<?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-20181481</id><updated>2011-10-29T05:17:43.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickle My Elmo</title><subtitle type='html'>Push my buttons, I know you want to....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-2796367712045474591</id><published>2009-02-10T11:37:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:06:54.631+09:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining Men</title><content type='html'>Men suck. I think that explains everything really. But if you are still not satisfied with this statement, I shall explain. Men really, really suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had the weirdest week, and it all seemed to revolve around the idiotic actions of males. I say idiotic, but what I mean is .... well, I can't really say. Too many curse words for one blog.&lt;br /&gt;It all started last Saturday night. I was having a drink with my best mate, well, more than one, and having a rather good time. I felt sorry for this poor guy at the bar who seemed lost. So, me being me and quite drunk, I went up to him and said "have you lost something?". Yup, not the best pick up line ever, but it worked. The next day he asked if he could call me and catch up again to which i replied "ugh". Hangovers suck, especially when there is someone else there. The next day he called and we caught up. This went on all week. Till Friday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at my place picking up a few things for that night (yea, I was heading out again) when I got a phone call. It was him. He pretty much got to the point and said "I don't think we should see each other anymore". First, omg, how friggen lame is that statement. We are not in a mills and boons novel. And it had only been a week. Thats not 'seeing someone'. Anyway, he explained that he still had feelings for someone else and that she had been around at his place that night saying that, when she broke up with him, it was not because she didnt like him, it's just that she needs time. I really wanted to tell him that this really means "I don't like you enough to be in a relationship with you, but I like you enough (or the ego bost anyway) to not want you to be with anyone else". He chose to wait till she had "dealt with her issues". I told him to delete my number. I was not overly upset. Actually, I found it rather amusing. But this was the first thing to go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mate had come down for the weekend with two of his friends, a couple who really needed to get a room, screw, and get it out of their system. We organised to catch up with them on Thursday ngiht for a few drinks. They had been there all of an hour playing pool, when one of them felt a bit sick and they all had to leave. Not sure why they all left, but I didnt ask questions. We planned to catch up the next night. We had all gone out for tea and they had left to go back to their rooms to get ready. Later we got a message. Someone else was feeling sick, so they decided to stay in their rooms. I was a bit put out, but kinda pleased that I could get some sleep. Saturday night came round. We had planned from the beginning that we would have drinks at my place with a few other people we knew. This is the part that REALLY pissed me off. The other people showed up. I messaged them. And guess what.... one of them felt sick. I was really getting sick of this excuse. The said that they would still try to make it though. A couple of hours later I check my phone and find a couple of messages from them. After a bit of back and forth they tell me they feel sick, arent drinking, but are at the local nightclub playing pool. Now, I must ask, If you are feeling ill, why would you go to a nightclub to play pool? The thing that really got me going was that they chose to play pool over hanging out with us, who are suppose to be thier mates. And they had done this more than once! So, I sent a message saying that it was a bit beyond a joke. He got a bit upset with me for that. The rest of the time I was pretty much ignored, they complained about a few more things, then they left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing that happened that weekend is the most annoying of them all. I had been 'friends' with a guy for about a year before it was decided that we should end it. He then went overseas on holiday. Friday night (I was suppose to be out, but wasnt due to cancelation - see above) I got a message at about 1 am asking me if I was out or at home from this 'friend'. I said I was home about to watch  movie. About an hour later I got a phone call. He asked if he could come around and me, feeling a bit down after being 'dumped', stupidly said yes. So, come around he did, where he proceeded to tell me he missed me, wanted to be with me, but wasnt sure after everything else that had happened (ex wife etc). I was very confused. In the morning he left and I havent heard much since. Awesome. not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I sit here dumped, rejected and confused all thanks to a few males. Ugh, Men suck. Im gonna go make myself a chocolate cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-2796367712045474591?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/2796367712045474591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=2796367712045474591&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/2796367712045474591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/2796367712045474591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-raining-men.html' title='It&apos;s Raining Men'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-4462000820209986949</id><published>2009-02-04T13:56:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:11:37.936+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight of the World</title><content type='html'>Why is everyone wingeing about their weight? For f**k sake, Im sure there are more important things to bang on about, like the price of fuel (which was getting better, but seems to have taken a step backwards recently), or how you can never seem to find that hot top you saw a few weeks ago when you finally have enough money to buy it. Sure, a little bit of body image awareness is healthy, but complete obsession over 1 kg? I dont get it. If anything, I should be the one freaking out over whether I should have that last tim tam or go for a cross country run over burning coals (fat burns off, right?). How many people have, instead of going and talking to that hot guy/chick, have stood there thinking "omg, they might catch a glimpse of my arse mountain/ bingo wings / thunder thighs with extra thunder" while someone else has made a move and you have missed out? And then you notice that the guy/chick doesnt seem to notice the other persons spare tyre. In fact, they seem to be getting on fine despite their physical let downs, that, by the way, only you can see because that is all you think about. To be quite honest, I am more worried about how my awesome joke will work in a real life situation and if he will laugh at it or look at me like I suggested we take over the world by contaminating the vodka supply with a mind control drug.  I dont have time to worry about my butt. Ill worry about that if I actually take the guy home.&lt;br /&gt;But, if this seems to be suck a major issue for people, don't fret. Im sure Apple are working on an iButt, where you can check and rate your arse on a small, slim and stylish electronic gadget, which also plays "Fat Bottomed Girls" if you are a bit on the porky side, or Victoria Beckhams latest single if a Butt is undetected.&lt;br /&gt;So, GET OVER IT! Honestly, you are the only one who cares how much you weigh. I personally dont give a fig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-4462000820209986949?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/4462000820209986949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=4462000820209986949&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/4462000820209986949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/4462000820209986949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2009/02/weight-of-world.html' title='Weight of the World'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-3572489950339412548</id><published>2008-11-29T19:57:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:10:42.130+09:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHH IM OLD AND BORING</title><content type='html'>It's Saturday night, the last one in November. Everyone who is anyone is out drinking and being merry for Work Christmas Shows, the last of the birthdays, catching up with people after a busy week, or celebrating the Uni holidays. So, what do you think I am doing? For the first time in forever, NOTHING! How the F**k did this happen?  I mean, I may not be a budding socialite, but I have my fair share of social events. I always have at least one thing to go to on a weekend, even if it is just hanging out with a few mates. But this weekend, instead of being out there having a blast, I am here, developing a deep and meaningful relationship with my south facing wall. All my friends are at the before mentioned events. How the hell did I get looked over? Am I old and boring? Should I take up knitting or rescue an insane amount of cats who will live with me forever and be my only companions? It may seem like I am overreacting, but come on, this is me! I shouldn't be wasting away here on a Saturday night! There is even a few metal bands playing tonight! But I found before that I had a severe lack of funds. And its not like this is the only night I am having this dilema. Next weekend (an in fact including next week) the only thing I have to look some what forward to is a Street Machine meeting that I'm attending. And not because I am a member (although, I plan to be soon), but because I saw my Dad today and told him how bored I was, so he invited me along. AH! WHAT IS GOING ON!?! I swear, if I listen hard enough I can hear the Twilight Zone theme music.&lt;br /&gt;And, just to really prove that I am old and boring, I even started work at a nightclub on Thursday. SINCE WHEN DID STARTING WORK AT A NIGHTCLUB MEAN LONG, BORING SATURDAY NIGHTS AT HOME? Please someone tell me if this is just happening to me, or if it in fact happens to everyone at least once. Im really afraid that this is the end of the social line for me. NOOOOOOOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-3572489950339412548?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/3572489950339412548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=3572489950339412548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/3572489950339412548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/3572489950339412548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahhh-im-old-and-boring.html' title='AHHH IM OLD AND BORING'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-7208885534592948260</id><published>2008-11-03T19:58:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:31:15.731+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Of Ages</title><content type='html'>Hey hey. It has been a very busy weekend in the land of me. My halloween party and resulting hangovers are over, the decorations are at varying rates of decay, but sheesh, its been a long weekend! It all went well..... till certain people decided to make gorges out of freshly dug graves. While that did bother me, I tried not to let it get me down... with the help of more alcohol. It certainly was interesting and entertainment for all. I shall try and get some photo's up when I have the use of the computer that actualy does something. Till then, you can find them at my myspace page (I know, I'm lame enough to have one). &lt;strong&gt;myspace.com/cesseldavessel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then headed off to our loverly capital city (Harumph) Adelaide to see Cheap Trick and Def Leppard. My lovely mother bought me a ticket for my birthday (and so she could go see them with someone). Omg, it was awesome! We got prime possies close to the front within thrusting distance. Photos can also be found at my myspace page, but I will add them here as well.