<?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-6351433195295090350</id><updated>2011-09-29T00:25:52.608+01:00</updated><category term='Doctor Who'/><category term='Kanye West'/><category term='LOST'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Fashion Wants'/><category term='Tattoos'/><category term='Music Review'/><category term='University'/><category term='Weezy'/><category term='Top 10 Models.'/><category term='Bangin&apos; Tunes'/><category term='Mary-Kate Olsen'/><category term='Crushin&apos;'/><category term='Film'/><category term='30 Things.'/><category term='Hotties'/><category term='Television'/><category term='Ami James'/><category term='Miami Ink'/><category term='Alice Dellal'/><category term='Names'/><category term='Future Hopes'/><category term='Girl Crush of the Month'/><title type='text'>Isatou</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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>327</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-8718925486936477403</id><published>2011-09-15T15:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T15:32:48.409+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>For all those that still look at this blog, I thank you &amp;amp; I apologise for being so&amp;nbsp;negligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm going to continue posting here, but will keep the blog open for personal&amp;nbsp;reminiscing&amp;nbsp;about what I got up to over the last three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started a shiny new blog; &lt;a href="http://enamourednova.blogspot.com/"&gt;enamourednova.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty much a new start - same sort of posts as Isatou; fashiony, lifey, namey, diary-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isatou, xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-8718925486936477403?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/8718925486936477403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=8718925486936477403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/8718925486936477403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/8718925486936477403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2011/09/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-1583945777865714555</id><published>2011-06-01T21:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T22:17:09.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning, June.</title><content type='html'>Hello all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for not updating for so long. Once again, life has gotten in the way so badly this time that even when I do have a few hours to kill, I don't have the mental ability to sit here and type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the months that have passed I have a few things of mention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have been to Italy with 4 friends from uni on our Study Tour. In this we went around some of the best and most exquisite museums in the world, researching our proposed topics (mine was the connection between personal religion and jewellery + cosmetics in ancient Egypt). Going to Italy was amazing, and I'll do a separate post on it shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got my first FIRST on my 4,000 word essay! Majorly happy. It was on the ancient Egyptian funerary ritual of Opening the Mouth, and it took me absolutely forever because I wanted to try my best to include all the points I had been so harshly critiqued on (having got a measly 2:2 for another essay earlier in the year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have revised hard and sat my exams for the year. They didn't go too badly. &lt;br /&gt;The first one I initially thought I could do really well in (There are 10 questions, from which we pick 3 to answer in 3 hours), and after steaming through the first one, quite a good argument about the influences of Tuthmose 1,2 &amp; 3 in the life of Hatshepsut, and started writing the plan for the second one - I realised I knew literally bits and bobs about the other 5 questions I thought I could answer. NOT good. Luckily, one I hadn't originally considered doing turned out to be a life-saver as when I started to write down notes for it, I realised I actually knew far more about it than I initially didn't give myself credit for.  - To be fair, I answered that one quite vaguely. No dates or anything specific - I just answered the question to the best of my knowledge. The last one was something I hadn't even revised but knew about due to a bit of research I had done when I was considering this as a possible dissertation topic. Luckily I again thought I had written quite a convincing argument, bringing in all factors I could possibly think of. Overall, I was quite happy with that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second exam was my hieroglyph exam where we saw two texts that we had already seen and revised. All we had to do was write down the transcription (the text in Egyptian) and the translation (in English). I did this absolutely brilliantly. I knew the texts inside out and wrote them down, to the best of my knowledge, word perfectly. We were also asked about 6 elements of grammar- this I definitely did very poorly at. I hopefully got two of the six elements right, but god knows. Hopefully this won't affect my overall mark too badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final exam was one I was in tears about the night before. I felt like I knew NOTHING. Although yet again, when I got in the exam, I opened the paper and THANK GOD, I could answer the three I needed to. PHEW! Hopefully that one went well and I didn't waffle too much or go off subject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really aiming for a 2:1 average for this year, if not a 1:1 - but I know that because of my crappy 2:2 essay at the start of the year, and obviously not really knowing how well my exams have gone, it's unlikely. Fingers crossed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other random news, I have named a horse! My friend's horse gave birth a couple of weeks ago, and I suggested the name Blossom (the mum's called Honey - Honeyblossom, get it?) which she loved, and consequently named the little foal Blossom! Quite proud of myself to be honest! She had asked for advice right from the off, knowing that I know an unbelievable and quite frankly, lame, amount of names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of names.. my love for Olive is ever-ripe. And along with her old ass we also still have love for Arthur, Sacha &amp; Rupert John. Apart from Olive (&amp; Hero), girl names are completely redundant; which is useful considering I don't plan on having children for at least 6-7 years (jesus, it's getting closer - I need to find me a man!). &lt;br /&gt;Deary me, is this my future with Olive, Arthur, Hero &amp; Rupert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/88pvC--ZhI8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-1583945777865714555?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/1583945777865714555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=1583945777865714555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1583945777865714555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1583945777865714555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-morning-june.html' title='Good Morning, June.'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/88pvC--ZhI8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-4803713437519368180</id><published>2011-02-17T21:05:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-02-17T21:17:45.059Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future Hopes'/><title type='text'>I AM MAKING ART .</title><content type='html'>I like painting now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh yeah. I like painting - it's a new hobby. I tear pages of interiors out of magazines and then draw and paint them in newly organised interiors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a cheap set of watercolour paints and some paint brushes and a sketch pad. I'm well professhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a MAHUUSIVE interior design photographic book from the Works - cost me £2.99. Looked it up on Amazon - it costs £22 ! Quite a find. Went back in a few days ago and there weren't any left - not surprised! (Well actually, I am surprised because I found it in a really obscure place, behind some other books at the back of the shop).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yeah, I've kind of come up with an incredibly random back-up life plan; Interior Design. I've looked online how to get into it - and a lot of places are saying you need qualifications in it, but I attempt to go against the odds and hopefully just get some experience. I've emailed a dozen local Interior Design places, and only two have come back to me - saying they don't really do work experiences. PIGS BUMS.&lt;br /&gt;Will continue on in the hopes of becoming (if all else fails) Britain's Next Top Interior Designer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndvzaxGuAVg/TV2P_cjv6FI/AAAAAAAAA-M/gGJ11cJu5sA/s1600/1178465517_stCSe-O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndvzaxGuAVg/TV2P_cjv6FI/AAAAAAAAA-M/gGJ11cJu5sA/s320/1178465517_stCSe-O.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574770233915205714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UInqXD3uhbc/TV2QIR8gM-I/AAAAAAAAA-U/WkgYRKbSWkA/s1600/photo10ne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UInqXD3uhbc/TV2QIR8gM-I/AAAAAAAAA-U/WkgYRKbSWkA/s320/photo10ne.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574770385685066722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-4803713437519368180?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/4803713437519368180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=4803713437519368180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/4803713437519368180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/4803713437519368180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-making-art.html' title='I AM MAKING ART .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndvzaxGuAVg/TV2P_cjv6FI/AAAAAAAAA-M/gGJ11cJu5sA/s72-c/1178465517_stCSe-O.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-6335612914878888532</id><published>2011-02-14T16:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-14T17:09:20.139Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Wants'/><title type='text'>Recent Purchases .</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since my last post, for which I apologise - it's been all systems go here recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went into town and bought some amazing things, including some items I've been lusting after for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop for me was H&amp;M. I was so impressed last time I went on their website, that I decided to pop in and see what I can find. In comparison to the other high-street shops, H&amp;M is such good value - probably one of the cheapest stuff out there, for such lovely and classy stuff. Their evening dresses were absolutely divine. I ended up trying on a cute tan coloured cardigan with suede elbow patches, two crop-tops; one with a moth print, the other with a sunset desert design, and a really cute blue cropped blazer - with little white doves on it. In the end I came out with no clothes whatsoever - I didn't really &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; any of the items I tried on. I did buy a handy plastic hairband to keep my hair off my face on lazy days, and some stack rings - a bargain for £2.99, and they're so gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second stop was HMV, in which I nearly picked up well over £20 worth of stuff, but reasoned with myself, and ended up buying Singing in the Rain on DVD and a packet of sweets. I think it's finally dawned on me that a lot of the films I buy, I buy after watching them effortlessly online - which I could easily do again if I wanted to - it's not worth spending a fiver here and there, when I might never watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third stop was River Island which was a BIG disappointment. Last time I went in there I was quite impressed at their pretty, intricate tunics and their shoes - I bought a pair of espadrilles-type leather-ette flat things that are amazingly comfy and look incredible with my Forever 21 green cords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forth stop was Topshop. I had a quick glance through the sales. Most of it had gone, really. Had a good look round the store - they have got simply the most gorgeous shirts, but I really hate the fact that you'll be spending little under £40 to pick one up. My housemate has quite a gorgeous collection of them now, lucky. I realised that I had seen similar shirts in other places and thus went on a but of a mission from then on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth stop was Debenhams for a brief browse in their perfumes - I wanted to sniff the new Chloe fragrance, Love by Chloe - it's quite lovely, but nothing special really - it was a nice surprise when I kept getting a whiff of it further on in my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth stop was Miss Selfridge which I had high hopes for when I saw a sign saying '20% Off For All Students !!' - They have some lovely things, lots of the shirts similar to the ones in Topshop, and similar prices, but with the 20% off in the back of my mind, it made Miss Selfridge far more appealing..well...until I overheard a customer leaving saying how it was for NUS card-holders only. Which I don't have. Ridiculous. I left on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh shop was Hollister which was a mistake. I've heard things about Hollister, but for some reason completely forgot them en route - it took me by surprise when I got in there. Hardly any lighting, loud music, and attractive staff. The clothes weren't even that good - lots of hoodies and t-shirts and stuff. Saw a nice shirt, but the £40 put me off immensely and I got the hell out of there toot-sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighth shop (bored yet?) was New Look. My love. I knew that New Look were celebrating 20% off for students - without an NUS card. Perfect. I walked in and immediately swept up 8 items and went to the fitting rooms, I went a second time, with another few items to perfect my selections and ended up leaving with three awesome items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture1-5.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/Picture1-5.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - I got this sweet shirt which can just as easily be dressed up as down. I've actually wanted this shirt for a couple of months now, and yesterday just seemed the perfect time to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture3-1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/Picture3-1.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - I got this gorgeous shirt, which has pearly buttons and lace panelling at the top, this picture is awful though, so here's another one of the lace detail;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture2-1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/Picture2-1.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture4-1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/Picture4-1.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - I got this chunky-knit cardigan, another item I have been after since just after Christmas. It's so warm and lovely, I'm wearing it right now ! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuff I got yesterday should have come to just over £70, and I ended up getting it for just over £55! Plus, the girl at the counter informed me that yesterday was the last day of the 20%, and that I'd got these just in time ;) NICE ONE ! SCORE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was one thing I was disappointed with it was the trousers - really wished I'd searched a bit harder to find some. I nearly got some in New Look - but noticed that the stitching was coming undone, so I put them back. I'd like some smart-ish trousers, an alternative to jeans. Something in a loose fabric, or even some heavier chinos - I just want something smart to look nice with my new shirts :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's coming up tomorrow - she has an exam in the morning and I'm meeting her afterwards for a look in the shops and some lunch. Really excited. Haven't seen her for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-6335612914878888532?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/6335612914878888532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=6335612914878888532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/6335612914878888532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/6335612914878888532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2011/02/recent-purchases.html' title='Recent Purchases .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-1428165769993159070</id><published>2011-01-24T14:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-24T14:50:41.753Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Names'/><title type='text'>And I said Hey! What a wonderful kind of day...</title><content type='html'>Right, I really love the name Arthur now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how this happened, I just think it's really cute and smart and hansome and pretty much adorable. And you can have Art or Artie as a nickname and generally, Arthur just sounds so nice to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur &amp; Olive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, I've planted the grandparent seed. Out comes Mabel and Beatrix and John.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-1428165769993159070?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/1428165769993159070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=1428165769993159070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1428165769993159070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1428165769993159070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-i-said-hey-what-wonderful-kind-of.html' title='And I said Hey! What a wonderful kind of day...'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-5444648948916193700</id><published>2011-01-19T16:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T18:44:50.491Z</updated><title type='text'>January .</title><content type='html'>Christmas is over, it saddens me deeply. However, it seemed to be over on Boxing Day for me this year as I had to work - which I really wasn't happy about. I didn't even get any extra money for doing so because it fell on a contracted day (Sunday), so I just got paid my normal hourly rate. A work friend of mine worked from Christmas Eve at 5pm to 5am Christmas morning on 22 pounds an hour !! He pretty much earned enough for his holidays this year. Jammy devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sad this is that immediately after electronically handing in my essay (which is technically due next Monday) I find a whopping great big MISTAKE on the VERY FIRST PAGE. URGHHHHH! Well it's not really a mistake, more just poor expression - but it makes out that I've not checked it, which I have, but I edited a sentence last minute and then didn't re-read it after I typed except to check for spelling - it doesn't even make sense. BUT! I have just remembered that you can re-enter your essay electronically if done before the due date. So I'll crack onto that in a moment. Phew! It makes me out to be a bit simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel rather upbeat today, mostly because MY HAIR IS GORGEOUS AND SHINY AND SOFT AND GENERALLY MARVELOUS. Sorry for the big headed moment then, but I've not been in love with my hair for years, if properly at all before. I'm definitely going to keep it at this length for a while. I dread it getting longer again - all stringy and lank (although it never looked it - it just felt it) - full of split ends and quite frankly dead for the last few centimetres. It doesn't take very long to sort out after washing either - I can blow dry and straighten in about 35 mins now. But normally I like to wait about half an hour imbetween blow drying and straightening because I like to let the frizz settle - or else it doesn't straighten as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved back to uni on Monday and it's really nice to be self-reliant again. Although I'm eating horrendously. I wake up every morning and say to myself 'I'm going to eat really healthily today' - One massive cheese sandwich, bag of crisps, 5 ginger nut biscuits and 6 mini chocolate shortcakes later... I'm regretting even letting myself have the sandwich. To be fair, I'm eating tonnes of fruit, which doesn't even it out, I know, but at least I know that I have some goodness in me! I'm going to cut up my carrots later into little sticks and only allow myself them and fruit as snacks and lunch accessories later.&lt;br /&gt;HA - lunch accessories! The sandwich/soup/salad is the dress, the crisps/yogurt/cake is the shoes and the chocolate/sweets is the clutch bag. Tres chic! I doubt Rachel Zoe would approve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear cheering outside my window in the distance. It's getting darker and darker now. However, it's staying lighter longer, which is a good thing definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Bring on February!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-5444648948916193700?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/5444648948916193700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=5444648948916193700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/5444648948916193700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/5444648948916193700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2011/01/january.html' title='January .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-1179008729513937802</id><published>2010-12-31T17:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-31T17:44:20.931Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Wants'/><title type='text'>I FOUND IT !!</title><content type='html'>I found the jumper I've been searching for for literally months today, and that's not all......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it in the SALE. AND THAT'S NOT ALL.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MUM bought it for me !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;I was literally going loopy about this jumper. Couldn't find it in the shop any more, couldn't find it online any more - what on earth had happened to it? God bless you Royal Leamington Spa's Topshop for selling my beloved jumper for £20, in my size, on a random spur of the moment trip to your town. It was definitely meant to be. And thank you Mumma for footing the bill! You lovely lovely lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot believe my luck - I wonder if they recalled them or something? Even now that I've bought the darn thing - I went onto the Topshop website, typed in the code on the tag - and it apparently doesn't exist....&lt;br /&gt;Oh well - far less people will own them then! Goody! More brilliance for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously -this has made my day. I have cancelled my plans for tonight due to illness and generally not being in the mood, and also due to experiencing more than enough happiness and glee in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Sound Of Music. I love Julie Andrews. She'd so rock my new jumper. But she'll never own it, because according to Topshop - IT DOES NOT EXIST ;) Sozza Jules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-1179008729513937802?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/1179008729513937802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=1179008729513937802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1179008729513937802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1179008729513937802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-found-it.html' title='I FOUND IT !!'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-7552578330867609376</id><published>2010-12-29T22:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-29T22:35:45.651Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Wants'/><title type='text'>Wants of the Week .</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's happening again, not sure if I mentioned earlier, but this Summer I spent quite frankly a GRAND on shit. Well, not shit per say... lovely clothes and DVDs and CDs and cameras and holidays, but ultimately, stuff I don't need.&lt;br /&gt;It might be on the verge of happening again...&lt;br /&gt;The things&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I want this week are predominately from New Look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TRuzr2ZH1zI/AAAAAAAAA9w/_-pUykznJBM/s1600/Picture1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556232131208271666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TRuzr2ZH1zI/AAAAAAAAA9w/_-pUykznJBM/s320/Picture1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I initially picked up this simple shirt to try on with a pair of smart hareem trousers (which actually didn't look half bad! The very first pair that don't look godly awful, but in the end I didn't really love them and put them back). But when I tried it on, it just looked so smart, so elegant. I feel a silk shirt fever and I'm not afraid to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also fell in love a cardigan so perfect it made me want to cry. However, they didn't have it in my size and so.. I shall visit the store regularly until I pick one up (they don't have it on their website suspiciously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually quite concerned about the lack of cardigan on the website - I had a very similar scenario over at my old friend, Topshop. Ahem...