<?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-9119487738483078049</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:52:50.354-08:00</updated><category term='wishlists'/><category term='Going Gaga'/><category term='magazine spreads'/><category term='animated fruits'/><category term='colour schemes'/><category term='writing'/><category term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>CACHEMEMORIES</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>226</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-5381142744542769112</id><published>2010-01-02T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T04:52:09.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is It!</title><content type='html'>Before I forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy 1st birthday, Joseph!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd better save updates for TSKS; I've drawn another illustration so if I keep saving them my new posts will be very clogged up. Have just received the breaking news that TOMORROW MORNING I am going to have my first Chinese tuition lesson in order for the teacher to gage how good -or bad- I am... and then consequent lessons will be Sunday evenings. Wow. APPARENTLY it will give me time to get ready for school the next day, because tuition will end around 7.30 or so- but I don't think so. I'd prefer an afternoon slot, on a weekday or something, because this means NO MORE GOING OUT ON SUNDAY NIGHTS. This is so awesome, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;More at TSKS- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://secretkooksociety.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;visit it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*For the grotesquely uninformed, TSKS = The Secret Kook Society = my new blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-5381142744542769112?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/5381142744542769112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/5381142744542769112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-it.html' title='This Is It!'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-6450962419155478546</id><published>2010-01-01T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:18:36.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>246/ You Know What I Would Like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sz7x306IBqI/AAAAAAAAEYg/EOeUQGUjR3E/s1600-h/celebration.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422036942798194338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sz7x306IBqI/AAAAAAAAEYg/EOeUQGUjR3E/s320/celebration.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know what I would like&lt;/em&gt;? Right now, it'd be a nudish pink tulle skirt, with a satin waistband, kind of like the types that ballerinas wear. It would be awesome with a really light grey long-sleeved shirt, nude lace tights and nude ballet flats with a grosgrain bow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Breaking news: &lt;u&gt;I got my tablet&lt;/u&gt;. In fact, I'm posting this from it right now! The part I'm most excited about, though, despite the crazy amount of cool stuff this computer has- is the stylus. I don't have Photoshop on it at the moment -the guy at the shop said I'd have to disable it from the Asus to get it onto the tablet, but I want to make sure my brushes and stuff don't get destroyed first- but even Paint, which is a default program anyway, has some extra things on it that the other computers I've used didn't have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For example... they have different kinds of brushes! For the fantabulously insane comic I drew above, I used pencil (marker?) and crayon, I think. I've also drawn a design that I came up with back in Chiangmai- a virtual copy, which shall be posted to TSKS later when I get it running. For that I experimented a bit more with colours and used a pencil, watercolour brush (I KNOW!!) and... and.. that's it, I think, for tools, but I did twirk around (LOL) with the thickness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're going out for tea to meet Uncle Seng-hock and Uncle Andrew + families now, so more later... Looks like this blog will &lt;em&gt;terminate &lt;/em&gt;at post #247 - 10 more than usual?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-6450962419155478546?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/6450962419155478546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/6450962419155478546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2010/01/246-you-know-what-i-would-like.html' title='246/ You Know What I Would Like?'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sz7x306IBqI/AAAAAAAAEYg/EOeUQGUjR3E/s72-c/celebration.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-3674680879243161427</id><published>2010-01-01T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T07:58:38.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>01-01-2010 / Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sz4Ymg-hOTI/AAAAAAAAEYY/ZcCgEIFkjJg/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421798051366910258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sz4Ymg-hOTI/AAAAAAAAEYY/ZcCgEIFkjJg/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 2010, everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My resolution for the new year (which I will hopefully keep- something I didn't do for 2009): &lt;em&gt;to be a big step closer to my dream(s) (i.e. photography, fashion design, writing) than I am now&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;My plans to achieve this include&lt;/u&gt;: buying a tablet (which I will do tomorrow, with luck) for drawing designs on Photoshop, borrowing De-gu's first camera and try working with more manual adjustments before buying a more tricked-out version, putting in hard work in ELPS and continually submitting articles for Sundays' Youth Classifieds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It seems my plans to put a big long update post here keep backfiring: it's 11.51 PM at the moment and I have the odd feeling that if I go a minute over midnight somebody (i.e. one of my parents) is going to come and kill me. Really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe it will wait until The Secret Kooks Society is up...? (Yes, I abandoned the idea(s) of Falling Sapphires and Etoile Filante. TSKS sounds nicer... and oh wait, you pronounce it as TSKS! That is so awesome!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway. Little wondrous rant aside... Here's to a wonderful 2010, and I hope your year will be better than mine. (I'm as optimistic as you can get- but there's no denying that for me, this year will be an uphill one. "2 days left to the real life," as De-gu so aptly put it...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-3674680879243161427?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/3674680879243161427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/3674680879243161427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2010/01/01-01-2010-happy-new-year.html' title='01-01-2010 / Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sz4Ymg-hOTI/AAAAAAAAEYY/ZcCgEIFkjJg/s72-c/040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-3491367479122329831</id><published>2009-12-30T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T06:55:57.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sztm7gReS7I/AAAAAAAAEYQ/kaNKpvQ1q08/s1600-h/272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421039748932062130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sztm7gReS7I/AAAAAAAAEYQ/kaNKpvQ1q08/s320/272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ing about the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back in Singapore! I am oddly homesick. Is it possible to be homesick when you are at home? I suppose my heart has not quite made its move yet, if the proverb '&lt;em&gt;home is where the heart is&lt;/em&gt;' is to be believed...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish I could write an essay here with full updates on Chiangmai but my literary juices have been squeezed out every single drop in my tell-all email to Ching Ying (feel guilty), so I suppose you could wait until I download the Panya pics from my blue camera...? It's a vague deadline I can settle for for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched a bit of &lt;em&gt;Love Happens &lt;/em&gt;on the plane but missed most of it because (a) I didn't realize the headphones were in my seat pocket and (b) had to go to the toilet and didn't realize there's more than one cubicle. Seems both are due to my ignorance, so no blaming here... I WANT TO WATCH THE REST. Very desperately. It seems good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photography credits: me, from Rayong. I think it was an old Harper's Bazaar with Kate... Bosworth. My, there are TOO MANY KATES IN HOLLYWOOD. Might've taken a pic of the cover, post later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-3491367479122329831?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/3491367479122329831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/3491367479122329831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/12/confused-hearts.html' title='Confused Hearts'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sztm7gReS7I/AAAAAAAAEYQ/kaNKpvQ1q08/s72-c/272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-6299850777026040626</id><published>2009-12-29T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:14:18.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In Love With How You Feel</title><content type='html'>Okay, so the font thingy isn't quite working out. I think the font needs to be larger to looks nice, and the italic font isn't working. But I need to go desperately, I've stayed overtime, so I'll edit it later, probably when I'm back in Singapore because our flight is early tomorrow. TTYL and wish me luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-6299850777026040626?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/6299850777026040626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/6299850777026040626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-in-love-with-how-you-feel.html' title='I&apos;m In Love With How You Feel'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-701178182083155628</id><published>2009-12-29T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:06:00.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Pouring But I Still See You Clearly</title><content type='html'>Nooo! &lt;em&gt;The Beautiful Life &lt;/em&gt;has been cancelled! I hope this news is very late and wrong because I just watched two trailers and it's AWESOME! Noooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay. I just signed the petition. I hope I don't regret this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway- &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPngAbG6yNw/ScieKD41B1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/PRJlg6kRlI0/s1600-h/Sans+titre-1.jpg"&gt;we ISBers were on the cover of the Chiangmai newspapers!&lt;/a&gt; The picture was of us at Panya but the thing is I can't see the pic clearly so I can't tell who's in it. But oh well this's just as awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am supposed to be packing for Singapore. Clothes are all done and on their way to Singapore via my brother but I still have to do... toys (like Big Moe, my plush monkey), accessories (headbands almost done), art (e.g. notebooks), bags, laptop + wires, chargers, tech and savings. I never knew packing up your life could be so &lt;em&gt;hard&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. I'd just forgotten, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of added a bit to another poem I wrote yesterday- very sketchy, but here it is anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like fog, like rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;images sometimes clear, focused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes indistinct, like only&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the outlines of eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wrinkled up in laughter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or remnants of ordinary words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like "see" or "there".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going to change the font here to Sabon which I downloaded off the Internet yesterday. It's my all-new favourite font... I'm not sure what font you'll view it in, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pingghee: No, I'm in 310, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Callie: Yay Amelia! Hope there're more 212-ers!!&lt;br /&gt;Chingying: Yeah. Stars at Panya were AMAZING. Tell you more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I missed anyone out I'm rushing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-701178182083155628?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/701178182083155628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/701178182083155628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-pouring-but-i-still-see-you-clearly.html' title='It&apos;s Pouring But I Still See You Clearly'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-2267680033075568958</id><published>2009-12-28T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T09:06:35.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>240/ The Train We Missed</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It well may be/ that we will never meet again in this lifetime/ so let me say before we part/ so much of me is made from what I learnt from you/ you'll be with me like a handprint on my heart/ and now whatever way our stories end/ I know you have rewritten mine by being my friend&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;For Good&lt;/em&gt;, Wicked, Jennifer Paz ft. Lea Salonga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good, so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from Chiangmai, been surfing the Net and didn't realize it's almost midnight already, and I need to do a lot of packing tomorrow. 2 days left in Thailand. Wowwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little poem I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With every bath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the smell of you is washed away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not clean- but dirty, unbaptised,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as if water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;could wash away memories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ode to the glorious, glorious Panya. &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-2267680033075568958?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2267680033075568958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2267680033075568958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/12/240-train-we-missed.html' title='240/ The Train We Missed'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-780696748364386541</id><published>2009-12-22T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T04:42:43.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed Devotion- Rayong Part I</title><content type='html'>This is the first in a series of posts with photos from Rayong, each having about a max of 10 photos because it's truly a drag to have to format everything... They're all in order from the very start of our arrival to, hopefully, the end, with little captions in between... Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SzC7I5Ec15I/AAAAAAAAEXA/saCmh-Qz2OQ/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418036113159542674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SzC7I5Ec15I/AAAAAAAAEXA/saCmh-Qz2OQ/s200/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breathtaking view... Our resort was located at the bottom of a very steep mountain drive. You drove from the main town into a kind of &lt;em&gt;ulu &lt;/em&gt;street that went on and on and on with increasingly few houses along the side, then up a very scary steep slope and round and round a mountain till you get to a little stretch where we took the photo above (and a few others). Then from there it's downhill, to the little square of a parking lot, then the resort. I didn't take photos but the scenery's beautiful at night; you can see all the stars in the sky! It was so totally BEAUTIFUL, there's no other word for it. Nowhere else have I seen the stars; only satellites and crude city lights.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SzC7JULDIKI/AAAAAAAAEXI/n5nqccGwOCo/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418036120434974882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SzC7JULDIKI/AAAAAAAAEXI/n5nqccGwOCo/s200/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tiles were a very awesome turquoise. Since I was wearing my red shoes, needless to say I &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;to take a photo of them together. Without editing -they don't need it- it looks quite nice, &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SzC7J2IFlbI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/vWwyqetRt0Y/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418036129549358514" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SzC7J2IFlbI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/vWwyqetRt0Y/s200/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;This is a very old car that was parked in the front... veranda? (The lobby was below.) We all posed with it. It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SzC7Ke0OqdI/AAAAAAAAEXY/C0oonJbGQsY/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418036140471921106" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SzC7Ke0OqdI/AAAAAAAAEXY/C0oonJbGQsY/s200/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the start of the corridor that led to the lobby; I was just pretending to be a pro photographer and taking shots every five seconds or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SzC7Kmg-DpI/AAAAAAAAEXg/b8j76_gbOSA/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418036142538624658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SzC7Kmg-DpI/AAAAAAAAEXg/b8j76_gbOSA/s200/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is the lobby. The hotel had loads of slopes all around so we had fun kind of running (okay, &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;did) down the steepest one down to the receptionists' desk. They had these huge bird sculptures looming over it, can you see them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SzC8UZjApQI/AAAAAAAAEXo/Sj-K8hX3VXg/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418037410367841538" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SzC8UZjApQI/AAAAAAAAEXo/Sj-K8hX3VXg/s200/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This delightful chalkboard announces the Admiral Waterfront Club or something which we went to at night to play pool and (I) to read magazines... (old magazines. Very awesome old magazines.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SzC8Uzezl9I/AAAAAAAAEXw/PibApJqJm0A/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418037417329530834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SzC8Uzezl9I/AAAAAAAAEXw/PibApJqJm0A/s200/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the view from inside. I don't think we were meant to be there but nobody restricted us and the door wasn't locked. Only photos, honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SzC8Vd7grTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/gA2wbbs7iYo/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418037428724215090" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SzC8Vd7grTI/AAAAAAAAEX4/gA2wbbs7iYo/s200/063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the beach after that. This was a sneaky shot of us taken by my parents who didn't even touch the sand, pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SzC8VhLIjNI/AAAAAAAAEYA/AiwX7VbtnqU/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418037429595049170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SzC8VhLIjNI/AAAAAAAAEYA/AiwX7VbtnqU/s200/067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our hotel. One part of it, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SzC8WOF27iI/AAAAAAAAEYI/taTuP6B3uFk/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418037441652518434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SzC8WOF27iI/AAAAAAAAEYI/taTuP6B3uFk/s200/072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;And this is a very awesome stray dog that kept following us that first day... He's black and white and very cute- my brother and I could've sworn he was posing for us. More pics of him later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Parts coming up- dinner now. I'm already late. Oops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-780696748364386541?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/780696748364386541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/780696748364386541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/12/delayed-devotion-rayong-part-i.html' title='Delayed Devotion- Rayong Part I'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SzC7I5Ec15I/AAAAAAAAEXA/saCmh-Qz2OQ/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-4055964621687804367</id><published>2009-12-22T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T04:18:02.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas! Alack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Today, my friends and I watched Mulan. We concluded that emperor, who is wise and has a long white beard, is the Chinese version of Dumbledore."&lt;/span&gt; -AverageWizard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I want to change my blogskin. I'm kind of tired of this font. (LOL.) Or maybe I'll just change the font... Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Platinum today. My mum decided I was well enough. Wish I'd walked around more but my mum was getting tired. Ate a crepe for lunch and it was sooo sweet I didn't finish it (and now I'm hungry). Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a silk (horizontally pleated) pencil skirt of a rich purple that my mother says is &lt;em&gt;mauve &lt;/em&gt;(which is pronounced 'move' and not 'mahooove' as I thought... sigh...), a dark denim jacket with cream lace edges and round wooden buttons (I feel like one of my rag dolls in it- but am now wondering if I should've bought the lighter colour instead), a really, really, cheap-looking but totally awesome jewel elastic bangle (took pictures, experimenting with the camera- will post later), an adjustable gold ring with a light pink rose on it, a headband that looks like a necklace or a silver snake or something (and makes me look like Cleopatra or something)... and a feathered hairband! Finally! It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total spending:TB1005 (or something, I'm guessing the prices)&lt;br /&gt;..and I thought I'd cut down on my spending. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;strong&gt;cleared up my wardrobe yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;, which includes storing all my plastic bags somewhere else so now my closet looks less cluttered. I got rid of 3 bags' of stuff and colour-coded the rest of my hanging clothes so it actually doesn't look too bad (i.e. I keep sneaking looks at it when I think nobody's looking). I'm determined to have one of those professional-looking closets, with all nude and neutral sheaths of stuff and everything looking new like you'd want to buy it. My previous closet made me want to buy more stuff so I wouldn't have to wear the things in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving Thailand next week already. It feels as though I've only just arrived... This Thurday morning we jet off to Chiangmai and come back on Monday, and Wednesday's It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I haven't even started packing for either. Shhh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm guessing I won't need to bring over that much stuff yet because Dad's term only ends... in about one and half years so they said I could leave some things here. I'll probably bring over some awesome Garance-Dore kind of stuff (i.e. shorts... neutral jackets... my ISB capris...) and choice accessories, not the whole boxes of stuff I have scattered on my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. WILL. BE. POLISHED! (Golly, do you know how HARD it is??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grah. I don't want to go to school... going back to Singapore, fine, but not to SCHOOL. I've hardly had a holiday as it is. MY FINALS JUST ENDED GIMME A BREAK ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heigho, like it or not we're going uniform and book shopping on the 31st already and then I think in about 2 or 3 weeks (or less) it's off to NY for me....... I DON'T REALLY REMEMBER MUCH AND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEMISTRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we've done all sec 1's work but sec 1 was only like, one term or something.... and i'm not sure I remember it... only consolation is, I think most people will be foggy after Dec break too, but that doesn't help much. I already hate it. I should be on holiday but I still get that little ugly feeling in my stomach that's reserved for school (the "let's relax OH WAIT SHOOT I FORGOT I HAVE ____ COMING UP" feeling).... and that's because of YOU. CHEMISTRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pftttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-4055964621687804367?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4055964621687804367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4055964621687804367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/12/alas-alack.html' title='Alas! Alack!'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-1069018297135667761</id><published>2009-12-18T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:54:45.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Style Picks by Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SyxpNueSQ-I/AAAAAAAAEW4/B9mawjlda_E/s1600-h/style+picks+by+grace+collage.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416820136354137058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SyxpNueSQ-I/AAAAAAAAEW4/B9mawjlda_E/s400/style+picks+by+grace+collage.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; It is done!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly it's not a &lt;em&gt;my style &lt;/em&gt;collage- looking at it I can't see how it could be further from the truth because I'm normally such a sartorial mess. Let's just call it &lt;em&gt;my ideal style&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Style icons, from left:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Images from Google Images)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kate Hudson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thandie Newton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rachel Bilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sienna Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Diane Kruger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie Portman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chloe Sevigny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Style picks, from top left clockwise:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Images from Google Images, Style.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chanel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chloe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chloe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marchesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marchesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marchesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marchesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ashley Olsen in vintage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kate Hudson in Stella McCartney for InStyle UK March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anne Hathaway in Atelier Versace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kerry Washington in Malandrino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Malandrino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys like it!! (I do. Even if it doesn't look like the artsy scrapbook I envisaged.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-1069018297135667761?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/1069018297135667761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/1069018297135667761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/12/style-picks-by-grace.html' title='Style Picks by Grace'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SyxpNueSQ-I/AAAAAAAAEW4/B9mawjlda_E/s72-c/style+picks+by+grace+collage.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-2257670821084167818</id><published>2009-12-18T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T20:02:34.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're a Part-time Lover and a Full-time Friend</title><content type='html'>I don't think I'll be sticking to the 237-post limit for this blog, as I intend to start a new site only when I get my tablet (which will be when I move to Singapore for good at the end of this month, and even then only until we've settled all the school stuff), and this is already my 236th post if I'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's been hectic. Finishing off my finals Monday through Wednesday, then a full-scale hiking trip at MBK for pretty much the whole of Thursday (which was a school holiday for those who didn't have to make up any exams). I must've caught a bug on Thursday because I woke up feeling like hell- sore throat and headache, with a fever by the end of the day. (Bought 2 Ten &amp;amp; Co. shirts, but that doesn't count because one was making up for the shirt that got stained in the laundry...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday -my last day at ISB!!!!- promised to be a big disappointment because my mother was threatening to keep me at home but I fought and ended up going, rather excited. I was in a very big daze all day and it &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;hasn't sunk in that that's it, there's no longer going to be one more day... one more hour... No more 'mores', and that's the thing that I haven't quite grasped. There was always something left for me to hold on to, &lt;em&gt;cling &lt;/em&gt;on to, and now there's nothing. It's like I no longer have a safety rope and I'm falling but I don't even know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Paragon afterwards with Nimarta, Nimanee and Tata. No photo studio- we were really irritated but compromised by taking photos with Tata's very awesome Canon 500D. Ate at Coffee Beans by Dao which was really unexpectedly good- and then watched &lt;em&gt;Couples' Retreat &lt;/em&gt;which was also really unexpectedly good. Oh, I love Malin Akerman, esp. with red hair- she just didn't get the credit she deserved in &lt;em&gt;27 Dresses&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked in Siam Square for a while but it seems everyone was getting rather sweaty from trudging around so we went back to Paragon and just sat around at Swensen's until I had to leave at 5.30. We were going to Suanlum Night Bazaar, which looked quite good but -maybe because I was so tired it was taking all my willpower just to walk a lane, and my fever was coming back, and my blocked nose was making me breathless- wasn't that fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my brother and mother went to Chatuchak. I'm killing myself for having this stupid sickness because -as my brother so nicely pointed out- this was my last chance to go to Chatuchak before I leave. Dang it. Hopefully my mother will bring me back a pair of heels or a nice hobo bag, but not likely. She often hates the weird "old" stuff I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which- I'm currently compiling a "My Style" collage. Already got 4 Marchesa looks lined up with the help of Style.com. !Hasta Luego!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-2257670821084167818?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2257670821084167818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2257670821084167818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-part-time-lover-and-full-time.html' title='You&apos;re a Part-time Lover and a Full-time Friend'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-2591607881829388814</id><published>2009-12-12T04:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T04:22:17.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration: Summer Finn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SyOKw3N_lRI/AAAAAAAAEWw/vJjpPBD66tY/s1600-h/summer+finn+500+days+of+summer.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414323749090465042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SyOKw3N_lRI/AAAAAAAAEWw/vJjpPBD66tY/s400/summer+finn+500+days+of+summer.