<?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-3470162</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:39:13.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celeste</title><subtitle type='html'>I awake to find no peace of mind...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>210</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-107650703918923235</id><published>2004-02-11T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T05:45:46.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New HomeI'm quite in a hurry now to get ready and go out, so I'll make it short &amp; sweet..'Celeste' has moved from this page you're looking at to What-is.vainpeach.com after what... close to 2 years being here? Or maybe more than 2 years... hmmmm I can't remember.It's still under construction i.e. links, tagboard, blogrings haven't been incorporated into the site yet but I've gotten the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107650703918923235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107650703918923235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107650703918923235' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-107618172309376404</id><published>2004-02-04T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T11:27:21.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surfing the crimson tide...My best friend arrived yesterday. And I feel like a yo-y0! Wanna know why its such a big deal in a woman's life? Well, for example...Yesterday, I was out of the house at 7.30am, very late for my 8am class all the way on the other side of KL in Sunway. People were out in full force by the looks of the Kelana Jaya LRT station. I managed to sweet talk (??!?) a cab </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107618172309376404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107618172309376404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107618172309376404' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-107574482406012178</id><published>2004-02-02T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T10:06:15.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One after the other...Right after my Financial Information for Management Progress Test, I got a call from the store asking what type of coffee bean do I wanna present at the Coffee Master Grand Finals competition on the 11th. I hadn't even munched on anything yet and the thought of more studying comes whooshing back into my mind. Having a guy wearing a Deftones t-shirt, siap with tour dates </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107574482406012178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107574482406012178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107574482406012178' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-107531356571563622</id><published>2004-01-28T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T10:21:24.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A dwindling concentration span... is what I have. I used to be able to study the day before a test. Chapters by chapters are stored in my head as my fingers hurriedly turn the pages. I had learned how to develop my photographic memory midway through secondary school. But age and technology catches up with you, forever tempting you to leave that book aside for just a couple of minutes to relax</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107531356571563622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107531356571563622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107531356571563622' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-107479212167107702</id><published>2004-01-22T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T11:27:55.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The silence is deafening....</title><summary type='text'>There he was, sitting right across the table from me amidst 10 other people...And yet it felt like as though we were continents apart.When my manager asked why I was so quiet, I just laughed coz' I had been rambling away all night... what a stupid question. But I knew what she meant. Why was I so quiet towards him? Well coz practically everybody at the table knew I liked him... and everytime </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107479212167107702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107479212167107702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107479212167107702' title='The silence is deafening....'/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-107437069928812602</id><published>2004-01-17T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T13:31:24.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the...?</title><summary type='text'>The PFS class had a re-vote and we managed to postpone the FIM Progress Test till AFTER Chinese New Year whooooppppteeedooooo....But I think I screwed my PFS paper?.....................In the feeder bus on my way back from coll, my manager rings me up sounding all serious n' shit. It was a Wednesday, she knew I had a paper that day and Thursday... so why the call hmmm? Manager: Hey Cel, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107437069928812602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107437069928812602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107437069928812602' title='What the...?'/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-107381578916868442</id><published>2004-01-11T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T02:17:06.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Compassion: You are there to share your sympathywith others. People would consider youaffectionate and caring, and someone to look upto. Which Characteristic From the Samurai Code Matches You Best? (You may find out your best trait) brought to you by QuizillaThe strange things people do to bring a smile to your face....I have been sitting at home trying to catch up with my classmates in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107381578916868442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107381578916868442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107381578916868442' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-107340782155986690</id><published>2004-01-06T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T08:58:21.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel alive!Yea I do... let's see, last day of work was on Thursday. Friday night came filled with surprises as Fadia &amp; Haris picked me up for dinner at 8pm. We went to where else.... my beloved mamak Bukit Indah!! Whahahahaha... damn I haven't seen this place since I moved to Ampang Jaya in June. No Ampang kaki la that's why... I wouldn't want to take the bus all the way to inside of Ampang </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107340782155986690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107340782155986690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107340782155986690' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-107298534803246493</id><published>2004-01-01T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T11:45:57.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everything's newNew year - 2004New found itch - to change this blog!New found life - I'm on a month's leave from work.New found commitment - to stick my head in between the pages of my books coz the exam is around the corner.New headache - to figure out what to leave behind in Ampang and what to shift to Hillpark.p/s: The blog is facing an overhaul (minor?major? I don't know)... so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107298534803246493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107298534803246493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107298534803246493' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-107285668951936411</id><published>2003-12-30T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T23:45:54.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A reluctant star...... was I when the camera rolled. Yeah... Celeste had her face full of make up and was sitting nervously in front of the camera alongside the journalist from TheStarOnline! They were doing a feature on Starbucks Coffee and how part-timers in the company can study and work at the same time. So tadaaaa.... I was chosen to be interviewed. Yergh.I never liked attention. Because</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107285668951936411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107285668951936411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107285668951936411' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-107272858473139439</id><published>2003-12-29T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T12:10:49.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whooshhh....... and its already the 29th of December. Looking back, I feel kinda sad becoz basically, well more or less, I'm at the same place I was a year ago... having a shaky future in terms of my education. But aaarrrghhhh let's forget about that bit and face life as it comes day by day k?There was my Xmas open house on the 26th. Gave my parents a surprise when I told them that my friends</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107272858473139439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107272858473139439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107272858473139439' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-107272924477279074</id><published>2003-12-26T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T12:21:49.