<?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-2582388847645441563</id><updated>2012-02-13T17:02:45.384+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was. I Am. I'll Be.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-8464400179600186823</id><published>2009-11-04T22:50:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:56:08.443+11:00</updated><title type='text'>stormy weathers ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(i just realized that my previous post was also about the weather)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that was literal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's now figurative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You wait for rain.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.... but I chase the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes... i wish life would just give me a break! i want to be happy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;excuse the uber-emoness/ slit-wrist sadness / FML 'mood'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2582388847645441563-8464400179600186823?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/8464400179600186823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=8464400179600186823' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/8464400179600186823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/8464400179600186823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/11/stormy-weathers-ahead.html' title='stormy weathers ahead'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-3324924723580587923</id><published>2009-10-06T17:30:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:38:02.864+11:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy inaccurate melbourne weather forecasting</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="day"&gt;Forecast for the rest of Tuesday&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="sl"&gt;Partly cloudy. Scattered showers. Possible hail and thunder. Winds south to southeasterly averaging 20 to 35 km/h.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="sl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's effing sunny and warm and bright! (pic to be uploaded later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="sl"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="sl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;melbourne needs more accurate weather people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="sl"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="sl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-3324924723580587923?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/3324924723580587923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=3324924723580587923' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/3324924723580587923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/3324924723580587923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/10/crazy-inaccurate-melbourne-weather.html' title='crazy inaccurate melbourne weather forecasting'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-1326965300466469240</id><published>2009-10-04T13:22:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:30:35.506+11:00</updated><title type='text'>my current obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: x-large; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; "&gt;STICKY NOTES ON MY DESKTOP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*joy*joy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ok, i'm not literally sticking bits of coloured paper all over my comp desktop. it's a software and according to Rach, it's been around forever. Sorry, Cel isn't exactly the most knowledgeable person when in comes to techie stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but omg, it's my absolute loooove!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;see see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SsgIJP0AzQI/AAAAAAAABqc/BqlRLSHs8rM/s1600-h/sticky+notes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SsgIJP0AzQI/AAAAAAAABqc/BqlRLSHs8rM/s320/sticky+notes.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388565909105331458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;i feel..... organised. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-1326965300466469240?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/1326965300466469240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=1326965300466469240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/1326965300466469240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/1326965300466469240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-current-obsession.html' title='my current obsession'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/SsgIJP0AzQI/AAAAAAAABqc/BqlRLSHs8rM/s72-c/sticky+notes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-2927511915511536312</id><published>2009-10-04T01:05:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T01:11:47.187+10:00</updated><title type='text'>roller coaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;it has been an absolute roller coaster of emotions and thoughts and change these past months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;i think i'm back to to zero. to the start. to how it was when 2009 kicked off. oh dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;hmm well, can't say i'm complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;actually been rather happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;well, other than the fact i lost one side of my favouritest pair of earrings! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;(P.S pray for its safe return home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;i shall strive to update this blog more often and with more pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;(Another P.S key word being 'strive' but as always, i MAY fail. but thank you, if you still check to see if i update! and please comment or something k!!! at least provide some motivation/incentive for me to continue blogging!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;till then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;(btw, the peach text is in honour of my missing earring. please find your way home to mama!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2582388847645441563-2927511915511536312?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/2927511915511536312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=2927511915511536312' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/2927511915511536312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/2927511915511536312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/10/roller-coaster.html' title='roller coaster'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-4223025989634752673</id><published>2009-09-15T18:24:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:31:08.300+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Should THIS be revived?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Been a busy buy girl. TONS of pictures! No time to blog. ok... i lie. i'm just LAZY to blog. but i think i should.... again.... what say YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Sq9QKz8N-gI/AAAAAAAABqU/GGIHrQYh8vI/s1600-h/IMG_3932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Sq9QKz8N-gI/AAAAAAAABqU/GGIHrQYh8vI/s320/IMG_3932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381608226402728450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just in case you forgot ;)&lt;br /&gt;Very ANCIENT picture.&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/2582388847645441563-4223025989634752673?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/4223025989634752673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=4223025989634752673' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/4223025989634752673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/4223025989634752673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/09/should-this-be-revived.html' title='Should THIS be revived?'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/Sq9QKz8N-gI/AAAAAAAABqU/GGIHrQYh8vI/s72-c/IMG_3932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-9193396900116223892</id><published>2009-05-22T02:19:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T02:39:19.559+10:00</updated><title type='text'>a happy ending to a what was not a very happy night</title><content type='html'>OMG! ok.. GG fans, if you have NOT watched the season finale, turn your eyes AWAY NOW! For I am about to reveal the most wonderful last 2 minutes of Episode 25, Season 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love CHARLES BASS!!! CHUCK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guy buddies are all going.. whyyy?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, he IS a player, manipulative, devious, cold.... etc.&lt;br /&gt;But.. he is also.. a romantic, devoted, sweet, yummy, sexy, charming, swoon-worthy... OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words 'I Love You' are thrown around so easily no? But Chuck.. it has taken him a whopping 2 SEASONS!!! to finally tell Blair that he loves her. And it ended so beautifully, him telling her (between) kisses that he loves her. seeing his smile. how happy they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be happy if GG ended just as it did. *gusshh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an hour before this, I was being emo with Gwennie on the phone, trying to cheer me up. I miss him. Yea. I do. But yea.... I see Chuck and Blair, all the drama and insaaane games they go through and to end up with a 'happy ending' (so far) like they did, I don't mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind waiting.. till i find my Chuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ShWDUtSQCJI/AAAAAAAABqE/TYLY_RqLyxw/s1600-h/chuck+and+blair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ShWDUtSQCJI/AAAAAAAABqE/TYLY_RqLyxw/s320/chuck+and+blair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338317325094357138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at Chuck's smile... melts your heart, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy :)&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/2582388847645441563-9193396900116223892?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/9193396900116223892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=9193396900116223892' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/9193396900116223892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/9193396900116223892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-ending-to-what-was-not-very-happy.html' title='a happy ending to a what was not a very happy night'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/ShWDUtSQCJI/AAAAAAAABqE/TYLY_RqLyxw/s72-c/chuck+and+blair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-9064667315549621592</id><published>2009-04-23T20:20:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:38:16.508+10:00</updated><title type='text'>blue is all i see. blue. blue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So far away from where you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it's the continents that separate us no?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These miles have torn us worlds apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;(3 764 miles to be exact, or 6057 kms. yes. i googled it. i do miss you that much)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;(if i wouldn't would i be writing this?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;(you do realise that this all happened simply because i missed you too much?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away from where you are&lt;br /&gt;Standing underneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;(this missing you comes not only when i'm under stars. but also when i'm by the beach, walking home, shopping, with friends, heck, even when i'm writing my essay. i only wish you knew.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the years that were erased &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;(i just wish there was more time for us. or if somehow, a promise of a time to come)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way the sunshine would light up your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;(actually, i just miss how your smile lights it all up. your goofy smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all the little things I never thought that they’d mean everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;(yea. weird eh? your stupid laugh which we all found so funny. your 'way' of talking and sometimes stuttering. your... oddball and at times pervy sense of humor.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the beating of your heart&lt;br /&gt;I see the shadows of your face&lt;br /&gt;Just know that wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;(i really wonder if you know. i need you to know that nothing has changed the feelings. please know this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the years that were erased&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way the sunshine would light up your face&lt;br /&gt;I miss all the little things&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that they’d mean everything to me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away from where you are&lt;br /&gt;These miles have torn us worlds apart&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;how do i manage to make every song a reminder of 'him'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;know that, yes, i miss you.&lt;/span&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/2582388847645441563-9064667315549621592?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/9064667315549621592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=9064667315549621592' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/9064667315549621592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/9064667315549621592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/04/blue-is-all-i-see-blue-blue.html' title='blue is all i see. blue. blue.'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-4632056975695601059</id><published>2009-04-22T23:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:24:01.003+10:00</updated><title type='text'>is this my sign?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Se8aGMVdnlI/AAAAAAAABp8/7jJwWPIjvtY/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Se8aGMVdnlI/AAAAAAAABp8/7jJwWPIjvtY/s320/birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327505577895370322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my birthday? 29th november. how old will i be? 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's a sign!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FML!&lt;/span&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/2582388847645441563-4632056975695601059?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/4632056975695601059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=4632056975695601059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/4632056975695601059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/4632056975695601059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-this-my-sign.html' title='is this my sign?'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/Se8aGMVdnlI/AAAAAAAABp8/7jJwWPIjvtY/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-3124089493543686544</id><published>2009-04-22T00:25:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:29:45.181+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; to show I care&lt;br /&gt;Will he think me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what if there's another one he's thinking of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'd feel like a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell him&lt;br /&gt;Tell him that the sun and moon&lt;br /&gt;Rise in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Of that much I can be sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I could endure&lt;br /&gt;If I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;let him walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have so much to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never let him go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't&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/2582388847645441563-3124089493543686544?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/3124089493543686544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=3124089493543686544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/3124089493543686544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/3124089493543686544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/04/tell-him.html' title='Tell Him'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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-2582388847645441563.post-317889984096200760</id><published>2009-04-21T02:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T02:14:45.902+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;there is a 'him'-shaped hole in my heart.&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/2582388847645441563-317889984096200760?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/317889984096200760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=317889984096200760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/317889984096200760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/317889984096200760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-know.html' title='i don&apos;t know'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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-2582388847645441563.post-2795772757853916451</id><published>2009-04-15T21:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:46:37.116+10:00</updated><title type='text'>don't you just melt? i jealous. very very.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daph and I are on the bed, with our lappies, each watching a different show. Me. Slumdog Millionaire. (Not loving it, btw. I feel so guilty seeing all the little kids running about in the rubbish and shit. not a happy movie). Daph. Taiwan drama. (It's damn sweet! The guy just gave up his jacket to the girl cause she was cold and she just fell asleep on this shoulders while he shivers. *cute*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway. The movie inspired a 'story' Daph had to tell me. and omg... I reckon it's going to be pretty hard for me to put this into coherent sentences but I shall try my hardest. I really cannot contain my happiness and my 'oh-my god-can-melt'ness and my 'i -want-to-find-that-too'ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story (well, bits and pieces) of Jack* and Rose*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack* and Rose* have been dating for a couple of years now. Before Jack met Rose, he was, to put it simply, a jerk. cocky. arrogant. one of those 'I'm God's gift to the world' sort, I suppose. Then when asked what changed him to the absolute sweetheart he is now, he said, 'I met a girl'. Three guesses as to who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh me oh my. I've never heard a guy speak of a girl in this way. There are so many *gush* and *too sweet till i melted* moments. I know the bits and pieces, not the whole story, so I'm going to 'point-form' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know how girls 'plan' for their wedding? He does it. He plans for his wedding with her. How he wants to take her and their family and close friends on a cruise and just have them all together. Like.. *gush*.. how many guys plan their weddings? Have any of you ever been THAT in love to seriously plan your wedding? huh boys? huh? *melts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When asked if he thinks that they'll ever break up, he scrunhes his face and says something along the lines of 'I honestly can't imagine that happening because I can not even begin to imagine life without her.' (paused. Daph making me play some weird-ass game. EDIT:// this is 30 secs later. okla. quite funny) When he says this, he gives this really, pained and serious expression. almost like he is envisioning life without her and it's too painful for him to imagine it. * double melts*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's easy to love someone for all that is good and beautiful in them. But can you love them for all their quirks and odd little bits? Jack said that, till now, after so many years, he still finds little things about her incredibly adorable. The little movements and sounds she makes right before she sleeps. The way she forgets things (and he makes it up by remembering to do them for her!!). *triple melts*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has wanted to do this particular course for a long time but it would take him to another country, away from where she was. It was because he didn't want to be apart from her that he chose another course, one that ensured that they will always be right next to each other. And he also said, 'You know, I may reaaaalllly hate this job next time but it's ok... cause at the end of the day when I go home, and with her, I'll be happy. And that's all that matters.' *quadruple melts*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes, it does happen that a guy does all the above. but do you ever get a guy who says all these things to a friend and makes the friend swear and promise to never ever tell the girlfriend? never right? right? he doesn't want to show it off to her but chooses to adore her in secret instead. makes it all the more gush-worthy. omg. *quintuplet melts*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*names have been changed to protect identities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhh. i'm a bundle of warm fuzziness now. Daph and I are making instant noodles and we just had a game (and videoed it!) of 'sai ti tai ti tai ti'. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SeXWdaUa8XI/AAAAAAAABp0/Z-94SYXlf-g/s1600-h/instant+noodles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SeXWdaUa8XI/AAAAAAAABp0/Z-94SYXlf-g/s320/instant+noodles.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324897935205003634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;3&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/2582388847645441563-2795772757853916451?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/2795772757853916451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=2795772757853916451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/2795772757853916451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/2795772757853916451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-you-just-melt-i-jealous-very-very.html' title='don&apos;t you just melt? i jealous. very very.'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/SeXWdaUa8XI/AAAAAAAABp0/Z-94SYXlf-g/s72-c/instant+noodles.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-8832523581119067242</id><published>2009-04-06T02:40:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T03:37:20.335+10:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;i am a lucky girl. truly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am. it's 2.43am and i am, as usual, pulling an all-nighter in a bid to finish my 50% 2000 word law essay. i have books strewn around my bed. a zillion tabs open with various synonyms of words and research articles regarding morality in criminal law. my table is a mess. i would give anything to be warm and cuddled up in my blanket now with a good book or movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in such times of... 'suffering'.. i really do feel blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my loving baby sis has been pushing me through this. providing words of encouragement. telling me to get through this and we'll go shopping to celebrate. allowing me to buy the cute boyfriend shirt i saw as a reward for finishing my essay. making me a steaming mug of milo and condensed milk. offering to make me toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gwennie. for her words of encouragement, and incredibly sweet and adorable prayer which she made via msn and this. read this extract from our convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Sdjh0AWLC0I/AAAAAAAABpo/gBr9feQp4KU/s1600-h/sweet2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 591px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Sdjh0AWLC0I/AAAAAAAABpo/gBr9feQp4KU/s320/sweet2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321251243300686658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. blur i know. but i realllly didn't know how to make it clearer. but yea, read-able. yes, gwennie, my unofficial boyfriend. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also to hannah who helped me to understand my stupid topic and give me tips on writing it. i would be sooo lost without you. yes i would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also to steven and colin who accompanied me as i wrote, well, i am still writing, halfway there. halfway there! but yea. they kept doing occasional check-ins to see if i was making any progress and telling me to push through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. i just realize that this sounds like a 'thank you for the award' speech you hear at the Oscars. OMG. Law is getting to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm jia-youing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:// scroll down to find a red note to see how much law is affecting me. (3.37am)&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/2582388847645441563-8832523581119067242?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/8832523581119067242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=8832523581119067242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/8832523581119067242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/8832523581119067242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/04/lucky-girl.html' title='lucky girl'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/Sdjh0AWLC0I/AAAAAAAABpo/gBr9feQp4KU/s72-c/sweet2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-6884494767554874521</id><published>2009-04-05T02:15:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T03:19:26.842+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i put a spelllllllll on yooooooooOoooooouuuuuuuuuu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daph and Tjen were over. Was suppose to be doing my law essay, lol, so much for that. Annnnywayyy.... our judgements were a little impaired today to say the least. In our (Tjen and Cel) defense, Daph started this! Please please don't judge us for what you're going to see next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you watched 'Hocus Pocus'? LoL. Be prepared for the Daph, Tjen and Cel version of it. *cringe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdeMK6V-aSI/AAAAAAAABpY/wjiwWDKhN8g/s1600-h/its+a+toadstool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdeMK6V-aSI/AAAAAAAABpY/wjiwWDKhN8g/s320/its+a+toadstool.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320875603849537826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ROFL!!!!! She was trying to achieve a 'pointy top' under her 'cape'! So she decided to utilise the wok's lid. genius no? end result: daph looking like a mushroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdeMLG-zFUI/AAAAAAAABpg/MszHiFBxyQ0/s1600-h/looking+possessed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdeMLG-zFUI/AAAAAAAABpg/MszHiFBxyQ0/s320/looking+possessed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320875607241987394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really found this shot rather scary. Like being possessed or something. (which i think we all were.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdeLUA28u0I/AAAAAAAABpQ/Au7VBnGiI5k/s1600-h/witchy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdeLUA28u0I/AAAAAAAABpQ/Au7VBnGiI5k/s320/witchy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320874660705647426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ummmmmmmm.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Initially, Daph was the only one wacky enough to be dancing and acting all witchy while we 'discreetly' video-ed her. She later refused to be entertaining unless we joined her. I honestly don't know what came over me and Tjen but we agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We obviously needed warts/moles to make the look more realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdeJsCGk1lI/AAAAAAAABoY/Ie4i-4W4dCc/s1600-h/cel%27s+mole.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdeJsCGk1lI/AAAAAAAABoY/Ie4i-4W4dCc/s320/cel%27s+mole.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320872874333230674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cel was the first guinea pig. The first thing Daph said after taking this shot was, 'Cel, you're damn ugly!'. thanks dear. aren't you just a ball of sunshine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdeLTpQeeAI/AAAAAAAABpA/TsBFbxjhqB0/s1600-h/tjen%27s+mole.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdeLTpQeeAI/AAAAAAAABpA/TsBFbxjhqB0/s320/tjen%27s+mole.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320874654370265090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tjen's turn. Grotesque mole no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdeJsQh_FTI/AAAAAAAABog/qAbr048JIf8/s1600-h/daph.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdeJsQh_FTI/AAAAAAAABog/qAbr048JIf8/s320/daph.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320872878206293298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ROFL! She was the hardest to draw on cause we couldn't decide on a good spot. Such a retarded looking face. LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the RESULTS?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdeLT30jpfI/AAAAAAAABpI/F7Rl194Cv94/s1600-h/we+couldn%27t+decide.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdeLT30jpfI/AAAAAAAABpI/F7Rl194Cv94/s320/we+couldn%27t+decide.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320874658279695858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ROFL. There are no words. No words. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdeJrS7SnII/AAAAAAAABoI/tUZIJ8uzPWU/s1600-h/can+you+see+our+moles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdeJrS7SnII/AAAAAAAABoI/tUZIJ8uzPWU/s320/can+you+see+our+moles.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320872861669432450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i am ashamed *hides face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A video was made too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(*where the video was suppose to be. but it took too long to upload.*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And finallllly.... the three witches. Trying to be as 'witchy' as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdeJssmPW4I/AAAAAAAABoo/56p27ucMRzg/s1600-h/daph+witch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdeJssmPW4I/AAAAAAAABoo/56p27ucMRzg/s320/daph+witch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320872885740329858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daph&lt;br /&gt;got this shot very naturally. fyi, she fell of the couch right after this shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdeLTmPW10I/AAAAAAAABo4/V9bEa0nj63Q/s1600-h/tjen+witch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdeLTmPW10I/AAAAAAAABo4/V9bEa0nj63Q/s320/tjen+witch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320874653560264514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tjen&lt;br /&gt;She was trying to make her mole as visible as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdeJr5wj7AI/AAAAAAAABoQ/d2b6IX75OO4/s1600-h/cel+witch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdeJr5wj7AI/AAAAAAAABoQ/d2b6IX75OO4/s320/cel+witch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320872872093412354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cel&lt;br /&gt;Daph and Tjen complained that i had too many sultry pouty/vixen shots. so here is one very super duper unglam one of me ok! *mortified*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo going to regret publishing this post.....&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/2582388847645441563-6884494767554874521?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/6884494767554874521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=6884494767554874521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/6884494767554874521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/6884494767554874521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-put-spelllllllll-on.html' title='i put a spelllllllll on yooooooooOoooooouuuuuuuuuu'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdeMK6V-aSI/AAAAAAAABpY/wjiwWDKhN8g/s72-c/its+a+toadstool.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-7766527289506952130</id><published>2009-04-02T03:04:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T03:12:00.851+11:00</updated><title type='text'>i blame you for the butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i really do! the butterflies really haven't stopped since "us".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there have been sooo many moments where i don't see the light at the end of this tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't it have been.. less complicated if i had never told you how i felt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are those moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, there are these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hug you gave me when we first saw each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hug goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the seriously aimless walk around orchard road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 'woke me from my sleep' call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way you listen and despite all my craziness, still tolerate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sweetest things you say that make me gush at how lucky i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your weird and ridiculously adorable laugh. how i miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i miss you, ben.&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/2582388847645441563-7766527289506952130?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/7766527289506952130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=7766527289506952130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/7766527289506952130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/7766527289506952130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-blame-you-for-butterflies.html' title='i blame you for the butterflies'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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-2582388847645441563.post-4514035793698636181</id><published>2009-04-01T02:45:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T03:08:06.498+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Clubbing, First Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okiiiesss... this happened last Friday. Long over-due, I know. There aren't many pics. Not cause I didn't bring a camera but because I was having too much fun to take it out. So all these are from &lt;a href="http://missmanja.wordpress.com/"&gt;Daph&lt;/a&gt;. *she's got a really cute pic of us napping. we spend waay too much time together*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was to celebrate the combined birthdays of Hanhankoko and Fang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got asked loads of questions from everyone when they found out it was my first time. ranging from 'did you have fun?' to 'how naughty were you? any hookups?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, too much happened that night. Don't worry, all very PG-13. I didn't get drunk, just gorgeously tipsy and high as Tjen and Daph kept pointing out. Yes, met lots of guys. Some nice. Some just plain doooooodgy!! Poor hanhankoko got bounced at 1.20-ish when it all started to get happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just tooo many little details about the night to type here. But it really was an awesome first time. Good company. Fong You got 2 kisses (one on each cheek) as a thank you for making it a fun night and taking care of us and making sure we got home safely. Cheeky ain't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Yang mentioned Mambo Night next friday.... shoould i?? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI8MerXhTI/AAAAAAAABnQ/49LysAzkh5Q/s1600-h/b%27day+boy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI8MerXhTI/AAAAAAAABnQ/49LysAzkh5Q/s320/b%27day+boy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319380294969034034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday boy 1: Hanhankoko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI8MgpJG7I/AAAAAAAABnY/VSMEaNKEpRg/s1600-h/b%27day+boy+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI8MgpJG7I/AAAAAAAABnY/VSMEaNKEpRg/s320/b%27day+boy+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319380295496571826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday boy 2: Fang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI8M6ukmKI/AAAAAAAABng/aXumrHzyewU/s1600-h/champagne.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI8M6ukmKI/AAAAAAAABng/aXumrHzyewU/s320/champagne.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319380302498666658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lil Bubbly.. Actually..  A lot of Bubbly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI8NL5mpSI/AAAAAAAABno/Y3z99RYEMi0/s1600-h/dots+and+i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI8NL5mpSI/AAAAAAAABno/Y3z99RYEMi0/s320/dots+and+i.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319380307108341026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pre-dancing and icky-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI8NQuQ_aI/AAAAAAAABnw/TJxSYjJXA2s/s1600-h/three.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI8NQuQ_aI/AAAAAAAABnw/TJxSYjJXA2s/s320/three.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319380308402961826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI-uzrUi6I/AAAAAAAABoA/DvhTCFfnCwU/s1600-h/lol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI-uzrUi6I/AAAAAAAABoA/DvhTCFfnCwU/s320/lol.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319383083744791458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is her.. sober. serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI-u-bi0-I/AAAAAAAABn4/kHrl7Uzcn1w/s1600-h/jump+shot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI-u-bi0-I/AAAAAAAABn4/kHrl7Uzcn1w/s320/jump+shot.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319383086631408610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;errrr... there were like... 4 or 5 not-there shots before this. we were all tooo tired to jump properly already. all done heel-less. LOL.&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/2582388847645441563-4514035793698636181?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/4514035793698636181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=4514035793698636181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/4514035793698636181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/4514035793698636181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/04/clubbing-first-time.html' title='Clubbing, First Time'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI8MerXhTI/AAAAAAAABnQ/49LysAzkh5Q/s72-c/b%27day+boy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-7228589153102711563</id><published>2009-04-01T02:05:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T03:07:07.861+10:00</updated><title type='text'>celeste says, "hi, i'm Sunflower"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hongkie name is Sunflower. Yes.. I've had 2 people address me by that name on msn since the pm appeared. :D fyi, daph is Sunshine. we dubbed Tjen as Sunscreen. omg. we ARE lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an incredibly gorgeous week so far, weather-wise. everything else has been pretty bla with assignments due, tute work and drama drama. I'm awake now, doing intro econometrics (whyyyy did I take this stupid subject!!?!?!) and researching for my law essay.. due on monday (2000 words, 50% of my final grade. I know it's april fools day, but I kid you NOT!). anyone willing to write it for me? yes? yes?&lt;br /&gt;I WILL GET THROUGH THIS WEEK! *in determined voice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just wanted to post some random pics I've had so far and also cause I just watched 'I Not Stupid 2' and Wan Yang was just over... so I'm thinking very much about S'pore now. Man... i'm getting reaallly un-patriotic aren't I? Sighhhhh... I miss him. Wan Yang had to bear a lot of my whining about how i hate the fact that S'pore is soooooo far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI1mfPLvHI/AAAAAAAABmo/pO3gVYPhzJU/s1600-h/cel+in+sunshine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI1mfPLvHI/AAAAAAAABmo/pO3gVYPhzJU/s320/cel+in+sunshine.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319373045214461042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunflower in her element. yea man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI1l5zZKvI/AAAAAAAABmg/iGInoDjTgfg/s1600-h/ben+shane.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI1l5zZKvI/AAAAAAAABmg/iGInoDjTgfg/s320/ben+shane.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319373035165788914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben Shane. Obviously not in his element and damn camera-shy with 2 girls. I know you didn't want your pic up here but I was soo surprised that Gwen managed to capture you! Since you tsk-ed us so much for cam-whoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI2faZgkhI/AAAAAAAABnI/NFisuDCtl4o/s1600-h/gwennie+and+sun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI2faZgkhI/AAAAAAAABnI/NFisuDCtl4o/s320/gwennie+and+sun.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319374023168135698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben chose to be out of the picture. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI1mvPqtyI/AAAAAAAABm4/w1Oks5b3j7I/s1600-h/churrroos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI1mvPqtyI/AAAAAAAABm4/w1Oks5b3j7I/s320/churrroos.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319373049511458594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Churros with 4 dips. Looooving the caramel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI1m4h5J5I/AAAAAAAABnA/6eHUw2nTZo4/s1600-h/churrros+day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI1m4h5J5I/AAAAAAAABnA/6eHUw2nTZo4/s320/churrros+day.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319373052003821458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With 'Tiramisu", our pet. Or was is suppose to be Cherry cause she was missing? It just occured to be that Tiramisu is a nice 'name'. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI1mbOTIbI/AAAAAAAABmw/OkkWkmoWkTQ/s1600-h/chengcai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI1mbOTIbI/AAAAAAAABmw/OkkWkmoWkTQ/s320/chengcai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319373044137009586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL. Shaddap! I haddd to!! Can you see how yummy he is? Ok.. Joshua.. if you see this.. I'm a huge fan :D. *blush blush* (on a random note, he's a medic at NS. are you serioous? with that bod??). LoL. I just wiki-ed him. He plays piannoo!! OMG. I swear, I just melted. Now reading his blog, when I'm suppose to be researching for law.. lalala.. I'm such a groupie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT://&lt;/span&gt; http://www.nutzhen.com! that's his blog. omggg he's soo cute! he does the pouty-lip thing when he camwhores too!! ok ok.. getting stalker-ish. *makes mental note to stop!