tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347096972024-02-20T18:39:26.411+09:00Textbook EnigmaticI am simply imitating the behavior of humans.losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709697.post-81546839332682921922012-05-07T01:54:00.001+09:002012-05-07T01:54:14.387+09:00It's Sunday Night...<br />
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Ah yes, another entry, and it's about another television show. This time, however, the love is much deeper, all-encompassing.<br />
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It's
sunday night, at the height of The Madness.<br />
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It's gotten to the point
wherein I have the tv all to myself by 9pm, and if I don't (usually due to football), there's the
small one downstairs to squint at. My dad is usually watching with me at
this point, especially if this is a Monster of The Week episode. He's
not much of a fan of the years-long Conspiracy episodes. They're not
always my favorite either, but hey, I'm involved heart and soul at this
point.<br />
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The opening teaser. The opening credits. The opening theme that still manages to make my nerves twitch and goosebump.<br />
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<i> The Truth is Out There.</i><br />
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When
most of my peers were watching Sabrina The Teenage Witch and Dawson's
Creek, I discovered an entirely different love. Granted, I caught those
shows sometimes too, but it wasn't James Vanderbeek who was all over my
walls when I was 12 years old. It was David Duchovny, Gillian Anderson,
and a green rubber alien in a giant pickle jar, a masking tape letter 'X' backlit on my bedroom window. <br />
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I was a
weird kid growing up, and no mistake. I grew up enjoying a lot of things
my female peers didn't, like Star Wars and Star Trek and Doctor Who
reruns from the 70s on PBS. I was girly too, don't get me wrong! I loved
pink and dolls and horses and dresses. But I also loved stories about
magic, I loved reading The Hobbit and running around in the woods,
pretending I was a warrior princess. And I loved scary things, scary
stories, they were dark and mysterious and forbidden and I ate 'em up.
Aliens and Trolls and Dragons and Ghosts hinted at a world more colorful
and interesting than my own, just as much as the Good Faeries and
Unicorns and Hobbits did.<br />
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Thus, my weird little head
was fertile ground for Chris Carter's magnum opus about FBI Agent Fox
Mulder and his partner Dana Scully. Having witnessed his sister abducted
from their home when he was 12, Mulder leaves a promising career as a
brilliant criminal profiler, to take on the FBI's dustbin of unsolved,
unexplained cases nicknamed "The X-Files". Scully is assigned to keep
him in line, the logical Spock in heels to his borderline obsessive
Kirk. Magic follows.<br />
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Nowadays there's plenty of
spooky, supernatural fodder on the tele. Supernatural, Vampire Diaries,
True Blood. However, none of them have managed to pull off, visually,
what the X-Files did, which was create an atmosphere (at least in the
first 6 seasons) that got inside your head. Filmed in and around
Vancouver, the episodes weren't just spooky. They were gloomy, moody, a
disturbing horror landscape even in episodes with very little actual
violence. You didn't want to go into the places Mulder and Scully went,
even when it was a perfectly normal suburban home.<br />
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For me, the show was Mine. Sure, my elder siblings watched and enjoyed
it, but I drank it into my soul. I hung on every earnest word David
Duchovny spoke as Fox Mulder, I wanted hair like Scully's and I wanted
them to end up together one day. Gillian Anderson's wardrobe got
sleeker, and by 13 I was emulating it, if just in my going-out clothes.
13, in suit-pieces and pumps on the weekends, all gothed out like my
favorite computer hacker from the show during the week. It was something
all mine, to lose myself in when life wasn't quite going the way I
wanted it to.<br />
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I have much more to thank it for, though. As I said, I was a
weird kid. I had friends, but none terribly close, and few I actually
shared interests with. Incredibly lonely, when I was around 13 I was
allowed on our computer, with its achingly slow dial-up internet. This
was 1998-99, and you had AOL or you had nothing, at 12 - 13 anyway! I
discovered the AOL message boards. Then I discovered the X-Files board.<br />
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Life = altered.<br />
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I made friends! Friends who liked the same things I did! Who
dressed like me and liked the music I did. I met my very best friend
when I was 13 years old, and we are still BFFS nearly 14 years later,
and still very good friends with two or three others we met on the
same chat boards. We all discovered fanfiction, wrote fanfiction, all
the things that came with really and truly LOVING something imaginary, for the very first time.
The X-Files introduced me to my best friend, and to Fandom itself.<br />
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Other things would follow over my teenage years. Lord of The
Rings and Harry Potter and Star Wars are life-time loves. I honed my
writing with silly things like fanfic, I've traveled half-way across the
country to see movie premieres with good friends. I have a wealth of
geek knowledge and a well-exercised imagination now, which is weaving it's own
contributions to the Great Geek Canon as we speak.<br />
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And it all began with Sunday Nights.<br />
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A skinny girl with a hot mug of tea cross-legged on the floor
next to dad's armchair, eyes glued to the screen, the mantra forever
pulsing in her brain. A mantra she'd unknowingly be reciting all through
her life, through every dazzling experience, in the real world and on
the page, the screen, in Tokyo, Japan or in Bomoseen, Vermont.<br />
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<b>I Want To Believe.</b><br />
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~ Amy<br />
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Me and my brothers, Halloween. </div>
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I forget the year, but this was um. </div>
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A look I sported for a long time!</div>
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<br /></div>losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709697.post-30803098644046210592012-04-03T10:31:00.010+09:002012-04-03T10:42:54.783+09:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0rM6WGykfxf8JV9qgKejcN8qnWzPqaR3L9kkRlgp14UWvSiIJJ5Tg2piIPsWYEj6x-P7N1ce5Ff1QEX8c_Naj1vR1opMR8s0mRSyg31fZnAcyVx7R8WR-TpQmsM5iEld_lz2lEg/s1600/GOT9.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0rM6WGykfxf8JV9qgKejcN8qnWzPqaR3L9kkRlgp14UWvSiIJJ5Tg2piIPsWYEj6x-P7N1ce5Ff1QEX8c_Naj1vR1opMR8s0mRSyg31fZnAcyVx7R8WR-TpQmsM5iEld_lz2lEg/s400/GOT9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726982628515290258" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Women of Thrones!</span><br /><br /><p> I adore Game of Thrones. Yes, I was one of those people who saw the show first, and then picked up the books. Yes, I watched the show because it had Sean Bean in the first season. But after gobbling up 3 and a half books (I'm drawing out the last book-and-a-half as long as I can, cause I know once I finish Dance With Dragons, I'll be bereft and listless), I can safely say it's the women who keep me reading intently. </p><p> Sure, Tyrion is amazing, Jamie grows on you like a weed, and Samwell makes you want to wrap him up in a big 'ol bear hug. But, more compelling than all of them, at least for me, is the iron-clad will of a cast of richly wrought female characters. Clever, foolish, ruthless, compassionate, all the women of Westeros share that will in common, at least the ones who survive a world that is decidedly not in their favor. </p><p> Apparently, author George R.R. Martin has gotten criticism for what he puts his female characters through, for putting them into a world that is so very male-dominated. Rape is commonplace in conquering a kingdom, female nobles cannot inherit even if they're the eldest, and instead are used more often than not as pawns. A woman shouldn't go to war, and even learning how to handle a weapon is considered unseemly. Women, by society's measure, are -powerless-. I think those critics forget though, that fantasy world or not, our own medieval era was exactly the same.</p><p> And it makes his women shine all the brighter.</p><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX7cMQ4jJekNnee9JXEwSidyFRZUaSXeIavBVuKXcFptwumtoqjMeIGt8cOeP-5MiBuwGQinNfcARwWT-MguZfcWvUy7KDIG6pSEWpusDAlwoGUmY3D9Vfys-rrYc86hTurC6VhQ/s1600/GOT6.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX7cMQ4jJekNnee9JXEwSidyFRZUaSXeIavBVuKXcFptwumtoqjMeIGt8cOeP-5MiBuwGQinNfcARwWT-MguZfcWvUy7KDIG6pSEWpusDAlwoGUmY3D9Vfys-rrYc86hTurC6VhQ/s400/GOT6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726982513313768834" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLuSktwR7QA-OzhR5AKGyuYZeeJKnFSx5-oKfv8Yisd-vInCUtuHCToZm3EWyUYSJOq0XqCr2KraBD7hM2xYoc5rf8ILsK-GEv5_X3I-fJ8ObtlzZe2hny7NKEmobdUSAKVE7GVQ/s1600/GOT7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLuSktwR7QA-OzhR5AKGyuYZeeJKnFSx5-oKfv8Yisd-vInCUtuHCToZm3EWyUYSJOq0XqCr2KraBD7hM2xYoc5rf8ILsK-GEv5_X3I-fJ8ObtlzZe2hny7NKEmobdUSAKVE7GVQ/s400/GOT7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726982429550880562" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLfdKPYOiV04AC93-LcXuaq4g33yF51Ajx2Lvmb-SJ-qbTqloqI5dwSGWEX1ev6unVVjqK7oehd5WgXtWC0zCvDTJ36HAmw9VE404XBKcDCz30WXoj6kUEQYiz1ylPf5RLNrzL8w/s1600/GOT4.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLfdKPYOiV04AC93-LcXuaq4g33yF51Ajx2Lvmb-SJ-qbTqloqI5dwSGWEX1ev6unVVjqK7oehd5WgXtWC0zCvDTJ36HAmw9VE404XBKcDCz30WXoj6kUEQYiz1ylPf5RLNrzL8w/s400/GOT4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726982344325238130" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi69xeLLOyLwgTOfhXIJ0pMGHDyf6T-0tJqxkHvbozmoppb04dAddbMB4Ov3n7iB40buGlPlhRjcsbDvb92Z176v5swpYQabgaxkLI9tb2eH8CYvk_irla3MtrIKT8H8KUUWIrqng/s1600/GOT5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi69xeLLOyLwgTOfhXIJ0pMGHDyf6T-0tJqxkHvbozmoppb04dAddbMB4Ov3n7iB40buGlPlhRjcsbDvb92Z176v5swpYQabgaxkLI9tb2eH8CYvk_irla3MtrIKT8H8KUUWIrqng/s400/GOT5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726982249035194770" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><p> On the one hand, we have characters like Sansa Stark,Catelyn Tully, Cersei Lannister, and Margaery Tyrell. Noble-natured, easily used as pawns in their marriages (though Sansa, at least, has a father who loves her), and, traditionally, with only childbirth as their future accomplishments. But they are far, far more! Love her or love to hate her, Cersei is ruthless, manipulative, and dearly loves her son. Margaery maneuvers and smiles and gracefully dances her way into the people's favor, having them calling for her as Queen while Cersei scowls. And Sansa, beautiful Sansa, possibly the most cliche, romantic and naive character at the start, finds her strength and musters it for all it's worth, while still remaining an essentially good-hearted girl. And Cat, such a mother, and made of steel. She loses nearly everyone she loves, but goes barreling on.</p><p><br /></p></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6nePFN5FXb_bT7iXCcmkmF_Q2gTf3NBc_tllemZT1a9fDfV5bQtBgEkiojhvTbTjDwNticVwd3eD4xjendApy03uP-T862Ptcw7e4ADBp68umtIXoCKXaeIEpzTW6kROWvRxgtw/s1600/Got3.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6nePFN5FXb_bT7iXCcmkmF_Q2gTf3NBc_tllemZT1a9fDfV5bQtBgEkiojhvTbTjDwNticVwd3eD4xjendApy03uP-T862Ptcw7e4ADBp68umtIXoCKXaeIEpzTW6kROWvRxgtw/s400/Got3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726982008002100306" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjJd_XZjf8SrgD8U-gIivYNUobHFVvvafP2y7BEg_8yebsS_pXdc1dIMYDNaSwkULsQyTss1n_V7K0SF7IR9bh7W5fa9eCNhOJbZga5sjSIObxFctehyphenhyphengnt68L525N8T_cvGDSmw/s1600/GOT2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjJd_XZjf8SrgD8U-gIivYNUobHFVvvafP2y7BEg_8yebsS_pXdc1dIMYDNaSwkULsQyTss1n_V7K0SF7IR9bh7W5fa9eCNhOJbZga5sjSIObxFctehyphenhyphengnt68L525N8T_cvGDSmw/s400/GOT2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726981877093982850" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYyJOgJhkqA69GcKS8yMJPjd8T79dQg2OvD-kWKY4B_1pHxZVCFBntu8k6YKmSzPTdKRb93a9I8WFLijc4JBUWvs35Y7uxC9S07YhLzNhUU9FaMN6v0crcUIWlydyXUcDPhcx8VA/s1600/GOT8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYyJOgJhkqA69GcKS8yMJPjd8T79dQg2OvD-kWKY4B_1pHxZVCFBntu8k6YKmSzPTdKRb93a9I8WFLijc4JBUWvs35Y7uxC9S07YhLzNhUU9FaMN6v0crcUIWlydyXUcDPhcx8VA/s400/GOT8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726981783355535122" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRD7R6kpqJzRWNA6z1PIHGibvymmibT0sfKVU8nnu-GRUmW-QEnjbQ0rfKG402y8Kf4gIN-W9JaRmVuiZhyphenhyphenJ8WJCNiN-drJ8YV0URcf8p-CoByIuc9xHfSwCFaXe9QgRXjmSOcNA/s1600/GOT1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRD7R6kpqJzRWNA6z1PIHGibvymmibT0sfKVU8nnu-GRUmW-QEnjbQ0rfKG402y8Kf4gIN-W9JaRmVuiZhyphenhyphenJ8WJCNiN-drJ8YV0URcf8p-CoByIuc9xHfSwCFaXe9QgRXjmSOcNA/s400/GOT1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726981695100126770" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><p> On the other hand, there are the girls who don't play by the rules, who defy what's expected of them, difficult as their lives become. Arya Stark becomes a lone assassin at the age of 12. Asha Greyjoy, at the death or imprisonment of all her brothers, becomes the lead contender for her father's throne, not to mention being a badass hottie who leads his armies! Brienne of Tarth (IS A GODDESS *cough*) is a Knight, being an unattractive, large girl she could have been content being awkwardly dressed up and forced to marry a man who mocked her. Instead, she picks up a sword at a young age and is good, noble, more a knight than any man in the books, save maybe Ned Stark...but is still ridiculed the whole way, and takes it. And then of course Daenerys, The Last Dragon. She starts the story as a terrified 13 year old bride, finding her strength, and becoming the Mother of Dragons, the best, and potentially most powerful contender for the Iron Throne. </p><p> There are GADS more characters, and more I adore about this story, and thus far, the tv show that is true to the books. Yes, they're tough to read sometimes, bad things happen to Good People. But the above characters, and those they share the stage with are completely, utterly worth it. You want to see these kickass women succeed, rise above, and take their place in a swiftly-changing kingdom. Get in on the awesomeness!</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Real entry soon!</p><p>I have a Ladydate with my friends Dena & <a href="http://allthishappiness.blogspot.com/">Kater</a>,</p><p>to go see Titanic and have some shopping therapy on wednesday.</p><p>Expect pics of pretty girls in pretty clothes :D</p><p><br /></p><p>~ Amy<br /></p></div>losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709697.post-11989770318326230522012-04-01T04:36:00.012+09:002012-04-01T05:02:37.150+09:00There Is A Light & It Never Goes Out...<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcQtfaW1vsRb2npe8LU0zbwQI0p-o87G-URYYpA9KiIcSZ8VEAzk4G_508s5bD-vD58JWTdMj5EmEDIezS7lbPXvE9Jifmlp03qAwZD9kAMCmPsoGvQr6cIP5h-lBXXhxsKMDEoA/s1600/Fashionny7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcQtfaW1vsRb2npe8LU0zbwQI0p-o87G-URYYpA9KiIcSZ8VEAzk4G_508s5bD-vD58JWTdMj5EmEDIezS7lbPXvE9Jifmlp03qAwZD9kAMCmPsoGvQr6cIP5h-lBXXhxsKMDEoA/s400/Fashionny7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726149117034945602" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh Hai!<br /><br />This would be why I haven't updated of late:<br />SO MANY BOXES!<br />We're in our new place, AND have gotten our things from Japan,<br />thus things are a bit chaotic around here.<br />As you can see, though, I've got that GREAT brick wall.<br />It wants me to take pictures in front of it as soon as<br />everything is unpacked and set to rights, I can tell.<br /><br />For now though, some writing I did today!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p style="font-weight: bold;">Stop Blaming Fashion! </p> <p> No less than three conversations this week have gotten this entry rolling in my brain, thinking about people (especially women) and their complicated and different relationships with clothing and fashion. I'd say half of my readers for this bit of internet have been fashion bloggers who adore everything and anything to do with getting dressed. But one look outside the window will tell you not everyone does, and those of us whose hobby is fabulous garb will often get the comments/excuses, in real life, online, etc.</p><p><br /></p> <p>"I don't have time/money to waste thinking about all that."<br /></p><p>"Pretty clothes aren't made for my body anyway."</p><p> "I should be accepted exactly as I am."<br /></p><p>"It's restricting to my self-expression! I want to wear whatever I want!"</p><p> "Fashion is so ridiculous."<br /></p><p>And the old face-palm-inducing classic,<br /></p><p>"Ha! Wait until you have kids."<br /></p><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhORKcD58nZawPFKhLfzzTJm3n4Y2RxADWlFW1VAePkeaR5_5uUgvrlI7oHo5t61mvo0yPBAK0gyru57wh46dhTTtO_4kvZIAl3WXGGixdZJ1XG_S4Kb3iquVielVqZ1e6q27dmvw/s1600/Fashionny1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhORKcD58nZawPFKhLfzzTJm3n4Y2RxADWlFW1VAePkeaR5_5uUgvrlI7oHo5t61mvo0yPBAK0gyru57wh46dhTTtO_4kvZIAl3WXGGixdZJ1XG_S4Kb3iquVielVqZ1e6q27dmvw/s400/Fashionny1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726148733585696306" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p>Now, I don't ever expect everyone I meet to be as passionate about this subject as I am. Having the number of issues of Marie Clare and Nylon around the house as I do, and bawling like a dork when Austen Scarlet got sent home from Project Runway is borderline unhealthy! (Austen ;_;) And I bet people like me are just one more excuse those who don't pay much attention to their wardrobe use, if you only judged me by the size of my closet I'd look very vapid indeed.<br /></p><p>Here's the thing: Fashion, tastefully attention-getting clothes, and style aren't indulgences. They can be taken to an indulgent level, certainly, but so can anything. However, Looking Good is a key factor in Being Taken Seriously, Being Noticed, and/or Getting Ahead. Why do we wear nice clothes to a job interview? Why do people wear ballgowns to the Oscars? Those are two obvious ones. Dressing well communicates to the people around you that you not only take pride in your own appearance, but have respect for them as well. Yes, in my book, this includes the checkout girl at the grocery store. She doesn't want to see your holey sweatpants any more than the Queen of England does.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Now, to address those excuses!</p><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNv0TPgeEveVgtiQOcueSnqi7U7UsVxGrNe9odH82AErV1H9hE0T-m1YCCSYo7CikECRbYyiHf_ZtzDh2U3cqLRu_4gkEPZgutPIFo_NDO2cRQCoBuKZjqnEH9C_eaPdWeSKzorg/s1600/Fashionn75.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNv0TPgeEveVgtiQOcueSnqi7U7UsVxGrNe9odH82AErV1H9hE0T-m1YCCSYo7CikECRbYyiHf_ZtzDh2U3cqLRu_4gkEPZgutPIFo_NDO2cRQCoBuKZjqnEH9C_eaPdWeSKzorg/s400/Fashionn75.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726148534807075074" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold;">"I don't have time/money to waste thinking about all that."</p><p><br /></p><p> Here's a shocker: Nice modern clothes that fit your body well don't have to be expensive. And I don't mean in the "200$ skirt instead of 800$!" kind of way either (I don't think I even own a piece of clothing that cost me 200 bucks, and that includes shoes and my wedding dress!). Once you know your body type, the kind of clothes that fit it, and what colors work with you, you can find 'em at all price levels. Some sizes are harder than others to find, yes, but they're there. Hate going to stores? Not an excuse either, in the age of online shopping. And once the clothes in your closet fit you, work together, and make you feel good about yourself, it'll take you hardly any time to throw them on with a bit of mascara and hop out the door. </p></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz3IJyRfDdOFog4S863riI0Hbi4VszWVQlaAR0JRzjYaBg-vfJdjlDrZmw8eLJ6J8XCbFvNvkpjBEn7oSxAOcX8kLg_Qz35npnBycpGNpgeACnoWM1-FvEz6tA8-42euD50pViYA/s1600/Fashionny4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz3IJyRfDdOFog4S863riI0Hbi4VszWVQlaAR0JRzjYaBg-vfJdjlDrZmw8eLJ6J8XCbFvNvkpjBEn7oSxAOcX8kLg_Qz35npnBycpGNpgeACnoWM1-FvEz6tA8-42euD50pViYA/s400/Fashionny4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726148450376133730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p style="font-weight: bold;">"Pretty clothes aren't made for my body anyway."</p><p><br /></p><p> Lies.<br /></p><p>Yes, certain body types can't wear certain things, and those things are often the ones put on magazine covers on photoshopped bodies. But there are -vast- amounts of styles, cuts, colors and ways to wear things nowadays. Some of my favorite fashion bloggers/adorable friends aren't 'ideal-bodied'. They're short, tall, thick, thin, tattooed, pierced, pale, tan, black, white, curvy or flat. And they all dress killer! Because we all put in the little bit of homework to find out what looks good on us, and where to get it.</p><p> Now I know this might sound rich coming from me, tall, pale and a size 4 - 6, with long legs and curves. And isn't that interesting, that I must not have anything to say on the matter that holds water? The thought crossed your mind, and hey, mine as well. In my experience, the above excuse has come from girls of -all- body types. Big or little. Usually it can be traced back to when someone soured us to looking pretty. Oh how the bullying from age ten and onward still rings in my ears! </p><p><br /></p><p> Horseface. Fugly. Stupid. Special Ed.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p> I was picked apart for being tall, for having crooked teeth, for my big nose. For not having as much money as my peers, for wearing hand-me-downs and homemade leftovers from a very religious community. The things I liked at the time...Books, Star Wars, The X-Files, collecting dolls past age 12, sewing, music....were picked apart as well, until I hid them inside me for a while, along with not eating. I remember my poor mother enduring my panicky breakdowns at the mall while clothes shopping, desperate to be wearing what the girls who'd tortured me wore. And when I got them I wore them so often that it got me bullied as well, until I did a complete 180 around 14, 15. I wasn't going to be like them -at all-. I'd wear ratty jeans, gothy makeup, and scowl the rest of my way through highschool.</p><p> So no, I've never been called fat. I've never had to worry about not being able to find my size jeans at a store. But I was still very nicely scarred by 'pretty girls', and for a long time associated being fashionable and on trend with being a Bitch. Even into my 20s, there were certain looks that would give me emotional hives. </p><p> But you know what? Nobody likes everything about their body, and yet every body, every person is entitled to look fabulous, show-stopping and amazing. Don't let anyone make you feel otherwise, whether they're a fashion designer who only styles super-thin girls, or some idiot from your past. Being happy is the best revenge, I can assure you! Which leads into...</p><p><br /></p></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZ1ZLwV248UXcd8Q9HFfC5091VWhCMAOByhwFNc0xb_KNzRA1gm2JwSivrWXqA2Nb8P0C5KFuGvaaOJSdgN2sGhdDQpBtbwTS4iarzL9JltrcVGCiWBwFV2jj3O3jjb37Jrl7ig/s1600/Fashionny5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZ1ZLwV248UXcd8Q9HFfC5091VWhCMAOByhwFNc0xb_KNzRA1gm2JwSivrWXqA2Nb8P0C5KFuGvaaOJSdgN2sGhdDQpBtbwTS4iarzL9JltrcVGCiWBwFV2jj3O3jjb37Jrl7ig/s400/Fashionny5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726148135882032242" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold;">"I should be accepted exactly as I am."</p><p> </p><p> You should indeed! However...don't you want to be presenting the -best- version of yourself to the world? Not you pretending to be someone else in makeup and heels...YOU in makeup and heels! I find this one on par with women AND men who say, go into the dating scene thinking they should be accepted exactly as they are. Sure, the right person will love you if you put on a few pounds, leave the toilet seat up, and like collecting anything TARDIS-shaped! But you'll still probably scare them away by showing your full capacity to be mean, judgmental, addicted to a substance, or possess a quick temper. </p><p> My husband loves me without makeup, in my pjs, squealing over Harry Potter fanfic. But my mean sense of humor can hurt his feelings, and he's made me WANT to work on that, make myself a BETTER me. As in life, so in fashion! Sure, people might accept you professionally once you show them your amazing work as a graphics designer. But walking into the office in your sweats probably won't allow you to even get that far into the conversation. </p><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV6jakkMISJwMZJYY2ZKOxuCPmizw1WKpLfsi21bBrBOWhodZqjBYRuLflxATKib31zoJpZHea8Jy6It70UP9q7uwTrgUPDkvaVOmaKoLZ7NkZUh_31J2PNBsUTfOON-Uu0BcqDQ/s1600/Fashionny3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV6jakkMISJwMZJYY2ZKOxuCPmizw1WKpLfsi21bBrBOWhodZqjBYRuLflxATKib31zoJpZHea8Jy6It70UP9q7uwTrgUPDkvaVOmaKoLZ7NkZUh_31J2PNBsUTfOON-Uu0BcqDQ/s400/Fashionny3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726147900659333986" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><p style="font-weight: bold;">"It's restricting to my self-expression! I want to wear whatever I want!"</p><p><br /></p><p> Wroooong! Even classics (The Little Black Dress, Trenchcoat, Suit, Dark Jeans) come in every flavor of your personality. My trench is a classic cut, I've had it for years...and it's BRIGHT HAPPY YELLOW! All those band t-shirts I collected during that goth phase? Still wear 'em, only now with dark jeans and under a leather jacket or my black tuxedo jacket (30 bucks, kids). </p><p> I understand though, and it was my hangup for a long time in my late-teens too. SO many stylish adults I knew looked...nice, but not very exciting, at all. But then I got out of my own little bubble in the middle of nowhere, and looked long and hard at how people dressed, in the city, or outside of glossy editorial pages. Fashion blogging was just starting, and it helped open my eyes. As did the occasional What Not To Wear episode, I admit it! Because while many women end up looking a little clone-y by the end of an episode, this is because they hadn't much imagination to begin with, and Stacy and Clinton set them up with classic basics. I love when they get a gal who's creative-minded though (and so do they, I think), who really wants to keep her personality and self-expression. The results were always inspiring!</p><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSniMEPG4AGogFDyAS_6EGtO7PzrYa-Frbk05hhjAllcPjVVTXcXeopTkQs4trlFpoEGcVCD2j50FQDTsZmZ6cVexbHoQD04YKdJEc0zzXJW4HGewHz7PofDMxzA04hK1_HuZ9OA/s1600/Fashionny2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSniMEPG4AGogFDyAS_6EGtO7PzrYa-Frbk05hhjAllcPjVVTXcXeopTkQs4trlFpoEGcVCD2j50FQDTsZmZ6cVexbHoQD04YKdJEc0zzXJW4HGewHz7PofDMxzA04hK1_HuZ9OA/s400/Fashionny2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726147757303537890" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><p style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold;">"Fashion is so ridiculous."</p><p><br /></p><p> This one came up today, and yeah, if you're not a fashionphile, couture editorial looks on runways and in Elle are pretty silly! As are many of the gag-worthy, puzzling trends, such as crocs, leggings-as-pants and Ed Hardy (I love tattoo art dearly myself, but....seriously?! You look like a shop threw up on you after being filled with fruity pebbles...but I digress). But the main thing to keep in mind is that the former is meant to inspire, and to exaggerate an idea, while the latter is simply a trend, and can be taken or left, without making you look clueless at all.</p><p> Personally, for all the interesting things in my wardrobe (especially since Japan!), I generally like to stick to classic lines and cuts, with a big dose of my personality to them, as I mentioned! I'll see an element on the runway I think is neat, and it might get tossed in if I think it'll work on my frame. And yes, sometimes trends come along that are up my alley, like all the gothy lace that's out now! And fringe, man, I don't even care if it's not of-the-moment, I'll wear my black fringed leather jacket until it falls to pieces. </p><p> I never spend a ton of money on a trend, though. Trends are why places like H&M or Forever21 exist, to get me my possibly-throw-away bit of shine for under 20 bucks. If it falls apart after a year, fine!</p><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxFXge6MY8Fq4VGl2eVGhEtoklpGhN9nGkAGuEbyOEJgsZEynXxbLKpHpuiXeU8yJET-kAC7YxI0tT-Al6qmNpGE0HujK_lRXAeMnJEhpzpGuu4hF7C8c-GvVdQOTIM5KytrWGsg/s1600/Fashionny6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxFXge6MY8Fq4VGl2eVGhEtoklpGhN9nGkAGuEbyOEJgsZEynXxbLKpHpuiXeU8yJET-kAC7YxI0tT-Al6qmNpGE0HujK_lRXAeMnJEhpzpGuu4hF7C8c-GvVdQOTIM5KytrWGsg/s400/Fashionny6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726147450230109442" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><p style="font-weight: bold;">"Ha! Wait until you have kids." </p><p><br /></p><p> Ahem. I addressed this very thing once on this blog before, and most of my response can be found <a href="http://losile.blogspot.com/2009/05/mother-teach-me-to-walk-again.html">here</a>. But to add on, in a purely fashion-related way? This goes back to the not-having-time thing. If the things in your wardrobe are already there and look good on you, match each other, and didn't cost an arm and a leg, it's a non-issue. My sister, sisters-in-law, and mom never in my memory have left the house with their kids looking like a tornado went through the house. Sure, things might not be glamorous every day, jeans might get spit up on, etc. But when the clothes fit, are effortless, and say you're a confidant person, that's all you need. I may not want kids at this very moment, but losing my sense of style isn't even on the list of reasons why, it's not even a fear!