Some writing I've been doing... plot still sketchy so expect edits.

If you had taken the chance to peer beyond the cheap mud-coloured curtains, and look inside the room that was only as wide as one’s arms could reach- if you could have seen, that very night, the girl that lay within it, curled up on the tiny square of a bed with her knees tucked in and eyes as wide as they were pensive, looking out into the ink-black sky… if you could have read her thoughts you would have been surprised at their depth, at the very emotions which Katherine Gretchen Miller was harbouring within her heavy heart.

For Katherine was not a wise philosopher, by any means; in actual fact, before that summer she had been but a little wisp of a fourteen year-old, bordering on the cusp of adolescence with still very much of the child in her intact. Her frail brown locks did not belie any goddess’s golden beauty, nor did her thin face with its many dull freckles hide a bravery of spirit which was frightening in the extreme. Katherine, by society’s standards, was very ordinary- very ordinary indeed.

But that summer had changed everything, surpassing even the heaven’s expectations; were that the stars should realign themselves should the gods be so surprised. Now as she stared out, wondering why dawn was so late in coming, Katherine marvelled herself at the strange turn the summer had taken. And she wondered where he had gone… that imp from the land of the elves -so quick was his motions and witty his ways- who had single-handedly and inadvertently caused everything.

Maybe he was in the tall grassy fields of carefree days past… or perhaps possibly passing by her very street. This was the general direction Katherine’s thoughts ambled along, as she motionlessly watched the stars twinkle their last goodbye and the sun come up, full of pride and allusions to that summer, almost as if everything would be back to the way it should be- but here Katherine paused, rising from her bed and glancing in the mirror. For without him it would almost seem as if there was no way things would go back to normal. Coins, once golden, could never regain their sheen; and seas that have calmed from roiling storms never do seem to recover their fiery temper. Likewise Katherine’s days could never have been as illuminated, as glorious, or as incandescent as they had been that summer… not unless he came back, which was impossible. He himself had said that.

This Katherine reminded herself of solemnly.

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I'd never realized before that my Dad's outfits could be so complex. Look at the socks! All black monotone, yet textured. Wow.

After seeing this outfit on Garance Dore's site, I really wish I had a billowy bright top and khaki shorts!!!
Anyway this post will cover what I've been doing this slacky weekend. Some pictures too but most of them will be next post so I don't have to do the arduous task of dragging all of them around. As it is 5 is a Herculean job.
We went to Shangri-La on Friday evening, because Dad and Mum attended this Oktoberfest celebration the German embassy was hosting in the ballroom. After half an hour of wrestling with the TV I gave up, brought out the ol' portable player and watched Mansfield Park till about 10 or so, all the while chewing on fried rice and having my taste buds scorched out with pineapples (according to Mum- "it's their defense mechanism!").
Woke up at 11.00 (or rather- was woken up) just in time for lunch at 11.30.
Played around with the camera (and the bathroom's many mirrors!) before I'd even properly woken up... a hotel room is a very nice place to take photos because they've all these pretty elegant kooks lying around.
We ate at the buffet restaurant, Next2 (the Chao Phraya River), for lunch. Here are their toothpicks!
Anyway, we were accompanied by Uncle Dennis, Auntie Jess, Sher and this adorable French family sitting next to us but not necessarily with us. They had this really cute daughter (two, but the younger one was the 'un with the antics) who brought her little doll and asked to borrow the baby chair so she could put the doll in it. The waiter tried to buckle her in but the doll would- not- be- buckled! Eet was too small. Then a waitress came along to tuck her in with a napkin, and asked, "Sleeping?" with some translation help from the mother the little girl said happily, "Yes!" but when the doll had woken up, she promptly put her in a stroller and ran her about.
I suppose dolls falling over and being eaten by catfish are not a problem in zee French world... just kidding.

After we came home (we swam first) we went to visit JT. We bathed him and I gave him a very beautiful mohawk, which you might not be able to see properly in the picture...

