222149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6d7M5GHQZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PIGuoICbgLg/s1600-h/020408222358.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6d7NJGHQaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fm1kQ2wA0X4/s1600-h/020408222056.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6d7NpGHQbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/QTDLO2htcP4/s1600-h/020408222023.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6d7N5GHQcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UN0sMmgwcy8/s1600-h/020408222149.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with miss gonggong at HMV today.&lt;br /&gt;we ate sakae sushi. and and and. NAOMI gave me the funniest idea ever. HIDE THE LEFT OVER FOOD WE HAD. just for the fun of it. like. OMG!! hahahaha. but it was fun lah. after which we walked around hmv and took neoprints. and talked. and shared with each other some very very personal stuff. (: glad we did cause we found out that we actually had certain similar past events in our lives. anyway. we shopped around at NUM (new urban male) and i bought this fucking cute tee!! it says.. STUPID FACTORY, where boys are made.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;waited for mr.starstud to end work cause wanted him to accompany me while i had to wait for naomi to come back. poor girl coughing like her throat was gonna burst. ): yupppp. thats about my day. oh oh OH!! plus i spotted a pretty cute guy at NUM hmv. all you girls should really head over there to shop (look at some eyecandies) *ahem. HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;current favourite song? loneliness by babyface. *sigh.&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats how i really feel even after all these while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-4758695881185542076?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4758695881185542076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=4758695881185542076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/4758695881185542076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/4758695881185542076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/met-up-with-miss-gonggong-at-hmv-today.html' title=''/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6d-35GHQdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/7KO4et2UrCI/s72-c/020408222023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-647568491548761045</id><published>2008-02-01T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T08:05:13.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6M1FJGHQMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-eekCe31MzM/s1600-h/012908122508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162027960353898690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6M1FJGHQMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-eekCe31MzM/s200/012908122508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6M1EZGHQKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Bdp3pFok6W8/s1600-h/012908122534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162027947468996770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6M1EZGHQKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Bdp3pFok6W8/s200/012908122534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6M1E5GHQLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/f7YmguCTuAQ/s1600-h/012908122557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162027956058931378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6M1E5GHQLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/f7YmguCTuAQ/s200/012908122557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6M1F5GHQNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/S0nmVkN3kdA/s1600-h/013108094731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162027973238800594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6M1F5GHQNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/S0nmVkN3kdA/s200/013108094731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6M1GZGHQOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KZEwIDaGSUM/s1600-h/013108094650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162027981828735202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6M1GZGHQOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KZEwIDaGSUM/s200/013108094650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is the way i look when i go for classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;random random&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*GRIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh. since we went to JB. Naomi brought me to Holiday Plaza to do our nails. OMFG!! There was this reallllllly lousy shop there. Dont ever do your nails with them. They cant even do a basic manicure without screwing up your nails. VERY gross. im disgusted. both of us got cheated by the stupid shop and i went back to make them explain why is the job done so badly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the shop's name is NAIL STUDIO. i will post up their exact location and shop number soon. better not go there and ruin your nails. SIGH. anyway. the ladyboss of that shop is worse than fungi. She's prolly the bacteria thats on my shit. *GRIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;grossssss!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(will blog about the whole thing soon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the great great thing is that at least, we found a shop that is 1000000000000millionic times better after the huge hoo-haa at that lousy nail place. They are definately nicer, friendlier and ovbiously more professional. And they worked magic on my screwed up nails!! from the ugliest set of nails i've ever had done in my entire life, they turned it into a beautiful set that i simply adore. i cant describe how fucking happy i was with the second nail shop. If im not wrong, their called NAIL ADDICTION. also located at holiday plaza. same level too. very near to the lousy