</p><p> Honestly, this rambling is meant to encourage and inspire folks. Highlighting yourself isn't frivolous, doesn't even have to be selfish, or something to get stressed about! When you look your best, your best YOU, you're a happier person. You're a more confident person, and the people around you benefit from this. It's sappy, but it's true, a smile is contagious, inspiring, and worth having. Spend a little time on yourself, and it reflects on everything and every important person in your life.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Plus, it's really fun.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Til Next We Meet,<br /></p><p> <3</p><p>~Amy<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><br /><br /><br /></div>losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709697.post-7479721755477871102012-03-01T01:33:00.007+09:002012-03-01T01:49:48.315+09:00Bottles And Wrists<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglW9_hOQlYU-xoTRLZX0U1vEStWvpoQDN-RQIdkv4re94RLDX8HsGe0no7pBPkkORtbiU5EBRKLxjywYrirNS1PIEPBQGLbSfsJ0bfnd6QJBgkeBRKf2JEYyxOkmaGkxK92J1Oww/s1600/2012-02-29_11-30-34_245.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglW9_hOQlYU-xoTRLZX0U1vEStWvpoQDN-RQIdkv4re94RLDX8HsGe0no7pBPkkORtbiU5EBRKLxjywYrirNS1PIEPBQGLbSfsJ0bfnd6QJBgkeBRKf2JEYyxOkmaGkxK92J1Oww/s400/2012-02-29_11-30-34_245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714597526983678194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Achoo & Fooferah</span><br /><br />Between being ill and STILL stuck in Vermont,<br />I am a bit too ornery to be fashionable.<br />Yes, it happens.<br />Plus, the leaking sinuses are something<br />no one should be subjected to,<br />least of all my lovely wardrobe.<br /><br />THUS!<br />Another entry from a bit ago!<br />Written back in October,<br />with a new bit added :)<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjovCd1fyrt_8vXauBD0qrWEbLoBAs8RC3DAvbDkAiZHd6LBcGnc0rFbUr504oo1UAt7FZoFh05Q5XIcxHC4359mvv_ZYk1XMDLkUPQMCDp9bbt-UIEPjxVm8pTTVBCQz_RwGkOOA/s1600/makeup1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjovCd1fyrt_8vXauBD0qrWEbLoBAs8RC3DAvbDkAiZHd6LBcGnc0rFbUr504oo1UAt7FZoFh05Q5XIcxHC4359mvv_ZYk1XMDLkUPQMCDp9bbt-UIEPjxVm8pTTVBCQz_RwGkOOA/s400/makeup1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714597476947533106" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kits & Kaboodles & Talismans</span><br /><br /><p> I like makeup, it’s true. I am an utter girl in that respect, and the last couple of years has seen me really embrace over-the-top, colorful stuff. In one such fit of color, I ordered a slew of loose-powder eye shadows, really bright, saturated and clingy dusts. The downside? The lids didn’t stay tight on the wee jars for long, and before I knew it, everything in my far too small kaboodle was coated in a rainbow. Finally, having gotten a bigger, and prettier kaboodle in the form of the box my Bordello shoes came in, I set about today cleaning, sorting, and tossing away old makeup, imprisoning the free dust jars in their own Ziploc bag.</p><p> </p><p> As I shampooed my brushes and cleaned off compacts, I realized, for the very first time since I was thirteen, that I carry around talismans to each and every makeup bag/kaboodle I’ve had. I couldn’t tell you why. I’m still rather perplexed as I write this, but I have an inkling forming, as I look them over again.</p><p> </p><p> First, there’s the measuring tape. This serves a practical reason of course, living overseas where many fitted things won’t fit a girl with any curve over a size -4-, I do a lot of online ordering. I am always up to date on my measurements! But also, it’s an -old- measuring tape. I’ve had it…why, since my parent’s house and my first job, when I first began ordering my own clothes online. It looks exactly like the one my mother always had in her sewing kit, that I would play with while watching her dust on her makeup and lipstick from Diane’s, her colorist. We didn’t have all the money in the world growing up, and a lot of mum’s dresses were homemade, or had seen more than a few seasons. But by golly, she got her colors done by a pro and wore the woman’s own brand of makeup!</p><p> </p><p> Then, there’s a wee hand mirror, ancient really! I believe my older sister got it as a little girl at a Sunday school function, and when I was little, she gave it to me. I’ve held onto it, and used it to blunder through my first experience with mascara at thirteen. I’ve corrected my contacts in it, picked things out of my teeth with it, the works. The girl in the artwork looks like Sara did when she was that age too, long brown hair and long cotton prairie dress.</p><p> </p><p> There’s two hair clips as well. One from oh, I had to have been three or four, a plastic yellow bow that I still sometimes clip into my hair somewhere, when I’m feeling whimsical. Especially with this hair! I loved color back then, even a persistent goth phase didn’t kill that. The other is a simple metal clip with a flower on it, most of the petals busted off by now. I think I was 12 when I got that set, and it was the first time I felt like I had something really -cool- to put in my hair, which, of course, is SO important when one is an awkward, nerdy 12 year old, desperate to be included.</p><p> </p><p> After that, there’s a lion! He’s actually a small button shaped like a lion, and my Nana and I bought him together. I collected buttons between 10 and 15...I still have the collection too! It’s sorted in a box among my sewing things, and I still toss interesting finds in there, along with all the spare ones that come with dresses and shirts and uniforms. Nana helped me start that collection, we went to JoAnn’s one day and bought ourselves a mess of buttons. I’ve always liked wee interesting things. She wasn’t always at her best as the years passed, but that button reminds me of when she was at her most active, enjoying life and time with me.</p><p> </p><p> Then we’ve got a ticket stub. I collect them as well! In fact I have a whole boxfull, all the way back to the second Jurassic Park film. This one, however, is from a theater in Michigan, where I saw Harry Potter & The Goblet of Fire with my best friend Dena. We were both in costume, she as Tonks, I as Luna, our wands at the ready as we waited in line. Our visits were few and far between back in those lonely, nerdy teenage years, and I treasured them so. I like keeping the stub close, even is layers and layers of loose dust has nearly ruined it.</p><p> </p><p>Newest addition would be the purikura photos I carry around, glossy and colorful and ridiculous, of me and my JBFF Liz. I like to think we made each others' time in Japan all that much more enjoyable and silly and memorable. I miss those times dearly, I really do, running around Harajuku and finding the most wonky purikura booths, nomming on delicious treats out in town and spending far too much money on clothes. I'm all the more glamorous for having spent many a weekend slumped on her couch ;D<br /></p><p><br /></p><p> And last, there’s a love letter, from my husbot. Now granted, he writes me a lot of things, practically a novel and a half email every day about what he’s up to on the ship. And indeed, plenty of lovey, naughty little notes. This, however, was a long musing to me last summer while he was underway, and no, I am not going to write it all out ;) It’s especially important to me because he expresses, in it, about how despite worrying that the initial flame might flicker out, he finds the steady, passionate thing that replaces it to be even more comforting, exciting, and interesting as we get to know each other even more every day, even now. We’ll be married four years in January, I can’t wait to have him around all the time again.</p><p> </p><p> And they all reside tucked among my pretties, and I think I know why. I have been a wildly insecure person for a long time, and as a teenager, the colors were my mask to hide everything that I thought was ugly. The result was never all that pretty, of course. These are bits though, of all the people who’ve loved what was underneath, regardless, and having them there alongside my Mac, Revlon, Smashbox and Almay is a constant reminder that, this is fun. Highlight those cheekbones of your mum’s, be colorful all around the eyes he loves. Get over your nose already, nobody’s looking at it anyway with your lips so red.</p><p> </p><p> Cause the paint is only a bonus. Everyone else made the insides pretty too.</p><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUMzo_-GnFx_YsHXds9VHsijwKylP_F3vw2vB9VwRSNHJWFSNivAh0jDMOScJDNKmMGar_CapSYB3b41_mlOzzit9KFj7A7SpIQA8mzVK1EB4cCGeMz1qHm-mwncshJHT8uKsZw/s1600/makeup3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUMzo_-GnFx_YsHXds9VHsijwKylP_F3vw2vB9VwRSNHJWFSNivAh0jDMOScJDNKmMGar_CapSYB3b41_mlOzzit9KFj7A7SpIQA8mzVK1EB4cCGeMz1qHm-mwncshJHT8uKsZw/s400/makeup3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714597406639166450" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjQ3LAL0oYp2QOHtE-vzgYk0M8OLclL7OtVCrecp_uKQtzTsdCfZXHjmF1RGhxThASxeco7sbvh2JqoE2NqqXbG84P6LZ2RQ63dyeCAUBjpQJz_O2-DigEJyZJRwFD1rWdsNUmCQ/s1600/makeup2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjQ3LAL0oYp2QOHtE-vzgYk0M8OLclL7OtVCrecp_uKQtzTsdCfZXHjmF1RGhxThASxeco7sbvh2JqoE2NqqXbG84P6LZ2RQ63dyeCAUBjpQJz_O2-DigEJyZJRwFD1rWdsNUmCQ/s400/makeup2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714597305802833874" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgghlAnISaCf7Q5em1A3YN1amxVJot7q4jbBGKOr23aDYH46_GQxKkGMLEeH5dztlcmMmuy5y-NBUO5SuBUn2P3Zua1G1DrkqhN_V9bJ44P7rwThkGIQQZ5SCHIMOLk_Yb4r-3fcg/s1600/2012-02-29_11-23-18_710.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgghlAnISaCf7Q5em1A3YN1amxVJot7q4jbBGKOr23aDYH46_GQxKkGMLEeH5dztlcmMmuy5y-NBUO5SuBUn2P3Zua1G1DrkqhN_V9bJ44P7rwThkGIQQZ5SCHIMOLk_Yb4r-3fcg/s400/2012-02-29_11-23-18_710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714597189741080482" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">In the next couple of days,<br />My hair shall be a different style/color,<br />and we'll be in our new place,<br />and hopefully not-sick!<br /><br />Oh man, wait til you see the exposed brick we'll have.<br />Amazing for fashion-y shots.<br />ANYWAY.<br /><br /><br />Til Next We Meet,<br />~ Amy<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709697.post-51241250175655898702012-02-11T00:27:00.030+09:002012-02-11T01:42:33.610+09:00In The Land of Grownups<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbUZWiPX3UDOMhU2BXEHkExk6u0fYfmEaHeN2SS8EuvVHfB6O-NcleyzPq0PyoGI1fslFCfD8KhFb8aX9GOm4TLCXP0Jg38f44hmzmwDD1G0CIQPNUGgZWcQOCw5Kd0o3LqviC_Q/s1600/Vermont4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbUZWiPX3UDOMhU2BXEHkExk6u0fYfmEaHeN2SS8EuvVHfB6O-NcleyzPq0PyoGI1fslFCfD8KhFb8aX9GOm4TLCXP0Jg38f44hmzmwDD1G0CIQPNUGgZWcQOCw5Kd0o3LqviC_Q/s400/Vermont4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707539737494152018" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Oh, how I wish there was such snow.<br />We're in Vermont at the moment,<br />and still quite busy getting<br />a car,<br />a place to live,<br />etc.<br /><br />Still, I wished to update!<br />Thus, I give you a bit I wrote<br />before leaving Japan,<br />and also a hair-coloring tutorial of sorts.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQo9h6KgsgaHYyxOBsadjBiE6o9GH4VJgJgNVfI5nP6N_GpDGSyMuHpUctlkQGlKGazXzca1nxEf8bRJOHM0qNu0SXNWmnCC7U8sjs_2ggaaAV6A1Ouo5Fq2CtxL1tOK5Ggn2ACQ/s1600/Japan1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQo9h6KgsgaHYyxOBsadjBiE6o9GH4VJgJgNVfI5nP6N_GpDGSyMuHpUctlkQGlKGazXzca1nxEf8bRJOHM0qNu0SXNWmnCC7U8sjs_2ggaaAV6A1Ouo5Fq2CtxL1tOK5Ggn2ACQ/s400/Japan1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707539641496755794" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leaving Yokosuka</span><br /><br /><p>I will miss the trains.</p><p>Fast, safe, where ever you need to go, almost always on the minute, on time, highheels running on the pavement to get on in time.</p><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0FMC89dxsUs5dLDu9DRLiy9mzDNpPgeMDwxdaE66N7lE2tnDuGj7U9N-xGKuExSjHtFUcP1JZl9xMdlcrCmuavdnPfVwHE4o8L0mI6hNUNCzxLYyjKUHe4p6cr-JcZG6DR0Ushw/s1600/Japan4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0FMC89dxsUs5dLDu9DRLiy9mzDNpPgeMDwxdaE66N7lE2tnDuGj7U9N-xGKuExSjHtFUcP1JZl9xMdlcrCmuavdnPfVwHE4o8L0mI6hNUNCzxLYyjKUHe4p6cr-JcZG6DR0Ushw/s400/Japan4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707539568131176434" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><p>I will miss the people,</p><p>Polite, respectful, be you a customer, a friend, an entire language of kindness, of being aware of who you are and what your culture is and how someone from that culture should treat others.</p><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL0Vt_3iD-348ohIdmOQCNCN4jy4OzsK5JJJnt1OADf-RTftkJFpKHmmJe8sEL_fXaQlXWV5Tn8y6lxo8-tJG0EiUmuBv8icvlCNsqKHpc5cOAh3zhII-kljoqYa3T8BBkn_WwYQ/s1600/Japan5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL0Vt_3iD-348ohIdmOQCNCN4jy4OzsK5JJJnt1OADf-RTftkJFpKHmmJe8sEL_fXaQlXWV5Tn8y6lxo8-tJG0EiUmuBv8icvlCNsqKHpc5cOAh3zhII-kljoqYa3T8BBkn_WwYQ/s400/Japan5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707539481067520162" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><p>I will miss the clothes.</p><p>I'll miss everyone taking pride in their appearance, even if it goes a bit extreme sometimes, women with such pressure on them to be small, to look a certain way.</p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijH2K542bsIcc0uykAIHy6eTuw2kbLWO-h-jW0xs8rkHzZhVFp5fBFHRuUrRASTcs9dIRtm6ieNGy7Z4HdRWpktZqeXPrWyZ2rS0Qx9NhmjZ0VNMMun0GRim7_FzKjEWD1IFta6w/s1600/Japan6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijH2K542bsIcc0uykAIHy6eTuw2kbLWO-h-jW0xs8rkHzZhVFp5fBFHRuUrRASTcs9dIRtm6ieNGy7Z4HdRWpktZqeXPrWyZ2rS0Qx9NhmjZ0VNMMun0GRim7_FzKjEWD1IFta6w/s400/Japan6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707539395725047170" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><p>I will miss the food,</p><p>Portions I can actually eat all of, healthy, not worrying about what that fish ate before it came to my plate, if the raw beef is safe.</p></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIs58rqD4EQijQovES_yr3ZOLTlOfj_AEcR_kmrK0mbCICKHmXgvFEdHnlA7UCtdGlhbfik6rNkkVUWruF46jRAmda9j2hNSTSdh_F-lRA444k7oR0uedyAchLW-mT35UVzw8ZWA/s1600/Japan7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIs58rqD4EQijQovES_yr3ZOLTlOfj_AEcR_kmrK0mbCICKHmXgvFEdHnlA7UCtdGlhbfik6rNkkVUWruF46jRAmda9j2hNSTSdh_F-lRA444k7oR0uedyAchLW-mT35UVzw8ZWA/s400/Japan7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707539316410845330" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><p>I will miss the city,</p><p>The buildings, old and new stacked on top of each other, colorful girls giggling, a pristine shrine without a speck of litter in the grass, across from Harajuku.</p><p> </p><p>I will miss feeling safe,</p><p>Walking down the street at night, only Americans to worry about. Even if a man looks at me, I don't worry about him being near me when I walk past a dark alley.</p></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDnXksAz-Xxs57NgFnPah8K4VErEUtMiXasiugGR-6gbn-Pvr9d610Rx1QczJ_NMTDEsqA5t-qhyphenhyphenL5I2KU5GOjWIDAmuPQYDZ4-TrxjX_OiPErLfnj2roVJZpk0l_odxgyYiykVQ/s1600/Japan8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDnXksAz-Xxs57NgFnPah8K4VErEUtMiXasiugGR-6gbn-Pvr9d610Rx1QczJ_NMTDEsqA5t-qhyphenhyphenL5I2KU5GOjWIDAmuPQYDZ4-TrxjX_OiPErLfnj2roVJZpk0l_odxgyYiykVQ/s400/Japan8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707539206938511538" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><p>I will miss fireworks and hot tasty chicken liver on a stick on the street, a little card swiped and I'm off, walking everywhere, breaking in high heels on the hills around Yokosuka, Mona's bar covered in glitter, singing karaoke until my voice is raw. Piles and piles of photographs to scrapbook, faces I will miss so much.</p><p> </p><p>I don't look forward to suburbs, to malls full of people who look like they've just rolled out of bed, boats of food at restaurants and rude customer service, men who don't listen to the word no.</p></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyDV1uM7TXgA7WgLLM02S6vf-0wCs7gluSI3Q_2aD5YlzXfVTAQcFe7LeV1X27MPoLiQC3UOGn36iBlnN7P3MQ0neGG7HSIfHlH87KN6qV-imFxMq-jl7nD_19b_3WwaBBAmb2AA/s1600/Japan9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyDV1uM7TXgA7WgLLM02S6vf-0wCs7gluSI3Q_2aD5YlzXfVTAQcFe7LeV1X27MPoLiQC3UOGn36iBlnN7P3MQ0neGG7HSIfHlH87KN6qV-imFxMq-jl7nD_19b_3WwaBBAmb2AA/s400/Japan9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707539131461183746" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><p>But I do look forward to snow.</p><p>To the woods around the lake covered in white blankets, to the icefishing shacks on the lake itself.</p><p> </p><p>I look forward to rock shows,</p><p>Watching my little bro rock out, stomping my feet, seeing shows on the fly in Albany,</p><p> </p><p>I look forward to knowing the language,</p><p>Even if it means I'll be hearing utter rudeness, at least I shall understand it.</p></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6uazoBifDbA2FJNBMyoD4jT9ozL3MVR5xZ0OHVFXLhLwYPEneuPOPIUsqvpD49vsxCiVsYPOUWi-y9eS1fCi1U1T7XApNSGw1ocX2ySaToxPZeVsL3yMaURDBMhh-41RNACGs2g/s1600/Japan3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6uazoBifDbA2FJNBMyoD4jT9ozL3MVR5xZ0OHVFXLhLwYPEneuPOPIUsqvpD49vsxCiVsYPOUWi-y9eS1fCi1U1T7XApNSGw1ocX2ySaToxPZeVsL3yMaURDBMhh-41RNACGs2g/s400/Japan3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707539051942723362" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><p>I look forward to bonfires,</p><p>camping, curling up in my parents' house while Rick and Dad and Jake go hunting, cause Rick really wants to go hunting with my dad.</p><p> </p><p>I look forward to Friends,</p><p>To getting tattoos with Dena and Kaiter watching again, to seeing new babies, new shoes, to being fabulous old ladies, to old friends and new getting to meet each other someday, to getting smashed in Canada on a long weekend ;)</p></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR9mWdPcdF_4Nh2DLhqY3mgeaYEEINbZIRCnaqmM5Q8uXNH_gYQi0z46tlM7F3mcQcZa09yZv4h9OmIXyNssxA1DO-0BIEc6FQLihg0dBiYByelMhs3owb8Ok8WkswhmAdVCte4w/s1600/Japan11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR9mWdPcdF_4Nh2DLhqY3mgeaYEEINbZIRCnaqmM5Q8uXNH_gYQi0z46tlM7F3mcQcZa09yZv4h9OmIXyNssxA1DO-0BIEc6FQLihg0dBiYByelMhs3owb8Ok8WkswhmAdVCte4w/s400/Japan11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707538960461278642" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><p>I look forward to my family,</p><p>I love how excited my husband is to be near them, to have a real relationship with them,I want to hug my neices and nephews and be the crazy tattooed aunty with rainbow hair and lots of pets.</p><p> </p><p>I look forward to having a yard again,</p><p>Even if it is in the suburbs.</p></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN4LKSc06k0pI8WIP3APWLxQNaQSA-1AWn7J5_aLIvyg0gQjxMeb-ICiaon5w77o9pry1ISSU4xINRag1FOw4wWiTm4p9CmmGO1furP2PK9Qch2kCs0WVNZsJSsQFFuP6aqIfxDQ/s1600/Vermont1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN4LKSc06k0pI8WIP3APWLxQNaQSA-1AWn7J5_aLIvyg0gQjxMeb-ICiaon5w77o9pry1ISSU4xINRag1FOw4wWiTm4p9CmmGO1furP2PK9Qch2kCs0WVNZsJSsQFFuP6aqIfxDQ/s400/Vermont1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707538769744539650" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><p>I look forward to Vegas one day,</p><p>With Liz and Kristy and Daniella and Dan and Chanelle and anyone else who can come,</p></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5_7lKu28dgNJSd-byxqdgPOydTk2VgSrrAuqVNpcMssHDspfhA4HcPJNAMxmJP635e_S1e9grGy1DUdOW4wKJkj0kg9JDq0uULYfKE-KWom0DwDiPNxWG6zJxWxp7piZbs49XAQ/s1600/Vermont5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5_7lKu28dgNJSd-byxqdgPOydTk2VgSrrAuqVNpcMssHDspfhA4HcPJNAMxmJP635e_S1e9grGy1DUdOW4wKJkj0kg9JDq0uULYfKE-KWom0DwDiPNxWG6zJxWxp7piZbs49XAQ/s400/Vermont5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707538663648874802" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><p>I look forward to coming back to Japan someday</p>And thank God for the years I did have here...</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjSQ56YPmXPTvl4nkf8P_pwj-wtiHJoAi2_GL0IFfuYlhtecjYVMjDvOeIznSd7Ya9LnVvUfUxSQ9lOkqDqcoO23fKfJ-VcGqKp7_zlomkCbI_kmOPXBe_hzl2luAXB6sHFa6YCA/s1600/Vermont6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjSQ56YPmXPTvl4nkf8P_pwj-wtiHJoAi2_GL0IFfuYlhtecjYVMjDvOeIznSd7Ya9LnVvUfUxSQ9lOkqDqcoO23fKfJ-VcGqKp7_zlomkCbI_kmOPXBe_hzl2luAXB6sHFa6YCA/s400/Vermont6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707538582030912962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHwUrMKJoT9HucZYt8V8RMAGA3JPnjnj5b9GsX533tkh8S10EsLYCkW-fbWaBEU1GkqrKWgo0Gtkf3BU1sz3PPxC5iMg5CNqMk60O8ji0Td08dvbP_WLMVirRXQs85j5FJEr_7BQ/s1600/Vermont3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHwUrMKJoT9HucZYt8V8RMAGA3JPnjnj5b9GsX533tkh8S10EsLYCkW-fbWaBEU1GkqrKWgo0Gtkf3BU1sz3PPxC5iMg5CNqMk60O8ji0Td08dvbP_WLMVirRXQs85j5FJEr_7BQ/s400/Vermont3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707538469100657970" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Meet Po!<br />My kokeshi, bought on the way home at Narita.<br />Le sigh.<br />Being home is lovely, though!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hairventure</span><br /><br /><br />So.<br />I have had cherry/blood-red hair for oh,<br />Five months? Six? Courtesy of Vampire Red<br />by <a href="http://www.manicpanic.com/">Manic Panic</a>.<br /><br />It requires a large amount of upkeep,<br />yet thus far has been worth it.<br />For those of you considering some long-term<br />unconventional coloring,<br />allow me to babble at you!<br /><br />First, how I get there.<br /><br />My brown hair is pre-lightened,<br />I attend my roots with drug-store bleach kits<br />every month or so.<br />Husband did it this time for me!<br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjknP1GzQQ5B8TitnCRNqoT3oArFmGwt8ab5o2OwY8Jt0YmBZ2A8V5-ruQkK7WKBlNFi7TGog3b_mrsBSZih0bXyQrOBd48blIGacL-p8_JuERPu8PkYbkhG7A12wkrcBWgmcEAUw/s1600/120130_1048%257E02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjknP1GzQQ5B8TitnCRNqoT3oArFmGwt8ab5o2OwY8Jt0YmBZ2A8V5-ruQkK7WKBlNFi7TGog3b_mrsBSZih0bXyQrOBd48blIGacL-p8_JuERPu8PkYbkhG7A12wkrcBWgmcEAUw/s400/120130_1048%257E02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707538182047062962" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">(Taken back at our old place)<br />SO YELLOW.<br />The color will stick to your scalp,<br />so just be careful, practice is the only remedy!<br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWhs6r1pAD7AATfoxumNXBcJK7oqH8AEsM4Hen2VmBzjLNT8FPbsshRq38nRcnnZ9en48haawVxtZWgpBD-CVhH-Pa8Vwdct67FvztJ9YoXq6wdSx_axfg6ueno__qnzUii3tbWQ/s1600/120130_1049%257E02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWhs6r1pAD7AATfoxumNXBcJK7oqH8AEsM4Hen2VmBzjLNT8FPbsshRq38nRcnnZ9en48haawVxtZWgpBD-CVhH-Pa8Vwdct67FvztJ9YoXq6wdSx_axfg6ueno__qnzUii3tbWQ/s400/120130_1049%257E02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707538118523105634" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Prepped!<br />I use a damp cloth nearby to wipe smudges,<br />after dabbing vaseline along my hairline,<br />ears,<br />and neck.<br />This makes removing wayward globs easier.<br />Manic Panic washes off your skin well enough...<br />but it takes some scrubbing!<br />Vaseline is a godsend as such.<br />Snap on some gloves,<br />saran-wrap a bowl,<br />empty dat jar, and get globbing.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcrWuzaYStc_-02J4Lnq64KAUwTwTZ0LVqzW5rCe7LoDOFkYzdqSyBasVv6vap6fy8H4MaYEqZrKDpyXpgv_Tct0ep2juDfMkxsjpb909KJLUR-mRkZ8hbEpGmh0OSnb2F6dBYqQ/s1600/120130_1105%257E02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcrWuzaYStc_-02J4Lnq64KAUwTwTZ0LVqzW5rCe7LoDOFkYzdqSyBasVv6vap6fy8H4MaYEqZrKDpyXpgv_Tct0ep2juDfMkxsjpb909KJLUR-mRkZ8hbEpGmh0OSnb2F6dBYqQ/s400/120130_1105%257E02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707538058323760770" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">As it's a mostly-vegan, creme color<br />with no harsh chemicals,<br />there's no rush to get the color on,<br />or off!<br />Instructions tell you to leave the color on<br />-at least-<br />15 - 30 minutes.<br />Feel free to go much longer, in fact, I encourage it!<br />I leave mine on at least an hour.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-2qfK-vAKDOB4VgeizrRPWl_tgDG9qmO1Z-xNmWB1cpqB4DAxFM-M72xX9HYxVj6Bi3wfozm1O9XRXMQRwqK-jTpPxvkWSHHJio03pKqGK5VJ9kp4xj_XGDW4AHQnmO1mBxWqzA/s1600/120131_1139%257E02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-2qfK-vAKDOB4VgeizrRPWl_tgDG9qmO1Z-xNmWB1cpqB4DAxFM-M72xX9HYxVj6Bi3wfozm1O9XRXMQRwqK-jTpPxvkWSHHJio03pKqGK5VJ9kp4xj_XGDW4AHQnmO1mBxWqzA/s400/120131_1139%257E02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707537985556737586" border="0" /></a><br />Tada!<br />There's no such thing as 'rinsing until the water runs clear'.<br />Accept that rinsing/washing your hair?<br />Will result in pink/whatever color you used water!<br /><br />For long-term coloring, yep, this means a colored tub.<br />However, as it's such a natural formula,<br />a bit of bleach/water mix spritzed on the tiles and left<br />a few minutes will take care of it.<br /><br />Reserve a couple ratty/proper colored towels for hair-washing days,<br />and find a good mild shampoo and conditioner.<br />I use <a href="http://www.burtsbees.com/natural-products/hair-shampoos/color-keeper-green-tea-fennel-seed-shampoo.html">Burt's Bees</a>,<br />mixed with a dap of Manic Panic's color-extending<br />shampoo.<br />It REALLY helps.<br />Alas, I don't believe they make it anymore.<br />Le sigh!<br /><br />I re-dye about every two weeks.<br />I personally don't find the <a href="http://www.manicpanic.biz/store/p/110-Vampire-Red-Amplified-Cream-Formula-.aspx">Amplified Formula </a><br />to be that much stronger,<br />except at staining the bathroom :P<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrUzoo0DOnATe0_-DKujrS9PRTNbST7-9_eEiNWw11f3AxJibMx2Pkllxfb3_v8kMxEnZWzjHfJixwgSKE-jxegmgxqP4P_aUNA3iwk7uvzsnKm8P8RNWI4cHT-kA6kE4er2AJzw/s1600/Vermont2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrUzoo0DOnATe0_-DKujrS9PRTNbST7-9_eEiNWw11f3AxJibMx2Pkllxfb3_v8kMxEnZWzjHfJixwgSKE-jxegmgxqP4P_aUNA3iwk7uvzsnKm8P8RNWI4cHT-kA6kE4er2AJzw/s400/Vermont2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707537892842983890" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />That's all for now!<br />Entries will be more numerous as we settle in!<br />Also, behold my new ink!<br />Done by Mel at <a href="http://www.larktattoo.com/index.php/home/albany">Lark Tattoo Albany</a>.<br />She's all scabby right now, poor girl,<br />but shall soon be shiny again!<br /><br /><br />Til Next We Meet,<br /><3 ~ Amy<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709697.post-62853951872218378532012-01-27T12:23:00.017+09:002012-01-27T13:25:10.653+09:00Va-Va & Also Perhaps Some Voom<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2bnc9qtmjtiKeshFT_OPBzJ_FBYAmx6W12PW3oUF7w9RoNF5z9-ZVYedpV-AlfqBEipjXNnMxQydl-Q08fVhXtxlqWNUhmGew_q7wA1gX_WYuF5N94tPEMeLXN7RFAr-N-amrTw/s1600/Puri1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2bnc9qtmjtiKeshFT_OPBzJ_FBYAmx6W12PW3oUF7w9RoNF5z9-ZVYedpV-AlfqBEipjXNnMxQydl-Q08fVhXtxlqWNUhmGew_q7wA1gX_WYuF5N94tPEMeLXN7RFAr-N-amrTw/s400/Puri1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702148996366461730" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Girly Things</span><br /><br />Okay SO!<br />My first entry of substance shall be...well.<br />Wonderfully shallow ;)<br />I have some great ideas lined up for the future,<br />including ruminations on life in Japan,<br />detailed accounts of places visited,<br />creative ventures (I'm making a cookbook!),<br />and health/beauty products.<br /><br />We'll start with something light and easy to digest!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKFxKFezSSwIlg6fygGEXkw2o2BypzsLTQ_q9SGTiWjewQxqm4ja_11Fix38_ZTjpoYVtFZGVUCvM9ZDV05WugjOtAmb-3RG2hYkTrNF-hxeGqDFeGdSoE2jBFQgrhR3lU0ZJqQ/s1600/120127_1113%257E02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKFxKFezSSwIlg6fygGEXkw2o2BypzsLTQ_q9SGTiWjewQxqm4ja_11Fix38_ZTjpoYVtFZGVUCvM9ZDV05WugjOtAmb-3RG2hYkTrNF-hxeGqDFeGdSoE2jBFQgrhR3lU0ZJqQ/s400/120127_1113%257E02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702148878873797730" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />A snapshot of what I've been using for makeup.<br />I'll have a full tutorial of my daily/going out faces.<br />Here's what I wore for these shots!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5vWVWHF2kV-mLJEOkKNrbGCfR4kqLofOUg3mCv8SkFcsM1vIByI9zuT6vqWbGDg42blUnJsEe01eZwY5C1fQ2gEDtN1rw85v68jfMbum1mmnZewBrUi4Cpj7NSUELTrIOZ67SsA/s1600/120127_1136%257E02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5vWVWHF2kV-mLJEOkKNrbGCfR4kqLofOUg3mCv8SkFcsM1vIByI9zuT6vqWbGDg42blUnJsEe01eZwY5C1fQ2gEDtN1rw85v68jfMbum1mmnZewBrUi4Cpj7NSUELTrIOZ67SsA/s400/120127_1136%257E02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702148744350337506" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />I hardly wear any cover-up. A smudge under my eyes,<br />over any pimples that might be popping up,<br />but that's all. I take good care of my pale skin,<br />and try not to clog it up. A bit of powder is<br />usually enough.<br /><br />On my cheekbones I'm using a blend of a<br /><a href="http://www.smashbox.com/">Smashbox</a><a href="http://www.smashbox.com/"> </a>fusion and blush.<br />Fusion alone, with my coloring, is rarely good.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl3pRygrl20YYo7X3hVicVKSJKwubQfQ_BqYHElyW_OAPnN2ZMbRrjPILmcGPOVBzRqdVWyJBgD9dRLAMCSuodj-2XxrpMuMuXNCpptYVQa_bs_h6ed_H4clkWYFTbiSAvhhFGiA/s1600/120127_1136%257E04.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl3pRygrl20YYo7X3hVicVKSJKwubQfQ_BqYHElyW_OAPnN2ZMbRrjPILmcGPOVBzRqdVWyJBgD9dRLAMCSuodj-2XxrpMuMuXNCpptYVQa_bs_h6ed_H4clkWYFTbiSAvhhFGiA/s400/120127_1136%257E04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702148657566209282" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Oh, my eyes!<br />Light of my face!<br />I'm using <a href="http://www.urbandecay.com/shop-urban-decay/9999,default,sc.html">Urban Decay</a>'s Eyeshadow Primer in Potion,<br />and good lord, it's wonderful<br />Your shadow WILL NOT MOVE.