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly this Saturday night was not meant for collages... but for chemistry. I am being bustled off to learn about atoms.......... Oh, joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-2591607881829388814?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2591607881829388814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2591607881829388814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/12/inspiration-summer-finn.html' title='Inspiration: Summer Finn'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SyOKw3N_lRI/AAAAAAAAEWw/vJjpPBD66tY/s72-c/summer+finn+500+days+of+summer.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-5801132898031387998</id><published>2009-12-12T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T03:23:00.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired!</title><content type='html'>Wow, today's been a really long day... Went out at 10.15 to Chatuchak via MRT*, and then we took the MRT back to Sukhumvit and transferred to BTS to Phrom Pong for a sumptuous lunch at &lt;u&gt;Greyhound Cafe &lt;/u&gt;in Emporium -deliiiicious!-and some awesome book-hunting** at Kinokuniya... then went back to Robinson's, where their TOPS supermarket has been freshly renovated and we did some grocery shopping. Finally arrived home slightly after 4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Was strangely controlled. Or maybe it was because my parents didn't like a lot of the stuff I did, like this gorgeous red leather bag with a gold exposed zipper. It was very plain, and oddly roomy, and I could imagine bringing it hiking around Singapore (my dream street-style life! oh, *big sigh*). But sadly my parents didn't like it. At all. For no reason. (I think it was the zipper that did the bag in. Too... &lt;em&gt;unconventional&lt;/em&gt;, shall we say?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway- I only bought &lt;u&gt;a chunky pearl, metal and bead necklace&lt;/u&gt; for 250 Baht (it's sooo chunky my dad says I can take it apart and have 3 or more separate necklaces when I'm sick of the whole but I don't see that in the near future!!!) and &lt;u&gt;two adjustable ring... templates? &lt;/u&gt;at 50 Baht for me to stick my stones from Rayong on, so I can DIY my own rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Am equally excited about my two buys here. Could not buy Christian Siriano's book, Fierce Style, because even though it had 20% off, the original price was already 600+ Baht so hopeless wishing... and I wanted to buy another book but my dad said it didn't look like much... &lt;u&gt;anyway&lt;/u&gt;, to &lt;em&gt;focus on the positive&lt;/em&gt;, I bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Camilla &lt;/u&gt;by Madeleine L'Engle&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;All The Things We Didn't Say &lt;/u&gt;by Sara Shepard (of &lt;em&gt;Pretty Little Liars &lt;/em&gt;fame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I'm through with &lt;em&gt;Sense and Sensibility &lt;/em&gt;(which I'm close to... I'm either in Volume II or III right now) I am going to devour these two quite voraciously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by &lt;a href="http://seaofshoes.typepad.com/sea_of_shoes/2009/12/my-style.html"&gt;Jane Aldridge's "My Style" collage post on Sea of Shoes&lt;/a&gt; I might create my own collage. I'm predicting fairy-tale classiness (i.e. Marchesa y Chanel) with just a few leather jackets and grommets in between... Last time Laeticia asked me what my style was, and I said, "Feminine with an edge." (Well, at least &lt;u&gt;my ideal style &lt;/u&gt;is- I think my own real style would be "really weird with many faux-pases"! I never seem to know what's right for me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now I'm going to do a blue palette inspired by Zooey Deschanel in &lt;em&gt;(500) Days of Summer&lt;/em&gt;. Her outfits in the movie are all in blue shades, very simple and feminine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-5801132898031387998?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/5801132898031387998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/5801132898031387998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/12/inspired.html' title='Inspired!'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-4651335584572082665</id><published>2009-12-11T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T05:15:53.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Hearts Hurt But They Make Us Strong</title><content type='html'>Aaah, lociento lociento!! I have been a total idiot for not updating this. I have been too caught up in things. What's weird is, time seems to fly when you're not doing &lt;em&gt;anything &lt;/em&gt;productive! I can only honestly say that procrastination is what has kept me from posting... and maybe an overt attraction to Garance Dore and MLIA, the only sites whose archives I have not totally exhausted yet. And then, of course, there is the *obligation* to study for my FINAL EXAMS (haha, just kidding, &lt;u&gt;of course I study&lt;/u&gt;, although less than I think what people expect)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qTP2xFD3TuA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qTP2xFD3TuA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm listening to the Juno soundtrack now. Indie (i.e. &lt;em&gt;Juno &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;(500) Days of Summer &lt;/em&gt;soundtracks! apologies for the lack of creativity) is the only thing between Taylor Swift and I right now... *LOVE*: &lt;em&gt;Tree Hugger, Loose Lips, All I Want Is You, Anyone Else But You, Tire Swing, Us, Quelqu'un M'a Dit&lt;/em&gt; and probably a million other songs but I'm not through with the soundtracks yet ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So if you want to hurt yourself- remember that I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The lyrics to &lt;em&gt;Loose Lips &lt;/em&gt;are odd, and they have the F word in it, but there are snippets that are quite meaningful, really... Anyway. &lt;u&gt;Real &lt;/u&gt;updates is that I:&lt;br /&gt;Went to Rayong from Sunday to Wednesday. Quite possibly the most awesome family holiday ever, filled with embarrassment at my expense (I now realise I say the stupidest things... like... "Er, Mum, this is weird, but the Eden story doesn't support the theory that we came from monkeys!" DON'T- LOOK- LIKE- THAT) and lots of photography! Will post some landscape pictures I took of the place -we stayed at a resort just outside Rayong, actually, and took the speed boat to Koh Samet twice- later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had my PE exam today- fitness testing (I think I failed this part- because I deproved quite a lot in push-ups and a little in my left-sit-and-reach... thank goodness for my right-sit-and-reach and sit-ups scores, which stayed the same, and pull-ups, where I improved)... and &lt;u&gt;my first biathlon&lt;/u&gt;!! 10 swim laps (roughly 7 mins +) and cross-country, in 15:40. Not bad but could've walked less in XC, I think, just that I- was- just- so- dead- from- swimming!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had my Spanish exam today- surprisingly informal, but maybe that's because we have Kevin in our class. Even our teacher, who is normally very even-tempered, said out loud that K irritated "the hell out of" him. Wowza. I am pretty sure I passed- but even so- I spotted about 3 careless mistakes and I only skimmed because I couldn't wait to get rid of it :S&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a leaving-the-school gift from ... the school. It's a black leather-looking bracelet with a little phial that has white and black stones in it, and a big white stone that says ISB on one side, and Panthers on the other. It's adjustable and looks quite nice- I am looking forward to layering it, except that I'm terrible at layering. It's &lt;u&gt;not &lt;/u&gt;effortless!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;It seems I have short term memory so no exciting stuff from weeks before - how long have I not been updating??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBDbUVXXp-U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBDbUVXXp-U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH- WAIT-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wrote a song today (01:32.14). It's very random, inspired by Broadway but very wishy-washy. Not at all like the power hits from Les Miserables, but it'll be four hundred million years before I can compare to Boubil + Schonberg. Recorded it on Windows Movie Maker to remember the tune, but from past experience with &lt;em&gt;Wintergirls&lt;/em&gt;, Blogger doesn't seem to like uploading WMM videos. So here are the lyrics to &lt;em&gt;Something About Him &lt;/em&gt;anyway:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Something about the way he looks&lt;br /&gt;The way he smiles&lt;br /&gt;Is enticing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about the way he moves&lt;br /&gt;-The way he dances!-&lt;br /&gt;Is&lt;br /&gt;captivating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s something about him&lt;br /&gt;In everything about him&lt;br /&gt;There’s something about him&lt;br /&gt;That’s beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s something&lt;br /&gt;about the way he walks&lt;br /&gt;The way he drinks his coffee&lt;br /&gt;The way he talks&lt;br /&gt;That pulls me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it’s about the way he sits&lt;br /&gt;The way he&lt;br /&gt;frowns&lt;br /&gt;The way he knits!&lt;br /&gt;But for sure…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s something about&lt;br /&gt;him&lt;br /&gt;In everything about him&lt;br /&gt;There’s something about him&lt;br /&gt;That’s&lt;br /&gt;beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t forget him&lt;br /&gt;Can’t take my eyes off him&lt;br /&gt;I can’t&lt;br /&gt;forget him&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do…&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-4651335584572082665?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4651335584572082665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4651335584572082665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/12/broken-hearts-hurt-but-they-make-us.html' title='Broken Hearts Hurt But They Make Us Strong'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-766114834975332205</id><published>2009-12-01T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T04:50:10.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superficial Wake-Up Calls</title><content type='html'>Don't you hate those little superficial wake-up calls you get every now and then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hazarding an educated guess that they're beneficial, but still, it's like a bee sting. (And that &lt;em&gt;hurts&lt;/em&gt;, trust me.) Like when you want something for totally superficial reasons- and then something happens that brings you right back down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going into details but this's true. I probably need more of these S. W. U. C.s in my life. *slaps self*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-766114834975332205?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/766114834975332205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/766114834975332205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/12/superficial-wake-up-calls.html' title='Superficial Wake-Up Calls'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-6851226475981462756</id><published>2009-11-28T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T07:26:44.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom = Banners</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SxFA4tVXDFI/AAAAAAAAEWo/ZTpRVT5zBco/s1600/love+like+this-+pride+and+prejudice-+icon+3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409175970434714706" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SxFA4tVXDFI/AAAAAAAAEWo/ZTpRVT5zBco/s200/love+like+this-+pride+and+prejudice-+icon+3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SxFA4WDGexI/AAAAAAAAEWg/tUhigqd_WMQ/s1600/love+like+this-+pride+and+prejudice-+icon+2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409175964184115986" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SxFA4WDGexI/AAAAAAAAEWg/tUhigqd_WMQ/s200/love+like+this-+pride+and+prejudice-+icon+2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SxFA4J50IOI/AAAAAAAAEWY/kRWXLrqGOnE/s1600/love+like+this-+pride+and+prejudice-+icon.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409175960923939042" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SxFA4J50IOI/AAAAAAAAEWY/kRWXLrqGOnE/s200/love+like+this-+pride+and+prejudice-+icon.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SxE_MVx24iI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/ceX_4G9svno/s1600/love+like+this-+pride+and+prejudice-+textless+recolour.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409174108685918754" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SxE_MVx24iI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/ceX_4G9svno/s200/love+like+this-+pride+and+prejudice-+textless+recolour.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SxE_LzaspYI/AAAAAAAAEWI/xyIt9BdvNSM/s1600/love+like+this-+pride+and+prejudice-+textless+recolour+3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409174099461973378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SxE_LzaspYI/AAAAAAAAEWI/xyIt9BdvNSM/s200/love+like+this-+pride+and+prejudice-+textless+recolour+3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SxE_LHqFYZI/AAAAAAAAEWA/P8frjO-LqNI/s1600/love+like+this-+pride+and+prejudice-+textless.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409174087715348882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SxE_LHqFYZI/AAAAAAAAEWA/P8frjO-LqNI/s200/love+like+this-+pride+and+prejudice-+textless.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SxE_KKL2iMI/AAAAAAAAEV4/ysZalamWJ6w/s1600/love+like+this-+pride+and+prejudice.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409174071213983938" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SxE_KKL2iMI/AAAAAAAAEV4/ysZalamWJ6w/s200/love+like+this-+pride+and+prejudice.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SxE_Ji17zrI/AAAAAAAAEVw/SozdqUyrnjo/s1600/2005_pride_and_prejudice_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409174060653072050" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SxE_Ji17zrI/AAAAAAAAEVw/SozdqUyrnjo/s200/2005_pride_and_prejudice_013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get when you're bored and the Internet's kind of frozen up... I am always amazed by the lack of images on my desktop, since I mostly take screenshots for my icons and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-6851226475981462756?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/6851226475981462756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/6851226475981462756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/11/boredom-banners.html' title='Boredom = Banners'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SxFA4tVXDFI/AAAAAAAAEWo/ZTpRVT5zBco/s72-c/love+like+this-+pride+and+prejudice-+icon+3.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-8174857374768478410</id><published>2009-11-28T07:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T07:12:18.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Kook Society</title><content type='html'>You will be pleased to know that I have finally come up with a name for my line, which I shall open in a few years' time when people discover what a fashion-designer-genius I am... There shalt be twin lines, one called &lt;em&gt;The Delicate Kooks&lt;/em&gt;, and the other, &lt;em&gt;The Deliberate Kooks&lt;/em&gt;. Obviously both lines shall be quirky but the Deliberates will be louder and possibly kookier! In honour of this futuristic insight I have created a new blog (how many times have I done this??), &lt;a href="http://www.secretkooksociety.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Secret Kook Society&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-8174857374768478410?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/8174857374768478410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/8174857374768478410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/11/secret-kook-society.html' title='The Secret Kook Society'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-4830099163236882724</id><published>2009-11-27T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:38:42.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Taste of Heaven</title><content type='html'>Just so you know- I wasted one hour of my time looking for a nice, new blogskin to put here, only to find that the only 2 I narrowed the search down to had their widths by percent and not pixels and thus (due to my excessive amount of pictures) the whole thing got screwed and I had to revert back to the original template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only change settled for: the title. No longer an inspirational Oscar Wilde quote, Taylor Swift has taken top place. Also- updated profile, wishlist and links.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-4830099163236882724?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4830099163236882724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4830099163236882724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-taste-of-heaven.html' title='Little Taste of Heaven'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-4957321244238622408</id><published>2009-11-27T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:46:48.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untouchable, Like a Distant Diamond Sky</title><content type='html'>Thanks to JT I have 3 new songs from &lt;em&gt;Fearless [Platinum Edition]&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Superstar, Untouchable &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;The Other Side of the Door&lt;/em&gt;. Addicted, needless to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been oddly eventful, despite the stupor I've been spending it in. The latter is due to me catching a cold, so cue the headaches, blocked/runny nose and sore throat... as well as spreading it to Nimarta and Jusmita (SO SORRY!!)... then this morning I got awoken at 8 by a call from my dad saying my mum had food poisoning. So she was resting at home and around 10.50 she and my dad went to the hospital. They're still there- dad says if she needs to be warded he'll come fetch me. I hope not- please pray for her speedy recovery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't heard, I fell down on Thursday while doing hurdles. That's right. It's so out of the textbook, it's comical. Mrs. McRobbie says I need to open up my stride more, or something. I think basically I'm not lifting my leg high enough, so I must've tripped- although I seem to recall losing my balance more than tripping. It's tragic, because hurdles is possibly the most fun PE activity we've done so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laetitia recommended putting aloe vera on the abrasion so Sway-sim helped me get it yesterday from Empo and might be dropping by later to give it to me. It burns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my homework for this weekend (to remind myself):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maths- 6.4, 6.5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maths- 6.2 Warm-up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physics- Intro, Research Question, Independent/Dependent Variable, Controlled Variables&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;World Civ.- The Golden Age of Athens mind map &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spanish- Actividads (#12 for extra credit)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Journalism- e-mail Steve, Ethan, Zoe &amp;amp; Ben for article on 'Global Nomads'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Phewwwww.... I think I'll do #6 first to get it out of the way and then I'll icon a bit. I've got a draft on TAC from last night, with 6 icons on it, and I'd like to get it up to 20 or something before posting. Then the rest of the day might possibly be dedicated to numbers 1 through 5 since I can't go out and Mum told me yesterday to try to keep Sundays free for outings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-4957321244238622408?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4957321244238622408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4957321244238622408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/11/untouchable-like-distant-diamond-sky.html' title='Untouchable, Like a Distant Diamond Sky'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-5443365127879646361</id><published>2009-11-23T04:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T04:32:17.324-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Say Hello To... Katherine Gretchen Miller!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Some writing I've been doing... plot still sketchy so expect edits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Katherine reminded herself of solemnly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-5443365127879646361?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/5443365127879646361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/5443365127879646361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/11/say-hello-to-katherine-gretchen-miller.html' title='Say Hello To... Katherine Gretchen Miller!'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-2087857120210707864</id><published>2009-11-22T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T00:28:18.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from a Postcard</title><content type='html'>I'd never realized before that my Dad's outfits could be so complex. Look at the socks! All black monotone, yet textured. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Swj1HPk25PI/AAAAAAAAETY/NKk-i9RIvYc/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406840857447294194" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Swj1HPk25PI/AAAAAAAAETY/NKk-i9RIvYc/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Swj1Gzm72tI/AAAAAAAAETQ/5lH_AR0og7U/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406840849939815122" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Swj1Gzm72tI/AAAAAAAAETQ/5lH_AR0og7U/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Swj1GSjgaAI/AAAAAAAAETI/A8EOp8117dc/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406840841067063298" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Swj1GSjgaAI/AAAAAAAAETI/A8EOp8117dc/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Swj0X_lobbI/AAAAAAAAETA/7oDWuWC0l8U/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406840045701721522" style="WIDTH: 320px; 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HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Swj0WwCnBBI/AAAAAAAAESo/zNl8s0y_tCg/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Swj0WZ9HC4I/AAAAAAAAESg/qksWtTFLHJQ/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406840018419780482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Swj0WZ9HC4I/AAAAAAAAESg/qksWtTFLHJQ/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SwjzC1eL5_I/AAAAAAAAESY/hdeOPWSOEYo/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406838582697256946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SwjzC1eL5_I/AAAAAAAAESY/hdeOPWSOEYo/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SwjzCj8b0-I/AAAAAAAAESQ/JI7lG3PTTl8/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406838577992291298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SwjzCj8b0-I/AAAAAAAAESQ/JI7lG3PTTl8/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SwjzCJqEqYI/AAAAAAAAESI/eeVr3cGtB00/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406838570935953794" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SwjzCJqEqYI/AAAAAAAAESI/eeVr3cGtB00/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SwjzBxKZ37I/AAAAAAAAESA/5R5-rqkbxhI/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406838564360675250" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SwjzBxKZ37I/AAAAAAAAESA/5R5-rqkbxhI/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SwjzBYzjB3I/AAAAAAAAER4/nwprapD02J8/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406838557822355314" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SwjzBYzjB3I/AAAAAAAAER4/nwprapD02J8/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-2087857120210707864?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2087857120210707864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2087857120210707864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/11/pictures-from-postcard.html' title='Pictures from a Postcard'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Swj1HPk25PI/AAAAAAAAETY/NKk-i9RIvYc/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-6383392800431175388</id><published>2009-11-21T23:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T00:05:43.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hermes Gave His Sandals To Weekends, I Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406833705266868626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Swjum7oKcZI/AAAAAAAAERQ/4-4ePka32kI/s200/viviana-volpicella1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After seeing this outfit on Garance Dore's site, I really wish I had a billowy bright top and khaki shorts!!!&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406833711330646562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SwjunSN4WiI/AAAAAAAAERY/_Rm_zthU9-0/s200/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!").&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 11.00 (or rather- &lt;em&gt;was woken up&lt;/em&gt;) just in time for lunch at 11.30.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406833718493674450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Swjuns5re9I/AAAAAAAAERg/tWNpiv1opa4/s200/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406833726924994466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SwjuoMT3N6I/AAAAAAAAERo/9zJ3rkVnM7Y/s200/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at the buffet restaurant, Next2 (the Chao Phraya River), for lunch. Here are their toothpicks!&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose dolls falling over and being eaten by catfish are not a problem in zee French world... just kidding.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SwjuoeSvYyI/AAAAAAAAERw/E9v9DRErnTI/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406833731752125218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SwjuoeSvYyI/AAAAAAAAERw/E9v9DRErnTI/s200/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;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...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More pictures coming up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-6383392800431175388?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/6383392800431175388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/6383392800431175388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/11/hermes-gave-his-sandals-to-weekends-i.html' title='Hermes Gave His Sandals To Weekends, I Promise'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Swjum7oKcZI/AAAAAAAAERQ/4-4ePka32kI/s72-c/viviana-volpicella1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-7669538454426347412</id><published>2009-11-19T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T05:00:23.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Confuzzled Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SwU_ofBCF5I/AAAAAAAAERI/P6CGq1uHraI/s1600/cheveux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405796892481296274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SwU_ofBCF5I/AAAAAAAAERI/P6CGq1uHraI/s320/cheveux.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo credit: &lt;a href="http://www.garancedore.fr/en/page/9/"&gt;http://www.garancedore.fr/en/page/9/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I have been appearing offline one time too many because Sher forgot to tell me she'd abandoned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TAC&lt;/span&gt; and I! Oh, the tears. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;must've&lt;/span&gt; been because I failed to convert to The Dark Side and remained staunchly devoted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iconning&lt;/span&gt; mainly &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;angmohs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, to be crude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): I DIDN'T &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MEAAAAAAAAN&lt;/span&gt; IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, next: one trillion banners. And icons. To apologise for anniversaries past that I have so rudely missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IASAS&lt;/span&gt; MUN today- one word- AWESOME. Okay, and maybe &lt;em&gt;unforgettable &lt;/em&gt;too, and &lt;em&gt;missed&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Iwannagobacksobadlybutthen&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/em&gt;and also &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. 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 &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Obliviate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;spell on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then tomorrow it's the long fall back down to Earth... to Spanish, Journalism, P.E. and English, in that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified I didn't do enough for English. The instructions said &lt;em&gt;journal reflection or video&lt;/em&gt;, 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. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Krocker&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;deprove&lt;/span&gt; by a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;WHOO&lt;/span&gt;! (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- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Varun&lt;/span&gt; did say they wanted something more light-hearted but it seems I am incapable of doing that in my journalistic skills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-7669538454426347412?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/7669538454426347412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/7669538454426347412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-confuzzled-musings.html' title='Little Confuzzled Musings'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SwU_ofBCF5I/AAAAAAAAERI/P6CGq1uHraI/s72-c/cheveux.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-3125923308121988186</id><published>2009-11-18T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T04:29:52.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IASAS MUN TOMORROW!</title><content type='html'>IASAS MUN tomorrow, at the UN building downtown! I'm half excited, half scared out of my pants because I'm a total newbie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(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.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... 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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-3125923308121988186?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/3125923308121988186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/3125923308121988186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/11/iasas-mun-tomorrow.html' title='IASAS MUN TOMORROW!'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-726845561773100582</id><published>2009-11-16T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:00:36.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Let Me Fall</title><content type='html'>I swear, my life has been so much better since I created a "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lookbook&lt;/span&gt;" folder for my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hotmail&lt;/span&gt; inbox. Since then, my inbox has been so happily uncluttered with tons of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOOKBOOK&lt;/span&gt;.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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Helgeson&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;new Taylor Swift. Except... she's more an English version of Carla &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bruni&lt;/span&gt;, I guess. Oh, wait, Carla &lt;em&gt;does &lt;/em&gt;sing in English- but C's voice in French translated. Yes, that's it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K8gNxzrJ4mk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K8gNxzrJ4mk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fertal&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;SSS &lt;a href="http://www.seaofshoes.typepad.com/"&gt;www.seaofshoes.typepad.