shop. hahahhaha. omfg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6NBEpGHQPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_KyxW4tdEao/s1600-h/020108150807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162041145903497458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6NBEpGHQPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_KyxW4tdEao/s200/020108150807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6NBE5GHQQI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3diSv4lo-mE/s1600-h/020108150844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162041150198464770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6NBE5GHQQI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3diSv4lo-mE/s200/020108150844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6NBFpGHQRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tuhd_sYMHAU/s1600-h/020108150726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162041163083366674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6NBFpGHQRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tuhd_sYMHAU/s200/020108150726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6NBF5GHQSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LDO-Mwed_SI/s1600-h/013108214500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162041167378333986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6NBF5GHQSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LDO-Mwed_SI/s200/013108214500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6NBGZGHQTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WakGexpujt4/s1600-h/013108214517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162041175968268594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6NBGZGHQTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WakGexpujt4/s200/013108214517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY VERY VERY PRETTY NAILS. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;done by the second shop. and they didnt even charge much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mine is the first three photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the other two. are actually the nails of one of the lady boss over there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn chio isnt it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she did it herself!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;acrylic nails plus 3d art. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go to them to get pretty nails. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-647568491548761045?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/647568491548761045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=647568491548761045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/647568491548761045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/647568491548761045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/pictures.html' title='PICTURES.'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6M1FJGHQMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-eekCe31MzM/s72-c/012908122508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-3341036953563117570</id><published>2008-02-01T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T02:56:14.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TATTOO by Jordin Sparks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6L4wpGHQII/AAAAAAAAAGM/tSDIPn9CsOE/s1600-h/013008030850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161961637468913794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6L4wpGHQII/AAAAAAAAAGM/tSDIPn9CsOE/s320/013008030850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6L4w5GHQJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/pYAdmUHpN9Q/s1600-h/013108094754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161961641763881106" style="WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" height="315" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6L4w5GHQJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/pYAdmUHpN9Q/s320/013108094754.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oooh... Oooh... Ohhh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter what you say about love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I keep coming back for more,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My head in the fire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sooner or later I get what i'm asking for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter what you say about life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I learn every time I bleed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The truth is a stranger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My soul is in danger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gotta let my spirit be free to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Admit that I was wrong and then change my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry but I have to move on and leave you behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't waste time so give me the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realize nothing's broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No need to worry about everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've done &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lived every second like it was my last one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't look back got a new direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loved you once, needed protection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're still a part of everything I do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; you're on my heart just like a tattoo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like a tatto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I'll always have you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sick of playing all of these games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not about taking ties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I look in the mirror,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't deliver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It hurt enough to think that I could stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Admit that I'm wrong and then change my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry but I gotta be strong and leave you behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't waste time so give me the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realize nothing's broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No need to worry about everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lived every second like it was my last one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't look back got a new direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loved you once, needed protection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're still a part of everything I do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; you're on my heart just like a tattoo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I'll always have you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I live every moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Won't change any moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still a part of me and you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will never regret you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still the memory of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marks everything I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't waste time so give me the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realize nothing's broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No need to worry about everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I've done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lived every second like it was my last one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't look back got a new direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loved you once, needed protection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're still a part of everything I do, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're on my heart just like a tattoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like a tattooI'll always have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-3341036953563117570?