&lt;br /&gt;In October, I tried on the most perfect jumper, but on seeing the £38 price tag, I put it down. After a month of craving it, I decided enough was enough and headed in store to buy it - but alas, I could not find it. So I tried online, and couldn't find it there, either. God knows what has happened to that perfect jumper, but I still crave it daily. I'm going into New Look tomorrow to see if I can find that cardi again. At £26 and in a gorgeous orangey-mustardy-fawny colour, I need it hanging in my wardrobe; which reminds me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I bought this gorgeous satin navy/dark grey shirt in the Debenhams sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TRu12_6e4GI/AAAAAAAAA94/KH4pZJAAZpI/s1600/Picture2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 219px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556234521765929058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TRu12_6e4GI/AAAAAAAAA94/KH4pZJAAZpI/s320/Picture2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my eye on it since I started working there in September, now a sale has come on and I managed to snap it up for £14. Thanks staff discount! Seriously, I'm crazy about silk/satin shirts right now. I just want to raid Topshop's gorgeous collection in all of it's lovely colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other wants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TRu2rPE_9BI/AAAAAAAAA-A/axtXNq5F8wQ/s1600/51hJ59rwYyL__SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556235419189769234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TRu2rPE_9BI/AAAAAAAAA-A/axtXNq5F8wQ/s200/51hJ59rwYyL__SL500_AA300_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and the Beast on DVD. Honestly, I'm shocked no-one thought to buy it for me for Christmas. So... I'm going to need a copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So technically, that concludes my wants for now... although I will be wanting some paint for my room because quite frankly, the current appearance of my bedroom bores me to tears... oh and also I'll need money for coffee dates and nights out. So I'll probably be spending another £100 before Christmas is out. Oh dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-7552578330867609376?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/7552578330867609376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=7552578330867609376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/7552578330867609376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/7552578330867609376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/12/wants-of-week.html' title='Wants of the Week .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TRuzr2ZH1zI/AAAAAAAAA9w/_-pUykznJBM/s72-c/Picture1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-7242781797204849341</id><published>2010-12-21T14:40:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-12-21T14:49:26.761Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Names'/><title type='text'>The Many Forms of Olive .</title><content type='html'>Olive Ursula&lt;br /&gt;Olive Allegra Florence&lt;br /&gt;Olive Jasperine&lt;br /&gt;Olive Jasperine Kerensa&lt;br /&gt;Olive Jacoba&lt;br /&gt;Olive Jacoba Ishbel&lt;br /&gt;Olive Anna Mythily&lt;br /&gt;Olive Jemima&lt;br /&gt;Olive Lucasta&lt;br /&gt;Olive Ramona&lt;br /&gt;Olive Rosalba&lt;br /&gt;Olive Lenora&lt;br /&gt;Olive Leto&lt;br /&gt;Olive Ivy&lt;br /&gt;Olive Diana Florence&lt;br /&gt;Olive Kerensa Hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just SOME of the Olive combinations that I have been throwing about for the last 3 years. Currently it's Olive Kerensa Hero, but tomorrow? God knows.&lt;br /&gt;Not that it matters, it's just shocking how many possible combos I've been through trying to find the perfect suitor for the ever-gorgeous Olive .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to give names a complete and utter clear out soon. Get rid of the endless lists on my phone's notepad and just completely breathe a sigh of relief from it all.&lt;br /&gt;This won't happen, of course, but it's nice to dream .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-7242781797204849341?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/7242781797204849341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=7242781797204849341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/7242781797204849341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/7242781797204849341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/12/many-forms-of-olive.html' title='The Many Forms of Olive .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-6238807873428941650</id><published>2010-12-20T12:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-20T12:33:23.909Z</updated><title type='text'>Since we've no place to go...</title><content type='html'>It's still bloody snowing.&lt;br /&gt;I very nearly begged my Dad to not go to work this morning, but then realised that he's such an invincible superhero that he would go anyway, and as I discovered this morning, I was right. Hopefully he'll return in full working order. His beloved car, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weather makes me want to bake. I want to make pies and crazy little cakes and sausage rolls and party food. Alas, I am sitting here, in the lounge, with my laptop on my lap, attempting to write this blasted essay. I am a brief paragraph in and already bored. My aim for the first day  (I hope to get it done by Thursday) is around 800 words. If I can get there then I will be satisfied for today. However, 78 words in with no real research and I'm ready to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I need to think happy thoughts, get food, baking and my father's possible peril off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roman slavery, Roman slavery, Roman slavery .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-6238807873428941650?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/6238807873428941650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=6238807873428941650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/6238807873428941650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/6238807873428941650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/12/since-weve-no-place-to-go.html' title='Since we&apos;ve no place to go...'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-1243349620593835102</id><published>2010-12-18T23:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-18T23:56:51.166Z</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is the deepest secret nobody knows,&lt;br /&gt;(here is the &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;root of the root&lt;/span&gt; and the&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sky of the sky&lt;/span&gt; of a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tree&lt;/span&gt; called &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;; which grows&lt;br /&gt;higher than the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;soul can hope&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mind can hide&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;And this is the wonder that's keeping the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;stars&lt;/span&gt; apart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry your &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;(I carry it in my &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E.E. Cummings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-1243349620593835102?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/1243349620593835102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=1243349620593835102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1243349620593835102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1243349620593835102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/12/here-is-deepest-secret-nobody-knows.html' title='&amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-2923700249497442087</id><published>2010-12-18T23:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-18T23:18:16.893Z</updated><title type='text'>Acting .</title><content type='html'>I want to act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want I want I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally have no idea how to get into it. Literally. If I can avoid drama school I will. I'd love to get my degree in 2012 and literally immediately after jet out to LA, get an agent, wait tables to earn some money, and hopefully get a role in something. A play, a musical, a television programme, an indie film, a blockbuster film. Anything. I just want the chance to act. It's so thrilling and gives me a buzz that I cannot get from anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone advise me what to do? I know it's probably wisest to go to drama school, I'd happily go for the contacts alone, but I feel like I've postponed acting enough by doing my degree - after I graduate I just want to get out there, get some experience, get some direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish uni had a drama club. We have drama productions, but all you can participate in are auditions for the plays, and if you don't get a role you have to wait till next term to audition for the next play - I want a weekly drama society that I can consistently participate and improve in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to be an actress, and I know I have the ability to do it. I've never admitted that about anything. Even when I was one of 4 picked out of a thousand for ballet school, I always doubted my strength in it. With acting I know I'm good. It sounds big headed, but I should be allowed to be big headed about one aspect of my life, and I'm choosing the area I'm most passionate and ambitious in; acting .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-2923700249497442087?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/2923700249497442087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=2923700249497442087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/2923700249497442087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/2923700249497442087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/12/acting.html' title='Acting .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-8426286503881259382</id><published>2010-12-18T17:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-18T17:37:34.433Z</updated><title type='text'>Major Update .</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's not that major, because nothing really has happened of any real mention but here's a little update on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have a job in Debenhams that I started in September. I work every Sunday for 5 hours. It's pretty sweet. I am so undeniably awesome at tills. Seriously, I will happily assist you on tills new staff because I am awesome and ended up figuring most of the stuff myself (stupid, pointless 3 hours of till training).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uni's amazing, but incredibly stressful this year. I'm learning middle Egyptian hieroglyphs, which is, quite frankly, the hardest thing I have ever done academically. It's more difficult to learn than French or German or Italian or anything like that because the hieroglyph symbols don't directly translate to English - you have to translate them into Egyptian, and then into English - but the Egyptian translations are dependant on the hieroglyphs as simply the Egyptian translation could mean honestly hundreds of things, so you need the symbols to tell you the context of the sentence. Mad. Mental. Tres dificile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I GOT MY HAIR CUT; which was a scary prospect at first, but I absolutely love it. I was sick of having long hair, and to be fair my hair is still fairly long, about an inch and a half past my shoulders - but that's very short for me. Now I can put it in a pony tail and it looks cute and in an actual style, instead of looking boring when it was longer. Cannot wait to get my GHD straighteners for Christmas, then I can experiment with putting messy waves in (a la The Olsen twins).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fashion is still a major interest for me, and in November I had another article published in my university newspaper. I'm going to write about 10 articles during the Christmas holidays, and then just submit them every week to build up my portfolio. &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then approach Vogue, Nylon, Elle, Tatler, Harpers Bazaar and Vanity Fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Music is still mainly Beirut and almost the entire hip-hop genre, with major MAJOR love for Drake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My favourite films this year have been: Kick-Ass, Avatar, Inception, Harry Potter &amp; Toy Story 3. I cannot wait to see Black Swan though - that might just take the biscuit if it loves up to the hype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Favourite names still consist of Olive (Mythily Hero), and now also Margalo (Cecilia Scarlet). Rupert (John Asa) now lives in a more prominent position next to old timers Sacha (James Alsandair), Tadhg (William Rex) and Calum (Ashley Wolfram).&lt;br /&gt;Yum yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Favourite food is still salads, although I eat FAR FAR FAR less of them now sadly. A good Chicken Caesar Salad will always be one of my favourite meals. (Along with burritos, quattro formaggi pizza and too many others &lt;s&gt;{ahem, crisps + cheese, ahem [but not together of course]}&lt;/s&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHTO. I SHALL POST MORE AND MORE BECAUSE I'VE BEEN SEVERELY LAGGING SINCE I STARTED UNI. &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-8426286503881259382?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/8426286503881259382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=8426286503881259382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/8426286503881259382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/8426286503881259382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/12/major-update.html' title='Major Update .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-6429684027774239335</id><published>2010-10-29T10:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T10:46:42.614+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan for the next few days.</title><content type='html'>Friday (today).&lt;br /&gt;1. Take chicken breast out of freezer and leave in fridge to defrost.&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to lecture at 12.&lt;br /&gt;3. After lecture, run to train station and get ticket into town.&lt;br /&gt;4. Look through shops in Bullring for a couple of pretty dresses, keeping the total costs under £100. (+ A pair of those long socks from River Island)&lt;br /&gt;5. Possibly pick up a Grazia and a bite to eat from EAT.&lt;br /&gt;6. Return home, make cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;7. Read through Egyptian Grammar book, make notes on NISBA.&lt;br /&gt;8. Tea - have a chicken ceasar salad.&lt;br /&gt;9. At 9pm - dash over to Laura's house with Will &amp; Amy to discuss our Study Tour trip to Egypt, to get drunk and to then watch The Mummy in preparation :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday (tomorrow).&lt;br /&gt;1. Wake up no later than 10.&lt;br /&gt;2. Again read through and make notes from Egyptian Grammar book.&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to library after lunch to do more of this, and also read around my other modules.&lt;br /&gt;4. Head to train station for around 3-ish. Get on train to town.&lt;br /&gt;5. Run to Birmingham Moor St. Station and get on train home.&lt;br /&gt;6. Get home, collect pieces for outfit (gloves, tutu) work, play, eat, Xfactor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday (the day after tomorrow, oo hello Jake Gyllenhaal!).&lt;br /&gt;1. Wake up.&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to work.&lt;br /&gt;3. Finish work at 3.30, head straight for train station.&lt;br /&gt;4. Get back at the house for about 6ish.&lt;br /&gt;5. Dinner (should really be prepared on Saturday).&lt;br /&gt;6. Get ready for Halloween House Party.&lt;br /&gt;7. Go round to Laura's (again) dressed as Catwoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point I should really purchase some alchohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday the plan is; Wake up sometime before 4pm and head to lecture at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;Sorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd bore you with that. :) Missed me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-6429684027774239335?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/6429684027774239335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=6429684027774239335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/6429684027774239335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/6429684027774239335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/10/plan-for-next-few-days.html' title='Plan for the next few days.'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-2270105495451614375</id><published>2010-10-20T21:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T21:10:40.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry .</title><content type='html'>I've been a shite blogger recently. I apologise and promise you that things will change soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry again .&lt;br /&gt;R xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-2270105495451614375?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/2270105495451614375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=2270105495451614375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/2270105495451614375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/2270105495451614375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/10/sorry.html' title='Sorry .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-8858724866597336941</id><published>2010-09-08T23:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:20:08.126+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future Hopes'/><title type='text'>Confusions .</title><content type='html'>Recently I've found myself questioning everything around me. I feel as if I don't understand anything apart from that which I have read in my books, even though I'm very aware that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I feel like I need a life tutor - someone to sit me down and explain why I can suddenly develop a total longing for a place I've never been to, why I can become so sad at the thought of things that never even occurred to me before, how I can become so passionate about the smallest thing at the drop of a hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like narrowing down what I want to do in life in order to cancel out all these feelings of confusion. I'm going to make a list of things I absolutely want to do in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is that list;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I want my family always. Ohana; Lilo &amp; Stitch. &lt;br /&gt;2. Experience love.&lt;br /&gt;3. Be consistently and effortlessly spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;4. Wander around the planet.&lt;br /&gt;5. See wild animals.&lt;br /&gt;6. Be an actress.&lt;br /&gt;7. Own a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and be happy ? That'd surely be nice, son . &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TIgLvy8Z9cI/AAAAAAAAA9c/VAF7Sv6aHus/s1600/2dvqrs6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TIgLvy8Z9cI/AAAAAAAAA9c/VAF7Sv6aHus/s400/2dvqrs6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514670659472061890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-8858724866597336941?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/8858724866597336941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=8858724866597336941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/8858724866597336941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/8858724866597336941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/09/confusions.html' title='Confusions .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TIgLvy8Z9cI/AAAAAAAAA9c/VAF7Sv6aHus/s72-c/2dvqrs6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-8616637605901620188</id><published>2010-09-01T17:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T17:24:54.742+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Wants'/><title type='text'>My new bag .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TH5-ILrYw_I/AAAAAAAAA80/5AsbAfLIHQ0/s1600/3533045477_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TH5-ILrYw_I/AAAAAAAAA80/5AsbAfLIHQ0/s400/3533045477_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511981672986887154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my new best friend. I got it in a sale at Warehouse. £20 marked down from £45. Booyeah .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-8616637605901620188?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/8616637605901620188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=8616637605901620188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/8616637605901620188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/8616637605901620188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-new-bag.html' title='My new bag .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TH5-ILrYw_I/AAAAAAAAA80/5AsbAfLIHQ0/s72-c/3533045477_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-4320239423590609033</id><published>2010-09-01T17:11:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T17:20:08.632+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Violet .</title><content type='html'>I just wrote a whole paragraph about my family's situation here. It just seems too personal to dive into. The shortened, censored version is the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maternal grandmother and last grandparent died last week. It's her funeral tomorrow. Her name was Violet. She left no will and now one of my mother's brothers believes he has the right to inherit everything, which as you can imagine has caused many problems for my mother (who's the eldest) and her other brother (the youngest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ongoing and unlikely to end soon, regardless of the fact that a solicitor has said outright that law states that the estate will be split between the surviving children, of which there are 3. My selfish uncle wants the whole house, and because my mother and grandmother had an argument towards the end of my grandmother's life, he suggests my mother get nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can just fuck the hell away .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-4320239423590609033?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/4320239423590609033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=4320239423590609033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/4320239423590609033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/4320239423590609033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/09/sorry-violet.html' title='Sorry Violet .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-9175258339627751388</id><published>2010-08-19T14:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T14:34:08.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Current loves .</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;My current loves currently look like this currently;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tattoos. &lt;a href="http://www.prettyinky.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://www.prettyinky.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Olive, Olive, Olive. I watched Little Miss Sunshine the other day, and now it will be impossible for me to have a daughter and not call her Olive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Burberry Prorsum. Seriously. Almost every piece, YET AGAIN from their latest collection. I'm loving the aviator jackets, and in this collection there are quite a few .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fattening foods. God, don't we all love them ? Especially when they're in our bellies literally hours after declaring we no longer wanted to eat them. Cheese on crackers ? Check. Crisps? Check. Slice of cake? Sure, what the hell. I'm going on the treadmill later until I burn it all off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 50s/60s Style - I absolutely love it, not entirely sure why, I just saw an advert for Crabbie's Ginger Beer on the tv and I felt so happy, almost as if I missed times like this.... reincarnation ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Leonardo DiCaprio, I once again want your children. I loved you in Titanic and Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet when I was 12 because you looked like a little boy. Now you've filled out and I've grown up and we can be together again. Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of LDiC, I loved Inception, sure I didn't get it for the first half an hour, but then I recognised Joseph Gordon Levitt's face and Cillian Murphy's face and Ellen Page's face and LEO'S face and all was good. It was a bit tricky to understand, but boy was it a clever concept. I think I'll need to watch it again at some point, you know, just to get into it a wee bit more . Ahhh... JGL, CM, EP, LDiC ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to know something that I'm abso-bloody-lutely NOT currently loving ? The new Skins cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507113409543938274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TG0yd9GoIOI/AAAAAAAAA8g/DPZF7YuvW8k/s400/91A2C2D9-72A2-41B3-8D52-398E25686980_extra.jpg" /&gt;Umm, no thanks, I'll pass . I cannot see the annoying ginger girl from The Golden Compass having sex and snorting coke (second from left). We'll see .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-9175258339627751388?