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I like my name... C E L I N E. It is a French name and I absolutely adore French. I plan to join the French club in Poly, and I hope they teach about cooking up French cuisines and diner etiquettes (fat hope) which will bring me one step closer to become a highly sophisticated lady. ZOMG, nope this is NOT bullshit..
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Love CelineTuesday, January 26, 2010 | back to top

Testimony for Celine, Written by Celine Koh, Who Else

She wears pink flowery summer dresses along with her green turtle earrings that doesnt match at all, and she enjoys painting her nail bits by flickering indigo glitter and sparkling stars and hearts to spice up the dull glossy white background of her pretty long nails.

She likes to crush ants' abdomen with her paintbrush (that she uses to paint elegant roses), ants that bit her smelly armpit for some eccentric reasons. (Ants desire my fragrant armpits)

She adores her yummy delicious and gorgeous friend that tastes like the sea today. (Salty. Hehhehheh. )She likes accomplishing juicy scandals at silent libraries at quiet corners when Security walks past and chides them for misbehaving. Hmm...

She longs for hugs from his strong muscular arms that crushes and suffocates her but holds her together for that one short moment, she sleeps on his broad shoulders, and in her rapidly pounding heart where insecurity and forlorn once inhabited now awakens a deep relief that she is now safe and loved by him, for, a short moment.