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3341036953563117570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=3341036953563117570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/3341036953563117570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/3341036953563117570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/02/tattoo-by-jordin-sparks.html' title='TATTOO by Jordin Sparks'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vH6ui7N0/R6L4wpGHQII/AAAAAAAAAGM/tSDIPn9CsOE/s72-c/013008030850.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-6495791897651623238</id><published>2008-01-26T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T13:40:07.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STARS AND PIERCINGS</title><content type='html'>How many of you people out there agree that your classmates are plain weird. right. maybe not ALL of them. just the minor few. (i can see some of you secretly smiling at the computer screen now..) *GRIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i DEFINATELY think that i have some really weird classmates. they are so weird. sometimes i actually thought i was in a metal institute. hurhur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure ALLLLLL you humans who are studying noticed this. when you check yourself into a school. its like you just left homeland for some foreign country. everything. and i mean EVERYTHING just seems so scary. and unfamiliar. to make things worse. its so human nature.. everyone starts grouping themselves up. and there you'll find yourself stranded under the stairs eating lunch. *pats you on the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. im gonna make a list of the common groups we have..but im gonna scale it down to classroom size..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) the belle of the class usually accompanied by her two or three other pretty hot hot girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;(2) Mr.eyecandy and all the other guys who dont look too good but wants in on the glory&lt;br /&gt;(3) the fat people. (not much explanation needed here)&lt;br /&gt;(4) the nerdy 'i-do-ALL-my-assignments' aliens&lt;br /&gt;(5) loners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*you have to also take note of the langauge preferences. those can be divided within the groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BELLE AND HER GOSSIP BABES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's pretty. hot. she has brains. (please take note : some belles are BIMBOS) she's everything you wished you could be. all the females in class wants to be her friend and secretly wished she'd get banged by a bus and die. everytime she walks into class. silence. all eyes on her. yup. thats her alright. your belle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MR.EYECANDY AND HIS LOYAL FOLLOWERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he might not be tall and dark. but i can safely assure you that handsome is definately present for this one. he's got the attitude. and not to forget a whole class of ardent fans. agreeing and nooding their heads to every remark he makes. does it really matter if the answer he wrote on the board was correct? hum. thats a cute butttt!! *GRIN   obviously you can safely say that guys around him calls him their closest kin to get a girl's attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE FAT PEOPLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these people basically just goes on diets that never worked and never will work. they take up ALOT of space in the class and sometimes you'd turn to them for some entertainment when class gets so boring you cant even bring yourself to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE NERDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are your teacher's pet. and they shun the belles and eyecandies together with the entourage. yup. i present to you. the nerdy nerds. they are aliens. not humans. ALIENS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LONER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i-live-and-die-alone. i-am-gonna-close-my eyes-and-walk-into-the-wall-now. *struggles to look up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wala!! i mean. of couse. the break down is definately not so simple. you still have your ah lians and ah bengs. plus your class clown. and not to forget the joker who keeps things alive. and the OUTCAST. yup. its like a whole reality programme isnt it? they totally should consider doing one on this. ITS REAL FOR ONE. you dont even have to script it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*difference between your class clown and joker. JOKERS are often well liked because they brighten everyone's day and only joke at the right times. everyone laughs at their jokes. (including the loners and nerdy people). CLOWNS are just idiots. (: no witty coments and mostly laughing at their own joke. these are the people you'd want to stick your pen knif through their hearts in boring BIOLOGY class. (could have been accidental.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my class. There happens to be two mr.eyecandy and it seems to me like ALL the females in class are their ardent fans. (excluding ms.divine and myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EYE CANDY #1 - STARRY STARRY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean come on. this guy has an ardent female fan who actually spent time counting the number of stars he has on his body. (im so tempted to buy star stickers and paste it all over him and watch her count them). hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EYE CANDY #2 - COMMON NAME YOU SAY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every sentence is punctuated with his name. you hear it more often than you write the date on your assignment papers on the entire day. yup. same ardent fan he has. hahhaahah. lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;miss ardent fan&lt;/em&gt; has no personality. yup. zero.nil. zilch. she immitates a bit of everyone and TADA!!!! HELLLLO NEW ME. hurhur. weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. off for my fooood. lights out people. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-6495791897651623238?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6495791897651623238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=6495791897651623238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/6495791897651623238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/6495791897651623238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/01/stars-and-piercings.html' title='STARS AND PIERCINGS'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-5699118205916389813</id><published>2008-01-23T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T09:01:46.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGEL or DEVIL</title><content type='html'>Its often said that looks are decieving. Well. I realised NAMES are decieving too. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this girl in some of my classes and her name is Angel. i've ALWAYS associated that word with things like..&lt;em&gt;godly, white, pretty wings. halos and in general, perfection.&lt;/em&gt; HELL AM I WRONG. (though im pretty sure its prolly just a mistake) haha! i mean. i sure as hell think her name should be something like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- little miss boy-crazy&lt;br /&gt;- little miss name crazy&lt;br /&gt;- miss hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;- miss fashion disaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW ANY OF THE ABOVE WOULD HAVE FIT HER &lt;strong&gt;PERFECTLY&lt;/strong&gt; great!! *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. im always learning new things. *grin anyway. and because of her very spastic like behaviour, she naturally appears on my 'go away from me' list. (: (seriously. get a life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its weird like how she behaves like she's never seen a male in her entire life and is practically drooling over them. HELLLLLO!! if you are attracted to them which is totally normal. just fucking go talk to them. isnt that soooooo much easier than ohhhhhhhhhhing and ahhhhhhhhhhing about it? kids. god save me please. oh wells. doesnt affect me. but when it does. im becoming satan!! *smiles sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i always agreed. birds of a feather flock together. so angel flocks together with this oher taiwanese girl. obviously nothing to look at. haha. okay. now im being mean. but hey. IM ALWAYS BITCHY. love me or hate me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sing song voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love me or hate me &lt;br /&gt;its still an obsession&lt;br /&gt;love me or hate me&lt;br /&gt;that is a question&lt;br /&gt;if you love me than&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU&lt;br /&gt;if you hate me than &lt;br /&gt;F U C K YOU!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh btw. did i mention that i dont care if whoever i talk or bitch about knows that i do that? *grin. thats the whole damn point. if you got the guts to dislike and hate a person, dont even try to be nice infront of me. I HATE HYPOCRITES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND before i forget. I DISLIKE BOTH OF THE ABOVE NAMES MENTIONED. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you little kids think playing childish games with regards to friendships are your kind of thing. please dont step on my tail. cause i bite. SERIOUSLY. i do. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE miss &lt;em&gt;'divine'&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-5699118205916389813?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5699118205916389813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=5699118205916389813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/5699118205916389813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/5699118205916389813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/01/angel-or-devil.html' title='ANGEL or DEVIL'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-431364714530958848</id><published>2008-01-14T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T22:41:03.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FACE FACTS</title><content type='html'>ALL females are &lt;em&gt;vain&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: if you belong to the above gender. please. nod your heads in agreement. if in any case you're shaking your head. go seek help quick. either from a mental institution or a plastic surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my eyes. as long as you have a hole and have a thing for males. you are considered a &lt;strong&gt;female&lt;/strong&gt;. unless otherwise you may want to check with your doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had this one velentine day gathering with some friends way back. and this really ridiculous &lt;em&gt;ah lian&lt;/em&gt; who has limited vocabulary left me with something i'd never forget for as long as im breathing oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've only met her once before the gathering and that was a casual outing with a few friends. ah lian was than introduced to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smalleyes: eerrrrrrrrrrrr... this is my god-sister. (turns around and introduced me to her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: oh! HI!! (smiles and checked her out at the same time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1kg of foundation = checked&lt;br /&gt; many layers of bright-coloured tops = checked&lt;br /&gt; alot ALOT of eyeliner = checked&lt;br /&gt; typical ah lian style = double double check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SMILES. there. i've done my checking out in record timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahlian: ehh!! your bag very nice hor? where you buy ah? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *blinks (i looked stupid) hum. i cant remember. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahlian: orh...my fren gort tis bag oso leh!! hahahahahaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *mind laughing, face still as blurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahlian walks away........