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And it is done...The Lord Of The Rings trilogy overnight movie marathon is finally over. All the hype, the excitement, the planning... all of it was worth the experience of sitting through an 11 hour movie marathon. The 3rd instalment itself fell short of my expectations.. maybe because I absorbed battle scenes far better than all that yadda-ing onscreen. The hour before it all started...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107272924477279074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107272924477279074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107272924477279074' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-107235355442994339</id><published>2003-12-25T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T04:00:13.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas!!!!!Lots of food. Wine. Red. White. People everywhere in the house. Balcony. Room. Kitchen. Tarts! Sleepy becoz too much wine. Tomoro will be another round of people coming and going. My friends would be coming from 10pm onwards... I'm still waiting for the 2 bottles of Sapphires!And now.... to attack the turkey!!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107235355442994339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107235355442994339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107235355442994339' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-107195535848952358</id><published>2003-12-20T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T13:23:34.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107195535848952358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107195535848952358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107195535848952358' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-107151589743538892</id><published>2003-12-15T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T11:19:08.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The ghost of Christmas past...What a day it was! There I was, working as usual... when I noticed this blond short haired guy working at the Bateel (sells dates &amp; chocolate) store in the concourse area. I knew one person who would dye his hair that colour, but the last (and only time I saw him) was November '02 in KLCC. Daniel was a friend of Dit and we met up for buka puasa since Daniel had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107151589743538892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107151589743538892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107151589743538892' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-107088949292155538</id><published>2003-12-08T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T05:18:56.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'tis not the xmas bug, 'tis the flu bug!Did you get it too? Your family? Your friend? Don't worry it'll come sooner or later. I got it this morning. Well actually I contracted (??) the bug on Saturday as I ate my breakfast at the store. MC came by coz his shop didn't open yet and he told me he was having the flu, but since he wasn't sneezing and shit, I didn't caution myself. Yesterday being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107088949292155538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107088949292155538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107088949292155538' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-107030884172541719</id><published>2003-12-01T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T12:01:18.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Transmissions from a lonely room ... Part 2And this was supposed to be posted 4 hours after I wrote the entry below..When your phone rings in the middle of the night... it is never good news....And definitely not news you want to hear when you've just retired to bed in anger, wishing to wake up in a good mood...Uncle Bala had a fatal heart attack while seeking treatment for lung cancer in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107030884172541719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107030884172541719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107030884172541719' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-107030665534231435</id><published>2003-12-01T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T11:24:52.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Transmissions from a lonely roomThis was supposed to be posted on Saturday, the point of origin of my anger...Today the only time I felt like my usual self was when dawn was breaking through the gloomy skies at 7am... and when I was having pasta with meatballs for dinner 12 hours later.In between was all fucked up. 10 hours on the floor started with entering the store and finding that the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107030665534231435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/107030665534231435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107030665534231435' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-106986530739183517</id><published>2003-11-26T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T08:48:58.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The past week...... I've been getting alot of advice. Concerning Mr. Crush (MC). Yeah you've guessed it - my colleagues have found out 'bout MC. I thought these bunch of ppl (colleagues) were smarter than my other friends and wouldn't relate everything I do or say to MC... but nooooo... it's all about MC the whole day. How's MC? He working today? Did you talk to him?And those are just the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106986530739183517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106986530739183517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106986530739183517' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-106961667357799624</id><published>2003-11-23T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T11:45:30.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Highs and lows...Highs...Sometimes, life throws you the weirdest things when you're down in the dumps, to tell you that hey, it ain't all that bad. A few days ago, I worked the closing shift with newbie Aimran and our mutual friend Nanan lepaked around the store coz it was the 1st time he knew both the people working the closing shift. Aimran who lives near me suggested we all let our parents</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106961667357799624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106961667357799624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106961667357799624' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-106949219135946009</id><published>2003-11-22T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T01:10:18.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brain dead...2 whole weeks of doing the closing shift is causing havoc to my whole system. When usually, I come back home at about 12.30ish a.m. and sleep till about 10-11am........now its just home by 1am, play computer games/watch tv/online/yak on the phone till about 4-5am, sleep like a piggy till 2pm, wake up, get ready and go to work at 4-5pm. argh!I don't know what's up with Sarah (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106949219135946009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106949219135946009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106949219135946009' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-106910285391891733</id><published>2003-11-17T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T13:01:17.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Errrrr….Went to Planet Hollywood again. This time it was planned, unlike the previous times heh. This time I’m not the one working at 7am tomorrow hehe. Working the closing shift so for once I can sleep like a baby after all that music, drinks and smokes. Muha is the victim tomorrow hehehe. This time it was Ladies Night, so I didn’t have to dig deep into my pockets for money.This time I just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106910285391891733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106910285391891733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106910285391891733' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-106866900749419258</id><published>2003-11-12T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T12:30:04.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmmm....I think... I'm having a little, itsy bitsy woozie.... crush.I thought I was too old for this shit!But crushes are nice no? Small, simple, plain ones. Just to make your heart skip a beat once in a while during the course of a stressful day. Just to make you look forward to get dressed and go to work. Just to make your head light with giddiness. And madness.Ok. I am too old to have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106866900749419258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106866900749419258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106866900749419258' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-106857294296487146</id><published>2003-11-11T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T09:49:00.