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/9175258339627751388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=9175258339627751388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/9175258339627751388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/9175258339627751388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/08/current-loves.html' title='Current loves .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TG0yd9GoIOI/AAAAAAAAA8g/DPZF7YuvW8k/s72-c/91A2C2D9-72A2-41B3-8D52-398E25686980_extra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-4836055045664901350</id><published>2010-08-17T12:34:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T13:02:50.201+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Wants'/><title type='text'>BIG LIST TIME .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi, oh yeah, and sorry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- TUMBLR is taking over my life - it's too much fun to be legal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- THE BLACK KEYS- BROTHERS, I want to marry this album. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- STARING MYSTICALLY INTO SPACE - this is my new hobby. Well that and buying things I don't need out of boredom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to start working out again - I might go swimming today, that might be fun - burn off those calories that I will undoubtedly put on with the Ben and Jerry's waiting for me in the freezer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want this coat I saw in an advert for Topshop in Elle - but I cannot find it on their website - plus if it's priced anything like their other more luxe coats, we're looking at about £350. Not cool. But it's soooo lovely. Also, I'm sick of typing Topshop into google images and getting pictures of Kate Moss. Topshop was sensational before Kate Moss and still sensational now - she's almost entirely irrelevant to the brand, with her glittery maxi dresses and over-priced jackets. No sir .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of no sir, I've been watching the first series of The Mighty Boosh recently - it's sooo good, I think I actually prefer it to series two. (Series three has never got a look in - it's too bizaare). Wow, what a random thing to suddenly start talking about .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart for Topshop desires, I've also been getting into nail polishes recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TGp47dMW7BI/AAAAAAAAA8A/_vbymdNLV90/s1600/img-thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506346457257929746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TGp47dMW7BI/AAAAAAAAA8A/_vbymdNLV90/s200/img-thing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TGp4INTAk4I/AAAAAAAAA7w/4u6NrJd9yxo/s1600/grey.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TGp42Za08vI/AAAAAAAAA74/OBfnMY3uSOk/s1600/img-thing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506346370345530098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TGp42Za08vI/AAAAAAAAA74/OBfnMY3uSOk/s200/img-thing1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TGp34xJ53qI/AAAAAAAAA7o/ddIJXp26dBw/s1600/revlon_nail_enamel_nwc4389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506345311565110946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TGp34xJ53qI/AAAAAAAAA7o/ddIJXp26dBw/s200/revlon_nail_enamel_nwc4389.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TGp3kr1-QjI/AAAAAAAAA7g/CxuHLQQDhbI/s1600/thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506344966541951538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TGp3kr1-QjI/AAAAAAAAA7g/CxuHLQQDhbI/s200/thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear, Models Own nail polish is the best I've ever used - thick flawless coverage and it doesn't chip easily. Brilliant stuff. I've had more trouble with the Revlon - especially the mint coloured one - they chipped within 10 minutes of applying and looked really hard and enamel-y - like I'd literally slopped a bucket of paint over my nails. Not pretty and delicate at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, I need to go get dressed now. It's 1pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-4836055045664901350?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/4836055045664901350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=4836055045664901350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/4836055045664901350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/4836055045664901350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-list-time.html' title='BIG LIST TIME .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TGp47dMW7BI/AAAAAAAAA8A/_vbymdNLV90/s72-c/img-thing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-895796745726485163</id><published>2010-07-31T11:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T11:41:16.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear JK,</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, Joanne Kathleen Rowling! Thanks for creating the most loved story of all time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/2975678004_339b8c57fd-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-895796745726485163?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/895796745726485163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=895796745726485163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/895796745726485163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/895796745726485163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-jk.html' title='Dear JK,'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-1824647898066947384</id><published>2010-07-28T16:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T17:08:04.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back... and bored .</title><content type='html'>Spain was absolutely lovely. It was so hot and friendly and fun and I never wanted to leave. My brother was saying things along the lines of 'I miss my home comforts, you know, I kind of want to go back now, you know, because I just want, you know, my bed.' ON THE SECOND DAY, but I think he soon forgot how he, you know, missed home and soon got into the swing of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy how in a completely different country how you can sleep for about 12 hours a night and feel like it's completely the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what I missed though - being able to wear my favourite jumper (which I brought with me begging for a rainy day). It's only a thin jumper, so I had high hopes - but no sir. Every day we hoped for an overcast day so that we could go walking about without fear of passing out and dying on the street,. I remember when we complained a couple of weeks ago when temperatures were reaching around 26 degrees... in Espana it was just under 40. Absolutely scorching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I love about Spain is the SHOPPING. Yes, I hate shopping here, because it's monotonous and dull and incredibly stuffy. In Spain it's incredible - every single shop is so stylish and individual and on trend. It's like having 20 Topshops one right after another, all reasonably priced. Absolute heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst in Spain I celebrated my 19th Birthday (gosh, how scary) and it was EPIC.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never, ever, ever believe what my lovely parents got me... ready ? No there's no way you're possibly ready... give yourself another minute or two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498987804363736850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TFBURe9ORxI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/jPH9omdBkwc/s400/o_P1010100.jpg" /&gt;YES :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alexander McQueen Scull Scarf. My parents went and bought me a genuine, gorgeous Alexander McQueen Scull Scarf. I nearly wet myself with glee ! I also got Chanel Chance perfume (the green one) and some jewellery. It was such a good birthday! Then we went shopping :) Perfect day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then we came home. And all was dull and boring again. I'm literally bored ALL THE TIME. Today I was so bored I cleaned the entire kitchen. I even mopped and sweeped and disinfected everything. I might just carry on reading my book. I bought Lucky by Alice Sebold at the market on Saturday, and got straight into it... it's not a particularly large book so I hope to finish it this week, and then I can get the last Alice Sebold book, Almost Moon, at the market this Saturday. Perfecto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah, Spain, hothothot, birthday, McQMcQMcQ, happyhappyhappy, home, dull, bored. But hey, at least I've had the opportunity to wear my favourite jumper :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-1824647898066947384?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/1824647898066947384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=1824647898066947384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1824647898066947384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1824647898066947384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-back-and-bored.html' title='I&apos;m back... and bored .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TFBURe9ORxI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/jPH9omdBkwc/s72-c/o_P1010100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-7321388467688104708</id><published>2010-07-10T19:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T19:47:01.627+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SummerSummerSummertime .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TDi_5sY2MBI/AAAAAAAAA7A/TtzoGDrg0Vk/s1600/nkps_3__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492350743467143186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TDi_5sY2MBI/AAAAAAAAA7A/TtzoGDrg0Vk/s400/nkps_3__oPt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Spain tomorrow for 10 days. I'll be back soon !! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-7321388467688104708?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/7321388467688104708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=7321388467688104708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/7321388467688104708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/7321388467688104708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/07/summersummersummertime.html' title='SummerSummerSummertime .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TDi_5sY2MBI/AAAAAAAAA7A/TtzoGDrg0Vk/s72-c/nkps_3__oPt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-4664574362542932429</id><published>2010-07-05T09:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T09:57:37.910+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week Ahead .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TDGZC-KTXLI/AAAAAAAAA64/0XREt1vjSI0/s1600/2006-F1-hummer-sun-lge_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490337697066343602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TDGZC-KTXLI/AAAAAAAAA64/0XREt1vjSI0/s400/2006-F1-hummer-sun-lge_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This week is gonna be a good one, I can feel it in my left toe.&lt;br /&gt;So:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon - Today - Nothing much, but possibly picking up my new sets of glasses in time for my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Tues - Again nothing much, maybe a bit of shopping for the hols.&lt;br /&gt;Wed - Birmingham with BFF for shopping and then Gatecrasher ♥&lt;br /&gt;Thurs - Brother's Prom - I think I'm more excited than him :)&lt;br /&gt;Fri - Last minute mental work-out day in time for hols.&lt;br /&gt;Sat - Last minute shopping day for hols&lt;br /&gt;Sun - SPAIN ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAHAHHHHHHHHH !! So excited.&lt;br /&gt;Then while in Spain I have my birthday ! I've told my parents to leave any presents they're unsure about packing and bringing back here for me after the holiday. - I really don't care about presents this year, because I'll be in Spain anyway - I'll be in happy mode regardless :) Plus my parents have forked out a fortune on me this year - so I've only asked for some Chanel perfume and a nice card :) Aren't I good ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-4664574362542932429?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/4664574362542932429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=4664574362542932429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/4664574362542932429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/4664574362542932429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/07/week-ahead.html' title='The Week Ahead .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TDGZC-KTXLI/AAAAAAAAA64/0XREt1vjSI0/s72-c/2006-F1-hummer-sun-lge_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-3813727646157819315</id><published>2010-07-02T22:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T23:00:38.300+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hotties'/><title type='text'>Duh-vuh-duhs + Cradle snatchers .</title><content type='html'>I've realised that I only need Beauty &amp;amp; The Beast and Mulan on DVD to own all the original animation Disney films that I care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get them this Summer, although I don't think that Beauty &amp;amp; The Beast is out on DVD yet... and I also really want Kick Ass on DVD so I might need to set aside some moulah for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh golly, speaking of Kick Ass - I fell a bit in love with that main Kick Ass guy and so IMDBed him and not only is the 20 year old &lt;strong&gt;engaged&lt;/strong&gt;, but his fiance is &lt;strong&gt;pregnant&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't stop there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:220;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's 43&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I know. I wonder where down the line he'll realise that he probably jumped into this too quickly, and I also wonder when she'll look in the mirror and realise what a frigging cradle-snatcher she is. I don't care if they're in love, it's highly impractical. When poor Aaron (for that is his name) is middle aged, she'll be receiving her pension. It's a bit perverted on both parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo. Yeah, DVDs; Beauty &amp;amp; The Beast + Mulan + Kick Ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-3813727646157819315?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/3813727646157819315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=3813727646157819315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/3813727646157819315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/3813727646157819315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/07/duh-vuh-duhs-cradle-snatchers.html' title='Duh-vuh-duhs + Cradle snatchers .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-4668137085237047746</id><published>2010-06-30T14:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T14:06:31.569+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I ♥ Polyvore .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TCtA3YTCSRI/AAAAAAAAA6w/_MJrqqksX_8/s1600/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFkdnb181a2VFM3hHZGVWS2NCb2dzQncAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TCtA3YTCSRI/AAAAAAAAA6w/_MJrqqksX_8/s400/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFkdnb181a2VFM3hHZGVWS2NCb2dzQncAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488551891040356626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would so wear this right now if I owned these items.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth &amp; James tee, Burberry leggings, Burberry trench, All Saints boots, Asos vintage satchel, RayBan sunglasses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-4668137085237047746?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/4668137085237047746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=4668137085237047746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/4668137085237047746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/4668137085237047746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-polyvore.html' title='I &amp;hearts; Polyvore .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TCtA3YTCSRI/AAAAAAAAA6w/_MJrqqksX_8/s72-c/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFkdnb181a2VFM3hHZGVWS2NCb2dzQncAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-8104120316461803262</id><published>2010-06-30T13:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T13:51:49.525+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Polyvore outfit .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TCs9mWZZDzI/AAAAAAAAA6o/552g6zjhnB0/s1600/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjhERzVfdzJGM3hHY3kzUnBPZ2FTRmcAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TCs9mWZZDzI/AAAAAAAAA6o/552g6zjhnB0/s400/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjhERzVfdzJGM3hHY3kzUnBPZ2FTRmcAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488548299937484594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just sort of came to me whilst I was watching The September Issue.&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Wang tee, Valentino silk pencil skirt, YSL shoes, Mulberry bag, Alexander McQueen scarf, Elizabeth &amp; James rings .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-8104120316461803262?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/8104120316461803262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=8104120316461803262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/8104120316461803262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/8104120316461803262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/06/find-me-on-polyvore.html' title='Polyvore outfit .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/TCs9mWZZDzI/AAAAAAAAA6o/552g6zjhnB0/s72-c/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjhERzVfdzJGM3hHY3kzUnBPZ2FTRmcAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-2729864310211867756</id><published>2010-06-28T20:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:22:27.460+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangin&apos; Tunes'/><title type='text'>OH MY GOD .</title><content type='html'>I love Muse. More than anything right now. I love Muse.&lt;br /&gt;Matt Bellamy, please consider serenading me in my sleep, it would look truly epic on your CV. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Muse ? Did you see them at Glastonbury ?&lt;br /&gt;Now, I could be very cool here and declare that I went to Glastonbury, hat a quick chat with Emma Watson and proceeded to get off with Matt Smith before heading over to the Pyramid stage to watch Muse, because surely, none of you would be any wiser if I did or not. However, I actually love you if you're still bothering with even checking this blog. It's undeniably lame now. Thanks if you've stuck through it. (Shout out to Beth Ruby! Hollah!) I shall not lie to thee. I watched them on'telly :) And then BBC iPlayer the next day, because 3 hours was certainly not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Here is my NEW list of priorities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Getting in shape (which is going surprisingly well).&lt;br /&gt;2. Matt Smith&lt;br /&gt;3. MUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. Oh love. Oh be still my beating heart. Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of number twoooo...&lt;br /&gt;DOCTOR WHO ANYONE ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I die, I die, I die.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get Steven Moffat's number so I can suggest I come and play a younger version of River Song in the next series. He will love this idea, naturally, and thus starts my bustling acting career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want a still of the bit in the last episode where The Doctor is leaning against the wall at the wedding after the epic dancing. SWOON, NEAR DEATH OF RACHAEL, SWOON IN NEAR DEATH, RESUSCITATION, SWOON ONCE MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD. What if they put Doctor Who to Muse music. YOUTUBERS HEAR MY CRY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that is all. Seriously, still of The Doctor at the wedding, and YouTube video of Doctor Who to Muse please? Why are you still sitting there ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-2729864310211867756?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/2729864310211867756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=2729864310211867756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/2729864310211867756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/2729864310211867756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-my-god.html' title='OH MY GOD .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-7632609673158814418</id><published>2010-06-21T14:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T14:51:56.047+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Wants'/><title type='text'>WANT .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=reserv1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/reserv1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;These are so me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-7632609673158814418?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/7632609673158814418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=7632609673158814418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/7632609673158814418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/7632609673158814418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/06/want.html' title='WANT .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-2225910688320512640</id><published>2010-06-14T21:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T21:20:33.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>List.</title><content type='html'>I like lists.&lt;br /&gt;I have work to do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing a list anyway, then I'm washing up, then getting in bed to actually do the frigging work.&lt;br /&gt;RIGHTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of everything I love right now;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Smith.&lt;br /&gt;Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Peanut Butter.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Drake.&lt;br /&gt;My bed.&lt;br /&gt;Being alone in my flat because everyone's gone home for summer.&lt;br /&gt;The name Ramona.&lt;br /&gt;My cat.&lt;br /&gt;The prospect of seeing my home friends again.&lt;br /&gt;Animals.&lt;br /&gt;Taxidermy animals.&lt;br /&gt;Bones&lt;br /&gt;The idea of doing almost HARD CORE EGYPT modules next year.&lt;br /&gt;The colour blue.&lt;br /&gt;My bedroom wallpaper, DESPITE what my mother says.&lt;br /&gt;Disney &amp;amp; Pixar&lt;br /&gt;Icanhazacheezburger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List done :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, quick note ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I say I love Doctor Who, I'm lying, the show is but average, the only reason I watch it is because I am irrationally and irrevocably in love with Matt Smith. Especially when his hair is like this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l1foy4WgL91qzpabso1_500.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/tumblr_l1foy4WgL91qzpabso1_500.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't it be this long and flicky and adorable now ? It lacks the flamboyancy when it's shorter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-2225910688320512640?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/2225910688320512640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=2225910688320512640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/2225910688320512640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/2225910688320512640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/06/list.html' title='List.'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-5221313379768581756</id><published>2010-06-09T15:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T10:50:14.864+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Johnny Depp .</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Deppster.&lt;br /&gt;I swear you get better and better every year.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ruin the Pirates franchise now will you ? Take it easy, keep it subtle .&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-5221313379768581756?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/5221313379768581756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=5221313379768581756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/5221313379768581756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/5221313379768581756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-johnny-depp.html' title='Happy Birthday Johnny Depp .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-2852317446212534835</id><published>2010-06-08T21:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T22:01:33.018+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Glare at Gillan .</title><content type='html'>I've never hated and loved someone as much as I hate and love Karen Gillan.&lt;br /&gt;I hate her because;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; - I'm jealous of her being in Doctor Who with the ever-adorable Matt Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; - She does the whole 'acting quirky' 101 routine. Mad facial expressions? Check. Quick, crazy arm movements? Check. OBVIOUS. DULL. EXTREMELY NON-QUIRKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt; - I could do a much better job than her in that programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt; - She comes across as being stuck up and unapproachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love her all-of-a-sudden because of this dress;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=article-1285080-09F345EB000005DC-98.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/article-1285080-09F345EB000005DC-98.