&lt;br /&gt;I must say though, that standing on hard concrete for four and a half hours with minimal room to move hurts. I limped out of the place, and I hadn't even pulled a hip thrusting muscle!&lt;br /&gt;But I must say, that despite their wrinkles, greying hair and possible incontinence problems, they can still 'rock out'. I do despise that term though, but it just fits so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to apologise for the possible boredom this post may induce, but I havent slept for three days and feel a little lethargic. I shall elaborate more soon, but for now, you will have to make do with this.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-7208885534592948260?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/7208885534592948260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=7208885534592948260&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/7208885534592948260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/7208885534592948260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2008/11/rock-of-ages.html' title='Rock Of Ages'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-2804436479317144357</id><published>2008-10-29T21:43:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:56:04.496+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Back Baby</title><content type='html'>Ok, so once again I have been extremely slack, although this bout of laziness has lasted a year and a half. The reason why I have returned to this world of blogdom is due to Kez, who is dedicated to his pages of sex, intrigue, humor and bitching, so I thought I should give it another whirl. My life seems to be slightly more interesting than previously, and I have grown up some, so what better time than now to make an arse of myself in internet land, rather than just in front of the people I know. And make an arse I do. I hope I shall induce some giggles and horrified shakes of the head. Right, well, lets get down to it shall we...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently celebrated a birthday and now have my feet firmly planted in the adult phase of my life. Depressing I know. I am, however, in denial of this fact and shall plan to act like the teenager I wish I was for a long time yet. My mother is not happy. My signature birthday party is this Friday, which should be great. What started out as a great idea to host a Halloween party for my close pals has ended up completely out of control. No, Im not faced with a Corey like party where my whole street will be destroyed and ill be scrapeing teeny boppers off my doorstep for the next week. No, Im talking about the one where I have gone completely mad, along with the help of my good mate Kitty, and gone completely over budget, have been working on decorations for the past three weeks and will take two days to set up. Not to mention I have gone and stressed out about the weather, where i'm going to fit everyone, how the decorations will fit in the backyard and where the hell im going to find a pumpkin. And I am still madly finishing my Majors for uni. Im also hoping my costume wont fall apart and leave me in my grundies in the middle of the yard for all to see. URGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this is to hoping all will be fine. I shall try and get some pics up after the party and tell you all the horrifying stories. I really need to finish this essay. Its 4 days late. Go me and my new mature outlook. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles, Cessel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-2804436479317144357?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/2804436479317144357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=2804436479317144357&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/2804436479317144357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/2804436479317144357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-back-baby.html' title='Im Back Baby'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-8320580410062632524</id><published>2007-01-31T14:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T14:16:26.754+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Immature Aged Student</title><content type='html'>Howdy all. What has been happening? I have been run off my feet. Organizing my life, you know, the usual. How is this for stupid though, our dumb arse real estate agent 'forgot' to conduct an inspection a few weeks ago and has now decided to do one on monday. This would be fine if me and my housemate Bobby werent both going away this weekend. So we have had to juggle cleaning the house thouroughly AGAIN with work, packing, and our enourmous social life as people are down as well. Can you say bad timing? So last night we attampted to do the best we can. Bobby leaves tonight and I am setting off tomoro, so it will have to bloody well do. I can garuntee it wont though as the Bitch Features, as i like to call her, hates my friggen guts. Not sure why, im always polite and friendly. When im awake. But nothing i do is ever good enough for her. I have to ask how the fuck did she get a job at a Real Estate Agents? B I T C H. If anyone else is there, everything is fine. But if i am there she picks the shit out of everything. Gah. Now im angry!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that was not what this post is suppose to be about. Ive decided what i want to do with my life.... kind of. I am in the process of working my way into Uni. Go me! I want that little certificaty thing they give you at the end to show how damn good you are (no one believes you when you just straight out tell them Ive found). Then i might take up flower arranging. Ha ha. But seriously, i need to do something with my life, and this shitty job aint it. The pay is shocking (ok, im a volunteer) and all i do is surf the net all day. I feel like bursting into song. Not sure why, but i thought id share that with you. ill update more as i find out.&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats it for me, im gonna try and get my arse out of here and finish sorting my shit out for tomorro. Woo hoo, i havent been on holiday for over a year now. its exciting. ill tell you what happens and how many times i break the law!&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, amuse yourselves while i relax and go nuts.... not at the same time obviously.&lt;br /&gt;Toodle Pip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-8320580410062632524?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/8320580410062632524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=8320580410062632524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/8320580410062632524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/8320580410062632524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2007/01/immature-aged-student.html' title='Immature Aged Student'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-5352937905343866369</id><published>2007-01-24T13:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T13:26:04.745+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Over A New Tree</title><content type='html'>Its well into the new year and everyone is back trying to settle into work, life etc after the great alcoholic fuzz that was the holiday days season. But just when we thought it was all over and we could catch up on all those hangovers we drank through, something else comes up. Australia Day. And we all know it would be completely un-Australian not to get at least slightly sloshed on this wonderful occasion. So that is what i plan to do. And, with all the 21st birthdays coming up (Happy Bday Row and Shakeira!) i cant seem to find a sober weekend in sight! I also have a concert lined up to attend soon. ARGH! WHEN WILL IT STOP. to be quite honest, one weekend off isnt too much to ask, is it? But it always seems to end up filled celebrating something. Also, in this month alone, i have been graced with the presence of Kezz (love ya bitch) and Wendy (are you from China or Japan?) And a blast did we have.&lt;br /&gt;With celebrations come costumes and i was a neon bunny at new years, dressed in formal for Rows 21st, a school girl (for the hell of it really) and this weekend see us all compiling the grossest items to be found in op shops. That one shall be interesting!&lt;br /&gt;After all this i have come to the conclusion that January does not seem to be an accurate name for this month. Instead i propose the first month of the year to be renamed Hungober!&lt;br /&gt;All those out there who a agree with me say "Hoh!". Can i get a "Hell Yea!".&lt;br /&gt;In other news, i have successfully found a name for my band! And we have had quite alot of interest despite the fact we havent even practised yet! Go us! We are rock stars before we have even rocked! impressive. but now im afraid of the expectations that follow this 'hype', if you can call it that. But i am very confident in the members, so hopefuly we will blow their brains out! Now hiring "clean up crew". So, you all have to keep an ear out for "Elysium". we will be coming soon! I know i wouldnt miss it! ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats all from mee peeps, and ill be chatting to you all later!&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, Rock On and celebrate like there will be no hangover tomorow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-5352937905343866369?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/5352937905343866369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=5352937905343866369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/5352937905343866369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/5352937905343866369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2007/01/turning-over-new-tree.html' title='Turning Over A New Tree'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-9075239485620341217</id><published>2006-12-19T14:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T14:55:17.905+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring On The Champagne!</title><content type='html'>I am soooo in love with Christmas! Had a Christmas party at my place Friday night. It was fun. Me and Bobby made punch. Good punch. You can kinda guess how the reat of our night went. Lots of dancing on the back of Country Girls ute, Annoying our Neighbour and general drunkeness. Have no idea how i ended up out at our local crappy nightclub, but i was there. not sure what happened there, but i was there all the same. Sat night went and watched a couple of bands, went out and ended up shit faced again. A friend (we shall call her E. Walker)  of mine ended up with some guy standing out the front of her house. Weird!