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>See, I told you so...In my last entry I said that a guy had booked 10 tickets for the charity premiere of the Lord Of The Rings right? But it was just 'reserved'... haven't confirmed.That was the previous entry. Which is like history now.Because today is another new day. Another day to sell tickets. And I sold 40 tickets on the spot to a very nice gentleman. Now all that's left... are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106857294296487146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106857294296487146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106857294296487146' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-106848010544769393</id><published>2003-11-10T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T23:42:23.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lord of The Rings Movie MarathonI've finally gotten my ticket! Yeeeee haaaaaaaaaaaaaa...Gonna be tagging along with my regular customer Jennifer while Muha who didn't get a ticket is gonna go with the others from the store to the charity premiere. Muha is pissed becoz Sarah 'forgot' to book our tics and hence, we can't watch it together. Edwin will be in the front while Ijat and Nanan, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106848010544769393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106848010544769393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106848010544769393' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-106785380466410113</id><published>2003-11-03T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T02:03:23.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It’s hopeless…Last week, my parents decided that we should all take leave from work/ KL life and head down to Malacca for All Souls’ Day (2nd November). I tried my very best to stay healthy so that I could enjoy everything that I will soon come to devour. And enjoyed Celeste did. Hoooo boyyyyyyy you should see the stuff I ate. It was like I did a REALLY good deed to be repaid like this hehehe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106785380466410113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106785380466410113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106785380466410113' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-106736574075566465</id><published>2003-10-28T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T10:35:55.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoaa.....Look what I found...CLICK HERE!! Check No. 63 and 66...I'm so sorry but I couldn't HELP it. *makes a face and goes riding on her kuali down the slope far from the 2 superheroes*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106736574075566465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106736574075566465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106736574075566465' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-106727744031830157</id><published>2003-10-27T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T09:57:19.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eeee ko tengok tuh, dia tak puasa...Hah. It's that time of the year again. I have to shut down my hearing, my eyesight and if possible, my whole nervous system whenever I gulp down a burger or whatever else I find irrestible when I'm hungry... if it's not time to break fast yet. Not only that, the years I spent in government schools have only created a sense of guilt in me whenever I eat in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106727744031830157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106727744031830157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106727744031830157' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-106702521449596869</id><published>2003-10-24T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T12:53:33.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Excuse me, lady..Planet Hollywood yet again. And I'm opening the store tomorrow yet again. Free jug of coke from Gary yet again. Wore Starbucks uniform yet again.But this time we left much later than last week hehehe. Consumed much more drinks than last week. Danced way more than last week. This time danced on the floor itself. Podium pun podium la. Got to know more PH waiters/waitresses </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106702521449596869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106702521449596869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106702521449596869' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-106684304034753229</id><published>2003-10-22T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T10:17:20.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where's the curls?I finally went to see my hairstylist after a looooooonnnggg time. He stood at the doorway, hands on hips, and gave me a stare so fierce that I walked past the shop giggling. Back in the shop, he went through my locks and asked, "You haven't been combing your curls eh?" I answered in the negative hehe. He knew why. Everytime I'm in the shop, other customers would ask if he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106684304034753229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106684304034753229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106684304034753229' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-106658723730020168</id><published>2003-10-19T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T11:13:57.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Internal affairsSince Thursday, I've been feeling a little 'off'. You know that feeling... when you're not your usual hyped up self, where little things like the small burst of sunlight through the curtains seem like a laser beam (hehe) and when a slice of pizza doesn't taste as yummy in your mouth. Sigh. I rarely fall sick.. though when I do it's kind of a big thing (denggi, appendicitis etc).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106658723730020168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106658723730020168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106658723730020168' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-106632344273882233</id><published>2003-10-16T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T09:57:22.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time to slow downWhy is it that we only realise what we're doing wrong when we are sick? I mean doing wrong health-wise. The past 4 days have been rather bad for me, what with a particular customer making me feel really small as she tried to be a free-loader... and this happened the day after the girls' night out. The incident left me feeling so bitter I just sat at home later on in the day and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106632344273882233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106632344273882233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106632344273882233' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-106615285264937443</id><published>2003-10-14T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T10:34:12.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FriendsterI found an old neighbour through Friendster!At first, this guy Kamarul messages me asking to be friends. I checked and found out I know him through 13(!) ways... involving 5 friends - Hajar, Sara, Amit, Naz and Buttshaker. Five VERY different people at that too. And most of the connections were through one of Kamarul's friend, Hanis. The lightbulb still didn't pop up on my head yet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106615285264937443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106615285264937443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106615285264937443' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-106604350349285475</id><published>2003-10-13T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T04:11:43.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Girls night outSunday at the store was like s**t. People just kept coming in droves to have drinks...geez. What's worse was that we had a lion dance troupe doing their stuff right in front of the store so it only made things worse. We had to shout drinks at the top of our voices, even at customers LOL... which sounds kinda rude if you're looking at it through a silent-movie perspective hehehehe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106604350349285475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106604350349285475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106604350349285475' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-106586855714439684</id><published>2003-10-11T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T03:39:56.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MALASOne of my lazy days today. I don't even want to step out of the house. Hmmm the hair cut and that top from Isetan can wait then.Have started a mission : To change/update my dead website. Have loads of homework. Darn. I'm starting to dread the Financial Information for Management (FIM) subject. Sinus is still here. ErGh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106586855714439684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106586855714439684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106586855714439684' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-106579350762819456</id><published>2003-10-10T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T06:45:07.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Does sinus spread throughout your face?I had a irritating bout of sinus yesterday from the moment I woke up in Sunway. My nose itch like hell throughout the day and eating cheap chilli hot nasi lemak at Medan only made it worse. In the end, I decided to head home early instead of hanging around college.. much to the chagrin of my friends hehehehe. Sorry ye Abe for not calling you out for a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106579350762819456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106579350762819456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106579350762819456' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-106535273539886156</id><published>2003-10-05T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T04:18:55.