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;RCFA &lt;a href="http://www.redcarpet-fashionawards.com/"&gt;www.redcarpet-fashionawards.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TCH &lt;a href="http://www.theclothes.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.theclothes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WWW &lt;a href="http://www.whowhatwear.com/"&gt;www.whowhatwear.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TS &lt;a href="http://www.thesartorialist.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.thesartorialist.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D I have about 4 minutes left, pooh, so some GD-ing for me and then I'm off. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-726845561773100582?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/726845561773100582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/726845561773100582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-let-me-fall.html' title='Don&apos;t Let Me Fall'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-7274161074412684975</id><published>2009-11-16T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T04:55:04.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming 'Apology' Batch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SwFLBHaf67I/AAAAAAAAEQI/H9JI8DSpid0/s1600/2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404683510363450290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SwFLBHaf67I/AAAAAAAAEQI/H9JI8DSpid0/s320/2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Upcoming is my 'apology batch' for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TAC&lt;/span&gt;- 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;iconning&lt;/span&gt;. Needless to say there will probably be an 'apology skin' as well- I lied when I said I was off hiatus!&lt;br /&gt;Preview of batch -for once I &lt;em&gt;saved as draft &lt;/em&gt;instead of &lt;em&gt;published&lt;/em&gt;- at left, Ashley Olsen. I find her more fashionable than her sister, as she has the ability to, most of the time, make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oversize&lt;/span&gt; hobo look extremely enticing.&lt;br /&gt;To remind myself: base credits &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sweetandtalented&lt;/span&gt;, as well as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Photobucket&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-7274161074412684975?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/7274161074412684975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/7274161074412684975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/11/upcoming-apology-batch.html' title='Upcoming &apos;Apology&apos; Batch'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SwFLBHaf67I/AAAAAAAAEQI/H9JI8DSpid0/s72-c/2.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-7070862546620967718</id><published>2009-11-16T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T03:46:18.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Monologue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LeiLHFeSMfk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LeiLHFeSMfk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know how I could've lived without this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-7070862546620967718?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/7070862546620967718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/7070862546620967718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-my-monologue.html' title='In My Monologue...'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-9070651157529550455</id><published>2009-11-15T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T03:20:38.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback-</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sv_jFtlSFDI/AAAAAAAAEOw/RDfnIu5OW-A/s1600-h/teenvoguedecjan09.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404287765142705202" style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sv_jFtlSFDI/AAAAAAAAEOw/RDfnIu5OW-A/s320/teenvoguedecjan09.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sv_jE8z6GsI/AAAAAAAAEOo/cRXUF9YBFiA/s1600-h/teenvoguedecjan09-2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404287752050711234" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sv_jE8z6GsI/AAAAAAAAEOo/cRXUF9YBFiA/s320/teenvoguedecjan09-2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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, &lt;em&gt;above&lt;/em&gt;) from Asia Books today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-9070651157529550455?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/9070651157529550455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/9070651157529550455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/11/flashback.html' title='Flashback-'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sv_jFtlSFDI/AAAAAAAAEOw/RDfnIu5OW-A/s72-c/teenvoguedecjan09.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-2527753357300614098</id><published>2009-11-09T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T05:09:48.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>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.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, overheard conversation that made me bite the insides of my cheeks and try not to laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: *singing*&lt;br /&gt;B: Who's Gandhi again?&lt;br /&gt;A: Some guy who... er... made India a better place.&lt;br /&gt;B: Oh, really? *pause* I thought he was a terrorist, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ROFL ROFL ROFL ROFL I DIDN'T KNOW THERE WERE PEOPLE LIKE YOU IN THE WORLD HEEEHEEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-2527753357300614098?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2527753357300614098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2527753357300614098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-1498322582984105724</id><published>2009-11-08T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:32:47.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Realise</title><content type='html'>YESSSSSS. I knew someday listening to random songs on my iPod would serve &lt;em&gt;some &lt;/em&gt;purpose. Today's purpose: my first time listening to &lt;em&gt;Realize &lt;/em&gt;by Colbie Caillat in a very long time made me remember the name of the &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4434765/1/Just_Realise"&gt;fan fiction&lt;/a&gt; which I read a very long time ago and just &lt;em&gt;couldn't remember the title&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very satisfied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-1498322582984105724?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/1498322582984105724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/1498322582984105724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-realise.html' title='Just Realise'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-6183541404813585168</id><published>2009-11-07T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T02:20:13.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause Maybe It's True/That I Can't Live Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5mXK9psBITw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5mXK9psBITw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two Is Better Than One- Boys Like Girls (Ft. Taylor Swift)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn you Taylor Swift. Ever heard of &lt;em&gt;too much &lt;/em&gt;talent?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have left Physics homework (send Ms Perkins our wonderful force graph with an optical illusion on it! awesome much?) and World Civ. research, which I am dreading because I do remember Asoka and it took so much time ): and I'm so determined to at least go to the gym for half an hour or something to run!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which probably means I should get off Blogger and FB, yes siree. But short update first because I feel so guilty for not doing anything- I mean, LOOK AT MY TAGBOARD PEOPLE, don't you feel sad, because it's so... so... Jurassic?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moss is growing. Practically. Can't. You. See. It???!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;spent the &lt;em&gt;whole &lt;/em&gt;of yesterday voraciously devouring Eva Ibbotson's &lt;em&gt;The Reluctant Heiress&lt;/em&gt;, previously published as &lt;em&gt;Magic Flutes &lt;/em&gt;as I'd thought. I think it might be Eva's last YA book!! Damn it. I should've read slowly, I know, but once you've started you can't stop- try it. I dare you to. All of her YA books are written so well. I only hope I could be half as good a writer as she is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, went to Platinum in the morning and kind of went overboard. I was looking for the shop with Liberty-print dresses that I'd seen last time and despite following my instinct (which is usually right... in shopping malls) I couldn't find it. So we got distracted and bought 5 other dresses (and 1 top- shh) instead. But they're all very nice and a welcome change from the less dressy dresses I have in my closet that I rarely wear. I can foresee alternating the dresses for CCD, and someone coming up to me and saying, "Why do you always wear the same dresses?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also bought a VERY CUTE cocktail ring. It's absolutely ridiculous. My mother didn't want to buy it for me and I could tell my father was like, Why did you buy this? It's creamish-golden, with a dragon on it. Non-adjustable but fits very well and the ring has a pattern of scales on it- and the dragon has these little crystals, and black onyx-like beads for eyes, and it has a pearl clamped in its jaws. It's probably the most ornamental ring I have and I LOVE IT *____*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, enough starry eyes. (I nearly bought a shimmery top today except it was 200 baht and even though my mother and I liked it a lot it wasn't quite worth it. So cool though- the sleeves were LITERALLY CUT from the cloth. There were no threads at all. First time I've seen it.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I spent way too much money. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Homework time!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-6183541404813585168?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/6183541404813585168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/6183541404813585168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/11/cause-maybe-its-truethat-i-cant-live.html' title='&apos;Cause Maybe It&apos;s True/That I Can&apos;t Live Without You'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-6560256274661576332</id><published>2009-11-04T05:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T05:35:17.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Be Afraid- Just Jump Then Fall</title><content type='html'>IF I DON'T STOP LISTENING TO &lt;em&gt;JUMP THEN FALL &lt;/em&gt;SOON I AM GOING TO START SINGING IT AT THE TOP OF MY VOICE IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS, OR PERHAPS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CORRIDOR WHEN SOME SENIOR CAN CONVENIENTLY STOP TO ASK IF I HAVE HAD MY BRAIN CHECKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very brief update- Maths test ok, Spanish quiz ok, Physics test was FORGOTTEN -or maybe subtly postponed- English common assessment was, in my view, a failure but very possibly a pass anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-6560256274661576332?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/6560256274661576332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/6560256274661576332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-be-afraid-just-jump-then-fall.html' title='Don&apos;t Be Afraid- Just Jump Then Fall'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-5935684783082606944</id><published>2009-11-03T02:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T02:44:57.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Belong To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/murYvyEzpUM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/murYvyEzpUM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carla Bruni- You Belong To Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This woman is amazing. I now know why she and Michelle O are always being put together. They are awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-5935684783082606944?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/5935684783082606944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/5935684783082606944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-belong-to-me.html' title='You Belong To Me'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-864475634995198326</id><published>2009-11-03T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T02:09:10.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attempt at Songwriting #...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Too many times I've listened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;to your lies, and thought that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;maybe, this time's the last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Too many times I've had my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;every hope and dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;shattered by your insecurities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;And I can't keep trying to figure you out, no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Can't keep letting you in when you knock on my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;One day, honey, you're going to stand on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;I'm not going to let you hurt me any more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;This is the first time I've stood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;free of your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Don't bother reading that. AAAH. It's going in the virtual rubbish bin of doomed writings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-864475634995198326?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/864475634995198326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/864475634995198326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/11/attempt-at-songwriting.html' title='Attempt at Songwriting #...'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-470781798097613136</id><published>2009-11-02T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T05:00:57.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>?Verdad o No?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algún persona decía me que&lt;br /&gt;Tú me amabas siempre;&lt;br /&gt;¿Entonces, podría que cierto?&lt;br /&gt;¿O estaba soñando con esto?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some person told me that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You still loved me;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, could this be true?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or was I dreaming?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;that's my very rough, possibly incorrect translation of the refrain of the previously posted/translated song into Spanish with the help of SpanishDict.com. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I am not very sure about the last sentence so if anyone is 100% fluent please correct me if necessary!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-470781798097613136?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/470781798097613136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/470781798097613136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/11/verdad-o-no.html' title='?Verdad o No?'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-4837312122987025074</id><published>2009-11-02T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:45:48.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quelqu'un M'a Dit</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;meeting you was fate&lt;br /&gt;becoming your friend was a choice&lt;br /&gt;but falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;was beyond my control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-from one of Dao's profile picture descriptions (of L.A., but it's a beautiful quote nonetheless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already mentioned Carla Bruni's fabulous French song for the (500) Days of Summer soundtrack and I just found out it wasn't sung specially for it, it was from a previous epynomous album. Since I don't speak French I had to copy and paste the title in... as I will the lyrics... but I found a video with the English translation and it's beautiful. Typed it out on Microsoft Word and pasted it below so my fellow non-French-speakers can read it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The song is beautiful even without knowing the meaning of the lyrics so watch the music video first if you want.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music video:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XvyMG0z0FZY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XvyMG0z0FZY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soundtrack version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rd4-sIRXRH4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rd4-sIRXRH4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English translation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5dtq3be6Y90&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5dtq3be6Y90&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lyrics (from last video):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,&lt;br /&gt;Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses.&lt;br /&gt;On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud que de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteaux pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm told that our lives aren't worth much,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They pass in an instant, like wilting roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm told that time slipping by is a bastard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Making its coat of our sorrows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet someone told me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Que tu m'aimais encore,&lt;br /&gt;C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore.&lt;br /&gt;Serais ce possible alors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you still loved me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone told me that you still loved me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well? Could that be possible?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous&lt;br /&gt;Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout&lt;br /&gt;Parais qu'le bonheur est à portée de main,&lt;br /&gt;Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou&lt;br /&gt;Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm told that fate makes fun of us,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That it gives us nothing and promises everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When happiness seems to be within our reach,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We reach out and find ourselves like fools-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet someone told me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Refrain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais qui est ce qui m'a dit que toujours tu m'aimais?&lt;br /&gt;Je ne me souviens plus c'était tard dans la nuit,&lt;br /&gt;J'entend encore la voix, mais je ne vois plus les traits&lt;br /&gt;"Il vous aime, c'est secret, lui dites pas que j'vous l'ai dit"&lt;br /&gt;Tu vois quelqu'un m'a dit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So who said that you still loved me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't remember any more- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was late at night;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can still hear the voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I can no longer see the face:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He loves you, it's secret;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't tell him I told you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see, someone told me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tu m'aimais encore, me l'a t'on vraiment dit...&lt;br /&gt;Que tu m'aimais encore, serais ce possible alors ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you still loved me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did someone really tell me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that you still loved me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, could that be possible?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,&lt;br /&gt;Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses&lt;br /&gt;On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud&lt;br /&gt;Que de nos tristesses il s'en fait des manteaux,&lt;br /&gt;Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm told that our lives aren't worth much,&lt;br /&gt;They pass in an instant, like wilting roses&lt;br /&gt;I'm told that time slipping by is a bastard&lt;br /&gt;Making its coat of our sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;Yet someone told me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Refrain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-4837312122987025074?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4837312122987025074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Then Fall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forever and Always (Piano)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Untouchable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Come In With The Rain (NO VIDEO ON YOUTUBE!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Superstar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Other Side of the Door&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(500) Days of Summer Soundtrack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...too many lovely songs on it to list, but I do love Carla Bruni's French song... and the song they use on the trailer, I think, and in the beginning of the movie, &lt;strong&gt;Us&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-4835893508638585524?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4835893508638585524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4835893508638585524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-contagious.html' title='It&apos;s Contagious'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-2632264494245328966</id><published>2009-11-01T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T03:54:26.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ommmmmmmm...</title><content type='html'>I was so busy being mad I forgot all about my extensive weekend update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am still mad, by the way, but chilled down enough to provide you with the details of my very interesting weekend!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Plaza Athenee for lunch and very, very brief recce. The lunch was alright- liked the char siew paos and corn soup. (I love corn soup.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got stuck in a jam but eventually made it to MBK (they'd closed the flyover so we had to take a longer route). Did not find the solid-coloured flare skirts I wanted (I doubt they have it anyway as that's more a Platinum thing), but I did find a very pretty clutch for 199 Baht. (It's not oversize or envelope like I'd envisaged, but it's a lot more ladylike. And it was supposedly less cheap-looking than the denim quilted bag I'd originally wanted, for the same price.) With the help of Colour Lovers, the clutch is &lt;a href="http://www.colourlovers.com/color/D4D9A0/Investmentinolives_3"&gt;olive-coloured&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also did something I haven't done in &lt;em&gt;years&lt;/em&gt;- bought a cheap watch. It was 250 Baht (knocked off 40 baht) but the thing is, it doesn't have any gigantic logos or fake diamonds plastered all over the place. It's multi-strapped, dark brown leather with a simple white analog face that says 'QUARTZ' in tiny black capitals. So it actually doesn't look like it cost 250 Baht, which is excellent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got caught in a major jam coming home which left us all super tired and kind of grumpy. Went to Man-U Cafe for dinner (pizza!). Saw Bryan Robson- okay, so I don't really know him, but according to my mother he's really famous in football so yay us? He coaches the Thailand team now and was eating dinner with Uncle Joe and his brother, both of whom came over to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Dad was working, so he dropped us off to church (sub for catechism- very nice sub, very horrible people I had to work with- quote, "Oh, I don't care if he's messed up, he's hot" unquote) and then Mum and I went to Central to eat at Greyhound. I bought a pair of shorts from Blue Corner. They're really soft! Again, I can't decide their colour. It was kind of khaki in the shop, then olive in the taxi, then when I put it in the laundry it looked... grey. Maybe I am going colour-blind...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took BTS to Emporium to buy bread and yoghurt. Got distracted and &lt;strong&gt;made an impulse buy&lt;/strong&gt;. I MUST STOP IMPULSE BUYS. This happened to be a pair of stone earrings- blue and red with a transparent bead in the middle. They cost about 200 Baht which to me was expensive but Mum said they were nice (for an impulse buy...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took BTS again to Robinson's to top up Mum's card. &lt;strong&gt;Said no to impulse buy here!!! &lt;/strong&gt;The pink ballet flats were really nice but my toes were kind of screaming, "I'M GETTING SQUISHED!!!!" so thankfully I said no (c'mon, 600+ Baht for a pair of uncomfortable shoes??) but Mum bought a very pretty pair of white shoes from her favourite brand, FOF. (I'll admit they're comfy. But their designs are a little too Mum for me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then home. So tired. Simmering off from last post- hopefully a bath will make it all better. I have to be all smiles for tomorrow... swimming...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-2632264494245328966?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2632264494245328966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2632264494245328966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/11/ommmmmmmm.html' title='Ommmmmmmm...'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-4371972016740360546</id><published>2009-11-01T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T03:24:12.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;I should've known this was going to happen. At least- I knew, but I shouldn't have let myself &lt;em&gt;hope &lt;/em&gt;that it wouldn't. Damn it! I fear I am becoming like Lord Voldemort- I hate depending on others when I already have a fixed ideal. (Of course this makes me hell for teamwork but &lt;em&gt;shhh&lt;/em&gt;!) I am so &lt;em&gt;hopping mad &lt;/em&gt;right now!!! Why did this have to happen? Now my entire Sunday night is ruined, and so is tomorrow, and so is maybe Tuesday. I don't know why I am getting so mad over what seems to be a trivial matter but it may be that I spent an ENTIRE AFTERNOON AND NIGHT -that is about 4.30 PM to around 7 or 8 PM- working hard. And look. I was so stressed that day I nearly cried when my mother tried to get me to eat dinner instead of check my mail because checking my mail had been the only break in about 3 or 4 hours. SEE! I knew it. I KNEW I SHOULD'VE ALLOCATED MORE TIME. And maybe done this alone. ALONE. Damn it!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning&lt;/strong&gt;: the information above may prove insulting if you translate it back to a readable font. Therefore, I advise readers to just treat it as art. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Silently appreciate the many exclamation marks that went into it, and find rest in knowing that the words "Damn it!" is indeed in there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-4371972016740360546?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4371972016740360546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4371972016740360546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/11/damn-it.html' title='Damn It!'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-4356544607715376376</id><published>2009-10-29T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:51:34.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Periodo Libre en ... the Library</title><content type='html'>Yes, my Spanish is not as fluent as I thought it was! I think library is &lt;em&gt;biblioteca&lt;/em&gt;, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, anyway, I'm in free period in the library, going to see Ms Tara in ES Library soon and then collect my mugshots- can't wait to see them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems Swift is going out with Lautner and I don't know what to make of that, because L looked so cute with Gomez ): Oh well. Minor gossipy airhead report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished Physics, only have Alg Review left but I don't have a T/B and anyway after period 6 I will have the World Civ. PPT to work on. !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the (500) Days of Summer soundtrack (and CD- when it comes out). I am predicting it will be as rewatcheable as COAS. Heard the French song by Carla Bruni and it is awesome- even if my mother heard the first part and muttered, "Well, it sounds like talking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am determined to learn &lt;em&gt;For Good &lt;/em&gt;from &lt;em&gt;Wicked&lt;/em&gt;- even if Mita laughs at me for getting the tune wrong! It's my first time singing it, chill! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thriller &lt;/em&gt;performance today during lunch. Amazing. Love Ms Price!! It was like a musical- cue normal cafeteria scene, then suddenly this group of seemingly normal people walk up- except the first one is in torn clothes and all have black eyes and 'blood' drooling down their mouths. Then the music speakers -which I'd assumed were early preparations for Munch &amp;amp; Music- started playing &lt;em&gt;Thriller &lt;/em&gt;by MJ, and the people began dancing. So cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it was a little HSM-y. HSM + Twilight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-4356544607715376376?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4356544607715376376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4356544607715376376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/el-periodo-libre-en-library.html' title='El Periodo Libre en ... the Library'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-5242828654325484279</id><published>2009-10-29T03:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T03:41:37.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyki!</title><content type='html'>New language I am fluent in: &lt;strong&gt;Na'Polish &lt;/strong&gt;(It's the North Pole speak of polar bears.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyki! &lt;/strong&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myki&lt;/strong&gt; Michael Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyka &lt;/strong&gt;Helen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gryka &lt;/strong&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyka &lt;/strong&gt;Joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nimka &lt;/strong&gt;Nimarta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. Er. NO IT'S NEARLY 6 PM! I AM SUCH A SLACKER I HAVEN'T STARTED ON HOMEWORK YET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Civ.&lt;br /&gt;Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Physics (print).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN DO THIS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-5242828654325484279?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/5242828654325484279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/5242828654325484279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/hyki.html' title='Hyki!'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-6221239720456814540</id><published>2009-10-28T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T05:38:49.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Lovely</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;do I want you because you're wonderful, or are you wonderful because I want you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Song: &lt;em&gt;Do I Love You Because You're Beautiful?