&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Kabby is trying to break up with this guy. She broke up with him a week ago and she has just kinda realised they may as well be together again. Poor love cant stand hurting people. Anyways, things have gotten pretty desperate. On both sides. He msged her and asked her what she would do if she found a ring under the christmas tree. Well, yep, there is a ring involved and she doesnt know what to do. Its christmas and you must be a bitch to break up with someone on a holiday. I do it all the time. I should maybe stop doing that. Although, if Kabby does it on Christmas, between me and her we will have New Years, Easter and Christams for 2006 covered. I dont know what to say to her but "this should have been over ages ago". What do you do in that situation? Rip his heart out or possibly risk him still having the wrong idea about the relationship. What would you do people out there in blog world? Has it happened to you or have you had to do it  to someone? Help us please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-9075239485620341217?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/9075239485620341217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=9075239485620341217&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/9075239485620341217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/9075239485620341217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2006/12/bring-on-champagne.html' title='Bring On The Champagne!'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-4530135571919260573</id><published>2006-12-05T11:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T12:07:01.282+09:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Begining To Look Alot Like Christmas</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited! I love Christmas! And it's getting closer. Me and my housemate decided to buy one of those advent calander thingies with the windows you open each day leading up to christmas. Yep, we did it for the Chocolate, but oh well. We found a Mr Men one. He he he he. My works Christmas party is tomorow night, which should be interesting. Not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing. But free grog, who could say no! (also have permission to get slightly shloshed, but shall refrain. Thank god we dont have a full sized photocopier!) Me and Bobby (housemate for those playing at home) have also organised our own chrissie party! Its only 2 weeks away! First one i have ever held that involved alcohol. Go me. We have decorated our house, but both agree we need more tinsel. Can never have too much tinsel! And our tree is a bit on the patheticaly small side, but we are making up for it with Christmas cheer. And Muppet Christmas Movies. I have a few more pressies to get yet, i just have no idea what to buy people. And i have to buy the ingredients for my Christmas Punch. I have no idea what those ingredients are as i am making it up as i go along. Wish me luck. Might get some of those cool chips that are shaped like christmas trees. They just look funky. Still havent finished writing out christmas cards. I am so slack. Should do that tonight. I'll put it on my massive to do list. Also must get some tacky christmas carols cds. Just to add to the whole fake christmas charm we all love so much.&lt;br /&gt;Crap, my boss is back. I gotta run. Post more later. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-4530135571919260573?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/4530135571919260573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=4530135571919260573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/4530135571919260573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/4530135571919260573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-begining-to-look-alot-like.html' title='It&apos;s Begining To Look Alot Like Christmas'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-6261294664762002262</id><published>2006-11-17T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T11:19:58.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went out last night. I know i know, i shouldnt go out on a school night, but i couldnt help it. The alcohol was calling me. Actualy i had a great night. I got a number (woop woop) and an address (dont quite know what the go was with that though!?) and an ex confesed his undying love for me. weird weird, but fun. Went to the local "nightclub" and half of the staff had the night off and were already drunk when i got there. It was hilarious. One of them threw up before 11 which i thought was impressive. The place only opened at 10! got me out of the house anyways. Tonight i have been begged to go back and pull an all-nighter with the staff after hours. I really should have a quiet night in, but we all know i wont.&lt;br /&gt;Hasnt the weather been fucked up lately. We have had freezing cold days. I kept getting brain freeze when i stuck my head out the door. Then, today, the sun is out and its t shirt (maybe even shorts) weather. What the hell is going on????? hey, weather dude MAKE UP YOUR FUCKING MIND! Its been REALLY freaky and weird.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about freaky and weird, we have our local christmas pagent tomorrow. Paper mache and kids on the back of trucks. woo hoo. And the most up-fucked thing about it is im going to watch my mum coz she will be in it. well she is sitting in a truck with her BF who has been conned into driving it. I plan to still be drunk! Oh, and i need a santa hat. Its not the same if you dont wear a dodgy santa hat. I wonder if i have last years somewhere. I might have to buy a new one. The always seem to go missing after christmas, well, mine do.&lt;br /&gt;Well, im going to go do some work. Toodle pip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-6261294664762002262?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/6261294664762002262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=6261294664762002262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/6261294664762002262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/6261294664762002262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-went-out-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-3427671146032759639</id><published>2006-11-15T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T11:25:01.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Pet</title><content type='html'>Meet BUFFY. My new pet bat. Yep, got bored at work and thought, what the hell, he looks cute. Hope you like him. I know i do. He he he.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-3427671146032759639?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/3427671146032759639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=3427671146032759639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/3427671146032759639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/3427671146032759639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-new-pet.html' title='My New Pet'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-8668679625312623773</id><published>2006-11-14T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T11:29:04.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-No Title-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Howdy all. i have updated my blog, arent i a good girl. how was everyones weekend? mine was fine, i guess. Nothing overly exciting happened to me though. No abductions, no demonic possesions, no psychotic behaviour. i didnt even break a nail. how dull. Friday night i had a quiet one in. unbelieveable, i know. but i had a cold and felt like shit. Saturday noght was pretty uneventful. went out, got pissed. nothing unusual. Woah! A whole heap of children are walking past the place i am working in. Ahhhh, save me! Children scare me. well, not really. only because i know i am bigger than they are! ha ha, suck, kiddies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, got a bit off track there. OMG i would kill for a smoke. Yes, i know, bad habit, gonna kill ya blah blah blah blah, I buy packets with those graphic pictures. Hey, you know, i just had a great idea. They should put pictures of morbidly obese people on Maccas packaging to deter people. Or ban fatty foods from public places. Thatll learn em. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was weird. I cleaned up the house (have an inspection tomorrow, damn it), made my special sausage rolls, did my washing and even went grocery shopping. But i am so sore today! I'm aching all over. shows how active i am! I dont know what got me so motivated, but tonight im thinking i might take my mums dog for a walk and keep this thing going, while i still feel like this. Wish me luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dont really know what else to write about. might walk the dog an think about possible posts. Well, im off. have fun all! Goodbye cruel world... Till next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-8668679625312623773?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/8668679625312623773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=8668679625312623773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/8668679625312623773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/8668679625312623773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-title.html' title='-No Title-'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-116313288397868760</id><published>2006-11-10T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:34:59.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blargh</title><content type='html'>Urgh. Ever have one of those days when you just feel like absolute shit? I'm having one of those days. I am getting a cold, I have had 3 hours sleep and a killer hangover just to top everything off! And i am at work again. Damn it. I shouldnt be sitting at this desk. I am completely useless in this state. a zombie. maybe i should audition for the next installment of the living dead. Nah, id be too lifeless. SNAP OUT OF IT CESSEL!&lt;br /&gt;That didnt do anything. Anyways, i caught up with a mate i havent seen for ages last night! We use to best friends in high school, but had a huge falling out over a guy (he was not worth it we found out later). We started talking again towards the end of school, but havent really kept in touch. I found out she was down and i saw her out last night, so we ditched everyone else and chatted for ages. and got drunk. dont think her boyfriend is too happy with me for stealing her away, getting her drunk and kidnapping her till 6am. I love catching up with people from high school. you can revisit crushes, where they are now, how crappy school socials were and the dance moves we busted as teeny boppers. Anyone watching us or over hearing some of our conversations would have thought we had well and truely lost the plot. but it was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;Also bumped into a whole heap of my mums (and formerly Kez's) work mates last night. They were messier than i was! Crack up. Apparently there was a farewell last night and they had all decided to party on afterwards. I wonder how many called in sick today? I know i should have. urgh. The only problem is, my mums work mates are very affectionate when they are pissed and i ended up covered in grog! Hey, tonight all i have to do is ring out my jeans, theres enough grog in there to get me well on my way again. Actualy, im thinking of having a quiet one tonight. dont all fall over at once. I probably wont stick to it, but im gonna try!