<br />I will warn against using it with most of UD's<br />own shadows, oddly enough, as it sets<br />like concrete and can be very heavy and irritating.<br />Used with most drug store brands though, and<br />especially loose powder, I swear by it.<br /><br />I've been rocking a cat eye almost all the time,<br />and generally use L'Oreal's Telescopic liquid liner.<br />The shadow here is Rimmel London Glam Eyes<br />in Smokey Blue.<br />Under my eyes, over a smudge of cover-up,<br />I brush on a pale pink from Smashbox.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitqY5QSkUcsiJuiP85fGjmezm9830T5HVoQqvak1rSrNHQpwwrv9qkZ_uo_uNGlKTQUU08eunyWujfXUbeWkDEPKVhMQUt0wPI4DFzL4cVfHWvRkxmx7LCmsB4RmJeRA1aX63ZmA/s1600/120127_1137%257E02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitqY5QSkUcsiJuiP85fGjmezm9830T5HVoQqvak1rSrNHQpwwrv9qkZ_uo_uNGlKTQUU08eunyWujfXUbeWkDEPKVhMQUt0wPI4DFzL4cVfHWvRkxmx7LCmsB4RmJeRA1aX63ZmA/s400/120127_1137%257E02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702148585789424386" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />False lashes are almost a MUST in Japan,<br />and for a white girl who loves rockabilly/pinup style,<br />this is wonderful. I don't care if it'll be a little<br />edgy/kooky back in the states,<br />style isn't fun if you look like everyone else.<br /><br />On my lips I'm wearing Burt's Bees Lip Shimmer,<br />in Champagne. Often I like bright lip color,<br />but with eyes this smudgey and bold,<br />I like them to be the focal point.<br /><br /><br />RIGHT SO!<br />Here's a bit of chronicling for the<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wardrobe Project: LBDs</span><br /><br />Every woman should have a little black dress!<br />This is an age-old rule, one we all know well.<br />I like twisting it around though.<br />I've featured my far more demure velvet number<br />in the past, here are the more recent and daring!<br />All of these were bought for our trip to<br />Singapore back in October.<br />Sadly it got cut short by the Navy,<br />so hustbot didn't get to see them all on me.<br />He will now!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAqk6oO1dwqgGkLcn1UMcm2xC9xgczezqfdGAi0ik1vZzMjfT_uV_0YNl8vKXxmTRYuCfIhZrz7xt_yedBsgT82LBNon8FAqw2Dz8VhxgVQDMhXsR8k979UFpQcMhJH0GaOAYOgw/s1600/120127_1155%257E02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAqk6oO1dwqgGkLcn1UMcm2xC9xgczezqfdGAi0ik1vZzMjfT_uV_0YNl8vKXxmTRYuCfIhZrz7xt_yedBsgT82LBNon8FAqw2Dz8VhxgVQDMhXsR8k979UFpQcMhJH0GaOAYOgw/s400/120127_1155%257E02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702148481728518914" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">LBD 1:</span><br /><br />This little thing is actually 3 layers.<br />Bottom layer: Plain black<br />Middle: Gold sequins,<br />Top: Sheer striped lace.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1avGe78LY6-SRqNiBvwLuAxjmSBWMhZT5sviFNne43tZDItr9OvbZ0KB-TQ7Brj_B9zEgcmrEG6fwR0KU2JkhyphenhyphenqWF7sLQOarbM9lPnvu2n3IBnPUAqJ64N2TqjRAhs0LntyWLQg/s1600/120127_1157%257E02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1avGe78LY6-SRqNiBvwLuAxjmSBWMhZT5sviFNne43tZDItr9OvbZ0KB-TQ7Brj_B9zEgcmrEG6fwR0KU2JkhyphenhyphenqWF7sLQOarbM9lPnvu2n3IBnPUAqJ64N2TqjRAhs0LntyWLQg/s400/120127_1157%257E02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702148411198800706" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">20$ dress from Forever21,<br />paired with my Jessica Simpson heels.<br />Hur-dur I feel smexy.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJUs7vHZ9K-l3OaW0ol-kD4jJckyI8JqYtF1azT7aYZKa5IdoMUQqSXeq-u7MRpqXOON1dBHFnFBSUhH4Y76yWUv5t0a30n7l2hU_ON3ZLJTn2zoivwx3y25WCnyHNaHRyK2O4rA/s1600/120127_1157%257E04.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJUs7vHZ9K-l3OaW0ol-kD4jJckyI8JqYtF1azT7aYZKa5IdoMUQqSXeq-u7MRpqXOON1dBHFnFBSUhH4Y76yWUv5t0a30n7l2hU_ON3ZLJTn2zoivwx3y25WCnyHNaHRyK2O4rA/s400/120127_1157%257E04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702148313157269906" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Shiny!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPIrj1DDYUhS7zyq6CaRYJdBou2lxngj1saPzywbByXTYoFkkT2gCApHX5hwl0fluz7Om4yO4j447GZ_SkuJY6btbvXMSBNkjpvdGLLKXo7_y5yiLYkSFq6hMXm-zBGTKBx5LTBg/s1600/120127_1159%257E02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPIrj1DDYUhS7zyq6CaRYJdBou2lxngj1saPzywbByXTYoFkkT2gCApHX5hwl0fluz7Om4yO4j447GZ_SkuJY6btbvXMSBNkjpvdGLLKXo7_y5yiLYkSFq6hMXm-zBGTKBx5LTBg/s400/120127_1159%257E02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702148117139511826" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">LBD 2:</span><br /><br />Also from Forever21!<br />I am such a cheap gal.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSJUOOu52UURiHs6Hum4tweVN5gW1-_-7t4Y0bQjZbQibICJbN719GQlIY82Tj8ruy7xSizLletn5SlyO2zWDEJ4xLc3TjS1pQnxUmkmxM8_oDUBFFVNHqkOk5LNhB0wdKaJIbFw/s1600/120127_1200%257E02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSJUOOu52UURiHs6Hum4tweVN5gW1-_-7t4Y0bQjZbQibICJbN719GQlIY82Tj8ruy7xSizLletn5SlyO2zWDEJ4xLc3TjS1pQnxUmkmxM8_oDUBFFVNHqkOk5LNhB0wdKaJIbFw/s400/120127_1200%257E02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702147983962568930" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Crinkly and black,<br />Worn with my Boudoir heels.<br />They match my hair!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdVR-Hlut1KgiO5R_We-PF3yXHdeQioVFoijrLf8zhEzpbxt2BxDq90y3_gsUCcU_LEFRbLTilt0LnIfcIWAU7ahki6jCTDloeyXFZ2iAcHW5us4ME5riPSXVktRpRBlRVHCCi7Q/s1600/120127_1201%257E02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdVR-Hlut1KgiO5R_We-PF3yXHdeQioVFoijrLf8zhEzpbxt2BxDq90y3_gsUCcU_LEFRbLTilt0LnIfcIWAU7ahki6jCTDloeyXFZ2iAcHW5us4ME5riPSXVktRpRBlRVHCCi7Q/s400/120127_1201%257E02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702147849888309842" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Spangly Crinkly!<br />I was wearing this one whilst eating on<br />the boardwalk in Singapore, when shore patrol<br />came up and informed us that the<br />USS. George Washington<br />was leaving port early to help out Thailand.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjao10NmsJccZZiO16SdDzZcL_WY-Tcq4TW3pBe4BFyHaRpIFgl_7a4cRVSwbhYMxMNO92zHYEHNt-xYpQpQxrQIDRjYCDbRE9Mfkz8bwCuHJQycgK1N-oFcWHzJLGtXDM6uphyphenhyphenaw/s1600/120127_1202%257E02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjao10NmsJccZZiO16SdDzZcL_WY-Tcq4TW3pBe4BFyHaRpIFgl_7a4cRVSwbhYMxMNO92zHYEHNt-xYpQpQxrQIDRjYCDbRE9Mfkz8bwCuHJQycgK1N-oFcWHzJLGtXDM6uphyphenhyphenaw/s400/120127_1202%257E02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702147739750448274" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Octopus Necklace!<br />Onyx and Silver,<br />Husbot bought me this at Underwater World<br />on Sentosa Island.<br />I pretty much wear it constantly :D<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFi8nP0JzQX0TA0G3hYJ27-78PugDq4fBLFpEML7o-AMg0BzKwtz1YuAW7noNlTZTPQgtVjQwD0-IAjkmJMzAcSBTzbuCJSaQcWm5tegah6sutax0ubPtDpIrLOp49CRzoA6WSBQ/s1600/120127_1205%257E02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFi8nP0JzQX0TA0G3hYJ27-78PugDq4fBLFpEML7o-AMg0BzKwtz1YuAW7noNlTZTPQgtVjQwD0-IAjkmJMzAcSBTzbuCJSaQcWm5tegah6sutax0ubPtDpIrLOp49CRzoA6WSBQ/s400/120127_1205%257E02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702147635868733426" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">LBD 3!</span><br /><br />I love this one.<br />Much as the gathery zipper can make my<br />tum look awkward!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmL2zMHkaO1YZBnop5wIIfr66fBPvNQZFfdZQ9Yn0kTxyxyCpcNO1aGnRFKSqfYoK3VVR7E6TM1pnFfr1VhBbE4NPSZ5yvd4iVpwwaeKvsoYaczeJFKNYoctpgtgjFvfsVXL69rg/s1600/120127_1206%257E02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmL2zMHkaO1YZBnop5wIIfr66fBPvNQZFfdZQ9Yn0kTxyxyCpcNO1aGnRFKSqfYoK3VVR7E6TM1pnFfr1VhBbE4NPSZ5yvd4iVpwwaeKvsoYaczeJFKNYoctpgtgjFvfsVXL69rg/s400/120127_1206%257E02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702147554737023906" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">H&M, I forget how much.<br />Likely not very ;)<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhToyg2x0_h7FrKwcddJ0beeU_X_J8r0SQuujZiSG7YDjTu_xSNhVKa9PvMZl1V1hcQHGlOZ0eGD98HAV-jLjmHTJWY69cEH58Nuy1DKSbmxBIgxFV-FzETtrkZu-nIYb6i_zF_8A/s1600/120127_1206%257E04.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhToyg2x0_h7FrKwcddJ0beeU_X_J8r0SQuujZiSG7YDjTu_xSNhVKa9PvMZl1V1hcQHGlOZ0eGD98HAV-jLjmHTJWY69cEH58Nuy1DKSbmxBIgxFV-FzETtrkZu-nIYb6i_zF_8A/s400/120127_1206%257E04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702147376664174466" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Getting back into the swing of this!<br />Next week I'll be taking pictures for a step-by-step<br />guide to My Crazy Hair,<br />when I freshen up the color again.<br /><br />Also I have a good long love letter to Japan to write.<br />I do so hope my readers are still out there!<br />If not, hello void, you're looking quite handsome!<br /><br /><br />Til Next We Meet,<br />~Amy <3<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709697.post-46220020644131105972012-01-25T13:04:00.005+09:002012-01-25T13:19:41.687+09:00Everything Is Illuminated<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWfq8x97bU4Lm70ugNYwRXoZDPc-4oYW9fnyLyBipeukI5N9wR_j0W0Ogio2t6btTpPZOfbJeAYe5SA1ZOQByprByqPwuu9Mw8axzRWiCXufxvtJBsAJQrVYTJ018cT_t8Yt0cHQ/s1600/Puri2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWfq8x97bU4Lm70ugNYwRXoZDPc-4oYW9fnyLyBipeukI5N9wR_j0W0Ogio2t6btTpPZOfbJeAYe5SA1ZOQByprByqPwuu9Mw8axzRWiCXufxvtJBsAJQrVYTJ018cT_t8Yt0cHQ/s400/Puri2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701417614587846274" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oh Hai!</span><br /><br />Long time no write!<br />I am reviving this blog after a long hiatus,<br />just as we're about to -leave- Japan.<br />Yes, I know, terrible planning on my part,<br />at least from one angle.<br /><br />In short, Japan has been wonderful.<br />So wonderful, in fact, that life got a bit too<br />eventful, filled with friends, and then after<br />a visit or two from my old friends,<br />Depression & Social Anxiety,<br />my energies and creativity and busyness<br />was directed elsewhere!<br /><br />After two years, much in me has changed,<br />all for the better I believe, both inside<br />and out.<br />We're getting ready to return to the States,<br />and with the free time allotted me before<br />I'm able to get my preferred job and a<br />driver's license, I shall be endeavoring<br />to revive this little platform!<br /><br />Expect many pictures and recollections of<br />adventures here, musings,<br />and of course the usual superficial delights<br />such as makeup tutorials, healthy things, and<br />updated Wardrobe Project!<br /><br />And reading back on this blog?<br />Thanks to any of you wonderful folks<br />who are still out there :D<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4UnZ6JhtCvBXSU7-h8HK2DM89gBvYsT0RoLMYDKfZQ83Lxr0X28T-o4fNtDfZEHs83dOBLc9SSBRZtDp_OlRDioONsJ7zS6cMy4MI5bFyWds2sZkuGSkQhKw2rTrEOXfx_9CJhA/s1600/Puri3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4UnZ6JhtCvBXSU7-h8HK2DM89gBvYsT0RoLMYDKfZQ83Lxr0X28T-o4fNtDfZEHs83dOBLc9SSBRZtDp_OlRDioONsJ7zS6cMy4MI5bFyWds2sZkuGSkQhKw2rTrEOXfx_9CJhA/s400/Puri3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701417617255287410" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />'Til Next We Meet,<br />~ <3 Amy<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709697.post-53152031720446737242009-11-22T19:08:00.003+09:002009-11-22T19:10:52.817+09:00Of Sandwiches<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Still Alive!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Just a quick note to say no, I am not dead.</div><div style="text-align: center;">However, Tallulah, my beloved laptop, is.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Woe!</div><div style="text-align: center;">She died a few weeks ago,</div><div style="text-align: center;">after a tragic run-in with a cup of tea,</div><div style="text-align: center;">straight to the motherboard.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll be back on the internet regularly</div><div style="text-align: center;">this week, </div><div style="text-align: center;">And will hopefully have a new machine</div><div style="text-align: center;">very soon.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Worry not, you will see a full entry very soon :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's hoping I've not been forgotten, eek!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Til Next We Meet,</div><div style="text-align: center;">♥,</div><div style="text-align: center;">~ Amy</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709697.post-44648212910793180832009-10-14T12:08:00.005+09:002009-10-15T19:36:28.281+09:00Hold This Thread As I Walk Away...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqrjuLmBK1y0nfQhJEMSGnzeICPagzTZrEFZlimp_ZQsTAwawFZjnuXwYmqZlwBcqDmkW_Z47HNssJcGuSWKt9V4ugSU7j3Jq3zorG62tFDB2FuEwMtPk8eRah3NBU7-XMkBIl9g/s1600-h/happy1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqrjuLmBK1y0nfQhJEMSGnzeICPagzTZrEFZlimp_ZQsTAwawFZjnuXwYmqZlwBcqDmkW_Z47HNssJcGuSWKt9V4ugSU7j3Jq3zorG62tFDB2FuEwMtPk8eRah3NBU7-XMkBIl9g/s400/happy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392289778426464658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sweaters And The Boob Tube</span><br /><br />And thus, she was sans-romantic companion once more!<br />He'll be back shortly though, never fear!<br />Until then, I admit to filling (part of) my time with<br />some truly quality television.<br />Yes, between military-provided cable and the internet,<br />I've not missed much, entertainment-wise, from the States.<br />Though frankly, some I would be quite happy without.<br />(For goodness sake, can't I go one viewing of<br />What Not To Wear without seeing<br />Jon & Kate during the commercials?<br />Great, you had lots of kids,<br />big whoop, you're still both EPIC TOOLS.)<br /><br />Ahem, anywhoo >.><br /><br />I'm a very picky person when it comes to my entertainment.<br />I like to be challenged to think, or enter another world,<br />not simply zone out for 45 minutes.<br />Here are a handful of my favorites,<br />current, canceled, and across the pond :D<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">~ Dollhouse ~</span><br />FOX, Fridays<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> Feminist, Creator of Buffy, and Downright Hilarious Guy, I love everything Joss Whedon does, ever. However, when I heard last year that his next project for tv was going to be about Programmable Humans, who can become whoever you need, for a price, I was a bit taken aback. But I stuck with it, and was not disappointed. Yes, it is a horrific prospect: That your mind can be erased, and replaced with the personality and memories of someone else, for the gain of another. It's <span style="font-style: italic;">supposed </span>to be frightening, and we follow Eliza Dushku's character, Echo, as she lives this life and slowly attempts to discover who she really was before, and who's trying to reach out for that person.<br /> Of course, your mind automatically goes to the obvious (escorts), and FOX's marketing isn't doing anything to dissuade that notion, along with the impression that it's all guns and explosions, in typical FOX style. But that's not it at all, this is a wonderfully introspective, funny, clever, and heartbreaking show. People need all kinds of other people: The perfect hostage negotiator, the perfect midwife, the perfect confidant, the perfect bodyguard, the perfect spy. The Dollhouse can provide you with all of these things, and Echo has been all of them. The first few episodes of season 1 are sub-par, but stick with it, and you'll find yourself deeply connected to these characters, and marveling at the ability of the cast to become someone new every week.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">~Firefly~</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> While we're on the subject of how much FOX sucks, I give you another Joss Whedon masterpiece, one that got canceled after only one incomplete season. The episodes were aired out of order, the network had no idea how to market it, and it slipped away before we had a chance to love it fully. However, thanks to die-hard fans and the wonder of DVD, we at least got people's attention well enough to get a big budget studio film afterwards! It was recently brought to my attention that there are STILL people out there who've never experienced the wonder of Firefly, for shame!<br /> Mal Reynolds is the captain of Serenity, Firefly-class spaceship, in a distant future in which humanity has been forced to find a new solar system to thrive in. The Allied Planets will try to strip you of your independence and make you another cog in the machine, while the Outer Planets are almost too untamed for civilized life. Serenity's crew flies along the raggedy edge, staying in the air on odd jobs of every sort. Things get a bit more complicated when they pick up two fugitive siblings, one of them holding in her mangled brain a deadly secret...hijinks ensue!! Terribly hilarious, another amazing cast, go buy the series DVDs and then watch the movie, and wonder how the world could have missed out on such a great show.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6PlNJU7qBaU&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6PlNJU7qBaU&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">~The Big Bang Theory~</span><br />CBS Mondays<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> Yay another one still on the air! Husbot and I started watching this after I found out that Wil Wheaton was doing an episode this season (Hello, geek much?). And oh my goodness, not only is it hilarious, I actually feel smarter when I watch it. Try saying that about any other half-hour sitcom. The plot is fairly simple: Pretty Girl of Average Intelligence moves in across the hall from two massively smart yet socially inept scientists. One is madly in crush with her, while the other has the emotional range of Mr. Spock, if he were part-machine. Hilarity ensues! And, despite the Pilot episode making you wonder if the series was just going to play into stereotypes all the time, the jokes actually never get old! It helps that the writers are actual massive geeks themselves. Watch, laugh, and try to teach yourself to play Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock. (I've tried. Lives were nearly lost.)<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">~ Doctor Who ~</span><br />BBC<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> With a big break between seasons, now is the perfect time to get yourself caught up on the last four seasons of the 'new' series, before season five kicks off with the 11th Doctor. Buy the DVDs, download shamelessly, whatever you see fit to do, it's all worth it! Join the Last Time Lord of Gallifrey as he traipses through time and space, with only the very best of human companions. Fall in love with Rose, get your heart broken when she's gone (briefly), fight aliens, ghosts, werewolves, robots, and everything in between! Do I really have to explain why this goofy, fantastic show is worth watching?! For heaven's sake, it's been running since the 60's. Clearly, they're doing something right.<br /></div></div></div><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x57tKlwsyC0&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x57tKlwsyC0&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />(omg DW + Tori Amos = :D)<br /><br /><br /><br />However, a good plot and characters one connects with<br />aren't all I enjoy in my television, not at all.<br />I've found a fair few style muses whilst watching,<br />in fact!<br /></div></div></div></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSAp1Sn0OHpCjheDUI2hTzDRkhg4cpMsSC3d1oBW67skF5TbCfQGzBlmu7LeBax5HnBdLA8fr0Nr_sBqRoxUM3-GKp7g0CAr2UEGq742BeQy1TrVIy7vt9WNH60OkgMq8Wx7nFDA/s1600-h/Mavens1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 399px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSAp1Sn0OHpCjheDUI2hTzDRkhg4cpMsSC3d1oBW67skF5TbCfQGzBlmu7LeBax5HnBdLA8fr0Nr_sBqRoxUM3-GKp7g0CAr2UEGq742BeQy1TrVIy7vt9WNH60OkgMq8Wx7nFDA/s400/Mavens1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392289771020343522" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Adele DeWitt</span><br />Dollhouse<br /><br />She comes across as potentially evil, true.<br />Still, she rocks a pencil skirt and killer heels<br />like nobody's business. She's the reason I braved<br />the high-waisted skirt, and I'm ever so glad I did.<br />I wish I could have found more pictures,<br />some of her outfits are to die for.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyIV1s4dD4_3bC51bYH4zqJYGTxlwXqVyG9O2dnoOlQVHEiNQIvo-fMMIbmR0uYHx3H0n-0_8ZGXAUV9T9fvpZDalyfjKhsQKlFZPitwJW3gkMQC1BDKINFGE0Lh2Yn1fs_HTOBg/s1600-h/Mavens2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyIV1s4dD4_3bC51bYH4zqJYGTxlwXqVyG9O2dnoOlQVHEiNQIvo-fMMIbmR0uYHx3H0n-0_8ZGXAUV9T9fvpZDalyfjKhsQKlFZPitwJW3gkMQC1BDKINFGE0Lh2Yn1fs_HTOBg/s400/Mavens2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392289765096207554" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kat Von D</span><br /><br />Okay, so she's hopelessly self-involved.<br />Or maybe TLC is portraying her in that light, idk.<br />Either way, she's still drop-dead gorgeous, with her own<br />distinct and amazing style.<br />Sure, not all of us can pull off bikini tops and<br />low-rise jeans at work, but she did inspire me<br />to become more daring with my makeup,<br />trying smokey eyes and bright colors, with success.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidAXffYFCpBrPIrrfstyKz83-wt0QGekfu4bBGp1oXDh7nACfRyxIQGJyGeyz15CE_7DxJr4SGhxY2F0N25i0ncmAP74doZHbS44MZZ5jRVFIc-02UXVZ0QJmfYKLuoWr1Xx50Hw/s1600-h/Mavens3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidAXffYFCpBrPIrrfstyKz83-wt0QGekfu4bBGp1oXDh7nACfRyxIQGJyGeyz15CE_7DxJr4SGhxY2F0N25i0ncmAP74doZHbS44MZZ5jRVFIc-02UXVZ0QJmfYKLuoWr1Xx50Hw/s400/Mavens3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392289754039631794" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sheldon Cooper</span><br />The Big Bang Theory<br /><br />Statement t-shirts are a style don't for chicks,<br />across the board.<br />However, when lounging around the house,<br />I'd still like my statement tshirt to tell the world just how<br />clever and geeky I am!<br />So thank you, Sheldon, for making me revisit<br />ThinkGeek.com for all my nerdy-shirt needs!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMrrHE6KgztY0UXKiIiPb8KKZ7hfLFCxOAK3hm4eiBC5zk1ast65cYCD0ICXWFxVd4J-mK-GKUodVr6hOysM0Rj29EGsmnSISG0aak2qt3xs9pb0CmMUDkFM1nEeASmYPDtsnz0Q/s1600-h/Mavens4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMrrHE6KgztY0UXKiIiPb8KKZ7hfLFCxOAK3hm4eiBC5zk1ast65cYCD0ICXWFxVd4J-mK-GKUodVr6hOysM0Rj29EGsmnSISG0aak2qt3xs9pb0CmMUDkFM1nEeASmYPDtsnz0Q/s400/Mavens4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392289745051530002" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Charlotte Charles,</span><br />Pushing Daisies<br /><br />Chuck may have the most adorable wardrobe<br />in television history.<br />50's-cut dresses, bright colors, vibrant prints,<br />and candy-colored pumps that are to die for.<br />She got me embracing color this summer, happily so!<br /><br /><br />~~~~<br /><br /><br />Alas, summer is over, so I give you<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wardrobe Project</span><br />Sweater Edition!<br /><br />I love me a good, snuggly,<br />form-fitting yet functional fuzzy sweater,<br />these are my most trusty:<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgXZp7ieNpw_eWEzoJ43dCJLW9rNGnD4H2Dy4SLn10IuLe8oBHEX3CNSvf44EErN8Ev7iL7sWPgTSC7Th5rsyKY89uT54qtMyyLvGoVZH4nLdPW1JTOpgYd6yKG2XnW73vJZqdAA/s1600-h/091014_1107~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgXZp7ieNpw_eWEzoJ43dCJLW9rNGnD4H2Dy4SLn10IuLe8oBHEX3CNSvf44EErN8Ev7iL7sWPgTSC7Th5rsyKY89uT54qtMyyLvGoVZH4nLdPW1JTOpgYd6yKG2XnW73vJZqdAA/s400/091014_1107~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392288930719795410" border="0" /></a>I've pictured this one before,<br />pink shrug of cuteness!<br />TJ Max, ages ago.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSHRgVFLFXIFIzNyd8B5rRd4k5ihKjHlVgaXWJAmsVqiorvbPFMEOe9SCnkaIXlTv2DMEosgMdpk1sRR9lXd6UivTyNnbIAfF9Ndtjx6Bdlz9vMJS0vl5AXCuhr8jGL-T6bMBmjw/s1600-h/091014_1112~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSHRgVFLFXIFIzNyd8B5rRd4k5ihKjHlVgaXWJAmsVqiorvbPFMEOe9SCnkaIXlTv2DMEosgMdpk1sRR9lXd6UivTyNnbIAfF9Ndtjx6Bdlz9vMJS0vl5AXCuhr8jGL-T6bMBmjw/s400/091014_1112~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392288921663722834" border="0" /></a>Husbot's favorite!<br />I quite like it as well.<br />JC Penny's, two years ago.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvAshejSHU5dnTNYkW9kWOw_N03r7KTrLkgPGpqcZ95BL0WwLoabyiPniAtS53fDGdYhOXGM1PG8tN96YEI_C-9ZItERA4UvBmjexElamxyMp0QGfoR4BD1v4W7zLLXDsayu8Ltg/s1600-h/091014_1113~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvAshejSHU5dnTNYkW9kWOw_N03r7KTrLkgPGpqcZ95BL0WwLoabyiPniAtS53fDGdYhOXGM1PG8tN96YEI_C-9ZItERA4UvBmjexElamxyMp0QGfoR4BD1v4W7zLLXDsayu8Ltg/s400/091014_1113~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392288912121546562" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTkY4hxTbYy_fKYD72pqegkjotUbzH-fsHJToTn58e_GcEG61UcpUt5EwrM8wBxDdO2qSCjbgm2sHMgs5Unqeo7tFuTbFAwd3N4vAsn_rROwlRM8u2elCLrpd0RJ5OFjHtDJkJqg/s1600-h/091014_1115~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTkY4hxTbYy_fKYD72pqegkjotUbzH-fsHJToTn58e_GcEG61UcpUt5EwrM8wBxDdO2qSCjbgm2sHMgs5Unqeo7tFuTbFAwd3N4vAsn_rROwlRM8u2elCLrpd0RJ5OFjHtDJkJqg/s400/091014_1115~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392288905007138994" border="0" /></a>Old Navy sweaters never fail me,<br />but this is hands-down my favorite.<br />So dowdy it's delightful!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLqDV2G8PUo0iVQUDyjHpeG0JpVuB6QCZEYX8ija9AX-ATnMQDD8g7dyAWEig5_dQYQVMDBjcUHREZqj48vF-LZvLK-OBIHqkfITcKzuNbkRO_z6wH6aBZpRYc4IWg1yiZml8d6A/s1600-h/091014_1117~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLqDV2G8PUo0iVQUDyjHpeG0JpVuB6QCZEYX8ija9AX-ATnMQDD8g7dyAWEig5_dQYQVMDBjcUHREZqj48vF-LZvLK-OBIHqkfITcKzuNbkRO_z6wH6aBZpRYc4IWg1yiZml8d6A/s400/091014_1117~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392288901276118514" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjRSeJCSCLKDs8XLrJzrm2TpgC8NYa6FqUF6pxOYRIBDSUEZb_nTxuYFUULQ-RLwW_NBpCJ7re49GEx0T-78mjHZdBrGBLupa78RO0BxRoO_HKy8cHvGApMPU3Fl6DapAmHsCihQ/s1600-h/091014_1126~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjRSeJCSCLKDs8XLrJzrm2TpgC8NYa6FqUF6pxOYRIBDSUEZb_nTxuYFUULQ-RLwW_NBpCJ7re49GEx0T-78mjHZdBrGBLupa78RO0BxRoO_HKy8cHvGApMPU3Fl6DapAmHsCihQ/s400/091014_1126~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392287891078962818" border="0" /></a>Ahhh, my newest love,<br />from Victoria's Secret.<br />They don't get enough fashion props,<br />their sweaters this season are gorgeous!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhl1oNMO0J_ezsbOnKgenxzD-Zu92HWx21HOMQpImacBuTNNyDuydOY-PLlMY1UyJiDtna9hYPwfzWa9Dveh3tS2EajYTFd6kJE4ht-BlUxeZpQo4B_9D94S9ES_6ev3_sPrF-8A/s1600-h/091014_1127~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhl1oNMO0J_ezsbOnKgenxzD-Zu92HWx21HOMQpImacBuTNNyDuydOY-PLlMY1UyJiDtna9hYPwfzWa9Dveh3tS2EajYTFd6kJE4ht-BlUxeZpQo4B_9D94S9ES_6ev3_sPrF-8A/s400/091014_1127~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392287885318854498" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqtYxdB9iqIdPc6g0PCx5BiMOgHRtgE5T68yDF5ffDEoMCM0ESJWl_uR94EIc0-puCjBX8PipV1absyLJkGiallyq7rZPV4J4SJKbJbww2YUAnIThA4JVTXzuLYu8CBHxYEatc5A/s1600-h/091014_1130~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqtYxdB9iqIdPc6g0PCx5BiMOgHRtgE5T68yDF5ffDEoMCM0ESJWl_uR94EIc0-puCjBX8PipV1absyLJkGiallyq7rZPV4J4SJKbJbww2YUAnIThA4JVTXzuLYu8CBHxYEatc5A/s400/091014_1130~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392287873792566690" border="0" /></a>So snuggly, and ridiculously soft!<br />Plus I'd never seen another sweater this style,<br />it makes me feel pretteh :D<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU4nofZ6HtsX01abt4HNappavwBcDK5JS1PxorFr_6pysvg7pwj85jLHoE4DqphK2iGljz8aq501VKAZ4GhdpqJ3snTO8RzHEv-Px96P37Cgmoo2gEL-SpQhAmeewSl6vW8uNydg/s1600-h/091014_1128~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU4nofZ6HtsX01abt4HNappavwBcDK5JS1PxorFr_6pysvg7pwj85jLHoE4DqphK2iGljz8aq501VKAZ4GhdpqJ3snTO8RzHEv-Px96P37Cgmoo2gEL-SpQhAmeewSl6vW8uNydg/s400/091014_1128~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392287870106260466" border="0" /></a>Now I go to rest...this day has been weirdly<br />exhausting, I barely had the motivation to<br />finish this entry!<br />What has become of me?!<br />I blame all the running I've been doing.<br />My legs want a holiday.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51lw7ihk16mf95vMGJ6AKa39wIggUsaodXiCCYVXicFxZocmJm5g9NET5SYMVuglProjl1YBnlhaTnXo4kZZm58uuU_PsKU2KdFP_g_zWGSblbi1felIx58lJCuPwvd7WFtWjHg/s1600-h/Ice18.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51lw7ihk16mf95vMGJ6AKa39wIggUsaodXiCCYVXicFxZocmJm5g9NET5SYMVuglProjl1YBnlhaTnXo4kZZm58uuU_PsKU2KdFP_g_zWGSblbi1felIx58lJCuPwvd7WFtWjHg/s400/Ice18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392287862894931298" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I leave you with this lovely bit of love.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yETx9H-Yrqk&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yETx9H-Yrqk&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Awww :D<br />As always, links for images of not-me<br />can be found <a href="http://weheartit.com/Leanan_Sidhe">at My Heart</a><br /><br /><br />'Til Next We Meet,<br />♥,<br />~ Amy<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709697.post-80610506903612573372009-09-30T08:54:00.006+09:002009-09-30T09:56:50.557+09:00Autumnal Lolitas<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzBNCaEXZ4d57FH3tqpJIrPNmPsBS3RwjAk2dBwPrcbHmVI4QmIBKdRO1CGXN3iGVmprGN49_gdkqj4QQNGh3nfKPQUH7TYUZUw51tI7kL9YSbk4OPsJ9o2zpzcHDkY80CHpvHCw/s1600-h/autumnal1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzBNCaEXZ4d57FH3tqpJIrPNmPsBS3RwjAk2dBwPrcbHmVI4QmIBKdRO1CGXN3iGVmprGN49_gdkqj4QQNGh3nfKPQUH7TYUZUw51tI7kL9YSbk4OPsJ9o2zpzcHDkY80CHpvHCw/s400/autumnal1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387047718311684514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Not Dead Yet</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">(But This Flu Sure Is Trying)</span><br /><br />I had such plans for the past weekend,<br />going to see the giant Buddha in Kamakura,<br />making deliciously New England-y deserts,<br />Lovely blog entries about personal style,<br />and all in the company of Husbot,<br />who had the weekend off.<br /><br />Alas, the germs had other plans.