-&lt;/em&gt; Lea Salonga and Peter Saide)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question, Peter Saide. [STILL CAN'T BELIEVE I WAS PRACTICALLY FIVE METRES FROM YOU, WITH NO BARRIERS, AND DID NOT ASK FOR YOUR AUTOGRAPH!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cough. Anyway- finished &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;homework due tomorrow -MY EYES STILL WATER FROM BOOK 16 OF &lt;em&gt;THE ODYSSEY&lt;/em&gt;- and one question from Maths' 4.5 warm-up because I felt that if I were to be hardworking, it had to be at least &lt;em&gt;an angle question&lt;/em&gt;! You know, the kind where they're like, "Given this diagram, find the unknown angles." Call me a nerd, but they're kind of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh- anyway- what was I going to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the whole point of this post was to inform you guys -because it's so riveting- that I finished all my homework due tomorrow. Yes. Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah- the other day I had this urge to make black or grey polyester wideleg pants, and then decorate them with flickers of neon paint/glitter. You know, where you put paint, then bend the brush (hair?) back, and then FLICK IT UP! Hopefully it wouldn't be too big and splattery because then the pants wouldn't be that nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight I had another urge, this time to don some Sergio Rossi (I wish) zipped (zippered?) strappy heels in black, and a grey slightly pleated dress made of something like hard silk -but not Thai silk- (I can't really name the material), and some hard-rock necklace with tulle and diamonds. And have dark brown hair, long and wavy, delicately draped with a thin necklace of diamonds as a tiara- oh fine, that's a lingering dream from ages ago. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose a little part of me still wants to be a ballerina...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-6221239720456814540?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/6221239720456814540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/6221239720456814540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/too-lovely.html' title='Too Lovely'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-6921405306275583535</id><published>2009-10-28T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T03:42:22.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Yes Juliet</title><content type='html'>I forgot: the main point of me logging onto Blogger was not to post some bimbotic wheeeeeehyper entry, but to post my homework so I can remember them all. It's surprising how much homework has been loaded down!! (Or maybe I'm just spoilt from two days at home recovering. Yes, I think that's it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note to self: TODAY IS WEDNESDAY, NOT MONDAY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For tomorrow:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/strong&gt;- Book 16&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/strong&gt;- Print mini-commentary (YEE!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPANISH&lt;/strong&gt;- Finish up Actividad 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Friday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORLD CIV.&lt;/strong&gt;- Sources, outline key points&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MATHS&lt;/strong&gt;- Warm ups 4.5 and 4.6&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MATHS&lt;/strong&gt;-4.5, 4.6, Algebra Review (optional)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHYSICS&lt;/strong&gt;- Finish up lab note, print&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think it's just the Maths and World Civ. that clogged my agenda up. And English- Book 16 is going to take forever!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright. I'll print out the mini-commentary first. Then I will resolutely GO OFF THE COMPUTER AND FINISH #1 AND #3!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish me luck, TTYL &amp;hearts;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-6921405306275583535?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/6921405306275583535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/6921405306275583535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/check-yes-juliet.html' title='Check Yes Juliet'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-650427997865676102</id><published>2009-10-28T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T03:31:29.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW WOW WOW</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for the lack of an imaginative title- but it must be the flu, my brains haven't been working as of late and besides- I AM SO TOTALLY BAMBOOZLED! IN A GOOD WAY! LIKE THAT TIME I FOUND OUT I WAS GOING TO LEA SALONGA'S CONCERT! OR WHEN SHE SANG 'ON MY OWN' LIVE! BAMBOOOOOOZLED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I must calm down! But- but- my English teacher read my mini-commentary (which turns out, wasn't done in class while I was away- pfft!) and said it was really good! And showed it as an anonymous examplar to another class! BOOMBAZZLED! (You can SEE I'm bo- I mean, bamboozled. I typed, "You san CEE- san CEE-" then kept wondering why it looked so odd.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I'm practically on a self-fuelled hot air balloon now. I can't wait till my mum gets back so I can tell her the good news and dance around her, and she'll give me one of her "It's good, dear, but get out of my way!" looks. I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-650427997865676102?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/650427997865676102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/650427997865676102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow-wow-wow.html' title='WOW WOW WOW'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-4168639023018481801</id><published>2009-10-27T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:34:32.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vg/(500) Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SuaiSTJowrI/AAAAAAAAEOg/YgKEiEKR5OA/s1600-h/500+days+of+summer+blogskin+collage+screenshot.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397179638712156850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SuaiSTJowrI/AAAAAAAAEOg/YgKEiEKR5OA/s320/500+days+of+summer+blogskin+collage+screenshot.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally done- my tribute to the wonder that is &lt;strong&gt;(500) Days of Summer&lt;/strong&gt;. See it &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/305360/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, rate, fave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-4168639023018481801?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4168639023018481801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4168639023018481801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/vg500-days-of-summer.html' title='vg/(500) Days of Summer'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SuaiSTJowrI/AAAAAAAAEOg/YgKEiEKR5OA/s72-c/500+days+of+summer+blogskin+collage+screenshot.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-710542079195271733</id><published>2009-10-26T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:03:20.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Herm... own... ninny!"</title><content type='html'>Inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=303508&amp;amp;action=Preview"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, I'm going to try a form of blending that I'd abandoned once I, very publicly, made a rather horrible mistake. Fotodecadent, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Michael Perry is a sadist. He asked me to remember to finish the Munch &amp;amp; Music article- ON THE STATUS WHICH SAID I WAS SICK. Plus I'd ALREADY finished AND sent the article to 3 people, including him. Hmph. And now FB chat is malfunctioning so I can't go up and chastise him from the comfort of my home. Sacre broccoli!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 2. Visited JT yesterday, while wearing a mask. It's horribly uncomfortable. You can't breathe properly (even more than you can't when you have the flu) and your glasses fog up. But to make it fun I drew a huge green smile on it :D I don't think JT was very amused though. He kept staring at me, like, "Who's this stranger?" He's crawling now- so cute! But very slacker though- one leg propelling, and the other kind of zooming along the ground. We laughed the first time he did it, and he looked at us for a moment as if to say "What!" and then continued to zoom towards his goal. Heh ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borrowed Sway-sim's &lt;em&gt;InStyle &lt;/em&gt;(Drew Barrymore- October). It's AWESOME. I just realised that &lt;em&gt;InStyle &lt;/em&gt;is one of the few mags which doesn't have a horoscope section. Though this saddens me -because it's fun to read the horoscope sections- it also heightens my respect for the magazine. It's a true all-rounder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-710542079195271733?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/710542079195271733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/710542079195271733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/herm-own-ninny.html' title='&quot;Herm... own... ninny!&quot;'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-8087466703513262463</id><published>2009-10-23T03:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T03:34:51.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Money Money</title><content type='html'>Note to self (for blogshopping purposes):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USD 10.00 approx. SGD 13.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;/edit&lt;/strong&gt;] Another note to self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7162524&amp;amp;section_id=6096467"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7162524&amp;amp;section_id=6096467&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-8087466703513262463?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/8087466703513262463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/8087466703513262463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/money-money-money.html' title='Money Money Money'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-3537307177242148246</id><published>2009-10-23T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T03:15:12.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Candles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SuGBsPMl8uI/AAAAAAAAEOY/B2ZOJ4GPq_0/s1600-h/Erge+FINAL.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395736425560142562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SuGBsPMl8uI/AAAAAAAAEOY/B2ZOJ4GPq_0/s400/Erge+FINAL.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SuGBrh8NG6I/AAAAAAAAEOQ/6BYutabdcCI/s1600-h/Da-Ge+collage+edit+FINAL.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395736413411810210" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SuGBrh8NG6I/AAAAAAAAEOQ/6BYutabdcCI/s400/Da-Ge+collage+edit+FINAL.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be in suspense no longer: here are my brothers' birthday presents, done on Photoshop. First one, for Er-ge, is HANDDRAWN and therefore copyrighted; second one, for Da-ge, uses pictures from DeviantArt and a special new font (BlackCasper) downloaded from Dafont for the occasion. Quote credits go to GoodReads.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-3537307177242148246?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/3537307177242148246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/3537307177242148246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday-candles.html' title='Birthday Candles'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SuGBsPMl8uI/AAAAAAAAEOY/B2ZOJ4GPq_0/s72-c/Erge+FINAL.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-5816197242328541078</id><published>2009-10-23T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T03:06:43.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorandum</title><content type='html'>Note: bought grey North Star sneakers yesterday from TM's Bata. I know I'm incorrigible- but my mother said since they're comfy I could buy another pair. (Besides- I went home and checked, the white's a different model and the grey doesn't come with a free pair of extra laces. The grey's also made of a beautiful different material, kind of like wool or flannel. It's cheaper, too, 19.95 compared to 24+.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore the grey pair out today with new Giordano socks (orange! wow).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-5816197242328541078?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/5816197242328541078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/5816197242328541078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/memorandum.html' title='Memorandum'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-855612977315729561</id><published>2009-10-23T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T03:04:49.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lust at First Sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SuF-NzSAzaI/AAAAAAAAEOI/JYfj-HtMBdM/s1600-h/anna-selesneva-by-camilla-akrans-oct-09-aussie-vogue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395732604135722402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SuF-NzSAzaI/AAAAAAAAEOI/JYfj-HtMBdM/s400/anna-selesneva-by-camilla-akrans-oct-09-aussie-vogue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I watched Singapore Idol on Wednesday night- can't help but feel that there's hope for us yet! Kudos (oops) to Charles and Tabitha (did I get her name right?) who sang &lt;em&gt;Fall for You &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Halo &lt;/em&gt;respectively- very well, in my opinion, whatever Ken says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the October 2009 issue of Australia's &lt;em&gt;Vogue &lt;/em&gt;in the supermarket today. I WOULD buy the issue just for the cover but unfortunately my mother wasn't similarly persuaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday presents for my two brothers are done and framed (boy does the printing shop lady scare the hell outta me)- have yet to give it to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Raffles City again today to have lunch with Auntie Marina nearby at Central shopping mall, then Mum and I went to Robinson's to buy a pizza pan. They had some amazing clutches there, but unfortunately the prices were sky-high and my mother deemed my favourites "too old-looking". Pfft! Am determined to go Platinum and buy an oversized clutch now. I saw one last time that was really nice but the shop hadn't opened fully yet so we couldn't buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submitted a Red Carpet Wish to RCFA for Diane Kruger to wear one of Riccardo Tisci's dresses for Givenchy; saw it in Urban and immediately pounced on it, thinking, "DIANE KRUGER! DIANE KRUGER! ARE YOU SEEING THIS?" It's amazingly &lt;em&gt;her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old news: Dad promised me a tablet when I move back to Singapore in December. I can't wait. I'm going to sketch my designs out, colour them in and maybe post them. Therefore my next blog will probably have to wait till then for a proper "opening ceremony". (Need to check the poll- &lt;em&gt;Fallen Sapphires &lt;/em&gt;probably won. I have this itchy idea of my clothing line being called GCMT BY GRACECHRISTIANNE but that's kind of far-fetched dreaming, isn't it?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-855612977315729561?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/855612977315729561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/855612977315729561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/lust-at-first-sight.html' title='Lust at First Sight'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SuF-NzSAzaI/AAAAAAAAEOI/JYfj-HtMBdM/s72-c/anna-selesneva-by-camilla-akrans-oct-09-aussie-vogue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-243027641465711435</id><published>2009-10-22T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T04:34:26.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazine spreads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Gaga'/><title type='text'>Going Gaga over: TOPSHOP!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SuBBAbW4d2I/AAAAAAAAEOA/UTgD4L1aPyM/s1600-h/topshop.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395383829189392226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SuBBAbW4d2I/AAAAAAAAEOA/UTgD4L1aPyM/s400/topshop.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaah, it's finally here: my &lt;strong&gt;homage to TopShop&lt;/strong&gt;, that unreachable heaven... Please excuse the new, horribly extravagant layout styling; I've just rediscovered Adobe Photoshop's backgrounds and graphics. Photo credits: TopShop.com. Bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clockwise from top left (item/colour/price): 1. &lt;strong&gt;Champagne Drape Skirt by Rare, Champagne, £38.00; &lt;/strong&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Sequin Cropped Cardi, Antique Gold, £35.00;&lt;/strong&gt; 3. &lt;strong&gt;AMAZE Feature Heel Boot, Red, £85.00; &lt;/strong&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Rope and Chain Necklace, Blue, £16.00; &lt;/strong&gt;5.&lt;strong&gt; CHRISTOPHER KANE Mesh Sandal, Grey, £95.00;&lt;/strong&gt; 6. &lt;strong&gt;Multistone Shape Ring, Multi, £14.00; &lt;/strong&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Stone Bangle 10 Pack, Blue, £15.00&lt;/strong&gt;; 8. &lt;strong&gt;Lace Hook and Eye Crop Top, Midnight, £25.00;&lt;/strong&gt; 9. &lt;strong&gt;Flannel Peplum Pencil Skirt, Raspberry, £35.00&lt;/strong&gt;&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/9119487738483078049-243027641465711435?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/243027641465711435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/243027641465711435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/going-gaga-over-topshop.html' title='Going Gaga over: TOPSHOP!!!'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SuBBAbW4d2I/AAAAAAAAEOA/UTgD4L1aPyM/s72-c/topshop.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-8475197036973019703</id><published>2009-10-20T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:42:18.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Like Nobody's Watching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/St6sASdqkJI/AAAAAAAAEN4/2l8q6Enqivk/s1600-h/lake2-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394938524592672914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/St6sASdqkJI/AAAAAAAAEN4/2l8q6Enqivk/s400/lake2-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wonder if the quirky GIF animation shown above from The Clothes Horse (&lt;a href="http://www.theclothes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.theclothes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) will show up. If it doesn't (and you see just a still image, or something) please visit her blog, it's amazing ;-) and looks set to be my new Sea of Shoes since I've read all the archives there already.&lt;br /&gt;One down, two more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Dad just gave me a little pill box which I can use for my earrings on my travels. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;/edit&lt;/strong&gt;] So it doesn't work. Sacre broccoli!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-8475197036973019703?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/8475197036973019703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/8475197036973019703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/dance-like-nobodys-watching.html' title='Dance Like Nobody&apos;s Watching'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/St6sASdqkJI/AAAAAAAAEN4/2l8q6Enqivk/s72-c/lake2-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-3802281021645192776</id><published>2009-10-20T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:22:31.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 20 Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Without the dark, we'd never see the stars." -Twilight &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." -Oscar Wilde&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You must do the thing you think you cannot do." -Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"It is our choices, Harry, that show us who we truly are, far more than our abilities." -HPCOS &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"It is better to be hated for what you are than loved for what you are not." -Andres Gide &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." -Dr. Seuss &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love." -Albert Einstein &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"If you don't stand for something you will fall for anything." -Malcolm X &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow." -Mark Twain &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Fairy tales, are more than true. Not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be defeated." -G.K. Chesterton &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Well-behaved women rarely make history." -Laurel Thatcher Ulrich &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live." -HPSS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; "I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally. " -W.C. Fields&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I know God won't give me anything I can't handle. I just wish he didn't trust me so much." -Mother Teresa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; "If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever." -Alfred Lord Tennyson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; "If you can't explain it to a six year old, you don't understand it yourself." -Albert Einstein&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"A fool believes himself to be wise; a wise man knows himself to be a fool." -Shakespeare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." -Robert Frost&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"It's the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter." -Marlene Dietrich&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Of all the things about me that could frighten you, you worry about my driving?" -Twilight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;There'd be more (I was planning on just 10) but you'd get bored. Thanks GoodReads.com (and that lone poster in the Physics classroom- #7)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-3802281021645192776?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/3802281021645192776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/3802281021645192776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/top-20-quotes.html' title='Top 20 Quotes'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-5721712907010798179</id><published>2009-10-20T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:47:30.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the Difference in the World</title><content type='html'>I finally managed to find the quote from &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince &lt;/em&gt;which was half burnt into my mind (p479):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But he understood at last... it was the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a &lt;strong&gt;battle to the death&lt;/strong&gt; and walking into the arena with your &lt;strong&gt;head held high&lt;/strong&gt;. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but [Harry knew] with a rush of&lt;strong&gt; fierce pride&lt;/strong&gt;... that there was &lt;strong&gt;all the difference in the world&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-5721712907010798179?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/5721712907010798179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/5721712907010798179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-difference-in-world.html' title='All the Difference in the World'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-8975784460993134662</id><published>2009-10-20T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:56:42.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Rebound</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all, just a quick update because I've got some stuff to work on (confidential at press time, I'm afraid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a big boombanger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I watched &lt;strong&gt;(500) Days of Summer&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, IT'S AMAZING. If I said more I'd be gushing.&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, I'm still in my dazed mood, as I am whenever I've just watched a good movie or read a good book. Zooey Deschanel will never be the same to me ever again... I'm intrigued by how the story seems to be a story &lt;em&gt;behind &lt;/em&gt;The Story, which would usually circle around Summer's marriage and not her relationship &lt;em&gt;before &lt;/em&gt;the marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entertaining one-liner took place when my mother, brother and I were discussing the movie:&lt;br /&gt;Me: I LOVE Zooey Deschanel! [in defense]&lt;br /&gt;Mum: I just think that girl was &lt;strong&gt;heartless.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da-ge: Most girls are like that.&lt;br /&gt;[big silence]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way she was, but &lt;em&gt;c'est la vie&lt;/em&gt;, non?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we watched it at Cineleisure Orchard and then kind of walked around the area for a bit because my mother wanted to get a book for Katherine, and also she was collecting her truckload (just kidding) of SIA umbrellas for her upcoming MACT luncheon. Inspired by Zooey's make-up in one part of the film, I hunted through Sephora and Watson's before settling on one of Canmake's eyeshadow trios. I couldn't decide between two: the texture's really nice, almost creamy, but while one set had this beautiful antique gold colour, the other had the bronze I was &lt;em&gt;originally &lt;/em&gt;looking for. So: goal, or temptation? (Just like Odysseus. Hhmmph.)&lt;br /&gt;Settled for goal. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also purchased November's &lt;em&gt;InStyle&lt;/em&gt;; still kind of sad about my economic decision to &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;buy October's since Sway sim already has it. I have this collector's urge about me still, like how I kill myself for not buying... July's, I think. Or June's. I remember seeing it but thinking that since I didn't know Rebecca Romjin that well I wouldn't buy it. HMPH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Changi Airport for dinner with De-gu and Big-Ah-ku who was in Singapore and left for KL last night. We ate at TCC, which was okay... (Liked my Oreo milk shake though ;-)) T3's kind of nice, even if T1's still the only one which exudes that homely charm. We're split between the three; T1's the &lt;em&gt;original&lt;/em&gt;, T2's where we always go and has everything you need, T3 is just the height of mod right now even if its A/Cs look like eyeballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(TCC's sofa looks like intestines. Pshhhhhh!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-8975784460993134662?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/8975784460993134662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/8975784460993134662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-rebound.html' title='On The Rebound'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-4551450408632223404</id><published>2009-10-19T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T05:38:06.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlnextdooritis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/StxdVKcbjJI/AAAAAAAAENw/tN7cHmaSs-I/s1600-h/girlnextdooritis+screenshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394289071845248146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/StxdVKcbjJI/AAAAAAAAENw/tN7cHmaSs-I/s400/girlnextdooritis+screenshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/304062/"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/info/304062/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Personally I think this skin is perfectly deserving of an SOTD (way to break out of a hiatus, I say) but won't get one because it's late and not enough people go to BS at night to get me one of my unattainable goals; BUT &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO RATE AND FAVE ANYWAY&lt;/span&gt;, we've never been ones to stick to the common mold, no? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-4551450408632223404?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4551450408632223404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4551450408632223404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/girlnextdooritis.html' title='Girlnextdooritis'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/StxdVKcbjJI/AAAAAAAAENw/tN7cHmaSs-I/s72-c/girlnextdooritis+screenshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-7836757129073366040</id><published>2009-10-19T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T04:52:04.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Done, Done and Done</title><content type='html'>Went to Elias Green today (SOB SOB SOB- THE ENTIRE HOUSE IS EMPTY- but they still have my old hula hoop and the nails from our erstwhile Hall of Fame- PICTURES UPCOMING, I TOOK LOADS FOR SENTIMENTALITY'S SAKE) and visited our house (handover November; can we just say "I &lt;em&gt;don't &lt;/em&gt;want to give it to you"?) and neighbours. Then went to White Sands with Mum and Da-ge and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;finally found my dream sneakers&lt;/span&gt;! North Star finally listened and made a white version of the light grey pair I'd been eyeing! Back in... September, I think, they had black and light grey versions for 19.90, and now they come in navy, white, black, light grey and bright purple, for 24.95. Desperately eyed navy, white and purple; bought white firstly because they're the ones on my wishlist and secondly because -this second reason stood on slightly wobbly grounds- a girl in ISB has a navy lookalike and they look kind of horrible, and the purple would be hard to match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tampines with Mum (Da-ge went home first to study for his exams) and bought a pair of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nerdy socks from Uniqlo!&lt;/span&gt; Yes, nerdy, I don't know what's wrong with me, even my grandmother asked me if they were "in trend" and that she didn't think they were that nice. Oh no &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I MUST BE GOING CRAZY&lt;/span&gt;! But they do look adorable in an aforementioned nerdy way. The label says "beige" but it's really kind of brownish knit. They look like something a Professor of Boring Academics might wear, but when scrunched down (they're almost knee-high but a bit tight when worn &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;high) they look acceptably cute with the new NS sneakers. (Of course, both my brother and grandmother had to refute that judgment. But I'm hoping my mum won't.) Now I'm wondering if I should've bought the bright blue non-knit version instead; my mother refused to buy me 3 (4 for 14.90) and used the discount to buy my dad 3 pairs of black socks. (Can you yawn? His black socks are quite cool, though. I'm envisaging them over black leggings...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum left me then to go visit 2 of her friends, while I wandered around (nonchalantly: "I'll probably take half an hour... just looking around...") for slightly over an hour. But THANK GOODNESS I curbed my excessive spending. I was rather sleepy and developing a headache from the number of songs being pounded from the speakers in EVERY SINGLE DAMN SHOP so, despite getting tempted by a lot of things, managed to spend just SGD11.55 before I went home. (If you think that's a lot... I used to spend about 25 dollars every visit. So yay me! Next goal: TEN DOLLARS AND UNDER, ALRIGHT.) Bought gifts for Mum and Ching Ying. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Couldn't resist &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;temptations&lt;/span&gt; and bought a pair of diamond studs for myself (I lost my old pair and this one was only 1.20 even though now I know they're kind of hard to take off), as well as the set of 3 bangles ("fish bone" + pearl) that I bought for Sway Sim in September from Montip. (I COULDN'T RESIST: I almost stole them last time, when they were the only set left in the shop, but thank goodness they stocked 1 more set this time. Just one, and I took it! Finders keepers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So considering 1/2 were gifts and 1/4 was (kind of) necessary....