&lt;br /&gt;crap, boss is here. got to fly. Goodbye cruel world, for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-116313288397868760?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/116313288397868760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=116313288397868760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/116313288397868760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/116313288397868760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2006/11/blargh.html' title='Blargh'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-116296793124892211</id><published>2006-11-08T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:34:58.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Gawd</title><content type='html'>Woo hoo, two posts in one day. But i just HAD to share this and i forgot earlier.&lt;br /&gt;My ex is a bit of a dimwitted tard. First he "doesnt want a relationship" then ditches me for a chick who is, frankly, butt ugly and psycho, then he expects me to still sleep with him every now and then. Wanker. while at the local night club (in fact, said night club was voted the worst in SA, but what can you do, only place that is open late enough) i see him and his "girlfriend". He goes to the toilet and returns to find the nutter pashing some other guy. i find this to be an instant reason for relationship termination, but no, he decides to push the other guy and start shit. Result: he gets kicked out of the club (through the side door) and she wonders what is wrong. i witnessed this from two meters away standing at the bar waiting for my drink. i laughed my arse off. And if this didnt destroy his dignity enough, i happen to bump into him whilst talking to some friends, who are also his friends (damn it) and in his "i am man, hear me roar and brag" he tells us how his lovely caring girlfriend stubbed a ciggie out in his eye and he has been in hospital all week. He cracked up whilst we all stood there with our mouths open. What the...? He was bragging about his obviously fucked up relationship. What the hell? At what point do people think that getting your eye stabbed with a ciggie is a normal, rather amusing occurance that you share with a loved one? And that when you tell your mates, wonder why no back slapping and "good one mate", "got a good catch there follow". We all thought he was joking! Obvioulsly not. Im so glad i dont have to put up with that shit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. the fucktardary us normal humans are exposed to. How wrong would it be if i were to walk up to someone and say "Omg, my boyfriend beat the shit out of me and ive been in hospital all week with broken bones and a punctured lung, he must really love me". id be committed! And, just to make sure his dignity was well and truely destroyed, he goes on to add how many fingers he can shove up her arse with no lube. Ok, first, too much information and second, do you want to make sure everyone knows how much of a slut your girlfriend is and how much of a perverted twat you are? The number was four for you curious people playing at home. I nearly threw up my well scabbed drinks! And to tell this to people you havent seen for months! WHAT A LOSER. im sorry, im astounded at the sheer fucked-up-ness of the whole situation! As you would be, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;Well, im gonna finish my work and head home. thought id share that disturbing tidbit with you.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye cruel world and dont over share! it gets a bit weird! Till next time peeps.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-116296793124892211?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/116296793124892211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=116296793124892211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/116296793124892211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/116296793124892211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-my-gawd.html' title='Oh My Gawd'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-116295767431806969</id><published>2006-11-08T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:34:58.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By the way....</title><content type='html'>Lately those three words have meant nothing but doom and gloom for little ol' me. Why is bad news always disguised as an afterthought? It's very sneaky i find. And it happens alot. I'm sure all of you out there have had the "Oh, by the way..." bad news. It takes many forms. "By the way... your fish is dead", "by the way... you have two days to live", "by the way... you are no longer needed in this job", "by the way... I accidentaly butchered your cat, Tigger with a machete." Kinda weird how people think if i act like i forgot to tell you, but then just remembered before you left, it won't be as bad as if i just told you straight out. The most recent of these "afterthoughts" i have been victim to is the legendary "by the way... i'm actualy seeing someone else". Ummm, why didn't this come out before? You could have told me the first time i saw you, or the second. Maybe the third? All better options than sending a msg saying "can't catch up tonight, sorting something out, i will explain it all later". Once again the real message is disguised. So, i called him. here is a summary:&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Whats wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Nothing, don't worry, ill tell you later"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Is it something to do with me?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Uh, kinda"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Dont you think i should know then?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Uh, yea, i guess"&lt;br /&gt;Pause&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Well.... what is it?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Uh, i gotta sort something out"&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Like what? with me or what?" (yep, im a bit confused)&lt;br /&gt;Him: ""No, uh.. im kinda seeing someone else"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "WHAT!"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "I know i should have told you before..&lt;br /&gt;Me: (inturupting) "Yes, you should have"&lt;br /&gt;Him: ".. but i didnt"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So, if i hadnt called you, when would you have told me this?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Dunno"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So why sort this out now? why not before?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "She found out about the weekend"&lt;br /&gt;Pause&lt;br /&gt;Him: "I'm sorry, i dont want to hurt you"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Too late."&lt;br /&gt;Pause&lt;br /&gt;Me: "you bastard, i hope your dick falls off in a freak nuclear accident"&lt;br /&gt;well, i didn't say that last bit, but i wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Can we still be friends?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "That would be a bt weird, wont it?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Uh..... i still wanna hang out with you, you are a cool chick" (damn, i hate that too!)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I dont think its a good idea, look i gotta go. bye"&lt;br /&gt;Him "B (i hung up)&lt;br /&gt;I had to go contemplate the best revenge and my own doom at the same time. yep, im the Queen of multitasking! I didnt do either. revenge aint worth it and neither is he. Bastard. So, guys suck and apparently im a cool chick. Ugh. Everyones friend, no ones lover. The Simple Life of Me. But im over moping. just thought i would show you how hopeless the male population can be. thats all from me for now, gotta attempt to do some work.&lt;br /&gt;Good bye cruel world... Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-116295767431806969?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/116295767431806969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=116295767431806969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/116295767431806969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/116295767431806969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2006/11/by-way.html' title='By the way....'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-116286857213796147</id><published>2006-11-07T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:34:58.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Race That Fills The Pubs</title><content type='html'>Howdy all. Woohoo, Melbourne Cup Day! I personaly cant see what all the excitement is about. I have never gone to the horses, never plan to, and i have no idea how to actualy bet on anything! the closest thing i have come to it all is the sweeps we use to have at school, and i would always end up picking the crapest horse there. I was never lucky. The worst thing about this year is, im not even in a sweep! well, thats understandable considering there is only one other person besides me here at work at the moment. Wouldnt have the same effect would it. But after work im hitting the pubs with friends who will either be celebrating victories or mourning their losses. I think a nice beer would go down well. if, of course, i actualy drank beer. damn. Champagne it is although i dont really look like the girly champas sipping type. i have never worn a fascinator. the closest i have gotten is a bit of foliage stuck in my hair after falling into a bush whilst drunk. And i am definately NOT a frock person either. So the Melbourne Cup really has nothing to offer me, besides an excuse to drink, but i am quite able to find my own excuses. For example, i had a pre birthday party party, my birthday party, a post birthday party party and a tattoo warming party all in the space of 3 weeks. pretty good hey, although i was the only one present at most.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Crap. i just looked at the date. i REALLY have to start my Xmas shopping soon, or noone will be getting anything. Not even coal. I wonder where you would actualy buy coal from???? Hmmm. Well, i think it is time for a smoke break so, have fun all and good luck. Hope your horse wins! (unless i actualy work out this whole betting thing and then i hope my horse wins)&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye cruel world..... for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-116286857213796147?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/116286857213796147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=116286857213796147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/116286857213796147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/116286857213796147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2006/11/race-that-fills-pubs.html' title='The Race That Fills The Pubs'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-116217633019149889</id><published>2006-10-30T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:34:58.