More pictures coming up.

Photo credit: http://www.garancedore.fr/en/page/9/

It seems I have been appearing offline one time too many because Sher forgot to tell me she'd abandoned TAC and I! Oh, the tears. It must've been because I failed to convert to The Dark Side and remained staunchly devoted to iconning mainly angmohs, to be crude.

): I DIDN'T MEAAAAAAAAN IT!

I don't think I'll set up a new blog because then a lot of people might either abandon us totally, or move to the new blog and forget all the old icons. And all our hard work (one years', I think... WE MISSED ABOUT A MILLION ANNIVERSARIES, I AM SUCH A BAD MUMMY) will have been wasted.

Okay, next: one trillion banners. And icons. To apologise for anniversaries past that I have so rudely missed.

Anyway-

IASAS MUN today- one word- AWESOME. Okay, and maybe unforgettable too, and missed, and Iwannagobacksobadlybutthen... and also WAAAAAAAAAAAAH. Now don't look at me like, that, Spelling Check. I do feel like sobbing. *lone tear drifts down* I was so horribly depressed and distant on the way back because I was carefully piecing my jigsaw puzzle together and cementing it into my brain, where hopefully it will stay until I get old and someone uses the Obliviate spell on me.

And then tomorrow it's the long fall back down to Earth... to Spanish, Journalism, P.E. and English, in that order.

I'm terrified I didn't do enough for English. The instructions said journal reflection or video, so to be creative I did another magazine layout (not so creative if you know me). But then I got worried because my magazine layout, being in the form of an interview, didn't contain any personal thoughts. Stomach-pancake-flipping-again!! I suppose if Mr. Krocker asks I will retain my parent letter (because that has all my personal thoughts in it) until the end of the Book Chat. Please, please, be round table. I get freaked out when I have to talk about my personal feelings to a whole class of bored-looking, frozen people.

And P.E. might be the mile run. Oh, the pressure to get under 9:59. And not get 10:00 because that would be just horrible to deprove by a second.

Spanish is okay. I'm slowly getting along in past tense though my notes are still necessary to prevent me from totally drowning (that, and Joanne). Journalism- hopefully we get the newspaper we all worked so hard on! I got the front page! WHOO! (Not that hard, though, considering I was ASSIGNED the article on delegates' reactions to the venue.) Also- my 2 page article on the Opening Ceremony. But I think the delegates might snore over that one- Varun did say they wanted something more light-hearted but it seems I am incapable of doing that in my journalistic skills.
IASAS MUN tomorrow, at the UN building downtown! I'm half excited, half scared out of my pants because I'm a total newbie!

Picked out my outfit in 5 minutes and haven't stopped stressing over it since, because, as I've already mentioned, I am a newbie and all definitions of "semi-casual" have gone out of the window at the mention of "UN building".

Finally chose a print ruffled top and black blazer from Platinum, black soft capris from... Robinson, I think, and white sneakers from North Star. I'm going to try a new lip colour combination I discovered the other day- Revlon pink lipstick with a purplish gloss from the Pupa kit Sway-sim gave me. It's kind of a reddish tint, and I hope my overall look isn't too formal. I certainly do not want to be mistaken for a delegate!

(I have a little name tag, though. It has my mugshot on it, with my name, school and "Support Staff" on it emblazoned atop the IASAS MUN logo. Very cool.)

... UPDATE: and I am still stressing over it. Maybe some iconning and Garance-Dore-ing (it is hilarious! it's like GFY's writing combined with RCFA) will do my confuzzled, fried brain some good.
I swear, my life has been so much better since I created a "Lookbook" folder for my Hotmail inbox. Since then, my inbox has been so happily uncluttered with tons of LOOKBOOK.NU mails, plus I can pack all the unread ones into the folder, and garner quite a huge number if I'm hardworking and don't read them just yet. Seeing a nice 3 or 4 in the folder can be quite nice- it's like a pile of Christmas presents!