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-7836757129073366040?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/7836757129073366040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/7836757129073366040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/done-done-and-done.html' title='Done, Done and Done'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-702714158956343825</id><published>2009-10-19T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T04:41:06.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manos Al Aire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;currently loving&lt;/span&gt; Nelly Furtado's Manos Al Aire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;currently dreaming&lt;/span&gt; Topshop + Duffy's Rain on your Parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;currently needing&lt;/span&gt; to buy new sketch book (MINE FINISHED! ALREADY!) and do Topshop homage collage (that rhymes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;si no estas aqui (if you're not here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-702714158956343825?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/702714158956343825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/702714158956343825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/manos-al-aire.html' title='Manos Al Aire'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-4547212468605865046</id><published>2009-10-18T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T06:28:11.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pounding the Pavements in Steel-Tipped Boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/StsWjGZKStI/AAAAAAAAENo/nyYGfSLqCLE/s1600-h/carolinebxoxo.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393929770973678290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/StsWjGZKStI/AAAAAAAAENo/nyYGfSLqCLE/s320/carolinebxoxo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lookbook.nu/user/6412-Caroline-B"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; one of my favourite Lookbook contributers, &lt;strong&gt;Caroline B.&lt;/strong&gt;, a fashion editor from Stockholm, Sweden. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black seems to be her principal colour, and her outfits are always effortlessly pulled together, looking classy and yet always managing to have a little hint of trendiness. (Not to mention she's a natural beauty- something not all of us can boast of ;-( haha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Image Source: &lt;a href="http://lookbook.nu/look/240981-thigh-high"&gt;http://lookbook.nu/look/240981-thigh-high&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to post a more normal all-over-the-place update, but then Mum found out Mass was at 6.00 and not 6.30 as we'd assumed- and it was 5.45! So naturally we went all lunatic in trying to get ready on time. Thankfully a cab was at hand and we managed to get there only about two minutes late. *cue big sigh!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might've spotted Neil and Victoria at the service but I'm not too sure, didn't say hi to either. Father Fred again- WHY DO WE NEVER GET FATHER GREG? I miss Father Greg ): he's so nice. And he blessed me before I went to Vietnam (his home country), I still remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I haven't posted about this already- went to Raffles City today, got 5 CDs (downloaded all onto iTunes already- it's &lt;em&gt;high time &lt;/em&gt;I listened to something that wasn't Taylor Swift, Marie Digby or the &lt;em&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic &lt;/em&gt;soundtrack) and am now UTTERLY ENAMOURED with? of? TOPSHOP. I now know and respect why so many people worship it as their haven (Heaven?) but do not understand still why so many people can purchase its stuff on a regular basis. It is EXPENSIVE, man! Maybe in the UK it's cheaper. *eyes gleam*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming: little collage to pay homage to TopShop. But might not come too soon- it's 9.30 PM, I'm sleepy, and tomorrow we're going gallivating to visit Elias Green before all remnants of our existence are wiped out (CUE SOBS- I AM GOING TO BE RED-EYED TOMORROW) and some old neighbours of ours, plus Mum's friend ;) Maybe I'll manage to persuade Mum (I typed &lt;em&gt;pursuade&lt;/em&gt;- WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?) to go to Elias Mall and get her hair done, she didn't like the dye job the guy downstairs did and I agree. Only the hairstylists at E.M. do it right ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-4547212468605865046?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4547212468605865046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4547212468605865046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/pounding-pavements-in-steel-tipped.html' title='Pounding the Pavements in Steel-Tipped Boots'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/StsWjGZKStI/AAAAAAAAENo/nyYGfSLqCLE/s72-c/carolinebxoxo.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-5612910201425427165</id><published>2009-10-18T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T02:35:15.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whistling To Get By</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Terribly sorry for the lack of update. What follows is a very attempting-to-be-literary blog post I wrote on Microsoft Word yesterday afternoon in the lack of (free) Internet access.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Lost My Head In The City Haze&lt;/em&gt;, 6.05 PM, Saturday, 17 October 2009&lt;br /&gt;Swissotel the Stamford Hotel, &lt;em&gt;Singapore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, when looking down from the balcony from our room on the 38th floor, the haze that has drifted over from neighbouring lands and was rumoured to have settled in peaceful abundance over Singapore, is quite noticeable. There is a little junction not quite far from here, marked by a rather quaint clock tower, which is shrouded in an almost yellow atmosphere, like an old photograph. In the distance the buildings are shady. I thought Bangkok was supposed to have worse air pollution than Singapore, but it could be just the hazy month here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s the first time we took Cathay Pacific (airline) and all I can say is I miss Singapore Airlines (quite a lot!). In DEFENSE we have that we’re being economical by saving airfare, and that CP has all our basic needs (food, reclining seat, TV, air stewards and stewardesses, safety). In ATTACK we have a huge hefty sigh and the little kid voice, “SIA’s just better.” Maybe it’s the iconic uniform I miss (DESIGNED BY BALMAIN- who can miss that as a plus point?), or the cheerful stewardesses with their blood red nails and enviable make-up, or their always welcome greetings of “Hello, good morning” and “Thank you, have a nice day” as compared to the rather stale “Hello” and “Bye” we got this afternoon. (It could be, too, that “chicken and rice” turned out to be rice and a very suspicious orange block of spicy ‘chicken’. Yes, it was a block.) My mother didn’t tell me we were taking a flight that’d been from Hong Kong passing through Bangkok; the movies available were very, very limited and even when I opted for the passable “easy listening” playlist, the songs played were different from the ones in the book. (I wanted to hear Kate Winslet sing! Oh, you liars.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All’s well that ends well and anyway we’re closeted in our hotel room already (a surprise from Mum, who thought I would be better off not knowing we’d be spending a night in a posh hotel- I ONLY PACKED ALL MY KOPITIAM CLOTHES!) Mum has gone down to buy some presents and Er-ge is in a room two doors down reading or playing on his computer, I don’t know which. Da-ge is reading and Dad’s in a meeting. Uncle Luke is, too, two doors down. It’s almost comical. A little grouping of people who know each other by various means and are resolutely not talking to each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the shopping mall next door to buy my sport shoes. First stop: New Balance. Crunch and you feel the strange texture of gravel below your feet; it’s true, the shop is one part gravel one part wood. The gravel is to try on shoes, obviously. I found it so incredibly cool. The salesman seemed to have plenty of expertise too, measuring my size (both feet!) using a rather intimidating metal bar, and asking me to walk a few rounds to determine my foot type. Sadly the shoe I was interested in wasn’t available, so despite his offerings to call up Novena and ask them to reserve a pair we went off to the neighbouring Adidas/Nike. While looking at Adidas a very vicious salesgirl came over, asked what I was looking for (running/netball/basketball) (don’t mention tennis… or the fact that we change sports every few weeks…) and promptly said, brutally honestly, “Oh, come to Nike. Adidas is never going to have your shoes.” Dejectedly, we went to Nike, where she pointed out a shoe costing over 200 dollars and said that it was world-class, chosen over all brands and preferred by athletes. She then told me I had a low arch and that the New Balance people were liars. We picked out a 109-dollar shoe. When giving me my size (“You’re an 8, obviously- how could you be a 7??”) she told me that what the New Balance salesman had said was “total bullshit”. Feeling rather down and wishing to go over and give the NB guy a big fat hug, I tried on the shoes. Sadly, they fit. Well. After lots of “do you feel the cushioning?” (it was obvious she thought I was a pro netballer and couldn’t tell that I was only looking for a pair of shoes to get me through PE classes without the soles falling off) we bought it. Walking off we couldn’t resist feeling we’d bought it out of pure intimidation techniques.&lt;br /&gt;Back in the hotel room I tried it on again with Dad’s thinner black socks (they are incredibly cool- high and black, must steal them!) and it seems the Nike shoes are here to stay. I am a complete idiot at telling if shoes are a good fit (if they’re fashion shoes, I look for design, and if they’re for sports I rely totally on my Dad’s opinion) and so I only cross fingers and hope the “athlete, not salesgirl” at Nike was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE LET HER BE RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. I smell very slightly of FLORA by GUCCI. If you didn’t know, that is my total obsession. I try to get samples every time I’m in Changi Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOMEONE RICH, PLEASE BUY ME &lt;strong&gt;FLORA BY GUCCI&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-5612910201425427165?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/5612910201425427165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/5612910201425427165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/whistling-to-get-by.html' title='Whistling To Get By'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-2910877173281885292</id><published>2009-10-12T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T06:05:10.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazine spreads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Inspiration: PASSION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/StMpL21HbRI/AAAAAAAAENY/IVbBLlA0qdE/s1600-h/passion.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391698462566214930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/StMpL21HbRI/AAAAAAAAENY/IVbBLlA0qdE/s400/passion.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll admit I cheated: one, this is &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;a magazine spread, it's a collage; and two, this is not a very good quality one. I just wanted to find some pictures with real VIBRANCY and PASSION and put them together- plus I only had a few minutes, dinner's ready. Credits (and kudos, to use Mr K's overused word) to Fotodecadent for the images.&lt;br /&gt;;) TTYL folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-2910877173281885292?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2910877173281885292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2910877173281885292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/inspiration-passion.html' title='Inspiration: PASSION!'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/StMpL21HbRI/AAAAAAAAENY/IVbBLlA0qdE/s72-c/passion.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-7031890085825328682</id><published>2009-10-12T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T05:42:40.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KA-BOOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/StMjk3qPWII/AAAAAAAAENI/WxXT6mnyfX0/s1600-h/260731_slide5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391692295215995010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/StMjk3qPWII/AAAAAAAAENI/WxXT6mnyfX0/s400/260731_slide5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ignore the horrcheezy title (to the clueless: &lt;strong&gt;horrcheezy &lt;/strong&gt;(noun) horrible + cheesy + boomz). This's a quick update: bought November &lt;strong&gt;TEENVOGUE &lt;/strong&gt;in Kino yesterday, trying to employ self-control as I barrel my way through October's issue (Taylor Lautner- I am slowly crossing to your side, but I remain stubborn and loyal to the memory of Edward).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. If you really care for my personal opinion, I think T.L. is better than R.P. but Edward beats Jacob hands-down. Even if he did pull the "you're better without me" lame-o card. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.P.S. (what does P.S. stand for again?) if you're interested, the poll for &lt;em&gt;what should I name my next blog &lt;/em&gt;hasn't ended but it looks like (from the 7 votes- THANKS PEOPLE!) &lt;strong&gt;fallen sapphires &lt;/strong&gt;is winning. Damn it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S (ditto) I just dug up an old pic from my Pictures folder to put for this post, since I believe pictures make a blog more interesting. If anyone knows where it's from, please tag to tell me because I obviously forgot :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-7031890085825328682?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/7031890085825328682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/7031890085825328682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/ka-boom.html' title='KA-BOOM!'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/StMjk3qPWII/AAAAAAAAENI/WxXT6mnyfX0/s72-c/260731_slide5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-4039763070814142477</id><published>2009-10-11T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T05:02:56.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazine spreads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Gaga'/><title type='text'>Going Gaga over: Blazers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/StHIBPTFO5I/AAAAAAAAENA/EgMOvC7dJPg/s1600-h/blazers.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391310152551185298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/StHIBPTFO5I/AAAAAAAAENA/EgMOvC7dJPg/s400/blazers.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All &lt;em&gt;Inspiration Corner &lt;/em&gt;images as credited, from Lookbook.nu; blazer used is the &lt;a href="http://www.shopbop.com/james-blazer-elizabeth/vp/v=1/845524441848327.htm?folderID=2534374302066388&amp;amp;fm=search-shopbysize"&gt;James blazer&lt;/a&gt; by Elizabeth &amp;amp; James; all accessories by Forever 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether its sleeves are rolled up or down and no matter what the colour, &lt;strong&gt;blazers &lt;/strong&gt;are definitely keepers. Styling options include a T-shirt tucked slightly into the evergreen skinny jeans, and layering with the classic white button-up. A dark horse you might've overlooked under the accessories is the F21 &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category%5Fname=ACC&amp;amp;product%5Fid=1065968675&amp;amp;showBACK=OK"&gt;Vintage Rose Bracelet&lt;/a&gt;. What I like about it is that it's actually a rose brooch attached to two strings of pearls; thus, the brooch can be separated from the bracelets and worn separately. Since brooches are awesome for blazers and pearls are a must-have always (I've come to categorise them as "classic" rather than "grandmotherly") I really wish I could buy it (I'll bet you my parents won't let me)- USD 10.80!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-4039763070814142477?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4039763070814142477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4039763070814142477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/going-gaga-over-blazers.html' title='Going Gaga over: Blazers'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/StHIBPTFO5I/AAAAAAAAENA/EgMOvC7dJPg/s72-c/blazers.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-7218123710069914884</id><published>2009-10-11T03:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T04:39:04.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Look Like a Human in a Chocolate Muffin's Body: the Quest for a Perfect Blazer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/StG27125bYI/AAAAAAAAEM4/9fc6UgM1Saw/s1600-h/yummy_muffin_by_sljokica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391291368125066626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/StG27125bYI/AAAAAAAAEM4/9fc6UgM1Saw/s320/yummy_muffin_by_sljokica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo credit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sljokica.deviantart.com/art/chocolate-muffin-57442659"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yummy Muffin by &lt;em&gt;sljokica &lt;/em&gt;on deviantart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought a nice little blog entry detailing my quest for the perfect blazer would be rather nice, hence my effort to look for a nice picture on DeviantArt, as well as typing out a neatly capitalized and very long title (&lt;em&gt;I Look Like a Human in a Chocolate Muffin's Body: the Quest for a Perfect Blazer&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(By the way- to &lt;em&gt;deviate &lt;/em&gt;from the topic at hand a little- I was just pondering today about the little bottle of that solution, &lt;em&gt;make-up remover&lt;/em&gt;. Isn't it funny, you're paying a company to put something (i.e. make-up)... then paying the same company (or another) to take it off? It must've been a real marketing genius who came up with the idea. Then again, back in the times of Cleopatra -the originator of the kohl cat-eye!- women probably did it to impress men. Pfft!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ANYWAY. It's surprising how once you put your mind to something, GOOD QUALITY STUFF IS REALLY HARD TO FIND IN PLATINUM. But &lt;em&gt;only &lt;/em&gt;when you really want it. Like when I was looking for my quilted shoulder bag, a la Chanel or Topshop- they weren't as ubiquitous as I'd originally thought, plus the ones that were around were dang right expensive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So anyway, when I went to Platinum yesterday, the top thing on my mind to get was a BLAZER. Because if you hadn't noticed, they are EVERYWHERE. (I'm going to do a mag layout on them later, presumably for next post. Image hunting shouldn't be as hard as it was blazer hunting, I hope.) And also this mass-media concept has convinced me that yes, indeedy, blazers DO go with everything. (I remember thinking the same with... oh, well, pretty much everything in my wardrobe. But moving on...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The thing is, I already had one. I bought my first blazer from a market that Mum brought me to to "recce", and while at the time I was really spiffily proud of it, I had to admit the sleeves were a little tight. And it looked grey- but it really was blue and pooh, it didn't go with everything. And it fell rather short of "structured" or "oversize"- which are the two key terms when it comes to blazers now. So while I'm still happily in love with my floral blazer, I decided it was time to go hunting for another one which would suit the clothes my floral one didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(I ended up buying &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Most of the ones we considered were too &lt;em&gt;short &lt;/em&gt;- blazers don't look as nice when they're cropped. Really. And then the others were too &lt;em&gt;cheap &lt;/em&gt;(-looking. Price is never a problem when it's low) or too &lt;em&gt;unstructured&lt;/em&gt;. Again with the key terms. We were HARSH. Finally we delved into a rather crowded store and I announced, quite literally, "Mum, I think I've found my dream blazer." Y'see, in both Lookbook and TeenVogue, there's been the presence of something called a &lt;em&gt;pastel-coloured blazer&lt;/em&gt;- to be specific, pastel pink. My mother called it peach, I called it bubblegum. Light pink anyhow. So we bought it despite the shopkeeper not letting me try it (size didn't turn out to be a prob anyway- yay you, pink blazer!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On our little humdeedum "10 more minutes, THAT'S IT" walk, my mum spotted a rather interesting one. It was made of not-quite-denim, not-quite-cotton, but was definitely that quintessential denim blue colour. What made it interesting were the slight puff shoulders and the ruffles cascading down the sides instead of buttons. They didn't let me try it on at first but eventually gave in when we were about to walk out. Thank goodness they did- it overwhelmed me completely, both the puffs and the ruffles. I'm not exactly of Amazon height, as you guys probably well know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So anyway we dejectedly (me, at least; my mother was quite glad to go) headed to the exit when my mother spotted a &lt;em&gt;Sonrisa &lt;/em&gt;shop (we'd been there before) and said, "Hey, this is the shop I wanted to bring you to! It has quite a lot of jackets. Let's just take a look." Thanking the heavens for my blessed luck we went in. My first try was a chocolate-brown puff-sleeved blazer: hence the title. I LOOKED DOWNRIGHT LIKE A MUFFIN. WITH SPRINKLES ON TOP. No way, Jose. Next try was what I'd originally spotted but wasn't sure if my mother would approve. The shopkeeper said it was cheaper than Muffin Top and younger, which I wholly agreed with. In black or grey in an almost-sateen texture (we chose black; although more ageing, I think grey would've been less versatile) it fit to a T. It had a striped folded-up cuff that I wasn't quite sure of but thankfully I tested it and it could be folded down, out of sight. Brilliant. We knocked 180 B off the hefty price tag (680 B originally; 500 baht is still quite expensive in my mother's opinion but considering the original price AND the fact that the shop is mostly aimed at professional working ladies...) and bought it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I happily skipped off home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;NOW I can't wait for them to come out of the washing machine... We're going to Singapore for the October break (this Saturday!) and something's telling me one or both of the blazers are coming along for the ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;/EDIT&lt;/strong&gt;] I SAW MY STATEMENT NECKLACE IN EMPO! IT WAS EXACTLY THE SAME! and retailing for &lt;strong&gt;1890 baht&lt;/strong&gt;. Guess what I bought it for... &lt;strong&gt;390&lt;/strong&gt;. Wow, that's a 1500 dollar difference (SGD70+ to you).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-7218123710069914884?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/7218123710069914884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/7218123710069914884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-look-like-human-in-chocolate-muffins.html' title='I Look Like a Human in a Chocolate Muffin&apos;s Body: the Quest for a Perfect Blazer'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/StG27125bYI/AAAAAAAAEM4/9fc6UgM1Saw/s72-c/yummy_muffin_by_sljokica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-3484149493809966125</id><published>2009-10-10T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T07:28:01.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hark the Fourteen Candles!</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh.... The world seems different when you've turned a year older. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly birthdays have lost the rosy glow of years past when we used to mark our birthdays with huge birthday parties, satin flowery dresses and beautiful themed cakes made by our mothers (or mine, at least). Now, you're kind of just wondering if people got the hint and got you a blazer, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless I'm glad my birthday's come and part of me is like, "&lt;em&gt;Whaaa? It &lt;/em&gt;passed??" It flew by, particularly since... Wait, I'd might as well start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, 9 October is ISB's Parent-Teacher Conference days, so I get a free day off school, granted I wake up early (6.15AM) to drive to Nichada with my parents. After about two hours of waiting in line and twenty-minute-or-less talks with teachers (my Dad said loudly, "Torres!" to my Spanish teacher, who looked used to it... sort of) we drove home (I fell asleep in the car, despite sleeping at 9PM the night before- I was EXHAUSTED. Maybe it's the groggy-inducing pills I've been taking for my infected jaw muscle or whatever). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum brought Auntie and I to Crepes &amp;amp; Co. (Soi 12) after that- FANTABULOUS. I definitely gained about ten kilos from our extensive lunch: Hawaiian crepe and Canadian pancakes for afters. LOTS of sugar, though I think they balanced it with the huge amount of pineapples in the former. (: Then Auntie went home and Mum and I took the BTS to Emporium for... guess what... grocery shopping. But we passed through Times Square before that and I got a basic white T from Ten &amp;amp; Co. It's not the oversized, pocket one I envisaged but I've got a dark grey version and I know it's awesome, almost like it's tailored for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we bought a HAAGEN DAZ (YAY!) ice cream cake (which is still in the fridge, we forgot to take it with us to sway-chick's house, although dad managed to eat a slice before flying to Singapore) and lots of groceries (INCLUDING 4 LITRES OF MILK) before we took a taxi and promptly got stuck in a 30-min jam. Therefore we embarked on our arm-muscle-training journey back home- first walking (WITH groceries) to the BTS station, then taking said BTS, then hailing a cab at the road-side. Ouch! And then it was 1.5 hours of 9 October gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner Dad sprang it on us that no, it wasn't a homecooked meal, it was dinner at Shang Palace @ Shangri-La! Which is good, but MEANT THAT ALL THAT GROCERY LUGGING ON MY BIRTHDAY WAS FOR NOTHING. Poof. Anyway. Was fun, awesome, pigged out on their soup and prawn and fritters and surprisingly-nice-snow-fish. And tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Sway-chick's house in the morning to "receive" JT, coming home from his week-long sojourn in Singapore. We spent a few hours with him, then Mum finally relented and let me go to Platinum (albeit we took the BTS, which was freezing, but WORTH IT). We trawled around and we bought 2 blazers! (After the first one I was personally looking for a jumpsuit, not pushing my luck, but Mum seemed willing -even eager- to get me my second.) So we got a bubblegum-pink-ish one (I love the colour! and the 3/4 sleeve length!) and a slightly more sateeny black version. :3 Sadly they're in the wash. I CAN'T WAIT TO WEAR EM (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Mum's already given me the "WHAT TIME IS IT" look, so GTG, TTYL, xoxo (: and thanks to all people who've given me well wishes! You guys are awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-3484149493809966125?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/3484149493809966125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/3484149493809966125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/hark-fourteen-candles.html' title='Hark the Fourteen Candles!'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-695343051763729844</id><published>2009-10-08T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:30:11.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourteen and Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cue lights, camera, dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;woke up at 6.15&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;endured long car ride to ISB&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;met all my teachers for parent-teacher conference&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going out to crepes &amp;amp; co. for lunch with mummy later&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love my pressies :D at first waking up at 6.15 felt like it was going to be a HORRENDOUS birthday, but I'm cheering up a little now. Plus, tomorrow we're going out, hopefully to Plat.! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pressies:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Green tank top and white shorts from Auntie (the shorts have this striped ruffle thing at the top, so cute!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who What Wear &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Bobbi Brown: Teenage Beauty &lt;/em&gt;plus handmade mosaic box from Mum (hee!heeeee!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MOSES THE SECOND from Dad :O he's so cute, a bigger fatter version of the monkey we bought for joseph! plus he comes with his own matching shirt and bag that are red and say "I love you" on them ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;love you allllll :) I'm so happily pleasantly surprised by all the well wishes from people I don't even talk to on a daily basis. It's amazing how Facebook works... XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-695343051763729844?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/695343051763729844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/695343051763729844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/fourteen-and-counting.html' title='Fourteen and Counting'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-8593533790653385856</id><published>2009-10-05T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T05:18:23.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea Sparks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Does anyone else think it'll be cool if I wrote a story from the POV of Lizzie and Darcy's daughter, after Darcy passes away, inspired by &lt;em&gt;Dance With My Father &lt;/em&gt;(Luther Vandross)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-8593533790653385856?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/8593533790653385856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/8593533790653385856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/idea-sparks.html' title='Idea Sparks'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-9112279910919504364</id><published>2009-10-05T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T05:10:48.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazine spreads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colour schemes'/><title type='text'>Colour Scheme I'm Loving: Rose Petals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SsnhJ0drNfI/AAAAAAAAEMw/qGT5RWnrbtg/s1600-h/rose+petals.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389085987943691762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SsnhJ0drNfI/AAAAAAAAEMw/qGT5RWnrbtg/s400/rose+petals.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I just lie here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BSfw-qWAJ4w"&gt;Snow Patrol- Chasing Cars (MV)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those three words, I've said too much- but not enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can anyone think of names for the colours in the spread above? I just spent over an hour making it. I think the pink can be rose pink, bordering on bubblegum pink, but as for what looks like a cross between purple and brown I have no idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I somehow love making magazine spreads. They're tedious, but super fun and you get this immense feeling of accomplishment after finishing them! My wishlist was my unintentional first. Next colour scheme spread coming up will be on a blue that's between aqua and sky, and stone grey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image credits: FotoDecadent, ShopBop, Urban Outfitters, F21&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/9119487738483078049-9112279910919504364?