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EDIT 2:// Maybe it's law getting to my head. but the more i look at this picture, the more yummy he looks. *gazes lustfully* yes Daph, it is lust. pure lust.&lt;/span&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/2582388847645441563-7228589153102711563?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/7228589153102711563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SdI1mfPLvHI/AAAAAAAABmo/pO3gVYPhzJU/s72-c/cel+in+sunshine.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-3740924870860881617</id><published>2009-03-31T02:14:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T02:18:27.632+11:00</updated><title type='text'>you jump, i jump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm happy. and a puddle of mush. yes i am. sunshine sunshine for the next 5 days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away from where you are&lt;br /&gt;These miles have torn us worlds apart&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I miss you&lt;br /&gt;So far away from where you are&lt;br /&gt;Standing underneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the years that were erased&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way the sunshine would light up your face&lt;br /&gt;I miss all the little things I never thought that they’d mean everything to me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the beating of your heart&lt;br /&gt;I see the shadows of your face&lt;br /&gt;Just know that wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the years that were erased&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way the sunshine would light up your face&lt;br /&gt;I miss all the little things&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that they’d mean everything to me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away from where you are&lt;br /&gt;These miles have torn us worlds apart&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more will be updated. once my internet 'renews' or when i have time... no time.. too much work.. i need 30 hrs in a day. *dies*&lt;/span&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/2582388847645441563-3740924870860881617?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/3740924870860881617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=3740924870860881617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/3740924870860881617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/3740924870860881617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-jump-i-jump.html' title='you jump, i jump'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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-2582388847645441563.post-5398912180678072222</id><published>2009-03-26T23:43:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:49:56.925+11:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm all a muddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm disappointed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;but.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;am i allowed to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;when, in the first place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;it isn't my place to be disappointed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;so very.&lt;/span&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/2582388847645441563-5398912180678072222?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/5398912180678072222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=5398912180678072222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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But have been doing one quiz after another on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what have i learnt so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of shoe defines you?&lt;br /&gt;Balenciaga shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What people think of me at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;Defenceless. ROFL. Yea... sure.... so much for bitch face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is my soulmate?&lt;br /&gt;someone outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which F.R.I.E.N.D.S characteer am i?&lt;br /&gt;Monica. Yea. i get that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of the &amp;amp; Deadly Sins am i?&lt;br /&gt;Vanity. Duh! Have you seen me camwhoring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i Mean or Nice?&lt;br /&gt;Friendly and Generous!!! HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Sex and the City character am i?&lt;br /&gt;Carrie. Someone find me the Carrie dress??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of shopper am i?&lt;br /&gt;Shopaholic! LOL. I wouldn't have expected anything less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Fairytale am i?&lt;br /&gt;Rapunzel. Locked in an ivory tower? go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in love?&lt;br /&gt;yes i am (according to facebook). 'you love him i say girl marry him and whatever you do dont lose him'. Ahhh... facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which GG character am i?&lt;br /&gt;Serena! I'm S? yea mehh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which kiss am i?&lt;br /&gt;'A Tender touch of Lips. Something is going on. Sign of hidden emotions!'&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which type of clothing am i?&lt;br /&gt;T-shirt. eheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok. must study!&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/2582388847645441563-8587271867383513878?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/8587271867383513878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=8587271867383513878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/8587271867383513878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/8587271867383513878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/03/facebook-quizzes.html' title='Facebook quizzes'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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-2582388847645441563.post-201170668501381575</id><published>2009-03-23T12:58:00.015+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:22:06.911+11:00</updated><title type='text'>we've come a looong way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was being nostalgic with Khang last night. probably due to Tian's excessive posting of high sch photos as well. amazing how quickly time passes. high sch, trinity, uni. the changes, the goodbyes, the new faces, the lessons. endings and beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to take a while. Massive flooding of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;EDIT//: I started at 1pm. This post is being uploaded at 5.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scbzy-dYGBI/AAAAAAAABiA/Xv-NgYgOsI8/s1600-h/4+of+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scbzy-dYGBI/AAAAAAAABiA/Xv-NgYgOsI8/s320/4+of+us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316204467242670098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol. i still find high sch pics so adorable. i reckon we look reaaally different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScbzzkQ8H4I/AAAAAAAABiQ/5HmK2Wx-6v0/s1600-h/choc+teeth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScbzzkQ8H4I/AAAAAAAABiQ/5HmK2Wx-6v0/s320/choc+teeth.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316204477391052674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i think this was my idea?no?i always come up with the weirdest things to camwhore with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scbzx3ymNyI/AAAAAAAABhw/pQkEs707qOE/s1600-h/DSC02338small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scbzx3ymNyI/AAAAAAAABhw/pQkEs707qOE/s320/DSC02338small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316204448272758562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our lala-version of '10'. Daph, damn cute, Hanhankoko, fierce. Ben, pathetic attempt. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scbzyltm1JI/AAAAAAAABh4/tmmMIjVAPgk/s1600-h/what+do+we+see.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scbzyltm1JI/AAAAAAAABh4/tmmMIjVAPgk/s320/what+do+we+see.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316204460599858322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha. funny in its own way. eh lou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScbzzAOdQZI/AAAAAAAABiI/Af7tqLLIL2I/s1600-h/candles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScbzzAOdQZI/AAAAAAAABiI/Af7tqLLIL2I/s320/candles.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316204467716964754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i think videos would do more justice. should i post up videos from that night? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb1p4RLXCI/AAAAAAAABiY/7HYFnsqJOF4/s1600-h/cross+dressing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb1p4RLXCI/AAAAAAAABiY/7HYFnsqJOF4/s320/cross+dressing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316206509985324066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in boys' clothes. i think i was wearing Khang's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb1qVq4BUI/AAAAAAAABig/qMpN2Nivkc8/s1600-h/drama.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb1qVq4BUI/AAAAAAAABig/qMpN2Nivkc8/s320/drama.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316206517877736770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drama class :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb1rp0r-GI/AAAAAAAABiw/xaCLQuxOEXo/s1600-h/DSC05087+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb1rp0r-GI/AAAAAAAABiw/xaCLQuxOEXo/s320/DSC05087+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316206540467468386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;first Moomba. freezed in shorts. don't laugh. wasn't accustomed to the craziness of melb weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb1sAQrgpI/AAAAAAAABi4/MGkQKKLfBVI/s1600-h/lol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb1sAQrgpI/AAAAAAAABi4/MGkQKKLfBVI/s320/lol.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316206546490458770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol. memories eh?&lt;br /&gt;L-R: the little '16 yr old' genius, bitchy face, noisy girl, the cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb1q_Y2MFI/AAAAAAAABio/zyqkPJTIHL0/s1600-h/nasi+lemak.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb1q_Y2MFI/AAAAAAAABio/zyqkPJTIHL0/s320/nasi+lemak.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316206529076408402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;omg. mel, i miss sch nasi lemak! come home and we'll go get in sch yea? my nasi lemak buddy. i miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb4LQOarNI/AAAAAAAABjA/HTvqwPpJmb0/s1600-h/cel+em+noel+cher+mel+window+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb4LQOarNI/AAAAAAAABjA/HTvqwPpJmb0/s320/cel+em+noel+cher+mel+window+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316209282375134418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol. i don't know whyyyy!!! our sch uniforms are NOT that bad right? grows on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb4MubOffI/AAAAAAAABjI/1awKJ5lmxh4/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb4MubOffI/AAAAAAAABjI/1awKJ5lmxh4/s320/girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316209307661794802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was a LOOOOONG time ago. prehistoric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb4M0Ckc0I/AAAAAAAABjQ/V6PiqLkZg6o/s1600-h/hannah+and+crispy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb4M0Ckc0I/AAAAAAAABjQ/V6PiqLkZg6o/s320/hannah+and+crispy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316209309168988994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannnnnah and Crispy. Our day off from EAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb4OOkYkLI/AAAAAAAABjg/lJhInL_wXXo/s1600-h/homer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb4OOkYkLI/AAAAAAAABjg/lJhInL_wXXo/s320/homer.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316209333470007474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Homer(s)? Ben looks the closest to the pic. A-ha! Everyone looks sooo different from now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb4Nkbi2fI/AAAAAAAABjY/sKeVxOzV0as/s1600-h/hehe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb4Nkbi2fI/AAAAAAAABjY/sKeVxOzV0as/s320/hehe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316209322158643698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2006. whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb9t-hQZRI/AAAAAAAABjo/7rv8snej_iE/s1600-h/three.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb9t-hQZRI/AAAAAAAABjo/7rv8snej_iE/s320/three.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316215376475874578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my lovelies on a gorgeous morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb9v0NzWwI/AAAAAAAABkI/5s8HmR0DS_0/s1600-h/high+sch+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb9v0NzWwI/AAAAAAAABkI/5s8HmR0DS_0/s320/high+sch+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316215408069663490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Merdeka Day! *malu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb9vd-ycGI/AAAAAAAABkA/MyniHzmteXw/s1600-h/jane%27s+b%27day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb9vd-ycGI/AAAAAAAABkA/MyniHzmteXw/s320/jane%27s+b%27day.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316215402101108834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sjane's at sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb9vMYvDEI/AAAAAAAABj4/al2SPeuxv9I/s1600-h/s%27pore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scb9vMYvDEI/AAAAAAAABj4/al2SPeuxv9I/s320/s%27pore.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316215397378100290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somewhere in S'pore. Before Trinity. I want to go back there and run through the showers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScchsNuzVEI/AAAAAAAABkQ/gg0AgZE3zrY/s1600-h/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScchsNuzVEI/AAAAAAAABkQ/gg0AgZE3zrY/s320/19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316254928618083394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me at 19. i think i look like a kid here though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScchsyuGLqI/AAAAAAAABkY/w5Y0_uyXgNk/s1600-h/awesome+lights.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScchsyuGLqI/AAAAAAAABkY/w5Y0_uyXgNk/s320/awesome+lights.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316254938547236514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our shameless day pt 2! at ITO. awesome lighting resulted in maaaaannny shameless shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Sccht5n0YJI/AAAAAAAABko/CNIb_xQPmAc/s1600-h/bimbo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Sccht5n0YJI/AAAAAAAABko/CNIb_xQPmAc/s320/bimbo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316254957579821202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*ahem* like... this very bimbo-esque shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScchuVUKCcI/AAAAAAAABkw/iJIxzb2n66k/s1600-h/bridge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScchuVUKCcI/AAAAAAAABkw/iJIxzb2n66k/s320/bridge.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316254965013547458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;playing bridge at sjane's. hmmm... suddenly feel like bridging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScclIV7Wo9I/AAAAAAAABk4/HLh62RcdF0c/s1600-h/CNY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScclIV7Wo9I/AAAAAAAABk4/HLh62RcdF0c/s320/CNY.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316258710389433298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CNY 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScclKUiCM3I/AAAAAAAABlY/uhEAH0qcevQ/s1600-h/naomi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScclKUiCM3I/AAAAAAAABlY/uhEAH0qcevQ/s320/naomi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316258744374539122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;poolside in s'pore with the little princess. strawberries and sugar. ain't she precious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScclJ_-BpuI/AAAAAAAABlQ/oFh6gqn9Sb0/s1600-h/laughing+too+hard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScclJ_-BpuI/AAAAAAAABlQ/oFh6gqn9Sb0/s320/laughing+too+hard.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316258738854799074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL. candid shots by hannah ooi. seriously, what was so funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScclJF8gKYI/AAAAAAAABlI/aRZ_Ab6BSnk/s1600-h/khang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScclJF8gKYI/AAAAAAAABlI/aRZ_Ab6BSnk/s320/khang.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316258723279153538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the BGF. misss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScclIwACeEI/AAAAAAAABlA/JvW4findMiQ/s1600-h/kasuma.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScclIwACeEI/AAAAAAAABlA/JvW4findMiQ/s320/kasuma.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316258717388404802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the kasuma sleepover. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SccnrzKkRTI/AAAAAAAABl4/sYXwj2IcdTg/s1600-h/sisters.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SccnrzKkRTI/AAAAAAAABl4/sYXwj2IcdTg/s320/sisters.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316261518556546354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i swear, the cam-whoring habit is genetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SccnqUfGgOI/AAAAAAAABlg/RroLhNVyBks/s1600-h/pool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SccnqUfGgOI/AAAAAAAABlg/RroLhNVyBks/s320/pool.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316261493141307618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i miss the little princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Sccnsai3kHI/AAAAAAAABmA/FY7_LYiaiF8/s1600-h/to+be+organized+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Sccnsai3kHI/AAAAAAAABmA/FY7_LYiaiF8/s320/to+be+organized+158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316261529127456882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;seriously, of ALL the places to camwhore.??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SccnrV6p6oI/AAAAAAAABlw/vgFoBPl0wlo/s1600-h/raach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SccnrV6p6oI/AAAAAAAABlw/vgFoBPl0wlo/s320/raach.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316261510705179266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rach's 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SccohBipwSI/AAAAAAAABmQ/pLMAiFfMjTY/s1600-h/group1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SccohBipwSI/AAAAAAAABmQ/pLMAiFfMjTY/s320/group1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316262432948732194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;seriously lou, we need to learn to look at the camera and not random things in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SccogUmwyvI/AAAAAAAABmI/7ykPG7BM3Xo/s1600-h/faaamily.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SccogUmwyvI/AAAAAAAABmI/7ykPG7BM3Xo/s320/faaamily.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316262420886375154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we need a new group shot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScchtqVRzgI/AAAAAAAABkg/L9vkkuNZJs8/s1600-h/ben+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScchtqVRzgI/AAAAAAAABkg/L9vkkuNZJs8/s320/ben+and+i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316254953475526146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has life got in store for me next?&lt;br /&gt;can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-201170668501381575?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/201170668501381575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=201170668501381575' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/201170668501381575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/201170668501381575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/03/weve-come-looong-way.html' title='we&apos;ve come a looong way'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/Scbzy-dYGBI/AAAAAAAABiA/Xv-NgYgOsI8/s72-c/4+of+us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-1442670577184501897</id><published>2009-03-21T21:34:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:35:26.445+11:00</updated><title type='text'>33 degrees and shopping!</title><content type='html'>Lectopia-ing the CM lect which I skipped on friday. This post is going to take a while to compile. VG's (lecturer's voice) on replay, and I'm obviously not paying attention. I forsee a lot of rewinding....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaayyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was 33 degrees and insane today. I adore sunshine but not when it feels like an oven! Gorgeous day out with Rach to Bridge Rd and DFO Spencer. Rach and I really... surprised ourselves with the shopping. Lots of pretty and also random items...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScT0ZbONaFI/AAAAAAAABhQ/YJBNbGZBnYw/s1600-h/everything.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScT0ZbONaFI/AAAAAAAABhQ/YJBNbGZBnYw/s320/everything.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315642177845291090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rach's sweaters, my blue &amp;amp; white striped boyfriend shirt, my floral chiffon dress, Rach's gorgeous red dress, my full lace dress which i adooooooore!, black patent flats, glasses, mugs, dvd and a pair of baby tongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScTNFiqKJaI/AAAAAAAABhI/L7Q5awmfqGQ/s1600-h/cel+shopping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScTNFiqKJaI/AAAAAAAABhI/L7Q5awmfqGQ/s320/cel+shopping.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315598955290699170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScT4mhYd9EI/AAAAAAAABhY/gBvXl9xDRMo/s1600-h/rachel+shopping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScT4mhYd9EI/AAAAAAAABhY/gBvXl9xDRMo/s320/rachel+shopping.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315646800883741762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aren't we happy? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScT55vj2HZI/AAAAAAAABhg/idM5QbdT_vk/s1600-h/new+spotty+glasses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScT55vj2HZI/AAAAAAAABhg/idM5QbdT_vk/s320/new+spotty+glasses.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315648230618701202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;preeettty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling pretty guilty actually. Hence the 'at-home-on saturday-and-studying' mode now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I developed a love for a new cologne. *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScT5514ewDI/AAAAAAAABho/71DMChqq0Kc/s1600-h/studying.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScT5514ewDI/AAAAAAAABho/71DMChqq0Kc/s320/studying.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315648232315863090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;proof that i'm studying. :D&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/2582388847645441563-1442670577184501897?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/ScT0ZbONaFI/AAAAAAAABhQ/YJBNbGZBnYw/s72-c/everything.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-162626730408960525</id><published>2009-03-18T18:51:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:12:37.374+11:00</updated><title type='text'>this is new to me. wonderful new.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two songs on constant replay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haru Haru by Big Bang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I'm With You by Faber Drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppose to be reading for my ob assignment.&lt;br /&gt;it will be done. it will be done!&lt;br /&gt;i'm absolutely, (dare say) in love?&lt;br /&gt;how can it be that he never leaves my mind?&lt;br /&gt;even the tremor today reminded me of him.&lt;br /&gt;how when i told him about the first one,&lt;br /&gt;he suggested getting out of melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;how lunch with a guy friend who did NS,&lt;br /&gt;brings me back to him.&lt;br /&gt;wondering if he's alright?&lt;br /&gt;if he's safe?&lt;br /&gt;wanting to laugh, imagining him head-to-toe in camouflage and muddy boots.&lt;br /&gt;wanting to be held by him.&lt;br /&gt;aching to hear his voice.&lt;br /&gt;but knowing that he has obigations.&lt;br /&gt;looking at our pictures.&lt;br /&gt;wanting to put it all out there.&lt;br /&gt;wanting 'us'.&lt;br /&gt;yet, knowing that circumstances are not permitting.&lt;br /&gt;and yet, being happy and contented.&lt;br /&gt;knowing that we have this.&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm his.&lt;br /&gt;and he should know he's in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;it's in seeing the many others,&lt;br /&gt;that i truly see now, how there is noone else.&lt;br /&gt;but you.&lt;br /&gt;man, you make me so lame.&lt;br /&gt;if anything,&lt;br /&gt;being able to survive through all this.&lt;br /&gt;will be the ultimate test.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel, like i can.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i want to.&lt;br /&gt;i feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just needed you to know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you're laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss your laughter. weird. i know.&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/2582388847645441563-162626730408960525?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/162626730408960525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=162626730408960525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/162626730408960525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/162626730408960525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-new-to-me-wonderful-new.html' title='this is new to me. wonderful new.'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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-2582388847645441563.post-3083467654961701863</id><published>2009-03-18T01:31:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T02:27:53.529+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi. I'm Celeste. I'm a Shopaholic.</title><content type='html'>Caught a flick with Daph, Rach and Tjen today. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;. I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.retrochick.co.uk/retroblog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/confessions_1sheet_new_2601-400x592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 592px;" src="http://www.retrochick.co.uk/retroblog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/confessions_1sheet_new_2601-400x592.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was such a happy movie. Yes.. it had the cliche happy ending, but yes, I'm in the mood for happy endings. I loved how despite being in the absolute dumps, Becky Bloomwood still came out on top in the end and she got her man too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Dancy plays Luke Brandon. Not exactly how I envisioned him to be. But OMG... the 4 of us spent a good part of the movie drooling, gushing and ga-gaing over him. I love him unshaven. Damnnn sexy *melts*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clickthecity.com/img2/articles/CTC-4441-image3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 420px;" src="http://www.clickthecity.com/img2/articles/CTC-4441-image3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yummy or what? unshaven. *melts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes in the movie were a letdown. Everything was a little OTT and shiny and over-blinged. Felt like they were more suitable for 'Legally Blonde' or something. A little tooo much pink. No? But I must admit, the green scarf which was so significant to Becky's character was ohmegads... so preeetty. Emerald greeeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tonguechic.com/assets/0001/3802/Shopaholicscenes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 427px; height: 409px;" src="http://www.tonguechic.com/assets/0001/3802/Shopaholicscenes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://boxwish.com/spot/user_image/3200/large/context_00024_confessions_of_a_shopaholic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 220px;" src="http://boxwish.com/spot/user_image/3200/large/context_00024_confessions_of_a_shopaholic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cel needs an emerald green scarf. I reallly do. It's an investment! It will match everything. And winter's coming. So I need a scarf.&lt;br /&gt;(daph, don't kill me when you read that. love you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! I did not, (repeat) DID NOT cry in this movie!! Daph did. Surprise Surprise. Was just too happy today I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was an overall, pretty good day. Had a day in court with Gwen after my law tute. We met a nice judge and two helpful security guards who led us to finding a murder trial. Trial was *dull*. Shopping and bubble tea afterwards where i met Alex, who I have heard sooo much about from Gwennie. Played on the swing with Gwen. Sorry to those people we bumped. :). *mental note: get the zillion pics from gwennie*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the BEEEEEEEEEEST part?? My meimei is the ABSOLUTE BEST. That and her pressie. I've been eyeing one of those 'Love' keychains from Diva but never got around to buying it. Remember the one from Sex and the City? It matches this 'Love' necklace I got in S'pore airport. Have not really taken the necklace off since S'pore. Love. The significance and place where it was found, I suppose. :). And it all disssaapppeared one day, keychains I mean. Swear, my heart shattered. Been going back to check for new stocks. Then today I received a msg from Rach : 'I bought you something. Don't go to diva anymore.' :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Sb-857d3QVI/AAAAAAAABgw/FyXFw0vXfNI/s1600-h/love+keychain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Sb-857d3QVI/AAAAAAAABgw/FyXFw0vXfNI/s320/love+keychain.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314173788721987922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Sb-86KzlaOI/AAAAAAAABg4/XIhLBaVfIbY/s1600-h/love+keys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Sb-86KzlaOI/AAAAAAAABg4/XIhLBaVfIbY/s320/love+keys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314173792839624930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have i mentioned how much i love you meimei? :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Sb_AoYMwvcI/AAAAAAAABhA/XWm8Ka-p4WY/s1600-h/love+necklace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Sb_AoYMwvcI/AAAAAAAABhA/XWm8Ka-p4WY/s320/love+necklace.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314177885243751874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the love necklace&lt;br /&gt;(bad orientation. but i'm too lazy to reload it. and sleepy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To top it off, talking to you, to end the day. :) miss you&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/2582388847645441563-3083467654961701863?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/3083467654961701863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=3083467654961701863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/3083467654961701863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/3083467654961701863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-im-celeste-im-shopaholic.html' title='Hi. I&apos;m Celeste. I&apos;m a Shopaholic.'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/Sb-857d3QVI/AAAAAAAABgw/FyXFw0vXfNI/s72-c/love+keychain.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-2779709736986947350</id><published>2009-03-17T01:00:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:04:49.479+11:00</updated><title type='text'>fyi, i miss you</title><content type='html'>funny how everything reminds me of him... songs.. my law that i'm reading.... i miss you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saw you walk in to the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Thought i'd try to talk to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Babe am i every glad you wanted me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Its been two years to the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; half the time I've been away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i know I'm not there enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but that is gonna change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cause I'm coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to show you that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm keeping the promise that i made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When i'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll make every second count&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cause i miss you, whenever your not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; when i kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i still get butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; years from now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll make every second count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; when I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; yeah we've had our ups and downs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but we've always worked them out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; babe am i ever glad we got this far now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; still i'm lying here tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; wishing i was by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cause when i'm not there enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; nothing feels right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so i'm coming back to show you that I'll love you the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; when i'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll make every second count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cause i miss you, whenever your not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; when i kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i still get butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; years from now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i'll make every second count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; when i'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; when i'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; whatever it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; im not gonna break the promise i made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; when i'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll make every second count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cause i miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; when i'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll make every second count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cause i miss you, whenever your not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; when i kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i still get butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; years from now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i'll make every second count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; when i'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; when i'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; when i'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; when i'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm... emo happy. lol. man... the goofball effect is still so prominent. irks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2582388847645441563-2779709736986947350?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/2779709736986947350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=2779709736986947350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/2779709736986947350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/2779709736986947350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/03/fyi-i-miss-you.html' title='fyi, i miss you'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-2296748168240380333</id><published>2009-03-14T16:59:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:01:44.465+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANGEL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mirror, I see a strange face&lt;br /&gt;A faded look in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;Smiling is only a twisted movement of the lips&lt;br /&gt;My loneliness, who can understand?&lt;br /&gt;Like a boat rocking in the sea&lt;br /&gt;Even the North Star cannot be seen&lt;br /&gt;Who can set sails and forever leave this dark lake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angel Angel, longing for you to be by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angel Angel, please hold my hand tightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think nobody can truly understand&lt;br /&gt;All the pain I harboured inside&lt;br /&gt;Fearful of using a sincere heart to face the world&lt;br /&gt;Instead I have become more and more silent&lt;br /&gt;A person (a person) floating in the sea&lt;br /&gt;The person who is talking cannot be seen&lt;br /&gt;Who can give me a warm (embrace me) embrace?&lt;br /&gt;When I feel my heart beginning to break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angel Angel, longing for you to be by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angel Angel, can you hear me calling you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell a tired and lonely me&lt;br /&gt;That you will always be waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angel Angel, please stay by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angel Angel, never let go of my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;somehow, mandarin songs sound a lot more beautiful un-translated.&lt;br /&gt;it will all be good again.&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/2582388847645441563-2296748168240380333?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/2296748168240380333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=2296748168240380333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/2296748168240380333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/2296748168240380333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/03/angel.html' title='Angel'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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-2582388847645441563.post-7803905427051919659</id><published>2009-03-11T12:34:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:29:38.186+11:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far So Good Pt 2/ Very Belated Birthday</title><content type='html'>My birthday was celebrated veeeerrry much later, on Sunday night as well. Not so much as celebrated but more of me receiving my cards and present. Ahhhh... it was all so pretty. Daph and Tjen stated, 'what do we get the girl who already has everything?'. Hanhankoko asked me what he could get me for my present. :) Well, I told them what the best present would be.... him. :) *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, my cards were extra girly this time around. All pink and shiny. One's a 'My Little Pony' card. Apparently, hanhankoko picked it out. Come to think of it, I vaguely remember mentioning that I used to watch the cartoon as a kid. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, what do you get the girl who 'already has everything'??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                             Pretty cups and plates :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SbcfeHjCqSI/AAAAAAAABgo/a8e52TiRZpo/s1600-h/pretty+cards.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SbcfeHjCqSI/AAAAAAAABgo/a8e52TiRZpo/s320/pretty+cards.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311748887789349154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Sbcfdi016oI/AAAAAAAABgQ/rGN_aiKLVik/s1600-h/my+litttle+pony.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Sbcfdi016oI/AAAAAAAABgQ/rGN_aiKLVik/s320/my+litttle+pony.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311748877931899522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SbcfeGT_N6I/AAAAAAAABgg/Pjt-BDQaNDc/s1600-h/pretty+box.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SbcfeGT_N6I/AAAAAAAABgg/Pjt-BDQaNDc/s320/pretty+box.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311748887457773474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the pretty box it came in :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Sbcfd2oq8XI/AAAAAAAABgY/i0cSk65qIDA/s1600-h/pretttty+cups+and+plates.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Sbcfd2oq8XI/AAAAAAAABgY/i0cSk65qIDA/s320/pretttty+cups+and+plates.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311748883249557874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sooooooooo preeetty :D. matching plate, cereal bowl (not in pic), saucer and cup. sooooo preettty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you. :)&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/2582388847645441563-7803905427051919659?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/7803905427051919659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=7803905427051919659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/7803905427051919659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/7803905427051919659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-far-so-good-pt-2-very-belated.html' title='So Far So Good Pt 2/ Very Belated Birthday'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/SbcfeHjCqSI/AAAAAAAABgo/a8e52TiRZpo/s72-c/pretty+cards.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-1720959403057263443</id><published>2009-03-10T10:09:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:32:38.757+11:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far So Good Pt 1</title><content type='html'>Ok. I'm suppose to be at lect now but I got up late and was too lazy to move. Daph! Don't judge me! you do this allll the time! I'll do the lectopia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I had a really awesome Sunday night-in with my Hanhankoko and Dots having takeaway DonDon and watching 'My Best Friend's Wedding'. You won't believe the questions Daph and I came up with post-movie. We were, or at least I was, worried that I might only realise that I loved my BGF once he decided to get married. Would I? I don't know. Guess it's the all-too-familiar 'wanting what you can't have'. Oh yes. We, as in Hanhankoko and I, established that Daph will pull a 'Julia Roberts' and attempt to 'sabotage' her BGF's marriage to get him back. Cel would just crumble and cry. Waihan will be ever-so rational and just let the parties involve decide for themselves. I'm reaaallly sure Daph'll tell. Would you? Would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SbWlzHi6oyI/AAAAAAAABfo/OuYAzc8MbDc/s1600-h/hanhankoko+nini+cel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SbWlzHi6oyI/AAAAAAAABfo/OuYAzc8MbDc/s320/hanhankoko+nini+cel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311333633170776866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SbWl0bnqIdI/AAAAAAAABgA/e0zoC0aIcwk/s1600-h/obligatory+camwhore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SbWl0bnqIdI/AAAAAAAABgA/e0zoC0aIcwk/s320/obligatory+camwhore.