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Onest</title><content type='html'>Howdy Doody. Long Time no post. whatcha all been up to? i havent blogged for ages. Bad Cessel! But my new job is very, uh, uneventful, so i should have more blogging oportunities! woop woop! ok, i guess its update time. here is what i have been doing since last time.&lt;br /&gt;I turned 21 on October the 17th. had a ball, got drunk, went to see a band and ended up backstage. still not quite sure how that happened.... or what happened after that.... oops&lt;br /&gt;got my 21st bday pressie! a tattoo. ouchy ouchy. definately worth it and i am now in love with my back! (picture coming soon!)&lt;br /&gt;Kezz graced us with his presence for my 21st bday party! we miss you so much!&lt;br /&gt;Row has filled the gap in my home after kezz moved to greener pastures. still moulding him into a decent kezz replacement. im teaching him Kezz Studies 101, and he is studying Kylie Minouge and how to bust a move like a screaming queen. he is coming along slowly..... he he he. just kidding.  wouldnt want row to be anything else but row! but i do miss pizza, red wine and the showgirl dvd. men in newspaper budgie smugglers. mmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to summer! bring it on! but i think ill leave the Bikini in the cupboard again this year.....&lt;br /&gt;Still loving themed bday partys, after my own Rock Star themed 21st and the Pirate/Beach party i attended on sat night. damn that was good punch! not sure how good the rest of the night was. cant remember much.....&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN FOR TOMORROW! love the holiday, hate the fact we dont celebrate it. the one thing we could all benifit from that we could steal from america, and we bloody choose McDonalds! HELLO!!!!! the most pointless, but most fun, of all the other holidays we have! besides xmas and easter. go pressies and chockies! oh, that reminds me! i must start my xmas shopping soon, before i leave it too late and am still doing it in March. so, kezz and Nic, tell me what you want. dont do the whole "oh, nothing" thing, ill buy you something really crap if you do that! so, give me a list or drop some hints. ill do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;well, thats it from me for now. and i promise to blog soon.&lt;br /&gt;Pip toodle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-116217633019149889?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/116217633019149889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=116217633019149889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/116217633019149889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/116217633019149889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2006/10/twenty-onest.html' title='Twenty Onest'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-114463688101244271</id><published>2006-04-10T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:34:58.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex, Lies, Scandal and Toilet Paper! Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Woo hoo, update time! Kabby and Mike are talking to each other again, but it doesnt seem to be going anywhere fast. Instead, Kabby has set up a montorous date tonight with a guy she met once and reminds her of her ex. I dont think this is going to end well. Haven't seen much of Harry, as now Harry is not talking to Kezz after romantic differences, namely Kezz not being all that interested and Harry only being able to hold a conversation if it relates to himself in some way. Deg has since spoken to Kabby and told her that she will forget about what happened at her house with Mike if she apologises. Geez, seems pretty easy to get over. Kabby finally made an attempt at playing netball last night, despite the friction with the rest of the team, and she seems proud of herself. amazing what the absence of a hangover will do to your ball skills. ha ha. Oh, the team won the game. woohoo to them! big congrats! oh, and the reference to toilet paper in the title of the previous blog and this one relates to the chick me and Bobboy saw on that evenful evening who walked out of the toilet with a long stream of loo paper attached to her stiletto heel. just shows you it really does happen! this was made funnier by the smug self-loving look and short skirt this girl was wearing. he he he, i love Karma! well, that is really all i have to report at the moment. will bring you more breaking news as it happens.&lt;br /&gt;till next time, goodbye cruel world and happy easter! mmmm, chocky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-114463688101244271?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/114463688101244271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=114463688101244271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/114463688101244271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/114463688101244271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2006/04/sex-lies-scandal-and-toilet-paper-part_10.html' title='Sex, Lies, Scandal and Toilet Paper! Part 2'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-114412428348173315</id><published>2006-04-04T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:34:58.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex, Lies, Scandal and Toilet Paper! Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Hi everybody! i am just passing time before i have to take my dog to the vet. well, she isnt exactly my dog, she belongs to my family, but, for blogging reasons, it is easier to say she is mine. for everyone else, you would think this would be a normal exercise, but you havent seen my dog! shes HUGE! and my car is a bit on the small side! its like trying to put an octopus in a string bag! except its trying to put my dog (who is apparently part great dane) into a small red car called elmo. fun fun. and this is hard enough getting there let alone getting her in AFTER her injection! and i am going to be doing this every tuesday for three weeks. i really need a bigger car or a smaller dog. maybe i should hire a trailer next week....&lt;br /&gt;but enough about that. probably not all that interesting for you people out there in cyber space. i guess i should fill you in on the stroy i promised you all.&lt;br /&gt;It all started with an innocent night out for &lt;strong&gt;Kabby's&lt;/strong&gt; 20th birthday. we were all celebrating the event at &lt;strong&gt;Harry's&lt;/strong&gt; place. This was fine, it was just the guest list that was a bit wacked. Harry shares a house with two girls, &lt;strong&gt;Mell&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Deg. &lt;/strong&gt;Deg was holding a hens night for a mate at the same location (due to changes in venue). this would have been fine if her ex boyfriend &lt;strong&gt;Mike&lt;/strong&gt; hadnt been invited to Kabbys party. Are you lost yet? just bear with me, ok. Kabby's party was basicaly a singles party. are you getting why the Mike invited thing was bad yet? dont worry, you will. At Kezza's and my place before the big event, &lt;strong&gt;Country Girl&lt;/strong&gt; came round to start the evening off. It was at this point in time, Country Girl informed us that she had a soft spot for Mike, and was going to tell him tonight. That was all fine, till we got there. the party was rather uneventful, but when we hit the pubs, it all got a bit messy. Mike and Kabby were hitting it off rather well, which was unfortunate for Country Girl. Country Girl previously had told him that she had a thing for him, which was met with "your a nice girl, but...." all pretty ego damaging. then she saw mike getting very close to Kabby on the dabce floor, one more blow to her already dwindiling ego. Counrty Girl made an excuse to leave and was seen later on at another pub with the same look of hurt spread across her face. Don't worry, country girl ended up with another bloke that night.&lt;br /&gt;Back to Kabby. As i mentioned kabby and mike were getting pretty close on the dance floor, which proceeded to swapping saliva at the second pub we went to. Deg was witness to all this, and, after just a couple of weeks of the breakup, this really wasnt what she wanted to see. she probably could have left it at that if the other events later on hadnt occured. Me and Kez trundled off home and were informed the next day of Kabby and Mikes exploits.&lt;br /&gt;Kabby, Mike and Harry all went back to Harry's place (also home of Deg and Mell). Kabby got comfy on the sofa bed whilst everyone else gossiped in Mells room. After a period of time, Kabby was joined by Mike. You can probably guess what happened. Kabby didnt think much of it thill Deg left in the early hours of the morining pretty upset. It was obvious she knew what had happened. Kabby and Mike had got it on at the ex's place. Not a good thing. we also found out later that Mell, Degs sister was also after Mike.&lt;br /&gt;So now, Kabby is not talking to Mike (other reasons, but that night did not go any further), Deg isnt talking to Mell, Kabby, Mike or Harry, Mell isnt talking to Kabby, Mike or Deg and they all happen to play on the same netball team! There has been lots of bitching, snapping, ignoring and tears in the house, which Kabby does not frequent anymore and comes to Kezza's and my house to see Harry.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you followed that and the next installment of the other events that night will be brought to you shortly.&lt;br /&gt;Any questions, just ask, but now, i gotta take my dog to the vet. shudder.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time, Goodbye Cruel World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-114412428348173315?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/114412428348173315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=114412428348173315&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/114412428348173315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/114412428348173315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2006/04/sex-lies-scandal-and-toilet-paper-part.html' title='Sex, Lies, Scandal and Toilet Paper! Part 1'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-114342459256110265</id><published>2006-03-27T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:34:58.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme and youyou</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;This one i got from the Kez-meister! woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four jobs you have had in your life:&lt;br /&gt;1. Checkout chick&lt;br /&gt;2. Checkout chick (again! why do i submit myself to this torture!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Waitress (for three days)&lt;br /&gt;4. Cleaner (oh, so entertaining)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies you would watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;1. Muppets from space!&lt;br /&gt;2. Grease&lt;br /&gt;3. Elmo in grouchland! (sooooo cute!