<br />I haven't been this defeated by illness<br />since catching mono back in '07.<br /><br />Husbot was grand though,<br />making me breakfast in bed and rushing out<br />for medicines and cough drops<br />and get-well-soon cards with robots on them.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hUMqIol4ISak_mBq_IrGD93ONsA5N3eZkw-PdlPU2KpkV6UdgxAmroioGrKcYVyvNAcuu8NNpmyMl_QhpLULJFZa1dch40GaEP1cKCrQ9joh8YEJI_kg0bYwf2j3lMl9IHRooA/s1600-h/autumnal3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hUMqIol4ISak_mBq_IrGD93ONsA5N3eZkw-PdlPU2KpkV6UdgxAmroioGrKcYVyvNAcuu8NNpmyMl_QhpLULJFZa1dch40GaEP1cKCrQ9joh8YEJI_kg0bYwf2j3lMl9IHRooA/s400/autumnal3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387047619246086162" border="0" /></a><br />I am infinitely better now,<br />though still a wee bit cough-y and unpleasant.<br />It's raining here in Japanland, the air is just<br />barely starting to smell like autumn and I find<br />myself missing the familiar crispness<br />of a cozy autumn in Vermont,<br />complete with cider, woodstove, and mum's beef stew.<br /><br />Alas, I make my home here!<br />Today I'm trying my hand at my mother's<br />apple pie recipe for the first time, meh!<br />Also the chill does come here as well,<br />albeit much more slowly,<br />and I am beginning to dress accordingly!<br />I am much more suited to autumn,<br />putting together a summer wardrobe was confusing<br />and unfamiliar, I admit.<br />Now is the time of skirts and tights and sweaters<br />and dressing like a<br />Lo In The Library.<br />But more on that later!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIb4FSOVGCLFkmby35ybrW1_LPGQMs6lZqtQIhFi6Zy8FqOG5ADFQU1UZcZERwfHRy9YBcUbHFpga9jBqEiG0UkeFsDYDRy2ZFyAXsT97c1K6sdXOHGmuG0NgUsfUbBNRTSHbnsw/s1600-h/autumnal4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIb4FSOVGCLFkmby35ybrW1_LPGQMs6lZqtQIhFi6Zy8FqOG5ADFQU1UZcZERwfHRy9YBcUbHFpga9jBqEiG0UkeFsDYDRy2ZFyAXsT97c1K6sdXOHGmuG0NgUsfUbBNRTSHbnsw/s400/autumnal4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387047610879054450" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">People To Read!</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mermaidinamanhole.com/">~Mermaid In A Manhole~</a><br />Kim's posts are delightful, thoughtful,<br />and wonderfully inspired.<br /><br /><a href="http://phoenixrising.onsugar.com/">~Phoenix Rising~</a><br />Lorelle relaunched her blog some bit ago,<br />and I am finding it to be quite enjoyable!<br /><br /><a href="http://allthishappiness.blogspot.com/">~all this happiness~</a><br />I know, always promoting my friends ;)<br />but Kater is lovely, and so is her blawg :D<br />I do so envy your distinct personal style deary.<br /><br /><a href="http://galadarling.com/">~Gala Darling~</a><br />As if you didn't read her already.<br />But truly, her blog brightens and colors my world!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.fashiontoast.com/">~Fashiontoast~</a><br />I adore Rumi's style, even if I can't pull it off ;)<br />She's also my shoe-muse. I want ALL of her shoes.<br /><br /><br /><br />And now for some actual<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">BOOKS</span><br />I think you should read ;)<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjir0-JD2SIqUQIiiEp-2ZEzH_T6z0hBGUXnl95y4CTVyhALgo91WpMFZ5Q7LJ4k2dTwpfOIKHaPss3bMB8fL2iYIOQ082ktRoems3Y1Ld0Umiz12ftEHZqUf7RkDETW0ok-cQ3Yw/s1600-h/Book1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjir0-JD2SIqUQIiiEp-2ZEzH_T6z0hBGUXnl95y4CTVyhALgo91WpMFZ5Q7LJ4k2dTwpfOIKHaPss3bMB8fL2iYIOQ082ktRoems3Y1Ld0Umiz12ftEHZqUf7RkDETW0ok-cQ3Yw/s400/Book1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387047604168114786" border="0" /></a><br /> Brought to my attention by Kim, this book is an absolute delight, one that I find myself reading in bits and pieces. While the title may sound elementary to most of you (indeed, Husbot saw the tome and proclaimed, perplexed, "But, you already are!"), this book is full of invaluable tips and tricks and style advice, all to guide you on your way to becoming a more eloquent, classy dame. If you aspire to have fun and enjoy your youth, while being a kind, courteous person who still says please, thank you, gets the good job and doesn't want her niece someday seeing her in a Girls Gone Wild ad, this is the lifestyle guide for you :D<br /></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsh-h5-Lwco9N9h9EWEVTQwmAkeEakcBQ3_ML04uWh2RbkvIKhyphenhypheng09xXFP9DxCcVpHV0FCyWIV8Q7EKHUw84_3Bmi31tHQBKLaZEK71C3od25My9cVMPmVG-ZEp1hJLXa2UguNLQ/s1600-h/Book2.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsh-h5-Lwco9N9h9EWEVTQwmAkeEakcBQ3_ML04uWh2RbkvIKhyphenhypheng09xXFP9DxCcVpHV0FCyWIV8Q7EKHUw84_3Bmi31tHQBKLaZEK71C3od25My9cVMPmVG-ZEp1hJLXa2UguNLQ/s400/Book2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387047595864474050" border="0" /></a> While ill, I've beed rereading all of my Madeliene L'Engle books and oh my goodness, what a joyful thing that is. Her books transcend age, they really do, presenting the reader with complex concepts and theories, filtered through the minds and eyes of children and young adults. A Wind In The Door remains my all time favorite, and I prefer following the Murry/O'Keefe family, but they're all wonderful books. Grab A Wrinkle In Time during the next cold, rainy day, and find your heart transported.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wardrobe Project!</span><br /><br />As I said above, I'm a big fan of skirts, tights,<br />and thick socks in the chillier months.<br />And so I give you One Dress,<br />and a cornucopia of skirts!<br /><br />Please forgive my disheveled tresses and half-dead<br />stare in most of these shots,<br />I was heavily medicated ;)<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWox82k9Xfn0EMx5f5eV-tGDSeXOOiIF5DgzeI5-1t6RC3IfgbbVjIza6efQZK_o0L3jXshiKdDoPaYGYVBJQIT0CSxREVJC6ZwnJNDJG6b37GhX80heF1Io36VMCAgO_dRMFOnA/s1600-h/090925_1548~02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWox82k9Xfn0EMx5f5eV-tGDSeXOOiIF5DgzeI5-1t6RC3IfgbbVjIza6efQZK_o0L3jXshiKdDoPaYGYVBJQIT0CSxREVJC6ZwnJNDJG6b37GhX80heF1Io36VMCAgO_dRMFOnA/s400/090925_1548~02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387047594523056962" border="0" /></a>We start with<br />The Dress I Never Wear.<br />Bought for Christmas Eve two years ago,<br />it hangs in the closet, waiting, always slipping<br />my mind, alas!<br />I'm not sure why really.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMYgBSq2YDHWYNlk9sVT9XDlfFq3O5ub0-MEyfF_8rUPNwyOQ3o7t_DeWiZCl8DUYKUhg0w9pKufCldiZzehrkqJy63PSZWjdM0aaBiFdWXJK6xnrDmQX-JU9wCaMv9vAJLwbzQA/s1600-h/090925_1549~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMYgBSq2YDHWYNlk9sVT9XDlfFq3O5ub0-MEyfF_8rUPNwyOQ3o7t_DeWiZCl8DUYKUhg0w9pKufCldiZzehrkqJy63PSZWjdM0aaBiFdWXJK6xnrDmQX-JU9wCaMv9vAJLwbzQA/s400/090925_1549~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387047204629522322" border="0" /></a>It could be the length is just an iiiinch too long,<br />or because the overall cut is conservative,<br />yet the neckline plunges a bit too much<br />for more conservative settings,<br />and a cami just looks wrong under it.<br />Whatever the reason, having tried it on,<br />I've vowed to wear it more often, if only just shopping.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwlqY9M4fEQHPtvFFLWIQllH92f9u9Eg06RGru2gwdYs_ILBwXvJRaNExg24QT56GK3m-qMYDcT4ocuoek2X0v8WT9Fa_Ea9Ni0OeDxO02wckUzaMzSD1nr2PZvmseMDzt_zgKMQ/s1600-h/090925_1550~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwlqY9M4fEQHPtvFFLWIQllH92f9u9Eg06RGru2gwdYs_ILBwXvJRaNExg24QT56GK3m-qMYDcT4ocuoek2X0v8WT9Fa_Ea9Ni0OeDxO02wckUzaMzSD1nr2PZvmseMDzt_zgKMQ/s400/090925_1550~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387047203308474962" border="0" /></a>Print.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcqemEdwGho4Pp0mqMrXEF-esBypY4j27oirKofHM_lcFGEcPC_NFzuZosrkzv0I8d2qCxin994tlC42KPp8Z8rd-DQsoubMRQPjqubaef1qdIWAnyaRtKStt5KN5Gt3UmYEiyYA/s1600-h/090925_1600~02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcqemEdwGho4Pp0mqMrXEF-esBypY4j27oirKofHM_lcFGEcPC_NFzuZosrkzv0I8d2qCxin994tlC42KPp8Z8rd-DQsoubMRQPjqubaef1qdIWAnyaRtKStt5KN5Gt3UmYEiyYA/s400/090925_1600~02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387047197017195938" border="0" /></a>Color!<br />Socks & Skirt from Japanese mall,<br />Top: ...I forget.<br />Lace Cami: TJ Max<br />Flats: Payless<br />Necklace: Altered by moi.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk6WkElECscINXoEiLJkcRrYrzV0a_O_IkKiA4Eq4QWeKdyKbOy63KEG31jQg5rSRzLhw5APmUNWcdxfzXOo-Y3CyCCQ2qwjISfPZVo1IE18OLQXj8B8fIwQyzyLXQTdR5xPb0bg/s1600-h/090925_1600~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk6WkElECscINXoEiLJkcRrYrzV0a_O_IkKiA4Eq4QWeKdyKbOy63KEG31jQg5rSRzLhw5APmUNWcdxfzXOo-Y3CyCCQ2qwjISfPZVo1IE18OLQXj8B8fIwQyzyLXQTdR5xPb0bg/s400/090925_1600~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387047188241354098" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSSd0uNUJQan4vawYYRsFQV2BQ-SfQ1T47-JyLKbR_oTaqBS01hyphenhyphenxm7qiguTtxXXqU8ytz-NUCPmMRxcvf_VnIMMavvs5xWlinqxlVt1O3tgZ2B-UjPP_OQwmokaReuDsqneQuQ/s1600-h/090925_1601~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSSd0uNUJQan4vawYYRsFQV2BQ-SfQ1T47-JyLKbR_oTaqBS01hyphenhyphenxm7qiguTtxXXqU8ytz-NUCPmMRxcvf_VnIMMavvs5xWlinqxlVt1O3tgZ2B-UjPP_OQwmokaReuDsqneQuQ/s400/090925_1601~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387047184982917010" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgF8Z27eYPXFoTCb422TZEnvjnvSZdNhWzjQ1yUaTQCoxxEc2POZoYelp7ovzjY4pLegAHyIKeZM9WtEangD_wyLA2Hw_j2xeeDaXaUOR7rn_2Esd3BviJcAToofHMIXYxDnVEPQ/s1600-h/090929_1217~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgF8Z27eYPXFoTCb422TZEnvjnvSZdNhWzjQ1yUaTQCoxxEc2POZoYelp7ovzjY4pLegAHyIKeZM9WtEangD_wyLA2Hw_j2xeeDaXaUOR7rn_2Esd3BviJcAToofHMIXYxDnVEPQ/s400/090929_1217~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387046883869777586" border="0" /></a>This flannel kilt is ridiculously comfy.<br />I think it shall be my winter go-to, in fact.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrJDJlVrNaV-NCbbyy7sTkltS4iQx_djmotin-T0V6HE9mjP-Uok3PTY1KrBulDxtInrrZm1TgmAnISYYKJKkA4IhVhg93yYALpZ2mKFIxnJ6sjsUfVr3LGYUq_5d6Z1ZL7v_UkA/s1600-h/090929_1217~02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrJDJlVrNaV-NCbbyy7sTkltS4iQx_djmotin-T0V6HE9mjP-Uok3PTY1KrBulDxtInrrZm1TgmAnISYYKJKkA4IhVhg93yYALpZ2mKFIxnJ6sjsUfVr3LGYUq_5d6Z1ZL7v_UkA/s400/090929_1217~02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387046880198665154" border="0" /></a>Top: Old Navy<br />Skirt & Tights: Forever21<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkI5oD2dGIidSa5UGIfNVa-Ml3MG-9jCCpcgG9m06P4r4Pyyg5vP3OwxRXpbKj_3gsxIBeMYlOTHwLzeKQx_hXXlgVOtuf51StnRqnLGiH8HM_aZO8DNwAqtEx4ZHff7FLVZkxA/s1600-h/090929_1223~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkI5oD2dGIidSa5UGIfNVa-Ml3MG-9jCCpcgG9m06P4r4Pyyg5vP3OwxRXpbKj_3gsxIBeMYlOTHwLzeKQx_hXXlgVOtuf51StnRqnLGiH8HM_aZO8DNwAqtEx4ZHff7FLVZkxA/s400/090929_1223~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387046876360496018" border="0" /></a>I'm still figuring out high waists!<br />Not sure this look works,<br />but it felt all kinds of prim and awesome!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbLsStUTU6hd4YnN8zCdv4LmnG3UJlzcfkTapVX6d1DehHFaW5wlV3YXGZGwy3KWS_3cu3eBWGQVzi5wnbrtDrbDhnqwothXvTVLtX57a0emUZivFTJR6-_VoOS0p8sFP-fYvwPg/s1600-h/090929_1222~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbLsStUTU6hd4YnN8zCdv4LmnG3UJlzcfkTapVX6d1DehHFaW5wlV3YXGZGwy3KWS_3cu3eBWGQVzi5wnbrtDrbDhnqwothXvTVLtX57a0emUZivFTJR6-_VoOS0p8sFP-fYvwPg/s400/090929_1222~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387046867566312178" border="0" /></a>Shirt: Japanese Mall<br />Skirt & Tights: Forever21<br />Shoes: Vintage, etsy.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFveIvPyMHB9GTeDECGsk4zjbpd9YN-0KSppbD9rVnRJo7WwTnguZnJ3h4Vjwb6Wxb86wYT8emeBzICrcuxZvbON-5-PX9bRCfvGxiaozl-MdaZGhhGNar7mK9xRhXHKNQFRNUpQ/s1600-h/090929_1230~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFveIvPyMHB9GTeDECGsk4zjbpd9YN-0KSppbD9rVnRJo7WwTnguZnJ3h4Vjwb6Wxb86wYT8emeBzICrcuxZvbON-5-PX9bRCfvGxiaozl-MdaZGhhGNar7mK9xRhXHKNQFRNUpQ/s400/090929_1230~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387046862269880514" border="0" /></a>How did I live without this pencil skirt?<br />I do not know.<br />I'm digging it, though.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqNrLqgtqD4nPlcfSXodFvnzu2G86A7ls3LNmLESFFVk29EPJxhC6PdfSDsAaSkYBJrsJESNbL1LOy4PrcOk7W0OPRKtxf4b-_KTqZKDq55K_dvv0ZG_ZCOWnL9w5aXhlSh8Wo_A/s1600-h/090929_1230~02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqNrLqgtqD4nPlcfSXodFvnzu2G86A7ls3LNmLESFFVk29EPJxhC6PdfSDsAaSkYBJrsJESNbL1LOy4PrcOk7W0OPRKtxf4b-_KTqZKDq55K_dvv0ZG_ZCOWnL9w5aXhlSh8Wo_A/s400/090929_1230~02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387045688601450802" border="0" /></a>Shirt: Maurice's, ages ago<br />Skirt & Tights: Forever21<br />Shoes: Gift from Kater :D<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWjluE5Zf2FS5NwgvFfBwD0ANTiD9XPCjBGQfArTC0iOG-t9L5ec2JW-pJ79GrC5_82pbWUkQBp2GuLXqHZZfDM9iz1qMAcfZ3LLILuGP4kzYnyPxasSM_IzFaWN4ofu918XfqHg/s1600-h/090929_1231~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWjluE5Zf2FS5NwgvFfBwD0ANTiD9XPCjBGQfArTC0iOG-t9L5ec2JW-pJ79GrC5_82pbWUkQBp2GuLXqHZZfDM9iz1qMAcfZ3LLILuGP4kzYnyPxasSM_IzFaWN4ofu918XfqHg/s400/090929_1231~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387045679826834658" border="0" /></a>Tres' Mad Men, Non? :D<br /><br /><br />And finally, some sage advice:<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJQAAgfddRYpHXIFGmXRTRwHDqWUQn_0KdYIi6vyeRtB-PMxyD6lzramSL-Q7Z5BuMQcGrPupaIvbcN77OKIk6qFzzD8X17vnGAZN6qr8C1nHhWJvDoW5yZxmBF-9wIRannyG7g/s1600-h/Autumnal2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJQAAgfddRYpHXIFGmXRTRwHDqWUQn_0KdYIi6vyeRtB-PMxyD6lzramSL-Q7Z5BuMQcGrPupaIvbcN77OKIk6qFzzD8X17vnGAZN6qr8C1nHhWJvDoW5yZxmBF-9wIRannyG7g/s400/Autumnal2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387045671459385698" border="0" /></a>That said, here I am in my halloween costume!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBDf4PdZrCHIAT_sFhVGE1c-rd7mYXaVrf9G5SnPjNApnekxP7LFan1zIQu-ULBUEjzyz4oqWw_oTc5fMA6Y7NhYDZlN6ZKuNdoasOWssa9tUqjPJtyJHGsh8TyyPHupYJq_TZiA/s1600-h/090929_1027~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBDf4PdZrCHIAT_sFhVGE1c-rd7mYXaVrf9G5SnPjNApnekxP7LFan1zIQu-ULBUEjzyz4oqWw_oTc5fMA6Y7NhYDZlN6ZKuNdoasOWssa9tUqjPJtyJHGsh8TyyPHupYJq_TZiA/s400/090929_1027~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387045662744921058" border="0" /></a>Alice Approves!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_7838zr_L_BbzRK4Srhix6Fv_EO9vHb8hXJpnHI6fhdIR54JVDtPHtzWq9t9l1QVu_Rhzxe-ATjqE9lcKMcS9mTJTapQ634GQRHWks5BTeXU1I3q-CXAGjZD8AWduECyxrcQDww/s1600-h/autumnal5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_7838zr_L_BbzRK4Srhix6Fv_EO9vHb8hXJpnHI6fhdIR54JVDtPHtzWq9t9l1QVu_Rhzxe-ATjqE9lcKMcS9mTJTapQ634GQRHWks5BTeXU1I3q-CXAGjZD8AWduECyxrcQDww/s400/autumnal5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387045660174773730" border="0" /></a>Images and their original links can be found<br />on my <a href="http://weheartit.com/Leanan_Sidhe">We Heart It</a> account,<br />now that it's up and running again :)<br /><br />Now I have an apartment to cleanse of tissues,<br />and a delicious pie to make.<br /><br /><br />'Til Next We Meet,<br />♥,<br />~ Amy<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709697.post-28609854103974643822009-09-17T18:01:00.006+09:002009-09-17T18:35:56.299+09:00Summer Lovin' Happened So Fast...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx-dd4yYgb9zyA_zMRY393UunzluOS8zsbdZmeh3S15DQHXsZwEg2URJ9kQ1hQ5mFp6c02nvaEChg4xUwo2sELk6utZpc5vj5OsQQNHApxOsUUq2UQ5EVuZwvSdrMK0oVtkrWArg/s1600-h/autumn3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx-dd4yYgb9zyA_zMRY393UunzluOS8zsbdZmeh3S15DQHXsZwEg2URJ9kQ1hQ5mFp6c02nvaEChg4xUwo2sELk6utZpc5vj5OsQQNHApxOsUUq2UQ5EVuZwvSdrMK0oVtkrWArg/s400/autumn3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382361977470149234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Autumnal Frivolity</span><br /><br />...Wait, there was no lovin' this summer!<br />Oh well, anyway...<br />This month has been a month of adventures!<br />To start it off, this thing came back in port...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-x9zZilftiKGoC9KXxbWZou5Bgfv3G7MnuNL_oFPsMZeSy2XtUTFtpLrTz-Evd2zcpcgpRexsOFNq5WPa9vwMAZJk-ARJwt6P0jZJPIA0Mu-790cqRFWKt8qwd03N6LilYdLVXg/s1600-h/CVN73.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-x9zZilftiKGoC9KXxbWZou5Bgfv3G7MnuNL_oFPsMZeSy2XtUTFtpLrTz-Evd2zcpcgpRexsOFNq5WPa9vwMAZJk-ARJwt6P0jZJPIA0Mu-790cqRFWKt8qwd03N6LilYdLVXg/s400/CVN73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382361967825406178" border="0" /></a>Bringing along with it,<br />This fellow!<br />(and his iPod touch)<br />((note our new translucent bed curtains!))<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqSrL7_8zkMuSX5Aqg6wLcLDxcD2uUYxGP-xaOtgbIN8-cMLxOs_ARhqjG9-U_31Mc74gxxSY8VGyrGySb07otnriORI9liogDAYtLS5avWUSYU8G1x2Lx0ZtYEXdGo1eLYsfO2A/s1600-h/Boy!.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqSrL7_8zkMuSX5Aqg6wLcLDxcD2uUYxGP-xaOtgbIN8-cMLxOs_ARhqjG9-U_31Mc74gxxSY8VGyrGySb07otnriORI9liogDAYtLS5avWUSYU8G1x2Lx0ZtYEXdGo1eLYsfO2A/s400/Boy!.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382361963050494338" border="0" /></a>Much love happened!<br />Along with yummy meals for Husbot,<br />D&D games, merry parties with friends,<br />rather sloshed Rock Band sessions,<br />and general lovetasticness,<br />as well as a couple shmultzy blog entries ;)<br /><br />Happily, I shall bring us back to a<br />materialistic and somewhat shallow place!<br />BEHOLD!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wardrobe Project!</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span><br /><br />Slowly, it becomes chillier in Japan.<br />Happily, I do not NEED any new jackets this year!<br />What with the return of the military jacket,<br />and the constant relevance of leather,<br />I am set for all occasions.<br />I will picture them all for you!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJaxBGZWiJT_2rfIoUEVRERhMSX0oJC9OO23OVJr9VBx9GNCIIyo5CufaH4Uw4pZKfa1qCyGKNis8Y1F9PdlAg6Ginqzwuqe4jYaAsk1dmV4PWuofAwLuxNrEiz4rThESWLcHCug/s1600-h/090917_1212~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJaxBGZWiJT_2rfIoUEVRERhMSX0oJC9OO23OVJr9VBx9GNCIIyo5CufaH4Uw4pZKfa1qCyGKNis8Y1F9PdlAg6Ginqzwuqe4jYaAsk1dmV4PWuofAwLuxNrEiz4rThESWLcHCug/s400/090917_1212~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382361956435125826" border="0" /></a>Brown Leather.<br />I scored this for 15$ at a Thrift Shop.<br />I still can't get over it.<br />The leather is like BUTTER.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvtOkkwnEd9gS0-RtaAV_d7bXSTEAfX-EnFUEOXnWA6WCS6hbuDt1MnnPOCsUe9rVrBHXz5ytDKvf06rE4w1LFHblCPqtYFtdaRGin39CLfmpqzjAGM_a38pNqEJP2ChmOmM3ZRQ/s1600-h/090917_1212~02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvtOkkwnEd9gS0-RtaAV_d7bXSTEAfX-EnFUEOXnWA6WCS6hbuDt1MnnPOCsUe9rVrBHXz5ytDKvf06rE4w1LFHblCPqtYFtdaRGin39CLfmpqzjAGM_a38pNqEJP2ChmOmM3ZRQ/s400/090917_1212~02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382361945040586610" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtpBodercmJuVw-6m4yFNAoUbodQsK9rFp7JIgjph96-5dNlfLDwBPWx5rtJFYq8IqM9JybegWRtqnU-R1d6u5pq5fSapg-VI1ADizJYnaqENSpbG4D5UdIigW6eXMTVA6NDayaA/s1600-h/090917_1212~03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtpBodercmJuVw-6m4yFNAoUbodQsK9rFp7JIgjph96-5dNlfLDwBPWx5rtJFYq8IqM9JybegWRtqnU-R1d6u5pq5fSapg-VI1ADizJYnaqENSpbG4D5UdIigW6eXMTVA6NDayaA/s400/090917_1212~03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382361425699923266" border="0" /></a>Nothing trumps leather.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLd1RGWQ9w2g64hPCTEtBnDpN-1ZFH-DmNlrMTGTjc4AU5IGd84_bQK_CzpUkdrypak13-BQvoPUu981QRuNmDiKRn1DDsHVvsJRc2MfBYC5oJNl8gBJP-Eq5GHDx1Ostpu2paQ/s1600-h/090917_1214~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLd1RGWQ9w2g64hPCTEtBnDpN-1ZFH-DmNlrMTGTjc4AU5IGd84_bQK_CzpUkdrypak13-BQvoPUu981QRuNmDiKRn1DDsHVvsJRc2MfBYC5oJNl8gBJP-Eq5GHDx1Ostpu2paQ/s400/090917_1214~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382361419402029842" border="0" /></a>And for more demure days,<br />My dearly beloved cloak coat!<br />Old Navy two years ago,<br />still adorable, in my opinion.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOBij0YACfO_ZlV2joEo_1_C9VTQGvt3wxIFdZOOMU04pMwgFoAyOrqZV0kdpgd_wH9RwazKLmsz3YegAHHEs6kD02VV687qtoCbsweW_4sPPCBAprhpmgKv-LcltNR6Btz4d7Vw/s1600-h/090917_1215~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOBij0YACfO_ZlV2joEo_1_C9VTQGvt3wxIFdZOOMU04pMwgFoAyOrqZV0kdpgd_wH9RwazKLmsz3YegAHHEs6kD02VV687qtoCbsweW_4sPPCBAprhpmgKv-LcltNR6Btz4d7Vw/s400/090917_1215~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382361415264786658" border="0" /></a>Little Doom Riding Hood.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZip1HHIXCCw6Ak348h8v9oPjHSVLfGXYc2o6ZArkUUqGU53wiEss1YcV7Tc4ilIf4Zp7zHfAW-O1lmjZeuRSBIwXt8YNt1lt93Nfdqj6jnmVLib7mzaqepDBYE6Z8Uh9b5Bdtsg/s1600-h/090917_1217~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZip1HHIXCCw6Ak348h8v9oPjHSVLfGXYc2o6ZArkUUqGU53wiEss1YcV7Tc4ilIf4Zp7zHfAW-O1lmjZeuRSBIwXt8YNt1lt93Nfdqj6jnmVLib7mzaqepDBYE6Z8Uh9b5Bdtsg/s400/090917_1217~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382361406693326994" border="0" /></a>I call this my <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/author.php?author=Vestan+Pance">Chav</a> Coat.<br />For days when I'm just in That Mood.<br />Tan corduroy, this jacket is actually<br />quite thick and deliriously warm.<br />But oh, so very Chav-tastic :D<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRb0JVkgOmVniaw6HP5jED2v0GKZwaGIkXVw5eSzi0maziVD58DYwuHdh5NRnfUqrtLjYDIV2UW-oNagAeBFg-hL-P9Fv7ccag9UnnerwoJWMCQMNRVNChhYoM6335m8pqMCjj3w/s1600-h/090917_1219~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRb0JVkgOmVniaw6HP5jED2v0GKZwaGIkXVw5eSzi0maziVD58DYwuHdh5NRnfUqrtLjYDIV2UW-oNagAeBFg-hL-P9Fv7ccag9UnnerwoJWMCQMNRVNChhYoM6335m8pqMCjj3w/s400/090917_1219~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382361395988320130" border="0" /></a>Yes, it's lined with Pink Satin!<br />Don't worry, it was thrifted for only 5$!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXwJT8tsa4QJFXTBDiv_5fHD-hZXbTcqbpLy31zO64cX4C3HX0NgoPxg_bTX-QBWEbUC6VVdEbvzRvWJk0v9M07ce-recJJkMo0JvK5Ejlzpj9NMAh1bd1wLmsq8fghgChmZ58yg/s1600-h/090917_1219~02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXwJT8tsa4QJFXTBDiv_5fHD-hZXbTcqbpLy31zO64cX4C3HX0NgoPxg_bTX-QBWEbUC6VVdEbvzRvWJk0v9M07ce-recJJkMo0JvK5Ejlzpj9NMAh1bd1wLmsq8fghgChmZ58yg/s400/090917_1219~02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382361156514824434" border="0" /></a>FURRY!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXBUG66JXgglJTDHL27y5UT5XA2ne7jYk2VZBxSwBcj2C5W7qf9nStGcQv4TngF8B6EHu1FVq-h4j3dqNCzruKL88TDCDrHLxHtLkr9Gw6RonfaO6YiJNfDKWaUKPu-V8TV4SALQ/s1600-h/090917_1220~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXBUG66JXgglJTDHL27y5UT5XA2ne7jYk2VZBxSwBcj2C5W7qf9nStGcQv4TngF8B6EHu1FVq-h4j3dqNCzruKL88TDCDrHLxHtLkr9Gw6RonfaO6YiJNfDKWaUKPu-V8TV4SALQ/s400/090917_1220~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382361148496142978" border="0" /></a>A Favorite,<br />This Coat was bought from Delia's<br />two years ago, I believe as a Christmas Gift<br />from my awesome mother!<br />Wool, warm, but not bulky.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdag7JoAkx2YWxSs3QVUGT5ZVxI6_HIu9Yr2igdS3QOVpjKa93hnAfw0AmzrhhIsjEbUHBjPx1FDqCoxE2E49ShBho5j5YlzYDegR8JZj0mCkXHZOYPJe9iuTE4gdb5pSxh6IZAA/s1600-h/090917_1221~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdag7JoAkx2YWxSs3QVUGT5ZVxI6_HIu9Yr2igdS3QOVpjKa93hnAfw0AmzrhhIsjEbUHBjPx1FDqCoxE2E49ShBho5j5YlzYDegR8JZj0mCkXHZOYPJe9iuTE4gdb5pSxh6IZAA/s400/090917_1221~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382361141556787682" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX2bgcXKBChEhQnWqzuE2VO-eBTuzIG8M8FHLc0pJQZ5pXo3bsu1wB-K9CIaLRtu6CaPGV4ebqBc2QlOEKGOLk10QOA2UvpBvfJATNrAs7Rkyeu9_R2jpBQ9yALjgO_QIdvK8XJg/s1600-h/090917_1221~02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX2bgcXKBChEhQnWqzuE2VO-eBTuzIG8M8FHLc0pJQZ5pXo3bsu1wB-K9CIaLRtu6CaPGV4ebqBc2QlOEKGOLk10QOA2UvpBvfJATNrAs7Rkyeu9_R2jpBQ9yALjgO_QIdvK8XJg/s400/090917_1221~02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382361131107932418" border="0" /></a>Side note, in case you were wondering!<br />Here I am in <a href="http://limecrimemakeup.com/">Lime Crime</a> eyeshadow,<br />which I seem to have become a walking advert for.<br />I was asked three times today about it,<br />and that was just grocery shopping!<br />I'm wearing <a href="http://www.limecrimemakeup.com/pompadour-p-188.html?zenid=r9lf62bambe0kpt9r9b1vj4up2">Pompadour</a> here.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhtNUc4ge-RILjAP7E4Ygt10kjKVteBKjGrQZjJlv9V6p10O7q2wV-y3NgHHZMyOnO1ykxA-jGLvPvcgADzO6YnqT9xR_J4AwUQFRW22i74L_1csj83sNnYy22N5tNJUAlvZkbRg/s1600-h/090917_1223~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhtNUc4ge-RILjAP7E4Ygt10kjKVteBKjGrQZjJlv9V6p10O7q2wV-y3NgHHZMyOnO1ykxA-jGLvPvcgADzO6YnqT9xR_J4AwUQFRW22i74L_1csj83sNnYy22N5tNJUAlvZkbRg/s400/090917_1223~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382361116631314114" border="0" /></a>And finally, my trusty Black Leather.<br />I've had this baby since I was, wait for it, 14.<br />Which makes it nearly ten years old!<br />Still going strong, still supple,<br />still badass.<br />Why?<br />Because it's BLACK LEATHER.<br />Etc.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBmKCC8ylAOf9tJ67FwwOKB-PHcAi1i5QxQVGwGGRaB-Vg4AqSTuIdl9AxrvFBllegz2EGfiEjQl46WMnBNBnqWu4Nbx8BR7XAXBAMGK3IpkWxPc7_xzrLsStoaf89GdlDPWbSGQ/s1600-h/090917_1225~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBmKCC8ylAOf9tJ67FwwOKB-PHcAi1i5QxQVGwGGRaB-Vg4AqSTuIdl9AxrvFBllegz2EGfiEjQl46WMnBNBnqWu4Nbx8BR7XAXBAMGK3IpkWxPc7_xzrLsStoaf89GdlDPWbSGQ/s400/090917_1225~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382360853796249202" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAO8Izf_7dKz_Idj-4EC4bWowo6dGSVnhnMJaIzabmXqn2ym6n_cNFnYaJoJXHXMnOtprOoT3__HNjJdOQWoSfMcaVrJxtZeTxg-rji8KBusT9uc3SIcJYCxU1ZRSUNlxK1iooMw/s1600-h/090917_1225~02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAO8Izf_7dKz_Idj-4EC4bWowo6dGSVnhnMJaIzabmXqn2ym6n_cNFnYaJoJXHXMnOtprOoT3__HNjJdOQWoSfMcaVrJxtZeTxg-rji8KBusT9uc3SIcJYCxU1ZRSUNlxK1iooMw/s400/090917_1225~02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382360843645299778" border="0" /></a>May it last ten years more!<br /><br />Happily,<br />it's still not QUITE cool enough here<br />for Jacket Weather.<br />Summer is having a last hurrah,<br />with lovely cool breezes<br />and lingering, sweet-smelling flowers.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4l_CVfYCgLIxWZ-T_Gux4IxoVuQsIyYpAUiwr0p8gycd9xDN5R3iVLO0ugh2W6b5-qa5AOkr9rrfGxxrFodF1ZjZVEICCTk8CT7I3-1zYipWF660VNnkORumXI0oPUCRF9fuEXQ/s1600-h/090917_1208~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4l_CVfYCgLIxWZ-T_Gux4IxoVuQsIyYpAUiwr0p8gycd9xDN5R3iVLO0ugh2W6b5-qa5AOkr9rrfGxxrFodF1ZjZVEICCTk8CT7I3-1zYipWF660VNnkORumXI0oPUCRF9fuEXQ/s400/090917_1208~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382360823971185378" border="0" /></a>Ahhhhhhh.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQr6imtZn_8hNwrRLf200z28MEOsQfsfwStdXsHD8yCbx2h0XlDjpQpx4VkLY1s_kP96DDHTofXkteEoTfQu2MHEnJPQYNBrVW0rmfWOaNx8fNV9h1xq2dUB5fd46J1naPACHBdQ/s1600-h/autumn1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQr6imtZn_8hNwrRLf200z28MEOsQfsfwStdXsHD8yCbx2h0XlDjpQpx4VkLY1s_kP96DDHTofXkteEoTfQu2MHEnJPQYNBrVW0rmfWOaNx8fNV9h1xq2dUB5fd46J1naPACHBdQ/s400/autumn1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382360815123431362" border="0" /></a>Shall be getting back into regular<br />weekly blog entries of varied content,<br />Now that Husbot has returned to work,<br />and the creative brain cells have been stimulated.<br /><br />'Til Next We Meet, My Loves,<br />♥,<br />~ Amy<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709697.post-91351460749338560642009-09-12T14:08:00.006+09:002009-09-12T14:30:24.592+09:00June Makes These Excellent Sewing Machines...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYQWv_A-n8LjCVbcX_GZRO4jXcOCJIWjULZVUjdbGollt2b-4PN44AI5GN4XwBsXNg95y4gxXZrDZ6BW941prT1QK6MSLYwqsDS3R_GwucNahvaADe9zvSFm45qnUMSb-k1Papiw/s1600-h/LoveLe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYQWv_A-n8LjCVbcX_GZRO4jXcOCJIWjULZVUjdbGollt2b-4PN44AI5GN4XwBsXNg95y4gxXZrDZ6BW941prT1QK6MSLYwqsDS3R_GwucNahvaADe9zvSFm45qnUMSb-k1Papiw/s400/LoveLe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380444472407357474" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Another Entry Of Love For You!</span><br /><br />A lot has been going on here in Japanland.<br />The past two weeks have been about<br />Husbot returning home,<br />A family member passing away,<br />And strange delightful adventures.<br />A real entry of pictures and substance<br />shall follow this in the soontime,<br />but for now,<br />Some Love For You! :D<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSH5ao2d8xqWjSFSUyNMBsExrMDjaNX305kQF7Ibcez3OkQBVLmNKG8Dl6LDru2SC9LQ_tjSPDxxXFeUBj0_UJ4kn7x5VgrCEVf8nmeW3zv5KqnJZHUHHqjcUFb4MOrMa-K4CrQw/s1600-h/RemusTonks3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSH5ao2d8xqWjSFSUyNMBsExrMDjaNX305kQF7Ibcez3OkQBVLmNKG8Dl6LDru2SC9LQ_tjSPDxxXFeUBj0_UJ4kn7x5VgrCEVf8nmeW3zv5KqnJZHUHHqjcUFb4MOrMa-K4CrQw/s400/RemusTonks3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380444464763247378" border="0" /></a>"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."<br /><i>-St. Augustine</i><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6r7RaGDrPOhy_BYDCaWefy4q4Vua_IITaVxsGTNRajADk2okGdrUtFPIg6WZACrmUeWuOk3GuFaNg_3CteCqPUU9vQASE30ER5f0Eb44SBKC5hcCV4tKyWjek6RuuiesIpuz6bA/s1600-h/Ice6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6r7RaGDrPOhy_BYDCaWefy4q4Vua_IITaVxsGTNRajADk2okGdrUtFPIg6WZACrmUeWuOk3GuFaNg_3CteCqPUU9vQASE30ER5f0Eb44SBKC5hcCV4tKyWjek6RuuiesIpuz6bA/s400/Ice6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380444153740516274" border="0" /></a>"Think about your Dream all the time, no matter what else you're doing. Live your Dream in your imagination. Become obsessed by it. Love it. Be passionate about it."<br />~ <span style="font-style: italic;">Unknown</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs6_iHimEhVhVpe4eAycMtCq_-eCIiKYemmd0hEdOF_gl-p68U06DZUwgdJ1HBnoRoda1FFNpV6snfu9sPamc9CEGAXlAI-3mYHXXBtmdSGr6_e3AhDAjR-su0QvpqOQd5wh8kqA/s1600-h/my-lawyers-in-love-ted-gooch.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 172px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs6_iHimEhVhVpe4eAycMtCq_-eCIiKYemmd0hEdOF_gl-p68U06DZUwgdJ1HBnoRoda1FFNpV6snfu9sPamc9CEGAXlAI-3mYHXXBtmdSGr6_e3AhDAjR-su0QvpqOQd5wh8kqA/s400/my-lawyers-in-love-ted-gooch.