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311333655739245010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The usual 'take a picture before we eat' picture :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SbWl0xiFYVI/AAAAAAAABgI/uyJZ4HhBW3Y/s1600-h/salmon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SbWl0xiFYVI/AAAAAAAABgI/uyJZ4HhBW3Y/s320/salmon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311333661621444946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ummm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SbWlz5D7b0I/AAAAAAAABf4/-M2GjiiUQCA/s1600-h/stealing+salmon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SbWlz5D7b0I/AAAAAAAABf4/-M2GjiiUQCA/s320/stealing+salmon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311333646462578498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out Waihan's face. So orgasmic no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SbWlzcVJ6GI/AAAAAAAABfw/YouNKhH7uxg/s1600-h/my+BF+wedding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SbWlzcVJ6GI/AAAAAAAABfw/YouNKhH7uxg/s320/my+BF+wedding.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311333638750201954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"It's the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be moving. Got my tute now. Part 2 of Sunday, next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cel is off to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Critical Criminal Law&lt;/span&gt; tute.&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/2582388847645441563-1720959403057263443?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/1720959403057263443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=1720959403057263443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/1720959403057263443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/1720959403057263443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-far-so-good-pt-1.html' title='So Far So Good Pt 1'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/SbWlzHi6oyI/AAAAAAAABfo/OuYAzc8MbDc/s72-c/hanhankoko+nini+cel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-6515638142491967674</id><published>2009-03-05T03:01:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:57:36.925+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate</title><content type='html'>In the words of the three of us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate -name-&lt;br /&gt;I hate -name-&lt;br /&gt;I hate You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that the cons on your list outweigh your pros.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the part where I expect and get disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how that we are one-sided.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how it feels like 'me give, you take'&lt;br /&gt;I hate that this and thinking of you makes me the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how you can make it all incredibly good and horribly bad.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how thoughts of you yoyo my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that after reading this, you're probably never going to address the issue and that things will always be as they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that it feels like there's a wall between us and that I'm not the one to tear it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I feel like it's all ended even before there was a chance for it to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that, despite it all... i still want you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-6515638142491967674?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/6515638142491967674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=6515638142491967674' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/6515638142491967674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/6515638142491967674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate.html' title='I Hate'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-4581750009393550004</id><published>2009-03-04T03:52:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T03:55:50.044+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Contrast</title><content type='html'>I'm watching Daph emo/happify herself. She actually looked at me, smiled and said she was happy and then her eyes filled with tears......??? true story! we're weird like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me? i was emo. emo. emo. as my previous posts indicate. Now........? cloud nine is not even high enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you stupid boy! look at what you do to me!! stop smiling!! you really ah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss you dy, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-4581750009393550004?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/4581750009393550004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=4581750009393550004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/4581750009393550004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/4581750009393550004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-contrast.html' title='Big Contrast'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-5617688900903670450</id><published>2009-03-03T22:52:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:29:36.731+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>She was ever so eloquent and gave an equally apt analogy of how i feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It felt like.. the blade was hovering closely over my heart. And then it was stabbed in, VERY sharply. And that was not all, the blade was twisted over and over again inside my heart. Till all that was left was a pile of mush and pulp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. ouch. yes. accurate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-5617688900903670450?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/5617688900903670450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=5617688900903670450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/5617688900903670450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/5617688900903670450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/03/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-7397806104720372084</id><published>2009-03-03T01:43:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T01:57:21.507+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Ever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; There has been something lingering in the back of my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever... had your&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; heart skip&lt;/span&gt; a little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at the sight of him smiling&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gushed&lt;/span&gt; at the thought of him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever... felt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confused&lt;/span&gt; at the tangle of emotions he causes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever... felt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one-sidedness&lt;/span&gt; of it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever... wished there was a way to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; take all the feelings away&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever... wondered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;silently,&lt;/span&gt; how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he really felt&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;held back your heart&lt;/span&gt;, because he is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i have&lt;/span&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/2582388847645441563-7397806104720372084?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/7397806104720372084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=7397806104720372084' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/7397806104720372084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/7397806104720372084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-you-ever.html' title='Have You Ever?'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-8263600115889934286</id><published>2009-03-01T12:16:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:50:36.260+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cel Loves Her Aries, Libra and Virgo</title><content type='html'>Had a massive conferencing via MSN with 3 of the many gorgeous people in my life :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aries (Tjen), Libra (Ben) and Virgo (Dots). Yesss. Now you get the title, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SaoTewPNtDI/AAAAAAAABfg/pkpZmbSAdsw/s1600-h/bunninyong.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SaoTewPNtDI/AAAAAAAABfg/pkpZmbSAdsw/s320/bunninyong.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308076529875268658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason behind all the astrological terms is cause we were discussing compatibilities and the r'ships of our various couplings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say.. Tjen and I came out really happy with the 'readings'. He was pretty happy too. :) Daph and Tjen are going to make like very anti-mushy comments either here or in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. i love conferencing.. We should really get the whole 6 together one weekend. Virtual catching up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanhan koko? Ziiiine? Must join us too k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL. I'm happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SaoTeW5zVxI/AAAAAAAABfY/2mlIM9CHojs/s1600-h/faaamily.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SaoTeW5zVxI/AAAAAAAABfY/2mlIM9CHojs/s320/faaamily.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308076523074574098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nie Nie, Benjikins, Zine, Cel, Tjen and Hanhankoko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&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/2582388847645441563-8263600115889934286?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/8263600115889934286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=8263600115889934286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/8263600115889934286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/8263600115889934286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/03/cel-loves-her-aries-libra-and-virgo.html' title='Cel Loves Her Aries, Libra and Virgo'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/SaoTewPNtDI/AAAAAAAABfg/pkpZmbSAdsw/s72-c/bunninyong.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-8657298921389631778</id><published>2009-02-26T02:07:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T02:22:47.914+11:00</updated><title type='text'>They left...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mummy, papa and the little one left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy and jas cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so did rach and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the apartment is so quiet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my cam-whoring partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SaVhNvK0XZI/AAAAAAAABfI/BWFT2yl-FgE/s1600-h/2009-02-24-62759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SaVhNvK0XZI/AAAAAAAABfI/BWFT2yl-FgE/s320/2009-02-24-62759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306754624554032530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SaVhNEsw41I/AAAAAAAABfA/1r7vmrJCH_I/s1600-h/2009-02-24-62551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SaVhNEsw41I/AAAAAAAABfA/1r7vmrJCH_I/s320/2009-02-24-62551.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306754613153686354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SaVhMlIo2hI/AAAAAAAABe4/irjA6cjnmGI/s1600-h/2009-02-24-62308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SaVgU6CevlI/AAAAAAAABeo/pKDNEIfzR2g/s320/2009-02-24-62525.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306753648219307602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SaVgU_4n18I/AAAAAAAABeg/3WLTLOfdyh0/s1600-h/2009-02-24-62376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SaVgU_4n18I/AAAAAAAABeg/3WLTLOfdyh0/s320/2009-02-24-62376.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306753649788573634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SaVgUrEo2eI/AAAAAAAABeY/itnDAF37OuA/s1600-h/2009-02-20-70075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SaVgUrEo2eI/AAAAAAAABeY/itnDAF37OuA/s320/2009-02-20-70075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306753644201826786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SaVgUV93RdI/AAAAAAAABeQ/py5PVHAQXPM/s1600-h/2009-02-20-69897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SaVgUV93RdI/AAAAAAAABeQ/py5PVHAQXPM/s320/2009-02-20-69897.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306753638536267218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SaVhOC48uHI/AAAAAAAABfQ/5I3qDSnblZ8/s1600-h/2009-02-24-63095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SaVhOC48uHI/AAAAAAAABfQ/5I3qDSnblZ8/s320/2009-02-24-63095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306754629847791730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*sad face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was good to hear your voice again. :)&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/2582388847645441563-8657298921389631778?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/8657298921389631778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=8657298921389631778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/8657298921389631778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/8657298921389631778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/02/they-left.html' title='They left...'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/SaVhNvK0XZI/AAAAAAAABfI/BWFT2yl-FgE/s72-c/2009-02-24-62759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-6683975027635985950</id><published>2009-02-18T11:58:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:02:05.168+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Goodbyes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Save Tonight&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Go on and close the curtains&lt;br /&gt;All we need is candlelight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You and me&lt;/span&gt; and a bottle of wine&lt;br /&gt;Going to hold you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We know I'm going away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; How I wish....wish it weren't so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this wine &amp;amp; drink with me&lt;br /&gt; Let's delay our misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Save tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And fight the break of dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Come tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Tomorrow I'll be gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There's a log on the fire&lt;br /&gt;And it burns like me for you&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow comes with one desire&lt;br /&gt;To take me away....it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It ain't easy to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling please don't start cry&lt;br /&gt;'Cause girl &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you know I've got to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lord I wish it wasn't so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Save tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And fight the break of dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow&lt;br /&gt; Tomorrow I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tomorrow comes to take me away&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I......that I could stay&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know I've got to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord I wish it wasn't so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Save tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And fight the break of dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Come tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Tomorrow I'll be gone.&lt;/span&gt;...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just words that brought me back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-6683975027635985950?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/6683975027635985950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=6683975027635985950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/6683975027635985950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/6683975027635985950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-goodbyes.html' title='I Hate Goodbyes...'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-5530850802781939678</id><published>2009-02-17T22:52:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:11:16.163+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Filling the Gaps</title><content type='html'>Bumming and blogging with Jay Chou on my Itunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL. For all those who know that I do not speak a word of mandarin, (other than the usual '1, 2, 3' and 'ni hao ma'..) I listen for Jay. As corny as it may seem, I find his voice very soothing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asked to update. So yes.. just a quickie no real topic post here. For you, Chee. I am trying to keep this blog alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 very random shots I found really cute of my sisters and me in melb. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SZqnOI7c61I/AAAAAAAABeA/HyVjRmW5x5U/s1600-h/no+more.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SZqnOI7c61I/AAAAAAAABeA/HyVjRmW5x5U/s320/no+more.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303735372539030354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LoL. We were all already super full with calamari, bacon omelette and stir-fry beef (I cooked the last two dishes. Daddy supervised, and teased. Helpful much?) when mum wanted to dollop more rice onto our plates. This was our first reaction which mummy captured. I'll miss the little one when she's gone... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SZqnMmG6bRI/AAAAAAAABd4/g48BlCC6p5w/s1600-h/failed+attempt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SZqnMmG6bRI/AAAAAAAABd4/g48BlCC6p5w/s320/failed+attempt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303735346011991314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mentioned 'putting furniture' together to a friend. Can't remember who. But I REMEMBER the reaction! People have always pegged me as being the extreme girly-girl, shopping and 'i broke a nail' sort. Yes. I do have that side. But look.. I (helped) to fix my shelf (lol. In my pretty new dress, no doubt). Mum and Dad looked on, sceptically. Lil one insisted on capturing this 'rare' moment. Daddy eventually took over, insisting I was waaaaay too slow.&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/2582388847645441563-5530850802781939678?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/5530850802781939678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=5530850802781939678' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/5530850802781939678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/5530850802781939678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/02/filling-gaps.html' title='Filling the Gaps'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/SZqnOI7c61I/AAAAAAAABeA/HyVjRmW5x5U/s72-c/no+more.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-5748162348862824762</id><published>2009-02-16T23:50:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:14:45.482+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a Guess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SZlislaRYvI/AAAAAAAABdw/euDtYgpLw50/s1600-h/guess+what.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SZlislaRYvI/AAAAAAAABdw/euDtYgpLw50/s400/guess+what.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303378554301539058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody willing to place a guess on what this is? Comment please :D . Kinda like pictionary, minus all the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goes to show my drawing isn't the worst. No! I did not draw that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:// Answer will be posted.. soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit AGAIN at artist's request:// It's more complicated than you think!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;EDIT!!!!  It's a VULTURE. (google it. I'm too lazy to upload a pic.) Nice attempt everyone :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CELEST%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-5748162348862824762?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/5748162348862824762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=5748162348862824762' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/5748162348862824762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/5748162348862824762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/02/make-guess.html' title='Make a Guess'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/SZlislaRYvI/AAAAAAAABdw/euDtYgpLw50/s72-c/guess+what.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-966612783793852811</id><published>2009-02-11T23:44:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:49:15.117+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2.1 years</title><content type='html'>Very few would understand the significance of the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an awesomely good chat and catch up on (of all places), msn. come see us soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was funny, hearfelt and as always.. full of teasing. Yeala! I was blushing ok? Like you said, i'm lovesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.. it's so... weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss our 6. can't wait for the others to get back here.. so much to tell.. so much i need help with. should i tell him? should i not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm... a goofball.. and only he does that to me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-966612783793852811?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/966612783793852811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=966612783793852811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/966612783793852811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/966612783793852811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/02/21-years.html' title='2.1 years'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-3389300872734656986</id><published>2009-01-31T00:33:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:39:20.227+11:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S I Love You</title><content type='html'>Am watching it for the 2nd time...ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't before. Too painful. Too many memories attached to the movie. Too many 0f the never-to-leave promises that we made and broke... Too many 'I'll love you till the end's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am realising a lot lately..... my regular in-betweens epiphany....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found, I HAD my very own Jerry.... With the crazy kill-each-other fights. With the loving make-ups, the love, the laughter, the life. I had it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lost HIM too in the movies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She FOUND it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find solace and comfort.. in knowing that i will find my Jerry again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-3389300872734656986?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/3389300872734656986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=3389300872734656986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/3389300872734656986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/3389300872734656986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/01/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.S I Love You'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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-2582388847645441563.post-8171506237116109763</id><published>2009-01-22T23:15:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:25:08.234+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bucket List</title><content type='html'>It's unique.. I suppose, to allow movies to change your outlook, your perspective, your being. I've had a couple movies and shows do that to me in my rime so far. This movie certainly is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always the case isn't it? That we never appreciate all the greatness and wonder that is already there till we lose it, or we're about to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been the sort of person to sweat the small things and to overlook the big things. Ask anyone who knows me. I've never been good at looking at the big picture and remembering the good times during the bad. The cynic in me.. i suppose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 has been a year of much learning and growth for me, and i realised that, on one of the most heartfelt conversations that i've had to date. Thank you for saying such wonderful and also wise things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took 2008 to be one of the worse years ever! And it was him that corrected my misguided perception, and pointed out that, it could have possibly been one of the greatest years so far, as i've survived what has been the worse and i've also learnt the most about myself and life and have also grown the most. And i feel, for that, i should truly be faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to one of those who only 'live' when it's too late and look back and regret on the 'what ifs' and 'could have beens'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is truly....... short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-8171506237116109763?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/8171506237116109763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=8171506237116109763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/8171506237116109763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/8171506237116109763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/01/bucket-list.html' title='The Bucket List'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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-2582388847645441563.post-5404430391428745890</id><published>2009-01-21T03:11:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T03:16:54.261+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Venus and Mars</title><content type='html'>My loveliesss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a quickie post from Lou's comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We were playing Taboo... a game of word association which turned out to be rather revealing of the obvious gender differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mtyp: Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khang: Sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Someone): Wah! So you associate love and sex?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mtyp: Organ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tian: Penis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cel: Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is the world is Love associated directly with Sex and Penis??? Honestly... The guys insist that you use the penis to 'make love' after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a laugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-5404430391428745890?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/5404430391428745890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=5404430391428745890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/5404430391428745890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/5404430391428745890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/01/venus-and-mars.html' title='Venus and Mars'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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-2582388847645441563.post-2513462022934472344</id><published>2009-01-07T14:59:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:05:47.453+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Revelation</title><content type='html'>Ok.. all the astrological outlooks aside, onto the seriousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not some horoscope reading or superstitious coupling that determines how compatible a couple is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise how much I have contributed to the failure. Granted, I was not the only one. But I do see my part in it. Mum, Rach, Khang, Dots, Gwen... I see now. I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to throw these destructive parts away... be better. If not for him, then for myself, because I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happens for a reason. I had to lose Us to finally see and to finally open my eyes. I don't regret because now I FINALLY understand what has been wrong all this while. It just breaks me to know that i gave him up.. when it didn't have to be this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my Dots said, it's not going to heal.... not that soon anyway. 3 years eh, Dots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-2513462022934472344?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/2513462022934472344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=2513462022934472344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/2513462022934472344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/2513462022934472344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-revelation.html' title='My Revelation'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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-2582388847645441563.post-1867665689463143320</id><published>2009-01-07T13:44:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:47:01.480+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sagittarius Female</title><content type='html'>Ok... Don't judge me for making a post on horoscopes but yes, I am one of those kooky ones who believes in this form of classification. And my credits also to Chee who has been talking to me about this like.. almost everytime we talk. And he found all my sites for me. Eerie how accurate it can be in defining a person. Well, I am soul-searching. Be my guest. Have a good laugh at my expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There are women adventurers, too.  Not all explorers, mountain-climbers, and world travelers are male Sagittarius.  And the true female archer is as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;restless, as hungry for experience, as longing to explore the fascinating carnival&lt;/span&gt; (i think that restlessness in me has slightly mellow but very true for me in my 'younger days') that she sees in life as her male counterpart.  This woman needs &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;personal freedom to an extraordinary degree&lt;/span&gt; (lol. Yes.. been told that mannnny times. But that part too has probably mellowed... a little) , and she's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not known for her readiness to marry&lt;/span&gt; ( So when i finally fell ready, does that mean i've found him?) or her readiness to take up domestic responsibilities.  Frequently she's happier spending a lifetime without both.  And she's likely to have a child out of wedlock and happily raise it as a traveling companion as she is to ensconce herself behind secure walls.  Walls, for any Sagittarian, are like waving a red flag at a bull. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any career which allows space, travel, freedom of movement, and opportunity for new contacts pleases the Sagittarian woman.  And the archer who doesn't pursue a career still needs these things.  Failing everything else, she'll become a socialite, because at least she gets to throw parties and meet exciting people.  There are also more introverted, philosophical Sagittarian women - and some, like Jane Fonda, who may be philosophical but also more typical of their sign in that they are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;vociferous about their philosophies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.  You'll also find the Sagittarius woman involved in a cause of one kind or another, because her astute vision and sense of movements within the group give her an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;interest and a concern for human welfare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;( rather true. although i hardly ever show that side. only those closest to me know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One thing she isn't, and that is opinionless.&lt;/span&gt;( Definitely!! although not always a good thing as i find sometimes it's better to shut up)  Sagittarius is always &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thinking about something, chewing it over, learning it, reading about it, discussing it&lt;/span&gt;.( This explains alot. how a lot of people tend to comment on me 'thinking too much') Convictions are terribly important to the Sagittarian woman, although her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;convictions are likely to change regularly&lt;/span&gt; (fickle).  Sagittarius is a fluid, flexible sign.  You'll also sometimes see the more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spiritual or religious side&lt;/span&gt; in evidence in the Sagittarian woman - often showing as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;an interest in religion, myth, psychology, and various assorted esoteric or occult subjects&lt;/span&gt;. (Ergo... horoscopes) There's a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; love of the unknown and the challenging, the magical and the unexplained.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a strong sense of fun and humour in the Sagittarian woman. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And the famous blunt Sagittarian tongue&lt;/span&gt; ( It's not my fault!!!) is also much in evidence here.  You can't expect an archer to flatter you diplomatically.  More likely she'll deliver a verbal punch between the eyes - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not because she's cruel&lt;/span&gt;, but because she has a tendency t&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o speak before she thinks&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and to not quite realize that you, sensitive soul that you are, have just been irrevocably crushed by the insult.  She's usually right, too&lt;/span&gt;;( This part is true. I literally blab without thinking!! It is a realllly bad thing and sometimes i reallly do feel sorry for those i target it at and when i want to apologize, it's usually a little too late) it's pretty difficult to fool Sagittarius' sharp intuition, which has a way of seeing right through &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;postures and hypocrisy.&lt;/span&gt; (Yeap!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;see a touch of the groupie&lt;/span&gt; (do my celebrity ga ga-ness and obssession count?) here.  The Sagittarius woman often needs to be where the action is, where interesting and exciting people are.  Whether it's by her own talents or through somebody else's, she's attracted to anything new and important.  And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she needs to be moving all the time,&lt;/span&gt; ( Yes. can't stand doing nothing. Maybe that's why i clean and stuff and always need to go out to 'kai kai') working at things, busy with projects.  What doesn't work is the nine-to-five routine and the office filing cabinet, or the six-to-eight routine of the kids' breakfasts and the shopping and the ironing.  In fact, you might have noticed that many Sagittarian women are terribly inept at dealing with things like tangible organization.  If they do it, they often get good earthy help - those Virgos and Capricorns and Taureans who stand quietly in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"   &gt;background and collect the money and wash up the dishes.  Never mind.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her gift is at bringing people together, inspiring them, delighting them, teaching them, opening up the world for them.  Not, in fact, cleaning up after them. &lt;/span&gt;( Awwwww... I really do hope so :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sagittarius the romantic can have a problematic time in long-term relationships&lt;/span&gt;. ( I did. Till him) Because she loves the new and the exciting, the Sagittarius woman may follow the pattern of her male counterpart, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always seeking the knight on the white horse who can take her away from banality and show her a world of fairy-tale romance&lt;/span&gt;. ( *Light bulb flashes* Very true of me. I always wondered why i lived with this notion of movie depicting true life. Like how in movies the guy always seems to show up on the doorstep with flowers and such. Very... non-realistic. Now i know why i'm like that! Sagittarius!!) This may be a literal escapade or a fantasy one; but those escapades are common and very likely to occur.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But she does come back again, if let alone&lt;/span&gt;. ( I always do) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What you can't do is possess her; she'll fight then, and isn't averse to just walking out&lt;/span&gt;.( Yes. I do)  Sagittarian women are very independent.  You see it even in a Sagittarius child. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You don't tell them to do something.  You ask.  Nicely. &lt;/span&gt;(Ahahahahha. I like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagittarius, like Gemini, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;needs to be able to communicate&lt;/span&gt;. ( Yes. Communication. And not running away is something i really need to work on.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you're after the quiet, docile type, forget it.  Sagittarian women are great talkers; and they'll talk about anything they've found exciting and interesting&lt;/span&gt;.(Noisy much?)  They have a knack of making it sound exciting for others, too.  Sometimes they go on too long, and become bores; and there's no bore like your Sagittarian bore once he gets on his favorite passion or enthusiasm of the moment.  But in general, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sagittarius is a conversational animal, and needs a partner who's interested and willing to talk as well.  The silent, taciturn type doesn't do terribly well mated to the archer. &lt;/span&gt;(Hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the fiery signs need to be in love.  That fine distinction made between loving and the state of in-love-ness is all right for the more rational elements of air and earth.  But without the belief in love, fire wilts.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the Sagittarius woman is really, in her heart, in love with life itsel&lt;/span&gt;f. ( I guess i am) It's to be lived, not caged; and although she'll inevitably take quite a few romantic knocks in the nature of things - not least because her need for personal freedom and independence may drive away a few frightened partners - she never loses her hopes for the future.  This woman is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; an optimist&lt;/span&gt;, (I hope so!!) a believer in the value and the vitality of life.  Spend any time around her, and you'll begin to believe it too.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sagittarius faith is infectious.  But unlike most infectious things, it isn't fatal.  Just the opposite.  It breeds life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Chee was also asking me for the signs of some of my exes. Eeeeeerie much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few examples though i shall not name names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sagittarius- Capricorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capricorn male prefers to hide away from the world with his girlfriend. Sagittarius female are extroverted and would go crazy if not allowed out to meet friends or let off steam. He willbe angry when you want to do anything fun, and you will get sick of his selfish demands to stay home and not be out with friends. Capricorns don't enjoy wasting valuable time on games. Sag may complain that Cappy is too quiet and never opens up. Capricorns complain that the Sag is never still and won't listen. Capricorns are excellent instructors of necessary lessons to the impulsive and outspoken nature of the Sag.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cappy only gives in temporarily, to avoid argument.  Then, when the Goat has had enough, watch those feet dig not Mother Terra Firma, as the Goat sits there sullenly, a lump of smoldering resentment, those beady eyes daring Sagittarius to push one more inch.  Go ahead, push.  See what happens.  Most Archers have the good sense to know when to stop shoving Capricorn.  (Before Cappy becomes really angry.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; when to stop.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yet, at those times when the happy Sagittarius clown is broken-hearted over the cruelty of uncaring souls who didn't share his (or her) gigantic Jupiter faith and generosity, Capricorn is there to heal the hurt with loving tenderness and wisdom&lt;/span&gt; [Almost like a cartoonic reenactment of us. I miss him... ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sagittarius- Gemini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemini and Sag relationships usually start off really well and end really badly. Rare for it to turn into anything long-term. Usually drawn together very strongly initially due to very intense physical chemistry. However, he takes a strictly intellectual approach to life, which can seem to cold and calculated for the Sag. The Sag is also intellectual but also a warm bundle of fun who tends to dive into life. It won't be fun when the party's over. When he becomes a cutting critique of the Sag's social behaviour. He is very sarcastic when ticked off and the Sag is no slouch to sarcasm either. Unstable match. [Found this really true and funny. Should get him to read this]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sagittarius-Sagittarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This combination eventually drifts apart. If not on the same intellectual and social plane, there is little hope for a long and happy relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. I got lazy. Three shall do for now. Chee may help me with the rest later. heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-1867665689463143320?