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Wallace and Gromit - The curse of the were-rabbit (once again sooooo cute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places you have lived&lt;br /&gt;1. Mount Gambier, SA&lt;br /&gt;2. In a house&lt;br /&gt;3. On a street&lt;br /&gt;4. In Mount Gambier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV shows you love to watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. Desperate Housewives (which is on tonight, YAY)&lt;br /&gt;2. The Simpsons&lt;br /&gt;3. CSI&lt;br /&gt;4. Sex and the City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places you have been on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1. Brisbane, Qld&lt;br /&gt;2. Adelaide, SA&lt;br /&gt;3. Geelong, VIC&lt;br /&gt;4. Southend, SA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four websites I visit (Almost) daily&lt;br /&gt;1. Job Search, curse of the unemployed&lt;br /&gt;2. Hotmail&lt;br /&gt;3. Blogs, of course&lt;br /&gt;4. Any site that has free games, once again, curse of the unemployed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;3. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;4. and ummmm, Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I would rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Asleep&lt;br /&gt;2. Asleep with Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;3. Asleep with Johnny Depp in a Villa&lt;br /&gt;4. Asleep with Johnny Depp in a Villa in France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things I love to do&lt;br /&gt;1. Join Kez dancing like a burning spastic&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat chocolate&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep with Johnny Depp!&lt;br /&gt;4. Watch Kylie's Showgirl DVD whilst dancing like a burning spastic with Kez, dreaming of Johnny Depp covered in chocolate!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four friends who I have tagged that I think will respond:&lt;br /&gt;1. Kez, if ha hadn't already done it&lt;br /&gt;2. Nic if she ever actualy reads it&lt;br /&gt;3. Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;4. ummm, and you who is reading this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was fun and wasted a sufficient amount of time! promise will post soon, but working on special story for you all that needs more info. Basicaly it is about a girl, a boy, an ex, another girl, a couple of other girls, a couch, grog, shit, fans, pay outs and Johnny Depp. I'll keep ya posted. must extract more goss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-114342459256110265?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/114342459256110265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=114342459256110265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/114342459256110265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/114342459256110265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2006/03/meme-and-youyou.html' title='Meme and youyou'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-114240454966654863</id><published>2006-03-15T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:34:58.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophistimicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Ha ha! I am officialy sophisticated! Last night, to celebrate Kez's birthday, i actualy enjoyed a glass of red and a cigar! I hate red wine, but last night it went down surprisinlgy well! Unfortunately it was ruined by watching Frankenhooker - a seriously dodgy 80's horror flick. Let's just say it was one an a half hours i'll never get back. It sounded like a good idea at the time. kinda like taking home that hot guy at the pub only to wake up next to someone who looks like your primary school headmaster.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of headmasters (ha ha to all you dirty people out there who just got x rated images of domanatrix blow-jobs!) this weekend Kez, a few selected freinds and i will be packing our bags for a good ol' trip down memory lane! Our school bags that is! Kez and i decided that it would be a laugh to have a good old fashioned kiddie party for his 22nd. This was then followed by the idea of having everyone dress in school uniform and play party games all night. This, mixed with plenty of alcohol, promised to be a rather amusing night! So, after much preparation, the night is almost upon us! This saturday night i will be dressed as a young, preppy school girl drinking scotch out of themed party cups, making a fool of myself and carting around a red, fluffy elmo backpack! What more could a girl want?&lt;br /&gt;Other themed dress up partys are also in the mix this year! My darling Mummy has decided to have a joint party with a few other people for her 40th, which theme is anything to do with music. At the moment i am tossing up between Madonna (80's style of course), Alice Cooper or something as equaly hideous! Then, later on in the year, is my 21st! I had a lot of difficulty trying to pick something memorable to do for my 'officialy-an-adult' big day, as my uncle (we shall call him Don for the moment) promised to wear a dress. Mind you, my uncle is, ummmmm, looks rather intimidating. Give him a Harley and you have the makings of a pretty convincing bikie. So, this was a promise i had to hold him to. After ditching the idea to have a reverse party, where men dressed as women and vice versa (didnt think any guys i knew would be up for that) i finaly settled upon a bad-taste event. That way, anything goes! this was greeted by much shrieking and hand clapping from Kez, so i knew i was onto a winner.&lt;br /&gt;So, this year seems to be full of merryment and giggles, which is just how it should be. I would love to hear from anyone who has other dress up ideas, or has been to a successful one and wants to share. There are still more party's to be planned and, frankly, we are all running out of ideas!&lt;br /&gt;So, till next time, goodbye cruel world!&lt;br /&gt;And Happy B-Day KEZ! You Cheetah you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-114240454966654863?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/114240454966654863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=114240454966654863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/114240454966654863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/114240454966654863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2006/03/sophistimicated.html' title='Sophistimicated'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-114049127060327712</id><published>2006-02-21T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:34:58.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>77 things about moi</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;OK people, it’s time for Cessel to get motivted. I must confess, my previous posts have been as interesting as a Chess Board Collectors Convention. Aka, damn boring. So i have decided to right this collosal wrong and let you in to my life, and try it make it interesting at the same time. Good luck to me! So, to start this little project of mine, here are 77 things you didn’t know about moi. Well, some of you might but, oh well, put up with it!&lt;br /&gt;Number One. Hmmm, let’s see, I use to fight for room with myself in my own bed (damn half awake - half asleep limbo-ness)&lt;br /&gt;Number Two. I have three hairs in each arm pit and five on each leg.&lt;br /&gt;Number Three. When i was little i use to always carry around a XXXX beer tap that i named Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Number Four. I have double jointed elbows.&lt;br /&gt;Number Five. My nickname in high school was TossLess.&lt;br /&gt;Number Six. I have long feet and small toes. Apparently they are ‘cute’.&lt;br /&gt;Number Seven. I sneeze like a cat. Also apparently cute.&lt;br /&gt;Number Eight. Burp. Number Eight. Burp. Number Eight. Burp.&lt;br /&gt;Number Nine. I stayed in a hotel for the first time last year.&lt;br /&gt;Number Ten.  I live with a Sexy Cheetah!&lt;br /&gt;Number Eleven. I have dressed as a man twice, convincingly.&lt;br /&gt;Number Twelve. I once had  car named “The Lean Mean Bunny Hopping Machine”.&lt;br /&gt;Number Thirteen. I have Two wives, One Mistress and a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Number Fourteen. 2004/2005 new years i was hit on by two females. And no guys. Might have something to do with number eleven....&lt;br /&gt;Number Fifteen. I can play ‘Smoke On The Water’ on guitar. On one string.&lt;br /&gt;Number Sixteen. When i was younger, Jimmy Barnes sang to me.&lt;br /&gt;Number Seventeen. I am a HUGE muppets fan.&lt;br /&gt;Number Eighteen. You don’t make friends with salad. You don’t make friends with salad. Number Nineteen. I would love to have been a teenager during the 1950’s.&lt;br /&gt;Number Twenty. This is my age.&lt;br /&gt;Number Twenty One. This is Not my age yet. will be my age in October.&lt;br /&gt;Number Twenty Two. I am a Libra. My turn ons include silk sheets, my turn offs include rude people.&lt;br /&gt;Number Twenty Three. I want a statue of myself made out of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Number Twenty Four. I love shoes and bags!&lt;br /&gt;Number Twenty Five. I have an arm fetish. Mmmm Vin Diesel.... (slobber)&lt;br /&gt;Number Twenty Six. I love watching kids cartoons and sesame street.&lt;br /&gt;Number Twently Seven. I own a CatDog puppet!&lt;br /&gt;Number Twenty Eight. The first time i ever took/smoked drugs was by accident. i thought the joint was a rollie and smoked the whole thing by myself in the local nightclub.&lt;br /&gt;Number Twenty Nine. I once sat an exam whilst passivley high. Yes, i failed.&lt;br /&gt;Number Thirty. At 5 pm ish on the 31st of December 1999 i sprained my ankle. I had to spend the rest of the night on painkillers with my mum and brothers.&lt;br /&gt;Number Thirty One.  I just broke a nail. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Number Thirty Two. I love long walks on the beach and picnics in the park. Not.&lt;br /&gt;Number Thirty Three. I have only ever recieved two red roses, and both because they were guilted into it by the people selling them.&lt;br /&gt;Number Thirty Four. In Year Eleven i was a frog.&lt;br /&gt;Number Thirty Five. I ate Dog Chocolates when i was little.&lt;br /&gt;Number Thirty Six. Seven is my favourite number.&lt;br /&gt;Number Thirty Seven. My alter ego is Helga. She is a backpacker from Sweden, her brists are perky and she never knows vere ze zvimming iz.&lt;br /&gt;Number Thirty Eight. My fav ice cream flavour is bubble gum. I always dye myself green.&lt;br /&gt;Number Thirty Nine. I HATE thursdays. They are now referred to as SMARCH, change all calenders accordingly. Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;Number Forty. When i am this age, i look forward to midlife crisis, where i will buy a red sports car, divorce my husband (if i in fact have one) and have lots of meaningless encounters with men half my age.Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Number Forty One. Geez, getting along now aren’t we. Getting hard to think of stuff. If you made it this far, congratulations, if not, you are a lazy bastard. Not like you are going to read my insults anyway. Twat.&lt;br /&gt;Number Forty Two.  I am addicted to lime cordial!&lt;br /&gt;Number Forty Three. I love sudoku puzzles and scrapbooking. I’m twenty going on sixty! Next i will take up knitting!&lt;br /&gt;Number Fourty Four. I have a pet cat called Covu. She was the family cat, but adopted me as her owner. She hates everyone else, gets upset when i come home smelling like other cats, chases small dogs down the road and demands her dinner be ready when she comes inside, five times a day. She is the perfect husband!