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A little present for KL people.With the dry runs for the upcoming OIC meeting being held in the heart of KL, it's been kind of a dreadful week for KL residents. For those going to work, school and other businesses early in the mornings, they have to re-time their departure from their houses and drive along alternate routes given to them by the Government in the newspapers. Starbucks sent all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106535273539886156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106535273539886156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106535273539886156' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-106528571333063391</id><published>2003-10-04T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T09:41:53.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aaaaaaa so happyyyyyy.I managed to get the Lord Of The Rings 3: The Return Of The King teaser poster before the deadline! All thanks to my supervisor who just got promoted. He went to the office for me and took one for him and me since the both of us bought the original VCD from Starbucks and within it contained the voucher for the poster. Sooo goooood. It’s so big… from my torso to my toes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106528571333063391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106528571333063391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106528571333063391' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-106511221346778136</id><published>2003-10-02T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T09:30:13.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mondays – workTuesdays – workWednesdays – classesThursdays – classesFridays – workSaturdays – teach tuitionSundays – teach tuitionI’ve gotten myself too busy. Not!! I feel more sense of freedom now than when I was working full time. But… let’s remember today as the day that Celeste has finally gotten back her Internet connection. *Shrieks*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106511221346778136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106511221346778136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106511221346778136' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-106431436710591479</id><published>2003-09-23T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T03:52:47.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Abe gets bored during his holz &gt; Hangs out with Amit &gt; drink drink drink &gt; and they decide to come to Ampang at 4am for burgers &gt; That was Abe's idea, no lessOh hello.Hehe. Sorry la.. life kinda changed for me abit. No more Starbucks 24/7.... now its just Starbucks 3 days a week hehe. Lesser hours too. YEH I'M A PART-TIMER!!Why? It's coz I got myself enrolled into ACCA in Sunway? Hehe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106431436710591479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106431436710591479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106431436710591479' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-106267392599965386</id><published>2003-09-04T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T04:12:06.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too much thinking makes your brain acheThe pressure to be a supervisor in Starbucks is getting intense right now.. so much so that  I have already started performing tasks usually undertaken by supervisors. And then the ACCA intake is 3 days away. Still no decision. I think it's a no-go.This morning, the hostel warden ( i think) left a voicemail message on my phone when i was working. I put</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106267392599965386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106267392599965386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106267392599965386' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-106197803995634975</id><published>2003-08-27T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T02:53:59.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FINALLYThe condo is gonna have fixed phone lines installed.*Though I don't know how fast will those Telekom people be in doing it*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106197803995634975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106197803995634975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106197803995634975' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-106137544071314421</id><published>2003-08-20T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T03:30:40.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I should name this blog "Pathetic musings of a coffee-maker"This blog is starting to look pathetic, don't you agree?For one thing, I don't update much these days. Am still waiting for a fixed phone line sigh. And the pics on the left aren't showing themselves anymore.. sigh. Was supposed to shift my blog to Michelle's site but that plan kinda got hidden in the midst of my routine-like life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106137544071314421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/106137544071314421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106137544071314421' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-105991518842636510</id><published>2003-08-03T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T05:53:08.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HeeeeLLLLOOOooooOOOOOooooo.*Waiting for all my neutrons to fire in the right direction so that I can start writing*What's new with me is that I've been ill the past couple of days. Well not ill as in dead sick, head feels like a drum etc etc etc but rather 2 weeks of waking up with the sinus finally came to a climax on Tuesday morning when I just couldn't go through it anymore and went to the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/105991518842636510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/105991518842636510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105991518842636510' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-105758012033862340</id><published>2003-07-07T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T05:15:20.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>u know what sucks?Finding music CDs you like in Cash Converters going for unbelievable prices... but 1 in every 3 that you pick has the name MUNIRA on the cover. If you happen to know a 'Munira', please tell her it's unwise to write her name in capital letters with a marker pen on her CDs.. coz who knows, when she's broke or doesn't like the CD in the future, she may need to sell them off. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/105758012033862340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/105758012033862340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105758012033862340' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-105691329759059307</id><published>2003-06-29T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T04:46:43.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to the Korean BBQ restaurant in Kerinchi again. And now I feel like a beached whale on Payal’s bed. LOLNo kidding. I’m so full goddammit. And when I saw the satisfied look on Payal’s, Sara’s and Syafik’s faces, I heaved a sigh of relief because I knew I made the right decision in persuading them to part with RM25 for all that food. Heck, we were the last to leave. The staff were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/105691329759059307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/105691329759059307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105691329759059307' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-105619799327973782</id><published>2003-06-21T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T05:19:53.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(written on Friday, June 20th)Revelation: It is a small world after all.The store has welcomed 3 new baristas, namely Edwin, Richard and Azlin. Edwin is 1 week senior than the other two and my manager has put me as his ‘buddy’, meaning that I’m in charge of his training. Her initial reason for this decision was childish – saying that she was trying to matchmake me with him (can you believe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/105619799327973782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/105619799327973782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105619799327973782' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-105591989490745525</id><published>2003-06-18T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T00:04:54.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(written on Friday 6th June)*Pokes everybody in the sides*Missed me? Aye the shifting of the Siberts’ butts is over. I don’t know which is closer to the truth – us trying to get used to living in an apartment or the apartment trying to get used to us hehe..My room is in a ‘temporary arrangement’ state right now. Mainly because I haven’t assembled my bed yet and seeing there’s no use </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/105591989490745525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/105591989490745525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105591989490745525' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-95123042</id><published>2003-05-31T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T09:04:14.