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/1867665689463143320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=1867665689463143320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/1867665689463143320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/1867665689463143320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/01/sagittarius-female.html' title='Sagittarius Female'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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-2582388847645441563.post-4361217566575337928</id><published>2009-01-05T13:11:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:23:52.484+11:00</updated><title type='text'>- ................... -</title><content type='html'>I now understand how my Dots felt. During those couple of weeks, i felt for her, i really did. But it never struck me so hard, till now. I guess the reason was because I truly felt like I found my other half, my best bud. I never thought it would ever come to this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts... yes it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've dealt by.. surprise surprise.. cleaning. Being... domestic. Something odd about me. I've been picking up things here and there. Arranging pillows, chairs. Folding clothes, cooking, baking....It's weird but in doing all these, I feel.. calmer. It's just the actions involved I suppose- returning things to their proper place. A sense of order in the midst of all my chaos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i still say that i miss him? Well.. i still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad that the friendship survived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-4361217566575337928?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/4361217566575337928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=4361217566575337928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/4361217566575337928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/4361217566575337928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='- ................... -'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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-2582388847645441563.post-5948991744757759524</id><published>2009-01-01T22:03:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:11:16.623+11:00</updated><title type='text'>HeLLO 2009!!</title><content type='html'>Kicking off a new year with a new blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's goodbye 2008 and to all the bad memories, tears and pain that came with that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello 2009 with the hope of a happier and brighter year filled with more joy and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that the countdown to welcome 2009 proved to be a good start. Awesome moments with all my beloveds, leg of lamb, wine, pictionary, charades, laughter and whiskey. I sure ended my night pretty happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning a recap of the better moments in 2008... if i'm feeling ambitious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-5948991744757759524?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/5948991744757759524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=5948991744757759524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/5948991744757759524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/5948991744757759524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-2009.html' title='HeLLO 2009!!'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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-2582388847645441563.post-2843938028869328194</id><published>2008-06-18T18:04:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:07:50.579+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If there's a prize for rotten judgement&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've already won that&lt;br /&gt;No man is worth the aggravation&lt;br /&gt;That's ancient history, been there, done that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like loving someone that's in a rush to throw you away?&lt;br /&gt;You SHOULD!&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/2582388847645441563-2843938028869328194?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/2843938028869328194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=2843938028869328194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/2843938028869328194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/2843938028869328194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-not-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m Not In Love'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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-2582388847645441563.post-1218794596943733563</id><published>2008-06-18T17:16:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T17:22:58.280+10:00</updated><title type='text'>bad bad</title><content type='html'>this is what cel does between chapters of business law....create new outfits waaaay out of her price range to torture herself. Note that the red top alone is worth 305 pounds.... find me something similar? heartache....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... need to find a pair of brown wedges. *makes mental note*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrgh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SFi3cWTgByI/AAAAAAAAA8c/hFVMllG2cPE/s1600-h/chilli+summer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SFi3cWTgByI/AAAAAAAAA8c/hFVMllG2cPE/s320/chilli+summer.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213118266332940066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's too painful....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-1218794596943733563?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/1218794596943733563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=1218794596943733563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/1218794596943733563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/1218794596943733563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2008/06/bad-bad.html' title='bad bad'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/SFi3cWTgByI/AAAAAAAAA8c/hFVMllG2cPE/s72-c/chilli+summer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-2291378283845026723</id><published>2008-04-23T19:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T19:27:21.724+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Him</title><content type='html'>for doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for being the creep he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-2291378283845026723?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/2291378283845026723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=2291378283845026723' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/2291378283845026723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/2291378283845026723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hate-him.html' title='I Hate Him'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-9174881383611240029</id><published>2008-04-19T12:33:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T13:30:42.449+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls' Night Out (II)</title><content type='html'>haven't been updating. this was at least 2 weeks ago... but finally just found time. it's a freakin gorgeous day outside. Max 25 with sunshine. shopping is a beckoning... in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. on to the 2nd GNO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the latest 'it' spot. Pacific BBQ Cafe for the roast meats. Just because we're girls doesn't mean we don't adore our meat. Met Daph's sweetie there, what a coincidence. Yes... he left. We weren't going to allow him to crash our GNO, much to Daph's dismay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the story usually goes, we HAD to cam-whore with our orders. It's a female thing, boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAldKurqaLI/AAAAAAAAA6w/ITQNt5Wctj0/s1600-h/IMG_4907small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAldKurqaLI/AAAAAAAAA6w/ITQNt5Wctj0/s320/IMG_4907small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190782484432447666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Err...kinda forgot what each one ordered. I had roast duck, which i ate after peeling off every piece of skin. I've been told that this is a ridiculous habit as people eat roast duck for the skin as that is where all the flavor is. Oh wells.. i gave some of my skin to Tjen. She needs it before she loses her ass. LoLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAldLerqaMI/AAAAAAAAA64/I8tX1Qco1rA/s1600-h/IMG_4910small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAldLerqaMI/AAAAAAAAA64/I8tX1Qco1rA/s320/IMG_4910small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190782497317349570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ain't she just the cutest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAldKOrqaKI/AAAAAAAAA6o/iLxqc5sTUN4/s1600-h/IMG_4906small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAldKOrqaKI/AAAAAAAAA6o/iLxqc5sTUN4/s320/IMG_4906small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190782475842513058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tjen claims that there is ALWAYS a bad picture of her being posted here. So we (Daph and I ) thought, why break with tradition? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sitting and chatting for what must have been tooo long, we got chased away, not too subtlety by the waiters placing the bill at our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate was the next stop. Max Brenners for some much needed dark, hot, italian (kinda how i like my men) chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. there was no camwhoring with the food but we sure did cam whore with each other an awful lot. There were even some attempts at 'Lala' poses... don't ask. And for the record, i was FORCED into doing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAldL-rqaNI/AAAAAAAAA7A/QOnT398WOBc/s1600-h/IMG_4913small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAldL-rqaNI/AAAAAAAAA7A/QOnT398WOBc/s320/IMG_4913small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190782505907284178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAldMurqaOI/AAAAAAAAA7I/xmXYuNWEx8A/s1600-h/IMG_4914small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAldMurqaOI/AAAAAAAAA7I/xmXYuNWEx8A/s320/IMG_4914small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190782518792186082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahem... my attempt at it. NOT CUTE AT ALL. just makes my facial features look kinda deformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAlfferqaPI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/PjhSb5Frilg/s1600-h/IMG_4922small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAlfferqaPI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/PjhSb5Frilg/s320/IMG_4922small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190785039937988850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They must have been taking pictures while i went to get the drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAlfgOrqaQI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/0xH8kcXKESU/s1600-h/IMG_4926small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAlfgOrqaQI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/0xH8kcXKESU/s320/IMG_4926small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190785052822890754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAlfg-rqaRI/AAAAAAAAA7g/-LD7iduxbQc/s1600-h/IMG_4927small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAlfg-rqaRI/AAAAAAAAA7g/-LD7iduxbQc/s320/IMG_4927small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190785065707792658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fact: Tjen started the LaLa poses. LoL. Too cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAlfhurqaTI/AAAAAAAAA7w/HTAkM6X9uj0/s1600-h/IMG_4930small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAlfhurqaTI/AAAAAAAAA7w/HTAkM6X9uj0/s320/IMG_4930small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190785078592694578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Err.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAlfherqaSI/AAAAAAAAA7o/5AHLa2u1ZKU/s1600-h/IMG_4928small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAlfherqaSI/AAAAAAAAA7o/5AHLa2u1ZKU/s320/IMG_4928small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190785074297727266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AIKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAlhwerqaWI/AAAAAAAAA8I/W-483D6GTOE/s1600-h/IMG_4953small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAlhwerqaWI/AAAAAAAAA8I/W-483D6GTOE/s320/IMG_4953small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190787531019020642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea... topic changed to arm wrestling. I did notice that the patrons in the next table were giving us some weeeeird looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAlhv-rqaVI/AAAAAAAAA8A/Sgn5SazTnFY/s1600-h/IMG_4952small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAlhv-rqaVI/AAAAAAAAA8A/Sgn5SazTnFY/s320/IMG_4952small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190787522429086034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fact: Cel has the ability to do some freakish things with her shoulder bone. It looks weirder in person. Tjen and Daph were sooo absolutely disgusted. It kinda looks like i dislocated my arm from my shoulder. There's a better view in person :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to my place for further gossip and what was to be a scare session. There's this site that is a freaking psychic!!! When asked, 'What is Celeste holding?' [FYI, i was cowering under my pillow] Answer: A pillow. helllloooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAlhwurqaXI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/mScxuXlf3qQ/s1600-h/IMG_4960small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAlhwurqaXI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/mScxuXlf3qQ/s320/IMG_4960small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190787535313987954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WHaaaattt? It was scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea... freaky. shall post the site up, once i get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next GNO, which MIGHT be a girly night of manis, pedis, facials. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, my bitches. (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAlhvurqaUI/AAAAAAAAA74/kBF5Edr88Yc/s1600-h/IMG_4940small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAlhvurqaUI/AAAAAAAAA74/kBF5Edr88Yc/s320/IMG_4940small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190787518134118722" 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/2582388847645441563-9174881383611240029?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/9174881383611240029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=9174881383611240029' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/9174881383611240029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/9174881383611240029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2008/04/girls-night-out-ii.html' title='Girls&apos; Night Out (II)'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/SAldKurqaLI/AAAAAAAAA6w/ITQNt5Wctj0/s72-c/IMG_4907small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-1105073500255697029</id><published>2008-03-29T21:03:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:10:12.577+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Char Siew Rice</title><content type='html'>you have absolutely noooooo idea how much i adore my bbq meats. Pacific BBQ Cafe is the name of my new found heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger took me there for lunch today. Well, we were suppose to go for wanton mee but stopped at this new place instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had char siew rice while Roger had a mixed roasts with rice (char siew and three-layer pork). Soooo yummy. The meat was tender and so flavorsome. So so good.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-4U_5CZiJI/AAAAAAAAA6g/6ygja_0BL6E/s1600-h/IMG_4872small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-4U_5CZiJI/AAAAAAAAA6g/6ygja_0BL6E/s320/IMG_4872small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183103309025216658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table next door sat down and ordered the roast duck. looked soooo good. i might have that tomorrow..... Roger seemed to enjoy his roast pork... it was like... a piece of grilled, crunchy fat. yea.. eww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..yes.. i had a happy tum tum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-1105073500255697029?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/1105073500255697029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=1105073500255697029' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/1105073500255697029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/1105073500255697029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2008/03/char-siew-rice.html' title='Char Siew Rice'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-4U_5CZiJI/AAAAAAAAA6g/6ygja_0BL6E/s72-c/IMG_4872small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-4956543827560438894</id><published>2008-03-29T17:16:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T17:57:41.909+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night Out</title><content type='html'>Hols are ending and we needed a night out, just the girls. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night started off a lil rough. we ended waiting about half an hour for the little princess since she was in the shower. Yes daph... it was half an hour...not 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-3jZZCZh9I/AAAAAAAAA5A/UmONtIKKNQw/s1600-h/IMG_4851small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-3jZZCZh9I/AAAAAAAAA5A/UmONtIKKNQw/s320/IMG_4851small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183048771530491858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also raining when we went out... cold and wet is not funny especially in melbourne. We had thai at Ging Khao on Swanston. Pretty good... but pricey for the portions. (I forgot to take a picture of Daph's curry puffs. $6.50 for 4 very tiny ones, each about the size of an aussie 50 cent..hehe..daph wasn't too happy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat there the entire time... talking for 2 hours. we established that Tjen and Daph are flirts...only Daph is more selective with who she flirts with. Loads of other girl stuff and private conversations too personal to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ended up 'chasing us' away by placing the bill on our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted Max Brenner's for dessert so headed to QV under the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-3jZpCZh-I/AAAAAAAAA5I/t9u81HRUx3Q/s1600-h/IMG_4852small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-3jZpCZh-I/AAAAAAAAA5I/t9u81HRUx3Q/s320/IMG_4852small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183048775825459170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the traffic lights...waiting for the rain to subside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-3jZ5CZh_I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/4eiod7lP5HQ/s1600-h/IMG_4853small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-3jZ5CZh_I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/4eiod7lP5HQ/s320/IMG_4853small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183048780120426482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hair-check. Geez...Vainpots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But t'was unfortunate that Max Brenner's was close. We settled instead for profiteroles and choc/caramel pudding which was on special at Safeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-3jaZCZiAI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/dwfSLG8CpkM/s1600-h/IMG_4856small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-3jaZCZiAI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/dwfSLG8CpkM/s320/IMG_4856small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183048788710361090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea yea...so what else is new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-3japCZiBI/AAAAAAAAA5g/RO1pRCnab1Y/s1600-h/IMG_4857small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-3japCZiBI/AAAAAAAAA5g/RO1pRCnab1Y/s320/IMG_4857small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183048793005328402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our yummy desserts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-3kh5CZiCI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Oju_7F4E2qM/s1600-h/IMG_4858small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-3kh5CZiCI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Oju_7F4E2qM/s320/IMG_4858small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183050017071007778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah...we cheapskates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got me a packet of gummy worms as  certain pig *coughsRogercoughs* ate all of mine. Kinda interesting packet, filled with worms of all shapes and sizes, literally. And yes... along with such abnormalities came cam-whoring. Yes..Yes...we're guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-3lS5CZiHI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/kb5Mk1G2G7M/s1600-h/IMG_4869small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-3lS5CZiHI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/kb5Mk1G2G7M/s320/IMG_4869small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183050858884597874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-3kiZCZiEI/AAAAAAAAA54/NpY7PPQJuos/s1600-h/IMG_4863small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-3kiZCZiEI/AAAAAAAAA54/NpY7PPQJuos/s320/IMG_4863small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183050025660942402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-3kjZCZiGI/AAAAAAAAA6I/T8cdZaYHvps/s1600-h/thumb+worm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-3kjZCZiGI/AAAAAAAAA6I/T8cdZaYHvps/s320/thumb+worm.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183050042840811618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-3kiJCZiDI/AAAAAAAAA5w/-RbMrxybPac/s1600-h/IMG_4861small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-3kiJCZiDI/AAAAAAAAA5w/-RbMrxybPac/s320/IMG_4861small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183050021365975090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-3kjJCZiFI/AAAAAAAAA6A/LXMjXHPikZ0/s1600-h/hello.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-3kjJCZiFI/AAAAAAAAA6A/LXMjXHPikZ0/s320/hello.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183050038545844306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello! *bites snake's head off* (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-3lTJCZiII/AAAAAAAAA6Y/s4101faakxA/s1600-h/IMG_4870small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-3lTJCZiII/AAAAAAAAA6Y/s4101faakxA/s320/IMG_4870small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183050863179565186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked for at least another 2 hours before we decided to head back as Daph had an MSN chat-date with her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next GNO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-4956543827560438894?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/4956543827560438894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=4956543827560438894' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/4956543827560438894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/4956543827560438894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2008/03/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls Night Out'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-3jZZCZh9I/AAAAAAAAA5A/UmONtIKKNQw/s72-c/IMG_4851small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-5943720529603190353</id><published>2008-03-26T17:47:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T12:26:24.022+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Taste of Home</title><content type='html'>These are a couple of reasons why no other place can compare to the yummies of home. which i do miss so dearly and would be entirely grateful to someone who would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ta-pau&lt;/span&gt; some into australia for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-n0J5CZh6I/AAAAAAAAA4o/OnMZYah5ZGY/s1600-h/IMG_4645small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-n0J5CZh6I/AAAAAAAAA4o/OnMZYah5ZGY/s320/IMG_4645small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181941297033349026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Belachan bee-hoon. Smelly ol' belachan mixed with a generous portion of beehoon, tauge, cucumber slithers and juicy cuttlefish. With the savoury, salty and spicy soup... I WANT!!! Melbourne seriously needs to discover belachan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-n0KJCZh7I/AAAAAAAAA4w/c2rpZpx-Tzc/s1600-h/IMG_4646small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-n0KJCZh7I/AAAAAAAAA4w/c2rpZpx-Tzc/s320/IMG_4646small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181941301328316338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jew Hu Eng Chai. Cuttlefish and kangkong. Extra spicy... Why am i missing all these weird-ass foods that need belachan??? I don't think i can find cuttlefish here in Aus.... and this dish would probably taste kinda weird with squid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-n0KZCZh8I/AAAAAAAAA44/Wau-xHrfK0Q/s1600-h/IMG_4694mall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-n0KZCZh8I/AAAAAAAAA44/Wau-xHrfK0Q/s320/IMG_4694mall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181941305623283650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rojak! This one's from Open Air Market. *drools* had this with mummy and daddy. our supper after we dropped my sisters off at tuition. SOoooo goood....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-ny7JCZh4I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/T4ktnpDPUR0/s1600-h/IMG_4567small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-ny7JCZh4I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/T4ktnpDPUR0/s320/IMG_4567small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181939944118650754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarawak Laksa! As the name states, there is no finding it in any other place besides home. I mean, sure there are a couple of laksa places in Aus... I heard the one in Flemington is good.. but nothing compares to this steaming bowl of goodness from home. Lou said he craves it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-ny6JCZh1I/AAAAAAAAA4A/h2iZVTWO-ds/s1600-h/IMG_1200small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-ny6JCZh1I/AAAAAAAAA4A/h2iZVTWO-ds/s320/IMG_1200small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181939926938781522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Midin. Again, a dish only to be found at home. I doubt that you can find this in WM. i brought WM friends to try this and they adored it. Midin with red wine. Oh yes! Midin salad from Bla Bla Bla back home is gorgeous-ness on a platter. it's sour, tangy and so scrummy that you just keep going back for it. The reason why there are no pictures of this wondrous salad is that i always seem to be too preoccupied with eating that i forget to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-n0JpCZh5I/AAAAAAAAA4g/LSXaebpzL6I/s1600-h/IMG_4616small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-n0JpCZh5I/AAAAAAAAA4g/LSXaebpzL6I/s320/IMG_4616small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181941292738381714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok... this a pretty weird dish and i have yet to find another who shares my love for it. It's basically pickled jellyfish tentacles. Kinda like the ones they use in cold dishes at restaurants... but BETTER. This one has a slightly creamy texture (the sauce, not the jellyfish) and has the most amazing burst of flavour in your mouth. The cucumber pickles are lovely too... hmm.. must make/ find pickles one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-ny55CZh0I/AAAAAAAAA34/C96ao93SuDk/s1600-h/IMG_1196small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-ny55CZh0I/AAAAAAAAA34/C96ao93SuDk/s320/IMG_1196small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181939922643814210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honey chicken wings and grilled squid from Jalan Song eatery. Sooo good. Words cannot describe how much i miss these. Sweet, succulent, smokey wings. And a platter of juicy squid grilled with... yes...belachan. Dipped into a sweet, sour and spicy chilli. Hungry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-ny6ZCZh2I/AAAAAAAAA4I/Y6GwX2IbqV8/s1600-h/IMG_1203small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-ny6ZCZh2I/AAAAAAAAA4I/Y6GwX2IbqV8/s320/IMG_1203small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181939931233748834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-ny6pCZh3I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/LE6cYeTNI40/s1600-h/IMG_4576small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-ny6pCZh3I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/LE6cYeTNI40/s320/IMG_4576small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181939935528716146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Butter prawns! One from buntal and another from good ol Sarawak Club. I'd kill for just one of those now. I just tried the first one when Roger brought me when we last went home. I was a bit of a cynic at first, thinking that nothing whatsoever could compare to the legendary butter prawns of S'wak Club. But... they're pretty darn good. With those little brown bits of caramelised butter. Yummm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... my tummy aches. I'm hungry. Everyone who is alll over the world, i'm sure you're missing home food just as much as i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I get home~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-5943720529603190353?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/5943720529603190353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=5943720529603190353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/5943720529603190353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/5943720529603190353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2008/03/taste-of-home.html' title='A Taste of Home'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/R-n0J5CZh6I/AAAAAAAAA4o/OnMZYah5ZGY/s72-c/IMG_4645small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-7820046185119033038</id><published>2008-03-26T17:24:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T17:47:31.528+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss me?</title><content type='html'>heeeelllo my lovelies~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after being MIA for what has been a gazillion years, I'm BACK! ok.. i'm going to make a point to keep this blog as updated as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kick start my plague of ramblings, some random and nonsensical little bits of info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chee has a new blog, which he (eventually) agreed to place a link to my blog on, after i promised that i'd promote this. So... here is chee's "&lt;a href="http://chee-w.blogspot.com/"&gt;my serenity&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been pouring here in Melbourne, we even had a thunderstorm and Louis had to re-dry all this drenched clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have (at least, in my opinion) developed a sense of discipline and control when it comes to my shopping. STOP LAUGHING! I was usually a 'make a purchase, everyday' sorta shopper and now it's an occasional buy when i see something nice or something i've been pining for. AGAIN, STOP LAUGHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Kuching food! Nasi lemak cravings have been satisfied rather sufficiently... but i miss belachan beehoon!!! i miss tomato mee! butter prawns! buntal hellyfish! i miss mummy's cooking. I want daddy's sheperd's pie with mash. Damn... am drooling so badly here. maybe am just hungry *disappears for a nutella sandwich* (more up next post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss home.... my two monster sisters... mum and dad. I still cry a lot. I know... time to grow up eh? but.. yea... it's not that easy to accept that home is so far away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-7820046185119033038?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/7820046185119033038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=7820046185119033038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/7820046185119033038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/7820046185119033038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2008/03/miss-me.html' title='Miss me?'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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-2582388847645441563.post-8466427641734896445</id><published>2008-01-28T22:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:24:54.599+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick ONE!!...or.. 2?</title><content type='html'>people... help help help cel. she needs to decide on a dress and a clutch :D .... dearest people... help help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R526ocFtyzI/AAAAAAAAA3I/_O8L6ozfFLY/s1600-h/3+dresses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R526ocFtyzI/AAAAAAAAA3I/_O8L6ozfFLY/s320/3+dresses.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160485951934155570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;which one??? fits me soooo  nicely... so floaty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R526osFty1I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/LKBoelPf1hg/s1600-h/pink+dress1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R526osFty1I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/LKBoelPf1hg/s320/pink+dress1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160485956229122898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pink? RM30...am a sucker for bargains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R526osFty0I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/qbiaBvKgZNg/s1600-h/clutch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R526osFty0I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/qbiaBvKgZNg/s320/clutch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160485956229122882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the complimenting accessory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R526o8Fty2I/AAAAAAAAA3g/YxnjgpJiy0k/s1600-h/21-01-08_1859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R526o8Fty2I/AAAAAAAAA3g/YxnjgpJiy0k/s320/21-01-08_1859.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160485960524090210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R526pMFty3I/AAAAAAAAA3o/0i9mSpe1oCQ/s1600-h/21-01-08_1856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R526pMFty3I/AAAAAAAAA3o/0i9mSpe1oCQ/s320/21-01-08_1856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160485964819057522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R527DcFty4I/AAAAAAAAA3w/93-VATAMfLA/s1600-h/21-01-08_1858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R527DcFty4I/AAAAAAAAA3w/93-VATAMfLA/s320/21-01-08_1858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160486415790623618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeeeeeeeeelp&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/2582388847645441563-8466427641734896445?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/8466427641734896445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=8466427641734896445' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/8466427641734896445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/8466427641734896445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2008/01/pick-oneor-2.html' title='Pick ONE!!...or.. 2?'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/R526ocFtyzI/AAAAAAAAA3I/_O8L6ozfFLY/s72-c/3+dresses.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-2750000653600785564</id><published>2008-01-05T01:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T02:07:15.420+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Love</title><content type='html'>This is a big big thank you to my baby you fed me tonight. :)&lt;br /&gt;Was majorly hungry... and he called. As usual, i whined and groaned... hungry mah! so sweet, yummy him bought me char kuey tiaw with ham (pronounced ha-mmm). Soooo yummmy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you my baby. Thank you :) and you looked gorgeous standing outside there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R35K0DtNpCI/AAAAAAAAA2w/soI8sowDWjY/s1600-h/IMG_4696small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R35K0DtNpCI/AAAAAAAAA2w/soI8sowDWjY/s320/IMG_4696small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151637281967023138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I only remembered to take a picture after devouring half of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R35K0TtNpDI/AAAAAAAAA24/RP1kaCKBOSA/s1600-h/IMG_4697small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R35K0TtNpDI/AAAAAAAAA24/RP1kaCKBOSA/s320/IMG_4697small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151637286261990450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn tam-chiak face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first post after soooooo long and it's dedicated to my beloved. Know you're loved. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R35K0jtNpEI/AAAAAAAAA3A/ILqTsaV3Uzw/s1600-h/IMG_4698small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/R35K0jtNpEI/AAAAAAAAA3A/ILqTsaV3Uzw/s320/IMG_4698small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151637290556957762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2582388847645441563-2750000653600785564?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/2750000653600785564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=2750000653600785564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/2750000653600785564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/2750000653600785564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-love.html' title='Love Love'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/R35K0DtNpCI/AAAAAAAAA2w/soI8sowDWjY/s72-c/IMG_4696small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-3663412984416095175</id><published>2007-12-17T07:23:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T07:29:42.296+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All Changed, Hasn't It?</title><content type='html'>It all feels different. The group. The conversations. The feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an outsider. Someone looking in on the bubble. Someone on the outside, STILL... on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what i'm getting at. It's just different... And i really wish it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i feel so empty?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-3663412984416095175?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/3663412984416095175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=3663412984416095175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/3663412984416095175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/3663412984416095175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-all-changed-hasnt-it.html' title='It&apos;s All Changed, Hasn&apos;t It?'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-4454775994229312085</id><published>2007-12-06T00:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T00:54:48.677+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Have The ANSWERS?</title><content type='html'>Sitting among the entire crowd today, thinking, i realise that i don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no longer do i believe that i am capable in my studies.. i mean hey... i'm no child prodigy or genius. just another face in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't believe in my worth anymore. i mean.. i feel invisible... i feel like all my efforts for others were just.. meaningless to them. i feel... empty somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel lost... not knowing which path to take. should i? what will the consequences be? would it be the 'right' path for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel... lonely. noone will ever SEE me like a person needs to be seen. noone will ever make an effort to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the fucking point of life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-4454775994229312085?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/4454775994229312085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=4454775994229312085' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/4454775994229312085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/4454775994229312085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-you-have-answers.html' title='Do You Have The ANSWERS?'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-5734140507840997803</id><published>2007-11-13T23:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T00:24:52.754+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget Not</title><content type='html'>These past few final weeks at Trinity have been... emotional, happy, sad, enlightening... but altogether wonderful. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY BELOVED(S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmcHTOoUfI/AAAAAAAAAzU/WhX8_zbc-pk/s1600-h/IMG_4374small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmcHTOoUfI/AAAAAAAAAzU/WhX8_zbc-pk/s320/IMG_4374small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132304899600044530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmaKjOoUVI/AAAAAAAAAyE/oFBDbVq00zY/s1600-h/IMG_4221small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmaKjOoUVI/AAAAAAAAAyE/oFBDbVq00zY/s320/IMG_4221small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132302756411363666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crispy Song!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmerzOoUuI/AAAAAAAAA1M/OHexzt9baWY/s1600-h/IMG_4434small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmerzOoUuI/AAAAAAAAA1M/OHexzt9baWY/s320/IMG_4434small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132307725688525538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My daphers~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmeqjOoUsI/AAAAAAAAA08/-wyzP5Hg21c/s1600-h/IMG_4426small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmeqjOoUsI/AAAAAAAAA08/-wyzP5Hg21c/s320/IMG_4426small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132307704213689026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At royal parade. under the gorgeous sunlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmdpTOoUpI/AAAAAAAAA0k/sqNDqvwlB_0/s1600-h/IMG_4415small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmdpTOoUpI/AAAAAAAAA0k/sqNDqvwlB_0/s320/IMG_4415small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132306583227224722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the LAST EAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmdpzOoUqI/AAAAAAAAA0s/3-hNQSEhYSc/s1600-h/IMG_4418small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmdpzOoUqI/AAAAAAAAA0s/3-hNQSEhYSc/s320/IMG_4418small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132306591817159330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes... camwhoring at a tram stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rzmc2TOoUjI/AAAAAAAAAz0/Qtb4WiRTbp8/s1600-h/IMG_4397mall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rzmc2TOoUjI/AAAAAAAAAz0/Qtb4WiRTbp8/s320/IMG_4397mall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132305707053896242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last LIT!!! Hannah chooses to look studious. (she's actually doodling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmbMjOoUaI/AAAAAAAAAys/gPJHXX7hpnw/s1600-h/IMG_4234small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmbMjOoUaI/AAAAAAAAAys/gPJHXX7hpnw/s320/IMG_4234small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132303890282729890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmesDOoUvI/AAAAAAAAA1U/yzgersC_Bjk/s1600-h/IMG_4435mall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmesDOoUvI/AAAAAAAAA1U/yzgersC_Bjk/s320/IMG_4435mall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132307729983492850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zinger Burger!