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you say wowza? Love love love.&lt;br /&gt;This was worn at the Glamour awards, where Billie Piper looked faboosh, too (who has also been in Doctor Who, and has apparently dated Matt Smith briefly in the past after working with him on Secret Diary of a Call Girl , but I love Billie Piper, and so I can forgive this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=article-1285080-09F34B4E000005DC-72.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/article-1285080-09F34B4E000005DC-72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-2852317446212534835?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/2852317446212534835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=2852317446212534835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/2852317446212534835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/2852317446212534835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/06/everyone-glare-at-gillan.html' title='Everyone Glare at Gillan .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-5477575273929322278</id><published>2010-06-02T22:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:26:09.697+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yey.</title><content type='html'>I've finished all my exams for this year.&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need to worry about now is my practical module which I've already started and doesn't require much worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just letting you know :) I can finally read, shop and enjoy the weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-5477575273929322278?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/5477575273929322278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=5477575273929322278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/5477575273929322278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/5477575273929322278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/06/yey.html' title='Yey.'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-1559812902275751205</id><published>2010-05-28T13:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T13:09:33.869+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Isatou is Two !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S_-yQhuzObI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rkQX2mo03YY/s1600/2254139180_d7195d6b1c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476291668908128690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S_-yQhuzObI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rkQX2mo03YY/s400/2254139180_d7195d6b1c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ISATWO.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to my first blog ever on it's second birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-1559812902275751205?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/1559812902275751205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=1559812902275751205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1559812902275751205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1559812902275751205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/05/isatou-is-two.html' title='Isatou is Two !'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S_-yQhuzObI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rkQX2mo03YY/s72-c/2254139180_d7195d6b1c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-4190459339957893497</id><published>2010-05-27T20:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:50:03.809+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my gawd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1Cc6Bof2_0&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1Cc6Bof2_0&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derren Brown is actually amazing. LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-4190459339957893497?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/4190459339957893497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=4190459339957893497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/4190459339957893497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/4190459339957893497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-my-gawd.html' title='Oh my gawd.'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-4109822759365326975</id><published>2010-05-27T17:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:43:13.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My new best friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S_6gZ0z0B9I/AAAAAAAAA6I/miHxzzaJIbM/s1600/Image0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475990562462238674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S_6gZ0z0B9I/AAAAAAAAA6I/miHxzzaJIbM/s400/Image0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S_6gUog3buI/AAAAAAAAA6A/N3GekGE70Fo/s1600/Image0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475990473262198498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S_6gUog3buI/AAAAAAAAA6A/N3GekGE70Fo/s400/Image0073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Stitch. He is tiny, and adorable and blue and has amazing hair. I couldn't resist. I cuddle him while revising. He makes me happy when Stewie from Family Guy isn't on my screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mentioned him on my new tumblr blog: &lt;a href="http://treecalledlife.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://treecalledlife.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt; Although you get the pictures first ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loyalty or what ? Medal ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-4109822759365326975?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/4109822759365326975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=4109822759365326975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/4109822759365326975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/4109822759365326975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-new-best-friend.html' title='My new best friend.'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S_6gZ0z0B9I/AAAAAAAAA6I/miHxzzaJIbM/s72-c/Image0072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-85222669907875427</id><published>2010-05-27T17:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:35:33.419+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it .</title><content type='html'>I made a new Tumblr because I love it, and I clearly want to fail all my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://treecalledlife.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://treecalledlife.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called &lt;strong&gt;Altivolus&lt;/strong&gt; and is a bit like this blog and Poesy squished together in picture format. Hardly any words, mostly picture. It'll be a nice break when you're sick of my gushing feelings on this one, and the lack of updating of Poesy and the endless pretty tattoos on Pretty Inky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get there now, and invite your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://treecalledlife.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://treecalledlife.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://treecalledlife.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://treecalledlife.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://treecalledlife.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://treecalledlife.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://treecalledlife.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://treecalledlife.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://treecalledlife.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://treecalledlife.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://treecalledlife.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://treecalledlife.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://treecalledlife.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://treecalledlife.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://treecalledlife.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://treecalledlife.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-85222669907875427?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/85222669907875427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=85222669907875427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/85222669907875427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/85222669907875427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-did-it.html' title='I did it .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-5303890223027412959</id><published>2010-05-26T18:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T19:13:00.695+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My House .</title><content type='html'>Next year I will be living in a house with my current flatmate Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily, Alex, Nicky, Brishen and I all agreed to live together and look for a 4 bedroom house to rent at the start of the year (Jan). About a week after deciding this, Nicky dropped out saying that she wanted to live with some people in a different flat because she spends more time with them and thought it was a sensible decision. We agreed. And then there was 4. We started looking for a 3 bedroom house (Alex and her boyfriend {who doesn't go to uni, but has been living with her in her uni room all year} Brishen would be sharing a room). I wasn't able to go with  Emily, Alex &amp;amp; Brishen to look for a house on the day they did because I had a lecture, but they told me to trust them on a house, and they put all our names down for it.&lt;br /&gt;We signed the contract in January and have been looking forward to it ever since (apart from Emily and I not discussing who got the upstairs, and who got the downstairs bedroom - Alex and Brishen were getting the bigger upstairs bedroom with the double bed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon Alex came into my room and told me that she's quitting her course next year and therefore won't be living with me and Emily next year - Brishen obviously won't be living with us either. Which leaves just Emily &amp;amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I text Emily saying 'Shotgun Alex's big room! Haha' and she texts back basically saying that she wants the big room so its easier when her boyfriend comes to stay. I can't really argue, she has a genuine excuse for needing the room, but I did kind of want the room. Ah well, I'm upstairs, out of harms way and next to the bathroom. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just need to find a new housemate soonish or Alex will have to pay for the whole year. Either way, it's not really mine and Emily's problem - we won't be paying any more. I'm a bit concerened about if we do find a new housemate though - what will she be like? (we would both prefer a girl). Will she be messy, noisy, a drug addict ? She'll be living downstairs regardless... but that means she's near the kitchen - will she be the type to steal food? That's if we even find a housemate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahey! More stress ! :(&lt;br /&gt;No, not really, but hey, I'm a drama queen today - go with it !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-5303890223027412959?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/5303890223027412959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=5303890223027412959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/5303890223027412959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/5303890223027412959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-house.html' title='My House .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-5838134573176313714</id><published>2010-05-26T09:47:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T10:01:32.947+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Two things.</title><content type='html'>1. I am constantly hungry. Constantly. It went from complete loss of appetite at the start of the month to now completely over-eating. I'm worried about my lack of bikini bod this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm starting to prefer Tumblr to Blogger. Seriously. I might start ANOTHER blog over on tumblr which consists mainly of reblogs. There are just so many lovely pictures that I want to reblog and can't right now because my Tumblr is about tattoos (and random bursts of desire).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, maybe I'll start it in the summer - not that I'll have any time in the summer because I've gone and done something really stupid - I've got myself a summer job.&lt;br /&gt;It's in an Oyster and Champange restaurant which is scary because not only have I never worked in restaurant before, but because it's a really swish expensive restaurant where people want the best. The food is really expensive and the champagne is really expensive and there are just such high expectations. Every time I think about working there in the summer - I get butterflies of fear in my stomach which makes me feel physically sick. I really want to ring up the manager and come up with some lame excuse as to why I can't work there anymore. Something to do with a large piece of uni work to be done over summer or something. I had my two shifts before I left for uni again during Easter - and it went well, but the hours are really late (the second night I got back at about 1 in the morning - and I was driving - which was scary).&lt;br /&gt;I hate the pressure, I hate the late nights, I hate how she incorrectly taxed me on my minimal earnings and didn't give me my tips, I hate how I'm too scared to call up and complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to do this job anymore, but part of me just thinks that it's just because I'm lazy and want all of summer off. Then another part of me thinks that I should just carry on with the job because I'll earn lots of money (one guy left a £40 tip) and it'll be a good experience and that I should just grow up, and stop worrying. But what if when I ring up to say I'm going on holiday for a couple of weeks in July she tells me off and cuts me loose? I'm so scared to ring her. Plus, she owes me about £12 in unecessarily cut taxes and at least that again in tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, that was more like 3 things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-5838134573176313714?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/5838134573176313714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=5838134573176313714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/5838134573176313714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/5838134573176313714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-things.html' title='Two things.'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-2329828759116629243</id><published>2010-05-26T09:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T09:46:47.734+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Things.'/><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 8 - Pictures of your room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my uni room ...at uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475496265458683010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S_ze18-kjII/AAAAAAAAA5g/5wShQ8ehSAg/s400/Image0065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475496447582682434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S_zfAjcUPUI/AAAAAAAAA5o/830K01VYVDg/s400/Image0066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475496806219827058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S_zfVbeEx3I/AAAAAAAAA5w/_0BB5iKsPCM/s400/Image0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I used my notice board to make a collage. Problem ? And yes, I was supposed to be revising for my Egypt exam when I took this picture - but hey, at least I got it done !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-2329828759116629243?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/2329828759116629243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=2329828759116629243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/2329828759116629243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/2329828759116629243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S_ze18-kjII/AAAAAAAAA5g/5wShQ8ehSAg/s72-c/Image0065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-7441078602837529683</id><published>2010-05-18T12:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T12:42:57.418+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry.</title><content type='html'>I've been pretty slow on catching up with my blogging of late. I've had exams and revision and many other things distracting me from blogging here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, my tumblr is still updated regularly (daily).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get your little tushies down there, especially if you like tattoos !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prettyinky.tumblr.com/"&gt;www.prettyinky.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchos amore. XX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-7441078602837529683?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/7441078602837529683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=7441078602837529683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/7441078602837529683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/7441078602837529683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/05/sorry.html' title='Sorry.'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-8692837081220646233</id><published>2010-05-13T16:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T16:16:04.932+01:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l0l0hepSFt1qb0ugqo1_r1_500.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/tumblr_l0l0hepSFt1qb0ugqo1_r1_500.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-8692837081220646233?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/8692837081220646233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=8692837081220646233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/8692837081220646233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/8692837081220646233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/05/ahhhh.html' title='&amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-3676953528746965393</id><published>2010-05-12T18:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T18:52:12.409+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Day 7 - Favourite TV Show&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nearly over after 6 merciless seasons. I can't believe it. I can't believe I'm still watching it to be honest - but I doubt I'll ever regret watching Lost - it's been a part of my life these last 6 years, and it's my enthusiasm for Lost that has got me devoted to other shows, too. I never knew one show could mean so much to me before Lost. Yeah, there was Coronation Street and Dexter's Laboratory and Even Stevens, but Lost was actually deeply important.&lt;br /&gt;I love Sawyer. He makes Lost what it is - forget Jack and Kate and Kate and Jack - you need to be focusing on Sawyer. And Sayid. And Locke. And Charlie. And DESMOND ahh &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, yeah, Lost FTW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-3676953528746965393?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/3676953528746965393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=3676953528746965393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/3676953528746965393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/3676953528746965393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-6143156930019327789</id><published>2010-05-11T22:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:37:55.919+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask me anything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.formspring.me/widget/view/rpountley?&amp;amp;size=medium&amp;amp;bgcolor=%23fff&amp;amp;fgcolor=%23333" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="180" height="275" style="border:none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/rpountley"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/rpountley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've jumped on the bandwagon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, ask me anything !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-6143156930019327789?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/6143156930019327789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=6143156930019327789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/6143156930019327789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/6143156930019327789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/05/ask-me-anything.html' title='Ask me anything.'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-6217435670171604977</id><published>2010-05-11T21:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T21:36:43.658+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Things.'/><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Day 6 - Favourite Song&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aint No Sunshine - Bill Withers // Nantes - Beirut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to pick a favourite song, but if I could, it would definitely be one of these two. I love how timelessly perfect they are. Especially Aint No Sunshine - recorded in c1972 ? Timeless. Love it so much - no modern version does it justice. Nantes was the song that got me into Beirut and still almost reduces me to tears every time I hear it - and I have no idea - I just absolutely want to marry this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I can't go into more detail - but these songs speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIdIqbv7SPo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIdIqbv7SPo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j5xZow5iPmE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j5xZow5iPmE&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-6217435670171604977?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/6217435670171604977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=6217435670171604977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/6217435670171604977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/6217435670171604977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-6109911394354579484</id><published>2010-05-10T22:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:57:37.805+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Things.'/><title type='text'>Day 5.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Day 5 - Favourite Food&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love a good block of mature cheese more than a lot of things. I could happily nibble on a thick slice of mature cheddar for hours. It's my favourite food ever. YES it's fattening. YES it's gone off milk. Really wish I cared. I don't think I could ever be annorexic due to my overwhelming adoration for the cheesey variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favourite cheeses;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welsh Mature Cheddar&lt;br /&gt;Wensleydale crumbly&lt;br /&gt;Cheshire crumbly&lt;br /&gt;Davidstow Mature Cheddar&lt;br /&gt; - Green waxy mature cheese from Morrisons whose name draws a blank.&lt;br /&gt;Philadelphia (oh yes... speadable cheeses !)&lt;br /&gt;Dairylea&lt;br /&gt;Babybel&lt;br /&gt;Goats cheese (i like them as breaded sticks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go grab a slab of cheese now actually. I have a nice bit of Davidstow in the fridge - if you'll excuse me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-6109911394354579484?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/6109911394354579484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=6109911394354579484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/6109911394354579484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/6109911394354579484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-5.html' title='Day 5.'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-6799623169495107425</id><published>2010-05-09T20:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:03:23.637+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Day 4 - Favourite Book&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Lovely Bones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the angelicised film, the book is dark, significant and powerful.&lt;br /&gt;Narrated by a girl in heaven, who was raped and murdered by her neighbour. The book is about her family coming to terms with her death and trying to investigate into who did it. We also see the girl in her own heaven with her other dead friends and their own idyllic little individual paradise.&lt;br /&gt;It's such a brilliant book - it keeps you riveted from start to finish. Do they catch her murderer ? I'm not going to ruin the ending - besides, that element is not really the main focus of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus there's a yellow dog called Holiday in this book. Errr...hello? Instant love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-6799623169495107425?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/6799623169495107425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=6799623169495107425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/6799623169495107425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/6799623169495107425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-4880333992181956334</id><published>2010-05-08T21:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:48:11.573+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Things.'/><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Day 3 - Favourite Musician.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zach Condon of Beirut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally the most beautiful music I have ever heard. Every single song has moments of pure joy for me. Please keep in mind that Beirut are a folk/indie band - I specialise in hip-hop. That's how amazing this man's voice is to my ears. Love love love.