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380444144979871314" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;" >"Someone like you,<br />And all you know, And how you speak<br />Countless lovers under cover of the street<br />You know that I could use somebody<br />Someone like you..."</span><br />~ <span style="font-style: italic;">Kings Of Leon</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj8pgIapO8cihS-iUUS5KNbmy02V-S8C0WPcsmS3URjVOXcYtUdOxE7c90bCNrS3IFs5AH7rr3dDCvKW6pV9D-8FDQevnaEC4GYQldjqd1FlpB8fWEBfgnK-vDgu96x3mUFULEwQ/s1600-h/omgbaby.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj8pgIapO8cihS-iUUS5KNbmy02V-S8C0WPcsmS3URjVOXcYtUdOxE7c90bCNrS3IFs5AH7rr3dDCvKW6pV9D-8FDQevnaEC4GYQldjqd1FlpB8fWEBfgnK-vDgu96x3mUFULEwQ/s400/omgbaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380444134881866578" border="0" /></a>"To Love is to receive a glimpse of Heaven."<br />~ <span style="font-style: italic;">Karen Sunde</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV-FgkEgpeX0CsxjLcGwDRVp0pgogMT4zJXHofOFPq-oejryKTZ6ar41Jg8ReC5nWWZFYMV3m16d-krHJVPLe4lLG8tpiszFjtu10ZyE42rvZGebONZfyAz597wKCkpaiffTixNw/s1600-h/omgpandas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV-FgkEgpeX0CsxjLcGwDRVp0pgogMT4zJXHofOFPq-oejryKTZ6ar41Jg8ReC5nWWZFYMV3m16d-krHJVPLe4lLG8tpiszFjtu10ZyE42rvZGebONZfyAz597wKCkpaiffTixNw/s400/omgpandas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380444126227013746" border="0" /></a><span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"><span style="visibility: visible;" id="search">Anyone can be passionate,<br />but it takes real <em>lovers</em> to be <em>silly</em>.<br />~<span style="font-style: italic;">Rose Franken</span></span></span><br />(always a favorite, I married a silly boy :D)<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKribHzVJh2E7HimclGJ3A_ryFqRGEnziIGPXAepwDXoa3DMy9hyphenhyphenipzSwwDEA5TZ_BHsb0PzHpspQHg7Uz88Z7XVDbqtnmQpk4gpog8S3lVp8TO55LCylgD0eMTVNVShYzE7aMWw/s1600-h/AmandaNeilLoff.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKribHzVJh2E7HimclGJ3A_ryFqRGEnziIGPXAepwDXoa3DMy9hyphenhyphenipzSwwDEA5TZ_BHsb0PzHpspQHg7Uz88Z7XVDbqtnmQpk4gpog8S3lVp8TO55LCylgD0eMTVNVShYzE7aMWw/s400/AmandaNeilLoff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380444118709714178" border="0" /></a><br />"Men always want to be a woman's first love,<br />That is their clumsy vanity.<br />We women have a more subtle instinct about things.<br />We want to be a man's last romance."<br />~ <span style="font-style: italic;">Oscar Wilde</span><br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1O6GqCwjh-k&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1O6GqCwjh-k&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />'Til Next We Meet, My Loves,<br />♥,<br />~ Amy<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709697.post-8798472770164153502009-09-01T19:30:00.003+09:002009-09-01T20:04:48.595+09:00"...As We All Are Part Of Each Other."<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghInPq94FqstDK2pg4wDTCL6gZBGneK_YKUnt8DNCY2BbNWxIkXB7m9Qg64KUjbFGUF6m4LFsWbsjd0uWx6yx85MPNuc62fngxdKxrgYd5WB7gKJvm2x4qp6z7uVBAKK9OG_qABg/s1600-h/Books1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghInPq94FqstDK2pg4wDTCL6gZBGneK_YKUnt8DNCY2BbNWxIkXB7m9Qg64KUjbFGUF6m4LFsWbsjd0uWx6yx85MPNuc62fngxdKxrgYd5WB7gKJvm2x4qp6z7uVBAKK9OG_qABg/s400/Books1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376445759630946802" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" >"With my intellect I see cause for nothing but pessimism and even despair. But I can't settle for what my intellect tells me. That's not all of it. There are still stars which move in ordered and beautiful rhythm. There are still people in this world who keep promises..."</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">~ <span style="font-style: italic;">A Wind In The Door</span>,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">by Madeleine L'Engle<br /><br />Pardon me, whilst I meander.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" > <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">It's a thing I've noticed lately, how far apart we all seem from each other. I do not mean physically, but in our souls, in our zeal for identity through defining ideals, in our desire to put our own convictions above anyone else's, we've all lost touch with our fellow man. It seems to me that society on the whole has been pushing harder and harder to make us not only disagree with anyone who's ideas are different than our own, but also to disdain them. It's not enough to dislike someone with right-wing ideals, they have to seem crazy. It's not enough to disagree with a tree-hugging hippy liberal, they must be demonized, else you will not feel safe. It's frankly quiet wearying, the whole lot of you.<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></span></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTbUVbI7UMNnzO7oHt6jniW1kIJZBaeTxc-PSLJTTHIlGlHKE2UpQbBH7Lu-oiNq5dadwtxk7GHjpEOchnetx3aC7lBCVbrsIzrMc_rJO21rj4f9lS_L14mpxjKy3w5V4donY1jg/s1600-h/Books2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTbUVbI7UMNnzO7oHt6jniW1kIJZBaeTxc-PSLJTTHIlGlHKE2UpQbBH7Lu-oiNq5dadwtxk7GHjpEOchnetx3aC7lBCVbrsIzrMc_rJO21rj4f9lS_L14mpxjKy3w5V4donY1jg/s400/Books2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376445746783255250" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Of course, we all fall victim to this thinking. But it is not how the world is supposed to be. Should you stand for something? Of course, everyone should, everyone should look in their heart, or to their God, and find who they are. Find what is important to them, what is worth standing up for, as it defines you yourself in the end. But ideas and convictions should never be more important than your fellow man. Your firm belief should never be one that gives you leave to dismiss a fellow human being. You can disagree with someone. You can have lively debate. But my Lord, the sea of hatred that boils back home in my own country...I get frustrated. And then I am just sad, really sad.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGa_cljNNH5Gw1aeee9oBWveRtz4PvaebBx0WHkiCTOOefB1-bs98xCt_UkFNJMvtmj0rGz7YREz8fkHxGT_P_VtKVzQ4KdYKhol22an1vcnqDbreRcxg6AfgukXvLRWx64l09qQ/s1600-h/Books3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGa_cljNNH5Gw1aeee9oBWveRtz4PvaebBx0WHkiCTOOefB1-bs98xCt_UkFNJMvtmj0rGz7YREz8fkHxGT_P_VtKVzQ4KdYKhol22an1vcnqDbreRcxg6AfgukXvLRWx64l09qQ/s400/Books3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376445735273747890" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I will tell you a story.When I was a little girl, I attended a church that, from good intentions and innocent beginnings, became something Different. I won't go into the details, but suffice it to say, the change was slow and subtle, until it came to a point when, after some disagreements between Godly men, we were urged by our leader to "shun" a certain group who'd left the congregation. My parents of course had none of this drivel, and not too much later we left that community. But before they ever uttered a word in response to this "strong suggestion", my nine-year-old soul rebelled violently. They believed in the same Jesus I did. They believed in the same salvation I believed I had. I grew up believing in God. God is Love. God might tell me not to do certain things that may hurt me, but he'd never tell me to shun anyone, to harbor hate for anyone in my heart. I was only a child, but I KNEW then, and though I can be judgmental too, as all of us can be, </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">I still know that it is poison straight to the heart.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAVKE-pdcUzGiIz4KwgZe86FyRh9YMxBft8GgozCWnsFxiEc-BVhPKv20N3nTlPw12gyW6ojM3NZ82T-DlOO0vfh-u-bbieQy-P18yRf7FjnYkaeKilFYCucrhM3kmzDD-ZXv9VQ/s1600-h/delirium3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAVKE-pdcUzGiIz4KwgZe86FyRh9YMxBft8GgozCWnsFxiEc-BVhPKv20N3nTlPw12gyW6ojM3NZ82T-DlOO0vfh-u-bbieQy-P18yRf7FjnYkaeKilFYCucrhM3kmzDD-ZXv9VQ/s400/delirium3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376445727163676370" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Whether you believe in a deity, an afterlife, or you do not, we can all agree on one thing: When we go, we take only ourselves. Our material possessions will rot and decay, and all that will be left behind was how we treated our fellow man. Did you hide in a church all your life? Did you only surround yourself with people who thought and acted as you did? Did you disdain a church-goer, simply because you didn't believe in God and disliked what you believed religion did to society as a whole? Did you stop going to lunch with your co-worker when you found out she was a lesbian, because heaven forbid you be seen with THAT kind of person?</span> Did you judge the girl who had an abortion? Did you curse out the protester outside the clinic?<br /><br />All we have is each other. And while everyone should stand by their own convictions, to use your convictions as a license to hate, to avoid, to make snap judgments, is the surest way to aid in the decay of your own soul. Ideas will change and fall away. Countries will rise and fall and rise again. But the only way society will truly end, is when we are all too isolated to even speak to each other. Every single person, on their own little island, in their own little head telling themselves how right they are, and how wrong everyone else is.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Faith, Hope, & Love,<br />and of these,<br />The Greatest is Love.<br /></span><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglQsyEt8CZBeDhiTvvOF5VEcoKk0ldc7xoJvbrtA0cxe1dTTbSTWkabhuC33t3g54ElhkKYMSBI9rlJ0MIUY6yXKDknXF2udbUScCCOwCRDzeTdhyphenhyphencNl3KY6VZBYIl7dEi5JDy7Q/s1600-h/geisha_girl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglQsyEt8CZBeDhiTvvOF5VEcoKk0ldc7xoJvbrtA0cxe1dTTbSTWkabhuC33t3g54ElhkKYMSBI9rlJ0MIUY6yXKDknXF2udbUScCCOwCRDzeTdhyphenhyphencNl3KY6VZBYIl7dEi5JDy7Q/s400/geisha_girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376445718796559826" border="0" /></a>I may be scarce in the days to come,<br />many loverly things will be going on here at home ;)<br /><br />But I will try to keep things updated!<br />Expect a picture or five soon,<br />of my newly-blue hair.<br /><br />Until then, I leave you in the good hands<br />of Heathcliff & Cathy :D<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ey2zoqIBjUM&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ey2zoqIBjUM&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Til Next We Meet,<br />♥,<br />~ Amy<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709697.post-18503153434862442962009-08-26T13:05:00.007+09:002009-08-26T13:43:47.061+09:00You Run With The Devil...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2BLPSP5dimgqgTSaDZnNbEUjhz3QGgLxwiSkdri4suYAOoLVbgq_IcG0SK7cxowgYOveRLK2DO2hGRR8JNL1CvRsZdhZ3nRpVXpQwKQ0qTuXMwkTLn02zm9mkcJFAiV4SvthU9Q/s1600-h/Ice17.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2BLPSP5dimgqgTSaDZnNbEUjhz3QGgLxwiSkdri4suYAOoLVbgq_IcG0SK7cxowgYOveRLK2DO2hGRR8JNL1CvRsZdhZ3nRpVXpQwKQ0qTuXMwkTLn02zm9mkcJFAiV4SvthU9Q/s400/Ice17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374121376296237602" border="0" /></a>Before anything else,<br />THANK YOU<br />to everyone who left such nice comments<br />on my last (big) entry :D<br />You warm my strange little heart!<br />Also, you're all GORGEOUS ;)<br /><br />Now, entry!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_L-ZbiEPQLdNPMPC34An2UWodvGDHXcf1UJxp2y5VWrf8YzSFRWrU6zXHmu7Ozj-gOlTlZnSacuPN-Y8FF2U8A_0fmjB-xQiXLFCwuh1SZyN6aQlfd7H-6SuwugkC4t2pAYRUw/s1600-h/090811_1954~04.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_L-ZbiEPQLdNPMPC34An2UWodvGDHXcf1UJxp2y5VWrf8YzSFRWrU6zXHmu7Ozj-gOlTlZnSacuPN-Y8FF2U8A_0fmjB-xQiXLFCwuh1SZyN6aQlfd7H-6SuwugkC4t2pAYRUw/s400/090811_1954~04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374120651747076882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Girl At The Rock Show</span><br /><br />Am I a girly-girl? I suppose so, by some<br />standards, at least.<br />I love my fashions, I heart makeup,<br />I collect creepy, huge-eyed dollies!<br />But there is another side to me,<br />a side that meshes with the girly side flawlessly<br />in real life, though in clothing, it does not always<br />translate as well at all.<br />I speak, of course, of my inner-rocker-chick.<br /><br />Music has always been fundamental to<br />understanding the Me.<br />And while my tastes morph and evolve,<br />at the end of the day I am still a sucker for<br />a guitar, a set of drums, and an earnest voice.<br />As a teenager, music was my translator.<br />Old school Goo Goo Dolls and The Smashing Pumpkins<br />and Joy Division and Weezer.<br />And while lately I have gotten ever so tragically<br />indie and cooler-than-thou,<br />the formula remains,<br />along with my fondness for Skin Art.<br /><br />But again, how to translate this fashionably?<br />I've never had trouble altering band t's,<br />or looking like the proper rock star girlfriend<br />(I was one for a while, after all)<br />but 'classy' isn't a word one often prescribes<br />to such looks.<br />More often, one looks as if<br />Hot Topic threw up all over them<br /><br />Then again, Debbie Harry and Patti Smith<br />have never been anything but class.<br />(And Courtney Love is her own form of classy)<br />I've already experimented, as you may have seen,<br />what with my Blondie and my Siouxsie t's.<br />This season, I try in earnest!<br /><br />We start with some boots...<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnUljkZcozU30zVbjX5ECFkXDUj5wU_tDNKnSTjrjoP8aTDQLXBIpA6lAzPe-zVE9Y17TkiNu5bbWpYY5aSkUzvkFowX8oADVymea87Q0zCEw4KvRk4wfQQrxWCI7u9wE1iDuxbQ/s1600-h/090815_1417~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnUljkZcozU30zVbjX5ECFkXDUj5wU_tDNKnSTjrjoP8aTDQLXBIpA6lAzPe-zVE9Y17TkiNu5bbWpYY5aSkUzvkFowX8oADVymea87Q0zCEw4KvRk4wfQQrxWCI7u9wE1iDuxbQ/s400/090815_1417~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374120645604883410" border="0" /></a>Are they not the best things EVER?! :D<br />Forever21, of course.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwalQg5o_88B-vwvkZTMSdZpTrh2zy8hsgnXaoJP9A-x6mgnvJ6g-1vJZZJzuiG7yAeOINWf9fHD5BXSlKGNnH3SDFQp2WKxgaIsiqnWei-VJn9otzSSu2pS9nTQ0Liyrh7cpP6w/s1600-h/090826_1217~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwalQg5o_88B-vwvkZTMSdZpTrh2zy8hsgnXaoJP9A-x6mgnvJ6g-1vJZZJzuiG7yAeOINWf9fHD5BXSlKGNnH3SDFQp2WKxgaIsiqnWei-VJn9otzSSu2pS9nTQ0Liyrh7cpP6w/s400/090826_1217~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374120633867598546" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheSIt0N1eV2Kq-tefBG2Nf1TjTOsJPKQdlzbi9skCMh4CzvW-Kp3lEPlKexhwouLOv3VrIQXeuiI_76kUehrWIYcPBVExCeDEDBJMC8gP3E6TCmG7JUYLhpJYUKh_VYJeHumOuCA/s1600-h/090826_1219~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheSIt0N1eV2Kq-tefBG2Nf1TjTOsJPKQdlzbi9skCMh4CzvW-Kp3lEPlKexhwouLOv3VrIQXeuiI_76kUehrWIYcPBVExCeDEDBJMC8gP3E6TCmG7JUYLhpJYUKh_VYJeHumOuCA/s400/090826_1219~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374120631476865730" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQE5iK8mvpT9r_PkGlZly7YMMjLMa1Dlw0zGrNIWbnlSnJ9PyesC9RcTxuk5YIfaoHi5utR4LnhM-Ot3rJUAndkFeSGgjuW_XONneazBgvauLlseMy_IZY7TYYH4085C-t3OW7DA/s1600-h/090826_1220~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQE5iK8mvpT9r_PkGlZly7YMMjLMa1Dlw0zGrNIWbnlSnJ9PyesC9RcTxuk5YIfaoHi5utR4LnhM-Ot3rJUAndkFeSGgjuW_XONneazBgvauLlseMy_IZY7TYYH4085C-t3OW7DA/s400/090826_1220~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374120623093358146" border="0" /></a>Harry & The Potters T-Shirt.<br />Oh yeah, I wanna wrock ;)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzl1LVKPjPVmE-Qf1LgRIIS2W5Upm8Rj0NGR8_2X80AhDWvpivXLSwLRe-cdeP4AFsRrluYfjayRsx3yt4PsHbA20LrSWLMElw6rqArpcJq4qRwjpk5DjidIz9HAkr0PuhfQFSFw/s1600-h/090826_1221~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzl1LVKPjPVmE-Qf1LgRIIS2W5Upm8Rj0NGR8_2X80AhDWvpivXLSwLRe-cdeP4AFsRrluYfjayRsx3yt4PsHbA20LrSWLMElw6rqArpcJq4qRwjpk5DjidIz9HAkr0PuhfQFSFw/s400/090826_1221~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374120063636672338" border="0" /></a>Faithful military jacket,<br />Maurice's, long ago.<br />Patches include The Wards, LZ, & Bowie.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaFf1Gy2yKw9pBm_vEHE3r5v_E999w9S6gqUQJCppbyIPCRI60S6j_7Vm-7A0lsucRSEOAjv2F-Ocrlyc0Z3cgQBPy45XmKWvYlQVes4r3Rua7elKDtdgTEP308Rpr7JoT9oY6BA/s1600-h/090826_1224~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaFf1Gy2yKw9pBm_vEHE3r5v_E999w9S6gqUQJCppbyIPCRI60S6j_7Vm-7A0lsucRSEOAjv2F-Ocrlyc0Z3cgQBPy45XmKWvYlQVes4r3Rua7elKDtdgTEP308Rpr7JoT9oY6BA/s400/090826_1224~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374120058619347442" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-mHeS9cP4fhY-AD-jZKefPFtxSswy_NU1RQplxqVQuSpdaXwEmTztul0OF_fzI1AXDQ4muKGdBjvozANcWLO2pZ6ZvMmgXerkktIMqQVVgL9tryfDsUa5sfhY0ichpQwzyUsdsA/s1600-h/090826_1225~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-mHeS9cP4fhY-AD-jZKefPFtxSswy_NU1RQplxqVQuSpdaXwEmTztul0OF_fzI1AXDQ4muKGdBjvozANcWLO2pZ6ZvMmgXerkktIMqQVVgL9tryfDsUa5sfhY0ichpQwzyUsdsA/s400/090826_1225~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374120052789339330" border="0" /></a>Can't touch this.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg86P-sgKaQBvq-ExK7ZK4SCZEKj33yd4_sCSOq3p6SxlA8bbiurJBJHqHZqXdwN8rGjiljQXj4k7FbupAqjbGJONO00zDMPdQUD_iJFjJfbXC-8NtpMjMCn8sLr6awztORX5jERA/s1600-h/090826_1233~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg86P-sgKaQBvq-ExK7ZK4SCZEKj33yd4_sCSOq3p6SxlA8bbiurJBJHqHZqXdwN8rGjiljQXj4k7FbupAqjbGJONO00zDMPdQUD_iJFjJfbXC-8NtpMjMCn8sLr6awztORX5jERA/s400/090826_1233~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374120041508431314" border="0" /></a>Demure? Maybe.<br />I would also like to bring to your attention<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tiny Black Shorts: </span><br />just one of the many gifts Japan<br />has given the world.<br />For the girl who likes the fashion-aspect of short skirts,<br />but not the potential skank-aspect!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGy6JxN5DP4an61sv8shwlh_loyrtDRIBjUd2Eve5boAK8kTNyYrio22x3xmhwAm68uYm0DZXa2V4G8mVDPf8qi6X887FoY1ssizNc1jPcbSGutwYwEgELJ3f-dmJPd_RVpe1Skw/s1600-h/090826_1234~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGy6JxN5DP4an61sv8shwlh_loyrtDRIBjUd2Eve5boAK8kTNyYrio22x3xmhwAm68uYm0DZXa2V4G8mVDPf8qi6X887FoY1ssizNc1jPcbSGutwYwEgELJ3f-dmJPd_RVpe1Skw/s400/090826_1234~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374120035588065522" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo9RVVYPu_PYEbIhK8GvqYFR5Z4sGty5DYqYiwHtSX4V85B_C4cH4Pfv_3ngmJIDEBKLoTjnVVPklcRx73FHvH_qp_0ecHjnI_z3ofFEimWBD1nwWBtsCmTur9CvNHIh5rSpvR2w/s1600-h/090826_1234~02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo9RVVYPu_PYEbIhK8GvqYFR5Z4sGty5DYqYiwHtSX4V85B_C4cH4Pfv_3ngmJIDEBKLoTjnVVPklcRx73FHvH_qp_0ecHjnI_z3ofFEimWBD1nwWBtsCmTur9CvNHIh5rSpvR2w/s400/090826_1234~02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374119518017768178" border="0" /></a>Top: JC Penny's, forever ago<br />Skirt & Studded Cinch: Japanese Mall<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgynBXQU8-j_gv39pDzn-zDezYyL3WMgQoLrs3OuUPlfF1WP2rrHgyG-82IJWFRjS4gnCu5yWqilMq1OJExGc9zBKIiLqDgfqT405B3idDMdblhY-H910xS3wvjiKDyUfc1dNfKQ/s1600-h/090826_1235~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgynBXQU8-j_gv39pDzn-zDezYyL3WMgQoLrs3OuUPlfF1WP2rrHgyG-82IJWFRjS4gnCu5yWqilMq1OJExGc9zBKIiLqDgfqT405B3idDMdblhY-H910xS3wvjiKDyUfc1dNfKQ/s400/090826_1235~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374119508454600914" border="0" /></a>Studs came back in force this year,<br />as anyone who follows any blog anywhere knows.<br />This has been a boon to the confused rocker girl!<br />Easily give any outfit that much more edge.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCGK0ZTgHF9gQ7CwQzRV-TvPBtHqgUbazxxpboiulBSulMv20huUfoSwSvJUxVr7SCeoJLAn0h_RvHpBjM8WIZRmadz1ERaretsg4X_m_Edfb3GE3OmHyjxyslDV6sQGzfzf2ong/s1600-h/090826_1240~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCGK0ZTgHF9gQ7CwQzRV-TvPBtHqgUbazxxpboiulBSulMv20huUfoSwSvJUxVr7SCeoJLAn0h_RvHpBjM8WIZRmadz1ERaretsg4X_m_Edfb3GE3OmHyjxyslDV6sQGzfzf2ong/s400/090826_1240~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374119507076830514" border="0" /></a>Denim Mini: Potentially pushing it,<br />as far as the class-factor goes.<br />However, how can you deny SD?<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6TGaDTTCcu1FMjGNE1-Mz7TIAQOev3hqy3ylwLnhZfAkagehaJo_CwOKiOKy_LpMh6XBUF47YgdGrECrPYXoBeMRtBNOxh8GkzP-9fGFCmwITl5VtAcDktJZ-mTUFnf0uEtFLxQ/s1600-h/090826_1242~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6TGaDTTCcu1FMjGNE1-Mz7TIAQOev3hqy3ylwLnhZfAkagehaJo_CwOKiOKy_LpMh6XBUF47YgdGrECrPYXoBeMRtBNOxh8GkzP-9fGFCmwITl5VtAcDktJZ-mTUFnf0uEtFLxQ/s400/090826_1242~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374119496345749314" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdq8rwrCvG8hJLzJao9CDS88Nt1IG9WCtqRjhotFx9UwuEJ5fE0Ss0jbA2cPRfQ0szSEqpKG9ifiVqIRBcA_kckqJfQV3Wi0jH9GEqZLxxe3t6b64Nt8cyC1u2R_Pdha-kTxV5Eg/s1600-h/090826_1241~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdq8rwrCvG8hJLzJao9CDS88Nt1IG9WCtqRjhotFx9UwuEJ5fE0Ss0jbA2cPRfQ0szSEqpKG9ifiVqIRBcA_kckqJfQV3Wi0jH9GEqZLxxe3t6b64Nt8cyC1u2R_Pdha-kTxV5Eg/s400/090826_1241~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374119489819588418" border="0" /></a>Top: Banded Dress, chopped by me.<br />Necklace: Local shop, altered by me.<br />Skirt: Thrifted, chopped by me.<br />Belt: Local shop<br />Social Distortion Hoodie: Gift from galpal.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdeBkO9khDt2ukP2irzXpYfdozxeYTLtPXU7e0c8HoPNSNYwIEgniww2CvBtsj8-97jNnavrFUpPk0xEotQFTgQUkfwGyaKJC6ceiRYZ-WMtoJYzhilso1R2YyyCKNhq6RoxsW9g/s1600-h/090826_1243~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdeBkO9khDt2ukP2irzXpYfdozxeYTLtPXU7e0c8HoPNSNYwIEgniww2CvBtsj8-97jNnavrFUpPk0xEotQFTgQUkfwGyaKJC6ceiRYZ-WMtoJYzhilso1R2YyyCKNhq6RoxsW9g/s400/090826_1243~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374119206680223282" border="0" /></a>Also starring!<br />Guitar Earrings: Japanese mall<br />Lo Sunglasses: Hot Topic, ages ago<br /><br />In creative news,<br />I've eased back into jewelry making,<br />starting with the altering of this darling<br />little charm.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZPqCvrhDabS7PPTgnAUMMp0vPo7OYAXI4HcONJUZKEVYLUsOdfMuV4fy4MO7YzWyAA90T1szVbhJPPOgHqbIdVqOVIMcO_YW_R3yhsVeWw_mvii71Dn9QeCADq1Z-Kg8l6-WVkw/s1600-h/090818_2053~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZPqCvrhDabS7PPTgnAUMMp0vPo7OYAXI4HcONJUZKEVYLUsOdfMuV4fy4MO7YzWyAA90T1szVbhJPPOgHqbIdVqOVIMcO_YW_R3yhsVeWw_mvii71Dn9QeCADq1Z-Kg8l6-WVkw/s400/090818_2053~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374119197019685170" border="0" /></a>This came with a blouse I purchased,<br />and I adored it,<br />however I cannot wear gold.<br />I am a winter through and through,<br />gold looks awful on me.<br />Thus!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCYxjKbsIv7aBv3RNzTmItu2oRe8oaF7vY3fJiIb6mB3FgRw7k9t8LLZkeRjiCMId0CBkpj7305SpeeIfwxAJQ5Jvc8qCrYs4_aNoZi9X1gOuYY-L5-Jk1HdCRKya0zRZl1wcN1g/s1600-h/090818_2100~02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCYxjKbsIv7aBv3RNzTmItu2oRe8oaF7vY3fJiIb6mB3FgRw7k9t8LLZkeRjiCMId0CBkpj7305SpeeIfwxAJQ5Jvc8qCrYs4_aNoZi9X1gOuYY-L5-Jk1HdCRKya0zRZl1wcN1g/s400/090818_2100~02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374119187475460690" border="0" /></a>We engage in a bit of jiggery-pokey...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHE_D7yvEiYOc3ceClo2kjhZxe0XO8pj3gwLB7J2a_Q-UM1c-qerIgc57DCPdui10VAySGMqj58lI8pnR89nlaXSdx7KPMyR5SWeE3-RHND80Tz0eigQL9359Ow88r4vtufsi1A/s1600-h/090818_2100~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHE_D7yvEiYOc3ceClo2kjhZxe0XO8pj3gwLB7J2a_Q-UM1c-qerIgc57DCPdui10VAySGMqj58lI8pnR89nlaXSdx7KPMyR5SWeE3-RHND80Tz0eigQL9359Ow88r4vtufsi1A/s400/090818_2100~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374119179851522722" border="0" /></a>Viola! Silver.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ALX2woc9DpipipXzUtNfPCZz2YbngEPX2iclgYKFrNex9REzCmwm0ciQaO2S89HKGYQI6LbnwGc6zdpWjLMqde73XopOkhyphenhyphenmJ19vrcbe9G8Hoc_5rznBINvklkfSV0nDruSM7w/s1600-h/090818_2106~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ALX2woc9DpipipXzUtNfPCZz2YbngEPX2iclgYKFrNex9REzCmwm0ciQaO2S89HKGYQI6LbnwGc6zdpWjLMqde73XopOkhyphenhyphenmJ19vrcbe9G8Hoc_5rznBINvklkfSV0nDruSM7w/s400/090818_2106~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374119168639408802" border="0" /></a><br />Accomplished: I is it.<br /><br />And while we're at it,<br /><a href="http://www.playlist.com/playlist/17370879755/standalone">Here's a dash of music for you!</a><br />Now, I have some sushi with my name on it.<br /><br />Til Next We Meet,<br />♥,<br />~ Amy<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709697.post-71204438017841679182009-08-24T20:42:00.002+09:002009-08-24T20:43:57.503+09:00Look How They Shine...<div style="text-align: center;"><br />Real entry tomorrow.<br />For now, something strange, hilarious,<br />and also whimsical :D<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0K0e9NIOjmM&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0K0e9NIOjmM&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I have always wanted to hug Beaker.<br /><br /><br />♥,<br />~ Amy<br /><br /></div>losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709697.post-18374236520935154402009-08-19T11:24:00.003+09:002009-08-19T12:31:19.759+09:00I'm Not Beautiful Like You (I'm Beautiful Like Me)<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiffj8CRrygACk3wz7zGw_WP0C6VDxd-XI6vUaMEm9FlqqjTMTeWKd2-oLCqp-T-RQKUlVJtDNbUAvXeOZ4qILz4w_S0OEjhnTRUfv8pAGB6yd327FuYL52liwWsHYcQ1WDllx5TA/s1600-h/Deviant2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiffj8CRrygACk3wz7zGw_WP0C6VDxd-XI6vUaMEm9FlqqjTMTeWKd2-oLCqp-T-RQKUlVJtDNbUAvXeOZ4qILz4w_S0OEjhnTRUfv8pAGB6yd327FuYL52liwWsHYcQ1WDllx5TA/s400/Deviant2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371495935659337554" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">You Are Who You Are Who You Are</span><br /><br />Girls we are, in general, very insecure creatures.<br />Even the most confidant and outspoken of us<br />can give each other shopping lists of what<br />we do not like about our physical appearance,<br />let alone our various quirks and neurosis.<br />We are told to accept and love our bodies as they are,<br />by the same society that tells us<br />we should be a certain size, a certain color, a certain body type.<br /><br />Personally, I think we should all take<br />a more balanced approach.<br />Yes, you are beautiful just as God made you.<br />There's still nothing wrong with making yourself<br />into your very best YOU.<br />Not Sienna, Not Zooey, Not Mary-Kate, YOU.<br /><br />I think we tend to let that shopping list hold us back.<br />Maybe one mean person in your past caused you<br />to look at yourself through warped glasses,<br />and stunted your desire to change,<br />or, worse, made you obsessive<br />in your need to change.<br /><br />I will use myself as the example, gladly,<br />of how to have a balanced outlook<br />between loving who you are,<br />and making yourself look like your best YOU.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGe9H3qwxmlxTAmMRnkm2HOD3Eh6ybzwJ1LnKJYd0VA_UIL6cKxdH1TPVzeLH5FJeJfOgI7gpyB33JXWln9vULblcaWQG7Ks8ZfJ3B4VwRahSmSgEnvS6W8Bc6fno1WWp5borAdg/s1600-h/Ice9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGe9H3qwxmlxTAmMRnkm2HOD3Eh6ybzwJ1LnKJYd0VA_UIL6cKxdH1TPVzeLH5FJeJfOgI7gpyB33JXWln9vULblcaWQG7Ks8ZfJ3B4VwRahSmSgEnvS6W8Bc6fno1WWp5borAdg/s400/Ice9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371495924104157794" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">There Are Things That Can Change</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">My Skin:</span> My face? OILY! I have combination on my face, both oily and easily dried-out. I've never had HORRID acne, but enough to cause me angst, believe me. Worst of all? I have yet to find a solution that works for longer than 3 months. My face builds up an immunity, I swear. But you know what? I DON'T GIVE UP. I keep up a cycle of three facial cleansers, and every now and then I'll try something new. Yes it's annoying, but it works. So I DO IT.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tooth Color:</span> I have very crooked, yellow teeth. I was picked on for them all my life, and for a while, I thought my only solution would be when I got them straightened, whenever that was. Why whiten them, if I was only going to have to put braces on them later, getting them stained all over again? So I dealt with it, until I got sick of it. I want to feel better NOW, so I'll make myself feel better NOW! Crest White Strips are amazing :D I got lazy there for a little while, but am now back on track. SOOOO worth it.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Feet:</span> Probably my most embarrassing problem...I had warts! Horrible ones! After one incident with a public shower sans flip-flops, I became the budding beginnings of <a href="http://www.popfi.com/wp-content/uploads/tree-man-after.jpg">Tree Man.</a> I rarely went barefoot, wore socks to bed with Husbot, it was awful. I thought, with such a profusion, that I would have to wait until I could have a doctor prescribe a cure. WRONG! In a bout of desperation, I purchased Dr. Scholls Freeze-Away. FOUR TREATMENTS LATER, and they were GONE! Poof! I have pretty feet!!! Now I work to keep them moisturized, as I've always had dry skin on my feet, but otherwise? I HAVE PRETTY FEET! I am still jubilant over this. Simple stuff from the pharmacy DOES work most of the time, girls.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lips:</span> Less of a problem than the previous two, but even so, I am allergic to most lip products. I've envied girls who can grab whatever from the store and wear it well. But I've hunkered down and done my homework, and know how to look for hypoallergenic products. I'm always looking for more, if anyone has suggestions! Almay, while wonderful, is only one option.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Eyebrows: </span>Ugh, I've always had thick eyebrows. In highschool I was completely clueless as to how to work with them, as most of us were. When i got my first job, one of the first things I did with y paycheck was get them waxed, and the lady botched them horribly. I've only found one person who did them well, and she lived hours away from me! So what did I do? I taught myself how to pluck my own damn eyebrows the way I like 'em! And save myself 30$+ a month.