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I fell today. After 9 hours of work on a Saturday afternoon. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/95123042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/95123042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95123042' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-95028083</id><published>2003-05-29T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T01:20:00.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Laughing in an empty room only gives you a headacheTalking too for that matter. The whole living room has been moved to the new apartment. So if any of you call me, don't be surprised if it sounds like I'm outside.. or if it's quiet then I've brought the cordless phone to my room ehehe. Speaking of my room, it's half empty now. Yea I did start packing like ages ago (I can't pack all at one go</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/95028083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/95028083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95028083' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-94901060</id><published>2003-05-26T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T09:17:49.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I said I’d blog about Saturday’s events. But I’m lazy hehe. Ok ok, to cut the long story short….- Worked from 7am – 1pm. - Gave tuition from 2pm-4pm. - Sat at home wondering whether to go to the Nirvana gig or not. Muha, Afham and Ain wanted to follow but all were depending on me to find out how much was the ticket. Abe also didn’t know, but knowing him.. it wouldn’t matter anyhow coz he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/94901060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/94901060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94901060' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-94851674</id><published>2003-05-24T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T23:04:29.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night was fun.. even though me being at the gig was a non-reality. But I'll blog about it later coz right now I gotta join my parents in washing the new apartment. Hehe they've been at it since mid-morning. I just woke up. Blegh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/94851674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/94851674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94851674' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-94690905</id><published>2003-05-21T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T08:59:11.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I lost my cool in the store today. I couldn't stop myself with another 10 minutes to go of my shift. My manager made the mistake of following me outside of the store when she noticed my tensed face the moment she stepped into the store towards the end of my shift. When she grabbed the towel in my hand (I wanted to clean the tables) I knew I couldn't stop her from digging the truth from me. I knew</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/94690905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/94690905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94690905' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-94591190</id><published>2003-05-19T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T11:05:51.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Celeste,Started as a slow learner, you soon proved to be one of the strongest barista I have. Proving yourself to the maximum at the Coffee Master Challenge, you did the store proud. Thank you so much! Hope you will change your mind and concentrate on a full time job.That was taken from my M.U.G. Award Certificate. Hehe MUG stands for Moves of Uncommon Greatness. Not everybody gets a MUG </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/94591190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/94591190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94591190' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-94504593</id><published>2003-05-17T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T10:23:36.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was a shitty day at work. Well the shittiness didn't start there la.. it started when I woke up sneezing. Coz you see right, yesterday I reached home to find that mumsie has unscrewed my bed and was in the midst of cleaning my room. I do clean my room once a month, but for the corner where the bed is. So when she took apart my bed, the dust just went straight up and around into the air. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/94504593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/94504593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94504593' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-94392487</id><published>2003-05-15T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T07:55:43.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did you know that Kenny Roger's Quarter Chicken Meal now comes with 3 side dishes?? Other than that, I watched Matrix: Reloaded at Sunway Pyramid this afternoon. (What?? No exclamation mark??!)Yea guys, no exclamation mark because, well either I'm becoming a fussy pot at deciding which movies satisfied me... or the movie was really a near bore. N-E-A-R. I hoped Michelle liked it (though I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/94392487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/94392487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94392487' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-94270555</id><published>2003-05-13T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T08:48:04.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>/me cracks up for a full minute upon seeing thisClick Here!BUT...I'm tempted to see how I rate too... LOL. Pity he doesn't have a rating system for his pic. Wonder what his average would be like?Hey if any of you guys out there do put your pic up........ INFORM ME OK?? He he he...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/94270555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/94270555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94270555' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-94213483</id><published>2003-05-12T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T15:27:02.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I WANT TO WATCH MATRIX: RELOADEDwith a person who understood the first movie on first view, and doesn't ask alot of questions during the movie..You game?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/94213483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/94213483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94213483' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-94003170</id><published>2003-05-08T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T11:03:33.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of my fave blogs - Psychomatic Addict Insane - is going on a hiatus. Finding a blog that you like on first impression, and then liking it through the next 10349 impressions is already hard enough to come by... what more a blog where the writer actually responds to your comments. Sigh I'll be missing you, Za, till you decide to write again  :)Other than that... I'm just feeling good with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/94003170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/94003170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94003170' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-93841629</id><published>2003-05-05T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T20:29:44.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recently, quite a few articles in the printed media struck the familiarity nerve in me:-- The recent story of a Datuk Seri who hit and bruised a former TV host at a popular nightspot in Jalan P. Ramlee. I found out the former TV host was none other than a girl I knew who took the same school bus as me during my primary school days. Stays near me, too… well that is, if she hasn’t moved to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/93841629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/93841629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93841629' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-93668437</id><published>2003-05-02T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T22:18:07.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You can always count on TGV Sunway Pyramid to still have seats for a newly opened anticipated flick even if you’re booking for a show that’s 4 hours later. Oh and did I mentioned that X-Men 2 rocked my socks? Hehe.I found these bits entertaining:Nightcrawler’s (the cheeky monk!) trail of smoke/dust as he teleports. In the comics, you just see ‘poof!’ when he does that. In the cartoon, it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/93668437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/93668437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93668437' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-93553381</id><published>2003-04-30T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T14:00:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I took a few empty boxes home from the store. While waiting to go online, I managed to pack some of my books into 2 boxes. Mum advised us not to unpack everything when we move into the apartment since we'll be moving out to the BI condo in about 10 months time. So I've separated the "unimportant-don't-have-to-open-till-10-months-later" stuff from the important stuff. So the room is about 1/5 done</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/93553381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/93553381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93553381' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-93421521</id><published>2003-04-28T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T14:15:35.