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/9112279910919504364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/9112279910919504364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/colour-scheme-im-loving-rose-petals.html' title='Colour Scheme I&apos;m Loving: Rose Petals'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SsnhJ0drNfI/AAAAAAAAEMw/qGT5RWnrbtg/s72-c/rose+petals.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-1000045793479394035</id><published>2009-10-04T03:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T05:11:05.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazine spreads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlists'/><title type='text'>Official Wishlist Poster + "I'm Yours" Acoustic Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Ssh-EcudQ_I/AAAAAAAAEMo/lYJByHRl3Hc/s1600-h/OFFICIAL+COLLAGE!+DONE!.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388695569044423666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Ssh-EcudQ_I/AAAAAAAAEMo/lYJByHRl3Hc/s400/OFFICIAL+COLLAGE!+DONE!.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQz0U6LV-ME&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQz0U6LV-ME&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-1000045793479394035?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/1000045793479394035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/1000045793479394035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/official-wishlist-poster-im-yours.html' title='Official Wishlist Poster + &quot;I&apos;m Yours&quot; Acoustic Cover'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Ssh-EcudQ_I/AAAAAAAAEMo/lYJByHRl3Hc/s72-c/OFFICIAL+COLLAGE!+DONE!.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-2736625091989950647</id><published>2009-10-04T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T02:48:09.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snip Snap Snip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SshtwWSMEkI/AAAAAAAAEMg/wfXjuusVED0/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388677631531815490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SshtwWSMEkI/AAAAAAAAEMg/wfXjuusVED0/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My "tribal" belt :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sshtv38RjWI/AAAAAAAAEMY/AzWeIuDoyUU/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388677623386836322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sshtv38RjWI/AAAAAAAAEMY/AzWeIuDoyUU/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This looked awesome on the mannequinn so we got it. It has this silk ribbon thing to tie with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388677603930225058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SshtuvddOaI/AAAAAAAAEMI/iht3KGK3feg/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't really see it but I had to pull my sandals to avoid them drooping down rather sadly- so they got their fringes all ruffled in indignation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SshtvOzi3CI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/1CkO3MKaYCY/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388677612344368162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SshtvOzi3CI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/1CkO3MKaYCY/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here, succumbing to droopiness with the rest of my shoes and their twin red fringe sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388677590061757602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sshtt7y9NKI/AAAAAAAAEMA/ahqaI75I2o0/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My statement necklace! :D against an olive green tank dress I got last time (yes I know it looks brown).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-2736625091989950647?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2736625091989950647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2736625091989950647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/snip-snap-snip.html' title='Snip Snap Snip!'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SshtwWSMEkI/AAAAAAAAEMg/wfXjuusVED0/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-2564843316871398337</id><published>2009-10-04T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T02:36:00.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurrah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I got my computer back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it was ready early :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was granted my voyage to Platinum :D First looked for this baby shop Sway-sim recommended, to buy some bibs for Sway-sim's friends. The messages are super cute! My favourite for guys is "Ladies' man" and for girls, "Let's do lunch!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought for meself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 handmade belts (they're actually Mum's and mine, 'cos she's more likely to get glammed up than I am)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 necklace/belt (I prefer it as a necklace- it's the &lt;em&gt;statement necklace&lt;/em&gt; I've been waiting aeons for!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a pair of amazing architecture: four-strapped fringed suede sandals! (alliteration. cough.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;sadly I kind of regret buying #3 now. comfy and pretty as they are, I STILL CAN'T FIND ANYTHING TO WEAR WITH IT. pictures coming up next.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;also: wardrobe clearance soon. I'm doing some photoshopping for my and some other people's birthdays right now but my parents suggested clearing my fat wardrobe again, this time to aid the typhoon in Philippines. The Embassy here is setting up a donation drive or something. Strangely I was just thinking yesterday that my wardrobe was really too fat to take any more. I AM GOING TO NEED TO BE HARSH. REALLY HARSH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-2564843316871398337?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2564843316871398337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2564843316871398337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/hurrah.html' title='Hurrah!'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-3809389888716921403</id><published>2009-10-02T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T05:25:19.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breeze-Through Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SsXvYpCjHnI/AAAAAAAAEL4/YAfRjvgYrwE/s1600-h/mrs_doubtfire_1993_685x385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387975735831109234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SsXvYpCjHnI/AAAAAAAAEL4/YAfRjvgYrwE/s320/mrs_doubtfire_1993_685x385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd give a quick update here while I have the chance. TGIF! My computer will be back in (hopefully) around 5 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant to put a little "IT'S OCTOBER!" notice here yesterday but I guess it slipped my mind- plus, I spent way too much time yesterday researching Asoka and was hard-pressed to search for the rare evidence that would damn the long-dead emperor to a verdict of &lt;em&gt;good or bad ruler? &lt;/em&gt;(Final decision? &lt;strong&gt;You're a good world/religious leader, good guy, but you were a bad ruler for India&lt;/strong&gt;. Sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's October!&lt;/span&gt; for those who didn't know. Plus, my birthday is in EXACTLY one week. It's so fast, isn't it? I don't quite believe it. It's hurtling towards me! I think this's the first time I actually want to stop time before my birthday. I need to adjust to &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;being kind of the first pimply years of teenagerdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suggesting heavily to my mother that I would like to be given a rather huge hefty budget to plow through Amazon with, because I love the idea of opening the door on my birthday to find a little FedExed parcel of pretty things like shoes and books. (*points at wishlist* Maybe I could even use this opportunity to get &lt;em&gt;To Catch a Pirate&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I actually finished most of my homework- I only have to read and annotate Book 10 of &lt;em&gt;The Odyssey&lt;/em&gt;, and I'm done. Most of my motivation was the fact that maybe, just maybe, if I finish most of my homework by today, mum will bring me on a super long odyssey to the Great Land of Platinum tomorrow! Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched parts of &lt;em&gt;Mrs Doubtfire &lt;/em&gt;on TV while doing my Spanish assignment on the 2003 animation &lt;em&gt;El Cid&lt;/em&gt;, and was struck by how I'd never noticed the outfits before. It must've been a new blu-ray version on TV or something because the colours were sharper and more vivid, kind of like icons after they've been edited using those processes I can never seem to get my Photoshop to like. Everything was bluer, whiter. After tons of searching I managed to find the picture above, which was perfect, since the pool scene was the one I really liked (and paid attention to). It's hard to put my finger on the exact style, but I'd say it was &lt;em&gt;casual summery layers &lt;/em&gt;with &lt;em&gt;florals &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;nautical &lt;/em&gt;mixed in. I'd say effortless but I know from experience that looking effortless is FAR from actually BEING effortless. Most of the time effortless takes, well, loads of effort. If I'm making sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since I don't have Photoshop on Sway-chick's computer (unfortunately)- I used Powerpoint. Not done yet because Auntie Oi came to pick me up. She and Khun Sue are playing with the very noisy JT now but I'm just going to kiss him for a bit and then when he goes to sleep Auntie Oi and I can tiptoe off for dinner back home. I feel so rude, trespassing on everyone's hospitality so I can get my H/W and general Internet stalking done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so this was not exactly a quick update but y'know I've always been bad at those... Till next time, y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-3809389888716921403?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/3809389888716921403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/3809389888716921403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/10/breeze-through-update.html' title='Breeze-Through Update'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SsXvYpCjHnI/AAAAAAAAEL4/YAfRjvgYrwE/s72-c/mrs_doubtfire_1993_685x385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-2099444506640526367</id><published>2009-09-27T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T03:11:21.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll: What Should I Name My Next Blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="TWIIGSPOLL"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.twiigs.com/poll.js?pid=40361&amp;color=gray"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;div class="TWIIGSPOLLpolllink" style="background-color: transparent; background-image: none; border-style: none; clear: none; display: block; float: none; position: static; visibility: visible; height: auto; line-height: normal; width: auto; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0; margin-bottom: 0; margin-left: 0; outline-style: none; padding-top: 0; padding-right: 0; padding-bottom: 0; padding-left: 0; clip: auto; overflow: hidden; vertical-align: baseline; z-index: auto; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: right; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0; text-shadow: none; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: normal;"&gt; &lt;a class="TWIIGSPOLLmorelink" href="http://www.twiigs.com/" style="background-color: transparent; background-image: none; border-style: none; clear: none; display: inline; float: none; position: static; visibility: visible; height: auto; line-height: normal; width: auto; margin-top: 0; margin-right: 0; margin-bottom: 0; margin-left: 0; outline-style: none; padding-top: 0; padding-right: 0; padding-bottom: 0; padding-left: 0; clip: auto; overflow: hidden; vertical-align: baseline; z-index: auto; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0; text-shadow: none; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;poll by twiigs.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let's hope this works. &lt;strong&gt;[/edit] It does! Now let's hope it KEEPS ON WORKING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, CacheMemories is going to have a very short shelf life... What should my next blog be called? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note: thanks WordReference and sorry for all the non-English choices. &lt;em&gt;Rue de Baises &lt;/em&gt;is &lt;em&gt;Street of Kisses &lt;/em&gt;in French; &lt;em&gt;Etoile Filante &lt;/em&gt;is &lt;em&gt;Shooting Star &lt;/em&gt;in French and &lt;em&gt;Calle de Besitos &lt;/em&gt;is &lt;em&gt;Street of Little Kisses &lt;/em&gt;in Spanish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-2099444506640526367?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2099444506640526367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2099444506640526367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/poll-what-should-i-name-my-next-blog.html' title='Poll: What Should I Name My Next Blog?'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-2882225783364249293</id><published>2009-09-27T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T02:57:25.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be My Flower-Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sr82QKhQyqI/AAAAAAAAELw/xrvzFXLmAz0/s1600-h/be-my-flower-girl.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386083330688076450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sr82QKhQyqI/AAAAAAAAELw/xrvzFXLmAz0/s400/be-my-flower-girl.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture courtesy Lookbook; edit courtesy Picnik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upcoming:&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;poll &lt;/strong&gt;on &lt;strong&gt;what should I name my next blog? &lt;/strong&gt;I'm begging you to &lt;strong&gt;tag with more original ideas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- my creative juices are NOT a-flowin' at the mo'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-2882225783364249293?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2882225783364249293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2882225783364249293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/be-my-flower-girl.html' title='Be My Flower-Girl'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sr82QKhQyqI/AAAAAAAAELw/xrvzFXLmAz0/s72-c/be-my-flower-girl.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-7711317367404018331</id><published>2009-09-27T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:43:54.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/84e0HYgo_eU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/84e0HYgo_eU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;em&gt;deserves &lt;/em&gt;to be embedded in the largest size possible- Julia Stiles' poem in the greatest movie of all time, &lt;em&gt;10 Things I Hate About You&lt;/em&gt;. IT'S AMAZING. I watched it over dinner last week and couldn't help but cry at this part, esp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently listening to the soundtrack on YouTube now. I love movie soundtracks. They can take a horrible song, and play a soft little verse from it on a movie and I'm in love immediately. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The weekend has been INCREDIBLY busy. Friday, came home (Nimarta and I talked on the phone for practically half an hour lol until I pointed out that she was the one footing the bill) and rewatched bits of &lt;em&gt;10 Things I Hate About You &lt;/em&gt;over baguette with melted butter (♥) before chionging to Joshua's EOT dinner at Mango Forest restaurant. Wore outfit straight from that day's Alternate Dress Day, just swopped tanks- I HAD MY OWN PLACECARD! Zomg, awesome, that has to be the first time it's actually happened :D So sat with Dad, Joshua and his replacement Kevin. And generally had a typical Dad conversation with them all, like, "My mother was hiding both of us during the racial riots, and she dropped me! I think that's why I have a blue-black... down there. [Big silence]" HAHAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANYWAY. I didn't get to talk much to Kevin but he seems nice, though I really wish Joshua was staying ): Oh well. This's... my 2nd farewell I think since I came here. I didn't attend Auntie Em's because I was in school. Or it was a school night. I don't know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had to walk in the rain to get there (my FOF fake-Chanel flats got all wet!) but thankfully when the dinner ended the rain was gone so we managed to get a taxi in about 5 minutes. Then turned on the A/C and watched &lt;em&gt;The Notebook &lt;/em&gt;disc 1 in my room. Didn't have enough time to watch the whole thing- had no idea the movie was so damn long! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woke up REALLY DANG LATE next morning and chionged to Man U Cafe (again) for lunch- SIA guy's farewell. HIS DAUGHTER IS DANG CUTE :3 Heehee. Wore Mum's Ten &amp;amp; Co. top and my Uniqlo skirt, with aforementioned ruined flats. After a quick sojourn back to our flat we marched forth to the Thailand Cultural Centre armed with binoculars, specs and a spectacular cable knit sweater courtesy of my mum, to watch &lt;em&gt;Cinderella On Ice&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two words: IT'S AWESOME.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I LOVED IT. Amazing! I cannot wait to write its article for &lt;em&gt;The International &lt;/em&gt;on Tuesday. I really wish I could've bought the CDs for it and &lt;em&gt;Swan Lake on Ice&lt;/em&gt;, but they were really ex and my mother wouldn't let me. I'm hoping there're cheaper versions on Amazon. Like I spotted today: IT'S TWO WEEKS TO MY BIRTHDAY! Almost. I want to do some Photoshop collages of my mood boards and wishlists. And then maybe print out a list to subtly nudge my parents :D LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GTG for homework. Parents aren't around -mum's dental appointment- but if she gets back and finds out I haven't done my H/W...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;world civ outline notes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maths 3.4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;english graphic organizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spanish list of vocab&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spanish worksheet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-7711317367404018331?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/7711317367404018331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/7711317367404018331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-deserves-to-be-embedded-in-largest.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-4921240441487751849</id><published>2009-09-22T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T05:39:18.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrath of Zeus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SrjFJuPJqrI/AAAAAAAAELo/J16sYQG6zzg/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384270125342501554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SrjFJuPJqrI/AAAAAAAAELo/J16sYQG6zzg/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I totally forgot I wanted to post this!&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this awesome? I took it one fine stormy day from the master bedroom window but didn't expect it to turn out so nicely, like a still from a &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter &lt;/em&gt;movie, from those scenes that pan dramatically before the Death Eaters swoop down and eat all the Muggles alive.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to make it a little greener first to qualify...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-4921240441487751849?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4921240441487751849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4921240441487751849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/wrath-of-zeus.html' title='Wrath of Zeus'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SrjFJuPJqrI/AAAAAAAAELo/J16sYQG6zzg/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-1969237011628142817</id><published>2009-09-22T05:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T05:34:45.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cliffhangers And Other Trashy Devices</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for leaving you all on such a... literary note, but I thought that such a nice short notice would look much nicer. Quicksmart, y'know. (Or is it only my family who says that? "Quicksmart, quicksmart!" Maybe it's some kooky phrase my mother picked up from Oz. OH, WHATEVER.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only just noticed that the days on this blog are quite correct! But the timing, not so. I assure you I'm not blogging at 5.30AM. I &lt;em&gt;get up &lt;/em&gt;around that time. So pssht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't blog for long because I just painted my nails my favourite Canmake turquoise (horribly, on the right hand- all streaky and holey and horrible, but I think some of my polish's drying out so I'm not TOTALLY to blame for my lack of hand-eye co-ordination skills) and also, I still have &lt;em&gt;The Odyssey's &lt;/em&gt;Book 9 to read AND annotate by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GI was cool today, I need to write a 100-word para for &lt;em&gt;The International &lt;/em&gt;tomorrow and send it to Mr Rubis and see what he thinks of GI's debut column in the monthly ISB magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, by the way, DEBUTED TODAY! ITS FIRST 2009-10 ISSUE! I'm so proud I could burst. If this qualified as befitting a simile "as proud as a father of his first kid" then I can finally sing "I'd Give My Life For You" with bravado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I wouldn't give my life for the magazine. Though I did put my self-esteem and reputation at risk by basically thrusting it into every freshman, sophomore, junior and -gulp!- senior's face during lunch, also risking the anger of my stomach's digestive slave labourers by not eating until free period when I snuck an obese cookie to placate those hard workers, the acids, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell my cup of literary juices overfloweth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-1969237011628142817?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/1969237011628142817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/1969237011628142817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/cliffhangers-and-other-trashy-devices.html' title='Cliffhangers And Other Trashy Devices'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-1950096829083415961</id><published>2009-09-22T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T05:28:56.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am going back to Singapore in December 2009, for real, unless a tornado strikes and I get carried off to Oz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyperboles aside, it's true. So brace yourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-1950096829083415961?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/1950096829083415961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/1950096829083415961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/announcement.html' title='Announcement!'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-4211602573151610281</id><published>2009-09-20T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:47:39.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valley of the Doll: Lazy Sunday (Not!) Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Title explanation: Just found this June editorial, presumably in 'Elle' magazine, from &lt;a href="http://www.whowhatwear.com/"&gt;WWW&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.whowhatwear.com/website/full-article/june-fashion-story-valleythe-doll/"&gt;click here to read&lt;/a&gt;. The pictures are really exquisite and have me wondering if I can truly pull off my skirts with heels worn with socks... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really admire those with the bravery to wear polo tees, with collars turned up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tried it once, but before I left the house I hastily turned the collar back down again, having an ingrained fear of my mother's "WHAT are you wearing?" looks, which are far from scathing but still have the power to induce great fear in those to whom these glances are directed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seeing as I have about five minutes left before I have to leave (I'm meeting Ching Ying at the airport before I go) this'll only be a quick update. I was supposed to have about twenty minutes, but got delayed eating the chocolate chip ice-cream De-gu made and then being ordered to wash the bowls and spoons by said mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (which was supposed to be The Day of Homework but obviously such days always get postponed some way or the other, or cut short as Saturday was) I woke up rather ceremoniously late as usual and was promptly sent downstairs to await the delivery of some stuff my parents had gotten from our Elias Green flat (which we're selling- obviously not my decision, I would've kept the apartment for as long as I lived for all the memories held there). After horrendously waving at a couple in a taxi who turned out &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;to be my parents, my dad eventually arrived in a huge noisy pick-up driven by my relatives. My mum, it transpired, had decided to pay visits to our neighbours and then make her way to White Sands (although I think the latter was inspired more by temptation than necessity, or convenience).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After my dad had lunch (I had "brunch", considering the hour) my brother, father and I made our way out to Tampines to meet my mother. We went to a few sport shops first to get my brother football gloves and a ball (which he LOVES, and I admit looks rather awesome). My mother'd actually been to Runway 75 and bought two dresses and a belt!! I was so amazed, I have ALWAYS wanted to visit that shop. Anyway, she didn't approve of the polka-dotted dress that I liked, since it had a sheer panel on top (PRECISELY why I liked it), so hopeless wishing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We paid a visit to our darling UNIQLO, where my brother wanted to get pants which unfortunately they didn't have in his size. He ended up buying a small backpack which wouldn't "poof up" like the one he bought in Bangkok does, apparently- and I got a skirt. It's awesome! With pink, orange and purple hues, this tiered wonder (longer than the red one my mother bought for me- so it exudes more of a country hipster vibe than preppy nautical-ness) has a plaid-like pattern. I can imagine wearing it with my pink tank top and maybe a belt or whatever hippy accessories I can find lying around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also ended up buying LOTS of CDs at the CD shop. Our extensive list was added to this morning after church, when we were supposed to meet De-gu at Siglap Hill's The Coffee Club but arrived early and decided to search the nearby Video Ezy instead. In total I suppose we've got about 10 CDs more now, but I'm not too sure. I managed to get &lt;em&gt;Mansfield Park&lt;/em&gt;!!! It's really old and therefore rather rare (I have a strange prejudice against the BBC versions), but I managed to get a slightly scratched version from V.E. for about 5 dollars. I hope it works.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to go now, I'm exceeding the time limit I set myself. It's almost 3.55 and I'M GOING TO BE LATE! ): TTYL (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-4211602573151610281?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4211602573151610281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/4211602573151610281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/valley-of-doll-lazy-sunday-not-updates.html' title='Valley of the Doll: Lazy Sunday (Not!) Updates'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-9007796886804994579</id><published>2009-09-18T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T05:11:33.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped in Vanilla Twilight</title><content type='html'>I just spent very long traipsing 'round Amazon snapping up books with spiderlike fingertips to add them to my rapidly extending 'Bookshelf' wishlist, so please be nice and save up your money! October 9 is approaching! COUGH COUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For the clueless, October 9 is my birthday and I would really like to get some nice books like these for my birthday- of course, help yourself to the 'Wardrobe' and 'Telly' sections as well. Stuff yourselves! Wrapping paper not necessary.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw &lt;a href="http://www.whowhatwear.com/website/full-article/styling-tips-september/"&gt;Emma Roberts in WWW&lt;/a&gt; just now, and was intrigued by their description of her outfit: it introduced me to a new word, &lt;strong&gt;dolman&lt;/strong&gt;, which I immediately Googled. I was led to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dolman"&gt;a Wikipedia entry&lt;/a&gt; (JT should be pleased) which told me that &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"a Dolman (from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Turkish language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turkish_language"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Turkish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; dolaman "robe" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dolman#cite_note-0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;) is a type of clothing. Originally, the term referred to a long and loose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Garment" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Garment"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;garment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; with narrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Sleeve" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleeve"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sleeves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and an opening in the front. It was worn generally by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Turkish people" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turkish_people"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Turks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, and is not unlike a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cassock" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cassock"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cassock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; in shape"&lt;/span&gt;. Later, an entry aptly titled "Fashionable Dolman" informed me that &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"a dolman is also an outer garment worn by ladies, with wide cape like arrangements instead of sleeves. It was a favourite style of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Mantle (clothing)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mantle_(clothing)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mantle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; worn by fashionable women in the 1870s and 80's".&lt;/span&gt; Now &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; makes slightly more sense. Emma's tank is DELICIOUS :D I just might add "Dolman tank" to my wishlist, if anyone gets what I mean. Also: statement necklace! In the same post as Emma's, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"up-and-coming actress Tarajia Morrell"&lt;/span&gt; pairs a wonderful nautical tee with a thick pearl necklace! I tried to look for such necklaces today in Tampines but to no avail. Maybe Bangkok will yield better results...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-9007796886804994579?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/9007796886804994579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/9007796886804994579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/trapped-in-vanilla-twilight.html' title='Trapped in Vanilla Twilight'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-5249651257107766294</id><published>2009-09-18T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T04:38:22.