&lt;br /&gt;I love how occasionally Zach sounds out of control, but then you realise that's the point, that's the attraction to his gorgeous voice which sounds like it should belong to a mustached 1940's gentleman in a dinner suit singing at a formal engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Zach Condon. I love Beirut. Favourite band ever ever ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-4880333992181956334?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/4880333992181956334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=4880333992181956334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/4880333992181956334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/4880333992181956334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-4152925766986349175</id><published>2010-05-07T12:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T12:47:52.318+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Things.'/><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Day 2: Favourite Movie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gladiator&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike Russell Crowe as an actor incredibly, but this film without him would have been inexplicably bad. He doesn't make the film though, that award goes to the immense Joaquin Phoenix who plays the merciless Commodus. However, I can't possibly imagine another actor playing Maximus quite as well. This film has absolutely everything you could ever want in a film:&lt;br /&gt;An amazing plot, a bit of action, a bit of romance, a bit of revenge and of course, a bit of emotion. When I first watched this film I cried for ages. My brother (who claim's he is all hard and shizz) also cries at the end of this film. It just strums at your heartstrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about this film I love is the fact that it is my Dad's favourite film, also. We once started watching it at 10 oclock at night, completely forgetting that it's about 2 and a half hours long. I was about 15... ooops. Mum wasn't very happy, especially as it was a school night and everyone else was in bed. It was awesome, though. Happy memories, with Daddy and me, watching Gladiator - the best film of all time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-4152925766986349175?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/4152925766986349175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=4152925766986349175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/4152925766986349175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/4152925766986349175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-1377517426744706851</id><published>2010-05-06T15:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:18:53.084+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Things.'/><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Day 1 - Favourite Actor.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joaquin Phoenix.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why ? Amazing in everything I've ever seen him in, ever. That's why. There doesn't need to be any justifying when it comes to the Phoenix. He's just fandabbydosey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite role: Commodus in Gladiator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because we don't want this to come across as sexist, I'll name my &lt;u&gt;favourite actress&lt;/u&gt;, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julia Roberts/ Meryl Streep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, I HAVE TWO WHOM ARE LOVED IN EQUAL MEASURE. Julia Roberts because she is just so believable and has nice teeth. Meryl because she's still at it even though she's 50+. You go sister ! (Saying that Meryl's amazing is like saying an orange is orange).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Roberts- Favourite role: Erin Brockovich.&lt;br /&gt;Meryl Streep- Favourite role: Miranda Priestly in The Devil Wears Prada .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love Helena Bonham Carter, but I thought 3 might be pushing it.&lt;br /&gt;Hell!&lt;br /&gt;Helena Bonham Carter- Favourite role: Marla in Fight Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-1377517426744706851?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/1377517426744706851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=1377517426744706851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1377517426744706851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1377517426744706851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-1823194774625565179</id><published>2010-05-05T19:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:57:34.130+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Wants'/><title type='text'>McQ .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S-G_NssqWjI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/JZjccGU5nnQ/s1600/alexander-mcqueen-fall-10-accessories-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467861664662182450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S-G_NssqWjI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/JZjccGU5nnQ/s400/alexander-mcqueen-fall-10-accessories-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S-G-9Ua4b5I/AAAAAAAAA5A/l_aXL-hqhSg/s1600/alexander-mcqueen-fall-10-accessories-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467861383267250066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S-G-9Ua4b5I/AAAAAAAAA5A/l_aXL-hqhSg/s400/alexander-mcqueen-fall-10-accessories-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467861568958402258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S-G_IILGjtI/AAAAAAAAA5I/EQSktpHrQFo/s400/alexander-mcqueen-fall-10-accessories-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467861783609583154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S-G_Unz7pjI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/_D5xM9dp4Ao/s400/alexander-mcqueen-fall-10-accessories-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh Alexander McQueen, do me a favour, grab Heath Ledger's arm and jump back down here, yeah? We miss you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-1823194774625565179?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/1823194774625565179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=1823194774625565179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1823194774625565179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1823194774625565179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/05/mcq.html' title='McQ .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S-G_NssqWjI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/JZjccGU5nnQ/s72-c/alexander-mcqueen-fall-10-accessories-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-8197269128059826636</id><published>2010-05-05T16:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T16:19:54.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Things.</title><content type='html'>I shall start tomorrow. Another lovely little distraction from revision (which is YET to start in any proper form).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1: favorite actorday 2: favorite movie day 3: favorite musicianday 4: favorite bookday 5: favorite foodday 6: favorite songday 7: favorite tv showday 8: pictures of your roomday 9: favorite flowerday 10: favorite outfitday 11: recent picture of yourselfday 12: where your family is fromday 13: favorite memeday 14: favorite purchase ever madeday 15: current gradesday 16: future tattoosday 17: a childhood pictureday 18: favorite board gameday 19: something that made you smile this dayday 20: a 10+ year old pictureday 21: favorite movie quoteday 22: picture of you on this dayday 23: favorite music videoday 24: something embarassing in your roomday 25: one of your most prized posessionsday 26: a picture from one of the greatest days of your lifeday 27: a picture of where you’re fromday 28: a drawing of you in the futureday 29: a picture of spaceday 30: somewhere you want to visitday 31: whomever you find most attractive in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun fun :) Looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-8197269128059826636?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/8197269128059826636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=8197269128059826636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/8197269128059826636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/8197269128059826636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/05/30-things.html' title='30 Things.'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-8942911473427211281</id><published>2010-05-01T12:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T12:41:44.601+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise .</title><content type='html'>This'll be the last time I post about Doctor Who for ages, I promise - I know I can't shut about &lt;s&gt;him&lt;/s&gt; it, just one more thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely dreading/looking forward to tonights episode;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/tvandradio/7662320/Dr-Who-hots-up-with-steamy-scenes.html"&gt;http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/tvandradio/7662320/Dr-Who-hots-up-with-steamy-scenes.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry? Rejoice? Both? Either way - DOCTOR WHO tonight :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy is the word I'm looking for, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-8942911473427211281?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/8942911473427211281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=8942911473427211281' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/8942911473427211281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/8942911473427211281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/05/promise.html' title='Promise .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-1776766534863877332</id><published>2010-04-30T14:43:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:52:22.241+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random Post.</title><content type='html'>I don't think that it matters how many times I've listened to The Fame Monster now, I just can't get enough of it. Love, love, love. Gaga you are my Queen. ♥ &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a rather random note, check out these super-dooper hot pics of Jake Gyllenhaal in Prince of Persia. A MUST SEE, clearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465926149697910338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S9re35lDNkI/AAAAAAAAA4w/layVcl4xlT4/s400/pjake2__oPt.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465926202242279298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S9re69Ump4I/AAAAAAAAA44/w8_WdQaObpM/s400/pjake3__oPt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mmm. He should just look like that full time :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm really supposed to be revising, but this is so much more fun. What to do now.... hmm? OH EMM GEE - It's Saturday tomorrow, which means - Doctor Who + Over the Rainbow ! YEY! V.v.v. excited.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another coooool note, the Election Debate took place at my university last night - so busy all day due to camera vans littering the whole campus. Nearly couldn't get into the library, but made it! Oh thank goodness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've just decided my modules for next year, I've gone for Forensic Archaeology, Roman Slavery, Egyptian Hieroglyphics &amp;amp; a core module of Interpreting Landscapes/Ancient Egypt . Sounds like a wicked year ahead! WOOP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm wearing my Gaga t-shirt today, it always puts me in such a bizarre mood. Sorry about this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-1776766534863877332?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/1776766534863877332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=1776766534863877332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1776766534863877332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1776766534863877332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-post.html' title='A Random Post.'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S9re35lDNkI/AAAAAAAAA4w/layVcl4xlT4/s72-c/pjake2__oPt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-5795378412166398254</id><published>2010-04-27T09:56:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T10:01:50.352+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hotties'/><title type='text'>WHAT IS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S9amyA5Km2I/AAAAAAAAA4o/mQQG7FYbp9Y/s1600/ring__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464738576024116066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S9amyA5Km2I/AAAAAAAAA4o/mQQG7FYbp9Y/s400/ring__oPt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S9amu_-LCpI/AAAAAAAAA4g/_C8x9lPZzK4/s1600/jamie98592179__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464738524237073042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S9amu_-LCpI/AAAAAAAAA4g/_C8x9lPZzK4/s400/jamie98592179__oPt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrrrr.... WHAT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Engaged? Give me a break! For goodness sake, children !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What on Earth is going on lately? First Matt Smith gets a bit too close for comfort with Daisy Lowe, then my favourite pretty boy, the beautiful Jamie Campbell Bower goes and supposedly proposes to possibly the most boring person ever? Rumour? Please? Accidental misplacing of ring? Not actually engaged? Please? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't these men know that they're waiting for me? Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-5795378412166398254?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/5795378412166398254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=5795378412166398254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/5795378412166398254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/5795378412166398254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-is-going-on-in-this-world.html' title='WHAT IS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD?'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S9amyA5Km2I/AAAAAAAAA4o/mQQG7FYbp9Y/s72-c/ring__oPt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-8255344602475930093</id><published>2010-04-26T16:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T16:46:00.768+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'Chat' .</title><content type='html'>I love the 'chat' option on Tumblr. It lets you write a little script. It's adorable. I just posted the following 'chat' over at my tumblr site ( &lt;a href="http://www.prettyinky.tumblr.com/"&gt;www.prettyinky.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt; ) and realised that it had absolutely no place there - but I&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;just &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to use that amazing 'chat' option. So cool. Anyway, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MUM&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I wonder why on earth they chose this guy for Doctor Who. I hope they have a special show on it, because it's baffling me. Just why have they chosen him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*sigh* I don't know, Mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BROTHER&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;His face looks like, you know, like that girl in Grey's Anatomy who had her face smashed in with a pole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Whaat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MUM&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yeah! Yeah, he does! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ha, I can't believe you just said that, you're both so cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MUM:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;But doesn't he, Rachael? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;No?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-8255344602475930093?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/8255344602475930093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=8255344602475930093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/8255344602475930093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/8255344602475930093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/04/chat.html' title='&apos;Chat&apos; .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-216336981983803828</id><published>2010-04-25T10:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T10:41:35.871+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Crush of the Month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hotties'/><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S9QNIW0koSI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/GQKcmydTD-I/s1600/tumblr_l1cv74ZxaX1qze0cbo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464006685123453218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S9QNIW0koSI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/GQKcmydTD-I/s400/tumblr_l1cv74ZxaX1qze0cbo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's fair to say that I'm a little obsessed with Freja Beha Erichsen. Every picture I see of her I love. I love her cute little haircut and her amazingly awesome tattoos. I love how painfully skinny she is. I just love her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this dress, and that haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, I bought Sweeney Todd on DVD the other day - how annoying is Jamie Campbell Bower in it? It's odd how such a beautiful person can be so unattractive due to annoying facial expressions. But hey, he sings like a little angel. I watched this random show on TV last night called 'The Prisoner'. It's a remake of a 1960s thing. Anyway, Jamie Campbell Bower was in it - and far more appealing, probably because I don't recall him speaking, or opening his mouth in any way. He's such a pot of marmite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The desire for the bird tattoo is still present).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-216336981983803828?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/216336981983803828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=216336981983803828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/216336981983803828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/216336981983803828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-fair-to-say-that-im-little-obsessed.html' title='&amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S9QNIW0koSI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/GQKcmydTD-I/s72-c/tumblr_l1cv74ZxaX1qze0cbo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-3773528620008788438</id><published>2010-04-20T14:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T14:08:07.068+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattoos'/><title type='text'>A Decision ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S82milgtmfI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/o3T-nc01Fl0/s1600/273kr1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462205036185360882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S82milgtmfI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/o3T-nc01Fl0/s400/273kr1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want this tattoo. I've decided. It's happening. When ? God knows. I'm thinking maybe this summer. Maybe around my birthday in July ? That might be a good time - I can just wrap it up if it's too sunny. - Keep a plaster over it or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-3773528620008788438?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/3773528620008788438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=3773528620008788438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/3773528620008788438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/3773528620008788438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/04/decision.html' title='A Decision ?'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S82milgtmfI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/o3T-nc01Fl0/s72-c/273kr1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-3627506462795269446</id><published>2010-04-19T21:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:01:36.810+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Wants'/><title type='text'>Wants .</title><content type='html'>I want to go to Zara and spend shit loads.&lt;br /&gt;I want the kaleidoscopic colourful tee, and the owl tee, and the elephant dress and the light denim jeans and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everything &lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, this is comfort online browsing. I'm still in shock over the whole "Hey I'm Matt Smith, the quirky, cute Doctor Who... and I'm dating Daisy Lowe" incident. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Zara? And erm... fish fingers and custard? (sob)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-3627506462795269446?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/3627506462795269446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=3627506462795269446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/3627506462795269446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/3627506462795269446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/04/wants.html' title='Wants .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-1912459478690373663</id><published>2010-04-19T09:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T09:28:26.642+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S8wTvtOcX_I/AAAAAAAAA4I/c-uf2sUKXsM/s1600/daisy_1027024a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461762158408523762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S8wTvtOcX_I/AAAAAAAAA4I/c-uf2sUKXsM/s400/daisy_1027024a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM DISTRAUGHT. SOB SOB SOB SOB SOB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Doctor how could you go betray our love for the panties model? How ? Plus, surely you're not old enough to be her type? There's less than a decade between you both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, so, so upset right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-1912459478690373663?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/1912459478690373663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=1912459478690373663' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1912459478690373663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1912459478690373663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/04/noooooooooooooooooooo.html' title='NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S8wTvtOcX_I/AAAAAAAAA4I/c-uf2sUKXsM/s72-c/daisy_1027024a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-8685186300203221922</id><published>2010-04-16T13:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T13:59:49.200+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Wants'/><title type='text'>Burberry Prorsum FTW .</title><content type='html'>How I love Burberry Prorsum, let me count the ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with the trench coats, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Parachute Trench Coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=burberryparachutetrenchcoat.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/burberryparachutetrenchcoat.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Suede Epaulette Trench Coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=suedeepaulettetrench.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/suedeepaulettetrench.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case it gets a bit too warm for suede...&lt;br /&gt;The Silk Epaulette Trench Coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=silkepaulettetrench.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/silkepaulettetrench.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a Cotton one too, but I thought two was quite enough to my love across :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such gorgeous coats. Each equally pricey at a couple of grand each (although the silk one is just under 2.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burberry Prorsum haven't just captured my love in their delectable trenches though, oh no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Chiffon Dress is unbelievably elegant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chiffondress.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/chiffondress.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this Sequin Zip Dress is unbelievable hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sequinzipdress.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/sequinzipdress.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jersey Knotted Leggings - a fresh take on the overdone Sass&amp;amp;Bide Skinny Rat PVC leggings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jerseyknottedleggings.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/jerseyknottedleggings.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you have a spare £12,250..&lt;br /&gt;Alligator Barbed Wire Chained Tote Bag anyone ? I'd like it in faux Alligator, please. That'd save a few grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=alligatorbarbedwirechainedtotebag12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/alligatorbarbedwirechainedtotebag12.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-8685186300203221922?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/8685186300203221922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=8685186300203221922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/8685186300203221922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/8685186300203221922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/04/burberry-prorsum-ftw.html' title='Burberry Prorsum FTW .