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*ahem*Hands got itchy again. Heh. Decided to go black up there coz the background colour of the 2 little pics were black. The guy on the left is actually taken from a pic of my friend who posed like that. Had both pics on my computer for quite some time. Were my early experiments with Photoshop hehehe... and I've managed to repair the line at the bottom... yayyy...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/93421521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/93421521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93421521' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-93388251</id><published>2003-04-28T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T01:43:46.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mum has been fretting so much about the moving process. More than the usual, too. And I’ve just realized why. We came to this house with practically nothing but the clothes we had. Because the house in Ipoh was a company house… with company furniture… and a company car… the fact that we’ve stayed in this house for 10 years may give you an inkling as to how much shit we’ve bought over the years.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/93388251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/93388251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93388251' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-93354470</id><published>2003-04-27T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T12:20:56.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wahey...Played around with the codes. Moved things around and gave it a new colour... how is it?? Too dark??Stuck with those white spaces at the top of each side tables though... i.e. above my pic and the chat box... dunno how to fix 'em. And also if you scroll down till the end, you'll notice that the grey line at the bottom doesn't stretch till the end on the right.. sigh. Oh well...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/93354470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/93354470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93354470' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-93284222</id><published>2003-04-25T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T06:53:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know what?I hate the rain. Lemme say it again. I HATE THE RAIN.Work started at 6pm yesterday. I was already ready and set to go by 5. And then the heavens opened up and it poured. P-o-u-r-e-d. So I sat for about 10 minutes before deciding to go out when the rain seemed bearable. Ahh... but the buses decided to play hide n’ seek with me… and the taxis decided “Oh, why don’t we join the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/93284222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/93284222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93284222' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-93109274</id><published>2003-04-23T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T06:05:18.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A day of many firsts…Just before I left the house this morning for work, a call came through from (Payal, read this!) Edward – a manager from another store who was working as the manager-on-duty today at my store. I had to drop by the Starbucks HQ in town to pick up a few stuff. So there I was, in the HQ for the first time. Quite intimidating seeing that a this is where most of the top brass </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/93109274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/93109274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93109274' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-92883626</id><published>2003-04-19T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T04:19:16.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's see..My parents went to have a look at a few houses today, namely 1 house in Bukit Indah and 1 apartment next to Ampang Point. The BI house, its owner only wants a Malay family to move into it cheh. The apartment....hmm.. its a bit dirty as a result of the present tenants.. but mum said its not impossible to turn it into a cosy place. Its just beside the whole Ampang Point area, so it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/92883626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/92883626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92883626' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-92673333</id><published>2003-04-15T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T14:10:01.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1st of June.And it's bye bye house.I feel like making a scrapbook or something. An ode to the house kinda shit, y'know? Why? Becoz my memory sucks, and I don't want to forget the little things that made us stay here for so long. This wasn't a perfect house, that term is being held by the Ipoh house. I've got a month or so to complete this task. Wish me luck to do justice to the house. Will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/92673333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/92673333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92673333' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-92594784</id><published>2003-04-14T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T11:30:46.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To those who didn’t know, I had a Coffee Master Challenge this morning. Only getting the resource manuals the night before, I decided to stay up throughout the night reading all that shit. Nearly made it except for an hour of sleep and an hour of Internet. Hehe. The Coffee Master Challenge is an inter-store competition held during the months of April, May and June where the winners of each </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/92594784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/92594784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92594784' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-92525959</id><published>2003-04-13T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T08:15:10.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have lived in 5 different houses. My birthplace being OUG, 3 in Ampang and a short stint in Ipoh in between. The one I’m living in now, has been the longest. Came here in Dec’93. We chose this place as a gamble, because there weren’t any shops nearby and the neighborhood wasn’t developed yet. The managing company was new, too but their future outlook on the whole Bukit Indah concept was well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/92525959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/92525959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92525959' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-92382492</id><published>2003-04-10T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T13:47:16.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A lot of people seemed to have liked my previous entry. Thanks. I thought I was a tad sappy there.Today though, it’s the future that’s in my head. I found myself standing behind the espresso bar in the store… and remembered what I used to want in life. To travel. When I was small, I thought the concept of ‘vacation’ would satisfy my whims. Unfortunately, I came to realize the stark fact that my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/92382492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/92382492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92382492' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-92313765</id><published>2003-04-09T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T13:55:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not goin for the test tomoro. I woke up today at 1pm, felt SO tired so I called my manager and told her I won't be coming into the store earlier to sit down and finish my Core 2 book. Hehe. I can be a Coffee Master another time. Then I went back to sleep and woke up at 4pm for work at 7pm. Heheh.Before ANY of you accuse me of being a lazy ass and pity my manager... it was not my fault! It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/92313765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/92313765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92313765' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-92230655</id><published>2003-04-08T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T10:23:18.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guess what? My manager is sending me for the Starbucks Coffee Master Test in the KL Sentral store on Thursday. If I pass it, my apron won't be green anymore, but BLACK! And I'll be termed a Coffee Master. But first, I've gotta finish my Core 2 book, which I just received today because the KL District didn't have stock.. but somehow my manager got hold of one for me just so that I can go for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/92230655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/92230655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92230655' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-92079633</id><published>2003-04-05T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T23:51:01.