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If My Heart Was A House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.whowhatwear.com/website/home.php"&gt;My new go-to site, Who What Wear.&lt;/a&gt; It's like a Teen Vogue e-book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been trying new fashion sites these days, but so far nothing beats Sea of Shoes. Just that now that I've read all her archives, Jane's updates seem to be craaaawwwwlllinng allloooong so slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still hopelessly addicted to &lt;em&gt;Owl City &lt;/em&gt;songs. I want all their albums really badly! I should add that to my wishlist. Under 'Telly', probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum bought me a skirt from Uniqlo! It's red, soft and tiered, with an elastic band round the top. It's the perfect length for high-waist! Apparently Mum also bought 2 Uniqlo cardigans which she says I can borrow (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after posting the previous updates I went downstairs for a walk with Dad. I saw brown bananas O_O I'm serious, they were brown and shiny, like they went for a suntan at the beach. Then we passed the shop where I used to buy shoes from (I still remember I once bought tan-coloured patent strappy sandals there and wore them till they fell apart.... fashionable from a young age, hmm) which reminded me of the North Star sneakers I saw in Bata (I think I posted about them, right?) and got me wondering if I could dye or paint them white. I love the light grey version, but I don't think NY would let me wear them to school. [Could I run in them? Another difference I've come to notice is that in Singapore, students are practical enough not to bring separate sport shoes to change into for PE. Maybe because they don't have the time. Sigh.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked for tweezers in the shops downstairs (recent notice: tweezers are Dad's ONLY impulse buys) but they were sold out of the small ones EVERYWHERE, they only carried the super huge ones that my dad didn't like. I got distracted by a "Magic Bun" pin that my dad let me buy for &lt;strong&gt;an amazing price of 80 cents&lt;/strong&gt;!!! It's surprisingly effective. My hair's slightly too short for it now so little bits stick out, but my mum says it's ok. It's basically a little pin where you put your hair through it, twist a few times, then curl the pin round and connect the ends like a bracelet. I can now tie my own buns without using about one thousand pins!!! (: Hopefully it won't break. For 80c, it might...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fresh air was nice, plus it had been raining. I got lots of water droplets on me but it's alright, I agree with my dad in that it's not good to be at a computer all day (*cough*). Sadly in BKK we can't just go out randomly, and there's nothing like Singapore air after the rain... There's something about homely HDB communities that feels so nice. (Plus, it helps that there's a 7/11 nearly to grab Cornetto Classico cones from. ;D Wink wink, 2 for SGD 3.20!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-5249651257107766294?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/5249651257107766294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/5249651257107766294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-my-heart-was-house.html' title='If My Heart Was A House'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-5231626132548327687</id><published>2009-09-18T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T01:53:04.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traipsing around Tampines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SrNFqhW1j4I/AAAAAAAAELg/yyJWJt1vNBQ/s1600-h/red+explosion+of+frizz+.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382722576448851842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SrNFqhW1j4I/AAAAAAAAELg/yyJWJt1vNBQ/s400/red+explosion+of+frizz+.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello, Picnik! Don't you love my little impression of a "band album cover" above? One day if I get round to singing rock, I'd love to have a band called &lt;em&gt;The Funk&lt;/em&gt;. Sources: &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/foto_decadent/1960223.html#cutid1"&gt;img&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.picnik.com/"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt;. My username's &lt;strong&gt;colours_like_snow &lt;/strong&gt;if you care to search me. The extremely creative name is derived from Owl City's &lt;em&gt;Rainbow Veins &lt;/em&gt;lyrics, found quite by accident when I YouTubed the very first OC song that came up. The lyrics are actually quite beautiful:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high rise, beats of the avenue&lt;br /&gt;bright eyes and subtle variations of blue&lt;br /&gt;everywhere is balanced there, like a rainbow above you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;street lights glisten on the boulevard&lt;br /&gt;and cold nights make staying alert so hard&lt;br /&gt;for heaven's sake, keep me awake so i won't be caught off guard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clearly i am a passer by,&lt;br /&gt;but i'll find a place to stay&lt;br /&gt;dear pacific day, won't you take me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small town, heart of the new year,&lt;br /&gt;brought down by gravity: crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;city fog and brave dialogue converge on the frontier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make haste, i feel your heart beat&lt;br /&gt;with new taste for speed out on the street&lt;br /&gt;find a road to a humble abode&lt;br /&gt;where both of our roads meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the silver sound is all around&lt;br /&gt;and the colors fall like snow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of letting go, i guess we'll never know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer up and dry your damp eyes,&lt;br /&gt;tell me when it rains, cause&lt;br /&gt;I'll blend up that rainbow above you,&lt;br /&gt;and shoot it through your veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause you heart has a lack of colour&lt;br /&gt;and we should have known,&lt;br /&gt;that we grow up sooner or later,&lt;br /&gt;'cause we wasted all our free time alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your nerves gather with the altitude&lt;br /&gt;exhale the stress so you don't come unglued&lt;br /&gt;somewhere there is a happy affair;&lt;br /&gt;a ghost of a good mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wide eyed, panic on the get-away&lt;br /&gt;the high tide can take me so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vcrs and motorcars unite on the seventh day&lt;br /&gt;a popular gauge, we'll measure the rage&lt;br /&gt;of the new post-modern age&lt;br /&gt;'cause somewhere along the lines&lt;br /&gt;all the decades are mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were the crashing whitecaps on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;(on the ocean)on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;what a lovely sea-side holiday...&lt;br /&gt;away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a palm tree with x-mas lights&lt;br /&gt;(on the ocean)&lt;br /&gt;my emotion&lt;br /&gt;strum a sparkling tone like a xylophone&lt;br /&gt;as we spent the day alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer up and dry your damp eyes&lt;br /&gt;tell me when it rains&lt;br /&gt;I'll blend up that rainbow above you&lt;br /&gt;and shoot it through your veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you heart has a lack of colour&lt;br /&gt;and we should have known&lt;br /&gt;that we grow up sooner or later&lt;br /&gt;cause we wasted all our free time alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djlwW1AfAMQ"&gt;video w/lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know by now that Owl City's lyrics are always awesomely written and yet they don't really have a plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! This post was really supposed to be about my Tampines Trek this morning. I guess I'm subconsciously making up for all the times I didn't update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to my resolution last night, I woke up at the later end of 10.00 AM, and finally struggled out of bed at 11 where I poured myself a bowl of Milo cereal and milk and chomped my way through it over today's issue of &lt;strong&gt;Urban&lt;/strong&gt;. What a way to start the morning! Furthermore, it started to rain, so there was quite a breezy cool atmosphere as I pulled on my Giordano bootcuts and flip-flops and walked my butt outta the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MRT ride was quite eventful. There was a really cute ad pasted up about savings, and although I don't remember WHICH bank it was (USBC? if that's even a bank?) I do remember the ad and its tagline, "We believe you're never too young to have big dreams." Or something like that. :X Anyway, there was this woman who was jabbering away at the phone in a mixture of bad English and what sounded like Cantonese. She sounded like some sort of resources person, maybe, but she wasn't dressed too professionally: jeans rolled up (I noticed two people sporting the "boyfriend jeans" trend, but the other hipster wore it better: grey jeans with a single thick cuff), red buckle shoes that were actually quite cute, a black top (I think)- and the most eyecatching bit- blond highlights. I quite despise it when Asians get blond highlights. It just doesn't WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so she was saying her "den"s and "hor"s all through and I couldn't wait till Tampines but thankfully we got there so I got out quite happily. The whole CARRIAGE was listening attentively to her every word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop: ALANO, where I've found that if you look hard enough you actually get quite nice finds. The silky maxidresses were unfortunately too low-cut for me, but I found a really comfy white cardigan for 10 dollars. I'm going to share it with my mother. My dad said it needed a wash and it's true- the button holes aren't cut that well and there are little bits of dirt around, but the entrancing bit is that it has Edwardian(?)-like bell sleeves that just drape so prettily when you wear them. Plus the material's really soft and not at all itchy like you'd expect from a cheap find. So I'm just going to hope a good scrub will do it good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop: CHAMELON. Found my wraparound hairtie (one off the wishlist!) but unfortunately the trend seems to be glitter and not patent as I'd hoped. A gunmetal one was pretty enough -the colour had enough "cool" factor not to look cheapo or dirty like some of the others- and at 2.90 dollars I hope the price will be easily justified by wearing it on an almost daily basis to school. Also bought a multicoloured beaded bracelet with a toggle, which I wouldn't have bought if it weren't for the 1.90 price tag. Admittably looking back it was an impulse buy, but it is very pretty and normally wouldn't be sold for so cheap, so. Justified!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third stop was SUBWAY because my dad went to Cold Storage in Tampines 1, and we could meet for lunch. (He and my mum went to NY in the morning to meet Mrs. Chek, the VP, about my Sec 3 year ahead. He's going to teach me Chemistry- EEP! Damnably, it's compulsory to have Chem, even in Sec 3. Cow poop!) Ate a teriyaki chicken -literally, on the menu, "hot toasted sub" HAHAHAHAH- which was quite okay, and shared a bit of Lays and a Coke Light. Then Dad happily went off to Cold Storage again (idk why he didn't buy anything before, but he said he had a voucher to spend) and I trotted upstairs with the job of finding gifts for Sway-sim, Kate-Lyn and Su-Lyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were found in MONTIP (Century Square). Patent bow clips for Kate-Lyn and Su-Lyn (aargh, my passion for bows is rubbing off on even my gifts! I was tempted to buy a navy version for myself) in hot and light pink, and a BEAUTIFUL set of gold bangles for Sway-sim which I LOVE and am ABSOLUTELY TEMPTED to steal from but I can't, it would be &lt;em&gt;horrificable &lt;/em&gt;if I did (see what I did there??). But it is beautiful, and a steal, even Ahma admitted: a gold bangle with a 'bone' pattern, and two simple golds with pearl beads, all at 5.90. I would've bought another for myself if it weren't for money constraints and the fact that it was probably the last set of the design left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked at Bata to see how my old shoe shop had changed- lo and behold it's a fashion haven now! What used to be THE place for "comfy shoes" now has brilliant gladiator wedges (cough) and even strappy Birkenstock-ripoffs. North Star has the cheaper (19.90) version of the Keds I wanted to buy, but only in light grey and black: maybe NY will let me wear the light grey? Fat hope, but fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum gave me 10 dollars as "extra" which I normally don't spend at all but I felt bad about only getting her the jacket as a gift, as even the jacket's a "share" item (love it too much to give ;D so it's shared). So after brief SMS consultation with Dad, I bought a &lt;em&gt;paua &lt;/em&gt;("It's not Paula! WHAT IS IT CALLED????") shell bracelet for Mum. He was amazed I managed to get it at 5.90 from ARIES, but I'm guessing it's not the real thing. Looks like, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 30.40 dollars today. Oops! Exceeded my 25 dollar budget but told myself it's just this once. Next time, I won't spend the extra money. AARGH I ruined my perfect record ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-5231626132548327687?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/5231626132548327687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/5231626132548327687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/traipsing-around-tampines.html' title='Traipsing around Tampines'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SrNFqhW1j4I/AAAAAAAAELg/yyJWJt1vNBQ/s72-c/red+explosion+of+frizz+.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-550115910780222835</id><published>2009-09-18T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T01:21:01.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing Set</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZCVN-nJ4KXU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZCVN-nJ4KXU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pink- I Don't Believe You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I heard this song playing in Giordano (Tampines Mall) today and just had to Google the lyrics. They're beautiful. Posting about my shopping adventure has to wait till the next post, you're going to read the lyrics first:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I don’t mind it&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind at all&lt;br /&gt;It’s like you’re the swing set&lt;br /&gt;And I’m the kid that falls&lt;br /&gt;It’s like the way we fight&lt;br /&gt;The times I’ve cried&lt;br /&gt;We come to blows&lt;br /&gt;And every night&lt;br /&gt;The passion’s there&lt;br /&gt;So it’s got to be right&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don’t believe you&lt;br /&gt;When you say don’t come around here no more&lt;br /&gt;I won’t remind you&lt;br /&gt;You said we wouldn’t be apart&lt;br /&gt;No I don’t believe you&lt;br /&gt;When you say you don’t need me anymore&lt;br /&gt;So don’t pretend to&lt;br /&gt;Not love me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind it&lt;br /&gt;I still don’t mind at all&lt;br /&gt;It’s like one of those bad dreams&lt;br /&gt;When you can’t wake up&lt;br /&gt;Looks like you’ve given up&lt;br /&gt;You’ve had enough&lt;br /&gt;But I want more&lt;br /&gt;No I won't stop&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just know&lt;br /&gt;You’ll come around&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don’t believe you&lt;br /&gt;When you say don’t come around here no more&lt;br /&gt;I won’t remind you&lt;br /&gt;You said we wouldn’t be apart&lt;br /&gt;No I don’t believe you&lt;br /&gt;When you say you don’t need me anymore&lt;br /&gt;So don’t pretend to&lt;br /&gt;Not love me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don’t stand there and watch me fall&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I, 'cause I still don’t mind at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like the way we fight&lt;br /&gt;The times I’ve cried&lt;br /&gt;We come to blows&lt;br /&gt;And every night&lt;br /&gt;The passion's there&lt;br /&gt;So it’s got to be right,&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don’t believe you&lt;br /&gt;When you say don’t come around here no more&lt;br /&gt;I won’t remind you&lt;br /&gt;You said we wouldn’t be apart&lt;br /&gt;No I don’t believe you&lt;br /&gt;When you say you don’t need me anymore&lt;br /&gt;So don’t pretend to&lt;br /&gt;Not love me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t believe you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Okay, so the lyrics aren't the cleanest-insinuating, but the tune is so haunting plus the tone of denial is just amazing (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://artists.letssingit.com/pink-lyrics-i-dont-believe-you-5xqkt31"&gt;lyrics&lt;/a&gt; + &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZCVN-nJ4KXU"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-550115910780222835?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/550115910780222835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/550115910780222835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/swing-set.html' title='Swing Set'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-2134787387884042573</id><published>2009-09-17T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:02:23.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling Alpha Romeo</title><content type='html'>In Singapore now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at around 2 or 3 PM Singapore time, and upon arriving home read a few pages of &lt;em&gt;My Father's Keeper &lt;/em&gt;before slumbering off for about 3 hours of welcome siesta. I think George is fast on his winged sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I gave up my scheme to dress up pretty with my theme, "girly with a twist", but I did relent to those voices by bringing my Giordano woven belt! That, and my long HMMA necklace, are my only concessions. Other than that I'm still the girl in jeans, flip-flops/sneakers and tank tops/shirts. Pretty basic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out tomorrow morning at about 11 or earlier to beat the Tampines crowd, then eating lunch with my dad. Plan to meet with CY on Saturday fell (through?) as her mother's cousin is getting married. But she IS sending me off on Sunday though so that's something to look forward to (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I haven't updated in so long! Not even the fantastical Lea Salonga update is up here. This won't be long because it's 11PM here and I am being pushed to go to bed. But I do have to say the concert was FABULOUS. UTTERLY FABULOUS. I am KILLING myself for not getting her autograph even though my mother is skeptical that she was even giving it, but also no clips of her concert are on YouTube! (Well, obviously; they prohibited filming. But where were the rule-breakers that night??? I cannot find clips of her singing "God help the outcasts"!!) It's my new favourite song- &lt;em&gt;God help the outcasts&lt;/em&gt;, from Hunchback of Notre Dame, which I was very pleased to find out we had in CD form! Esmerelda's version in the film is quite awesome too but my mother, quite obviously, staunchly sticks to Lea's rendition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe I have gotten the opportunity to see Lea TWICE. That's more than many could wish for- and for those who don't know her, you don't know what you're missing out on. LEA IS THE BEST, EVER. Love you &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go now. Am getting pretty sleepy too and need to get up "early" tomorrow. Maybe around 10. Or 9+. Hmm. Anyway! Updates later, ttyl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS What do you guys think of the blogskin? Tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-2134787387884042573?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2134787387884042573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2134787387884042573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/calling-alpha-romeo.html' title='Calling Alpha Romeo'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-6478738034514941734</id><published>2009-09-11T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:55:13.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agyness Deyn / Put Your Records On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SqtFsbcrl3I/AAAAAAAAELQ/vLoQDAwn9Io/s1600-h/put+your+records+on+screenshot.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380470809408804722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SqtFsbcrl3I/AAAAAAAAELQ/vLoQDAwn9Io/s400/put+your+records+on+screenshot.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/297342/"&gt;be nice and warm me up with nice ratings and faves as I freeze in this A/Ced room.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-6478738034514941734?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/6478738034514941734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/6478738034514941734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/agyness-deyn-put-your-records-on.html' title='Agyness Deyn / Put Your Records On'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SqtFsbcrl3I/AAAAAAAAELQ/vLoQDAwn9Io/s72-c/put+your+records+on+screenshot.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-2505972508548865207</id><published>2009-09-11T21:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:39:54.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diane Kruger / Come Pick Me Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/297310/"&gt;yes indeedy it's finally been finished and published. albeit with a minor preview error. go rate.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-2505972508548865207?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2505972508548865207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2505972508548865207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/diane-kruger-come-pick-me-up.html' title='Diane Kruger / Come Pick Me Up'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-8805891046397859787</id><published>2009-09-10T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T05:15:10.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preview</title><content type='html'>Some pictures which will be on Etoile Filante once I get round to editing its layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SqjtDivAixI/AAAAAAAAELA/X-ARhuNOS74/s1600-h/main+image.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379810400013421330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SqjtDivAixI/AAAAAAAAELA/X-ARhuNOS74/s320/main+image.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SqjtDDKt3_I/AAAAAAAAEK4/sH_HC-dOeP0/s1600-h/chanel+bag.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379810391539703794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SqjtDDKt3_I/AAAAAAAAEK4/sH_HC-dOeP0/s320/chanel+bag.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SqjtCMlc1YI/AAAAAAAAEKw/KB-tLlQlOVA/s1600-h/alternate+dress+day+1+sept+2009-+shoes.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379810376887883138" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SqjtCMlc1YI/AAAAAAAAEKw/KB-tLlQlOVA/s320/alternate+dress+day+1+sept+2009-+shoes.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SqjtBsikFlI/AAAAAAAAEKo/_Zwi86V5g8Y/s1600-h/alternate+dress+day+1+sept+2009.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379810368285840978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SqjtBsikFlI/AAAAAAAAEKo/_Zwi86V5g8Y/s320/alternate+dress+day+1+sept+2009.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from top)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Original design for the layout title; changing mind now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fake Topshop/Chanel bag, Ten &amp;amp; Co. shirt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cotton On gladiators, worn with&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cotton On button-up, belt from Platinum, ESP (?) dark blue bootcut jeans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry you can't see the colours, I'm in this B&amp;amp;W mood right now. :X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-8805891046397859787?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/8805891046397859787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/8805891046397859787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/preview.html' title='Preview'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SqjtDivAixI/AAAAAAAAELA/X-ARhuNOS74/s72-c/main+image.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-6222819332242419720</id><published>2009-09-10T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T03:42:56.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanilla Twilight</title><content type='html'>"Daddies are for when your jacket doesn't match your dress." -me, when we were going to church and I was worried that the hall would be terribly cold like it sometimes is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to this song, &lt;em&gt;Vanilla Twilight&lt;/em&gt;, by Owl City that Jlee introduced me to. Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars lean down to kiss you,&lt;br /&gt;And I lie awake I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll miss your arms around me.&lt;br /&gt;I'd send a postcard to you dear,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the night turn light blue.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not the same without you,&lt;br /&gt;Because it takes two to whisper quietly,&lt;br /&gt;The silence isn't so bad,&lt;br /&gt;Till I look at my hands and feel sad,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the spaces between my fingers&lt;br /&gt;Are right where yours fit perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find repose in new ways,&lt;br /&gt;Though I haven't slept in two days,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone.&lt;br /&gt;But drenched in Vanilla twilight,&lt;br /&gt;I'll sit on the front porch all night,&lt;br /&gt;Waist deep in thought because when I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many times as I blink I'll think of you... tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I'll think of you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When violet eyes get brighter,&lt;br /&gt;And heavy wings grow lighter,&lt;br /&gt;I'll taste the sky and feel alive again.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll forget the world that I knew,&lt;br /&gt;But I swear I won't forget you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh if my voice could reach back through the past,&lt;br /&gt;I'd whisper in your ear,&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's sweeter when you read it O: listening to &lt;em&gt;Fireflies &lt;/em&gt;now also by Owl City. Not as quietly sweet but it's nice too C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;study for spanish quiz tomorrow on irregular verbs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAP Maths test today (271) and World Civ. Hinduism test (crossed fingers).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-6222819332242419720?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/6222819332242419720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/6222819332242419720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/vanilla-twilight.html' title='Vanilla Twilight'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-2423853541019214316</id><published>2009-09-08T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T04:57:55.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticlimatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;and then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Whaaat?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, being bored. Have to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHYSICS IF I DON'T DO THIS MY GRADE WILL BE REDUCED AND I WILL DIE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENGLISH- PARENT BOOK CHAT, NOT TOO SURE WHAT TO DO, BUT TO HECK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPANISH, ANSWER 12 QUESTIONS, SHOULD BE OK HOPE I GET THEM RIGHT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;today was ok. first gutenberg's intent meeting, fun, got to 'preview' new books and reserved two (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-2423853541019214316?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2423853541019214316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2423853541019214316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/anticlimatic.html' title='Anticlimatic'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-5403068471246316757</id><published>2009-09-07T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T05:11:45.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;but you're still with me in my dreams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am DYING to watch The Notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates: everything awesome, watching Cinderella on Ice on Saturday, PE did pacer and NOT mile thank goodness, starting our tennis unit and slightly missing touch. Finished the book &lt;em&gt;pretties &lt;/em&gt;and halfway through &lt;em&gt;specials&lt;/em&gt;, wanting David and Tally to get together- if you've read it already SHHH no spoilers. And wishing for Tally to stop acting like such a weirdo about Zane's jerkiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHYSICS &lt;/strong&gt;shoot haven't done it yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPECIAL KIDS OLYMPICS T-SHIRT DESIGN &lt;/strong&gt;need to do a nice draft and pretty it on Photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAC UPDATED- 12 NEW ICONS- PLEASE GO CHECK IT OUT SO MY SLAVING OVER THE PRETTY SOFT BLUR OPTION ON PHOTOSHOP DOESN'T GO TO WASTE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYVM. and if you're wondering why this blog's layout is still ugly- it's because I'm too lazy to find a BS and edit it. (The one I selected earlier is now deemed too light.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-5403068471246316757?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/5403068471246316757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/5403068471246316757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-without-you.html' title='Here Without You'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-5640664614071870889</id><published>2009-09-06T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T03:30:42.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Story</title><content type='html'>Strange: in all the time I've been obsessing about the song I've never once used it as a title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to change my blogskin here to a basic, classy one that some pro blogger made. Looking for one now on Blogskins.com. Until I can create on that looks professional and simple enough I'm not going to let my fickleness wreck this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I fully expect to move into Etoile Filante soon, once FreeDomain has fixed its faulty stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homework left&lt;/strong&gt;: Physics. I'm not too sure what I have to do for it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flashing news&lt;/strong&gt;: I MAY be forced to go home in December, so I can join the NY cohort for Sec 3. Can't say I'm too happy about this. I'm going to be SLAUGHTERED in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weekend updates&lt;/strong&gt;: Friday, went to see Mrs. Tananone about tutoring and Special Kids Olympics T-shirt design.&lt;br /&gt;Tutoring -- I will probably be getting an e-mail soon with info on what kid I'm going to tutor. Seeing as I signed up to tutor ES and MS English and Maths, Mrs T said, I'm probably going to get a response fast. I somehow hope it will be someone I know, but I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;S.K.O. tee -- I have an idea already, I just need to make a nice draft and put it on Photoshop to colour and make pretty so I can send it to Mrs T pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- Platinum!!! Babysitted/slacked at JT's first while waiting for car to be serviced at Soi... 24 or something. Original plan: pick up car, drive to Empo, take BTS. We got stuck before we even reached Empo so dad walked, then mum and I waited till he could pull along the side of the road and we alighted to walk to the Phrom Pong BTS station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{-- I HAVE FOUND MY BLOGSKIN! &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/292580"&gt;http://blogskins.com/info/292580&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er. Only managed to visit a few shops on first floor before dad whisked me away tsk-tsking. Bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Red long-sleeve round-neck dress. (Was going to channel Emma Watson before I got home, tried it on and realized I looked nothing like her. Damn.