Suddenly, leaving the school in December and effectively missing Week Without Walls (WWW) doesn't seem quite so bad. I get a new free period! I went to see Mr. Helgeson and he said I could go to the library- and since for my Maths (my only homework) I need to have graphing paper, I don't have anything to do right now except explore new websites, blog, and listen to Lenka! (She's the new Taylor Swift. Except... she's more an English version of Carla Bruni, I guess. Oh, wait, Carla does sing in English- but C's voice in French translated. Yes, that's it.)




So far, I've had 2 librarians come up to me and ask me what I'm doing here, wondering if I knew there was WWW meetings. I feel like those "mathematicians of death" Mr. Fertal told us about, going around announcing sombrely, "I'm not going to be around for WWW- I'm leaving the school." Or maybe my idea of a heartbreaking announcement is purely egoistic. Hmm, that must be it.

I have discovered GARANCE DORE! And actually I'm quite dumb, I've been putting off exploring it for some time but I can tell it is going to be the new SSS/RCFA/TCH/WWW/TS (I never hung around the Sartorialist for long but I WILL COME BACK!), as it seems having 4 main fashion sites is never enough (for one, there's always times when ALL 4 are not updated and I have nothing to browse through...). If you're not sure what the abbrieviations are:

1. SSS www.seaofshoes.typepad.com
2. RCFA www.redcarpet-fashionawards.com
3. TCH www.theclothes.blogspot.com
4. WWW www.whowhatwear.com
5. TS www.thesartorialist.blogspot.com

:D I have about 4 minutes left, pooh, so some GD-ing for me and then I'm off.

P.S. China test make-up tomorrow after school- I already missed 2 hours of tuition! I am so dead. But really, it isn't my fault.

Upcoming is my 'apology batch' for TAC- I plan to have a huge number of them (only 10 done so far) as repentance for the many, many months I've gone off iconning. Needless to say there will probably be an 'apology skin' as well- I lied when I said I was off hiatus!
Preview of batch -for once I saved as draft instead of published- at left, Ashley Olsen. I find her more fashionable than her sister, as she has the ability to, most of the time, make oversize hobo look extremely enticing.
To remind myself: base credits Sweetandtalented, as well as Photobucket.

I don't know how I could've lived without this.

The very innovative photo spread above should give you a clue to what I've been up to these days, in my utter laziness to update this blog... Many apologies.

I really cannot remember what was happening around the last time I updated, but I do know a rough draft of things that have happened over the past few days.

The Shi Huang Di essay, for one; the Maths quiz which I'm certain I could've partially failed; the English common assessment; Someone winning the pillow fight contest; me reading my first two chapters of Chemistry in my dad's and my race to learn it by January; and me buying InStyle UK December (THANDIE NEWTON!) and TeenVogue Dec/Jan (Dakota Fanning, above) from Asia Books today.

Went Chatuchak yesterday too with Mum, Sway-sim and Sway-chick. Bought MY FIRST JUMPSUIT -white, black, with royal blue buttons- and a brown floral dress, as well as a Twiggy ring, peacock earrings (finally) and a very kooky wooden-bead necklace.

Am currently looking for a blue nail polish that's matte and just a slightish dull light blue. It's hard to describe the colour but my dad's waiting to go over Chem with me so more later.

Today in Physics: "Grace, you're turning into Hermione Granger. LOGIC." Best. Compliment. Ever. (Better than the one about my face being oval and not round. Because I'd love to turn into Hermione Granger. If Ginny wasn't possible, that is.)

Also, overheard conversation that made me bite the insides of my cheeks and try not to laugh:

A: *singing*
B: Who's Gandhi again?
A: Some guy who... er... made India a better place.
B: Oh, really? *pause* I thought he was a terrorist, or something.

Me: ROFL ROFL ROFL ROFL I DIDN'T KNOW THERE WERE PEOPLE LIKE YOU IN THE WORLD HEEEHEEEEE!