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Staying In Shape:</span> The easiest, and the hardest. I've always been weak. I've always been easily-winded, under-fed, and prone to getting sick. Since moving to Japan, I have started working out in earnest, hooping daily, and eating healthier (an easy thing to do in this country). The hardest parts are motivation, and resisting the urge to become obsessive, as I was in the past, starving myself in bouts. Having friends to help keep you accountable is invaluable!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The best part about all of these,<br />even if they do not fully solve a problem,<br />they lend you OODLES of confidence in yourself.<br />Find your solutions!<br /></div></div><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWkofX2fWEi1Kzz0AhtWXZitutkraNhqTu-_LbypNxMuyNIHVmP7OhJIc3Y11NGVIOnQnYMzmxi2QKZ1Fwfn0QKOCB55-tIg5uPmMfeof1GuwiMarBYrNUNxWj2nh-taTZ6IKWLA/s1600-h/Ice16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWkofX2fWEi1Kzz0AhtWXZitutkraNhqTu-_LbypNxMuyNIHVmP7OhJIc3Y11NGVIOnQnYMzmxi2QKZ1Fwfn0QKOCB55-tIg5uPmMfeof1GuwiMarBYrNUNxWj2nh-taTZ6IKWLA/s400/Ice16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371495917966161602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">There Are Things You Must Accept</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">My Nose: </span>I despise my big, slightly-bent nose. Some days I feel all enlightened, and know that it is who I am, and that if I have a daughter, she'll likely have it too. What kind of message will I send her, if I change it? Other days, I find myself pricing plastic surgeons and comparing that to our budget plans for the next ten years. Bottom line, though? It's not gonna change tomorrow. I won't be uber-at peace with my body, nor will I have a few grand to drop on some slicin'. IT IS WHAT IT IS, TODAY. I know it is one of those things that is most noticable to me, that other people don't really see it the way I do. This applies to many things about yourself, incidentally! There are plenty of things about my face others find enviable. So suck it up, self. Either way, I'm stuck with this nose for a good while.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My Curves:</span> I know, right? For the record, I do like having a shape. I like having hips, and a chest, especially as the rest of my body gets toned. But we all want what we can't have, and I wish I could be the willowy, lithe girl swathed in whatever designer dress she wants, on whom all styles are flattering. I envy Sienna Miller, I envy Jessica Stam and Cintia Dicker. But I've learned to dress what I have. And I know plenty of girls would kill (or drop good money) to have my cup-size. And hey, I have a husbot who's QUITE happy with my digits. So I pass over the suspenders fad, and enjoy being a classic body type.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Skin Tone:</span> For YEARS I wanted to be able to tan. And while I've learned how to get a little healthy color to my face, I will never be tan. It's just not in my set of genes, despite the bit of Native American in me. I'm far more French. And you know what? That's okay. I keep my skin healthy. Tattoo artists rave about my skin tone as they paint upon me like a perfect white canvas and tell me to never, EVER tan. I'm pale. I like it.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My Height:</span> It's not as if I am all that tall, really. Still, at 5'7, I am already a giant in Japan. Most of my good friends here are very petite, short and tiny. I feel like a giraffe in comparison. And then when I want to put on sky-high heels? Forget it, I feel ten feet tall. But SO WHAT? Especially when I found out that <a href="http://www.fashiontoast.com/">Rumi</a> is the same height I am, I stopped caring. I'll wear them high heels if I want, I'll tower above the masses if I want to! Being singular is nothing to be scared of.<br /><br /><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLERUfAM-RNJNg8jyurRhPhGl6ts-uxdiOIe8NWTJGAp8izP-RQkQmSqTowsMCzHDPcFwfwlkmXVy_rAx4zJoEk55pR6w5Kon_Bvx_vapwy29cp0f_recrDXh-ObE9p233WgJ6-w/s1600-h/Ice13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLERUfAM-RNJNg8jyurRhPhGl6ts-uxdiOIe8NWTJGAp8izP-RQkQmSqTowsMCzHDPcFwfwlkmXVy_rAx4zJoEk55pR6w5Kon_Bvx_vapwy29cp0f_recrDXh-ObE9p233WgJ6-w/s400/Ice13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371495907569050738" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Some Things To Do</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">List What You Love:</span> I love my eyes, I love how big they are and that they are dark. I love my hair and I love my floaty arms. I love my lips! People have told me they envy my lips, and I am happy to have them, in all their plump allergic-to-everything-ness!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Stop Using The Word 'Hate' To Describe Yourself:</span> Sounds fluffy, but it's true! Even when you're talking about the things you don't like, don't use the word hate. You're slowly, subtely killing your own self-esteem.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Think Of All The Other Things That Make You Fabulous & Fascinating:</span> I am a creative person. I spin worlds and see things nobody else does. I'm a grand cook and a deviant lover and I can knit a scarf in a single evening, and so on and so on. Knowing and owning all these wonderful things about yourself adds a spring to your step, a secretive smile to your face, a confidance of the soul. Few things brighten a face like confidance.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Listen To Your Loved Ones:</span> This one is still hard for me. But when someone compliments something about you? Accept it! Thank them! Don't protest. Don't make a face. Especially when it is someone dear to you. This is a person who loves you inside and out and sees every bit of beauty about you. They are TELLING YOU THE TRUTH, even if you don't believe it. And slowly, maybe, by not protesting, you might start to take their words to heart.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Compliment Others:</span> Seeing the beauty in the people around you in your every day life will, I believe, help you see it in yourself. Also, it is just good for the soul, plain and simple. Don't always be looking for the faults in yourself, look for the things that are dazzling in others.<br /><br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs2oKHBaJmwDmbaqoa0agGIELJY32EOEvfH-skbEGHOzq7Nz4QTP_DHraHBjQaGaiOqcpU4EOdKubNwAVyMt3id8isIOTpYbnqSoakqQecbK4dHU7wfyVcQRXwKwNiCeVNe0LExA/s1600-h/Ice14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs2oKHBaJmwDmbaqoa0agGIELJY32EOEvfH-skbEGHOzq7Nz4QTP_DHraHBjQaGaiOqcpU4EOdKubNwAVyMt3id8isIOTpYbnqSoakqQecbK4dHU7wfyVcQRXwKwNiCeVNe0LExA/s400/Ice14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371495897442645762" border="0" /></a>Again, I often fail at these things.<br />But it is good to have them written down,<br />committed to memory.<br />I challenge everyone to do so!<br />What are the things you've changed in yourself?<br />The things you've learned to accept?<br />Do you use different tools to build up your own<br />self esteem?<br />I won't tag any other bloggers, but I think that it<br />would be a wonderful thing to share :D<br /><br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0W25uK-TETU&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0W25uK-TETU&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />'Til Next We Meet,<br />♥,<br />~Amy<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709697.post-44419622968377538922009-08-17T16:14:00.005+09:002009-08-17T16:22:17.434+09:00Beautifulness<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTeRLTIrx8rzVEK3SARPCszNrVJYkafo4MKOUVfJSUVflzwNdyDhUBcGS-a8G1VBS1en6JwuQxsQXzjiOfQoeD7_Q_EpxW75LvphsSnnm01I4FHDokxGiIT5Elol-AKfs_lzZgeQ/s1600-h/Ice8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTeRLTIrx8rzVEK3SARPCszNrVJYkafo4MKOUVfJSUVflzwNdyDhUBcGS-a8G1VBS1en6JwuQxsQXzjiOfQoeD7_Q_EpxW75LvphsSnnm01I4FHDokxGiIT5Elol-AKfs_lzZgeQ/s400/Ice8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370828635603104018" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Beautiful/Funny Words From Beautiful/Funny Women</span></span><br /><br />Because that's always fun!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjawHHYeXzrGOEqVbMFGQJVn6hTDVcxo1pvxLthbVdC7GmMJ6y-2kSVVcHRbz2GX3FtpPJIP6WQB3T_Nj1Lq1cuh4mneYgsCms_hSoHOHq2__QjvWd9TDFA3ESxu6WFEUgOeR9IEA/s1600-h/PG1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjawHHYeXzrGOEqVbMFGQJVn6hTDVcxo1pvxLthbVdC7GmMJ6y-2kSVVcHRbz2GX3FtpPJIP6WQB3T_Nj1Lq1cuh4mneYgsCms_hSoHOHq2__QjvWd9TDFA3ESxu6WFEUgOeR9IEA/s400/PG1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370828630268764802" border="0" /></a>“Some of the most wonderful people<br />are the ones who don't fit into boxes.” ~ Tori Amos<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUKFAeqXNHiYs_KID9KT6QwgMtumBHV0lFXIy5KY6wi0MZp9S0XJcRBvyqty2MJc041ipL3E9KBAmFgZ_PhTIVJ82NoelawaMdMTskc_GXktRXb6boOYNOPANYaPr_gbRedP8hew/s1600-h/PG2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUKFAeqXNHiYs_KID9KT6QwgMtumBHV0lFXIy5KY6wi0MZp9S0XJcRBvyqty2MJc041ipL3E9KBAmFgZ_PhTIVJ82NoelawaMdMTskc_GXktRXb6boOYNOPANYaPr_gbRedP8hew/s400/PG2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370828614589892594" border="0" /></a><br />“If you have no time for anything else, put on a little blush.<br />It gives you an easy glow.” ~ Estee Lauder<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV4s1EbANMOeP0wgHyXBueUnDF3_X8vCpOSd-32MIOu8bX2HchTrKs_QD0T9Wls2rAMpi06MyStHaBI5BkxoBh13j7bS3b9_h96LZyzxuncdwdntpWBfCPzpnqQGAsT5WmBihmew/s1600-h/PG3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV4s1EbANMOeP0wgHyXBueUnDF3_X8vCpOSd-32MIOu8bX2HchTrKs_QD0T9Wls2rAMpi06MyStHaBI5BkxoBh13j7bS3b9_h96LZyzxuncdwdntpWBfCPzpnqQGAsT5WmBihmew/s400/PG3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370828030274129826" border="0" /></a>"It's a form of escapism, isn't it, to delve into your imagination? But it's also a divine kind of freedom: inside your mind is somewhere where you have total freedom, which no one can take away. If you go through painful events, or you find it hard to live, you have a greater desire to create something in your mind that's more beautiful."<br /> ~ Natasha Khan<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG68tnYugz8ceMjSJJMXAgVr4WGcPEx_1vNtjmlP4IQnObWaAtNgvgKR9BNlrdNniDqznsCDLCbv1Er6c1ovYU8MtjexEotafPwEwSOdSy3nrPRcSCNKltMt-SuMcmPmSdXF4x9Q/s1600-h/PG4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG68tnYugz8ceMjSJJMXAgVr4WGcPEx_1vNtjmlP4IQnObWaAtNgvgKR9BNlrdNniDqznsCDLCbv1Er6c1ovYU8MtjexEotafPwEwSOdSy3nrPRcSCNKltMt-SuMcmPmSdXF4x9Q/s400/PG4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370828024288010210" border="0" /></a>“Oh my god, girls, wash your makeup brushes!”<br /> ~ Scarlett Johansson<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_v_nXztmn-YJ0BT1hZpULkGFaRFeZvXhcM9RanlamSfGb0HD5lnPsvxAJRNBmodv9XLqOW1HWnd-VwPaQielTFuxK3Fyb4ZDIRGEqF4Hgjg7MKd2HyTwXmUZImLkChMGQ8C4mdA/s1600-h/PG5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_v_nXztmn-YJ0BT1hZpULkGFaRFeZvXhcM9RanlamSfGb0HD5lnPsvxAJRNBmodv9XLqOW1HWnd-VwPaQielTFuxK3Fyb4ZDIRGEqF4Hgjg7MKd2HyTwXmUZImLkChMGQ8C4mdA/s400/PG5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370828012074876146" border="0" /></a>“Maybe you don't like your job, maybe you didn't get enough sleep, well nobody likes their job, nobody got enough sleep. Maybe you just had the worst day of your life, but you know, there's no escape, there's no excuse, so just suck up and be nice.”<br /> ~ Ani DiFranco<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPOQjlzqDMKac8qC9sC8XnGie8JKCf5UXekM05eBAMJdokCfWErN-79BP59ea48hEZ2Lr0LgJJpsPWfqJPzTkl7gW6RDmqYis3f-cjD7AatiaimZzLsMTGFweHiGEUoE5HnqypdQ/s1600-h/PG6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPOQjlzqDMKac8qC9sC8XnGie8JKCf5UXekM05eBAMJdokCfWErN-79BP59ea48hEZ2Lr0LgJJpsPWfqJPzTkl7gW6RDmqYis3f-cjD7AatiaimZzLsMTGFweHiGEUoE5HnqypdQ/s400/PG6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370828007649282466" border="0" /></a>"Just like any woman,...we weave our stories out of our bodies. Some of us through our children, or our art; some do it just by living. It's all the same."<br />~ Francesca Lia Block<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHAWWGqFPRoPD9p3bW-n04FzK3SrJtv-n1eZ0xdh_Lkg-qqAooak77EEIcrtzoWUCiHc-xhw1LaTRvyRmHad3poqkTQvKql7oyNsFb8vY96_NR1G3Aedj97DXk5anPm3_p36vqRg/s1600-h/PG7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHAWWGqFPRoPD9p3bW-n04FzK3SrJtv-n1eZ0xdh_Lkg-qqAooak77EEIcrtzoWUCiHc-xhw1LaTRvyRmHad3poqkTQvKql7oyNsFb8vY96_NR1G3Aedj97DXk5anPm3_p36vqRg/s400/PG7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370827991549431314" border="0" /></a><br />“I am not interested in money. I just want to be wonderful.”<br /> ~ Marilyn Monroe<br /><br /><br /><br />♥,<br />~ Amy<br /><br /><br /></div>losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709697.post-77232548952829166682009-08-13T18:37:00.002+09:002009-08-13T19:04:44.361+09:00Pearl's Dream<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh7qePXJVk3ynPt2O_E_cBPK_G77NO-RAQeFGRgdj_yxxJwrk8Lt1iQELjhMVP5E5xjbRJoWQkwcXD1m0BERxVWIdpx3ID9-o6DzwwA-lRD3iNXDgEoayn4YSA4xrg3kIFkcuqiA/s1600-h/Ice7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh7qePXJVk3ynPt2O_E_cBPK_G77NO-RAQeFGRgdj_yxxJwrk8Lt1iQELjhMVP5E5xjbRJoWQkwcXD1m0BERxVWIdpx3ID9-o6DzwwA-lRD3iNXDgEoayn4YSA4xrg3kIFkcuqiA/s400/Ice7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369381025097091154" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >There's a place I must go<br />There's a place I must go<br />It's not a place I have seen<br />But I’ll get there in a blue dream</span>...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjveorxmZY4bCqnMJeBpF9ZwdUXx25nDkQ9_Q1YK3lCMyeWzjwk5hFTq9gFxBOmhi9p44nMBI1rkAbIqiKgo1brqloM1O8ED3QNVpuPsE7uq6hlHXl7vt2YnCE5HjkjsiVRt_u0aA/s1600-h/ice12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjveorxmZY4bCqnMJeBpF9ZwdUXx25nDkQ9_Q1YK3lCMyeWzjwk5hFTq9gFxBOmhi9p44nMBI1rkAbIqiKgo1brqloM1O8ED3QNVpuPsE7uq6hlHXl7vt2YnCE5HjkjsiVRt_u0aA/s400/ice12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369381012279318914" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Down the ocean road<br />Past a sign that says 'Good Love Town'<br />Into a darkness where the stars do drown<br />But a star in me needs to be free</span>...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl1Vzhk7OhwpnmzlXEe4ARJ4ado3HIvLFaaIFI0-uutIBFhzIFPvF2cdMf2J1usTekxwpfmJH47iM62-G-q7RTNx99V5XweONsN3l6_nGQwE8E97ounoRiYiR6uHodnREKGEJ-ww/s1600-h/Ice3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl1Vzhk7OhwpnmzlXEe4ARJ4ado3HIvLFaaIFI0-uutIBFhzIFPvF2cdMf2J1usTekxwpfmJH47iM62-G-q7RTNx99V5XweONsN3l6_nGQwE8E97ounoRiYiR6uHodnREKGEJ-ww/s400/Ice3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369381007388232498" border="0" /></a><br />So I'm a little under the weather.<br />I had a wonderful rock-themed entry<br />that I've been wanting to do for a while, alas,<br />the idea of running around putting on clothes<br />is currently as appealing to me as<br />walking outside in this humid,<br />earthquake-ridden summer heat.<br />But it shall be saved,<br />as I have been plotting an entry on<br />how to fashionably pull off<br />Rocker Chick Chic<br />for a good while now.<br />I will, after all, always be at heart,<br />The Girl At The Rock Show.<br /><br />Anyways, a short little entry of substance!<br />I've gotten back into the swing of polyvore,<br />and I am ever so pleased that I have.<br />Autumn is coming soon,<br />(not soon enough for my boiling New Englander blood)<br />So here is a recap of the summer's<br />personal trends,<br />and those to come in the future!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/summer_in_city/set?.mid=embed&id=11207414"><img alt="Summer In The City" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnZQNk83a0dIM2hHZHhySnFEMUtWaHcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Summer In The City" border="0" width="400" height="400" /></a><br /><small><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/summer_in_city/set?.mid=embed&id=11207414">Summer In The City</a> by <a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&id=236524">Leanan Sidhe</a> featuring <a href="http://www.polyvore.com/forever21/shop?brand=Forever21">Forever21</a></small></div><br /><br />I am not a summer-dresser.<br />Thus, there were a lot of new items in my closet.<br />Shorts returned after a long absense,<br />and more age-appropriate graphics.<br />(Star Wars, of course, knows no age)<br />Bright color is my friend now, huzzah!<br />Those studded Forever21 flipflops are of the gods.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/fall_winter_in_kyoto/set?.mid=embed&id=11208218"><img alt="Fall/Winter in Kyoto" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlRyQ3lkRXFIM2hHS1NET2N2cWJjTVEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Fall/Winter in Kyoto" border="0" width="400" height="400" /></a><br /><small><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/fall_winter_in_kyoto/set?.mid=embed&id=11208218">Fall/Winter in Kyoto</a> by <a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&id=236524">Leanan Sidhe</a> featuring <a href="http://www.polyvore.com/dorothy_perkins/shop?brand=Dorothy+Perkins&category_id=2">Dorothy Perkins</a></small></div><br /><br />Fall, of course, is another story entirely!<br />I shall not have to buy nearly as many new items,<br />as I keep the classic lines in my closet always.<br />Which is wise, I think, as trends come and go,<br />and thanks to Forever21 can suppliment cheaply.<br />Tweed skirts and denim are forever!<br />I can't wait for those boots to arrive in the mail,<br />squee!<br />My faithful black military jacket cannot<br />wait to leave the closet.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/makeup/set?.mid=embed&id=11237318"><img alt="Makeup" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlhyMDFOT19IM2hHN2hwMVdOM2gySlEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Makeup" border="0" width="400" height="400" /></a><br /><small><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/makeup/set?.mid=embed&id=11237318">Makeup</a> by <a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&id=236524">Leanan Sidhe</a> on <a href="http://www.polyvore.com/">Polyvore.com</a></small></div><br /></span><br />Aaand my current face!<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;">Lash Blast: Totally lives up to all the hype.<br />I have learned to not fear color on my eyes,<br />and have recently ordered some dazzling colors<br />from <a href="http://limecrimemakeup.com/">Lime Crime</a>.<br />I do whatever Gala tells me too :D<br />I use clear mascara to set my eyebrows,<br />and have discovered the wonder that is<br />liquid eyeliner. Oh my gawd, use it!<br />Those aren't my brushes, but I have a similar set.<br />I cannot stress how much nicer shadows,<br />concealer, etc. go on when using a proper brush!<br />Just remember to shampoo them gently once a week!<br /><br /><br />All right, enough foofera!<br />I must go medicate myself and curl up on the couch<br />watching Project Runway.<br /><br />Next Entry,<br />how to be the classy rocker chick :D<br /><br />Until then, Trailer!<br />The Imaginarium Of Doctor Parnassus!<br />For those unaware, Heath Ledger's last film.<br />After his death, Collin Farrel, Jude Law, and<br />Johnny Depp stepped in to complete his scenes,<br />and donated all of their salaries to Heath's daughter,<br />Mathilda.<br />It looks just as beautiful as it should.<br /><br /><object width="450" height="311"><param name="movie" value="http://www.traileraddict.com/emd/13094"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.traileraddict.com/emd/13094" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="450" height="311"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />'Til Next We Meet,<br />♥,<br />~ Amy<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div></div>losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709697.post-38900756757391010752009-08-04T17:00:00.007+09:002009-08-04T17:26:14.770+09:00Build A Ladder To The Sky...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHYADsiAfpZb3M5txnGkBKO41eS3cd3sanSA1BKrdZL1iJOdZIM4dPSNoYrkuS-edWZIeE0-ZiuFldUP7FOAFsfgWnSeI1G-iXswNrUTi5YXo0aKwfHNjfbpMc5-f_I3_zij6t8Q/s1600-h/Grey4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHYADsiAfpZb3M5txnGkBKO41eS3cd3sanSA1BKrdZL1iJOdZIM4dPSNoYrkuS-edWZIeE0-ZiuFldUP7FOAFsfgWnSeI1G-iXswNrUTi5YXo0aKwfHNjfbpMc5-f_I3_zij6t8Q/s400/Grey4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366017101913563746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">(from <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53537358@N00/3034694587/">flickr</a></span><span style="font-size:78%;">)</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Pastels & Beautifully Delusional Women</span><br /><br />This week looks to be a nice one.<br />I'm working out harder,<br />I'm feeling creative again,<br />And I feel like I want to make things again,<br />which is always a goodly thing!<br />Hopefully I'll have some jewelry made soon.<br /><br />For now, frillies!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOu3Eg5U3ZQ9NqVfmN9J_GBGfjaxnBCJqtPJXN9BB43ciY5xjoYZaNDG2jxcM5PZ8H92xIIBO-tl52-JmRTcuR_asOsUw4WDlh4RJkJhQQYEikCnnA_JtXXeFNElEqaPt6AY_zQg/s1600-h/Grey3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOu3Eg5U3ZQ9NqVfmN9J_GBGfjaxnBCJqtPJXN9BB43ciY5xjoYZaNDG2jxcM5PZ8H92xIIBO-tl52-JmRTcuR_asOsUw4WDlh4RJkJhQQYEikCnnA_JtXXeFNElEqaPt6AY_zQg/s400/Grey3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366017092630259442" border="0" /></a>This HBO film was brought to my attention as something I HAD to see in two ways! First, I read a rather fascinating article in Elle about the plot and the fabulous fashions contained within. Also, one of my closest friends here in Japan is the niece of Vivian Baker, who did all of Drew Barrymore’s makeup and prosthetics, and who happens to be up for two Emmy Awards thanks to this flick! So we had to have a viewing/pajama party when I bought the DVD, obviously.<br /><br />Grey Gardens tells the story of Edith Bouvier Beale (Jessica Lange) and her daughter, also named Edith (Drew Barrymore)…Big Edie and Little Edie, respectively…the aunt and first cousin of Jackie Onassis. The film flashes back and forth between the days of Little Edie’s youth, when she was a stylish, wealthy debutante, and the late 70’s, when she and her mother are living in poverty in the crumbling remains of the family summer home, Grey Gardens. We see, over the course of the film, what brought them to this place, and what ultimately becomes of them.<br /><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcr-v8rl_Ei3S0dsU4hPvEGInJwn60kL4MMGdX4Vr9YgPqbWeHqKG5tGUAXjxOaFnxB-rEZmAqEvGF-Mcyex_JDlxW35WzO3tAXcX-1V0d27OTyUFW4HCIXQcehjndi5R__IRwNg/s1600-h/Grey1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcr-v8rl_Ei3S0dsU4hPvEGInJwn60kL4MMGdX4Vr9YgPqbWeHqKG5tGUAXjxOaFnxB-rEZmAqEvGF-Mcyex_JDlxW35WzO3tAXcX-1V0d27OTyUFW4HCIXQcehjndi5R__IRwNg/s400/Grey1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366017088230724930" border="0" /></a>After failing to make something of her art and the failure of her marriage, Big Edie retreats from society, hiding herself away in her house. After her first great heartbreak at the hands of a married man (when she knew she should have known better) and the return of her embarrassing alopecia (which causes ALL of Drew Barrymore’s hair to fall out), Little Edie allows herself to be dragged along into reclusion with her mother. The trust fund slowly runs out, the house begins to decay, the cats take over, and it isn’t until the Health Department raids the place that Jackie finds out exactly what has happened to her favorite cousin.<br /><br />The themes of the film are, frankly, lovely. The complicated relationship between all mothers and daughters is illustrated in this drastic and unhealthy example, as well as what happens when we let fear and past failures get the better of us…again, in a very drastic way. Visually, it’s lovely as well! Even in their poverty, the Edies were known for being extremely stylish and avant-garde, and both actresses portray them brilliantly, as women who won’t admit that their lives have taken a downturn. And oh my lawd, Vivian definitely earned those Emmy nods. Drew looks drastically different, but not as if she even HAS a prosthetic on, which she does for the entire film. Later on, with her hair all having fallen out and her face covered in age spots, you catch yourself thinking she’s really let herself go. And the difference between young Jessica Lange and elderly Jessica Lange will take your breath away.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt6tDw1JUNlW83WYnkF1PXVEgwmV9lr1YA7NJtV7IGq7vQp5-sYqSdkI0de5fU4VsDzr9rmnG2DC59R7qfau52lK3tXKwM6E-gqI-DU45JNQmLAymVEh79-A63yS2PYa9J9A5cCg/s1600-h/Grey2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt6tDw1JUNlW83WYnkF1PXVEgwmV9lr1YA7NJtV7IGq7vQp5-sYqSdkI0de5fU4VsDzr9rmnG2DC59R7qfau52lK3tXKwM6E-gqI-DU45JNQmLAymVEh79-A63yS2PYa9J9A5cCg/s400/Grey2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366017077564007234" border="0" /></a> The film has a pleasantly happy ending, of a sort, with Little Edie finally overcoming her selfish fear of the world for the last few decades of her life, and you’re cheering for her. This film could be a downer for some, but overall, it speaks to the heart. We’ll be having another party Emmy Night, keep your fingers crossed for Vivian Baker!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />~~~<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bat For Lashes released her newest video,<br />for one of my very favorite songs off of<br />Two Suns.<br />Oh Natasha Khan, you are so weird!<br />I love it! And because I do,<br />you all get to see it as well ;)<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1vtr9fXdg8&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1vtr9fXdg8&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />~~~<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wardrobe Project!</span><br /><br />I give you the many faces of girly.<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv30dlfGvgVOKLmawbMY9DfSazJaecZJumrd0QNKPSl_0Hp9AlCPoIOz-zCq0tfTifmEg1pqwK4v2IJ7nLqEbj_lwdGfApRoanvFXRymwEOowgskLs0edV1745y9psgRVrnClHEw/s1600-h/090804_1518~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqD-u538Bp83jL8Cs3v4BSicn-jIbsd3Z1xLhE1NF_eElmcGFQbqGJQmZPUV302ZgYlYx8d4pEf55jTnH_qX5WF2yAEhoa_FEBknhLRQV3misIMEqrf9HCI-TJdq7XYGz2vUvaXg/s400/090804_1557~02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366016695647708978" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGYg0ejV14istaR_cPdGLtp-o35pRIjwpi9Q7B7K5TbVbPyzruyk68Uy6joewqDZFrpP2_yHwsBJ9WJ7pE0iPG04YFauH7z7uRFrqogc60-YXA_H7EmK4XscgcF1VSMEJ1BBvAJQ/s1600-h/090804_1554~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGYg0ejV14istaR_cPdGLtp-o35pRIjwpi9Q7B7K5TbVbPyzruyk68Uy6joewqDZFrpP2_yHwsBJ9WJ7pE0iPG04YFauH7z7uRFrqogc60-YXA_H7EmK4XscgcF1VSMEJ1BBvAJQ/s400/090804_1554~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366016698686334882" border="0" /></a>Super-Girly!<br />I'm rather enamored of these shoes.<br />The bow, while not suitable for<br />all occasions, makes my short hair happy.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjsfA6p8BT5rJRJJ8-NPBhB1AQX6pxwbbSn9cGoQVBYO7qadHrFMW-GaCFd94Kn09W9s7FlqqbTTQZ4EINjr-h0C1HQzqBAIHnYBmGNzvUYj_Fdf-yb9CXJgk1MzkW6y0miOzq2Q/s1600-h/090804_1555~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjsfA6p8BT5rJRJJ8-NPBhB1AQX6pxwbbSn9cGoQVBYO7qadHrFMW-GaCFd94Kn09W9s7FlqqbTTQZ4EINjr-h0C1HQzqBAIHnYBmGNzvUYj_Fdf-yb9CXJgk1MzkW6y0miOzq2Q/s400/090804_1555~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366016691939323730" border="0" /></a>Headband, Shoes, Top, Skirt: Japanese Mall<br />Necklace: Made By Moi<br />White Stockings: K-Mart :D<br />Belt: Old Navy<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOn0EFwPMVrjoiTaV-bI6GraHNiiwRkN3hM0f3OG5poiGl3QqRK0v-6AVth_JvCUzZ-PLasfqTeoOwinvFEoUviIHQs4vHPznMfO91GStiOgdt06AOUVKZ9VF4zdA-a4StDArTRg/s1600-h/090804_1556~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOn0EFwPMVrjoiTaV-bI6GraHNiiwRkN3hM0f3OG5poiGl3QqRK0v-6AVth_JvCUzZ-PLasfqTeoOwinvFEoUviIHQs4vHPznMfO91GStiOgdt06AOUVKZ9VF4zdA-a4StDArTRg/s400/090804_1556~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366016693752267410" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD2IDGZyItuXYmxGWjyvZ5x-py2uZAQLF57nOZFclvX3At6T18sZ_X7LIMOGrgq17jN9UDFlz9dLcaiEiRzq5blEirxtU-BpR9qodJr7Mnhvbc1ZpTxZ7XtqhI7XOKcgSsETA3pw/s1600-h/090804_1555~02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD2IDGZyItuXYmxGWjyvZ5x-py2uZAQLF57nOZFclvX3At6T18sZ_X7LIMOGrgq17jN9UDFlz9dLcaiEiRzq5blEirxtU-BpR9qodJr7Mnhvbc1ZpTxZ7XtqhI7XOKcgSsETA3pw/s400/090804_1555~02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366016373217937058" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh51cL4GW0KcMzHZQ9BkV0wOA7vZTbuAT9hknGmpJC9pTD53H1O_m2jnSc7jSrkwcykAOgHBLLK4O9UQoMjJaoT5QWHlbp3iLS83i4R_O5BQXYsodPneCqVpwwMiCwzeN_IG2sNFQ/s1600-h/090804_1517~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh51cL4GW0KcMzHZQ9BkV0wOA7vZTbuAT9hknGmpJC9pTD53H1O_m2jnSc7jSrkwcykAOgHBLLK4O9UQoMjJaoT5QWHlbp3iLS83i4R_O5BQXYsodPneCqVpwwMiCwzeN_IG2sNFQ/s400/090804_1517~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366016371294701394" border="0" /></a>Many new clips!<br />I am prepping for when my hair<br />is once more blue.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtJwOY00FJxiwZVb6pcxJ7WbmmLhFB6jRkMZofAakmdy9FuGpkmYbRrYoh5RE-aKlkzHmjreDRpXeJyKDd9DbAnF63TgjxFxS_aGGOPFBup77xAmjCsZDMmzrWGT0L8saQI3o0Ng/s1600-h/090804_1605~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtJwOY00FJxiwZVb6pcxJ7WbmmLhFB6jRkMZofAakmdy9FuGpkmYbRrYoh5RE-aKlkzHmjreDRpXeJyKDd9DbAnF63TgjxFxS_aGGOPFBup77xAmjCsZDMmzrWGT0L8saQI3o0Ng/s400/090804_1605~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366016364889887826" border="0" /></a>Sunday Girly!