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmcGTOoUdI/AAAAAAAAAzE/VAwbFqlCiCk/s1600-h/IMG_4368small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmcGTOoUdI/AAAAAAAAAzE/VAwbFqlCiCk/s320/IMG_4368small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132304882420175314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Han Han and Benjikins koko. Where's Lynn Lynn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmcGzOoUeI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Lpva8rhgetg/s1600-h/IMG_4372small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmcGzOoUeI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Lpva8rhgetg/s320/IMG_4372small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132304891010109922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah &amp;amp; Sun-stroked Gwen. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmcHzOoUgI/AAAAAAAAAzc/OhOW16k-PHs/s1600-h/IMG_4377small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmcHzOoUgI/AAAAAAAAAzc/OhOW16k-PHs/s320/IMG_4377small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132304908189979138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bollywood style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmaJjOoUTI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Q5o7sTyAYRY/s1600-h/IMG_4218small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmaJjOoUTI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Q5o7sTyAYRY/s320/IMG_4218small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132302739231494450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Free (EAP) period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmcIDOoUhI/AAAAAAAAAzk/7SRrPVs4LM0/s1600-h/IMG_4380small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmcIDOoUhI/AAAAAAAAAzk/7SRrPVs4LM0/s320/IMG_4380small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132304912484946450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gangsta (or at least... and attempt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmbNTOoUcI/AAAAAAAAAy8/Pgi6GZCZvO8/s1600-h/IMG_4367small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmbNTOoUcI/AAAAAAAAAy8/Pgi6GZCZvO8/s320/IMG_4367small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132303903167631810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls *huGs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmaKTOoUUI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Hn3GVf03c2o/s1600-h/small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmaKTOoUUI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Hn3GVf03c2o/s320/small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132302752116396354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea... *hmmm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE NUTTERS AND THE LOLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmdmjOoUnI/AAAAAAAAA0U/wyAnV7UEuMA/s1600-h/IMG_4410small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmdmjOoUnI/AAAAAAAAA0U/wyAnV7UEuMA/s320/IMG_4410small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132306535982584434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alice In Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmdqTOoUrI/AAAAAAAAA00/r86-brxHI5g/s1600-h/IMG_4421small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmdqTOoUrI/AAAAAAAAA00/r86-brxHI5g/s320/IMG_4421small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132306600407093938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PMS-y??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rzmc1zOoUiI/AAAAAAAAAzs/rBIcv4-5CF0/s1600-h/IMG_4388small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rzmc1zOoUiI/AAAAAAAAAzs/rBIcv4-5CF0/s320/IMG_4388small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132305698463961634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;King Kong and Hanzilla (L-R)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rzmc3TOoUlI/AAAAAAAAA0E/lhgU_OpEx4k/s1600-h/IMG_4399small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rzmc3TOoUlI/AAAAAAAAA0E/lhgU_OpEx4k/s320/IMG_4399small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132305724233765458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Free slurpees on 7/11 (day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rzmc2zOoUkI/AAAAAAAAAz8/3Q9FKWDxCSc/s1600-h/IMG_4398small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rzmc2zOoUkI/AAAAAAAAAz8/3Q9FKWDxCSc/s320/IMG_4398small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132305715643830850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awwww... so cute here. *ahem* pseudo-innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmbLDOoUYI/AAAAAAAAAyc/hr4Axn89LR8/s1600-h/IMG_4229small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmbLDOoUYI/AAAAAAAAAyc/hr4Axn89LR8/s320/IMG_4229small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132303864512926082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Errrr... don't ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rzmc3jOoUmI/AAAAAAAAA0M/pU8G00qcNXg/s1600-h/IMG_4409small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rzmc3jOoUmI/AAAAAAAAA0M/pU8G00qcNXg/s320/IMG_4409small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132305728528732770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea... another nutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmbLjOoUZI/AAAAAAAAAyk/R1I1k906EqU/s1600-h/IMG_4230small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmbLjOoUZI/AAAAAAAAAyk/R1I1k906EqU/s320/IMG_4230small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132303873102860690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All our Spartan Warrior is missing is his shield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmaLDOoUWI/AAAAAAAAAyM/nuH7-qFH3Ro/s1600-h/IMG_4222small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmaLDOoUWI/AAAAAAAAAyM/nuH7-qFH3Ro/s320/IMG_4222small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132302765001298274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Country- Roaders who HAD to take pictures with their BAGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmaLjOoUXI/AAAAAAAAAyU/EaMZXc1YL_8/s1600-h/IMG_4228small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmaLjOoUXI/AAAAAAAAAyU/EaMZXc1YL_8/s320/IMG_4228small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132302773591232882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uh....scaryy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE LESSONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmfGDOoUxI/AAAAAAAAA1k/SkrNIEwiNrQ/s1600-h/IMG_4447small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmfGDOoUxI/AAAAAAAAA1k/SkrNIEwiNrQ/s320/IMG_4447small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132308176660091666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chem with the best chem tutor. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmesjOoUwI/AAAAAAAAA1c/BDfE4FaT6kY/s1600-h/IMG_4441small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmesjOoUwI/AAAAAAAAA1c/BDfE4FaT6kY/s320/IMG_4441small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132307738573427458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gayle *bonjour*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmdozOoUoI/AAAAAAAAA0c/-K2HphXtfu8/s1600-h/IMG_4412small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmdozOoUoI/AAAAAAAAA0c/-K2HphXtfu8/s320/IMG_4412small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132306574637290114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JANE!!! We'll miss EAP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmbMzOoUbI/AAAAAAAAAy0/N7BV9PMdl7o/s1600-h/IMG_4366small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmbMzOoUbI/AAAAAAAAAy0/N7BV9PMdl7o/s320/IMG_4366small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132303894577697202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our HOI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rzmk8DOoUyI/AAAAAAAAA1s/HwNVpOhSEFQ/s1600-h/IMG_3706small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rzmk8DOoUyI/AAAAAAAAA1s/HwNVpOhSEFQ/s320/IMG_3706small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132314601931166498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drama Drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad to see a year end. I don't want it to. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love to all of YOU &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmerDOoUtI/AAAAAAAAA1E/HtB_eobHrl0/s1600-h/IMG_4429small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmerDOoUtI/AAAAAAAAA1E/HtB_eobHrl0/s320/IMG_4429small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132307712803623634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2582388847645441563-5734140507840997803?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/5734140507840997803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=5734140507840997803' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/5734140507840997803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/5734140507840997803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/11/forget-not.html' title='Forget Not'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzmcHTOoUfI/AAAAAAAAAzU/WhX8_zbc-pk/s72-c/IMG_4374small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-1240863387568901327</id><published>2007-11-10T22:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T23:28:56.987+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Trinity Ball 07</title><content type='html'>A long overdue post. The event was like... a week ago. I've been meaning to blog just been so caught up with work and the final days of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried on my dress a few days beforehand and cam-whored (as usual) with it. Had hair done at Kairos. It took at least 45 mins for the girl to complete my do. And yes.. i did my own make-up. Super light as didn't want to go too OTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWWCjOoTvI/AAAAAAAAAtU/AqwKIw1ZPaE/s1600-h/IMG_4172small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWWCjOoTvI/AAAAAAAAAtU/AqwKIw1ZPaE/s320/IMG_4172small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131172321019055858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you so much mummy, daddy, sisters and jane for commenting on the outfit beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWWDDOoTwI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Edc_S9ol5ak/s1600-h/small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWWDDOoTwI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Edc_S9ol5ak/s320/small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131172329608990466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before hair and make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWWEDOoTyI/AAAAAAAAAts/RqPY6SNTXtk/s1600-h/IMG_4245small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWWEDOoTyI/AAAAAAAAAts/RqPY6SNTXtk/s320/IMG_4245small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131172346788859682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Canwhoring in the lobby. As SOMEONE made us miss our taxi and we had to wait for another...who? who... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWWDzOoTxI/AAAAAAAAAtk/b6ge7CYNIPE/s1600-h/IMG_4244small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWWDzOoTxI/AAAAAAAAAtk/b6ge7CYNIPE/s320/IMG_4244small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131172342493892370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;None other than YOU!! Ng Zane Lynn!! but yes... you did look uber dashing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the ball was an event that demanded a whole lot of pictures. So yes... went a little crazy with the cam-whoring. Roger became my unofficial cameraman for the entire night. Thank you babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWWEjOoTzI/AAAAAAAAAt0/YHN-P5dbqzQ/s1600-h/IMG_4248mall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWWEjOoTzI/AAAAAAAAAt0/YHN-P5dbqzQ/s320/IMG_4248mall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131172355378794290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hannah and I. Yes.. she came as the 'seaweed'. somebody's got to. You looked awesome, hannah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWZJzOoT-I/AAAAAAAAAvM/QE-T8G-BtCw/s1600-h/IMG_4271small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWZJzOoT-I/AAAAAAAAAvM/QE-T8G-BtCw/s320/IMG_4271small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131175744107991010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steven. :D One of the first few people i took pictures with. Hmm... should have dragged a certain Mr. Kao along with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWXjDOoT4I/AAAAAAAAAuc/GYB19zoV_Hw/s1600-h/IMG_4257mall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWXjDOoT4I/AAAAAAAAAuc/GYB19zoV_Hw/s320/IMG_4257mall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131173978876432258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls. In front of the huge-ass fish tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWXiDOoT1I/AAAAAAAAAuE/KfT6OxLfKh0/s1600-h/IMG_4250small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWXiDOoT1I/AAAAAAAAAuE/KfT6OxLfKh0/s320/IMG_4250small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131173961696563026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soon-Tzu and I. You seriously need some sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWYTDOoT6I/AAAAAAAAAus/Gvztj086RPk/s1600-h/IMG_4263small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWYTDOoT6I/AAAAAAAAAus/Gvztj086RPk/s320/IMG_4263small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131174803510153122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LoLs. Wai Han and I in the 'jellyfish room'. Yes... we glowed as we were in white. Looks somewhat obscene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWZMTOoUCI/AAAAAAAAAvs/4SLGEOh92bo/s1600-h/IMG_4277small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWZMTOoUCI/AAAAAAAAAvs/4SLGEOh92bo/s320/IMG_4277small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131175787057664034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tjen and I... with 'The DRESS'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWZMDOoUBI/AAAAAAAAAvk/VsrnNGKp5I8/s1600-h/IMG_4274mall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWZMDOoUBI/AAAAAAAAAvk/VsrnNGKp5I8/s320/IMG_4274mall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131175782762696722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Han Han koko and I. 'Killer smile'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWa8zOoUII/AAAAAAAAAwc/JcGvTWFqzyM/s1600-h/IMG_4293small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWa8zOoUII/AAAAAAAAAwc/JcGvTWFqzyM/s320/IMG_4293small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131177719792947330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jack and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWZLDOoUAI/AAAAAAAAAvc/u8H2oHU0XmA/s1600-h/IMG_4273mall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWZLDOoUAI/AAAAAAAAAvc/u8H2oHU0XmA/s320/IMG_4273mall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131175765582827522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lynn Lynn koko!!! See... i call you koko. Stop bullying me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWZKzOoT_I/AAAAAAAAAvU/J3MJUKcHk6w/s1600-h/IMG_4272mall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWZKzOoT_I/AAAAAAAAAvU/J3MJUKcHk6w/s320/IMG_4272mall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131175761287860210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Jo and Leanne who looked stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWa-zOoULI/AAAAAAAAAw0/JrJrJ3bKOxM/s1600-h/IMG_4302mall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWa-zOoULI/AAAAAAAAAw0/JrJrJ3bKOxM/s320/IMG_4302mall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131177754152685746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*ahem* yes... i don't recall inviting Jack into the picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWbvDOoUOI/AAAAAAAAAxM/FuA-nQTOYOA/s1600-h/IMG_4319small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWbvDOoUOI/AAAAAAAAAxM/FuA-nQTOYOA/s320/IMG_4319small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131178583081373922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple shot. The cameraman is finally seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWaADOoUDI/AAAAAAAAAv0/qQnHD1gBCqM/s1600-h/IMG_4280mall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWaADOoUDI/AAAAAAAAAv0/qQnHD1gBCqM/s320/IMG_4280mall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131176676115894322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aza and I. Loved her dress to absolute bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWbvjOoUPI/AAAAAAAAAxU/02Iqey2xhEQ/s1600-h/IMG_4321small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWbvjOoUPI/AAAAAAAAAxU/02Iqey2xhEQ/s320/IMG_4321small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131178591671308530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben, Min-On and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWa_TOoUMI/AAAAAAAAAw8/dUq6j7E2aSc/s1600-h/IMG_4304small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWa_TOoUMI/AAAAAAAAAw8/dUq6j7E2aSc/s320/IMG_4304small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131177762742620354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Akil and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWaATOoUEI/AAAAAAAAAv8/yeWeZ7wBbZ8/s1600-h/IMG_4281small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWaATOoUEI/AAAAAAAAAv8/yeWeZ7wBbZ8/s320/IMG_4281small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131176680410861634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zheng, who finally found a dress for ball. and it looks awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWaBDOoUFI/AAAAAAAAAwE/--y6Pv7qFL0/s1600-h/IMG_4282small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWaBDOoUFI/AAAAAAAAAwE/--y6Pv7qFL0/s320/IMG_4282small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131176693295763538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gwennie and I. Loved her dress too! Sooo pretty. Yes.. the dress. And you too, dear. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWbwjOoURI/AAAAAAAAAxk/vUFcvWqS_oU/s1600-h/IMG_4340small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWbwjOoURI/AAAAAAAAAxk/vUFcvWqS_oU/s320/IMG_4340small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131178608851177746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tjen and I... yea...pretty picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWaBTOoUGI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Oif9rxsmr5E/s1600-h/IMG_4284small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWaBTOoUGI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Oif9rxsmr5E/s320/IMG_4284small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131176697590730850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daphers and her pappers. Mammers became the camerawoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... the fishies were not left out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWYVTOoT9I/AAAAAAAAAvE/HAAD3umvh-w/s1600-h/IMG_4268mall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWYVTOoT9I/AAAAAAAAAvE/HAAD3umvh-w/s320/IMG_4268mall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131174842164858834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWaBzOoUHI/AAAAAAAAAwU/pPN9nM6MJzQ/s1600-h/IMG_4286small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWaBzOoUHI/AAAAAAAAAwU/pPN9nM6MJzQ/s320/IMG_4286small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131176706180665458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eh,..er... LoLs. The picture speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWYSjOoT5I/AAAAAAAAAuk/Z8JsVHLwUps/s1600-h/IMG_4261small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWYSjOoT5I/AAAAAAAAAuk/Z8JsVHLwUps/s320/IMG_4261small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131174794920218514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big shark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daph, Tjen and I also spent quite a while in front of the slideshow. We were attempting to captre pictures of ourselves pointing like idiots at pictures of ourselves. yeaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWa9TOoUJI/AAAAAAAAAwk/kkU0ara1_mc/s1600-h/IMG_4294small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWa9TOoUJI/AAAAAAAAAwk/kkU0ara1_mc/s320/IMG_4294small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131177728382881938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bunningyong!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWa-TOoUKI/AAAAAAAAAws/NVGIR44pZvw/s1600-h/IMG_4295small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWa-TOoUKI/AAAAAAAAAws/NVGIR44pZvw/s320/IMG_4295small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131177745562751138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;St. Kilda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Took pictures with Jane and Gayle who are my EAP and lit tutor respectively. Gayle did not even recognize Zane! Yes... you do look that grubby in real life, Zane. JK :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWYTTOoT7I/AAAAAAAAAu0/LEjhjHobq1M/s1600-h/IMG_4265mall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWYTTOoT7I/AAAAAAAAAu0/LEjhjHobq1M/s320/IMG_4265mall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131174807805120434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWYTjOoT8I/AAAAAAAAAu8/sKNSSJwrB6w/s1600-h/IMG_4266small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWYTjOoT8I/AAAAAAAAAu8/sKNSSJwrB6w/s320/IMG_4266small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131174812100087746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but certainly not the least... the few magical moments captured with you, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWXijOoT2I/AAAAAAAAAuM/_sSaHgXR5qc/s1600-h/IMG_4251small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWXijOoT2I/AAAAAAAAAuM/_sSaHgXR5qc/s320/IMG_4251small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131173970286497634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWXhjOoT0I/AAAAAAAAAt8/A-U9WlABzzU/s1600-h/IMG_4249small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWXhjOoT0I/AAAAAAAAAt8/A-U9WlABzzU/s320/IMG_4249small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131173953106628418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWXizOoT3I/AAAAAAAAAuU/Qsyqgrm6YD0/s1600-h/IMG_4255mall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWXizOoT3I/AAAAAAAAAuU/Qsyqgrm6YD0/s320/IMG_4255mall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131173974581464946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWbvzOoUQI/AAAAAAAAAxc/vlOrhKKkUfY/s1600-h/IMG_4330small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWbvzOoUQI/AAAAAAAAAxc/vlOrhKKkUfY/s320/IMG_4330small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131178595966275842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I Love U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The ball was alright... but it was definitely the company that made the night so much more worthwhile. Apparently, Daniel and I won 'Best Hairdo' awards which were presented to us by Jane. :D (Sorry i didn't get a picture with you, Daniel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWcITOoUSI/AAAAAAAAAxs/XzuxsTekeN8/s1600-h/IMG_4351small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWcITOoUSI/AAAAAAAAAxs/XzuxsTekeN8/s320/IMG_4351small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131179016873070882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; P.S  JIN JIANG!!! Look at what you missed!! Now i don't have a nice picture with you!! You owe me one at valedictory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2582388847645441563-1240863387568901327?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/1240863387568901327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=1240863387568901327' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/1240863387568901327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/1240863387568901327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/11/trinity-ball-07.html' title='Trinity Ball 07'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/RzWWCjOoTvI/AAAAAAAAAtU/AqwKIw1ZPaE/s72-c/IMG_4172small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-1475810772690674283</id><published>2007-10-29T22:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:52:39.016+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Tagged by Rachel......</title><content type='html'>My baby sis tagged me with a quiz made by a friend of hers. I'm bored. So... yeaaap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASHWEE'S QUIZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIST OUT THE TOP 5 PRESENTS YOU WISH FOR: (note that these are in random order :D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) I'm torn between 4 pairs of heels that i saw at Windsor Smith at DFO. Silver. Gold. Black. Red. Uber pretty... [no pictures. soon]&lt;br /&gt;(b) A red and white striped spag-strap top.&lt;br /&gt;(c) Coloured shorts/ mini-skirts. A beige pair of shorts. i bought a pale yellow pair which fits like a dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RyXFae13dyI/AAAAAAAAAs8/zYQpAMuNWPU/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RyXFae13dyI/AAAAAAAAAs8/zYQpAMuNWPU/s320/Image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126720809577445154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(d) Summer dresses.&lt;br /&gt;(e) Summer tops. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST OUT THE REASONS FOR YOUR CHOICES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) I'm a heel-person. And these heels are sooooo pweeeettty. *melts into a puddle*&lt;br /&gt;(b) Absolutely in love with stripes. And i love the combination of red and white. So.. yeap&lt;br /&gt;(c) duh... summer.&lt;br /&gt;(d) refer to (c)&lt;br /&gt;(e) previous 2 reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE PERSON WHO TAGG-ED YOU IS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RyXGTu13d0I/AAAAAAAAAtM/T5LgPADsCHs/s1600-h/IMG_2316small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RyXGTu13d0I/AAAAAAAAAtM/T5LgPADsCHs/s320/IMG_2316small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126721793124955970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 IMPRESSIONS OF HIM/HER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) I adore her.&lt;br /&gt;(b) She bought me my preeeety sandals! Making me love her more :D&lt;br /&gt;(c) She is just as big a shopaholic as me.&lt;br /&gt;(d) One of the two bestest baby sisters in the world. lub you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOST MEMORABLE THINGS HE/SHE HAS DONE FOR YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many. From getting me snacks when i'm too lazy...to helping me search every Vincci in KL and Kuching (there's only one store) for my beloved sandals. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOST LOVED INVENTION(does not need to be technologically advance):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping. My beloved past time. hur hur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RyXFbO13dzI/AAAAAAAAAtE/1smSjsfVSyE/s1600-h/Image076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RyXFbO13dzI/AAAAAAAAAtE/1smSjsfVSyE/s320/Image076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126720822462347058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU DESPISE THE MOST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being hungry and not getting my way. :) i do realise how self-absorbed that sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 PEOPLE YOU WANNA TAG:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Roger&lt;br /&gt;- Daph&lt;br /&gt;- Tjen&lt;br /&gt;- Sally&lt;br /&gt;- Sjane and MTYP (they share a blog, dammit. Therefore, it's counted as 1)&lt;br /&gt;- Mel Ting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-1475810772690674283?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/1475810772690674283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=1475810772690674283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/1475810772690674283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/1475810772690674283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/10/got-tagged-by-rachel.html' title='Got Tagged by Rachel......'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/RyXFae13dyI/AAAAAAAAAs8/zYQpAMuNWPU/s72-c/Image022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-6534253967279422585</id><published>2007-10-29T21:02:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T21:17:49.812+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RyWyPO13dtI/AAAAAAAAAsU/WPWCY7JpK7E/s1600-h/IMG_4178small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RyWyPO13dtI/AAAAAAAAAsU/WPWCY7JpK7E/s320/IMG_4178small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126699725582989010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Absolute pretties which i saw on campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a happy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out that my final exam paper is on the 27th. Which means that I get to celebrate a birthday without having to worry about exams and that i get to spend a week with my hun before he goes home. We'll have fun, k dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Roger came down to the city to show Parn (Roger's friend) their new apartment. But yea.. they could only see it on Wednesday. Since he was in the city, my hun met up with me and we had lunch together and he walked me to class. I can't wait for uni, dear. Just to have us together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that.. i got quite a few surprises in my mailbox when i got home. Don't you just get such a little buzz upon finding a package among your mail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RyWyP-13duI/AAAAAAAAAsc/zyqeejMtIQw/s1600-h/IMG_4189small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RyWyP-13duI/AAAAAAAAAsc/zyqeejMtIQw/s320/IMG_4189small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126699738467890914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweetest got me a necklace with the cutest pendant that I've been searching for. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RyWyQ-13dwI/AAAAAAAAAss/KutETioUP6o/s1600-h/IMG_4192small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RyWyQ-13dwI/AAAAAAAAAss/KutETioUP6o/s320/IMG_4192small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126699755647760130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RyWyRe13dxI/AAAAAAAAAs0/pMZBCYi0m1M/s1600-h/IMG_4195small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RyWyRe13dxI/AAAAAAAAAs0/pMZBCYi0m1M/s320/IMG_4195small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126699764237694738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a little wrapped present. So cute and i fell in love with it :D Thank you, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... Parn lent me some new DVDs. Thanks, Parn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RyWyQe13dvI/AAAAAAAAAsk/M3mVJbN7-C8/s1600-h/IMG_4191small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RyWyQe13dvI/AAAAAAAAAsk/M3mVJbN7-C8/s320/IMG_4191small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126699747057825522" 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/2582388847645441563-6534253967279422585?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/6534253967279422585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=6534253967279422585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/6534253967279422585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/6534253967279422585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-happy-day.html' title='Happy Happy Day'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RyWyPO13dtI/AAAAAAAAAsU/WPWCY7JpK7E/s72-c/IMG_4178small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-6980367325908464782</id><published>2007-10-29T01:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T01:40:34.367+11:00</updated><title type='text'>aihhhhs</title><content type='html'>am soooooo not feeling pretty now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only human to compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times i wish i wasn't human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-6980367325908464782?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/6980367325908464782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=6980367325908464782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/6980367325908464782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/6980367325908464782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/10/aihhhhs.html' title='aihhhhs'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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-2582388847645441563.post-8417648421148121586</id><published>2007-10-27T15:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T15:24:03.851+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Malu!!!</title><content type='html'>Roger and i decided to take advantage of the gorgeous weather and go shopping. Melbourne is lovely when it' sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were walking towards the city, we walked pass a pile of fallen road-blockers. Yea.. those orange looking things. Anyway.. This is how the convo went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roger: Hey.. should i be a good Samaritan and pick those up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cel: Err... don't know. Up to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Roger thinks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*10 seconds later*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roger: Nah... don't want la. Later i chip or break my nail..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SWEAT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were at JayJays and i was trying on a pair of skinny jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came out, waiting for Roger's comments. And he just gave me a rather scrunched up looking face. Yeap... a sign that it's not good. I commented that the jeans made my butt look big. He nodded in agreement!!! he nodded!!!???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got 'angry'. I changed out of the jeans and threw them out the top of the changing room's door....hoping that it slap hima cross the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped out to have him smirking in ma face. I asked what was so funny. And Rog went.. 'You hit that guy.' *points to guy who was waiting for his gf in the next cubicle* The guy just smiles at me. Gawd!!! I'm such a loser. I felt so so bad. And all my dearest could do was smirk at me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-8417648421148121586?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/8417648421148121586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=8417648421148121586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/8417648421148121586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/8417648421148121586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/10/malu.html' title='Malu!!!'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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-2582388847645441563.post-9088616198646148749</id><published>2007-10-26T00:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T00:25:52.038+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly A Gift</title><content type='html'>Daddy sent a DVD of a movie he claimed i HAD to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few years back, Daddy gave me a book.. again.. one that i HAD to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Ultimate Gift' is the title of both book and movie. And it has changed my viewpoint, my heart and currently, the way my eyes look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is written by Jim Stovall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a story with a rather cliche theme of 'money isn't everything'. how there are so many aspects of life we are ignorant to. In this story.. there are a few gifts. I can't remember the exact figure. Among the gifts were the gift of work, of money, of family, of knowledge, of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some points, i looked at the main character (played by the gorgeous Drew Fuller) and saw myself. How i spend incessantly without thinking (and probably feeling guilty later). How i think my world is limited to what i see in big cities, in towns. I thought little of life elsewhere. I thought little of others. Yes... i am a selfish being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all merely human. We try our best to give all we can and to please everyone. But sometimes that is unattainable. I feel that it is not the quantity or the price tag on the gift.. be it $100,000,000 or $1,600 or a dollar. It's the heart and emotions that give value to the gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can say is.. beautiful story. I've cried so much that i'm feeling rather heady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my parents, sisters and grandparents back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.americanchronicle.com/articlePics/article21764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.americanchronicle.com/articlePics/article21764.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emol.org/film/archives/heartlandfilmfestival/images/DrewFuller_JamesGarner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://emol.org/film/archives/heartlandfilmfestival/images/DrewFuller_JamesGarner.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the grandpa who's leaving him an inheritance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/nicol_leoraine/Images/Drew_Fuller01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/nicol_leoraine/Images/Drew_Fuller01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HIM&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/2582388847645441563-9088616198646148749?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/9088616198646148749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=9088616198646148749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/9088616198646148749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/9088616198646148749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/10/truly-gift.html' title='Truly A Gift'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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-2582388847645441563.post-9086230452369984654</id><published>2007-10-17T21:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:17:24.668+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Me</title><content type='html'>I have been crying non-stop since i got home. cried in the shower. cried while doing chem reports. crying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel upset... sad..angry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm stressed from all the work and my presentation thi friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm upset about not being able to buy the things i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooo upset that i don't have new shoes coming.. i cried in the stupid bookshop when my mum called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm angry at myself for forgetting mummy's b'day and hearing my sis say i'm a bad daughter.. even though she meant it jokingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad cause i miss home. i miss my parents. i miss my sisters. i miss my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right now..&lt;br /&gt;i feel angry at him for not being able to make all this go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for feeling like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-9086230452369984654?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/9086230452369984654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=9086230452369984654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/9086230452369984654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/9086230452369984654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-hate-me.html' title='I Hate Me'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-542595820291437819</id><published>2007-10-03T02:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T02:35:17.304+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Q &amp; A</title><content type='html'>Roger has been going on and on about how my blog is becoming more popular than his and how we always end up posting the same things. So, he suggested combining our blogs. Any thoughts on the matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 2nd question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RwJzIjk76II/AAAAAAAAAsM/8h9jugbxPR8/s1600-h/bag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RwJzIjk76II/AAAAAAAAAsM/8h9jugbxPR8/s320/bag.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116778717472614530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;should i?&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/2582388847645441563-542595820291437819?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/542595820291437819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=542595820291437819' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/542595820291437819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/542595820291437819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/10/q.html' title='Q &amp; A'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/RwJzIjk76II/AAAAAAAAAsM/8h9jugbxPR8/s72-c/bag.