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Starbucks just called. I’m working the closing shift from 5pm-12am today. I’m supposed to be off today. ARGH.Yesterday, I worked from 4pm-12am.I was supposed to be off, but then the day before they managed to persuade me to come in at 6pm coz not enough people. But then at 12pm they called to ask me to come in 2 hours earlier. ARGH.Last Friday, I was supposed to work from 6pm-12am… and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/92079633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/92079633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92079633' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-91919038</id><published>2003-04-03T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T07:51:43.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm.. *holds a VCD in her hands*Chi gave me this VCD. He said it was suppose to be in French.. looks like a documentary on skateboarders... hahah.. ok, even English skateboarding terms I cannot understand, how would I fare in French? Hmmm... heheheThis VCD exchanging thingy started on Tuesday, when we all were hanging out after class. We were watching the old folks learning how to dance </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91919038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91919038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91919038' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-91852633</id><published>2003-04-02T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T09:17:15.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow! You're a Caramel Macchiato! Trendy as hell,you're a popular drink among female starbucksgoers. Your smooth caramel taste soothes thesoul. People love you, despite your caloriccontent. They are pleasantly surprised by thesweet caramel residue that you always leavebehind in the bottom of their cup.What Tasty Starbucks Beverage are you? brought to you by QuizillaI know I know.... now my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91852633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91852633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91852633' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-91643427</id><published>2003-03-30T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T03:16:00.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’m keeping the laptop aside for a week. I don’t think the upcoming phone bill is gonna make my mum happy.. hehe. I’m gonna finish my book, and ½ of the 1000-piece glow in the dark jigsaw puzzle lying under my bed with the mothballs. Celeste will survive!Amit’s sulking. Coz I only mentioned him once in here. Like mentioning the word “AMIT” would make me more popular in search engines’ </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91643427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91643427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91643427' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-91611439</id><published>2003-03-29T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T11:19:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok. I messaged Anan today to tell him sorry for being so childish. Haha.. the store was damn busy today and the concourse area? Don't even ask. I bet the cars were so proud of all the attention they got from shoppers. Haha. I'm off tomoro. It's gonna be TLC Day for Celeste tomoro. I'm gonna park my ass at home, give an overhaul to my room's furniture arrangement, and sit down and finish my damn</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91611439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91611439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91611439' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-91567893</id><published>2003-03-28T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T13:26:58.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've taken the risk. The plunge.Why do I feel like as though I've done a mistake?Sigh. Whatever that may come, let it come... I'll just get over it.I wish there was an 'Undo' button in life. I'd give it a BIG click.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91567893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91567893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91567893' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-91563909</id><published>2003-03-28T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T12:08:08.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in a dilemma. I hate this feeling. Hate it. Should I get it done and over with? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91563909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91563909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91563909' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-91559052</id><published>2003-03-28T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T10:36:38.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's see...- 2 croissants- 2 blueberry danish- 2 oriental BBQ chicken puffs- 1 apple danish- 1 turkey &amp; peas pieHe he he he... yes I did the closing shift today. He he he he..Oh.. I got tackled today? Haha.. you see right, there's this car exhibition thingy that's been goin on for the past 2 weeks in the concourse area in front of Starbucks... Honda, Hyundai, Peugeot and the national </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91559052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91559052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91559052' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-91533509</id><published>2003-03-27T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T23:47:09.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There I was, late for my French class in Brickfields. Couldn't get a damn seat in the LRT at KLCC, so I stood between the door and the glass panel with my eyes closed. "Next station... Pasar Seni.."Opened my eyes when the doors next to me opened. I looked up see the glass reflection on the doors opposite me to see who's coming in la kan... and what do I see???ABE!!Ok I must be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91533509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91533509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91533509' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-91467794</id><published>2003-03-27T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T00:37:17.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heard of the blogger from Baghdad? Wondering if it's real? Then (click here!) to find out.Thanks to Lynnzter for blogging about it. It's my off day today. And I've got French class at 7.30pm later. Doesn't that suck? Having an off day on the day that you have to haul your ass half the way across town after 6pm. I can't even laze around properly. Hehe. Surprisingly, my phone rang not once.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91467794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91467794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91467794' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-91429540</id><published>2003-03-26T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T12:18:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to the store today and what do I get? Both the tills were on a 'System Down' mode. Meaning that we had to write out orders manually.Meaning that we had to use a calculator to get the sale amount.+ 5% government tax. "..Oooo miss, don't forget that I have a 20% discount, you know!.."*my brains are fried*Our beloved Starbucks District Manager was there too, amongst the commotion. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91429540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91429540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91429540' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-91233281</id><published>2003-03-23T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T10:43:52.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Most Eligible Bachelors List is OUT!!!Ladies.. any comments? I only managed to glimpse through it.. no shout outs to any particular guy yet. Keevan's picture laaaassssstttt time was and still is the best laaa...Oh.. a mat salleh lecturer from Sunway College is in it! Wahey?!?! Quite a few surprises actually.. like Alex Tan is not Chinese-looking... and how about that dentist fella?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91233281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91233281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91233281' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-91189375</id><published>2003-03-22T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T11:06:10.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoe Fong, I can't believe you sat at the store with your friend for nearly 4 hours and actually sent me all the way back home. Wahh.. I should've waited till you came so that I could have taken my 40 minutes break to sit and have a chit chat with you..Sorry I couldn't though, Saturday night... you saw how busy it was!!Thanks for the ride home! Hope you enjoyed the cake and drinks on my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91189375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91189375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91189375' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-91168156</id><published>2003-03-21T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T22:24:25.