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC76uat0sAc5Y5U535LnfyDa2MODwXTY0jHWii8RYfwxHdhkEOJHSn3aGC7CkdPUOt6cp8uIL0oRKjmKGNnGKs-4dva7TUJuyahYDqfNPu5nL2v2DvDYN5OBtXhGZYfc2fzOiDcg/s1600-h/090804_1605~02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC76uat0sAc5Y5U535LnfyDa2MODwXTY0jHWii8RYfwxHdhkEOJHSn3aGC7CkdPUOt6cp8uIL0oRKjmKGNnGKs-4dva7TUJuyahYDqfNPu5nL2v2DvDYN5OBtXhGZYfc2fzOiDcg/s400/090804_1605~02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366016360977882754" border="0" /></a>Top, Skirt: Forever21<br />Camisole: Maurice's<br />Stockings: K-Mart<br />Steve Madden Shoes: Payless<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPnWbyyO_S6gKZpt1ZHOt6xLzDickVUd0d7CPSfLyw3Yn__mDQ80vZzVldBfXq1Mdn3HOr9ZTnEqmtr8muAZ2bUhQpCIm0xG1uAEEw5ypbXC1RKdn5OuhNqxL9yXZa02Qngam62w/s1600-h/090804_1606~02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPnWbyyO_S6gKZpt1ZHOt6xLzDickVUd0d7CPSfLyw3Yn__mDQ80vZzVldBfXq1Mdn3HOr9ZTnEqmtr8muAZ2bUhQpCIm0xG1uAEEw5ypbXC1RKdn5OuhNqxL9yXZa02Qngam62w/s400/090804_1606~02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366016354736251442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5PA9Z_0kz4Wj9rIJI3EPzMOPP7vYE0Z7T5OOzHpbDUnO_2Y-Af0EisgC8z3eC0YeeoZtyjs6cLc5v-AXecKkK3sWVfv7FdyN7senSsFlIXG4o7_sKiR3V07wIYjErbdcAKKq1ZA/s1600-h/090804_1612~02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5PA9Z_0kz4Wj9rIJI3EPzMOPP7vYE0Z7T5OOzHpbDUnO_2Y-Af0EisgC8z3eC0YeeoZtyjs6cLc5v-AXecKkK3sWVfv7FdyN7senSsFlIXG4o7_sKiR3V07wIYjErbdcAKKq1ZA/s400/090804_1612~02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366015834120570114" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ_Yg2KCIV3bmN5D-HkfNJD-GFkXfFezmr3agzdLU05Ec1dAypPAfIqLcYxD7n4_NDQ6Mda74b9eaFtoMftMjAJ58d4vxutoZzX85LLGZ-PiroZLuicg0LNUww47JyEKvbeq8UmA/s1600-h/090804_1610~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ_Yg2KCIV3bmN5D-HkfNJD-GFkXfFezmr3agzdLU05Ec1dAypPAfIqLcYxD7n4_NDQ6Mda74b9eaFtoMftMjAJ58d4vxutoZzX85LLGZ-PiroZLuicg0LNUww47JyEKvbeq8UmA/s400/090804_1610~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366015833953514530" border="0" /></a>Is this red giraffe-print not DIVINE?!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU_O_u_BMc10QlVJ3wwm_IzlZozejzZh_7U53Mzlt8eXufmIAZKg_xbYQrBF4VyGOVMT5kGGQEVuhdMacjgWIsDRKjekvLrHcqE9pVDm0dgsTbTumt_Fr5V3dxJaooD9d8G0HrhA/s1600-h/090804_1515~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU_O_u_BMc10QlVJ3wwm_IzlZozejzZh_7U53Mzlt8eXufmIAZKg_xbYQrBF4VyGOVMT5kGGQEVuhdMacjgWIsDRKjekvLrHcqE9pVDm0dgsTbTumt_Fr5V3dxJaooD9d8G0HrhA/s400/090804_1515~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366015831277351410" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO0SbljzIpxGoJsYZ9_M833rFNpx2Mxd0X4uC4PdEA49GHih19UYtZGD-dNqg_ntqZN-2E5Ze8549qi7Vpi3LXwaKIEvOPPUtFMVvnTEwKJoVofDUdC3l9eVh7DhW5Mezx6lsKsA/s1600-h/090804_1611~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO0SbljzIpxGoJsYZ9_M833rFNpx2Mxd0X4uC4PdEA49GHih19UYtZGD-dNqg_ntqZN-2E5Ze8549qi7Vpi3LXwaKIEvOPPUtFMVvnTEwKJoVofDUdC3l9eVh7DhW5Mezx6lsKsA/s400/090804_1611~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366015824535838818" border="0" /></a>Daily Girly!<br />Top, Skinny Jeans: Forever21<br />Shoes, AWESOME Red Bag: Japanese Mall<br />Hello Kitty Headband: Plato's Closet<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyuagnV6LpV1sYiYfa08vjz-b4XTTlCHvyTkVreTfAaGsHwM3aD0Dd4uTi1wzLU-V0HZgrQS5WQ4LChQ5-bkqYWePMM7PStDFnlP-Ao09s6ZIllg8MLuIXb3CT8qCEpjtY-Vh3vQ/s1600-h/090804_1612~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyuagnV6LpV1sYiYfa08vjz-b4XTTlCHvyTkVreTfAaGsHwM3aD0Dd4uTi1wzLU-V0HZgrQS5WQ4LChQ5-bkqYWePMM7PStDFnlP-Ao09s6ZIllg8MLuIXb3CT8qCEpjtY-Vh3vQ/s400/090804_1612~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366015820543688066" border="0" /></a><br />Oh hai <.<<br /><br /><br />Next time, I hope to have some new<br />jewelry made to show off!<br />I've already started knitting again,<br />oh the domestic joys!<br /><br />'Til Next We Meet,<br />♥,<br />~Amy<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709697.post-14999432953404417872009-07-30T21:05:00.005+09:002009-07-30T21:25:28.566+09:00A Deplorable Lack of Natural Light<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2JPE9ZlA9Y4YBhIMtfkryGU6In-KA2KwZlfadQCtRv8L72q51mL3BKp8w4TF1QEHmQn-X-zM8Tqv1VAMBmImJRP1bEVfMNs48HZjVLmHpwc5ig1Ej0o3BkWlYlAN18C6krgsxsQ/s1600-h/Cuttery.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2JPE9ZlA9Y4YBhIMtfkryGU6In-KA2KwZlfadQCtRv8L72q51mL3BKp8w4TF1QEHmQn-X-zM8Tqv1VAMBmImJRP1bEVfMNs48HZjVLmHpwc5ig1Ej0o3BkWlYlAN18C6krgsxsQ/s400/Cuttery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364224826695627154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Of Cuttery & Skinnies & Surveys</span><br /><br />Does it weird anyone else out, that we go about<br />with inches upon inches of dead STUFF hanging<br />off of the back of our heads?<br />I find it delightfully macabre, if I think about it<br />for too long :D<br /><br />SO!<br />It's been a few days of returning to form.<br />The hair has been chopped off!<br />And I have once again braved the Skinny Jean.<br />But before you get to see those pictures,<br />here, have a survey I stole from<br /><a href="http://www.mermaidinamanhole.com/">My new favorite Mermaid</a>!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyZzG4bw5xY1WsLvGaUiQZ9ZlxwCaljvwVZpENx-wONQT0Tlu-gYCotBCGJPfmjDow0tT182XwUZTgj7A_0GuHE20JfGTD5MCbD7zuS461uqVyfr-u7nrUWssAaAYPLHHp5hCpbA/s1600-h/Red3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyZzG4bw5xY1WsLvGaUiQZ9ZlxwCaljvwVZpENx-wONQT0Tlu-gYCotBCGJPfmjDow0tT182XwUZTgj7A_0GuHE20JfGTD5MCbD7zuS461uqVyfr-u7nrUWssAaAYPLHHp5hCpbA/s400/Red3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364224823095071154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Who’s your favourite designer?</span><br />I have many! Betsy Johnson, Alexander McQueen, Tarina Tarantino, any of my friends who are good with a needle ;)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. If you had to move out of the country you are living in now, where would you choose to live?</span><br />But…I like Japan! Oh fine, England I suppose. Or Australia.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Do any of your friends blog?</span><br />A few people I know IRL do. They are listed to your right.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. What is the scariest thing you have ever done?</span><br />Hmm. See, I seek out things that will scare me, so I do not know. There are emotional scares, phobia scares, adrenaline scares…jumping off a cliff is pretty high up there, though, even if there was water at the bottom.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. What hair products do you use?</span><br />Garnier Fructis shampoo & conditioner, followed by John Freda anti-frizz serum, and heat-guard if I flat-iron.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Would you rather be in a submarine by yourself for six months or in a rocket ship in space with your best friend for a year?</span><br />Oh god, I dunno. Probably rocket ship, because even if Dena and I kill each other after month 11, we’d get to float and I am WAY too claustrophobic for a sub.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Would you rather be a model in Paris or a musician in Barcelona?</span><br />Musician in Barcelona, even though I have very little musical talent. If I could be magically given some, than yes. If it were with the talents I currently possess, then model.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Would you rather be an artist in San Francisco or a dancer in New York?</span><br />Same criteria. Dancer if I suddenly have talent, artist otherwise…I love New York far more than California.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. Would you go back and change anything in your life?</span><br />Not as many as people would assume, they made me who I am. There are a few moments that could have been avoided, though, mostly ones that greatly hurt other people.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Do you have a job? If so, where? And do you like it?</span><br />Not currently. Unless you count Being Fabulous, in which case, I LOVE it.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11. Are your friends fashionable?</span><br />A fair few of them are, I think! Dena, Kater and I are pretty damn hip and with it.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">12. Why did you decide to start this blog?</span><br />In the current incarnation? Because I liked cataloguing my adventures, sans most of the personal life. Also for the purposes of Wardrobe Project.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">13. When did you start this blog?</span><br />I originally started it in September of 2006, and kept it until early 2009, at which point I cleaned out all the emo crap and started anew, with new goals.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">14. Did you or do you make any of your clothes yourself?</span><br />I am awesome at altering tshirts into something flattering. I’ve started venturing out into other avenues again lately too. I also knit a lot, and make most of my own jewelry.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">15. If you could be anyone for a day who would it be?</span><br />Amanda Palmer, depending on the day ;)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">16. What’s your favourite highstreet shop?</span><br />That’s a tough one, seeing as if I want to spend lots of money, I’ll go to an independently owned boutique.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">17. If you could live anywhere in the whole world, where would it be?</span><br />After here, probably either NYC or the middle of nowhere, Ireland. I am only comfy in jam-packed cities, or the open country. The in-between places, without tall buildings or tall mountains, make me depressed.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">18. What’s the one thing you regret not doing most?</span><br />Hmm. Happily, I do not have many of those. I regret not pushing myself further in school, in general.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">19. Favourite colour?</span><br />Black.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">20. What’s your perfect summer outfit?</span><br />Swishy skirt, fun/weird/band top, heels, shades.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">21. Who’s your favourite radio DJ?</span><br />No radio in my life, happily.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">22. Can you play any instruments?</span><br />Piano a little.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">23. What colour is your toothbrush?</span><br />White and purple.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">24. Best and worst thing about blogging?</span><br />Best: Having an outlet to express my more creative sides, fashion-minded sides, etc. By showing myself as I really am from those angles, I make connections with people from all over the place! A connection of souls, for a girl who had so few kindreds in the past, is welcome in any form.<br /><br />I agree with Kim for the worst: <span style="font-style: italic;">The worst thing is trying to get your name out there and sometimes putting hours of work into writing and improving things for almost nothing in return, being frustrated about what to do and where to go with what you're doing, and having negative people try to bring you down.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">25. Where do you see your blog in 5 years time?</span><br />No idea! Hopefully with more readers and thus, more interactive features.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">26. Where do you see yourself in 5 years time?</span><br />I shall be 28! And hmm. We’ll probably be ready to have kids by then, probably back in the States. Hopefully published, writing regularly, living somewhere extraordinary. Wherever the wind blows.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">27. Who are your favorite bands/music artists?</span><br />The list is far too long. Topping the list, Tori Amos, Social Distortion, Bat For Lashes, The Magnetic Fields, New Order, The Smashing Pumpkins, Iron & Wine, Placebo, Amanda Palmer…<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">28. Do you have any brothers or sisters?</span><br />I have four brothers and one sister, living.<br /><br />29. If you could only wear one color for the rest of your life, what would it be?<br />Black. It’s for all occasions.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">30. Your favorite item in your wardrobe?</span><br />Black tights.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">31. Your least favorite item in your wardrobe?</span><br />I don’t buy things unless I feel passionate about them.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">32. If you could meet up and talk fashion/go shopping with anyone, who would you pick and why?</span><br />Zooey Deschanel! She’d be terribly fun and hilarious, and her personal style is divine, and close to my own. We could swap shoes :D<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">33. If your perfect day was patterned after a song, which song would it be?</span><br />Here Comes The Sun, The Beatles<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">34. Describe your capsule wardrobe:</span><br />Dresses, skirts, tights, denim shorts, killer heels, sweaters, flats, unique and pretty tops.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">35. Where do you get inspiration from?</span><br />Mainly books, fashion magezines, and whimsical music. I cannot listen to Loreena McKennitt without being inspired, it is impossible.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">36. What do you want to do with your life?</span><br />Leave the world more colorful and fantastic than how I found it. Be known for my stories.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">37. Who is most important to you</span>?<br />Rick, my sister, Cthulhu.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">38. If you could host a dinner party and could invite anyone, who would you invite?</span><br />Oh my, the choices! Jesus, Rick, Dena, Kater, Amanda Palmer, Galileo, Billy Corgan, Neil Gaiman, Francesca Lia Block, Johnny Depp, Emma Thompson, Kate Winslet, Betsy Johnson, Zooey Deschanel, Harry Potter, Death, Alice Liddel, Natasha Khan, Brytnee, C. S. Lewis, Wil Wheaton, Alan Moore, Anderson Cooper, Mum, Buddha…<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">39. Do you have any style icons?</span><br />Sienna Miller (even if I am not built like her), Zooey Deschanel (I am built AND colored like her!), Kat Von D (her personality grates, but she herself looks like a goddess), Natasha Khan (Disco Indian Princess!), Gala Darling (FAB color + ink!), Jayne Mansfield (the girl can’t help it!), Rose McGowan (so 40’s PinUp!), the list goes on…<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">40. What is your favorite decade for vintage clothing?</span><br />30’s and 60’s :D<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">41. What’s on your birthday list this year?</span><br />Oh, no idea. Probably non-essentials, such as another Blythe, and more ink :D<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">42. Who is your favourite disney character?</span><br />I will always be a big fan of Belle.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">43. What are your pet peeves?</span><br />Rudeness, willful ignorance, disrespect (esp. of another culture…I see this a lot, makes me want to hit someone), children who have clearly never been disciplined a day in their lives and act as such, people who put those lame “our family” stickers on their car…yes, you all look like stick figures…how much taste have you lost lately, hmm?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">44. What is your favourite quote?</span><br />“It does not do to dwell on dreams, Harry, and forget to live.” ~ Albus Dumbledore<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And now!<br />HAIR!<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh48pF6zjc0QwcqTJzJtCugSOlvl7ODqrVPDLam5AiRyL96X_S-8GCecbQaacCqdDIZET5bvvBrBVIDt1MaowbRkpCfvltiY7aOteijA3FkIbIdXQttQ-ZUaUa3g7Jy20F0Y275vg/s1600-h/090729_1452~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh48pF6zjc0QwcqTJzJtCugSOlvl7ODqrVPDLam5AiRyL96X_S-8GCecbQaacCqdDIZET5bvvBrBVIDt1MaowbRkpCfvltiY7aOteijA3FkIbIdXQttQ-ZUaUa3g7Jy20F0Y275vg/s400/090729_1452~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364224823120701410" border="0" /></a>This is like, RIGHT afterwards.<br />I liked the cut, hated the way it was styled.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZDo86-STmz00sxpX5NuorsuGGisJv5aXV7VC2R5-ueecBoBfIKBeWMEhigvx04TfkOu4QaDwDLGP_H0dZy5VHfCu0kY2Km2fcb2hs-XGSZkntbRYOXW7pozxLIooXRoLsMyKK6w/s1600-h/090729_1453~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZDo86-STmz00sxpX5NuorsuGGisJv5aXV7VC2R5-ueecBoBfIKBeWMEhigvx04TfkOu4QaDwDLGP_H0dZy5VHfCu0kY2Km2fcb2hs-XGSZkntbRYOXW7pozxLIooXRoLsMyKK6w/s400/090729_1453~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364224820855431922" border="0" /></a>Mhmm.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihSzNMfW32kEMsuY6bNn3B7Ji1qxphaFBbavxJ4K5KzX-7F6wdlEzXV0m5qiSMsYYIoS0_GV1M5ZSVNmiguZ2LGoaLu4pnNOmNUNHscCU6aAPNpaCJasXD_FJ0dp3nlBN4Rx27bA/s1600-h/090729_1454~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihSzNMfW32kEMsuY6bNn3B7Ji1qxphaFBbavxJ4K5KzX-7F6wdlEzXV0m5qiSMsYYIoS0_GV1M5ZSVNmiguZ2LGoaLu4pnNOmNUNHscCU6aAPNpaCJasXD_FJ0dp3nlBN4Rx27bA/s400/090729_1454~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364224452799052594" border="0" /></a>I LOVE the back. So short!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Pud1JiHKuNNlSiVRam_Q9uo5ypEivLCpH-ESulPsuraFGxKbbNmID8M_iTql4VUVErzyiXHlXOgfyUSaj1ZwnCUj0N0VnAwjPqw_82WNJ0QZKc8jUnyPNg8epaQD3M5FxmR4Kw/s1600-h/090730_1713~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Pud1JiHKuNNlSiVRam_Q9uo5ypEivLCpH-ESulPsuraFGxKbbNmID8M_iTql4VUVErzyiXHlXOgfyUSaj1ZwnCUj0N0VnAwjPqw_82WNJ0QZKc8jUnyPNg8epaQD3M5FxmR4Kw/s400/090730_1713~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364224453559698242" border="0" /></a>Here it is today,<br />after washing all the soccer-mom out.<br />Daaaahling, I LOVE it.<br /><br /><br />And here I am with hair:<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy1ttHYSXSVuTSqgatM9Qm17dPqestJdPhqlkV8auzeIEM9DcM8Wmbl8b4Dfi46243KeIIrBo_fT1H0TuNEGrQwkg4oNmGc7uk_DJABuP07G3ETMvfIovyCwwnqb95jEV2OXztfg/s1600-h/090725_1247~02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy1ttHYSXSVuTSqgatM9Qm17dPqestJdPhqlkV8auzeIEM9DcM8Wmbl8b4Dfi46243KeIIrBo_fT1H0TuNEGrQwkg4oNmGc7uk_DJABuP07G3ETMvfIovyCwwnqb95jEV2OXztfg/s400/090725_1247~02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364224450277836498" border="0" /></a>I wore this to a football game<br />last saturday.<br />Sometimes I look fifteen.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2-WZ6ST0UdqWaCSVB1Huxuf9-jUdu8KHDQf__rsFSHEn0lWjIIgVPrf81nUQnVFSMENBFUDAtH-qhTC4W3Jc8C-xxv2DkvVXYHJjSEPLdjxsef0-rfhwNA-swRHWYuMlHZQegjg/s1600-h/090725_1248~02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2-WZ6ST0UdqWaCSVB1Huxuf9-jUdu8KHDQf__rsFSHEn0lWjIIgVPrf81nUQnVFSMENBFUDAtH-qhTC4W3Jc8C-xxv2DkvVXYHJjSEPLdjxsef0-rfhwNA-swRHWYuMlHZQegjg/s400/090725_1248~02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364224444343272114" border="0" /></a>PINK!<br />AFI top from old workplace, altered by me.<br />Skirt: thrifted & chopped<br />Leggings & Shoes: Mall in Yokosuka<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmCSjDEylF9G6lWg4zRmdwifKoeuSrw23bwzlOwThUyV6ecwknUPqyIEXkSjTBoTMTXpVR_wYeqEfszpMvMJ4vbc38qqZtzCnUatf-tu2vpF7JxQYmOehFQfj7z7DdYaVvpvqV9A/s1600-h/090730_2039~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmCSjDEylF9G6lWg4zRmdwifKoeuSrw23bwzlOwThUyV6ecwknUPqyIEXkSjTBoTMTXpVR_wYeqEfszpMvMJ4vbc38qqZtzCnUatf-tu2vpF7JxQYmOehFQfj7z7DdYaVvpvqV9A/s400/090730_2039~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364224447156504018" border="0" /></a>GASP!<br />SKINNIES!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU0aev5IvzHbxTpgf7JwJJxczMEdBKqT2scbfglGCuIIQFdWcPN4_vRQajWmstnC1JoYALJnJuZwiHURT2Hm-fyukLQuzQu2iE8rF2yTz1zT1M4Z0jtY844mpr4qoYKW7x_WB_Ww/s1600-h/090730_2039~02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU0aev5IvzHbxTpgf7JwJJxczMEdBKqT2scbfglGCuIIQFdWcPN4_vRQajWmstnC1JoYALJnJuZwiHURT2Hm-fyukLQuzQu2iE8rF2yTz1zT1M4Z0jtY844mpr4qoYKW7x_WB_Ww/s400/090730_2039~02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364223569272492578" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZXZ7COHunZTDJrbmDcBM3nX-m-tKV3Wk9FT1ThHdOsIHkfllX7SS0YOZ55_3GpbanFKd1fYFPA3THj2mmVEt38uGSbQAGcx6c2JeOUpixd_CrWss1eOgPudyTpq57-YxkJjj4Jg/s1600-h/090730_2040~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZXZ7COHunZTDJrbmDcBM3nX-m-tKV3Wk9FT1ThHdOsIHkfllX7SS0YOZ55_3GpbanFKd1fYFPA3THj2mmVEt38uGSbQAGcx6c2JeOUpixd_CrWss1eOgPudyTpq57-YxkJjj4Jg/s400/090730_2040~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364223569251725170" border="0" /></a>I love that I can rock headbands again.<br />Jeans: Forever21<br />Blondie Top: KMart, altered by me.<br />Vest: PX in Yokota<br />Shoes: Payless, ages ago.<br />Headband: KMart, ages ago.<br />Teenie Tiny Pumpsocks: Mall in Yokosuka.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOmdZ-dHv2qZtJgbYLKXx2O5lqx9P4tB-uWpBwwy3h_hwOEErP2Nz7v8ZYuQRx0xEML-gkQ9WKN28DCTvrx2MUYw09w86K_98-qQw21jyB_Q2JD3ViV7nsY4GSZsywSKd7gnouZQ/s1600-h/090730_2042~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOmdZ-dHv2qZtJgbYLKXx2O5lqx9P4tB-uWpBwwy3h_hwOEErP2Nz7v8ZYuQRx0xEML-gkQ9WKN28DCTvrx2MUYw09w86K_98-qQw21jyB_Q2JD3ViV7nsY4GSZsywSKd7gnouZQ/s400/090730_2042~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364223563824446386" border="0" /></a>Blurry!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh_tqvd1oL-Z82tM32Zmd4QPk_l42Yq3awA4AKKz86ECuYr_9DLU7WNohZdxSYVyQdUNRrJ6qM3J4ktzh0XH13UiXIxqmOzR2ULgQkrsy7E7K76iUPH49BsqUZgCP2KGanDuXeGw/s1600-h/090730_2041~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh_tqvd1oL-Z82tM32Zmd4QPk_l42Yq3awA4AKKz86ECuYr_9DLU7WNohZdxSYVyQdUNRrJ6qM3J4ktzh0XH13UiXIxqmOzR2ULgQkrsy7E7K76iUPH49BsqUZgCP2KGanDuXeGw/s400/090730_2041~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364223561532618178" border="0" /></a>I love my natural wave again.<br /><br />That is all for now.<br />I was going to review Grey Gardens,<br />but I think that requires another viewing.<br />So there's that to look forward to ;)<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQsKMnaw-y15MLLHQAkJPZoI-3EcULjwmYFJHwLWUS9fZ0Y3h5P3kBDmz_mOg_odtXeh9DjhFDgdnnIalIwcmcHcPBAmNl3n159v2w7MHFoL0lNtdsUrzN9R24CbEqU2itZ2Yf9w/s1600-h/Cuttery2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQsKMnaw-y15MLLHQAkJPZoI-3EcULjwmYFJHwLWUS9fZ0Y3h5P3kBDmz_mOg_odtXeh9DjhFDgdnnIalIwcmcHcPBAmNl3n159v2w7MHFoL0lNtdsUrzN9R24CbEqU2itZ2Yf9w/s400/Cuttery2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364223557434113122" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">'Til Next We Meet,<br />♥,<br />~ Amy<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709697.post-45367552142359692262009-07-27T11:27:00.005+09:002009-07-27T14:33:12.061+09:00You Come Out At Night...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVS_seqYl8Wv7aixW-fcOaoI_knRPGzX4u1ls2PWOFq0s0jgmHqy6xdSOUguQbnrLDAjY73RBwncEI1itmvmdhBktRW1RIJKtkuzdblL2Zii2NXFCKp-MF2NCAoW-dGpArjKEN9g/s1600-h/clark-kent-111-buffalo-ny.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVS_seqYl8Wv7aixW-fcOaoI_knRPGzX4u1ls2PWOFq0s0jgmHqy6xdSOUguQbnrLDAjY73RBwncEI1itmvmdhBktRW1RIJKtkuzdblL2Zii2NXFCKp-MF2NCAoW-dGpArjKEN9g/s400/clark-kent-111-buffalo-ny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362961979812829874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Movies To Meditate To</span><br /><br />A break in the regular blogging, for random.<br />Generally, I enjoy my escapism and immersion.<br />I'm the mean person who hates when people start<br />talking during the film ;)<br />And yet, there are times when I am home alone,<br />and need inspiration and an ambiance in which to<br />write, paint, create something, or just let<br />my many scattered thoughts settle.<br />Here are my very favorite films to think to.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD9pF58cwI9kMunIFwqaWcEMKwFrDjCCojhb1mZMq1b-xCSnBeGNjQ6rrpwxUyVk5342oxm578zf1Bo_HHLmTe4J50BKtk22ErGCGhFqyZXz9bdBvAgzOjsQygR9j6ItKAOSR0DQ/s1600-h/MedFilm2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD9pF58cwI9kMunIFwqaWcEMKwFrDjCCojhb1mZMq1b-xCSnBeGNjQ6rrpwxUyVk5342oxm578zf1Bo_HHLmTe4J50BKtk22ErGCGhFqyZXz9bdBvAgzOjsQygR9j6ItKAOSR0DQ/s400/MedFilm2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362961976236871650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Marie Antoinette</span><br /><br />Of course, Sofia's films are all dream-like,<br />which is why two of them are on my list.<br />Not only is the imagery to die for,<br />the 80's shoegazer soundtrack is lovely.<br />I am in love with this film and it's soundtrack.<br />And I really feel for Antoine.<br />Good if one needs to feel especially girly.<br />Also fun to eat sweet things whilst watching.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TUGbugeV2Mc&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TUGbugeV2Mc&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />~~<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHzGgevyvt6k3IIflz0vDqNRCWkTt51Y5LFM_h5nhtrae_sSFQVsQ8nIg-cKV0-dVfnG4tqmriygqRa-bioBhipwdGo0T2XsbkzE9cXiRO3CAePoLZ-BN-whAjAJ59-fMaJ3HO-g/s1600-h/MedFilm3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHzGgevyvt6k3IIflz0vDqNRCWkTt51Y5LFM_h5nhtrae_sSFQVsQ8nIg-cKV0-dVfnG4tqmriygqRa-bioBhipwdGo0T2XsbkzE9cXiRO3CAePoLZ-BN-whAjAJ59-fMaJ3HO-g/s400/MedFilm3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362961971674300610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">MirrorMask</span><br /><br />A girl falls into another world, what could be better?!<br />This film is like walking through a sketchbook,<br />so beautiful and strange, a plot we've seen before<br />in a world that doesn't exist anywhere else.<br />My love for Neil notwithstanding,<br />this is an amazing and wonderfully magical film.<br />It always makes me want to draw, as well.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WaYC6top31g&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WaYC6top31g&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />~~<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRko7y8gXxCHOCLli0o_dcghiJSrKHHPs2mDPRBRNsDYR-uWpFBZ0_8xit34gSaJlDg23YiOZ6ZBc_9wxyI9CVkbAPcP_yrN3GlZyzcQ74ecEwMiFhJbWYFyga2GI3MRMQSv3bWA/s1600-h/MedFilm4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRko7y8gXxCHOCLli0o_dcghiJSrKHHPs2mDPRBRNsDYR-uWpFBZ0_8xit34gSaJlDg23YiOZ6ZBc_9wxyI9CVkbAPcP_yrN3GlZyzcQ74ecEwMiFhJbWYFyga2GI3MRMQSv3bWA/s400/MedFilm4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362961478032143266" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">RENT</span><br /><br />The Broadway soundtrack, while dear to me,<br />does not come with moving pictures ;)<br />I put this movie on when I'm having writer's block,<br />or when I need a huge shot of optimism,<br />straight to my veins.<br />The music gets me dancing around the living room.<br />Forget regret, or life is yours to miss.<br />It also brings me happy memories of times with Dena.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wgQq8TTty9A&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wgQq8TTty9A&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />~~<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj374eSrtxE0d2TB14cOt0pnoXMgg_4VaaypTZs6DUShRbxn8AuEErUAZtBII8WGeGq5zGuu_Z0PnEyMKDDpa_HPSF8qiRny6RHA1iEYFzAtYbmIuDSI7_6IzoQiR_MYf_krYFdiQ/s1600-h/NewWorld2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj374eSrtxE0d2TB14cOt0pnoXMgg_4VaaypTZs6DUShRbxn8AuEErUAZtBII8WGeGq5zGuu_Z0PnEyMKDDpa_HPSF8qiRny6RHA1iEYFzAtYbmIuDSI7_6IzoQiR_MYf_krYFdiQ/s400/NewWorld2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362961470734971522" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">The New World</span><br /><br />I have been known to drift for days through this film.<br />A gentle, long, meandering story, the images<br />take me to the woods behind my parents' house again.<br />The love story breaks your heart softly,<br />and then builds it up again, making me want<br />to write something romantic and epic and memorable.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0zLPM8FLMtk&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0zLPM8FLMtk&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />~~<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnylLEEv2ZdEv4hyphenhyphenIiPpIPa2nx6jhR5t5Uo-EcIqnQmn0rNEHxHrpObGT5kHzZvUPH-5MtkXQAcvaqtwFdNfK8QUvRgOVkhLX9jKCIyGax-S3Q1RgzZRnj5Db-jdYsMvsJGualnA/s1600-h/MedFilm5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnylLEEv2ZdEv4hyphenhyphenIiPpIPa2nx6jhR5t5Uo-EcIqnQmn0rNEHxHrpObGT5kHzZvUPH-5MtkXQAcvaqtwFdNfK8QUvRgOVkhLX9jKCIyGax-S3Q1RgzZRnj5Db-jdYsMvsJGualnA/s400/MedFilm5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362961465205743538" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Fellowship of The Ring</span><br /><br />Perhaps it is because I've seen it so very many times,<br />and have read the book almost as many times.<br />I cannot drift during the other two, I get too caught up.<br />This first chapter, however, is a welcome companion<br />on long cold nights with a mug of cocoa, as I enter<br />Jo March-mode, and write for hours on end,<br />the lovely music in my ears and the world of Middle Earth<br />just on the edge of my vision as I do.<br />Beauty incarnate.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kzx2KQ7VM5E&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kzx2KQ7VM5E&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />(my favorite extended scene)<br /><br />~~<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA63jBZ7t9-IYYfvQMNR1MrhL6kOUbEfkpvAP4p6norywhMsxRh5gXoer72c9vLFcLA8yzypUHn7d_BII5fr0nhSJ80v3eiyvTCz6EhuWTz_x_dOGdl_TlFtLBE7OdINeKdcRVhQ/s1600-h/MedFilm6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 172px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA63jBZ7t9-IYYfvQMNR1MrhL6kOUbEfkpvAP4p6norywhMsxRh5gXoer72c9vLFcLA8yzypUHn7d_BII5fr0nhSJ80v3eiyvTCz6EhuWTz_x_dOGdl_TlFtLBE7OdINeKdcRVhQ/s400/MedFilm6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362961457403161442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Casshern</span><br /><br />Every since this film was shown to me,<br />it has been on my list of meditation companions.<br />A very long film to sit through and watch,<br />but it cannot be long enough when I am developing<br />new and interesting characters.<br />This film is ridiculously gorgeous, the closest<br />I've ever seen live action come to looking like an anime.<br />Go buy it. With subtitles, if you must ;)<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VgM0WaWNwxE&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VgM0WaWNwxE&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />~~<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJfqcvAQGvh0YORJNGCyCYBeUeSHZMNQ2_XKlAXFe3NuSOm5rDlXQHnSl5o_WQcy3hLQoPF_Ey2RXBikCFG1MzJAy4wuDUQ5GoOf_xrau9sJOlE8hvHucMbAczugQAGAVlCTLhDQ/s1600-h/MedFilm1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJfqcvAQGvh0YORJNGCyCYBeUeSHZMNQ2_XKlAXFe3NuSOm5rDlXQHnSl5o_WQcy3hLQoPF_Ey2RXBikCFG1MzJAy4wuDUQ5GoOf_xrau9sJOlE8hvHucMbAczugQAGAVlCTLhDQ/s400/MedFilm1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362961458707257666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lost In Translation</span><br /><br />Where would I be without this film?