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-2193990648854079502</id><published>2010-04-16T10:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:25:53.852+01:00</updated><title type='text'>URGH .</title><content type='html'>I hate Outnet.com I hate it. Rubbish rubbish rubbish. GRRR. £1 Designer items ? GREAT - can you get on the site for toffee ? HELL NO. I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note - I want a tattoo more than ever. What of ? God knows. Where ? God knows. I'm far too busy with my essay and work to worry about it right now - but whenever I have a spare moment, I ponder what to get. I'm thinking a simple bird outline somewhere on my arm - discreet, but still visible when I want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe text saying something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precise, I know .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-2193990648854079502?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/2193990648854079502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=2193990648854079502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/2193990648854079502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/2193990648854079502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/04/urgh.html' title='URGH .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-3838866589881383986</id><published>2010-04-14T11:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T11:33:40.487+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Indecisiveness .</title><content type='html'>I absolutely hate how indecisive I am. It's my most major weakness - I cannot decide anything, especially little insignificant things that don't even matter. For example, I spent half an hour staring at the jewellery shelves in New Look yesterday, going back and forth in case I had missed anything. In the end I didn't even get anything, but I felt like I was missing out on something in not checking again before I left the shop. I'm seriously demented. Sometimes I wonder whether it's a mixture of OCD and indecisiveness.&lt;br /&gt;The shop-workers in the shop just stared at me like I was some sort of moron, which I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I came down wearing a coral pink dress, with my taupey-grey coloured Lady Gaga t-shirt over the top, and black tights. Mum instantly says - 'that really doesn't go', and even though I believe it does go and looks quite funky, I now have the most overpowering urge to go upstairs and change my outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seek approval constantly - when I'm clothes shopping, I always think 'Would Mum like me in this? What would she say?'  - when it doesn't even matter - even when I'm at Uni, and miles away from home, I'm still burdened by the thought of what my mother would think. It's not right. Even when it's something as simple as buying sweets 'What would Mum buy?'. I think it's a form of insecurity. It's frustrating as hell. Because when we are out shopping and I pick something up she'll go 'Oh that's nice' when I know she doesn't really like it. So even though I feel bad because Mum doesn't like it - I'll buy it anyway. Then I'll put it on when we get home and Mum will say 'That looks so much nicer on! I would have never have thought that top was worth buying, but it's actually really lovely, isn't it?'.&lt;br /&gt;So basically - my mother has NO eye when it comes to clothes, and she  judges things on how they look in shops which in many ways I judge her for, but then I take her opinion SO seriously on what I wear - it completely doesn't make any sense does it? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Especially when her sense of style is so questionable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I best get writing up notes for this essay, all the while wondering whether I should go get changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-3838866589881383986?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/3838866589881383986/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-3908329185073517413</id><published>2010-04-13T10:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:42:48.741+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Inky .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://prettyinky.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://prettyinky.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go there :)&lt;br /&gt;It's my tumblr site dedicated to tattoos I find and like on the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lot of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-3908329185073517413?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/3908329185073517413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=3908329185073517413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/3908329185073517413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/3908329185073517413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/04/pretty-inky.html' title='Pretty Inky .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-5814714376947283380</id><published>2010-04-10T16:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T16:07:16.389+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Wants'/><title type='text'>. buymebuymebuymebuyme .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=givenchystudheels.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/givenchystudheels.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Givenchy Studded Heels.&lt;br /&gt;Wowsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo from jakandjil blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-5814714376947283380?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-5192604120449402501</id><published>2010-04-10T08:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T09:06:05.182+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How time flies.</title><content type='html'>...When you're doing practically nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've been doing an average amount of stuff, socialising and sitting on the sofa mostly. However, an attempt at work has been included in the swamp of relative nothing-ness. Seriously worried about how behind I am. It's day 5 of week 2. I haven't even finished one essay yet, let alone two +revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bollocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the chocolate went down quickly and comfortably, I'm sure you're keen to hear - ate it all in about three days. I've been eating nothing but crap this holiday, actually. But I suppose it will all stop on April 26th when I go back to uni. I hope. Will it? I've still got loads of crisps and sweets and stuff left over from last term. It's not is it? Ah well !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really getting back into loving interiors and furniture again (sorry if this 'again' comes as a surprise - I don't remember telling you the first time). I love picking out hypothetical pieces of furniture for a hypothetical future living room/kitchen/bedroom/dining room/bathroom etc. Fun, fun, fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to New Look soon to go buy some stuff :) I want a trilby hat, sandals and some summery stuff. I got 25% off in my Grazia magazine so I'm gonna go wild.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allowing myself to buy any more DVDs until Avatar comes out, so they're off the table if I venture into other shops. Very sad indeed. I might just browse in HMV... you know...just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-5192604120449402501?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/5192604120449402501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=5192604120449402501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/5192604120449402501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/5192604120449402501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-time-flies.html' title='How time flies.'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-5897911176387600363</id><published>2010-03-31T23:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:11:09.874+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Chuuuuck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just watched Gossip Girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Shocking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Poor Chuck! As if that beautiful child hasn't got enough on his plate, his own mother makes a deal with his devil uncle and then runs away! Chuck-a-doodle-do is better without her fo sho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And isn't Nate a sweetheart? His likeness to the puppets in Team America has always put me off, but he's so sweet to Little J, it makes him attractive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Serena is a dull as wallpaper this season. I miss her with Dan - who is also piss-boring this season. What is god's name happened ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Bring back Serena's nemesis! What was her name? Victoria? Georgina ! That was it, Georgina - bring her back, she was brilliantly evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Originally, Dan Humphrey was my faaaave male character - I just loved his earthy hansome intelligence. After a while, Chuck got a serious amount of loving (when he started to fall in love with Blair). Nate's never ever had love, ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I think the couples should be like this;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dan + Serena &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Blair + Chuck &amp;hearts; (4eva n evaaa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Nate + Vanessa/Little J - I don't really care tbh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh, and as a passing thought - what the hell happened to Eric Van der Woodsen ? Did he disappear off the face of the planet ? Bring him back! Make him have a gay love affair with Nate! Hahaa. Quality television that would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=team_america.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/team_america.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Nate Archibald ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=74377_chace-crawford-as-nate-archib.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/74377_chace-crawford-as-nate-archib.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Gary from team America ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-5897911176387600363?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/5897911176387600363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=5897911176387600363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/5897911176387600363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/5897911176387600363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-chuuuuck.html' title='Oh Chuuuuck!'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-5237102230945071061</id><published>2010-03-31T14:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:03:48.537+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird dream.</title><content type='html'>Yes, you're getting a dream post. Why ? Because it's all sorts of cool and I feel the need to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically Heath Ledger was in it and it was pretty normal. I won loads of random dance competitions and at the end of receiving my little certificate thing, Heath and I went off to watch a play. Bizarre, yet unbelievably normal. That was it really. We chatted about tattoos and such - and I looked down, and I was covered in little, intricate tattoos that looked like stickers - cherry blossom leaves and birds, all across my arms and shoulders. I was really happy. Then I woke up because I could hear movement in the kitchen downstairs. I tried to get back into the dream but I absolutely couldn't. Another brief moment with the Ledger; short but sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it mean something when you dream about chatting with people who are dead?&lt;br /&gt;Often, it's hard to draw the line between dream and reality, but it's pretty clear that it was in your head when the person you talked to was dead. (Oo, rhyme).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some good news last night - my Finds Training module has been scheduled for 31st May -18th June, which means, quite frankly, that I will have a lovely long Summer. Second year doesn't start until mid-October, so I'll have pretty much 3 + 1/2 months off. Heaven. Doing lots of nothing hopefully :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-5237102230945071061?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/5237102230945071061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=5237102230945071061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/5237102230945071061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/5237102230945071061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/03/weird-dream.html' title='Weird dream.'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-7536226833491760090</id><published>2010-03-30T16:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:19:18.944+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's all start a blog!</title><content type='html'>..Because you know, we so want to be taken seriously as potential future journalists. Hey, why don't we just ramble on about how our parent's love lives annoy us and why don't we delve into our souls just for consumerism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a snidey bitch at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter so far has been lovely, apart from the over-hungover-ness and the annoying twang of guilt that I should be doing work AT ALL TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go for a Medium/Small Lindt Chocolate Easter Bunny, and a bag of Viennese Truffles from Thorntons for Easter. I normally don't care - but I'm getting gradually fatter so I might as well enjoy not fitting in clothes as comfortably as I used to. I need to quote Lily Allen here:&lt;br /&gt;"Now I'm not a saint, but I'm not a sinner; and it's all good as long as I'm getting thinner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pleased to say that I am over-exaggerating when i say that I don't fit in clothes any more - I do, but I'm just paranoid that I'm constantly putting on weight, and while that's not necessarily an issue of any strength - I don't want to be one of those 'large' girls. You know, the ones that aren't necessarily overweight by any means, but because they are tall and have curves, they instantly just come across as HUGE. I really don't want to be one of them. REALLY don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never be petite, because, let's face it, I'm 5ft9 - I'm automatically 'big', so having any excess weight just doesn't sit well on my mind, even though my frame can carry it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT, enough about weight. I'm getting another cup of coffee - my fourth cup today. Caffeine junky much ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-7536226833491760090?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/7536226833491760090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=7536226833491760090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/7536226833491760090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/7536226833491760090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-all-start-blog.html' title='Let&apos;s all start a blog!'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-3684634171560774084</id><published>2010-03-21T09:30:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:48:12.260Z</updated><title type='text'>LOOK AT THEM SHINE ♥</title><content type='html'>ONCE AGAIN MY SHINY LITTLE PHONE IS IN MY POSESSION !&lt;br /&gt;However, it wasn't easy to get a new little beauty. Here's my struggle... *cue opening credits*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Dad and I ordered a new Nokia 6700 Classic from a Chinese website (for full info as to why, read 'The Olde Ballad of the Lost Phone'). And it arrived Friday morning at home. However, Dad rang me to say that they'd sent a black one instead of a shiny silver one. Yeah, deeply frustrating. So he said he'd give them a bollocking and send it back.&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later, Mum rang me to say that phone was of really poor quality - it didn't feel real and the camera was awful alongside other descriptions which implied that the phone wasn't up to standard. So she suggested that we start looking for one online, so we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day (yesterday, Saturday), Dad texts me suggesting that I just buy one from town. So I research online, but for what I wanted, it looked like I was about to be paying well over £200. However, Dad phoned up the phone company and asked if my contract sim could be used in a pay-as-you-go phone - which it could - which meant that I could buy a pay-as-you-go phone for much cheaper :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I popped into town and picked up the shiny little beauty for £159.99. The best thing about the price is that my parents very kindly payed for half of it :) So it only really cost me £80, which is only £20 more expensive than the knock-off Nigel one from China. DONE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the previous self-suggestion that I name the phone Luna is dead - it doesn't feel right. The phone shall remain nameless for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I hope to do now is as follows; During my reading week, Dad mentioned something along the lines of 'If you fancied using the Internet/emails on your phone, I could call up and arrange that into your contract if you'd like'. So I might take him up on the offer this Easter - however, I'd like it to be cheap - Parents are currently paying £12.50 for my contract a month, the addition of Internet/emails on it could bump it up to £17.50, but I'm hoping Dad can do a deal and get it all inclusive for £15 a month. He HAS been with Vodafone since the mid 90s. He's a loyal customer, he deserves it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, my phone is so shiny and gorgeous and makes little noises and is generally stupendous. I love you Nokia 6700 Classic in Silver. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-3684634171560774084?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/3684634171560774084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=3684634171560774084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/3684634171560774084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/3684634171560774084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/03/look-at-them-shine.html' title='LOOK AT THEM SHINE &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-7136604510817995966</id><published>2010-03-19T17:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T17:13:15.517Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Review'/><title type='text'>Plastic Beach .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Plastic Beach - Gorillaz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a definite addiction to this album. An absolute, troublesome addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, Demon Days was a bit easier to get into, what with its' instant hits in singles such as 'Dirty Harry', 'Dare' and 'Feel Good Inc.'&lt;br /&gt;Plastic Beach takes on the idea of the world after the apocalpse of Demon Days and what's left to focus on in the world. It's much more chilled out and relaxed, with the odd bit of rapping to shake things up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Upon first hearing, I didn't really care for this album too much - I think it was Snoop Dogg on the second track - not something you expect nor want on a Gorillaz album. However, after a little while and a second listening, I couldn't help but fall madly in love with it. It's so easy to listen to, and flows effortlessly together.&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked how quickly I had all the songs stuck in my head alongside the Gaga and Beirut ones that I've not been able to get out for months now. This was after merely a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually mesmerising to listen to. It's innocent, yet so severe at the same time - the songs are almost impossible to analyse, and I kind of like that quirkyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of quirkyness, there are some insane songs on this album. Literally, insane. It's almost like they decided early on that they wanted a 16 track album, and then regretted it half way through and decided to make some that are so silly, such as Superfast Jellyfish, alongside ones that in my opinion, don't sound like they belong on the album: such as Sweetstakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from those minor blips, the album is marvelous, and goes on nicely from Demon Days although I'd like to announce that in terms of ranking, that both Demon Days and Plastic are about even on the scale. - Both get a 9/10 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-7136604510817995966?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/7136604510817995966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=7136604510817995966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/7136604510817995966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/7136604510817995966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/03/plastic-beach.html' title='Plastic Beach .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-1781302169604656737</id><published>2010-03-19T16:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T17:00:10.441Z</updated><title type='text'>So.</title><content type='html'>Not long now until I have a month off for Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I plan to eat chocolate and get fat and watch films and not care about the dire consequences (failure of both heart and degree). Yes, indeedy. It's happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I watched the finale of the current series of Skins this morning. Erm ? .... Well at least that series is finished eh ? We can move on to a whole new cast of characters and even further fulfill the need to destroy everything the title 'Skins' worked so hard for in the first two series. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freddy was murdered, Effy is still a mental case, JJ is now supposedly a step-father to his girlfriend's baby, Panda &amp;amp; Thomas are going to run into the sunset at Harvard (how? They must really take sports seriously to take Thomas with NO qualifications and NO Visa), the lesbians are back on, the other twin is still infertile, and Cook ? Well Cook's a villain on the run who we are supposed to believe killed a psychiatrist with his bare hands against the true murdering force of a baseball bat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give up. Shit shit shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they start a new series with Karen as the main character I will completely stop watching. (Well, I'll obviously have to watch the first episode to inspect the quality, but it will probably be shit. Probably).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450390596963684050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S6OtXtsmTtI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/O1CXQBaR5mE/s400/tumblr_kqccyaE4kI1qzu292o1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Old Cast of Skins. &lt;s&gt;Good Riddance&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-1781302169604656737?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/1781302169604656737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=1781302169604656737' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1781302169604656737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1781302169604656737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/03/so.html' title='So.'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxb2CrhGgi4/S6OtXtsmTtI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/O1CXQBaR5mE/s72-c/tumblr_kqccyaE4kI1qzu292o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351433195295090350.post-3572877238846627061</id><published>2010-03-15T13:20:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-15T13:38:21.980Z</updated><title type='text'>Why Primark on a Sunday afternoon is heaven;</title><content type='html'>1. Because it is less busy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Due to less people, workers can actually work and tidy things up so it doesn't look like a jumble sale.