&lt;br /&gt;Number Fourty Five. I’m not a very patient person.&lt;br /&gt;Number Forty Seven. I also take lots of short cuts.&lt;br /&gt;Number Forty Eight. I’m starting to run out of things to write.&lt;br /&gt;Number Forty Nine. Oh damn.&lt;br /&gt;Number Fifty. I LOVE Desperate Housewives! The T.V. show, not actual wives. Oh bugger it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I couldn’t be arsed thinking up 27 more things about myself. But i promise to update when i find more! Feel free to ask questions tho, I also promise to answer them as honest as possible! Or as humerously as possible..... Maybe you should specify which you would prefer. Or I could just answer it both ways. Am I wafling on? I am? Oh, I’ll stop typing now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time, Goodbye Cruel World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OK, I’ll stop.....NOW!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-114049127060327712?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/114049127060327712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=114049127060327712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/114049127060327712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/114049127060327712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2006/02/77-things-about-moi.html' title='77 things about moi'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-114014948675883427</id><published>2006-02-17T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:34:58.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over Age</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Howdy all! How is everyone on this luverly Friday? I am looking forward to a night full of suspense, action, comedy and drama! No, i'm not raiding a video store, I am venturing into the unknown world of under 18 parties! Ok, so i have been to teeny bopper parties before, but that was purely because i was one and i can't really remember much from them besides scabing smokes, standing in darkened front yards, listening to Eminem (urgh) and drinking Vodka mixers till the sun came up. But this will be different as i WONT be 'one of the crowd'. I will be the 20-something that looks completely out of place, constantly asked to hand out smokes and drinking champagne in small, classy bottles. Oh, and i will be wearing more clothes than anyone else there put together! I have to admit it is a bit daunting. Kind of like being the only deer in a Lion cage! No matter how much you try to hide they will always sniff you out. But it could be benificial for me in a way! I will be cool due to the fact that age is always a novelty to the under 18's. For example i can drink, drive (even after having one drink!), vote, party in pubs and clubs all without legal consequences! Something unknown to this bunch. Hell, when i was their age i thought people older than me were cool! But, enough of that, i shall fill you in at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, whilst lying in bed with my trusty book i stumbled upon something so hilarious i nearly gave myself a free ride in an ambulance! This book i mentioned is full of short stories written by top female authors, and one story was all about boobs and the never ending search for the perfect size. It made me think, what is the perfect size, small, large, round, perky, saggy? I must confess mine are very large, round and a tad bit saggy (damn gravity) and i hate them. But is smaller really better? So, i must pass this question on to you before i start groping every woman in sight to find my answer. What do you think is the perfect size breast, does it matter, would you consider a boob job, and what is the fascination with this particular body part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, Goodbye cruel world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-114014948675883427?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/114014948675883427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=114014948675883427&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/114014948675883427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/114014948675883427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2006/02/over-age.html' title='Over Age'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-113988189101963409</id><published>2006-02-14T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:34:58.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is In The Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="a008ceab"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Happy Valentines Day! To everyone out there i hope today is filled with flowers, chocolates, cards and romance! I got out of the wrong side of the bed this morning, so, knowing my luck my day will be filled with allergies, weight issues, junk mail and heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;Not much has really been happening lately. My fish died. It was sad. Kez and I flushed him down the loo (yes, i love Finding Nemo!), well i flushed him while Kez stood there going "Oh My God, thats gross!". But it all ended well as i now have two fish! i went a bought them the other day. They are so cute! well, as cute as fish can be.&lt;br /&gt;Nic is leaving in 2 days. Sob.&lt;br /&gt;I still have no job. Sob Sob.&lt;br /&gt;And i really dont have anything else to talk about. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, if you read this, comment and suggest something i should write about! not good at coming up with it all on my own! Kinda hard when all you do all day is mope and look for work!.&lt;br /&gt;Well, till next time, goodbye cruel world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-113988189101963409?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/113988189101963409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=113988189101963409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/113988189101963409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/113988189101963409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love Is In The Air'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-113903464952009499</id><published>2006-02-04T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:34:58.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a non-teenage idiot</title><content type='html'>Ok Kez, you asked for it, here we go......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My top 50 Goals.&lt;br /&gt;1. Find 49 life goals.&lt;br /&gt;2. Actualy get a life to go with life goals.&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy soccer goals. (he he he, ok serious now).&lt;br /&gt;4. Buy hot new wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;5. Find money for hot new wardrobe purchases.&lt;br /&gt;6. Get a job (might help with no. 4 and 5).&lt;br /&gt;7. Eat more chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;8. Loose weight.&lt;br /&gt;9. Dye hair cool funky colours.&lt;br /&gt;10. Maybe quit smoking..... maybe.&lt;br /&gt;11. Own a Tickle Me Elmo.&lt;br /&gt;12. Win the lottery (might not have to get that job then!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;13. Own a villa in the south of France.&lt;br /&gt;14. Own 2 villas.&lt;br /&gt;15. Own lot's of villas.&lt;br /&gt;16. Own France.&lt;br /&gt;17. Take over the world!!!! mwa ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;18. Write No. 1 pop song so i can meet lots of famous people.&lt;br /&gt;19. Marry Johnny Depp.&lt;br /&gt;20. And Angelina Jolie!&lt;br /&gt;21. Wax John Howards eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;22. Sell my brother into slavery.&lt;br /&gt;23. Buy lots of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;24. And bags.&lt;br /&gt;25. Learn how to play a musical instrument... maybe the kazoo.&lt;br /&gt;26. Have wardrobe malfunction on live TV.&lt;br /&gt;27. Find cool hip groovy friends to hang out in at funky bars.&lt;br /&gt;28. Find a funky bar.&lt;br /&gt;29. Drink lots of coffee with husband Johnny and wife Angelina in villa&lt;br /&gt;30. See all my fav. bands live.&lt;br /&gt;31. Finish a computer game (only coz i never seem to do it!)&lt;br /&gt;32. Learn how to play poker.&lt;br /&gt;33. Buy cool green visor and sit in smoke filled room drinking beer and playing poker.&lt;br /&gt;34. Be worshiped by hot men.&lt;br /&gt;35. Cook 1 meal without burning it or stuffing it up.&lt;br /&gt;36. Become a pimp.&lt;br /&gt;37. Travel around the world that i now own.&lt;br /&gt;38. Analyse Dr Phil.&lt;br /&gt;39. Get into Uni.&lt;br /&gt;40. Pass Uni course.&lt;br /&gt;41. Become successful professional and wear POWER SUITS!&lt;br /&gt;42. Have an active social life.&lt;br /&gt;43. Quit blogging due to active social life and no time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;44. Achieve world peace (omg, i sound like a pagent bimbo!)&lt;br /&gt;45. Buy new funky mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;46. Make &lt;strong&gt;Kezz&lt;/strong&gt; watch Grease.&lt;br /&gt;47. Watch a broadway musical.&lt;br /&gt;48. Be in a broadway musical.&lt;br /&gt;49. Have a broadway musical made about ME!&lt;br /&gt;50. OWN A PORSCHE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OTHER ONE.&lt;br /&gt;Two parts of my heritage.&lt;br /&gt;1. German&lt;br /&gt;2. Dutch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things that scare you.&lt;br /&gt;1. My reflection&lt;br /&gt;2. Bugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two fears you've overcome&lt;br /&gt;1. Living with &lt;strong&gt;Kezz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of your everyday essentials.&lt;br /&gt;1. Cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;2. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you are wearing right now&lt;br /&gt;1. Jumper from 2005 school musical Grease&lt;br /&gt;2. Cool green sparkly topy thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you wore too much of this year.&lt;br /&gt;1. Black skirts&lt;br /&gt;2. Black tops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This years favourite bands or musical artists&lt;br /&gt;1. System of a Down (new album is soooo catchy!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Mudvayne (thanks &lt;strong&gt;Nic&lt;/strong&gt; for the call AAAAH! liveness is goooood!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Metallica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you want in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;1. Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;2. Angelina Jolie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best movies of all time.&lt;br /&gt;1. American History X&lt;br /&gt;2. Seven&lt;br /&gt;3. Queen of the Damned&lt;br /&gt;4. Charlie and the Chocoalte Factory (Tim Burton one)&lt;br /&gt;5. Corpse Bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you hate&lt;br /&gt;1. Tuna&lt;br /&gt;2. Bitchiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of your favourite hobbies&lt;br /&gt;1. Scrapbooking (yes, granny like but its fun!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Crusing around aimlessly in Elmo - my car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you learnt last year.&lt;br /&gt;1. Going back to school is harder htan it seems.&lt;br /&gt;2. Me + Alcohol = BAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two accomplishments you were proud of.