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all this while. we were out together but i spoke less than five sentences. and ah lian has done makeup touch ups for the 15th time. YES!! 15. in 1 hour. not that im complaining about it. but come on. thats tooooooooooooo much touch ups. god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway. so after the movie. we split and i went home. and i had a phone conversation with my guy friend who happens to be her god-brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: smalleyes!! thats fifteen times can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smalleyes: you damn vain lah you!! haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i admit that. *grin. i think all females are vain and have a right to be vain. come on. you guys dont get atracted by ugly girls!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smalleyes: true......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: but your god sister is seriously and definately more vain than i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conversation ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than comes valentines day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best friend and i went together. love him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahlian suddenly comes to confront me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahlian: eeehhhhhhhhhh you come here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: uhh...why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bestfriend: i think you are very rude. im eating and she has name. her name is not "EH". and i have to move in order for her to come out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahlian: (angry) FINE!!!! can you please let her out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bestfriend: i have a name too you know... its CW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahlian: *repeats the above with name inserted at front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: its okay. just let me out. * gets up and went out of the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahlian: YOU SAY MY BAD THING ISIT?!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: what? uhhhhhhhh? what do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahlian: YOU SAY I VERY UGLY ISIT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: nope. i didnt say that you're ugly. i said you're very vain. thats all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahlian: WHY MUST YOU SAY MY BAD THING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hum. is that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahlian: YOU TINK YOU VERY CHIO AHHHHH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *grin uhhhh. no. yes. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahlian: YOU THINK VERY FUNNY HUH? I TELL YOU!! I SEE YOU ONE TIME WHACK ONE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. dont hold back that laughter. dont. just let it go. HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA. wth!! that ah lian was obviously not making any sense. omg. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're wondering do i still go to town. i STAY in town. so. yup. and i bumped into her a million times. she sure whacked hard with her very enthusiastic HIs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhur. how ironic. humans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-431364714530958848?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/431364714530958848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=431364714530958848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/431364714530958848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/431364714530958848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/01/face-facts.html' title='FACE FACTS'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-3691478267103502881</id><published>2008-01-08T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T02:43:26.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HILARIOUS WAITRESS</title><content type='html'>Okay. As i've promised. This post is dedicated to that waitress i rubbed shoulders with on my VERY glamourous new year's eve celebration. Here goes nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets name her "SWDM (she who disgusts me)". okay. location? A Cheena close to lup-sup pub called O2. NOW.. close your eyes and imagine a place jammed packed with ching chiong rowd and horrid singers. hum. not too enticing was it? well. why on god's forsakened world was I doing there.. *shrugs    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there because mr.right decided to head down there for a short round of drinks with some of his more cheena ah beng friends. most of which i dont think much of. right. so there i was sitting quietly. or rather, i was standing quietly. while he was downing glasses of god knows what. i was VERY distracted by the singing. it was almost like a was in the middle of a chicken farm and the slaughtering was going on. WHAT WAS THAT SINGING?! oh god. okay. back to the table. i realised. ITS EMPTY. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously the there was a free drink offer going on the bar counter. or so i figured. OR it could also mean that a merlion showcase was going on somewhere at the side of the sleazy pub. NO NO NO. IT WAS A............. FIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of mr.right's friend walks past me holding his head like it was going to stop the blood from dripping onto his face. totally not helping was the fact that his younger brother appeared behind with a scratched forearm and grazed elbow. i was immediately snapped into 'lets get out of here please' mode. i flagged a cab down just to be stared at by various people like i was supposed to do something about this whole situation. right. i was dressed so skimpy i thought i was going to the beach or something. out of point. i know. okay. i was in a pair of four inch heels and my feet was hurting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE MAIN PART. (where that SWDM comes into the picture) A random mad girl shoved a pair of slippers in my face. I was so shocked to a point i lost my voice. i think my throat decided to take a short holiday somewhere. i was polite enough to just give that mad girl a VERY confused look and walk away. only to hear her say to me... " ZHUANG GAO GUI". now. which part of me rejecting a pair of slippers from a random crazy girl looked like i was trying to act classy. i fumed. i marched in. demanded an explanation of the insult. and she started hurling all sorts of hokkien obscenities at me. almost gave me a slap if the other waitress didnt hold her back. WHAT IS THIS WOLRD TURNING INTO?! what is this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is totally mad i tell you. really. anyway. her real name is ke xing if im not wrong. to which i translate to "CURSING". what a stupid name. i know  know. i must be sooooooooooo blooody mean. but hey. im not gonna be bothered to be nice to some wild little dog on the loose. someone please call for the SPCA reporting for the runaway mut. (: damn that dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-3691478267103502881?