&lt;br /&gt;3. Because the ques take about 1-3mins tops to get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, go to Primark late on a Sunday afternoon (I went about 4.30). When I had a quick peek in on Monday a couple of weeks back it was heaving. Trust me, Sunday's the key ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Primark I bought some pyjamas (because my current ones are dirty and I don't have enough laundry to justify the £2.20 wash, then the £1 dry.) some slippers (uber comfy and snuggly) a swimming cosy (my thighs are huge and cellulite-y in it, but I'm thinking that after a few times being put to use, that this may not be as much of an issue ? Wishful thinking ?) and some bangles. Only came to £19 in total. Bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I also bought some more shampoo, a Grazia magazine, lunch at EAT (ham&amp;amp;cheese panini of course &amp;hearts;) and Billy Elliot on DVD. OH, and two MEGA boxes of tissues - this cold is full on taking the Michael now. How is it possible that I have so much snot in my head ? Seriously ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note, I'm concerned that I'm starting with Sinusitis again. The colour of my mucus is severely discoloured (mostly a sort of army khaki colour, but can occasionally be orange), and I'm experiencing occasional twinges of pain from my sinuses on the top of my cheeks, under my eye. However, symptoms are no where near as bad as last time (no fever, dizziness etc), so I'm thinking that I'm a hypochondriac who needs to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;However, I was given antibiotics for my Sinusitis last time, and apparently it can come back afterwards if you take antibiotics. Concerning to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was a lovely day, came back from town to find a full house (it had been just me and one other flatmate who I don't talk to terribly often), so that was nice, had a quick chat. Then had a very social dinner with everyone in the lounge watching Jumanji. Then I had an hour and half phone conversation with my BFF from home, then I downloaded Gorillaz new album, Plastic Beach (which is BIZARRE, by the way, more on that to come), then I had a shower, got into my new jim-jams from Primark and went to bed. Heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I spent a couple of hours making a whopping camouflage on my notice board. It makes the room look so much cleaner having a focal point and not just pictures dotted around everywhere. Plus, I needed some room for my revision notes, that I still yet to begin, by my desk - so I just consolidated everything onto my notice board. I'm far too organised to need a notice board anyway. I have the memory of an elephant :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this has been a nice ramble, however I do have work to do and websites to browse, so if you'll excuse me ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-3572877238846627061?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/3572877238846627061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=3572877238846627061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/3572877238846627061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/3572877238846627061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-primark-on-sunday-afternoon-is.html' title='Why Primark on a Sunday afternoon is heaven;'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-7548774238641903782</id><published>2010-03-11T19:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-11T19:09:42.573Z</updated><title type='text'>WS2</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have never seen the first film, and have no intention &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;because Shia's not in it&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but doesn't Wall Street 2 look pretty good ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wall-street-2-preview-poster1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/wall-street-2-preview-poster1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED this poster in my room. Don't ask why.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (&lt;/s&gt;Shia&lt;/s&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; There's no real reason why, to be honest &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;s&gt;Shia&lt;/s&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; it just looks like a damn awesome film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and Shia LaBeouf is in it, which I suppose, makes the film seem a bit cooler .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-7548774238641903782?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/7548774238641903782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=7548774238641903782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/7548774238641903782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/7548774238641903782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/03/ws2.html' title='WS2'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-6480349510487026492</id><published>2010-03-08T09:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-08T09:24:02.240Z</updated><title type='text'>Gaga Oo La La .</title><content type='html'>The Lady Gaga concert was epic. It was so fabulous, I can't even describe it to you.&lt;br /&gt;I got a tee shirt which basically has her in a dark wig on the front, and all the tour destinations on the back. Very cool. I've worn it every day since :)&lt;br /&gt;I might give it a miss today, to avoid it smelling- ha! Nah, it doesn't smell, but I think three days straight might be pushing it smelling fresh any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm home for the weekend, I'm actually typing on my Dad's little mini laptop that he got for his birthday yesterday. It's so neat, and small, and adorable- yet perfectly usable. Love it I want one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably talk a bit more bout Gaga tomorrow - I feel a bit naughty using this machine to blog (Dad's at work and has no idea I'm on it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until tomorrow !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OH, Gossip Girl starts back up soon! WAHHH ! XOXO)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-6480349510487026492?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/6480349510487026492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=6480349510487026492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/6480349510487026492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/6480349510487026492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/03/gaga-oo-la-la.html' title='Gaga Oo La La .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-5437007585939026449</id><published>2010-03-04T16:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:40:34.120Z</updated><title type='text'>Music lusts of late;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hearing Damage - Thom Yorke.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, so I heard this in New Moon during the point where Victoria gets chased by the wolves. Ooo, wolves! Anyway - this song was just so wonderfully dire. It's like, nothing happens, but it is worth it for the ride. It's kind of electro and alternative. I love it. It makes me think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Winner Is - Mychael Danna.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's from the soundtrack to 'Little Miss Sunshine' - purely instrumental, absolutely gorgeous. One of my favourite pieces of music that I have ever heard. It's constantly on repeat, sweet, sad, moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heads Will Roll - Yeah Yeah Yeahs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's such a tuuuune. Great for clubs, or just prancing around in your bedroom. 'Dance dance dance till you're dead...' Brilliant song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Sunday Smile - Beirut.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beirut is my favourite band of all time. Of ALL TIME. I prefer them to the whole genre of hip-hop or the chicago soundtrack. I absolutely ♥ Beirut. This song isn't one of the best from them, but any song that features the words 'my dear' are instantly heart-melting; such as Snow Patrol's 'Run'. Leona Lewis's version was redundant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memories - David Guetta ft. Kid Cudi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kid Cudi's album 'Man on the Moon' was possibly one of my favourites from 2009. This song didn't feature, but what I'm basically saying is that I love Kid Cudi, and this song is brilliant again for a club or just rocking it solo. Great beat, and Cudi's smooth lyrics over the top; weeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-5437007585939026449?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/5437007585939026449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=5437007585939026449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/5437007585939026449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/5437007585939026449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/03/music-lusts-of-late.html' title='Music lusts of late;'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-4093183943267290207</id><published>2010-03-04T16:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:29:09.345Z</updated><title type='text'>Bad Taste .</title><content type='html'>Okay, so for about 18 months, okay - a year, I've found Robert Pattinson physically unappealing. Yes, seriously, shock horror right ?&lt;br /&gt;I think part of the reason is how it's difficult to find someone who doesn't find him attractive, and so I aim to be that needle in the haystack. Also, he's like a skinny little &lt;s&gt;pretty&lt;/s&gt; boy who doesn't wash. I can't be doing with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point of the post is the fact that recently, I've been finding him easier on the eye - for example, I watched an interview with him on Perez Hilton this morning, and I didn't cringe, or want to quickly scroll past it - I stopped, and enjoyed him being on the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My taste is not changing in anyway, I must assure you - I'm still firmly Team Jacob - it's just maybe RPatz isn't as repulsive as I started believing he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously if it was between him and Shia LaBeouf, Beefy would win hands down.... but I would have to ponder..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-4093183943267290207?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/4093183943267290207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=4093183943267290207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/4093183943267290207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/4093183943267290207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/03/bad-taste.html' title='Bad Taste .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-3179735477463006529</id><published>2010-03-03T21:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:38:51.743Z</updated><title type='text'>The Prettiest Tattoo .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_kymk721z6L1qzabkfo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/tumblr_kymk721z6L1qzabkfo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even people who aren't fans of tattoos should find it hard to deny the blatant beauty of this one. Absolutely gorgeous. I found this one on fuckyeahtattoos.tumblr.com .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pondering over tattoo ideas. Right now I'm thinking that I want the word 'Soar' in white ink under my left breast, on the ribcage. I'm also thinking about a hamsa in white ink on the back of my neck just under my hairline. Obviously these are still just ponderings.. I also want crazy things like elephants and seahorses and regular horses and lyrics and poems and words and designs... maybe nothing ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-3179735477463006529?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/3179735477463006529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=3179735477463006529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/3179735477463006529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/3179735477463006529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/03/prettiest-tattoo.html' title='The Prettiest Tattoo .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-3293970909034293438</id><published>2010-03-01T18:01:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-01T18:17:23.451Z</updated><title type='text'>The Olde Ballad of the Lost/Stolen phone .</title><content type='html'>As promised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with a mime costume....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was a moderately chilly Thursday, and four mimes ventured out into the night, wearing white tops, black trousers, braces and gloves - oh what a sight ! (I can't be bothered to rhyme anymore).&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I had my beautiful shiny Nokia 6700 Classic from the start of Uni because it came free with my contract - it was absolutely gorgeous. I had it out a lot during the night in the club - texting my friends to ask where they were, etc. Sometime during the night out I took off my mime gloves and hastily stuffed them in my bag. We all went the the bar and I went in my bag and tahdahhh! My phone wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;I basically went a little bit crazy for 24 hours, constantly searching for it, phoning the club etc (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;crying a lot&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; no luck.&lt;br /&gt;I've never lost anything like that before in my life. I ALWAYS keep one hand on my bag just in case... I never thought I'd have the audacity to lose it on my own merit. We know that it was picked up from the floor and taken because of the phone calls/texts on my phone made after I lost it. Luckily, we weren't charged for these uses and the sim was blocked in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I've ordered the same design of phone from a, erm, Chinese website, and am now hastily awaiting it's arrival. Since I lost my phone, I've been using my old one, which my parents somehow managed to send to me the very next day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a rocky road, but hopefully I will be reunited with my pretty little phone (Chinese model) again soon. I think I will name her Luna. ( I didn't have my previous phone long enough to come up with a name. RIP. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-3293970909034293438?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/3293970909034293438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=3293970909034293438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/3293970909034293438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/3293970909034293438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/03/olde-ballad-of-loststolen-phone.html' title='The Olde Ballad of the Lost/Stolen phone .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-794419652076078841</id><published>2010-03-01T17:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:48:30.639Z</updated><title type='text'>Exciting stuff.</title><content type='html'>Many exciting things are lined up/have happened to me recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; My beloved Daddy bought my Mummy and I tickets to see the one, the only, magnificent LADY GAGA on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHHHHAHAHAHHAHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHHHHHH !!!! &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt; - amAAAAzeballs. (Sorry Perez Hilton to steal your word, but it's so appropriate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;/strong&gt;I bought Anastasia &amp;amp; Holes today from HMV. I was in a childish film mood, and they WERE only £3 each. Bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Johnny Depp (&amp;amp; Timmy Burton) were on Friday Night with Jonathon Ross on, err.. Friday night and Johnny Depp is so wonderfully weird. Just how I imagined him - and his voice is basically Cpt. Jack Sparrow but American. LOVE IT. Timmy Tim Tim's American too, which is weird because I was always under the illusion that he was British - probably because Helena Bonham Carter is British, and they art betrothed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Vintage Fair on Saturday. I'm very tempted to give this a miss and just go straight home after LADY GAGA (woo!!) on Friday night, but I think I should go be sociable and invest in old things I don't need but will definitely require to stare at occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;. My new phone is arriving soon ! During my appalling neglect of this blog, I completely forgot to tell you The Olde Ballad of the Lost/Stolen Phone. I'll post all about it a wee mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think that that is it. Not bad eh ? Seriously - LADY GAGA, FOUR DAYS ! WAH !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-794419652076078841?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/794419652076078841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=794419652076078841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/794419652076078841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/794419652076078841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/03/exciting-stuff.html' title='Exciting stuff.'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-5552923921499518236</id><published>2010-02-28T15:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-28T16:10:58.897Z</updated><title type='text'>There comes a time in every girls life..</title><content type='html'>Where they go a little bit crazy in Topshop.&lt;br /&gt;Deciding that I had literally bucket loads of money in grants and loans and stuff coming into my account, I went and bought approximately £120 worth of stuff on myself. £120. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;£120. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I must insist that it wasn't all spent in Topshop, but a good £80 worth was. - I only bought 4 items. Crazy. I bought a denim shirt, a gorgeous tan butter-soft messenger bag/satchel and two simple jersey dresses, on in a denimy-grey, the other in bold coral. Brilliant items that will get a lot of usage, but my word are they dear (as in expensive, not sweet).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also popped into Game and bought Superbad + The Dark Knight as films for my PSP, and a game for my PSP - totalling around £25.&lt;br /&gt;I then popped into the Perfume Shop and collected an Anna Sui fragrance 'Dolly Girl' for only £12.50.&lt;br /&gt;I also had a quick £6 shop in Bodycare picking up some toiletries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never spent more on myself in a single shopping trip in my life. Although I do feel kind of good about it. I doubt I'll ever spend this much on myself in one go again - just a bit of fun.&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't all selfish, I also picked up a pressie for my Dad for his birthday next Sunday. However, I need to go back into town tomorrow because I need to buy a card and wrapping paper, and also exchange The Dark Knight from Game for a box that actually contains the disc - moron shop worker. Will I resist the temptations of Topshop tomorrow? I hope so. Although I am tempted to buy another bottle of Anna Sui - it's only a 50ml bottle, and it IS only £12.50.&lt;br /&gt;Jeez.... what's happened to me ? Wish me luck in defeating tomorrow's temptations !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture1-3.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/Picture1-3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture2.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/Picture2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture3.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/Picture3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture4.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/Picture4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The items I bought in Topshop yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-5552923921499518236?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/5552923921499518236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=5552923921499518236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/5552923921499518236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/5552923921499518236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/02/there-comes-time-in-every-girls-life.html' title='There comes a time in every girls life..'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-9010390458771209107</id><published>2010-02-24T19:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:25:12.750Z</updated><title type='text'>Why Dakota Fanning is amazing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dfanning_italy_vogue_1e__oPt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/dfanning_italy_vogue_1e__oPt.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dfanning_italy_vogue_6e__oPt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/dfanning_italy_vogue_6e__oPt.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How gorgeous does she look in this shoot ? I'm absolutely worshipping the darkened eyebrows - it's possibly one of the simplest things to do to completely change up a look. I love playing around with my eyebrows with a kohl pencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just patiently waiting for my Tesco Delivery. Hope it arrives soon, then I can try out one of my work-out DVDs, have a shower and then get in bed with a film and a lemon+ginger tea. :)&lt;br /&gt;What should I watch I wonder... Recently I've been buying every DVD in existence, so I have a lot to ponder... Zoolander maybe? Haha. Not seen that one for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned up an Anglo-Saxon sheep/goat jaw today. Bloody RAZOR sharp teeth, despite being over 2000 years old. (Approx date 9-10AD) Boy do I love my course. Learned some fascinating stuff about the Romans today. I really enjoyed learning about Augustus. He was pretty much the Roman Ramesses II; had a ridiculously long reign and showed how amazing he was by building whopping buildings. Legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just had a coffee which I haven't had for about 9 months. I really enjoyed it actually - black with 2 sweeteners. Maybe my taste-buds are adapting ? I hope so, I'm getting bored of being fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now folks !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-9010390458771209107?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/9010390458771209107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=9010390458771209107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/9010390458771209107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/9010390458771209107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-dakota-fanning-is-amazing.html' title='Why Dakota Fanning is amazing.'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-7264668212405995862</id><published>2010-02-23T21:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-23T21:15:50.597Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary-Kate Olsen'/><title type='text'>Dayuum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2hsb0cy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/2hsb0cy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best I've seen MK look for a while. For a moment back there, I was concerned that Ashley would have to take the 'favourite Olsen' crown. Just look at how gorgeous her face is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-7264668212405995862?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/7264668212405995862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=7264668212405995862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/7264668212405995862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/7264668212405995862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/02/dayuum.html' title='Dayuum.'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-9074776104375611647</id><published>2010-02-22T15:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-22T16:02:23.604Z</updated><title type='text'>BAFTAs.</title><content type='html'>YES.&lt;br /&gt;How on earth did boring Ginny pull snowy Caius ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BAFTA-2010-bonnie-wright-10543018-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/BAFTA-2010-bonnie-wright-10543018-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BAFTA-2010-bonnie-wright-10543026-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/BAFTA-2010-bonnie-wright-10543026-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how tricky it is to find a half decent photo of Bonnie Wright at this event, her mouth is always so awkward. (/bitch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the annoying girlish pretty boys, Jamie Campbell Bower is my favourite. He's like a re-incarnation of River Phoenix, isn't he ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-9074776104375611647?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/9074776104375611647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=9074776104375611647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/9074776104375611647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/9074776104375611647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/02/baftas.html' title='BAFTAs.'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-1448745524203539115</id><published>2010-02-18T19:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:56:17.607Z</updated><title type='text'>I don't post anymore, do I?</title><content type='html'>Please bare with me, this hiatus soon shall pass . &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-1448745524203539115?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/1448745524203539115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=1448745524203539115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1448745524203539115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1448745524203539115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-post-anymore-do-i.html' title='I don&apos;t post anymore, do I?'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-3490901091690000581</id><published>2009-12-22T09:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:27:25.143Z</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope everyone has a lovely week !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=funny-pictures-cat-is-angry.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/funny-pictures-cat-is-angry.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-3490901091690000581?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/3490901091690000581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=3490901091690000581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/3490901091690000581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/3490901091690000581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-2388806914299144951</id><published>2009-12-14T11:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:39:24.566Z</updated><title type='text'>What a week.