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-6620785521291848702</id><published>2007-10-03T02:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T02:27:17.990+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking eggs</title><content type='html'>Yes... i was actually pining for eggs. Egg sandwich. Scrambled eggs. Omelet with onions and bacon. Pak-loh eggs. Anything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Roger suggested and supervised the method for the making of my sunny-side up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made eggs in an oven. Cracked a raw egg onto the tray which had been sprayed with oil and let it 'bake' in the oven before scraping it off onto a plate to be devoured by yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RwJtPjk76FI/AAAAAAAAAr0/ajMLZpWOusA/s1600-h/IMG_3948small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RwJtPjk76FI/AAAAAAAAAr0/ajMLZpWOusA/s320/IMG_3948small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116772240661932114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;heheheh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RwJtPzk76GI/AAAAAAAAAr8/U4gGjw9zCi0/s1600-h/IMG_3953small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RwJtPzk76GI/AAAAAAAAAr8/U4gGjw9zCi0/s320/IMG_3953small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116772244956899426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it looks like a fried egg and tastes just as awesome. I was ecstatic and have been making myself eggs almost everyday since this discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RwJtQTk76HI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Yp7VYRLolMQ/s1600-h/IMG_3950small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RwJtQTk76HI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Yp7VYRLolMQ/s320/IMG_3950small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116772253546834034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, using this method of cooking eggs, the eggs almost resemble plastic toys once removed from the oven. And when over-cooked (which is what cel did!), a solid layer of almost plastic-like rigidity is formed over the eggs and it seriously feels like you're eating a toy egg. Trust me, it's not pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making hard-boiled eggs is still rather elusive. I tried pouring hot water over them and leaving them to heat up in a covered mug. End up with runny half-boiled eggs. YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;Thought about microwaving it but it'll explode. So i did some google-ing, hoping to find a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CELEST%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kaden.watch.impress.co.jp/cda/static/image/2006/11/10/egrg.top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://kaden.watch.impress.co.jp/cda/static/image/2006/11/10/egrg.top.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The container which makes microwaved eggs possible looks like an egg too. how cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kaden.watch.impress.co.jp/cda/static/image/2006/11/10/egrg_C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://kaden.watch.impress.co.jp/cda/static/image/2006/11/10/egrg_C.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 eggs can fit in this. Made in Japan. Mummy... find me one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S If you're wondering why i'm not simply using a stove and pot of boiling water/frying pan, it's because there is no stove in my room and i have to succumb to such nutty methods to satisfy my egg cravings.&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/2582388847645441563-6620785521291848702?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/6620785521291848702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=6620785521291848702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/6620785521291848702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/6620785521291848702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/10/cooking-eggs.html' title='Cooking eggs'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/RwJtPjk76FI/AAAAAAAAAr0/ajMLZpWOusA/s72-c/IMG_3948small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-2371453259620430182</id><published>2007-10-03T01:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T02:01:26.674+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Items</title><content type='html'>This post is very much linked to the shopping posts. Yes... loads of new stuff. And there have been requests to upload shots of them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear in mind that these are the more significant and recent buys... and there are some others which i have not taken pictures of yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RwJlqzk75-I/AAAAAAAAAq8/zANDPiO71N8/s1600-h/IMG_3931mall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RwJlqzk75-I/AAAAAAAAAq8/zANDPiO71N8/s320/IMG_3931mall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116763912720345058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new grey bag which i carry absolutely everywhere. From my hun. Bought from Sportsgirl. I love and adore it to bits and FYI, there is still plastic and paper stuffings in the 2 front pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RwJlrjk75_I/AAAAAAAAArE/SLB3cWm_cpM/s1600-h/IMG_3932mall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RwJlrjk75_I/AAAAAAAAArE/SLB3cWm_cpM/s320/IMG_3932mall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116763925605246962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new clear bag from Country Road which i got for about $24 as i have a membership card and was entitled to discount. Used it to the beach. :D Pretty eh? Roger says that it's such a novelty and that i'll get bored of it soon. For now... am loving it to absolute biiits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RwJlrzk76AI/AAAAAAAAArM/sNYo3oox_kE/s1600-h/IMG_3934small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RwJlrzk76AI/AAAAAAAAArM/sNYo3oox_kE/s320/IMG_3934small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116763929900214274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tiffany &amp;amp; Co-esque necklace. So so pretty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RwJlsTk76BI/AAAAAAAAArU/MstHdOeIMnU/s1600-h/IMG_3940mall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RwJlsTk76BI/AAAAAAAAArU/MstHdOeIMnU/s320/IMG_3940mall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116763938490148882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new jeans!!!! The BEST buy of the lot. I have been eye-ing jeans like these ever since i saw Sjane's Levi's Princess Jeans. Was so absolutely envious. Then, i saw these a month ago. Lusted over them and pondered over whether i should get them. It's a dark pair of boot-cut jeans with diamente appliqués on the back pockets. So... i waited and waited and waited some more. Now got them for 50% off. Happy happy cel!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RwJlsjk76CI/AAAAAAAAArc/JN99xVy3Zc0/s1600-h/IMG_3942mall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RwJlsjk76CI/AAAAAAAAArc/JN99xVy3Zc0/s320/IMG_3942mall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116763942785116194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As summer is coming and the sun starts shining once again, bikinis are beckoning. Got these cute set for $10. heheh.... and they look cute on me too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RwJqDDk76DI/AAAAAAAAArk/lfQ1jcuwJF4/s1600-h/IMG_3945mall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RwJqDDk76DI/AAAAAAAAArk/lfQ1jcuwJF4/s320/IMG_3945mall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116768727378683954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two new dinner-tops. Each at $12.50. Again, was eye-ing these for the longest time. And i snapped them up when there was a 65% off sale. Oh happy happy me. And they go so sexily with the jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RwJqDTk76EI/AAAAAAAAArs/vTiRg08MsfE/s1600-h/IMG_3946small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RwJqDTk76EI/AAAAAAAAArs/vTiRg08MsfE/s320/IMG_3946small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116768731673651266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I do realise that this is bag no. 3 in the list but just look at it!! It's sooooooo pretty!!!! It even has a cluster of charms attached.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-2371453259620430182?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/2371453259620430182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=2371453259620430182' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/2371453259620430182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/2371453259620430182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/10/items.html' title='The Items'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RwJlqzk75-I/AAAAAAAAAq8/zANDPiO71N8/s72-c/IMG_3931mall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-8267478394878586179</id><published>2007-09-26T22:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T23:07:07.161+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Escapades</title><content type='html'>Since the beginning of hols, i have been shopping an awwwful lot. Mostly with my hun. Have walked the city, bridge rd, chapel st, dfo spencer, smith st... i have quite a lot of goodies. :D but that's another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..... as the title suggests, Roger and i get a lil' crazy when we shop. Yes... you'll soon see what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hun and i went walking around Myer and David Jones. Suuuuper ex stuff! So we settled for trying on all the lovelies and the fuglies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RvpOz0qToMI/AAAAAAAAApc/bvTHDWK4_RE/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RvpOz0qToMI/AAAAAAAAApc/bvTHDWK4_RE/s320/Image039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114486979049005250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picnic cloth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RvpO0UqToPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/UP_L2zM0-6o/s1600-h/Image067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RvpO0UqToPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/UP_L2zM0-6o/s320/Image067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114486987638939890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pink crocs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get in on the action. So i grabbed myself a rather cute pair of crocs. Did you know that there is a group on Facebook called 'I don't care how comfortable crocs are but they are ugly things'. Not the exact words but you get the gist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RvpO0UqToOI/AAAAAAAAAps/kXa34NNxXlg/s1600-h/Image066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RvpO0UqToOI/AAAAAAAAAps/kXa34NNxXlg/s320/Image066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114486987638939874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When i told Roger that i considered buying them, he said that my feet would SMELL from being in rubber shoes... LoL *phee-eww*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RvpO0EqToNI/AAAAAAAAApk/vqUycRdKLNo/s1600-h/Image065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RvpO0EqToNI/AAAAAAAAApk/vqUycRdKLNo/s320/Image065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114486983343972562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Red crocs. Slightly more manly... (yea right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RvpSkkqToXI/AAAAAAAAAq0/QUtSVnxA434/s1600-h/Image068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RvpSkkqToXI/AAAAAAAAAq0/QUtSVnxA434/s320/Image068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114491115102511474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just HAD to try on these Burberry wellies. SOOOOOO cute le. Like.. Paddington bear with style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RvpQuEqToRI/AAAAAAAAAqE/QcBWHJmFtx8/s1600-h/Image069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RvpQuEqToRI/AAAAAAAAAqE/QcBWHJmFtx8/s320/Image069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114489079288013074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jimmy Choo!!! *lust*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RvpQuEqToSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/YbnCp6IMBCM/s1600-h/Image070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RvpQuEqToSI/AAAAAAAAAqM/YbnCp6IMBCM/s320/Image070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114489079288013090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Manolos i tried. Look at Big Foot there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RvpQuUqToTI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ppqqGhAhlDI/s1600-h/Image071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RvpQuUqToTI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ppqqGhAhlDI/s320/Image071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114489083582980402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A whopping $1300. *heart breaks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After Myer and David Jones, Roger and i headed back walking through Swanston St. We stopped in one of those little souvenir stores to just have a look-see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RvpQukqToUI/AAAAAAAAAqc/AX6XsAOY33c/s1600-h/Image072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RvpQukqToUI/AAAAAAAAAqc/AX6XsAOY33c/s320/Image072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114489087877947714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RvpQukqToVI/AAAAAAAAAqk/WJw1m2kbo1w/s1600-h/Image073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RvpQukqToVI/AAAAAAAAAqk/WJw1m2kbo1w/s320/Image073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114489087877947730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ginormous tea cups. Probably inspired by Alice in Wonderland. yes... he really had to camwhore with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to DFO today. Bought meself a cute little bikini. Pics later. That aside, look at this horrifying sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RvpRn0qToWI/AAAAAAAAAqs/W3-4y-EylYw/s1600-h/IMG_3928small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RvpRn0qToWI/AAAAAAAAAqs/W3-4y-EylYw/s320/IMG_3928small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114490071425458530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHHHH!!! I think i've gone blind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2582388847645441563-8267478394878586179?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/8267478394878586179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=8267478394878586179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/8267478394878586179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/8267478394878586179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/09/shopping-escapades.html' title='Shopping Escapades'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RvpOz0qToMI/AAAAAAAAApc/bvTHDWK4_RE/s72-c/Image039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-7415986635710569806</id><published>2007-09-12T23:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T23:46:37.797+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dots!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is Dots' 18th birthday. yes... she's no little girl anymore. *sniff* they grow up so fast, don't they? i still love you loads, dots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group had planned a surprise on Monday and we put it into action after school. I called Daph under the pretense that Roger and I were fighting. She believed it and came up to console me. When she walked through the door, i STILL had to act because the boys didn't jump out as planned (the boys were hiding in the toilet with a box full of lit krispy kremes). So yes... was trying incredibly hard not to laugh. grr. i hope you liked it, daph :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RufpEgtwVcI/AAAAAAAAAn8/qIhQs0dagJw/s1600-h/IMG_3813small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RufpEgtwVcI/AAAAAAAAAn8/qIhQs0dagJw/s320/IMG_3813small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109308565985711554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prettttyyyy~~~~ but yes.. in the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we all had dinner at Ying Thai 2 (anyone know where Ying Thai 1 is?) thanks to Daph's wonderful mama. Thanks auntie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RufpFAtwVdI/AAAAAAAAAoE/KxNG3Ungd_k/s1600-h/IMG_3822small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RufpFAtwVdI/AAAAAAAAAoE/KxNG3Ungd_k/s320/IMG_3822small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109308574575646162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daph's cake. Tiramisu. Read the inscription. So manja!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RufpGAtwVeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/o2gH7GG8VzY/s1600-h/IMG_3826small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RufpGAtwVeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/o2gH7GG8VzY/s320/IMG_3826small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109308591755515362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daph and her mama. hehe. thought it was a cute pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back to my place to cam whore... as the girls realised that we don't have a group photo.&lt;br /&gt;The cam whoring took place all over my tiny room. With photos imitating my babe surfing... a nice group photo... and even loads of pics in the bathroom... well.. in the shower to be more precise... :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RufpGQtwVfI/AAAAAAAAAoU/fFl6T32o1Mg/s1600-h/IMG_3829small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RufpGQtwVfI/AAAAAAAAAoU/fFl6T32o1Mg/s320/IMG_3829small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109308596050482674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally... a complete group photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RufpHAtwVgI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ytjr4eaR5CY/s1600-h/IMG_3836small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RufpHAtwVgI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ytjr4eaR5CY/s320/IMG_3836small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109308608935384578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My screen!!! ewwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RufptwtwVhI/AAAAAAAAAok/peeuFhiXOyU/s1600-h/IMG_3837small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RufptwtwVhI/AAAAAAAAAok/peeuFhiXOyU/s320/IMG_3837small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109309274655315474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RufpuAtwViI/AAAAAAAAAos/7hpLdl86EII/s1600-h/IMG_3839small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RufpuAtwViI/AAAAAAAAAos/7hpLdl86EII/s320/IMG_3839small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109309278950282786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Princess Daph~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RufpugtwVjI/AAAAAAAAAo0/VZZbePv_zyk/s1600-h/IMG_3843small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RufpugtwVjI/AAAAAAAAAo0/VZZbePv_zyk/s320/IMG_3843small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109309287540217394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Queen Tjen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had pictures with the 'subjects' too but i didn't look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RufqHAtwVmI/AAAAAAAAApM/cP1ZK4xsS1E/s1600-h/IMG_3851small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RufqHAtwVmI/AAAAAAAAApM/cP1ZK4xsS1E/s320/IMG_3851small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109309708447012450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us in my 2 by 3 feet cubicle of a shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RufpvQtwVlI/AAAAAAAAApE/iuLxTAFw6Jw/s1600-h/IMG_3850small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RufpvQtwVlI/AAAAAAAAApE/iuLxTAFw6Jw/s320/IMG_3850small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109309300425119314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cel's unskilled photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RufpuwtwVkI/AAAAAAAAAo8/lG9wsm0-NPs/s1600-h/IMG_3849small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RufpuwtwVkI/AAAAAAAAAo8/lG9wsm0-NPs/s320/IMG_3849small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109309291835184706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where the shower gets turned on and Tjen and Ben get drenched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RufqHgtwVnI/AAAAAAAAApU/ZXvpqqQfWL0/s1600-h/IMG_3852small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RufqHgtwVnI/AAAAAAAAApU/ZXvpqqQfWL0/s320/IMG_3852small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109309717036947058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The final shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There will be other photos... i promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daphers~ again... Happy Birthday dear!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;XOXOX&lt;/span&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/2582388847645441563-7415986635710569806?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/7415986635710569806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=7415986635710569806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/7415986635710569806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/7415986635710569806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-dots.html' title='Happy Birthday Dots!!!!'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/RufpEgtwVcI/AAAAAAAAAn8/qIhQs0dagJw/s72-c/IMG_3813small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-4660668573941541306</id><published>2007-09-09T19:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T19:33:27.811+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I have ISSUES!!!</title><content type='html'>I have a major major shopping issue!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all those who know me relatively-well should be aware of... i am an absolute shopaholic and i visit the shops every week ( i wish i could every day.. but i do practise some form of self-discipline!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just musing to myself today... about my recent buys.. (awesome ones) like my skinny white jeans for $10, my $5 flats and $12 dinner tops....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post pics after they're washed as i will actually wear them when they're clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... i thought about starting up 'Shopaholics Anonymous'.... like those help groups for alcoholics and druggies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placing myself in the mentioned scenario,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellow Shopaholic (FS) : It's been a bad week... i've shopped an awful lot and bought a lot of new                                                           things... like...like...these heels and this bag!! I couldn't resist...They                                                 were on SALE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cel: OMG!! Those are such PRETTY shoes... *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FS: Go get them!! They're still on sale!! And they even have them in white,black, navy blue and&lt;br /&gt;        baby pink! They're an investment! We (females) will always need heels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cel: (thinks to self: I SHOULD NOT spend!) hmm... i could use a new pair of heels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes... scrape that idea. I'll embrace the shopping goddess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heels&lt;br /&gt;Bags&lt;br /&gt;Jackets&lt;br /&gt;Tops&lt;br /&gt;Dresses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehhe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-4660668573941541306?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/4660668573941541306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=4660668573941541306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/4660668573941541306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/4660668573941541306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-issues.html' title='I have ISSUES!!!'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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-2582388847645441563.post-5978156254923591533</id><published>2007-09-09T18:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T19:34:19.496+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiments Gone Wrong</title><content type='html'>Chem pracs are getting more and more..... *searches for word*.... 'interesting'... (i suppose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been doing and making an awful lot of weirdness lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuO0b8VY2dI/AAAAAAAAAm0/8Lt2qIZrH_0/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuO0b8VY2dI/AAAAAAAAAm0/8Lt2qIZrH_0/s320/Image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108124794513578450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Green crystals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuO0b8VY2eI/AAAAAAAAAm8/1d4Woik3gGo/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuO0b8VY2eI/AAAAAAAAAm8/1d4Woik3gGo/s320/Image014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108124794513578466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An array of nails, embedded in cyanide-ridden agar-agar (ang mohs call it agar [a-ger], unlike our agar [a-gar] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuO0cMVY2fI/AAAAAAAAAnE/q-OyGJWdrtE/s1600-h/Image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuO0cMVY2fI/AAAAAAAAAnE/q-OyGJWdrtE/s320/Image057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108124798808545778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flubber... it dances too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can compare with the weird-ness that is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuO1dMVY2iI/AAAAAAAAAnc/rxf4bN3uDl0/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuO1dMVY2iI/AAAAAAAAAnc/rxf4bN3uDl0/s320/Image060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108125915500042786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Slime-eating Crispy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuO1dMVY2jI/AAAAAAAAAnk/RvHyN43vdy4/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuO1dMVY2jI/AAAAAAAAAnk/RvHyN43vdy4/s320/Image061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108125915500042802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tongue-out, slime-fascinated Cherry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuO0ccVY2hI/AAAAAAAAAnU/_y3OfVY4OGg/s1600-h/Image059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuO0ccVY2hI/AAAAAAAAAnU/_y3OfVY4OGg/s320/Image059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108124803103513106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goo-nose Vincent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuO1dcVY2kI/AAAAAAAAAns/q_riAu2SCS8/s1600-h/Image062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuO1dcVY2kI/AAAAAAAAAns/q_riAu2SCS8/s320/Image062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108125919795010114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;webbed-hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And... the elusive....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuO1_MVY2lI/AAAAAAAAAn0/O8NXWbTVZg0/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuO1_MVY2lI/AAAAAAAAAn0/O8NXWbTVZg0/s320/Image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108126499615595090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!!Goggled cam monster!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahhahahaha&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/2582388847645441563-5978156254923591533?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/5978156254923591533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=5978156254923591533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/5978156254923591533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/5978156254923591533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/09/experiments-gone-wrong.html' title='Experiments Gone Wrong'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuO0b8VY2dI/AAAAAAAAAm0/8Lt2qIZrH_0/s72-c/Image015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-4197572171416269222</id><published>2007-09-09T18:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T18:50:25.399+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Candle Lights</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been one of many twinkly lights..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th Birthday Tian! Hope you like your present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuOxLMVY2YI/AAAAAAAAAmM/R9zhaO772oE/s1600-h/IMG_3726small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuOxLMVY2YI/AAAAAAAAAmM/R9zhaO772oE/s320/IMG_3726small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108121208215886210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my dearest, a Happy 6th month! I hope it was a good day for you :D Krispy Kreme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuOx8cVY2cI/AAAAAAAAAms/Q-XZdH9FW0A/s1600-h/IMG_3740small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuOx8cVY2cI/AAAAAAAAAms/Q-XZdH9FW0A/s320/IMG_3740small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108122054324443586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The donut with all the pretty candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuOxLsVY2aI/AAAAAAAAAmc/cUc6HPJ54DA/s1600-h/IMG_3748small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuOxLsVY2aI/AAAAAAAAAmc/cUc6HPJ54DA/s320/IMG_3748small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108121216805820834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just realise that we look like fraternal twins blowing out our b'day candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuOxL8VY2bI/AAAAAAAAAmk/kbXapQSBkGA/s1600-h/IMG_3749small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuOxL8VY2bI/AAAAAAAAAmk/kbXapQSBkGA/s320/IMG_3749small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108121221100788146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The result of jabbing the candles too roughly into a donut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuOxKsVY2XI/AAAAAAAAAmE/lGziYdi8yoE/s1600-h/hun+and+ismall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuOxKsVY2XI/AAAAAAAAAmE/lGziYdi8yoE/s320/hun+and+ismall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108121199625951602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;3&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/2582388847645441563-4197572171416269222?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/4197572171416269222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=4197572171416269222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/4197572171416269222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/4197572171416269222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/09/candle-lights.html' title='Candle Lights'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/RuOxLMVY2YI/AAAAAAAAAmM/R9zhaO772oE/s72-c/IMG_3726small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-7650930033953011164</id><published>2007-09-05T20:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T20:41:56.559+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Day... My Joys</title><content type='html'>I do realise how absolutely bimbotic the title is but the only appropriate word to describe today has to be 'pretty'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside evan burge there is a beautiful blossoming tree. i just had to capture it and all its splendor in the morning light.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rt6F4MVY2TI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Cm_2gQ-0iGA/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rt6F4MVY2TI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Cm_2gQ-0iGA/s320/Image048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106666227914823986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rt6FAcVY2NI/AAAAAAAAAk0/3o3olxLVhT8/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rt6FAcVY2NI/AAAAAAAAAk0/3o3olxLVhT8/s320/Image040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106665270137116882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yes... my new shiny, pretty necklace is yet another joy... i do realise that it's just a necklace.. but it sure brightened my day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rt6F3sVY2SI/AAAAAAAAAlc/2u48fgBE_po/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rt6F3sVY2SI/AAAAAAAAAlc/2u48fgBE_po/s320/Image044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106666219324889378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rt6F4sVY2VI/AAAAAAAAAl0/aFt8N-X-eEk/s1600-h/Image056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rt6F4sVY2VI/AAAAAAAAAl0/aFt8N-X-eEk/s320/Image056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106666236504758610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed Hannah the pictures i took of the tree.  She said these trees don't last very long.. a week at the very most. Imagine how shattered i heard to hear... So.. Hannah and I decided to cam-whore with the tree. yes... the TREE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rt6FBMVY2PI/AAAAAAAAAlE/OhBAWonCjI0/s1600-h/Image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rt6FBMVY2PI/AAAAAAAAAlE/OhBAWonCjI0/s320/Image054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106665283022018802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rt6FBsVY2RI/AAAAAAAAAlU/7Ezb1ZuafnI/s1600-h/Image052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rt6FBsVY2RI/AAAAAAAAAlU/7Ezb1ZuafnI/s320/Image052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106665291611953426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rt6FBcVY2QI/AAAAAAAAAlM/-dZHuMI0HvM/s1600-h/Image053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rt6FBcVY2QI/AAAAAAAAAlM/-dZHuMI0HvM/s320/Image053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106665287316986114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rt6F4cVY2UI/AAAAAAAAAls/sLIDBqdYVa8/s1600-h/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rt6F4cVY2UI/AAAAAAAAAls/sLIDBqdYVa8/s320/Image055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106666232209791298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is to another joy in my life... my beloved... don't stress too much, dear. you will do awesome. i have the utmost faith and confidence in your brilliance and capabilities. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rt6F4sVY2WI/AAAAAAAAAl8/UE9UUcqG07c/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rt6F4sVY2WI/AAAAAAAAAl8/UE9UUcqG07c/s320/Image041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106666236504758626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes... that is a HIDEOUS jacket that i forced him into. But just look at gorgeous him.. Feeling all fuzzy inside. Miss you... You're my Joy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-7650930033953011164?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/7650930033953011164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=7650930033953011164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/7650930033953011164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/7650930033953011164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/09/pretty-day-my-joys.html' title='Pretty Day... My Joys'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rt6F4MVY2TI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Cm_2gQ-0iGA/s72-c/Image048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-5564627225608526257</id><published>2007-09-03T19:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T19:55:36.277+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Performance</title><content type='html'>Twas' an awesome sight to behold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we all did great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and am now labeled as 'the bitch' ever so affectionately by Zane. uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post up pics when tjen gives me my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-5564627225608526257?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/5564627225608526257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=5564627225608526257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/5564627225608526257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/5564627225608526257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/09/drama-performance.html' title='Drama Performance'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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-2582388847645441563.post-5779115548946873948</id><published>2007-09-01T21:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T21:05:59.630+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Many Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Will i ever change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will anything else matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i stop feeling like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i be remembered for it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will they remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i ever stop crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i ever be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it ever be enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this pain go away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i realise my mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will my cries and shouts be heard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this emptiness disappear?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-5779115548946873948?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/5779115548946873948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=5779115548946873948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/5779115548946873948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/5779115548946873948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/09/too-many-thoughts.html' title='Too Many Thoughts'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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-2582388847645441563.post-1637741275277492096</id><published>2007-08-29T23:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:35:53.301+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusting</title><content type='html'>We got back our EAP essays today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was alright... but yes.. my results weren't as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt; as Crispy's and Hannah's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt; results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtV0mcVY2II/AAAAAAAAAkM/yiQMkSH9WlM/s1600-h/IMG_3632small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtV0mcVY2II/AAAAAAAAAkM/yiQMkSH9WlM/s320/IMG_3632small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104113956484077698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtV0msVY2JI/AAAAAAAAAkU/eM3fFGz80Hk/s1600-h/IMG_3634small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtV0msVY2JI/AAAAAAAAAkU/eM3fFGz80Hk/s320/IMG_3634small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104113960779045010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crispy's absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt; result!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtV0m8VY2KI/AAAAAAAAAkc/CxNaWLL2jkI/s1600-h/IMG_3628small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtV0m8VY2KI/AAAAAAAAAkc/CxNaWLL2jkI/s320/IMG_3628small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104113965074012322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My not so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt; result!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtV0ncVY2LI/AAAAAAAAAkk/W5CxM5w5TWA/s1600-h/IMG_3638small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtV0ncVY2LI/AAAAAAAAAkk/W5CxM5w5TWA/s320/IMG_3638small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104113973663946930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disgusting&lt;/span&gt; people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still love you guys~ and we're still going to DFO Essendon right? To spend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disgustingly &lt;/span&gt;large sums of money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtV0ncVY2MI/AAAAAAAAAks/SML8K8Nh0_U/s1600-h/IMG_3637small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtV0ncVY2MI/AAAAAAAAAks/SML8K8Nh0_U/s320/IMG_3637small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104113973663946946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a lighter note, Soon-Tzu made a little boat and insisted we take a picture of his artwork. I call it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Paper Boat On Table That Is Suppose To Be The Sea'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Soon-Tzu Speechley&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/2582388847645441563-1637741275277492096?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/1637741275277492096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=1637741275277492096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/1637741275277492096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/1637741275277492096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/08/disgusting.html' title='Disgusting'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtV0mcVY2II/AAAAAAAAAkM/yiQMkSH9WlM/s72-c/IMG_3632small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-6821328303001690523</id><published>2007-08-29T23:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:24:29.994+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Excursions</title><content type='html'>Our HOI tute had an excursion to the NGV (National Gallery of Victoria).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought...*yawn*.. but upon stepping into the sleek and modern halls.. i was hooked! I was so enthralled that i forgot to take pictures!!!! I soooo want to go back again.. and i can.... cause i know how to get there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtVxCMVY2HI/AAAAAAAAAkE/oMfg-mdhn5s/s1600-h/IMG_3626small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtVxCMVY2HI/AAAAAAAAAkE/oMfg-mdhn5s/s320/IMG_3626small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104110035178936434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I WANT this MIRROR!! It was in the 18th-19th century European art hall... Toooo gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In the hall were loads of paintings of groups of people and portraits. Art in that period was suuuper freaky. The eyes of the people actually 'follow' you as you walk. It's as if they were really staring at you. Yes... Chien Ying and I looked like total idiots gliding side to side in front of the portraits. There was also and absolutely stunning portrait of an upper middle class girl in a gorgeous pink gown!!! i want a portrait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtVxB8VY2GI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Ngl9UxcivsM/s1600-h/IMG_3625small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtVxB8VY2GI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Ngl9UxcivsM/s320/IMG_3625small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104110030883969122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being a fan of Egyptian art and history, i also had to take a picture of this sarcophagus. I would love to go back to check out the Egyptian section...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.. i got 'reprimanded' by a gallery custodian, telling me to turn off my flash when taking pictures. *oops*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to go back there. Any willing volunteers? I'm afraid something might POP up from the sarcophagus to get me if i'm all alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1f/Mummy.jpg/450px-Mummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1f/Mummy.jpg/450px-Mummy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2582388847645441563-6821328303001690523?