&lt;br /&gt;1. Going back to school&lt;br /&gt;2. Moving out of home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you want really badly&lt;br /&gt;1. A Porsche&lt;br /&gt;2. A Red Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two places you went last year&lt;br /&gt;1. Adelaide&lt;br /&gt;2. Geelong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two places you want to go on vacation&lt;br /&gt;1. Paris&lt;br /&gt;2. Egypt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you want to do before you die?&lt;br /&gt;1. Live&lt;br /&gt;2. Have fun doing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two ways that you are a stereotypical example of your gender?&lt;br /&gt;1. My obsession with shoes and bags&lt;br /&gt;2. Skirt wearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things that make you stand out from your gender&lt;br /&gt;1. I own a fishing rod and i use it!&lt;br /&gt;2. I only spend 5 minutes on my face and hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you wouldn't normally admit.&lt;br /&gt;1. I like Rouge Traders and Black Eyed Peas. shhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;2. I havent shaved my legs for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two goals for the new year&lt;br /&gt;1. Get a Job&lt;br /&gt;2. Get fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there we go. lots about me. now im tired - too much thinking - , so i guess i will pass this batton on to &lt;strong&gt;Nic&lt;/strong&gt;, good luck gurl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-113903464952009499?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/113903464952009499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=113903464952009499&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/113903464952009499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/113903464952009499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2006/02/confessions-of-non-teenage-idiot.html' title='Confessions of a non-teenage idiot'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-113748384905167211</id><published>2006-01-17T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:34:58.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Strippers To Grannys!</title><content type='html'>Oh dear. i have slacked off havent i. i havent posted for days!!! Well, it's not like anyone else has commented or anything tho. face it, we are all slack arses! Hmm, so what has happened since last time i wrote.... ummm, things are going well in the new place. went to adelaide on the weekend for a 21st and ended up at a strip club (not a good place to be when you are an overweight emotional drunk who stupidly went along with her boyfriend - bad move) well, you can guess why we only stayed for 15mins. Rest of the weekend was uneventful but im feeling very tired after trying hopelessly to sleep on a damn floor and not to throw up the litres of booze i consumed. (hey, it was free, what more can i say!) I must say going out in the city was not as fun as i thought it would be! i was constantly paranoid that someone might come along and stab-rape-mug-etc me as well as the fact that i had no idea of our exact whereabouts! oh, i didnt have any drinkls out for fear of being drugged. ok ok, so im a paranoid freak, but when you are as drunk as i was, and you are in an environment so unlike what you are use to, you would freak out too. i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been passing time by playing card games with &lt;strong&gt;Bobby&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Wendy, &lt;/strong&gt;mainly hearts and Texas Holdem'. If we keep going the way we are, we will be swapping photos of grandkids, baking cookies and complaining about our hip problems in no time! Oh, and puzzles have become a big thing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh...... sadly, thats about it. I lead an uneventful life. i might have to start making up shit again just to make this damn thing interesting. or blog full conversations that i think may be amusing. Note to self, must carry around small notebook to record such conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, till next time, goodbye cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. if you are reading this COMMENT YOU BASTARD!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-113748384905167211?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/113748384905167211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=113748384905167211&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/113748384905167211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/113748384905167211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2006/01/from-strippers-to-grannys.html' title='From Strippers To Grannys!'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-113617914830993073</id><published>2006-01-02T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:34:58.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology</title><content type='html'>I appologise for the last depressing entry. it will never happen again. promise. but, you must realise i was drunk and it made me all pathetic. Anyways, good news! i moved out and i have a new flat mate! woo hoo. The oooooooobber-cool-fag-fantasitc (and funky!) &lt;strong&gt;KEZ. &lt;/strong&gt;Ok ok, so he is sitting next to me and i am sucking up, but hey, i gotta get along with him.&lt;br /&gt;Last night was spent devouring fat cooked in fat and drizzled with more fat, the best chocolate and cookie ice cream and soppy chick flicks. oh, and &lt;strong&gt;Kath and Kim&lt;/strong&gt;. It was fun and great, but then i went to see &lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt;. We talked and (after a while) decided to take things easy and see what its like if im not living with him. so, happy all round. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;so, dilema sorted and now, i must go celebrate with another champas. and another. 'hic'&lt;br /&gt;Till neesh tyme, gooshbye kwrel wowd........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-113617914830993073?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/113617914830993073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=113617914830993073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/113617914830993073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/113617914830993073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2006/01/apology.html' title='Apology'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-113605289995255657</id><published>2006-01-01T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:34:58.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolution</title><content type='html'>I have a new new years resolution. i was going to post a blog earlier today about my resolution, but after tonight, that has all changed. Alot of stuff happened tonight. My friend got enganged (congrats &lt;strong&gt;Kabby&lt;/strong&gt;), i got rather smished and i found out how really depressed i have been this last year. at the hands of someone else. this may be depressing for my second blog in my new home, but i have to get it out somehow. and cyber space seems like the place. my new new years resolution is to be happy and get my life back. yes, i split up with my long term bf tonight. mainly due to the fact that, with him, i wasnt happy anymore. there is only so much hurtful shit you can handle, right? i know the next few weeks are gonna be hard, but i need to let go and find the me that has been buried under so much crap, that i wouldnt recognise myself if i hit myself over the head with a sledge hammer. so, another relationship has ended and a new year has begun. time to start thinking about myself (selfish i know but, hey, im aloud to!!!) and have fun. so much fun it starts oozing from every pore. i have my cat tonight and my family tomorro, but i just have to stick it through and not give in.&lt;br /&gt;Now that that is over, on to the good stuff. tonight (apart from the obvious) was pretty good. i shook my booty in all the right places and laughed hystericaly at nothing. I also hugged neumerous people at midnight (including one of my teachers - dont ask!) and made a complete ass of myself. usual new years stuff. I drank too much booze (although sobered up pretty quickly - due to above stuff) and smashed my first glass (by accident, but still kinda due to above stuff). all in all, it was a normal new years night. Nothing like welcoming the new year in a pathetic heap wraped around a loo! If it didnt end like that, it wouldnt really be new years. but now, its all over, 2005 and all its mistakes are behind me. its time to embrace 2006 with open - but drunken - arms. so, happy new year, "i will survive" and, till next time, goodbye cruel world!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-113605289995255657?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/113605289995255657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=113605289995255657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/113605289995255657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/113605289995255657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Years Resolution'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20181481.post-113555541074995835</id><published>2005-12-26T07:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:34:58.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis The Season!</title><content type='html'>Hello it's me, you furry ol' pal, Cessel! Welcome to my new (and hopefully much improved) blog! I figured I needed somewhere new to winge, complain and celebrate for 2006.  I know it's not quite 2006 yet, but I thought, if i do it now, i won't have to do it when im hungover. Although the day after christmas isn't the best possible time either. Once again this christmas has bought pressies, good and bad, as well as the other more depresing aspects of the festive season. Currently my bank account is suffering from anorexia and my small flat is mre crowded than ever. i have consumed more alcohol than my body can handle and am now about to enter another year broke, hungover and cramped. Again. You think we would all learn from our anual mistakes, but no, we never do. But, isnt that half the fun! My mobile is still recieving text messages from 2 days ago, and i have devoured enough food to rid world hunger for eternity. But its still not over yet! Theres still New Years! When the whole world gets pissed and welcomes the coming year on wobbly legs or knee deep in their own vomit.  Hey, im not complaining. So, to all past and future readers of my blog, hope you had a great christmas and all the best for 2006. Till next time, goodbye cruel world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20181481-113555541074995835?l=cessvess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/feeds/113555541074995835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20181481&amp;postID=113555541074995835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/113555541074995835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20181481/posts/default/113555541074995835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cessvess.blogspot.com/2005/12/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis The Season!'/><author><name>Celesticles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02534109572784925932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