</title><content type='html'>What with the pressure of Christmas around the corner, alongside 2 assessed essays due in in January, I most certainly did NOT need what happened this week. A massive bust up with my flatmate Sam made me want to move out permanently. When my parents picked me up on Friday, they proceeded straight into the kitchen and made sure this Sam knew exactly what was on their mind.&lt;br /&gt;V.Scary stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm home for Christmas now. Don't have to worry about Sam for a whole month. Still have to worry about these essays, though. ARGH, where does it end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xfactor finished last night, revealing Joe as it's champion. Well done Joe, you were far better than Olly, and hopefully time will help create a true pop star out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So badly looking forward to Wednesday's Royal Variety Performance. Hello DIVERSITY&amp;hearts;, Lady Gaga + Peter Kay. Yey, yey, yey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should really attempt to crack on with this essay, now. In a minute. Later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-2388806914299144951?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/2388806914299144951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=2388806914299144951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/2388806914299144951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/2388806914299144951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-week.html' title='What a week.'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-5972480507246722137</id><published>2009-12-04T20:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:30:53.912Z</updated><title type='text'>Eleven .</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;11 Of my favourite things right now;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My new rosary necklace&lt;/strong&gt;. I ordered it from La Dama and it came today - it's red, hand woven and beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Akhenaten and the Amarna Period.&lt;/strong&gt; The original controversy causer, you know, before Princess Diana... and Sachsgate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My advent calendar. &lt;/strong&gt;I don't recall ever having had a Dairy Milk one before - it's lovely to have nice tasting chocolate daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My 'Sims' girl. &lt;/strong&gt;So I made this girl on Sims 2 who sleeps with every person who walks past her door. It's fun hypocritically living a life I judge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Maybe Tomorrow' by Stereophonics . &lt;/strong&gt;It's possibly my favourite song right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The comfort the word 'Jacob' brings in Eclipse.  &lt;/strong&gt;The focus is back on Edward+Bella and impending doom right now. I hate it. Just kill Edward and be done with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mikey Rupert Darcy. &lt;/strong&gt;I feel like I've gone back in time when I hold this bear - like it's just me and him against the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Late night cheese rolls.&lt;/strong&gt; They're brilliant, filling and more than likely not the best thing to be eating at ten o'clock at night; perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The alarm on my phone.&lt;/strong&gt; It does a much better job at waking me up than my actual alarm clock does - I'm going to have to set it louder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vaseline. &lt;/strong&gt;I put it on my face before I go to sleep and wake up with a smooth, soft complexion. Miracle stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Horses. &lt;/strong&gt;Why are they so beautiful ? Why ? Donkeys, okapis + zebras will never compare to the simple beauty the horse brings. (Although I've always wanted a donkey since Tots TV.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-5972480507246722137?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/5972480507246722137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=5972480507246722137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/5972480507246722137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/5972480507246722137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2009/12/eleven.html' title='Eleven .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-701472815563393608</id><published>2009-11-30T18:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:55:20.190Z</updated><title type='text'>Aaaand drool .</title><content type='html'>The Jacob Black in my head is waaaay hotter in the face, but boy - does Taylor Lautner make an effort to fill the gap !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=d31054160-31054161-large__oPt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/d31054160-31054161-large__oPt.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-701472815563393608?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/701472815563393608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=701472815563393608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/701472815563393608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/701472815563393608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2009/11/aaaand-drool.html' title='Aaaand drool .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-4521102833660103248</id><published>2009-11-30T18:29:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:48:30.401Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangin&apos; Tunes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Names'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Wants'/><title type='text'>An everything post;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EAT - The name of the cute little eatery I had lunch in with my mother a week or so ago, and also had lunch in today by myself, as a break from the Christmas shopping. Cheese &amp;amp; Ham paninis, my absolute weakness in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm loading Superbad online to watch with tea in half an hour. I love Judd Apatow movies, and I've heard this one's good. I also need to see Anchorman. Other than that I'm all set with Apatow. Seth Rogen (another weakness), Jonah Hill, Jason Segel &amp;amp; Paul Rudd are basically my favourite ensemble ever. All movies should feature them. I bet they would even make Transformers II more enjoyable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Literally did ALL of my Christmas shopping today. Only need to get the other part of Daddy's present and the BFF's present and we're good to go, Batman !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry this is such a rubbish post. I'm waiting for a film to load, all the while contemplating dinner and worrying about the fact that I haven't started either of the two essays I need to do yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Names I love currently are; Radha Fern, Saoirse Lilac, Alba Frances, Olive Jemima &amp;amp; Mina Clémence. Male names are; Sacha James, Calum Ashley Wolfram &amp;amp; Tadhg Rupert John. Very pleased to have some girl names I love once again. (Radha, I'm talking to YOU) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Music loves currently include lots of musicals - probably the influence of my flatmate, Emily. Moulin Rouge is a major love of late. I'm also infatuated with a song from Jay-Z's latest album, the track's called 'So Ambitious' and it's feat. Pharrell Williams. Very good, with such good lyrics from every angle. I completely understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fashion loves pretty much go like this, ahem, ZARAZARAZARAZARAZARA♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why does EVERYTHING in their online store appeal ? I just spent £60 on presents for other people, no way can I afford anything in Zara, although I am unbelievably tempted to buy a special, silk, long-sleeved top with an intricate pattern including a horse's face. It's £49.99, so it's be a rare gift to myself. Man am I tempted. I'll try it on next week and see what I think. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a ramble. I do apologise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-4521102833660103248?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/4521102833660103248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=4521102833660103248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/4521102833660103248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/4521102833660103248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2009/11/everything-post.html' title='An everything post;'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-7094902271556340371</id><published>2009-11-23T12:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:14:05.597Z</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P</title><content type='html'>Daul Kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sleep well you beautiful thing .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1503-500w.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/1503-500w.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-7094902271556340371?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/7094902271556340371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=7094902271556340371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/7094902271556340371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/7094902271556340371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2009/11/rip.html' title='R.I.P'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-7705109947915302366</id><published>2009-11-22T18:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:23:49.833Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crushin&apos;'/><title type='text'>EC Versus JB .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Please bare in mind that this has been written with evidence from Twilght, New Moon and the first quarter of Eclipse. I have no idea what happens later on in Eclipse, let alone Breaking Dawn - but these are my interpretations so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Several reasons why I hate Edward Cullen.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He is ice cold ALL the time.&lt;br /&gt;2. He can't be very huggable, and therefore definitely not snuggable.&lt;br /&gt;3. He insists on hardly saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;4. He can read your mind.&lt;br /&gt;5. He &lt;strong&gt;left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;6. He hates werewolves.&lt;br /&gt;7. He hates Jacob Black.&lt;br /&gt;8. He's ALWAYS there, lurking. Perv.&lt;br /&gt;9. He's a complete control freak.&lt;br /&gt;10. He assumes Bella always wants him in her bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;11. He sparkles like a My Little Pony.&lt;br /&gt;12. He always says the same lines, over and over again. "I need you. Be careful Bella. You'll get hurt" YAWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And several reasons why I love Jacob Black.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Because he is always 108 degrees warm.&lt;br /&gt;2. Because he has a personality.&lt;br /&gt;3. Because he genuinely loves Bella - he doesn't just fancy her blood.&lt;br /&gt;4. Because he's tall.&lt;br /&gt;5. Because he's all muscly and broad.&lt;br /&gt;6. Because he broke the treaty several times for Bella.&lt;br /&gt;7. Because he hates &lt;s&gt;bloodsuckers&lt;/s&gt; vampires.&lt;br /&gt;8. Because he hates Edward Cullen.&lt;br /&gt;9. Because he's all dirty and good with mechanics.&lt;br /&gt;10. Because he's a werewolf.&lt;br /&gt;11. Because imprinting sounds like fun.&lt;br /&gt;12. Because he's &lt;strong&gt;safe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-7705109947915302366?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/7705109947915302366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=7705109947915302366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/7705109947915302366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/7705109947915302366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2009/11/ec-versus-jb.html' title='EC Versus JB .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-1388710186372660955</id><published>2009-11-18T16:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:01:48.912Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crushin&apos;'/><title type='text'>YES !</title><content type='html'>Take that Robsessed tweens !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;current=johnny-depp__oPt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/johnny-depp__oPt.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Deppster's still got it !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-1388710186372660955?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/1388710186372660955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=1388710186372660955' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1388710186372660955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1388710186372660955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2009/11/yes.html' title='YES !'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-8679980522811254534</id><published>2009-11-17T12:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:43:40.206Z</updated><title type='text'>When you hold this woven band..</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;I've just bought this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_3265.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/DSC_3265.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this;&lt;br /&gt;http://ladama.bigcartel.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laverly. Cheap and cheerful. Can't wait for it to arrive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-8679980522811254534?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/8679980522811254534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=8679980522811254534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/8679980522811254534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/8679980522811254534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-you-hold-this-woven-band.html' title='When you hold this woven band..'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-2147019544510981958</id><published>2009-11-17T10:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:32:36.083Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattoos'/><title type='text'>Hamsa.</title><content type='html'>I want this Hamsa tattoo on the guy's little finger.&lt;br /&gt;It's simplicity, it's shape. It's adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;current=economistFH000022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/economistFH000022.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks really sweet on the little finger, as well - but I know now for a fact that I would not get it on my finger. Placement in still uncertain right now. But 'aint it cute ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-2147019544510981958?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/2147019544510981958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=2147019544510981958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/2147019544510981958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/2147019544510981958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2009/11/hamsa.html' title='Hamsa.'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-6015749528675494601</id><published>2009-11-17T10:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:28:49.455Z</updated><title type='text'>New Moon in LA.</title><content type='html'>Some of my faves from the New Moon LA premiere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dakota Fanning .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;current=article-1228485-073E652E000005DC-77.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/article-1228485-073E652E000005DC-77.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous in Valentino. What a beautiful little lady she's turned out to be. Normally child actors get a bit mis-shapen and sort of grow out of their cuteness, ending up looking just plain weird (just look at Macaulay Culkin). But Dakota's just as lovely-looking as she was in War of the Worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noot Seear . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;current=article-1228485-073EB710000005DC-26.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/article-1228485-073EB710000005DC-26.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking dapper in a colourful dress. She'll be in everything soon - just watch this space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Lautner &amp; Kristen Stewart .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;current=article-0-073E54CD000005DC-517_468x.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/article-0-073E54CD000005DC-517_468x.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUUUTE &amp;hearts; And Kristen Stewart is smiling. Cannot believe my eyes. &lt;s&gt;Jacob&lt;/S&gt; Taylor looks smart and dashing as always - another child actor who has turned out well. (He was the one with impeccably white teeth in Cheaper by the Dozen 2. No, I didn't enjoy the film either.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-6015749528675494601?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/6015749528675494601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=6015749528675494601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/6015749528675494601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/6015749528675494601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon-in-la.html' title='New Moon in LA.'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-365399379307305183</id><published>2009-11-14T15:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-14T15:58:03.674Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crushin&apos;'/><title type='text'>I'm lazy.</title><content type='html'>Yet, with 5 essays due in soon, I think I can afford to be in terms of being a BAD BLOGGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm a published journalist. Oh yeah. Did I not mention that ?&lt;br /&gt;http://www.redbrickonline.co.uk/lifestyle/catwalk-twilight-trends/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into the Student Newspaper, yey, yey ! But that was last week, this week I'm way too busy to even contemplate writing for it. Maybe next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Twilight - New Moon comes out on the 20th. Im so Team Jacob it's physically unbelievable. JAYYYYYCUB. Woopdedoop. Who wants a pretty boy when you can have a wolf ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm majorly tempted to buy this t-shirt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;current=281524055v5_480x480_Front_Color-Red.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/281524055v5_480x480_Front_Color-Red.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there were the obvious 'I &amp;hearts; JB' and the too twi-hard 'TEAM JACOB' t-shirts and hoodies, but this one is discreet, yet blatantly obvious to a Twilight fan. Niiice. Should I? I'd definitely get it in red -in time for Christmas ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-365399379307305183?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/365399379307305183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=365399379307305183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/365399379307305183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/365399379307305183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-lazy.html' title='I&apos;m lazy.'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-7314685849372401757</id><published>2009-11-02T22:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:38:58.736Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Names'/><title type='text'>Current name fancies .</title><content type='html'>1. Rupert John. (m - duhh)&lt;br /&gt;You can blame Family Guy for this. "Rooooopert. Where IS he ? It's not like him to go wandering off." Oh Stewie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Radha. (f)&lt;br /&gt;It really bugs me that this is pronounced the same as major drama school RADA, however, I got overpowered today by its simple beauty. Ignoring the association, it's a pleasure to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tamar. (f)&lt;br /&gt;I pronounce it TAY-mahr, but it can also be pronounced tah-MAHR. Not sure what it is about this one, it just struck me randomly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Calum Ashley Wolfram. (m)&lt;br /&gt;MMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm - that is all I can say. Scrumdiddlyumptious. And also more than likely pretentious - wish I cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-7314685849372401757?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/7314685849372401757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=7314685849372401757' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/7314685849372401757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/7314685849372401757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2009/11/current-name-fancies.html' title='Current name fancies .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-1110067334907901679</id><published>2009-11-02T22:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:29:37.916Z</updated><title type='text'>Time for a catch-up .</title><content type='html'>I nicked this idea from a blog stalk over at http://thebellelumiere.net/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01 Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: Content. I'm really loving my life currently, and am so glad I made the choices I did. I set myself rules and see how I stick to them. I'm learning that my willpower is much stronger than I imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02 Best thing about this week:&lt;/strong&gt; Reading week ! Basically we get given a week of no lectures to catch up and do some actual work. So far it's working pretty well; I've copied up all my notes from scribbles to actual readable documents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03 Last movie I saw:&lt;/strong&gt; The Business; it's a crazy British gangster film about drugs. Seen it all before - pretty boring really. My favourite gangster film is Snatch. Hello pikey Brad Pitt ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04 What I’m reading:&lt;/strong&gt; NEW MOON. I'm on Chapter 3 and I'm hooked already. Hoping to have it finished before the film. Need to hop on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05 Makeup lust:&lt;/strong&gt; Dior Diorskin Forever foundation in 'medium beige'. It's on my christmas list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06 Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Kid Cudi's album. It's amazingly easy to listen to. Lovely melodies and catchy choruses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07 Skincare Lust:&lt;/strong&gt; I do not lust after anything in the skincare department. Maybe some black-head strips ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08 Haircare Lust:&lt;/strong&gt; I could do with some hairspray, I suppose. OH and shamp+cond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09 Current obsession:&lt;/strong&gt; CREATING AMAZING DINNERS FROM SCRATCH. Tonight it was home-made egg fried rice with chicken and peas. I am so proud of myself. Seriously. Too smug to be true. (This is coming from a girl who classed adding boiling water to pasta and placing it on a hob as cooking, trust me - I'm excelling in my new environment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Aim for this week:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;S&gt;Start&lt;/S&gt; Finish my essay and stay under £30. [I spent £90 last week, unbelievable.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you've all learned something, hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-1110067334907901679?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/1110067334907901679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=1110067334907901679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1110067334907901679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1110067334907901679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-for-catch-up.html' title='Time for a catch-up .'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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-6351433195295090350.post-1665721276354302349</id><published>2009-11-01T22:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:03:52.717Z</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>Why Katy Perry is my hero;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_6696.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/IMG_6696.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7819.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q1/rachaelpountley/IMG_7819.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please get married, and have lots of ambiguous sexually-orientated, screwed-up children. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ OH, and hello November, dear .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351433195295090350-1665721276354302349?l=isatoubee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/feeds/1665721276354302349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351433195295090350&amp;postID=1665721276354302349' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1665721276354302349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351433195295090350/posts/default/1665721276354302349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isatoubee.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-katy-perry-is-my-hero-please-get.html' title='&amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Isatou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15044340500908724950</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></feed>