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/6821328303001690523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=6821328303001690523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/6821328303001690523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/6821328303001690523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/08/excursions.html' title='Excursions'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtVxCMVY2HI/AAAAAAAAAkE/oMfg-mdhn5s/s72-c/IMG_3626small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-5867331784967311220</id><published>2007-08-29T22:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:09:54.191+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste of Home</title><content type='html'>On Saturday,...i think... Roger took me to Wonton house cause Gwen told me that they have awesome century egg porridge and Roger relished the thought of wonton mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, there was much cam whoring... hence the massive photo upload i'm about to undertake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First...pictures of...ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. there are some blurry and really hideous shots but yes... Roger was the camera-man with arthritic hands so do forgive him... yes.. he's relatively old..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtVtAsVY1-I/AAAAAAAAAi8/QIqsRZZ9JYM/s1600-h/IMG_3612small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtVtAsVY1-I/AAAAAAAAAi8/QIqsRZZ9JYM/s320/IMG_3612small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104105611362621410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1: The 'you wanna choi-su?' face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtVtA8VY1_I/AAAAAAAAAjE/YhsUiWHPzaQ/s1600-h/IMG_3614small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtVtA8VY1_I/AAAAAAAAAjE/YhsUiWHPzaQ/s320/IMG_3614small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104105615657588722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2: Blowing the porridge. Not exactly attractive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtVtBMVY2AI/AAAAAAAAAjM/na-AucbyC7s/s1600-h/IMG_3615small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtVtBMVY2AI/AAAAAAAAAjM/na-AucbyC7s/s320/IMG_3615small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104105619952556034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3: HIDEOUS!!! look at the eyebags!!!! Refer to the picture below for comparisons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://english.people.com.cn/200609/15/images/panda2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://english.people.com.cn/200609/15/images/panda2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok... it actually looks cuter than me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtVtBcVY2BI/AAAAAAAAAjU/ZN9aI_ww2iM/s1600-h/IMG_3616small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtVtBcVY2BI/AAAAAAAAAjU/ZN9aI_ww2iM/s320/IMG_3616small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104105624247523346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4: getting there...but blurry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtVtBsVY2CI/AAAAAAAAAjc/F29_-J4lCT4/s1600-h/IMG_3619small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtVtBsVY2CI/AAAAAAAAAjc/F29_-J4lCT4/s320/IMG_3619small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104105628542490658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5: TA-DA! Me... sexily sipping my porridge.... *geezz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The super-starved, arthritic camera-man who was so eager to dig in that he was oblivious to me taking pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtVuccVY2DI/AAAAAAAAAjk/jUl7xMkLPpQ/s1600-h/IMG_3623small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtVuccVY2DI/AAAAAAAAAjk/jUl7xMkLPpQ/s320/IMG_3623small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104107187615619122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtVuc8VY2EI/AAAAAAAAAjs/P7e-pcMMFVY/s1600-h/IMG_3621small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtVuc8VY2EI/AAAAAAAAAjs/P7e-pcMMFVY/s320/IMG_3621small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104107196205553730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtVudMVY2FI/AAAAAAAAAj0/TLrSjXwpw8w/s1600-h/IMG_3622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtVudMVY2FI/AAAAAAAAAj0/TLrSjXwpw8w/s320/IMG_3622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104107200500521042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super super awesome porridge!! I ate half before i remembered to take a picture&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/2582388847645441563-5867331784967311220?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/5867331784967311220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=5867331784967311220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/5867331784967311220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/5867331784967311220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/08/taste-of-home.html' title='Taste of Home'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtVtAsVY1-I/AAAAAAAAAi8/QIqsRZZ9JYM/s72-c/IMG_3612small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-7041089318100544604</id><published>2007-08-27T00:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:48:39.695+10:00</updated><title type='text'>HOI made HISTORY</title><content type='html'>HOI (History of Ideas) is a subject i'm currently taking at TCFS. for those who have studied in M'sia, it's like Sejarah but requires you to analyze history and reflect on it. sorta like.. 'those who do not remember the past are doomed to repeat it.....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes... so... we did an essay in june.. and one..in august&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe me, it's a hell lot of an accomplishment to finish it and it always calls for a celebration!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result....... much cam-whoring ensued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOI ESSAY 1 &lt;/span&gt;(i do realise how long overdue these are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGOjMVY1yI/AAAAAAAAAhc/6m4A1fE8WtU/s1600-h/IMG_3247small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGOjMVY1yI/AAAAAAAAAhc/6m4A1fE8WtU/s320/IMG_3247small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103016588044982050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YESSS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGOjcVY1zI/AAAAAAAAAhk/oE_0qisKlTo/s1600-h/IMG_3249small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGOjcVY1zI/AAAAAAAAAhk/oE_0qisKlTo/s320/IMG_3249small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103016592339949362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGOj8VY11I/AAAAAAAAAh0/lNhhSIgsV4c/s1600-h/IMG_3252small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGOj8VY11I/AAAAAAAAAh0/lNhhSIgsV4c/s320/IMG_3252small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103016600929883986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;elusive&lt;/span&gt; Essay Receipt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGOjsVY10I/AAAAAAAAAhs/PkfA52x2sa8/s1600-h/IMG_3250small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGOjsVY10I/AAAAAAAAAhs/PkfA52x2sa8/s320/IMG_3250small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103016596634916674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;*hallelujah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGOkMVY12I/AAAAAAAAAh8/Q78kzcIe7BA/s1600-h/IMG_3254small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGOkMVY12I/AAAAAAAAAh8/Q78kzcIe7BA/s320/IMG_3254small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103016605224851298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And later that night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGNzcVY1tI/AAAAAAAAAg0/D3BjY1wVcsw/s1600-h/DSC02282small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGNzcVY1tI/AAAAAAAAAg0/D3BjY1wVcsw/s320/DSC02282small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103015767706228434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mooses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGN0cVY1vI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sqEEhslhPzI/s1600-h/DSC02375small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGN0cVY1vI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sqEEhslhPzI/s320/DSC02375small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103015784886097650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGNz8VY1uI/AAAAAAAAAg8/1PE21pHg_x4/s1600-h/DSC02338small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGNz8VY1uI/AAAAAAAAAg8/1PE21pHg_x4/s320/DSC02338small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103015776296163042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tigers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGN0sVY1wI/AAAAAAAAAhM/SJqbUOXUbag/s1600-h/DSC02406small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGN0sVY1wI/AAAAAAAAAhM/SJqbUOXUbag/s320/DSC02406small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103015789181064962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; warped&lt;/span&gt; 'L' (little genius, aren't i?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGN1MVY1xI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FOobQ7rHkV8/s1600-h/DSC02411small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGN1MVY1xI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FOobQ7rHkV8/s320/DSC02411small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103015797770999570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOI ESSAY 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGPgsVY18I/AAAAAAAAAis/LdDnD8bolI8/s1600-h/DSC00145small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGPgsVY18I/AAAAAAAAAis/LdDnD8bolI8/s320/DSC00145small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103017644606937026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGPMsVY13I/AAAAAAAAAiE/TdyYIypOYFQ/s1600-h/DSC00129small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGPMsVY13I/AAAAAAAAAiE/TdyYIypOYFQ/s320/DSC00129small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103017301009553266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*slaps forehead* so lala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGPNMVY14I/AAAAAAAAAiM/izV4qJKJbtI/s1600-h/DSC00137small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGPNMVY14I/AAAAAAAAAiM/izV4qJKJbtI/s320/DSC00137small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103017309599487874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was soooo Soon-Tzu's idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGPNcVY15I/AAAAAAAAAiU/fL-2o00BodU/s1600-h/DSC00139small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGPNcVY15I/AAAAAAAAAiU/fL-2o00BodU/s320/DSC00139small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103017313894455186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our 'mug shots' (i was trying not to smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGPNsVY16I/AAAAAAAAAic/YVa0XQFnidc/s1600-h/DSC00140small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGPNsVY16I/AAAAAAAAAic/YVa0XQFnidc/s320/DSC00140small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103017318189422498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGPg8VY19I/AAAAAAAAAi0/aMxDIlJsc9c/s1600-h/DSC00149small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGPg8VY19I/AAAAAAAAAi0/aMxDIlJsc9c/s320/DSC00149small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103017648901904338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGPN8VY17I/AAAAAAAAAik/carO4BEsld0/s1600-h/DSC00144small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGPN8VY17I/AAAAAAAAAik/carO4BEsld0/s320/DSC00144small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103017322484389810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hell yeah!&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/2582388847645441563-7041089318100544604?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/7041089318100544604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=7041089318100544604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/7041089318100544604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/7041089318100544604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/08/hoi-made-history.html' title='HOI made HISTORY'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGOjMVY1yI/AAAAAAAAAhc/6m4A1fE8WtU/s72-c/IMG_3247small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-1696295382294369495</id><published>2007-08-26T23:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:09:35.507+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged - My End to A Baaaad Day</title><content type='html'>Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Each blogger must post these rules first.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 little goodies about yours truly~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;one - i'm not as blonde as you think i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two - i suck at handling confrontations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three -  i'm suuper-convincing playing the two-faced bitch (ask my drama members, they'll&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;explain my role)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four - i am head-over-heels-mad-crazy in love with scottish and irish accents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five - i want to shop...yes...right now... at 12 midnite aus time. oh yes...i'm a shopaholic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six - i can belch as loudly as my bf (find him for confirmation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven - i'm deathly afraid of the movie '&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0116996/"&gt;Mars Attack&lt;/a&gt;' &lt;--- click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (it's not funny, guys!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eight - i have problems telling people how special they are and how much i love them.&lt;br /&gt;               Thank you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tag.... Roger, Rachel, Dots, Tjen, Tiff, Sjane, MTYP, Jeremiah (who hopefully hasn't buried his blog just yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGJgsVY1sI/AAAAAAAAAgs/hs2Zj_y1ssI/s1600-h/IMG_2734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGJgsVY1sI/AAAAAAAAAgs/hs2Zj_y1ssI/s320/IMG_2734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103011047537170114" 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/2582388847645441563-1696295382294369495?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/1696295382294369495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=1696295382294369495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/1696295382294369495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/1696295382294369495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/08/tagged-my-end-to-baaaad-day.html' title='Tagged - My End to A Baaaad Day'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/RtGJgsVY1sI/AAAAAAAAAgs/hs2Zj_y1ssI/s72-c/IMG_2734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-2827811495933785645</id><published>2007-08-20T18:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T18:40:21.209+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>I've got this 'list' made up of all the things i want. I find that things have a way of coming into my possession once they are made into a list. Or is it just me being idealistic? you decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, thank you dear... for making some of them come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RslPisVY1nI/AAAAAAAAAgE/E54mv8XR430/s1600-h/IMG_3526small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RslPisVY1nI/AAAAAAAAAgE/E54mv8XR430/s320/IMG_3526small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100695510408812146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new dress which i just HAD to camwhore with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RslPi8VY1oI/AAAAAAAAAgM/URZ0VQ-N2Lw/s1600-h/Image071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RslPi8VY1oI/AAAAAAAAAgM/URZ0VQ-N2Lw/s320/Image071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100695514703779458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here it is on the Supre online shopping network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RslPjMVY1pI/AAAAAAAAAgU/3PlHZg7APT4/s1600-h/IMG_3529small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RslPjMVY1pI/AAAAAAAAAgU/3PlHZg7APT4/s320/IMG_3529small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100695518998746770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new outfit... belt was from dearest. And yes.. i had to camwhore again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RslPjMVY1qI/AAAAAAAAAgc/kC0EOzfLPUQ/s1600-h/Image075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RslPjMVY1qI/AAAAAAAAAgc/kC0EOzfLPUQ/s320/Image075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100695518998746786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ta-da *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RslPjcVY1rI/AAAAAAAAAgk/PSUbFHZq8BQ/s1600-h/IMG_3610small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RslPjcVY1rI/AAAAAAAAAgk/PSUbFHZq8BQ/s320/IMG_3610small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100695523293714098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pretty necklace...from him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is actually quite a story to be told about the necklace. I had fallen in love with it. Love at first sight, i suppose. So... i went back to the shop in hopes of buying it... but... it sold out!!!!!! I was so incredibly mortified and broken. My heart sank....  Sigh... i was so broken. Roger kept trying to cheer me up and even offered to buy me another present. Then... lightning struck! There's another Sportsgirl on Bourke!!! I rushed there as fast as my feet could carry me... pulling Roger in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hanging on the shelves... so pretty and sparkly, was my necklace....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-2827811495933785645?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/2827811495933785645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=2827811495933785645' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/2827811495933785645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/2827811495933785645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/08/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/RslPisVY1nI/AAAAAAAAAgE/E54mv8XR430/s72-c/IMG_3526small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-184554730254918495</id><published>2007-08-20T18:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T18:12:29.107+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Bother?</title><content type='html'>Common experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We devote our time and effort into something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have the others just take from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, be my guest. Cel doesn't mind. Cel is always so sickeningly accommodating an nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to have you say it to my face, or even to have it implied that my efforts were unappreciated.... Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oA*A&amp;@64e8q7t4r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awuog97tr 02    9 6or987&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#@$$%#^$&amp;%*(&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so incredibly stupid and used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell... why bother with Cel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell.... I'm always saying 'I'm fine...'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-184554730254918495?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/184554730254918495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=184554730254918495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/184554730254918495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/184554730254918495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-bother.html' title='Why Bother?'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-8679707620351054653</id><published>2007-08-14T19:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:58:12.355+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Before....... After</title><content type='html'>Tjen, Daph and I always seem to touch on this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me decide to do a comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all noticed some weight gain since arriving in 'large portions-loads of yummy gelati-beef in almost every meal' Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We commented on how some of us have 'developed' more cheeks and how things don't seem to fit as well anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my first 3 months here, i lost 3 kilos. My theory is that my body was adjusting to the dramatic change from being driven to walking everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RsF715IJEHI/AAAAAAAAAf0/uNXp_chOpyM/s1600-h/cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RsF715IJEHI/AAAAAAAAAf0/uNXp_chOpyM/s320/cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098492418958364786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BEFORE: During excursions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RsF72JIJEII/AAAAAAAAAf8/ZkrNZ85wSYA/s1600-h/cropped+after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RsF72JIJEII/AAAAAAAAAf8/ZkrNZ85wSYA/s320/cropped+after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098492423253332098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AFTER: Most recently at Jeremiah and Tiff's B'day Celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You be the judge.&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Justify Full" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-8679707620351054653?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/8679707620351054653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=8679707620351054653' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/8679707620351054653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/8679707620351054653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/08/before-after.html' title='Before....... After'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/RsF715IJEHI/AAAAAAAAAf0/uNXp_chOpyM/s72-c/cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-1862666018612503684</id><published>2007-08-12T20:18:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T20:43:54.111+10:00</updated><title type='text'>LIT LECTURES, hazardous.</title><content type='html'>Been meaning to blog about this but just been too busy to upload the pictures into my comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, in Lit lecture, Hannah, Katie and I got terribly bored and decided to occupy ourselves with much needed and highly entertaining cam-whoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, we were already getting warmed up before lecture and had already cam-whored under the lovely sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rr7fpZIJD4I/AAAAAAAAAd8/gUJTZuWjZUQ/s1600-h/%7Ekatie014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rr7fpZIJD4I/AAAAAAAAAd8/gUJTZuWjZUQ/s320/%7Ekatie014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097757730442645378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rr7fpJIJD3I/AAAAAAAAAd0/QjY2boxKUg4/s1600-h/%7Ekatie001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rr7fpJIJD3I/AAAAAAAAAd0/QjY2boxKUg4/s320/%7Ekatie001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097757726147678066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do realise how deathly pale i look now. It's the lack of sun. I miss Malaysian weather. I really really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we learned in lit lecture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rr7fppIJD5I/AAAAAAAAAeE/AvqTLMm5Vmo/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rr7fppIJD5I/AAAAAAAAAeE/AvqTLMm5Vmo/s320/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097757734737612690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah does have a few attempts to look 'pai'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rr7fp5IJD7I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mRlhR-DvbMA/s1600-h/Image051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rr7fp5IJD7I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mRlhR-DvbMA/s320/Image051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097757739032580018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a vain pot and a cam whore.(yea...as if we didn't already know that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rr7fppIJD6I/AAAAAAAAAeM/y6SJ0xosSQ4/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rr7fppIJD6I/AAAAAAAAAeM/y6SJ0xosSQ4/s320/Image032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097757734737612706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celeste should not shake the camera too much when cam-whoring and should try to get a better angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rr7gbpIJEAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/PHmKNzDVd14/s1600-h/Image058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rr7gbpIJEAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/PHmKNzDVd14/s320/Image058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097758593731072002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celeste is a bad photographer. She never learns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rr7hppIJEBI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Xxexr4n6H_E/s1600-h/Image059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rr7hppIJEBI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Xxexr4n6H_E/s320/Image059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097759933760868370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is it better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rr7gbZIJD-I/AAAAAAAAAes/fzvgMXdNzq8/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rr7gbZIJD-I/AAAAAAAAAes/fzvgMXdNzq8/s320/Image048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097758589436104674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celeste does actually pay attention in lectures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rr7gbJIJD9I/AAAAAAAAAek/PlJ-5Zksm6Q/s1600-h/Image049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rr7gbJIJD9I/AAAAAAAAAek/PlJ-5Zksm6Q/s320/Image049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097758585141137362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Further evidence proves the aforementioned statement as Celeste proceeds to make notes. (EAP-ish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rr7ga5IJD8I/AAAAAAAAAec/oXGiOcQPPwo/s1600-h/Image052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rr7ga5IJD8I/AAAAAAAAAec/oXGiOcQPPwo/s320/Image052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097758580846170050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah is a cam-whore too. Someone behind us doesn't look too amused. scarry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rr7gbpIJD_I/AAAAAAAAAe0/iP0wvMRvD3o/s1600-h/Image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rr7gbpIJD_I/AAAAAAAAAe0/iP0wvMRvD3o/s320/Image057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097758593731071986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah loves me and has taken an awesome shot. Although i must say...bad eye-bags!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And yes... i did learn something about Fahrenheit 451, which is the book we're reading..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2582388847645441563-1862666018612503684?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/1862666018612503684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=1862666018612503684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/1862666018612503684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/1862666018612503684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/08/lit-lectures-hazardous.html' title='LIT LECTURES, hazardous.'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rr7fpZIJD4I/AAAAAAAAAd8/gUJTZuWjZUQ/s72-c/%7Ekatie014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-6481907183499222344</id><published>2007-08-09T23:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:06:52.801+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Menstrual Syndrome (PMS)</title><content type='html'>There's a dinner i have to attend tomorrow at Roger's boarding house. I was trying on various outfits (as always) and finally concluding that yes.. i have absolutely nothing to wear (as always).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it must be the PMS (post, not pre) talking. I looked in the mirror and mind you, i have a big-ass mirror, and felt ugly and fat and chubby. I'm sorry ok... but we all have our 'fat' days. Today was mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger had just left an hour before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being my usual PMS-y self... i got pissy. I hung up the phone, turned it off and refused to reply to any of his messages on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger, being the sweet and caring life-form that he is, took the cab down to the city to see me. (I'm sorry, dear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked in...  and gave me the biggest hug ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down and finally brought myself to explaining what was wrong. (yes... i know... the reasons are trivial and petty!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he just sat there.. stroking my hair and holding my hands as i cried my freaking eyes and heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i finished, he looked me in the eyes and told me that i am gorgeous, i am pretty and that in his eyes, noone else can compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so loved, so secure, so wanted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to tell him how much he means to me. How important he is to me. How my world would crash without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all you have done and sacrificed for me, my darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry... for hurting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-6481907183499222344?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/6481907183499222344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=6481907183499222344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/6481907183499222344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/6481907183499222344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/08/post-menstrual-syndrome-pms.html' title='Post Menstrual Syndrome (PMS)'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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-2582388847645441563.post-4570508051803783374</id><published>2007-08-09T23:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T23:46:30.369+10:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Months</title><content type='html'>9th August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it pass 3 months and have reached the 5th month. Amazing how fast time flies and how amazing it all has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger came down to the city for a while today to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After prac, went to krispy kreme to get the donuts and to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must add, he walked right pass me without seeing me. Did i look that different? Was the ipod THAT distracting? He walked pass me towards krispy kreme, where i told him i was 10 minutes before he arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was an incredible day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RrsZx5IJD0I/AAAAAAAAAdc/InMA7sGBJps/s1600-h/IMG_3454small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RrsZx5IJD0I/AAAAAAAAAdc/InMA7sGBJps/s320/IMG_3454small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096695748239101762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RrsZyZIJD1I/AAAAAAAAAdk/qwP9N-pT-Jc/s1600-h/IMG_3456small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RrsZyZIJD1I/AAAAAAAAAdk/qwP9N-pT-Jc/s320/IMG_3456small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096695756829036370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RrsZy5IJD2I/AAAAAAAAAds/Jnk0OYNKSoU/s1600-h/IMG_3455small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RrsZy5IJD2I/AAAAAAAAAds/Jnk0OYNKSoU/s320/IMG_3455small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096695765418970978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S If you're wondering, why the krispy kremes... well.. look back on &lt;a href="http://www.rogerrrr.blogspot.com"&gt;Roger's&lt;/a&gt; pass entries. It was a bonding factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, hun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-4570508051803783374?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/4570508051803783374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=4570508051803783374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/4570508051803783374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/4570508051803783374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/08/5-months.html' title='5 Months'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/RrsZx5IJD0I/AAAAAAAAAdc/InMA7sGBJps/s72-c/IMG_3454small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-4473262941871389370</id><published>2007-08-08T00:33:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T00:38:35.364+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate How Much This Hurts</title><content type='html'>I do realize that it's all in the past, in HIS past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But reading back, i find myself constantly comparing and wondering and being my oh-so cynical self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things he says...the way its all said. He says them to me now dammit! what am i suppose to think? to feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's soooo absolutely ridiculous how i feel... it's been months. Soon to be 5 months this Thursday. Suppose to be krispy kreme-ing with candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why do i feel so dejected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So petty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So confused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat shattered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And crummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no justifiable reason for my rants now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep glancing at my phone. To check for time (have a 9 o'clock class) and there is also a lingering hope that he would somehow sense my insecurities and call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-4473262941871389370?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/4473262941871389370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=4473262941871389370' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/4473262941871389370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/4473262941871389370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/08/hate-how-much-this-hurts.html' title='Hate How Much This Hurts'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-7405219227389305669</id><published>2007-07-29T20:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:51:52.662+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sunday</title><content type='html'>After church, Roger and i walked through Melb Central to get to KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked pass a pet store with the most precious and noisiest puppies ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was literally squealing with delight and snapping pictures of them. They were all sooo fluffy and round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxpZpIJDfI/AAAAAAAAAa0/XgmFRE6DqK0/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxpZpIJDfI/AAAAAAAAAa0/XgmFRE6DqK0/s320/Image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092561167906835954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxpZ5IJDgI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9ai7X-DXLHw/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxpZ5IJDgI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9ai7X-DXLHw/s320/Image023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092561172201803266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxpZ5IJDhI/AAAAAAAAAbE/lwlOT4Ssa08/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxpZ5IJDhI/AAAAAAAAAbE/lwlOT4Ssa08/s320/Image024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092561172201803282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zane... can we buy? I want boh....so cute. I know you want tooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After finding KFC closed, we headed to the one in QV. After lunch, Roger and i visited Laguna.. an Asian grocers. It's like a mini-Safeway. Seriously, shopping in there was like being back home again. There were all kinds of junk food and stuff which i could only find back home. All my local kuihs and biscuits. So...i couldn't resist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxrQ5IJDnI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ndMrv4-hbww/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxrQ5IJDnI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ndMrv4-hbww/s320/Image030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092563216606236274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jap gummy candy which could only be bought in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxrRJIJDoI/AAAAAAAAAb8/D9RDHkK5zXo/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxrRJIJDoI/AAAAAAAAAb8/D9RDHkK5zXo/s320/Image031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092563220901203586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peach flavor. Wanted the grape one but they sold out. I will go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxrRJIJDpI/AAAAAAAAAcE/PFsJUookQRA/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxrRJIJDpI/AAAAAAAAAcE/PFsJUookQRA/s320/Image032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092563220901203602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Peanut biscuit... sooo good. Roger thought it was 'ok' but yes...i have been deprived of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxqxpIJDiI/AAAAAAAAAbM/C-4l2BZFH9o/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxqxpIJDiI/AAAAAAAAAbM/C-4l2BZFH9o/s320/Image025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092562679735324194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some candy which Roger was ecstatic to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rqxqx5IJDjI/AAAAAAAAAbU/69azmkBo3vs/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rqxqx5IJDjI/AAAAAAAAAbU/69azmkBo3vs/s320/Image026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092562684030291506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rqxqx5IJDkI/AAAAAAAAAbc/OH1Q3sU-PAc/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rqxqx5IJDkI/AAAAAAAAAbc/OH1Q3sU-PAc/s320/Image027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092562684030291522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The peanuts which Papa always eats back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxqyJIJDlI/AAAAAAAAAbk/NEQRMq6yjlk/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxqyJIJDlI/AAAAAAAAAbk/NEQRMq6yjlk/s320/Image028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092562688325258834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My honeycomb biscuit. But it didn't look too good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxqyJIJDmI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Ivw9wD0lsaY/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxqyJIJDmI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Ivw9wD0lsaY/s320/Image029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092562688325258850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rabbit sweettt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxrRZIJDqI/AAAAAAAAAcM/OunYeC4Ig9s/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxrRZIJDqI/AAAAAAAAAcM/OunYeC4Ig9s/s320/Image033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092563225196170914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't resist so started to pig-out once i stepped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxrrZIJDsI/AAAAAAAAAcc/C9v2yopb7Nk/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxrrZIJDsI/AAAAAAAAAcc/C9v2yopb7Nk/s320/Image034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092563671872769730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All my buys...yeap...bought lychee drink too. Roger found kopi teng (coffee candy) and NesVita..whatever that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxrRZIJDrI/AAAAAAAAAcU/nopDzXwW4pk/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxrRZIJDrI/AAAAAAAAAcU/nopDzXwW4pk/s320/Image035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092563225196170930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this!!!! It's called 'Ball Cake' on the packaging.. SOOOO HAPPY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger suggested that we try the fondue set. So we set it all up on the carpet in my room, like we were camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxrrpIJDuI/AAAAAAAAAcs/TfSC3zzkqOU/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxrrpIJDuI/AAAAAAAAAcs/TfSC3zzkqOU/s320/Image037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092563676167737058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rqxrr5IJDvI/AAAAAAAAAc0/zEumyGfkJIY/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rqxrr5IJDvI/AAAAAAAAAc0/zEumyGfkJIY/s320/Image038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092563680462704370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxrrZIJDtI/AAAAAAAAAck/DN6ZOWgq0_8/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxrrZIJDtI/AAAAAAAAAck/DN6ZOWgq0_8/s320/Image036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092563671872769746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rqxr_JIJDxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/3yeQcKgBgkE/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rqxr_JIJDxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/3yeQcKgBgkE/s320/Image040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092564011175186194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look whose monster toes are those?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rqxr_JIJDyI/AAAAAAAAAdM/WDXF0Tbvi8Q/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rqxr_JIJDyI/AAAAAAAAAdM/WDXF0Tbvi8Q/s320/Image041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092564011175186210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxrsJIJDwI/AAAAAAAAAc8/jODaI6l9jXM/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxrsJIJDwI/AAAAAAAAAc8/jODaI6l9jXM/s320/Image039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092563684757671682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YUUUMM~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Roger seemed to enjoy it and kept adding marshmallows to the pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes...and Roger got me a new pair of earrings which i love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rqxr_ZIJDzI/AAAAAAAAAdU/cHfMjI9Kh4w/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rqxr_ZIJDzI/AAAAAAAAAdU/cHfMjI9Kh4w/s320/Image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092564015470153522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank You dear~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-7405219227389305669?