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Germany“Can a bad war lead to good results?” the left wing Berliner Zeitung daily asked rhetorically. No, it replied, “you cannot bomb the world for its own good”.IndonesiaMedia Indonesia exclaimed “… the US should be isolated globally. Let that country live alone and die alone.”South KoreaThe JoongAng daily defended President Roh Moo Hyun’s move to support the war however as “an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91168156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91168156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91168156' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-91137054</id><published>2003-03-21T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T10:28:40.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I’ve created a Starbucks pastry monster in my family.My dad.After picking me up from work just now at midnight, we arrived home for me to find nice Chinese dinner food leftover by the others on the table. But he just said “I wanna eat your pastries..” and started to open all the pastry bags I brought back. Hahahaha. I just stood there watching him cut all the sweet stuff into little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91137054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91137054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91137054' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-91107061</id><published>2003-03-20T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T21:38:58.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My dreams are being invaded by Starbucks!!*takes a pillow and muffles my screams with it*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91107061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/91107061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91107061' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-90996803</id><published>2003-03-19T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T08:04:47.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Berbagai orang, berbagai ragam… loosely translated  - different types of people, different types of characters…I compare myself to other people, and I think that I’m the type who lets things roll off my back like water on a duck. Not wanting to have enemies does not necessarily mean wanting to have a lot of friends. This is where most people misunderstand me. Typical ‘misunderstood’ scenario </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/90996803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/90996803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90996803' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-90718991</id><published>2003-03-14T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T11:15:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blady rain. Now my joints are all hurting.Work was ok.. was weird abit coz I’ve been off for the past week. Heard a few customers asked for me yesterday. Now that was music to my ears. I’m off again tomorrow coz there’s too many partners available (those who can only work during weekends) so I’m heading to KLCC to settle my Maxis phone bill (finally!). Jaring or TmNet? Whaddaya think? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/90718991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/90718991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90718991' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-90654339</id><published>2003-03-13T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T09:10:39.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gosh am I tired.Stayed over at Aishath’s on Wed nite becoz of that Money &amp; Capital Market lecture at 8am (!!) on Thursday. Before I left Ampang, Abe called and suggested to meet up at Pyramid coz it was supposedly Stars’ last nite and beers were 50% off. And he wanted his mug ( I had no idea what this thing was ).. so yea.. for once its not dinner at RSB… hehe.Reached Kelana Jaya station at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/90654339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/90654339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90654339' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-90540349</id><published>2003-03-11T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T12:17:07.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check this out. Was bored trying to get my lecture notes online when Amit suddenly messages me to log into IRC.. and I see him asking all the intelligent people to check this site out and figure out the damn thing hehe. Oh the answers they came up with.. threw me back to my F6 days LOL. I just went for the simple answer my head could churn out at 4am in the morning. Summary of my day :  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/90540349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/90540349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90540349' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-90408008</id><published>2003-03-09T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T09:50:40.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a public holiday tomoro... and I've gotta go all the way to Sunway. To do homework for Biz Law tute.Sigh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/90408008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/90408008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90408008' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-90328290</id><published>2003-03-07T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T15:42:14.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh I forgot to tell you guys, I had a talk with my Course Manager, and she has allowed me to attend both lectures and tutorials while the outcome of my bank loan is still pending. And I attended BizLaw lecture yesterday with the tute this morning at 11am. I’m just contented. You all would know what I wished for last night as I blew out the candles from Payal’s cake, wouldn’t you? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/90328290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/90328290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90328290' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-90316473</id><published>2003-03-07T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T11:28:54.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought that i was gonna spend the 1st few minutes of my 'special day' finishing up the closing shift in Starbucks. How pathetic. And then Payal comes at 10pm... followed by Cindy, Su Jin, Eka, Syafik and Afeef at 11+pm. I was just shocked. I thought all this talk between Syafik and Afeef to come to the store to get pastries after the closing shift was a pull of the leg hahaha.. they actually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/90316473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/90316473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90316473' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-90241868</id><published>2003-03-06T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T07:36:13.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to college the past 2 days. And I already feel like an outsider.Guess that’s how it is when you are the only one who doesn’t have any classes to attend.But I did meet a few people who I didn’t expect to see. Andreas in Pyramid when I got down from the bus, Cheng Yau on the way to Spectrum, Irfan and Aity at RSB last night, not to mention bumping into Arief when I left the restaurant, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/90241868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/90241868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90241868' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-90166529</id><published>2003-03-05T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T01:03:17.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To my Monash friends, Isil has created a Yahoo group for us and future additions to our gang, if there will ever be any.Click below please.Click to subscribe to monashgroup</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/90166529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/90166529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90166529' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470162.post-90155655</id><published>2003-03-04T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T20:15:46.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you see a guy bout 19 years old, 1 head taller than me, looks a wee bit like me wearing a black Starbucks t-shirt today around town, smack him will ya? LOL. Damn Bertie found my t-shirt and found out that I was only going back to work on Friday. So all his neutrons fired themselves in the right place and he asked if he could wear it to classes. Gosh! He already has a share in my jeans ( which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/90155655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470162/posts/default/90155655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestetienne.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90155655' title=''/><author><name>Platypuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