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tank dress. (I don't know what colour it is- somehow my head's going "Earth coloured" but that doesn't make much sense. It's like earthy khaki.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;White and grey striped sweater. (It's for guys but I couldn't resist. Anyway, we were buying shirts for my brothers. It would've been a waste not to compile ;))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to Shangri-La NEXT2 Restaurant for dinner with JT and Auntie Soklee (sp?). Was great, but felt like exploding afterwards with that tummy lol.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;: first day of CCD program, year 2. Damn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wore that nautical striped ress that I bought aeons ago but never wore, with my rip-off Chanel ballet flats. Arrived late because the cut on my tongue is getting worse and I couldn't eat properly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mass was a bit sad. Considering there were so many people jampacked into a hall and my tongue hurt and I DIDN'T WANT TO GO CCD it was... sad. Anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;New teacher: Mrs. Gelsinger. Marki, Michael, Matt and Girard are in my class. But obviously we don't talk much. Same girls as ever. By the way- Sher, your darling Chelsi is in my class. But we didn't talk. Ugh, I can't believe I have to sit 10 cm away from the same giggly girls as last year! This may sound really stuck-up and I KNOW I have to be nicer but still. It is HARD. TO. STAND. (Esp when the teacher was like, "How do we know what we believe in? There's a prayer we say every time that states this..." and the girls are all like, "TEEHEE, Our Father!" when it was obviously the Nicene Creed. AARGH. Note to self: MUST. BE. NICER. AND. &lt;em&gt;RENZHU&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then went Empo. Dad bought a new book, I bought A Tis's cover of &lt;em&gt;Girlfriend&lt;/em&gt;, while Mum went grocery shopping. Then we went back to our Soi and kidnapped JT, who looked pretty perplexed about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end after about an hour he gave up trying to fit in and bawled his head off, so we brought him home all stressed. (He scared the kids in our lobby too! Oh no.) But not before I got 2 videos and several pictures of him, might post some up later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have to: put my retainers back in (ate ice-cream just now and I'm too lazy to get them), repaint nails, do Physics, check if there's any homework due tomorrow, and get off my lazy FB butt and do something like try out those icon tutorials I found on LJ. (Thanks pingghee: &lt;a href="http://imamonsterr.livejournal.com/3172.html"&gt;http://imamonsterr.livejournal.com/3172.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and &lt;u&gt;stop thinking about going back to Singapore&lt;/u&gt;. It'll only depress me and distract me from my homework.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-5640664614071870889?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/5640664614071870889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/5640664614071870889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-story.html' title='Love Story'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-7225712053007279346</id><published>2009-09-04T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T04:03:46.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"They Say I Look Like Maggie"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SqDzy2B2onI/AAAAAAAAEHw/NeixG0bX_no/s1600-h/maggie+lookalike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377566009902670450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SqDzy2B2onI/AAAAAAAAEHw/NeixG0bX_no/s320/maggie+lookalike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow she does.&lt;br /&gt;Look like Maggie Gyllenhaal, I mean. [WOW I COULD SPELL ZAT!]&lt;br /&gt;Click here: &lt;a href="http://lookbook.nu/look/231103-They-Say-I-Look-Like-Maggie"&gt;They-Say-I-Look-Like-Maggie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the outfit too.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-7225712053007279346?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/7225712053007279346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/7225712053007279346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/they-say-i-look-like-maggie.html' title='&quot;They Say I Look Like Maggie&quot;'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SqDzy2B2onI/AAAAAAAAEHw/NeixG0bX_no/s72-c/maggie+lookalike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-1681260614122230846</id><published>2009-09-03T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T04:16:25.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult</title><content type='html'>"Shit happens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Ching Ying. Forever and ever. For putting my emotions into two words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, future emotions, anyway. Right now I'm just feeling the first word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to start Etoile Filante but due to certain problems bout the layout I won't be posting right now. Got my first outfit already, for first alternate dress day of the HS year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I won't post I gotta keep track of the stuff here for the mo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cotton On shirt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Platinum belt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ESP jeans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cotton On gladiators&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nivea lip balm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;L'Oreal eyeshadow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SilkyGirl eyeliner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;GTG. homework. and trying to get people to BUTT OFF.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;note to self:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;shit happens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-1681260614122230846?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/1681260614122230846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/1681260614122230846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/difficult.html' title='Difficult'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-7491185261912870114</id><published>2009-09-02T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T06:07:11.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAC is Finally Updated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp5tK2zqX-I/AAAAAAAAEG8/3pDxRp48heA/s1600-h/thePRADAexpression.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376855038405271522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp5tK2zqX-I/AAAAAAAAEG8/3pDxRp48heA/s400/thePRADAexpression.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TAC has finally been updated! With 16 icons! By me!&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly they're not very good and 16's not a huge batch but still considering I haven't posted in ages it's a good start.&lt;br /&gt;I originally had 15 but since TAC posts in lines of 4 I thought might as well do another one, and once I saw the picture on the left (cropped; the original's much wider) I HAD to do an icon. I LOVE her expression. It's like, "Whaaaat?" as if she's done something wrong and the model on the left has FOUND OUT HER TANTALISING SECRET!!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha I know I have an overactive imagination. Finished all HW; Baan Rachawadee today was awesome but have to work out if I can reschedule tuition for Wednesdays -I don't know if it's worth it- and also next Tuesday we have a GI meeting. Oh wait I already blogged bout that.&lt;br /&gt;Still debating over my outfit for Friday- FIRST ALTERNATE DRESS DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL! I've settled on my white Cotton On button-up and my pastel yellow button-up flare skirt from Platinum, but it's the accessories that're bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;Sea of Shoes only had 1 new post ): or maybe I check it TOO often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-7491185261912870114?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/7491185261912870114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/7491185261912870114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/tac-is-finally-updated.html' title='TAC is Finally Updated'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp5tK2zqX-I/AAAAAAAAEG8/3pDxRp48heA/s72-c/thePRADAexpression.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-2672768315404022482</id><published>2009-09-01T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:29:28.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>145 / Nikon D300</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp3WgWtB6YI/AAAAAAAAEE0/cuujnHhQrpw/s1600-h/nikon-d300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376689381488847234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp3WgWtB6YI/AAAAAAAAEE0/cuujnHhQrpw/s320/nikon-d300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Bing Images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[/edit] This is the camera Jane Aldridge from Sea of Shoes uses, with two 1.4 lenses. I'm not that crazy over using it because I know it'll take me a long time to get used to a big professional camera (DESPITE using one in P6 for DMP- I don't think that was a Nikon, right???) but still, her images are so sharp, plus I really want to transform my blogging style into a more visual one like Jane's for Etoile Filante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In library for free period now, I'm sorely tempted to change my blogskin because this one is severely getting on my nerves. It doesn't look too professional, ignoring my constant attempts to spruce it up a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just met with Mr. Rubis- going to try to attend a fund-raising meeting at lunch today to see what Gutenburg's Intent can do. Next Tuesday it looks like we're going to have a brief after-school meeting as well- it's super brief apparently so I'll still miss the 2.20 bus (shit D: I like my bus and coming home early) but never mind, if Nimarta can make it we can finish up homework in the library until we can catch the 3:30 bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is Baan Rachawadee after school! It's just my "trial meeting" to see if I like being in the club. My mother is still very scared that I'll get affected by seeing the cerebral palsy kids- it's a rational fear, seeing as I already cower seeing amputated people outside MRT stations, and I'm already like, "I'LL BUY ALL YOUR TISSUES!" But I think it would be fun for me to learn how to interate with people with celebral palsy. There was this girl in OLPS with cerebral palsy and I never interacted with her, but she always made funny moaning noises during Mass and I was like, "Mum, why is she so weird?" I hope that I've changed and matured and will be able to cope and make these kids have FUN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But if I come home crying holding out about a thousand packets of 10c tissues (just kidding) maybe I'll have to tell Mrs Tananone I don't want to continue Baan Rachawadee anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've finished my Spanish homework already -it was easy, took less than ten minutes, even when checking an online dictionary instead of Spanish-speaking Laeticia before me- and I think I might want to attempt the world civ. caste system simulation reflection before going on Sea of Shoes and everything. It should be easy. He went through it today for practically half an hour making me late for meeting Nimarta outside the MPB for free period. (Granted: I just remembered I got through ALL of Sea of Shoe's archives last night. Right down to the first introductory post. So unless Jane has posted about a thousand new posts in the last 24 hours I won't have much catching up to do.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, high ho the merry-oh, it's the castesimulationreflection for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-2672768315404022482?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2672768315404022482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/2672768315404022482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/145-nikon-d300.html' title='145 / Nikon D300'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp3WgWtB6YI/AAAAAAAAEE0/cuujnHhQrpw/s72-c/nikon-d300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-28628818506272299</id><published>2009-09-01T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T06:07:34.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not As Glam...</title><content type='html'>etoile filante: pronounced&lt;em&gt; e-toee fi-l-ah-nte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEFINITELY not as glam as I thought it would be. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting addicted to Esmee D and Mia R again, on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTG. FINISHED HOMEWORK! dinner's waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-28628818506272299?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/28628818506272299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/28628818506272299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-as-glam.html' title='Not As Glam...'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-7757038474506863847</id><published>2009-09-01T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T06:51:52.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>étoile filante</title><content type='html'>Yes I didn't capitalise that because I copied it from &lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/%C3%A9toile_filante"&gt;http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/%C3%A9toile_filante&lt;/a&gt; and I'm too lazy to go look up a CAPITAL 'e' with an accent mark. :D It's the name of my new blog. There's a free domain available for it which I desperately want but unfortunately the website is under construction for a few hours so I won't be able to 'chop' it. Hopefully nobody else takes it! If all goes well my new blog -which will concentrate on my outfits as well as daily life- will be &lt;a href="http://www.etoilefilante.co.nr/"&gt;http://www.etoilefilante.co.nr/&lt;/a&gt;. For now it's just plain ol' &lt;a href="http://www.etoilefilante-x.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.etoilefilante-x.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; because Blogger won't let me just do etoilefilante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;étoile filante : &lt;/em&gt;shooting star / falling star [in French]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I KNOW it's uncreative but it sounds so magical and besides &lt;em&gt;shining star &lt;/em&gt;in Spanish sounds like a bunch of gobbledegook and there's no &lt;em&gt;shooting star&lt;/em&gt;- I'm afraid the online dictionary might give me something with guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in a poetic mood coming home today in the bus. Would've written them down, but, y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall try to remember the various things that I thought of. like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The road shines after it's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rained&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this is a two-way street&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me all roads lead back to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is sketchy and ugly and half-koped off Taylor Swift but she puts it so well, &lt;em&gt;there's something 'bout the way / the street looks when it's just rained / there's a glow off the pavement. &lt;/em&gt;Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leans into the mirror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carefully waving her wand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Magic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blowing tissue kisses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stained.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's the process of putting make-up on. I actually bothered to bring my eyeshadow (L'Oreal) and eyeliner (Silkygirl) to school today to retouch after PE, since it was before lunch so I could take my time. Unfortunately there was a scare about how I was making Nimarta late for her first Helping Paws meeting. (Turns out I didn't, but whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heart beats fast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drums&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eyes dither flushed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voice trembles quiet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ebb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically that's me going to take pictures for Journalism today with Amy. I really wish I could relive it. I'm probably an unprofessional giggler in everyone's eyes by now. Not counting the time when I said "SHIT!" really REALLY loudly to a REALLY quiet room when I discovered we'd missed a lunchtime appointment with Mr Tananone. SO EMBARRASSING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how fast you made my heart beat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and how red you made my flushed cheeks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, enough dithery details (I love that word! 'dithery'! It probably isn't a word, though). I'm going to WORK ON A BLOGSKIN. And then put one here. Simplicity doesn't work long for me, esp when I don't have a wishlist I can constantly add to. Now I have 2 more wishes: &lt;em&gt;sandal boots&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;join LookBook&lt;/em&gt;. I could probably get in if I could; problem now's my mother thinks joining LookBook is equivalent to murder. Or something.... Murder of my self-esteem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really think so. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[/edit] &lt;/strong&gt;I just found this one-liner I wrote in my agenda. It's quite beautiful:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I look at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fear to be blinded by your dazzling light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-7757038474506863847?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/7757038474506863847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/7757038474506863847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/09/etoile-filante.html' title='étoile filante'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-8437159653023121054</id><published>2009-08-31T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T05:45:06.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Margielas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SpvC1dohjzI/AAAAAAAAEEs/Xolm5ervm0Y/s1600-h/COLLAGE.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376104803940273970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SpvC1dohjzI/AAAAAAAAEEs/Xolm5ervm0Y/s400/COLLAGE.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the very pretty collage by me, shown above, displays... I AM LUSTING FOR SANDAL BOOTS! This lust is fuelled (and was started) by the heinous/genius Jane Alridge of &lt;a href="http://www.seaofshoes.com/"&gt;Sea of Shoes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 on the Lust Choice would obviously be her Martin Margielas, preferably in camel which LUCKY HER SHE ALSO OWNS, but Ebay only yields the black. As luck would have it THEY ARE IN MY SIZE, but cost USD 1, 188. No kidding. (&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/MARTIN-MARGIELA-Open-Toe-Leather-Knee-Boots-39-8-NIB_W0QQitemZ230369767130QQcmdZViewItemQQptZUS_Women_s_Shoes?hash=item35a31baeda&amp;amp;_trksid=p3286.c0.m14"&gt;Evidence.&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;em&gt;more sensible &lt;/em&gt;Lust List would be the ones labelled in a funky "#1" above on the collage. They cost USD 28.99 (&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/Korea-N9-style-vintage-shoelace-Sandals-Boots-sz-35-39_W0QQitemZ370252199225QQcmdZViewItemQQptZUS_Women_s_Shoes?hash=item5634c03539&amp;amp;_trksid=p3286.m20.l1116"&gt;Check&lt;/a&gt;). Best thing? They're available sizes 35 through 39, so as I once read I could actually order 38 and 39 and then just send 39 back if it's too big, or 38 if it's too small. (Although that would be stupid because I would have to pay the return shipping cost.) USD 28.99 is about SGD ... 42. WHAT. (I thought it would be about 32 SGD!) Okay, maybe I &lt;em&gt;shouldn't &lt;/em&gt;want them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 on my Lust &amp;amp; Sensibility list is the flatter, definitely less desirable gladiator version, which costs USD 26.99 for the buyer who offers sizes 5-8 (&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/Sexy-Flat-Tall-Gladiator-Sandals-Boots-Shoes-US-5-8_W0QQitemZ280380378272QQcmdZViewItemQQptZUS_Women_s_Shoes?hash=item4147f90ca0&amp;amp;_trksid=p3286.c0.m14"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) but USD19.99 for the buyer who offers size 8 only (&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/Sexy-Flat-Tall-Gladiator-Sandals-Boots-Shoes-US-8-38_W0QQitemZ170376949260QQcmdZViewItemQQptZUS_Women_s_Shoes?hash=item27ab41ee0c&amp;amp;_trksid=p3286.c0.m14"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). (If you want to buy the latter now it's 39.99. Whoa.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want the $42 one though. I BET my mother's bought SGD 50-plus shoes before. Then again... GRAH. Plus, they're 8 cm high, so I'm not very sure, but they ARE the surest way to grab this trend. I haven't seen it around Platinum before I think. I wonder if there are any made-to-order shoe shops around. I want those Margielas!!! The design is exquisite!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;em&gt;Are my eyes deceiving me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/020100110-Japan-Shoes-Grey-Lace-up-Flat-Boot-34-39_W0QQitemZ180401524804QQcmdZViewItemQQptZUS_Women_s_Shoes?hash=item2a00c4d044&amp;amp;_trksid=p3286.c0.m14"&gt;These apparently cost USD 0.99 with 0 bids.&lt;/a&gt; Granted, the laces don't look very nice with the boots, but if purchased in black the contrast might not be too obvious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-8437159653023121054?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/8437159653023121054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/8437159653023121054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-margielas.html' title='O Margielas!'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/SpvC1dohjzI/AAAAAAAAEEs/Xolm5ervm0Y/s72-c/COLLAGE.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-128800774806257327</id><published>2009-08-29T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T04:06:17.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I Told You Lately That I Love You?</title><content type='html'>Did my own French mani! Yesss! It's &lt;em&gt;passable&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I used the nail art pen I got last time in MBK. Then "pen" is horrible for French manis, but the brush itself is surprisingly thin and sleek- it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Erawan today to try out the Lee's Cafe in the basement. I found the service and ambience wonderful but the food passable- maybe because I let myself hope for passable kway tiao again and ended up having starchy noodles &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. I must remind myself that only T1 in Changi Airport does it right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we walked over to CentralWorld because my dad wanted to get a tie for a friend. Obviously I strayed, so my dad told my mum and I to meet him once we were done. ESP and Portland were having a sale so we looked around there, and I got a pair of &lt;em&gt;wonderful sateen skinnies&lt;/em&gt;. I normally detest skinnies and this one is no exception to the "They make my bum look ginormous" rule, but I love the texture. I'll just try to wear tunics over it as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we strolled over to the accessories sections. My mother eyed this gorgeous diamond bracelet but after discount it was still over 1000 baht, so in the end she bought a gold and pearl layered necklace, which was quite gorgeous too. I bought a navy sateen hairband with diamante detail, a pearl hairband and a B&amp;amp;W shawl which I'm going to share with my mother. Chances are she's going to use it as a shawl and me, a gigantic scarf. She says it looks like Yassir Arafat's, and it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, came home... tried the pants on again just to show it off to the mirror (; then came on here and got distracted by RCFA. But anyway my main purpose was to type out my homework so I remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maths 2-1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maths 2-2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;World Civ. "Dharma of Tailors"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physics Homework Questions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English paragraph on "Perceive, Know, Care"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;AAARGH I DONT WANNA DO HOMEWORK ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I live for odd days now. Even days just drag on so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-128800774806257327?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/128800774806257327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/128800774806257327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-i-told-you-lately-that-i-love-you.html' title='Have I Told You Lately That I Love You?'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119487738483078049.post-6848661841316192056</id><published>2009-08-28T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T05:36:08.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to: Pieces of Flair on FB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Hey Harry, let's all point our wands at people and use spells without knowing what they're for!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the dark side has &lt;strong&gt;chocolate&lt;/strong&gt; and the light side has &lt;strong&gt;cookies&lt;/strong&gt;, does that mean the middle has &lt;strong&gt;chocolate cookies&lt;/strong&gt;? Go middle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Because we all secretly cried when we didn't get our Hogwarts acceptance letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Things To Do At Wal-Mart: Hide in the clothings rack and, when people browse through, say things like, "Pick me! Pick me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish you hit like a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I am smart; I have a HQ of... Wait..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't come any closer! I have new pointy shoes and I know how to use 'em!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When life hands you Edward Cullen, stomp on his face and demand for DRACO MALFOY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brunette: I was listening to Eminem last night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blonde: You were listening to CANDY???!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship is tighter than the JoBros' pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Nargles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I kinda maybe like you a lot more than I originally planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: It is illegal to stab people for being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shouting LUMOS at the light switch will not help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swine flu: Bacon's revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO TRESPASSING! Violators will be shot. Survivors will be shot again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Things to do at Wal-Mart: Make up nonsense products and ask new staff if they have them in stock, like, "Do you carry Schneagles here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dance like nobody's watching. Sing like... on second thoughts, DON'T SING."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't think of them as nerds, think of them as future millionaires."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two uses for hardcover books: reading, and bashing stupid people on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who can break your heart should have no intention of doing it. If they do then they don't deserve your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been alone in a crowded room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandchildren are God's reward for not killing your kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bite me... I'm a freshman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of my mind, but feel free to leave a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love Fred... or maybe it's George.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things to do at Wal-Mart: Go to a fitting room, wait in there for a while and loudly shout, "There's no toilet paper in here!"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things to do at Wal-Mart: Look right into the security camera, use it as a mirror and pick your nose.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive like a Cullen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can conquer the world with one hand, as long as you are holding the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life hands you Skittles, throw them at random people and yell, "Taste the freaking rainbow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random is telling people to go suck a poptart in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No coffee, no workee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men invented soccer, but women perfected it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not easily distracted. I... HEY, IS THAT GUY SPARKLING?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay to like Twilight and Harry Potter, but if you ever hear me say Twilight is better,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; shoot me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are stupid, and therefore wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll stop there. I'm clogging my blog, AND everyone's FB. I'm been on Flair for like, an hour already, I'm guessing. And I've only painted ONE HAND's nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying out my royal blue Gina polish. Darker than I thought. Love-hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duffy said he liked my shoes! (The red fringe sandals. Note to self: take pictures!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, moved to sit with Michael P ("We KNOW you party at night. Don't try to hide it") and Dao in English because Mr K told us to. Personally I think &lt;em&gt;it's the best group anyone could ask for (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out the whole of 9th Grade and maybe more have a crush on Mr Tananone. Fan club ftw! According to Nimanee/Tata (can't remember), Mrs McRobbie said even her 2 year old daughter is in love with the man. Oh, pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, Amy, Helen and I are going to take good use of our JOURNALISM PRIVILEGE and go together to take pictures of him ostensibly for the International's article on new staff (by me! ain't I smart, volunteering to do it...).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9119487738483078049-6848661841316192056?l=cachememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/6848661841316192056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9119487738483078049/posts/default/6848661841316192056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachememories.blogspot.com/2009/08/addicted-to-pieces-of-flair-on-fb.html' title='Addicted to: Pieces of Flair on FB'/><author><name>Grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_680yCV3KOo8/Sp-X_va1XKI/AAAAAAAAEHE/5DcmiVy7mbs/S220/57.png'/></author></entry></feed>