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/7405219227389305669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=7405219227389305669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/7405219227389305669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/7405219227389305669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-sunday.html' title='My Sunday'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxpZpIJDfI/AAAAAAAAAa0/XgmFRE6DqK0/s72-c/Image022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-5714691725881182004</id><published>2007-07-29T19:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:06:17.968+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pud Thai and Gang Dang</title><content type='html'>Had dinner at Ying Thai 2. An awesome thai restaurant at Lygon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Pud Thai which is basically thai fried noodles... Roger is absolutely in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i had Gang Dang, which is thai red curry. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxmMZIJDUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/WkO-GJ81yiQ/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxmMZIJDUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/WkO-GJ81yiQ/s320/Image019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092557641738685762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beef Pud Thai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxmMpIJDVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/x5TSqDT6xzs/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxmMpIJDVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/x5TSqDT6xzs/s320/Image020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092557646033653074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pork Red Curry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxmMpIJDWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/2tAWiSnwtk8/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxmMpIJDWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/2tAWiSnwtk8/s320/Image021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092557646033653090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with rice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;happy tummy..... *yums*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-5714691725881182004?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/5714691725881182004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=5714691725881182004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/5714691725881182004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/5714691725881182004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/07/pud-thai-and-gang-dang.html' title='Pud Thai and Gang Dang'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxmMZIJDUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/WkO-GJ81yiQ/s72-c/Image019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-3764934833451834650</id><published>2007-07-29T13:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T19:59:41.381+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Haircut</title><content type='html'>After 8 months of scissor-free hair... decided that it was about time to get a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE:&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, Roger came down to the city to meet me after my HOI lecture. I was trembling in my boots, nerve-wracked over a possible disaster of a haircut, as it always seems to happen. Maybe i'm just too fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxMaJIJDJI/AAAAAAAAAYE/a7d6AS1hVRI/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxMaJIJDJI/AAAAAAAAAYE/a7d6AS1hVRI/s320/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092529290659564690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURING:&lt;br /&gt;After having my hair washed and blow-dried i had to wait for my hair to be cut. Met Darren (from Lodge) there, getting a hair-cut too. And the stylist was cutting his before mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... i decided to occupy myself with what else but cam-whoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxeIJIJDNI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ONQWX3Lvae0/s1600-h/27072007%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxeIJIJDNI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ONQWX3Lvae0/s320/27072007%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092548772631219410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxeIJIJDOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/kUEw4iSBBjk/s1600-h/27072007%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxeIJIJDOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/kUEw4iSBBjk/s320/27072007%28008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092548772631219426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxfFpIJDQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TksK7_fH6bo/s1600-h/27072007%28011%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxfFpIJDQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TksK7_fH6bo/s320/27072007%28011%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092549829193174274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxfFJIJDPI/AAAAAAAAAY0/UjjJ70fidd4/s1600-h/27072007%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxfFJIJDPI/AAAAAAAAAY0/UjjJ70fidd4/s320/27072007%28009%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092549820603239666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxeHpIJDKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/13aOYZRYYJs/s1600-h/27072007%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxeHpIJDKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/13aOYZRYYJs/s320/27072007%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092548764041284770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxeH5IJDLI/AAAAAAAAAYU/8vNbzZ8aZaU/s1600-h/27072007%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxeH5IJDLI/AAAAAAAAAYU/8vNbzZ8aZaU/s320/27072007%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092548768336252082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxeH5IJDMI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ZqxHh7kSIiY/s1600-h/27072007%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxeH5IJDMI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ZqxHh7kSIiY/s320/27072007%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092548768336252098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman somewhere behind us is the manager and the stylist who did my hair. And yes..she was also the one responsible for the 'poodle' incident during Roger's Formals. So, you can only imagine how terrified i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, Roger came up with ANOTHER theory on how my hair might end up butchered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger had gotten his hair cut at Kairos (name of salon) twice already. And apparently, the ladies working there were extremely friendly with him and even commented that he looked like Rain..the Korean superstar. *coughs* *rolls over dead from laughing*. Anyway.... Roger said that my stylist kept looking over in our direction, smiling. Roger insisted that she was smiling in HIS direction. *coughs* Roger added fire to the fuel by claiming that the woman would indeed butcher my hair as a means of getting him to leave me for her. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole cut... (and the woman was swishing the scissors through my hair like nuts to layer my hair.) i must say...i was quite pleased with my hair. At the end of my cut, the stylist asked Roger (of all people) if my hair was short enough!! Roger??! Whose hair is it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxfFpIJDRI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Ejr2uz0hEiM/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxfFpIJDRI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Ejr2uz0hEiM/s320/Image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092549829193174290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxfF5IJDSI/AAAAAAAAAZM/9RZbq8GbaIw/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxfF5IJDSI/AAAAAAAAAZM/9RZbq8GbaIw/s320/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092549833488141602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxfF5IJDTI/AAAAAAAAAZU/x3K-nfT1VWw/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxfF5IJDTI/AAAAAAAAAZU/x3K-nfT1VWw/s320/Image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092549833488141618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-3764934833451834650?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/3764934833451834650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=3764934833451834650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/3764934833451834650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/3764934833451834650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/07/haircut.html' title='The Haircut'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqxMaJIJDJI/AAAAAAAAAYE/a7d6AS1hVRI/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-581338538091899986</id><published>2007-07-28T03:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T03:25:36.195+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Know What You Are Worth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqomZJIJDHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/seK2-Eh7ipw/s1600-h/IMG_3286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqomZJIJDHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/seK2-Eh7ipw/s320/IMG_3286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091924542084418674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you see that image of gorgeous-ness and sweetness? No...not me. Yes...HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading his blog, i just wanted to make a grand gesture for him. As a means of showing him how much he is worth, how incredibly special he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hun expected something but didn't end up getting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of all people certainly understand the pain of that. Especially when you feel that you deserved it. Especially when you worked so hard for it. Especially when it could potentially affect the course of your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hun, i can't tell you to forget it and that it will all be ok. I know that right now, it doesn't feel 'ok'. I'm not going to force you to feel better, to try and forget this because i know how much it meant to you... I know it was important, but dear, i need you to know that it's not the end of the world. There are opportunities that await you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hun, know how wonderful you are. It's just too bad that they were too blind to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how wonderful of a person you are, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sweet and always put me and my happiness above your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're generous, with your money, your spirit, your time and your love. I should know...you always make time for me, regardless of how late it is. And i thank you for all my lovely presents...even though i know i have waaay too many things. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're loving and always go out of your way to make me feel secure and loved. To protect me from this big, bad world. And the foot massages you give me after i walk toooo long in heels also tell me a lot. C'mon..who'd massage my smelly feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're kind. You willingly open your heart to know and to love others. I've seen you doing so, and i just melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're brilliant, and you know it. You are definitely not just a pretty face. LoL. The way you taught me math was a sure indication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're talented. Design, shopping, words, sports, physics, english, annoying me... pigging out..binging on fries...They're limitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that you are loved and that i think that you are an incredible individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will have your time to shine one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqoqKpIJDII/AAAAAAAAAX8/pX9qA7Z1raU/s1600-h/dear+dear+and+i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqoqKpIJDII/AAAAAAAAAX8/pX9qA7Z1raU/s320/dear+dear+and+i.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091928691022826626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2582388847645441563-581338538091899986?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/581338538091899986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=581338538091899986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/581338538091899986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/581338538091899986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/07/know-what-you-are-worth.html' title='Know What You Are Worth'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/RqomZJIJDHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/seK2-Eh7ipw/s72-c/IMG_3286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-1607846008287403286</id><published>2007-07-26T16:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T16:41:03.943+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What a WEEK!</title><content type='html'>Am home an hour early as i had chem practicals. Next week, no pracs and cel is entitled to a visit to DFO Spencer. Yes..that place has become like my second home. Hey! I have been controlling my shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend claims that i haven't been updating me blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can i say...? It's been a hell of a week. Now am trying to finish up all the h/w a week earlier so that i don't have to be burning the midnight oil. And i seem to feel more occupied and yes...more accomplished at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now having me bowl of oats (super good) and planning to watch OC while accompanied by Math exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting a haircut tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that all goes well and that my hair doesn't get butchered!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-1607846008287403286?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/1607846008287403286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=1607846008287403286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/1607846008287403286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/1607846008287403286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-week.html' title='What a WEEK!'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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-2582388847645441563.post-8446399027681701648</id><published>2007-07-22T20:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T20:58:56.906+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>Caught the latest addition to the Harry Potter saga... I loved it! Roger thought it was a crap movie with a crap plot.. (*ahem* says the person who has never read any of the books). :D It was definitely a flood-fest for me. I cried like 3 or 4 times in the movie. Got teary and all. :( I boo-hooed my eyes out when Sirius was killed. !!!! SO SAD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Ron (Rupert Grint) is getting more and more adorable. Seriously.... he's sooo cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.movieweb.com/galleries/2456/2535/lo/HP5-SP-0484r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://media.movieweb.com/galleries/2456/2535/lo/HP5-SP-0484r.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at HIM!! I think he looks waaaay better than Harry now... I think he is just a year older than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.channel.aol.com/pmms/productpagemovies/0d/02/2357045"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://cdn.channel.aol.com/pmms/productpagemovies/0d/02/2357045" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another character who i think is abbbsolutely adorable. Luna Lovegood. She has the cutest voice and is so... bright-eyed and dreamy. Look at those wide, innocent eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.moviesonline.ca/movie-gallery/albums/Harry_Potter_5/HP5-AD-00112r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.moviesonline.ca/movie-gallery/albums/Harry_Potter_5/HP5-AD-00112r.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I place this picture here for the sake of all my guy friends who seem to be infatuated with Emma Watson. Yes... my boyfriend included. It seems that guys catch this movie for her. I think she's alright. But definitely waaay cuter than Katie Leung who plays Cho Chang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.mugglenet.com/i/sirius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://media.mugglenet.com/i/sirius.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So sad to see him die.... saddd!!!! I think he looks very distinguished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.the-quibbler.org/pictures/april06/doubletrouble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.the-quibbler.org/pictures/april06/doubletrouble.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am soooo in love with this pair of twins!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Heheh. Ok... i must add. I absolutely despise Dolores Umbridge and her hideous pinks and squeaky giggles. Lord knows how many times i wanted to slap her silly. And Bellatrix Lestrange played by Helena Bonham Carter was scary!!! I am so freaked out by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the final book.... and for the next 2 movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wingardium Leviosa (kinda miss the Harry Potter game i used to play with my sisters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2582388847645441563-8446399027681701648?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/8446399027681701648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=8446399027681701648' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/8446399027681701648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/8446399027681701648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-6735870731002067614</id><published>2007-07-19T18:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T19:43:39.368+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-school Fun</title><content type='html'>The Sunday before school started again for the 2nd semester, Tjen, Wai Han, Zane, Ben and I went out for dinner and of course...cam whoring.&lt;br /&gt;We went for dinner at a jap restaurant when the burger place that we were suppose to go to was found to be closed.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, Tjen and i just HAD TO cam whore under the gorgeous lanterns. Mind you, we were standing on a bench so that the lanterns would actually appear in the pictures. And yes.. the patrons in the restaurants were laughing at us. :D&lt;br /&gt;Surprise Surprise...Ben, the 'Anti Cam-Whore' suggested that the boys cam whore too.&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are kinda blur. It was ssssuper cold that night so we were all shivering. Hence the blurred images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8wDO9Ii5I/AAAAAAAAAXU/UzQHObF3C34/s1600-h/IMG_3436small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8wDO9Ii5I/AAAAAAAAAXU/UzQHObF3C34/s320/IMG_3436small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088838936064199570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hot Hitchhikers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8wD-9Ii6I/AAAAAAAAAXc/4gjTKJ6JAPc/s1600-h/IMG_3437small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8wD-9Ii6I/AAAAAAAAAXc/4gjTKJ6JAPc/s320/IMG_3437small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088838948949101474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8wEu9Ii7I/AAAAAAAAAXk/oeVYZerzApM/s1600-h/IMG_3439small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8wEu9Ii7I/AAAAAAAAAXk/oeVYZerzApM/s320/IMG_3439small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088838961834003378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Naughty Ben. Kinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8wE-9Ii8I/AAAAAAAAAXs/A7_Vp6QaxEk/s1600-h/IMG_3441small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8wE-9Ii8I/AAAAAAAAAXs/A7_Vp6QaxEk/s320/IMG_3441small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088838966128970690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our reflections on the tram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8vHe9Ii0I/AAAAAAAAAWs/8qn5krzvzi4/s1600-h/IMG_3408small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8vHe9Ii0I/AAAAAAAAAWs/8qn5krzvzi4/s320/IMG_3408small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088837909567015746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8vHu9Ii1I/AAAAAAAAAW0/WPVW_GJSrIo/s1600-h/IMG_3409small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8vHu9Ii1I/AAAAAAAAAW0/WPVW_GJSrIo/s320/IMG_3409small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088837913861983058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben looks suuuper PAI here. Like some mobster boss.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8vIO9Ii2I/AAAAAAAAAW8/no-3SnBPgYw/s1600-h/IMG_3419small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8vIO9Ii2I/AAAAAAAAAW8/no-3SnBPgYw/s320/IMG_3419small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088837922451917666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8vIe9Ii3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/32_WLbu5FFY/s1600-h/IMG_3424small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8vIe9Ii3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/32_WLbu5FFY/s320/IMG_3424small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088837926746884978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OooOOo....To the rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8vI-9Ii4I/AAAAAAAAAXM/5t8pbxhnU6k/s1600-h/IMG_3432small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8vI-9Ii4I/AAAAAAAAAXM/5t8pbxhnU6k/s320/IMG_3432small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088837935336819586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DO-H!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8udu9IivI/AAAAAAAAAWE/gZ4MFghQXRI/s1600-h/IMG_3403small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8udu9IivI/AAAAAAAAAWE/gZ4MFghQXRI/s320/IMG_3403small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088837192307477234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Down Zane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8ueO9IiwI/AAAAAAAAAWM/N0jt7Nn9378/s1600-h/IMG_3404small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8ueO9IiwI/AAAAAAAAAWM/N0jt7Nn9378/s320/IMG_3404small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088837200897411842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8uee9IixI/AAAAAAAAAWU/E61iknuICZI/s1600-h/IMG_3405small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8uee9IixI/AAAAAAAAAWU/E61iknuICZI/s320/IMG_3405small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088837205192379154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8ue-9IiyI/AAAAAAAAAWc/s38gwgxI_CM/s1600-h/IMG_3406small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8ue-9IiyI/AAAAAAAAAWc/s38gwgxI_CM/s320/IMG_3406small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088837213782313762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8ufO9IizI/AAAAAAAAAWk/qRE2Ig3HCL0/s1600-h/IMG_3407small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8ufO9IizI/AAAAAAAAAWk/qRE2Ig3HCL0/s320/IMG_3407small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088837218077281074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8t0u9IiqI/AAAAAAAAAVc/OI2jkWe2npM/s1600-h/IMG_3412small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8t0u9IiqI/AAAAAAAAAVc/OI2jkWe2npM/s320/IMG_3412small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088836487932840610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok....what were we doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8t0-9IirI/AAAAAAAAAVk/o4CtZm-IPIY/s1600-h/IMG_3428small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8t0-9IirI/AAAAAAAAAVk/o4CtZm-IPIY/s320/IMG_3428small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088836492227807922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pout for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8t1e9IisI/AAAAAAAAAVs/FIVlaHznbkg/s1600-h/IMG_3429small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8t1e9IisI/AAAAAAAAAVs/FIVlaHznbkg/s320/IMG_3429small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088836500817742530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going to rescue YOU~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8t1u9IitI/AAAAAAAAAV0/pfZRn9wD87I/s1600-h/IMG_3430small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8t1u9IitI/AAAAAAAAAV0/pfZRn9wD87I/s320/IMG_3430small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088836505112709842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meeeeeeow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8t1-9IiuI/AAAAAAAAAV8/8-B8pTjgq00/s1600-h/IMG_3431small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8t1-9IiuI/AAAAAAAAAV8/8-B8pTjgq00/s320/IMG_3431small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088836509407677154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LoLs. Ultraman moves. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8tDe9IilI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Ihau28HupIU/s1600-h/IMG_3400small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8tDe9IilI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Ihau28HupIU/s320/IMG_3400small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088835641824283218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A rather normal picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8tDu9IimI/AAAAAAAAAU8/iKaOVJ_l75U/s1600-h/IMG_3401small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8tDu9IimI/AAAAAAAAAU8/iKaOVJ_l75U/s320/IMG_3401small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088835646119250530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our pontianak shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8tEO9IinI/AAAAAAAAAVE/qa8M4fSS_NI/s1600-h/IMG_3402small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8tEO9IinI/AAAAAAAAAVE/qa8M4fSS_NI/s320/IMG_3402small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088835654709185138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8tEu9IioI/AAAAAAAAAVM/3ksX-7JR7SU/s1600-h/IMG_3410small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8tEu9IioI/AAAAAAAAAVM/3ksX-7JR7SU/s320/IMG_3410small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088835663299119746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8tE-9IipI/AAAAAAAAAVU/4XeI18LDGSw/s1600-h/IMG_3411small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8tE-9IipI/AAAAAAAAAVU/4XeI18LDGSw/s320/IMG_3411small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088835667594087058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to Wai Han's for a bit. And Romeo... Wai Han's adorable poochy... fell in lust with Zane and Ben. There was a hell lotta loving and humping... secreted fluid included.&lt;br /&gt;We think the dog's gay.&lt;br /&gt;School.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-6735870731002067614?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/6735870731002067614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=6735870731002067614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/6735870731002067614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/6735870731002067614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/07/pre-school-fun.html' title='Pre-school Fun'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8wDO9Ii5I/AAAAAAAAAXU/UzQHObF3C34/s72-c/IMG_3436small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-3269305821989868550</id><published>2007-07-19T18:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T18:51:31.807+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tjen's Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes... Tjen wants these pair of shoes. From FCUK. *ahems*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8l8u9IikI/AAAAAAAAAUs/l6iFAA-08Tg/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8l8u9IikI/AAAAAAAAAUs/l6iFAA-08Tg/s320/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088827829278771778" 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/2582388847645441563-3269305821989868550?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/3269305821989868550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=3269305821989868550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/3269305821989868550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/3269305821989868550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/07/tjens-shoes.html' title='Tjen&apos;s Shoes'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8l8u9IikI/AAAAAAAAAUs/l6iFAA-08Tg/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-142816245581084125</id><published>2007-07-19T18:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T18:47:42.584+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Exams</title><content type='html'>I do realise that 'post-exam' period was a good 3 weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;I meant to update, i really did but i got super lazy and was kind of sad about my hun going home without me.&lt;br /&gt;And when i finally meant to blog...my itchy lil' fingers 'accidentally' opened a virus from a friend on MSN. Yes...those that ask you to open a picture on some non-existent site. So yes... have been super irritated with my virus-infested computer.&lt;br /&gt;But then, Roger brought the anti-virus disc that Daddy copied. Thank You Daddy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes...&lt;br /&gt;After exams, Tjen, Wai Han, Zane, Daph and I went for lunch and shopping. Suppose to have steamboat but the place was closed (come to think of it, i think that place was the one that appeared in the newspapers for unhygienic kitchen conditions) *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;Had jap lunch instead. Was pretty unique. We were gives sheets of menus and markers and asked to 'create' our own Bento box.&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to Myers for Tjen to go hat-shopping.&lt;br /&gt;LoLs.&lt;br /&gt;Daph had her share of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8hz-9IiYI/AAAAAAAAATM/T4Cwe5Dr6f8/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8hz-9IiYI/AAAAAAAAATM/T4Cwe5Dr6f8/s320/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088823280908405122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Precious Dots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8h1u9IiZI/AAAAAAAAATU/Mg32zDBIdaI/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8h1u9IiZI/AAAAAAAAATU/Mg32zDBIdaI/s320/Image014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088823310973176210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wait...are those the same hats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8h1-9IiaI/AAAAAAAAATc/yb03kbFtMUA/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8h1-9IiaI/AAAAAAAAATc/yb03kbFtMUA/s320/Image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088823315268143522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes... we're vain. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8h2O9IibI/AAAAAAAAATk/GcqgTZtZ53E/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8h2O9IibI/AAAAAAAAATk/GcqgTZtZ53E/s320/Image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088823319563110834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Errr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8h2e9IicI/AAAAAAAAATs/C4g0U6TFcVQ/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8h2e9IicI/AAAAAAAAATs/C4g0U6TFcVQ/s320/Image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088823323858078146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were suppose to be having 'big lala eyes'. Tjen's eyes were... well... scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8igO9IidI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2_j81kBcOTY/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8igO9IidI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2_j81kBcOTY/s320/Image018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088824041117616594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yessss.... BIG EYES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8igu9IieI/AAAAAAAAAT8/lur1v21ps_c/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8igu9IieI/AAAAAAAAAT8/lur1v21ps_c/s320/Image019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088824049707551202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awwwww..... don't you just wanna pinch her. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8ihO9IifI/AAAAAAAAAUE/UfhSJaomojU/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8ihO9IifI/AAAAAAAAAUE/UfhSJaomojU/s320/Image020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088824058297485810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok...guess who's behind the green hat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8ih-9IigI/AAAAAAAAAUM/la-URoeODfs/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8ih-9IigI/AAAAAAAAAUM/la-URoeODfs/s320/Image021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088824071182387714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uh- huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8iie9IihI/AAAAAAAAAUU/I_N8TwdyXS4/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8iie9IihI/AAAAAAAAAUU/I_N8TwdyXS4/s320/Image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088824079772322322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheers~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And Daph tried on a dress at Supre... sooooo adorable. She refused to come out of the changing room while Wai Han was there so i 'paparazzi-ed' her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8khe9IiiI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-6S-h8qL1TA/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8khe9IiiI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-6S-h8qL1TA/s320/Image023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088826261615708706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LoLs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8khu9IijI/AAAAAAAAAUk/KjPJ1tYmUVo/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8khu9IijI/AAAAAAAAAUk/KjPJ1tYmUVo/s320/Image024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088826265910676018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2582388847645441563-142816245581084125?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/142816245581084125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=142816245581084125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/142816245581084125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/142816245581084125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-exams.html' title='Post Exams'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/Rp8hz-9IiYI/AAAAAAAAATM/T4Cwe5Dr6f8/s72-c/Image013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-4433737684018310591</id><published>2007-07-03T16:34:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T16:38:21.690+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Fondue</title><content type='html'>I know how odd this buy is but i just couldn't resist. And I have been pining for one. Now i can have little fondue parties at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Ronuf6anYHI/AAAAAAAAASs/DTJ0KrX6SRc/s1600-h/IMG_3370small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/Ronuf6anYHI/AAAAAAAAASs/DTJ0KrX6SRc/s320/IMG_3370small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082855886488559730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RonugKanYII/AAAAAAAAAS0/RRskUAgkCzk/s1600-h/IMG_3369small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RonugKanYII/AAAAAAAAAS0/RRskUAgkCzk/s320/IMG_3369small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082855890783527042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to use it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S it only cost AUD$10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy happy me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-4433737684018310591?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/4433737684018310591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=4433737684018310591' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/4433737684018310591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/4433737684018310591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/07/chocolate-fondue.html' title='Chocolate Fondue'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/Ronuf6anYHI/AAAAAAAAASs/DTJ0KrX6SRc/s72-c/IMG_3370small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-8906106531047797764</id><published>2007-07-01T20:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:43:46.986+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not</title><content type='html'>behind this smiling face and 'oh, nothing is wrong' demeanor, it's hurting inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way no one seems to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way life never turns out to be the way you want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone takes and takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind. i'm not going to say 'no'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but some are so selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose it's how it has always been fo them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has always had to go THEIR WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world obviously revolves solely around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe 'love' was the word used to describe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-8906106531047797764?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/8906106531047797764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-6080137570584117535</id><published>2007-07-01T00:58:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T01:25:04.535+10:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures pictures</title><content type='html'>After dinner with Tian, Sjane and MTYP, we all headed back to Tian's place where the girls decided to cam whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RoZwNqanYAI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Jj0FA5KjkCI/s1600-h/IMG_3358small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RoZwNqanYAI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Jj0FA5KjkCI/s320/IMG_3358small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081872609560715266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In honour of Cikgu Linus who 'introduced' us to this pose. I think it has underlying sexual connotations. must ask cikgu one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RoZwM6anX-I/AAAAAAAAARk/Rve4HobyJzU/s1600-h/IMG_3356small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RoZwM6anX-I/AAAAAAAAARk/Rve4HobyJzU/s320/IMG_3356small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081872596675813346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angels masquerading as devils. cute aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RoZw-aanYEI/AAAAAAAAASU/WKwFKdYBjtA/s1600-h/IMG_3366small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RoZw-aanYEI/AAAAAAAAASU/WKwFKdYBjtA/s320/IMG_3366small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081873447079338050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the only form of 'lala numerical' that i posted out of the 5 we did. Tian didn't seem too amused by the lala poses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RoZw-KanYDI/AAAAAAAAASM/uW-iN9P0N98/s1600-h/IMG_3361small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RoZw-KanYDI/AAAAAAAAASM/uW-iN9P0N98/s320/IMG_3361small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081873442784370738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hear no evil. speak no evil. see no evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RoZwOKanYBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/9YcQ_nqLOTU/s1600-h/IMG_3359small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RoZwOKanYBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/9YcQ_nqLOTU/s320/IMG_3359small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081872618150649874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;speak no evil. see no evil. hear no evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RoZwOqanYCI/AAAAAAAAASE/-cJTyelpU1k/s1600-h/IMG_3360small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RoZwOqanYCI/AAAAAAAAASE/-cJTyelpU1k/s320/IMG_3360small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081872626740584482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh...you get the point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RoZw-6anYFI/AAAAAAAAASc/Tc1uDEhtEtE/s1600-h/IMG_3367small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RoZw-6anYFI/AAAAAAAAASc/Tc1uDEhtEtE/s320/IMG_3367small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081873455669272658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finally... the picture i've been trying to get since last year. MEL.... we are missing one homey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RoZw_KanYGI/AAAAAAAAASk/17szREeBBbE/s1600-h/IMG_3368+small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RoZw_KanYGI/AAAAAAAAASk/17szREeBBbE/s320/IMG_3368+small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081873459964239970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RoZwNaanX_I/AAAAAAAAARs/WK3kWEdUVtc/s1600-h/IMG_3357small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RoZwNaanX_I/AAAAAAAAARs/WK3kWEdUVtc/s320/IMG_3357small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081872605265747954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, a normal and composed picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bH0REOX3W-s/RoZwOKanYBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/9YcQ_nqLOTU/s1600-h/IMG_3359small.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2582388847645441563-6080137570584117535?l=iloveceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/6080137570584117535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2582388847645441563&amp;postID=6080137570584117535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/6080137570584117535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2582388847645441563/posts/default/6080137570584117535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveceleste.blogspot.com/2007/07/making-up.html' title='pictures pictures'/><author><name>c e l e s t e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307551477425871920</uri><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/_bH0REOX3W-s/RoZwNqanYAI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Jj0FA5KjkCI/s72-c/IMG_3358small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2582388847645441563.post-385272053190498482</id><published>2007-06-30T22:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T22:43:47.365+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Without</title><content type='html'>The title speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning to a beautiful sunrise, knowing that he can't see it. he's not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is as if 'love' knows that he's gone. I seem to notice more couples around. more holding hands and loving smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the realization of his absence. not being able to see him smiling. to tease him and sayang him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to be strong for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he should not cry so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he should be enjoying being home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you to be happy hun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm taking care of myself a