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3691478267103502881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=3691478267103502881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/3691478267103502881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/3691478267103502881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/01/hilarious-waitress.html' title='HILARIOUS WAITRESS'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-1580118461171465007</id><published>2008-01-03T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T16:27:37.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BORING COUNTDOWN</title><content type='html'>HELLO 2008!! *grin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year went by without me doing anything thats productive. apart from the fact that i went on a '&lt;em&gt;lets all kill my liver'&lt;/em&gt; rampage. does that even make any sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I have decided to blog about my very exciting new year's celebration. Lets see.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st of december 2007 (8pm-11.30pm): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) working. &lt;br /&gt;2) boring work. &lt;br /&gt;3) many trips to the ladies. &lt;br /&gt;4) secretly wished i brought ear plugs (the REALLLY good ones) along. Those singgapore idol rejects must have decided to spend their new year's eve counting down in &lt;strong&gt;BEDS&lt;/strong&gt;. omg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st of december 2007 (11.30pm-11.45pm) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) reading msges that mostly read "happy new year blah blah blah blah great year blah. love and blah and blah" &lt;br /&gt;2) cursing mobile phone for jamming yet AGAIN. yay! !@#$%^&amp;%@#&lt;br /&gt;3) reject boss's request for selling those dirty spray things that makes you look like a disgusting undernourished fake snowman. (picture that in your mind. and we all say? EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st of december 2007 (11.45pm-12.00am) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) decides to hide at the back alley till count down is officially over. &lt;br /&gt;2) decided against it and walked across the road to '&lt;strong&gt;EN LOUNGE&lt;/strong&gt;' to say hi to an old friend. Luckishim. (: &lt;br /&gt;3) watch random people attack each other with that yucky spray thing like there was a prize to win if you sprayed the most humans. (how retarded)&lt;br /&gt;4) stared fiercely at anyone who came within arms-length from where i was sitted if they had a spray can in their hands. (which in my opinion, worked like a charm *sweeeet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st January 2008 (12.01am-12.15am) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) countdown officially over.&lt;br /&gt;2) drank a glass of whiskey soda.&lt;br /&gt;3) sneaked out of work place in case boss tries to coax me into not leaving cause they were short-handed. hum.&lt;br /&gt;4) laughed at those other random people who were covered in yucky spray things. HAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This marks the official start of 2008 for me.&lt;br /&gt;in my next entry. i'll tell you about a craaaazy pub waitress. &lt;br /&gt;hurhur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904717874827251512-1580118461171465007?l=calistafaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1580118461171465007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904717874827251512&amp;postID=1580118461171465007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/1580118461171465007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904717874827251512/posts/default/1580118461171465007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calistafaye.blogspot.com/2008/01/boring-countdown.html' title='THE BORING COUNTDOWN'/><author><name>secrets spilled at..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904717874827251512.post-1335888684653905399</id><published>2008-01-03T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T10:02:58.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BESTFRIEND ENTRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMAN A: you look as if you missed the BIG ninewest sale due to an overdose of whiskey on the previous night... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMAN B: [insert an ugly half smile] my bestfriend and i quarrelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMAN A: oh i see... what happened? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMAN B: she told someone who told me that she told her that im ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMAN A: [mind wandered to that hunk that walked by] sorry... i didnt catch what you were saying. try not to feel so gloomy. how long have you guys been bestfriends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMAN B: [start counting with fingers...] one, two, three, four... about four months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMAN A: four months? i think that would officially make me your twin since i've known you for a year. [walks away]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a conversation i had with a girlfriend of mine once. Its not that i think human relationships should be based on the, how long you've known each other thing. Its fine if you meet this person and realised you guys hit it off well and you think he/she makes a great friend. BUT that definately does not qualify you to think that this new friend you just made has magically and almost instantly, become your bestfriend. Seriously. How well do you know this person? Dont even tell me things that i already know about that person because its written all over their facebook and friendster's "about me" section. I will look at you, laugh, and tell you what an idiot you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and think that im mean and inhuman. But hey, when you start telling me that john, tom, harry, mary, jane and jelly are your bestfriends... I take it that you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) make friends in a minute (which isnt anything bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) become best of friends within the next one hour or so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) doesnt care if you know that person well enough (name and number. pretty much bestfriends already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) officially needs serious counselling (how to differenciate friends from strangers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) have a mentality of a lower primary kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! BTW, my bestfriend is Ronald Macdonalds. 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