<br />Oh wait, I'm living it, sans a neglectful husband!<br />This one makes me feel like I can curl up in it,<br />or wander the world like an invisible Scarlett.<br />As with all of Sofia's films, the soundtrack<br />comes across as an old friend, dear and comforting.<br />A good late-night-surfing-the-interwebz-movie.<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yYAS92XPvIM&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yYAS92XPvIM&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br />What films do you like to meditate to?<br />:D<br /><br /><br /><br />Til Next We Meet,<br />♥,<br />~ Amy<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709697.post-83276355636585931872009-07-24T14:37:00.004+09:002009-07-24T15:03:27.862+09:00Let's Pretend We're Bunny Rabits...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx1BN_a6ECchsJZlYuk1x9V9ac_0_hVDZQBIpuG8EZAjEdAIwmpAL9zw-G-SW4S4oODoH7_0XGW_TDw7sWW6bIX17VBucvJv0CNkxEzAiP26L9qnKJgNtIEX-xVMsk6EI5mB7pEQ/s1600-h/090721_1252~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx1BN_a6ECchsJZlYuk1x9V9ac_0_hVDZQBIpuG8EZAjEdAIwmpAL9zw-G-SW4S4oODoH7_0XGW_TDw7sWW6bIX17VBucvJv0CNkxEzAiP26L9qnKJgNtIEX-xVMsk6EI5mB7pEQ/s400/090721_1252~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361897751536636370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Things & Stuff</span><br /><br />So a little of this,<br />A little of that!<br />I've been up to a lot of little things,<br />and have seen/read some fun things too!<br />Thus,<br />the next few entries will be peppered with 'em.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBXrvaS6XmsoQMcIHSAnZI_se0q7FnnYhahVTubmOxHZfRALdtlDB-IocNKqrBW6EI887GqX88x41X5yYYG8GuZHfJkgNajGhF2h_R5ihG7xupql8V25p89BK6wDsdfmmQaUCMyA/s1600-h/coraline_movie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBXrvaS6XmsoQMcIHSAnZI_se0q7FnnYhahVTubmOxHZfRALdtlDB-IocNKqrBW6EI887GqX88x41X5yYYG8GuZHfJkgNajGhF2h_R5ihG7xupql8V25p89BK6wDsdfmmQaUCMyA/s400/coraline_movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361897747302153826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Coraline</span><br />Henry Selick, 2008<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> Despite my great love for Neil Gaiman, I didn't see this film until the other night. Mostly due to the fact that when it was released, I was stuck in Norfolk, with few transportation options and NO friends. Sadface. But now it is on dvd, complete with fashionable 3d glasses! So I bought, and watched, and only mostly enjoyed, sadly.<br /><br /> Coraline Jones has recently moved into a new (old) house with her parents. Stressed with their latest project, her parent's are often high-strung and neglectful, leaving Coraline to her own devices. In her boredom, she discovers another world through a little hidden door in the sitting room, a world just like her own, only wonderfully improved. As such stories often go, however, the perfect world, seemingly made just for Coraline, is more treacherous than it seems.<br /><br /> As I said when reviewing Harry Potter, I try and take a reasonable approach with books-to-films. Even so, I was disappointed by how...mainstream the original story was made to be. To be sure, it was just as creepy as the novel, and all the important plot points and themes were there! But I don't know. Coraline is much more mature for her age in the novel, while still coming across as a kid, that is why it transcends ages. And while she does have some cute moments, and is certainly brave, the main character is just as much of an obnoxious bored kid as any other in any other kid's movie. It made me sad, as did the overall silliness-factor. I know, it was crafted to be more marketable...but why, asks the geek? :P<br /><br /> Even so, I enjoyed it overall. The music is beautiful, and the stop-motion animation is BRILLIANT and gorgeous, the 3d aspect really adding to the experience, as opposed to being a gimmick. It was just scary enough for a young audience, while keeping an adult entertained. Read the book first, though.<br /></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLficNRN3yGC2WjjT-FyonQNcKcEhbqIr3jfFbcP_V2HruBB45RZA0_DwPcR87HXHTIJrWMjka1Zegtq4wx_UdIBMZVVxTjs0lsLJyxJj7TNl4GIcvnyZ1PJOh-AAk5Je1qVoO1g/s1600-h/skindeep.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLficNRN3yGC2WjjT-FyonQNcKcEhbqIr3jfFbcP_V2HruBB45RZA0_DwPcR87HXHTIJrWMjka1Zegtq4wx_UdIBMZVVxTjs0lsLJyxJj7TNl4GIcvnyZ1PJOh-AAk5Je1qVoO1g/s400/skindeep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361897012829747954" border="0" /></a>Skin Deep<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> Brought to my attention by the fabulous Gala Darling, who wrote the forward, Skin Deep is a beautiful collection of poetry pertaining to ink and those who love it. A cornucopia of authors each bring a unique perspective on the art of tattooing, the many, many reasons why people get tattoos, and the simple beauty a good tattoo can possess. I read the entire collection on a train ride to and from Yokosuka today, a truly ethereal experience. You can purchase Skin Deep for 6$ US here: <a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=24620762">Etsy Ahoy!</a><br /><br /></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3eGbU75wwt2tD_yVmafBH4YwlHrufHZkgZ3wOnfYiKieG9AWWusABPbq8J52UTpJ03CsEo6ejwkrFsfNnkD8Ya8oxfGdjKFHEVXfBAKh_If2W8euCcd6Tt2VwtxP9VwxPmGV4CA/s1600-h/090724_1209~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3eGbU75wwt2tD_yVmafBH4YwlHrufHZkgZ3wOnfYiKieG9AWWusABPbq8J52UTpJ03CsEo6ejwkrFsfNnkD8Ya8oxfGdjKFHEVXfBAKh_If2W8euCcd6Tt2VwtxP9VwxPmGV4CA/s400/090724_1209~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361897010409718786" border="0" /></a>I am a ring person.<br />I recently found the Ace of <3's ring<br />at a shop in Yokosuka,<br />along with many fun little<br />Alice in Wonderland treats.<br />The green-stone ring was my Nana's.<br />And of course, the wedding rings :D<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqsuynUM8Mz31Vws2Smk3iUbvOceSWV2_Dvqd-FynlpJKi_QUbs_huQeWyMF-VsTcGVc7SEB9Qh0pxYaR71lYKmAm-uDXAOPc12mtf1MdtaWW7z905BVI8xokAPZN5Ez6IJSpn6A/s1600-h/090724_1209~02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqsuynUM8Mz31Vws2Smk3iUbvOceSWV2_Dvqd-FynlpJKi_QUbs_huQeWyMF-VsTcGVc7SEB9Qh0pxYaR71lYKmAm-uDXAOPc12mtf1MdtaWW7z905BVI8xokAPZN5Ez6IJSpn6A/s400/090724_1209~02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361897006375234162" border="0" /></a>Random shots before going out,<br />in the pouring Japanese rain & humidity.<br />Yeah...I did not look this good<br />when I got back home.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhERyKSc2W-r7Pl52lXvMv4rUGNkLO8VAN6eqBe0oyudOiIbSe9K_cTGdfTS7yXdB881VrJNpedple6OLBPKHP6Upf8WnJd6ABaKv9QTaJ7qmE0ioYo9d6kzQPxCN9j0WYZTEvtuw/s1600-h/090724_1210~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhERyKSc2W-r7Pl52lXvMv4rUGNkLO8VAN6eqBe0oyudOiIbSe9K_cTGdfTS7yXdB881VrJNpedple6OLBPKHP6Upf8WnJd6ABaKv9QTaJ7qmE0ioYo9d6kzQPxCN9j0WYZTEvtuw/s400/090724_1210~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361897005388476482" border="0" /></a>ZEBRA!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRD2tSl9xWqwZLKbrWxfNpMi1EuVkK-aTp_BpdL1fFNw-E0w5VcWyH0DY_pmeVRGJcKF55Tseo7tWA0uiQM7TbalBo4GT5n_cwIDGLI9w8TJgTSg6QzuOwjVrkOaexVh4ejXC-mQ/s1600-h/090724_1210~02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRD2tSl9xWqwZLKbrWxfNpMi1EuVkK-aTp_BpdL1fFNw-E0w5VcWyH0DY_pmeVRGJcKF55Tseo7tWA0uiQM7TbalBo4GT5n_cwIDGLI9w8TJgTSg6QzuOwjVrkOaexVh4ejXC-mQ/s400/090724_1210~02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361896999448885714" border="0" /></a><br />T-shirt and tights: various shops in Yokosuka<br />Vest: Yokota<br />Wellies: Target<br />Shorts: Forever21<br /><br /><br />Next Entry,<br />Blog survey, Grey Gardens,<br />And looking like an Easter Egg :D<br /><br /><br />Til Next We Meet,<br />♥,<br />~ Amy<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709697.post-82575050056281491472009-07-17T13:22:00.005+09:002009-07-17T13:54:49.198+09:00"You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be."<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTqkgonvU_7GASGJQmimzitPcY01wHYVXoqcsVfPw3DoEYzr8UjhahZdmqT91N7H-mP1H9SafjoJo9l3SzM7W3pNxa9wMygdYl-FeszMwQ2Y1rruACWAeeFhW1bRcoFiZo2Fc6uw/s1600-h/napping-mt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTqkgonvU_7GASGJQmimzitPcY01wHYVXoqcsVfPw3DoEYzr8UjhahZdmqT91N7H-mP1H9SafjoJo9l3SzM7W3pNxa9wMygdYl-FeszMwQ2Y1rruACWAeeFhW1bRcoFiZo2Fc6uw/s400/napping-mt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359283157088402978" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Potter Tales & Floppy Clothes</span><br /><br />You guessed it!<br />Time for my Epic Half-Blood Prince Review!<br />It is very long.<br />Also, it is full of spoilers,<br />Especially if you haven't read the whole series.<br />You have been warned.<br />There will be pretty clothes at the end!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIPAfqTM6JGi3ueebRwjg4CwoUqtVYsu-CpfvFWBKK2N2jsl37o_h80U-polkFPMxBr_zHPpUn3A-5OvDnm6117Te_eJCvflxpTUx_2LfTKeMoJK7PzDatnJfcOVwi2Fch1ZJxVQ/s1600-h/HBP1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIPAfqTM6JGi3ueebRwjg4CwoUqtVYsu-CpfvFWBKK2N2jsl37o_h80U-polkFPMxBr_zHPpUn3A-5OvDnm6117Te_eJCvflxpTUx_2LfTKeMoJK7PzDatnJfcOVwi2Fch1ZJxVQ/s400/HBP1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359283144583158930" border="0" /></a><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jj-yJHR2Lu4&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jj-yJHR2Lu4&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object> <br /></div><br />Mmmkay. It’s no secret that I am a massive Harry Potter fan. It took my best friend Dena a long time to wear me down, but at the age of 18, I finally broke down and read the first five books (the only ones present at the time). Two things finally pushed me over the edge: 1, I found out that Ralph Fiennes had been cast as Lord Voldemort in the upcoming 4th film, and I adore Ralph Fiennes, not only because he‘s a dishy Brit, but also because he is a fine actor indeed. I wanted to see him play yet another bad guy. And 2, I was told that the books got much darker, much more adult, and in turn, much more human, even in such a fantastical world. I wasn’t disappointed.<br /><br /> Those who’ve read the books know that, starting at around the end of Book 4, things stop being kid-friendly. The moment Cedric Diggory dies, your comfortable, dangerous-but-not-really-dangerous world shatters…delightfully. You’ve spent 3 books getting to know and love these kids, teachers, their families and friends, and then all of a sudden, The Enemy regenerates fully, the war starts, and you are deeply invested in what becomes of them. From Book 4 onward, things get progressively darker, more dangerous, more heart-breaking, but our character’s moral fiber only becomes stronger in contrast.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0QdJ4F0zIbRRD2rzzcYSBRV9HKVssHfn9nKPgepajB1MI9YW6uzcdQgdvyqafUpTt6DB_-KVRw7wBWWFyL9u6KbqZziPOKEBWNF4YyK4uDV4E3F9nEisOlyB9IeoO6WuaQRwKfA/s1600-h/HBP3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0QdJ4F0zIbRRD2rzzcYSBRV9HKVssHfn9nKPgepajB1MI9YW6uzcdQgdvyqafUpTt6DB_-KVRw7wBWWFyL9u6KbqZziPOKEBWNF4YyK4uDV4E3F9nEisOlyB9IeoO6WuaQRwKfA/s400/HBP3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359281714418921490" border="0" /></a>Which brings us to The Half-Blood Prince! Having enjoyed the book thoroughly, I was wary of the film. Then again, ever since Lord Of The Rings, I have taken a pragmatic view on Books-To-Films. Film is an ENTIRELY different medium than the written word, I think way too many fans of a certain series forget this. Visual story-telling requires a different approach, different ways of keeping the audience stimulated, not to mention the compressed time. With a book, you are able to digest the many emotional threads at your own pace. A movie has 2 and a half hours to get all the important information across. I believe, therefore, that it all depends on how much the filmmakers love the material they’re dealing with. They’ll get the spirit across. That said, I think this was a wonderful telling of the story! I’ve heard some people say it was slower than the others, I think because the drama of the last two stories is much more internal than the previous ones.<br /><br /> Harry Potter has just seen his godfather killed right in front of him, and the 6th film opens with those last few moments of Film 5, a numb 16 year old kid covered in blood, flashbulbs going off in his face as his beloved Headmaster wraps an arm around him, leading him away from the mob of reporters. I know a film is going to be good if I’m on the verge of tears 20 seconds in!<br /><br /> Over the course of the film, Harry & Dumbledore are searching through the memories Dumbledore has collected over the years pertaining to Tom Riddle, the boy/young man who would become Lord Voldemort. There is a gap in the information, however, and it could very well be the proof Dumbledore has been looking for, as to why their enemy has proven seemingly impossible to kill, why he continues to return. This memory resides in the head of Hogwarts’ newest teacher, and Harry is charged with charming it out of the old man.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiZbiXlFliCN_ulFANcBkM49N5rU_vc3nn7QByN0XmyjkvnEXk0IAxApUEgNsV2kqJhc3LzmxXnXNDxtdLcB4OVRTSofpdmM1SElp_-hY3ilKowHW8fET-9uUjWReL4IYBn_35iQ/s1600-h/HBP5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiZbiXlFliCN_ulFANcBkM49N5rU_vc3nn7QByN0XmyjkvnEXk0IAxApUEgNsV2kqJhc3LzmxXnXNDxtdLcB4OVRTSofpdmM1SElp_-hY3ilKowHW8fET-9uUjWReL4IYBn_35iQ/s400/HBP5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359281712880340402" border="0" /></a>Meanwhile, there’s humor a’plenty as hormones threaten the structure of our favorite trio, and it’s hilarious. Also, previously one-dimensional and a simple big-talker, Draco Malfoy suddenly finds himself charged with a task by The Dark Lord himself, after the imprisonment of Draco’s father. Draco has to prove himself, to clear the family name…or he will be killed. His mother pleads his case to Severus Snape, who promises to carry out the task if Draco cannot. Throughout the film, Harry witnesses Draco’s slow decay and unraveling.<br /><br /> All culminates with the discovery that Voldemort has split his soul into pieces…this is how he keeps coming back, and Harry and Dumbledore realize that, by finding and destroying all the pieces, they will at last be able to banish the enemy forever. But before this quest can go very far, Draco succeeds in letting Death Eaters into the heavily-guarded school. When faced with his ultimate task, however, Draco falters, unable to kill the man who has been his Headmaster for six years. As he promised, Snape steps in to finish the job.<br /><br /> As many reviewers have said, the acting in this chapter of the saga is beyond superb, each and every cast member brought their best to the party. Daniel Radcliffe has come so far, from being the dazzled little boy in the first film, to now being an older teenager who has seen and survived far more than any kid should have to, with his soul and good heart still in tact. Rupert and Emma are just as good, they know their characters through and through by now. Michael Gambon embodied fully the much more playful, good-humored Dubledore even in this, the darkest time for his character.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEvDIxByde5mHD2wV6iAQRaSWR4McqG_YwrDyEod63EDRU8khdwH77VTCkKu2cclmkRoslDAIlwB9FzG1uKMN-jpniAau50anNQjFzshhFiACKkgd2VdxskvDrKyYcr98nmjlTfw/s1600-h/HBP4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEvDIxByde5mHD2wV6iAQRaSWR4McqG_YwrDyEod63EDRU8khdwH77VTCkKu2cclmkRoslDAIlwB9FzG1uKMN-jpniAau50anNQjFzshhFiACKkgd2VdxskvDrKyYcr98nmjlTfw/s400/HBP4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359281708609386882" border="0" /></a>Most surprising of all, of course, was Tom Felton as Draco Malfoy. As I’ve said, in the books and the films, Draco has been a one-sided, stereotypical bully making up for a lack of confidence in himself, like any bully. In Half Blood Prince, he suddenly has to redeem his family in the eyes of The Dark Lord, or risk his own death, and possibly that of his mother, by killing one of the kindest and most powerful men in the world. The strain visibly wears on him, and Tom played him beautifully.<br /><br /> Now, everyone knows I have an unhealthy crush on Severus Snape, in no small part due to Alan Rickman’s portrayal. Even I was stunned, though, at his Snape in this film. We who’ve read the whole series know, where his loyalties truly lie, that he is Dumbledore’s man to the last, that he also promised Dumbledore that he would kill him, if only to keep an (essentially) innocent boy from having to. That Dumbledore was dying anyway. And you could SEE it! Even if you DIDN’T know the whole story, Severus’ face was an open book, if only for a few short moments. His moments of hesitation, the flashes of regret, his panic when Bellatrix almost killed Harry, it was all there. I overhead one of the Americans in the theater talking to his friend as he left, obviously not having read the books, saying, “But man, he looked like he didn’t WANT to kill him, even after he did it!” Alan Rickman, you are brilliant.<br /><br /> Dumbledore’s death scene on the ground was heart-breaking. I was a sobbing baby, when Harry brushed his mentor’s hair back from his face, while the rest of the school banished the Dark Mark overhead. Brilliant.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGFznajKJ6K3gyoPUGWsQJVYLpUnblrWceg2lMfLXJySBUuCegHZhSG9vXomErsfBUjn3CABgl5qycIokZWv181ybOf3p-10ClLmoIbPBoyiVlK4o90hwwBg55olI_90ujIuqgcQ/s1600-h/HBP2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGFznajKJ6K3gyoPUGWsQJVYLpUnblrWceg2lMfLXJySBUuCegHZhSG9vXomErsfBUjn3CABgl5qycIokZWv181ybOf3p-10ClLmoIbPBoyiVlK4o90hwwBg55olI_90ujIuqgcQ/s400/HBP2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359281698201835522" border="0" /></a>There were some things I disliked, of course. While I know ALL of the memories from the book couldn’t be fit in, I think the memories pertaining to Tom Riddle’s mother were essential to Harry’s understanding of his enemy, they should have been there.<br /><br /> The romantic comedy aspect, while really good and funny, could have been cut back a little. It wasn’t so much of a focus in the book, tough I suppose it does keep the hormonal teenagers in the audience happy. Still, a few of those scenes could have been cut, perhaps to make room for the memories of Merope Gaunt? But oh well.<br /><br /> I would have liked to see the Fleur/Bill storyline, and more of Tonks/Remus, but as I understand it such things will be saved for the last two films. As it was, I was pleased with what little, subtle bit we got of Tonks and Remus together. Yes, they were together, when in the book they don’t finally get together until the end (very dramatically). But the urgency of starting a relationship when they both have dangerous jobs and live in a dangerous world was still there. I look forward to the baby-drama.<br /><br /> Overall, I loved it. After two viewings, I’m still not done picking out all the little lovely details. I’ll go again this weekend! Way to go, team. I cannot wait until Deathly Hallows, Part 1.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">And to cheer myself, my favorite scene<br />from the very first film<br />(Inexplicably with Spanish subtitles!)<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F_plSfDNPKI&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F_plSfDNPKI&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Wardrobe Project!<br />I have recently acquired new things,<br />for almost nothing!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi60A79O0JfBaJDj3cBjAl2iuf4wjBgn4BUGx0j8w-UmFlP0dzn1YS8J4HLm-OIvDzaTm8oFE452n4SPmHOGZA6vZhsRiuyZSOdO-Skj0jHPaIZ1Z4VUJO4m5-EuDOxL3AqERSswQ/s1600-h/090717_1138~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi60A79O0JfBaJDj3cBjAl2iuf4wjBgn4BUGx0j8w-UmFlP0dzn1YS8J4HLm-OIvDzaTm8oFE452n4SPmHOGZA6vZhsRiuyZSOdO-Skj0jHPaIZ1Z4VUJO4m5-EuDOxL3AqERSswQ/s400/090717_1138~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359281696422951010" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQVRTgGHna0vjmdcgYC_XGbhTtAdfti0vE7WRpXhW4O7tqxSzf08uK2FJAM2WfGPW4reNBawWu8beymDCBkSoDjaaq6bB5vuX_o_iHkd4MyDtYfsSJLmn_D8YM5wfqo9J_uK1QfQ/s1600-h/090717_1139~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQVRTgGHna0vjmdcgYC_XGbhTtAdfti0vE7WRpXhW4O7tqxSzf08uK2FJAM2WfGPW4reNBawWu8beymDCBkSoDjaaq6bB5vuX_o_iHkd4MyDtYfsSJLmn_D8YM5wfqo9J_uK1QfQ/s400/090717_1139~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359281286989264690" border="0" /></a>Dress from Forever21,<br />Boots vintage find.<br />I'm usually not a red person.<br />But I like this a lot.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoArb_ngtvBaVaXX0Ld81y7lDKShDmAOsOe5nP-yVTZxIdSdSJ3haE61A2yATM9a_J-YZ3oHrOupJQ_6mEYsC0Ru-v9vcAYIH6ZM_EJs9hcJMPOr2HHJnXsATJIhdPiezE72VFhw/s1600-h/090717_1140~02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoArb_ngtvBaVaXX0Ld81y7lDKShDmAOsOe5nP-yVTZxIdSdSJ3haE61A2yATM9a_J-YZ3oHrOupJQ_6mEYsC0Ru-v9vcAYIH6ZM_EJs9hcJMPOr2HHJnXsATJIhdPiezE72VFhw/s400/090717_1140~02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359281283065766930" border="0" /></a>It has paisley!<br /><br />Worn to HBP:<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivJZrqqv7D0C8vl7LKLZOoy5QzDxZInEJc_jyjzHQg162f1jHMlF39bAPuCULQz6wSjaCTeM26dJdnFoBREm5znX_28DwFJN5fiHgvdPYCP5sZi8l1WbGaJC3mqGv6kXGBghY1lA/s1600-h/090717_1147~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivJZrqqv7D0C8vl7LKLZOoy5QzDxZInEJc_jyjzHQg162f1jHMlF39bAPuCULQz6wSjaCTeM26dJdnFoBREm5znX_28DwFJN5fiHgvdPYCP5sZi8l1WbGaJC3mqGv6kXGBghY1lA/s400/090717_1147~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359281277417793666" border="0" /></a>Very Tonksy, I thought.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWAc157B3HAa2GLbGaewopFxi_1g0CUUlY4qCjYErQ7fta7GMkZJlmRVCcvVZdffXSydDTZsyVOfeQvza9TAqV5anpURKAwdX-Mp01IBfviFy_0ZdpX3hiedMUF3EZ2woYOZTbXA/s1600-h/090717_1147~02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWAc157B3HAa2GLbGaewopFxi_1g0CUUlY4qCjYErQ7fta7GMkZJlmRVCcvVZdffXSydDTZsyVOfeQvza9TAqV5anpURKAwdX-Mp01IBfviFy_0ZdpX3hiedMUF3EZ2woYOZTbXA/s400/090717_1147~02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359281272340958802" border="0" /></a>Shorts: Forever21<br />Shirt: Random find at Japanese mall<br />Tights: Old Navy, ages ago.<br />Boots: Hot Topic, years ago.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY3gz7R1NRyPABbwD8S0Ba9BZLO7BhX9m-lSS40ZaCehNatYitnVqNhFCoSQAeVK_bylNMDuHdPPADfASxnYLguKk9ixqvC5GD5vjTBqpX966lCuKDeb7egVOKqG7hpnlISAlmLA/s1600-h/090717_1154~03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY3gz7R1NRyPABbwD8S0Ba9BZLO7BhX9m-lSS40ZaCehNatYitnVqNhFCoSQAeVK_bylNMDuHdPPADfASxnYLguKk9ixqvC5GD5vjTBqpX966lCuKDeb7egVOKqG7hpnlISAlmLA/s400/090717_1154~03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359281271511943474" border="0" /></a>I was in bad need of a summery white blouse.<br />I found this on, you guessed it, Forever21!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRHIR0TZrqQ8tMYhBWbGtCZL8JxASlpfMpROnFZD-P32wS9fEo4H1m280QoeRB9O3auX6atH6pyTQ34Xazp2KhKwVFcUfftHDdSbws_QahdaVkb6n6aW-8_FnAvr0y58QoPIRxqA/s1600-h/090717_1153~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRHIR0TZrqQ8tMYhBWbGtCZL8JxASlpfMpROnFZD-P32wS9fEo4H1m280QoeRB9O3auX6atH6pyTQ34Xazp2KhKwVFcUfftHDdSbws_QahdaVkb6n6aW-8_FnAvr0y58QoPIRxqA/s400/090717_1153~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359280935449569106" border="0" /></a>Skirt from Japanese mall,<br />Shoes thrifted.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS7UvTxvPnqsS5RBJ9x2FAnZn3wIUjDEQCLFrw754wi27k9s_085GUdwn0zzvQsdy5-fTOJF6n4vM8XUgnA5DN9W3ZN3SHA6qvmZk_SQvWtUvSbK9A7UtmrAEvMySKIbhnSQpKmQ/s1600-h/090717_1154~02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS7UvTxvPnqsS5RBJ9x2FAnZn3wIUjDEQCLFrw754wi27k9s_085GUdwn0zzvQsdy5-fTOJF6n4vM8XUgnA5DN9W3ZN3SHA6qvmZk_SQvWtUvSbK9A7UtmrAEvMySKIbhnSQpKmQ/s400/090717_1154~02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359280930164905874" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_XLhTK08RrIKQ7-1aTA3zcB-EGr506dSkpF2ZG2ZCCfRaJ3d33uHUOGE8no0l8AGdmCE7t5rg_nTcMAJ3zqVF_HyneyTaSqa-6jQ8RC4ibhY8V_SXFri5QsDp-ksGzLh1e7AJCg/s1600-h/090717_1203~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_XLhTK08RrIKQ7-1aTA3zcB-EGr506dSkpF2ZG2ZCCfRaJ3d33uHUOGE8no0l8AGdmCE7t5rg_nTcMAJ3zqVF_HyneyTaSqa-6jQ8RC4ibhY8V_SXFri5QsDp-ksGzLh1e7AJCg/s400/090717_1203~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359280925833956706" border="0" /></a>Now, this may not be the BEST color combo,<br />with my complexion.<br />However, I kinda love this outfit.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyJ2NrwRWyN7oS4RkBydOy8msaZXBpvD0_-sUraSNLNkgAkH8bRJ3P3MfqKkgobJYsHrHBfTtlEbm3ZY4dTLmysjbnCmQEQJswDVT7frB7BWj25YNgUiL-YRlVyum2BFqNEghsqw/s1600-h/090717_1159~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyJ2NrwRWyN7oS4RkBydOy8msaZXBpvD0_-sUraSNLNkgAkH8bRJ3P3MfqKkgobJYsHrHBfTtlEbm3ZY4dTLmysjbnCmQEQJswDVT7frB7BWj25YNgUiL-YRlVyum2BFqNEghsqw/s400/090717_1159~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359280920330129138" border="0" /></a>Top: Forever21<br />Skirt: Japanese mall<br />Shoes: Random shop in Hakone.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXhw6FBnNdiRkJGhSXIXg1x3eXox2tWcXnsCPJPQ_WZ907Uk0qBt5OadZUE1dYheUbtR0_5GcUIn8YempRmp0z2alczI9cr0ZfebZ1R4U0rWpeGr0YuBTdNB-q6YFU1jMgvwiSnQ/s1600-h/090717_1202~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXhw6FBnNdiRkJGhSXIXg1x3eXox2tWcXnsCPJPQ_WZ907Uk0qBt5OadZUE1dYheUbtR0_5GcUIn8YempRmp0z2alczI9cr0ZfebZ1R4U0rWpeGr0YuBTdNB-q6YFU1jMgvwiSnQ/s400/090717_1202~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359280912607114978" border="0" /></a><br />I am a floppy,<br />fluttery butterfly!<br />Every article of clothing was below<br />30 dollars, I believe.<br /><br /><br />And now, to go reread Deathly Hallows,<br />and perhaps write many stories.<br />The Muse, she has returned!<br /><br />Til Next We Meet,<br />♥,<br />~ Amy<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709697.post-29369717392232191592009-07-10T17:00:00.002+09:002009-07-10T17:07:01.326+09:00Bleeding The Orchids<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggOEyQmw9GgUrlMntSUsNPOSrPoadlBtplxngzefTyZLvHI8ZaX2_xfidy2FNMNPAe4mzozQps_uNGygoG-6lk7LhKKse7Rk0e_kxrxYm6A9iotbvcFmMhnJN1KJY6iv02iiFW2A/s1600-h/orchid.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggOEyQmw9GgUrlMntSUsNPOSrPoadlBtplxngzefTyZLvHI8ZaX2_xfidy2FNMNPAe4mzozQps_uNGygoG-6lk7LhKKse7Rk0e_kxrxYm6A9iotbvcFmMhnJN1KJY6iv02iiFW2A/s400/orchid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356739202443735394" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Blockage</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> There are many reasons why Writer’s Block can be intensely depressing, the general sense of failure usually chief among them. Still, it leaves me puzzled sometimes, why a lapse in creativity can effect me badly enough to evoke a cold sweat every now and then, making me not want to rise from the couch, not go any further into a story than just skirting about the margins. So I gave it a good long analysis this afternoon. Why did I even want to be a writer in the first place?<br /></div></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnnx7ofyikLhvbCZCNuPEx35KfXqqKQAlOvmSrz0QFXH_nBPU-it597E6tI9ss7a5TmpIG8QjLaldAfziAx7iorpnTRGZA6aSzDoD83I3SE0plCHhkaxSAHSiHAjdEJ-HlbxS5cw/s1600-h/Rain3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnnx7ofyikLhvbCZCNuPEx35KfXqqKQAlOvmSrz0QFXH_nBPU-it597E6tI9ss7a5TmpIG8QjLaldAfziAx7iorpnTRGZA6aSzDoD83I3SE0plCHhkaxSAHSiHAjdEJ-HlbxS5cw/s400/Rain3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356739199875300530" border="0" /></a> I was born one. I composed my first story when I was seven, comprised entirely of pictures. I wrote my first full-length story down when I was eleven, after dreaming it in it’s entirety. Both of those stories are still tucked away in my super-secret box of projects, half-finished plots, imperfect, incomplete thoughts, and a very few completed ones. Stories, magic, romance, horror, it has all shone brighter for me than anything in this world ever has.<br /><br /> Fiction has been and always will be The Great Escape. When I was nothing more than the oddity in the corner with precious few friends, I had Diana, my warrior-mother, and her strange world to write in. When I wasn’t invited along to birthday parties or when I was laughed at as an awkward 12 year old, I could comfort myself with the knowledge that at least I could form a complete sentence. And when I got older and the boys kept on picking the shallow damsels in distress, who dreamed of college parties and a job behind a desk, I was writing my future. New York and Paris and Tokyo. A boy who wore scarves and scribbled in leather-bound journals. Rising above my old mistakes by writing about them, by turning my great tragedies and all the things I missed out on, wanted, didn’t understand. Ephemera and fashion and character sketches scattered across my desk along with drained cups of tea.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE44bOZnbCJ6EPMHcDmCKGgy14ggHYmnQq6d7vU3A6ufNl8e10o_m1u8_7tNntGHYCxnrzN_f3pJkqZPAPQoIN4lBea0whjOeZwliGfpQ1R6x6SohvWE-UcsmGGWGjpPYSL_WIqA/s1600-h/Rain2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE44bOZnbCJ6EPMHcDmCKGgy14ggHYmnQq6d7vU3A6ufNl8e10o_m1u8_7tNntGHYCxnrzN_f3pJkqZPAPQoIN4lBea0whjOeZwliGfpQ1R6x6SohvWE-UcsmGGWGjpPYSL_WIqA/s400/Rain2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356739193916322578" border="0" /></a>My identity has centered, in my own head, around one word: Author. A Vehicle for all the dreams, all the missed hopes. The thing you are best at, the thing nobody could pick on you for, because they were too busy being awed. Who is she? What did we miss in her? I admit, those moments are both satisfying and frightening as all hell. Expectation. Appreciation. Things I want, things that scare me to death.<br /><br /> So when it goes away, when the Muse goes to bed for a while, I realize that I become terrified. I wonder, for a few days, if they were right to laugh at the girl who listened to odd music, the girl with few dear friends, the girl who loudly proclaimed that she would never make her living in the mainstream, never walk to the beat of someone else’s drum. The Gift has failed me, now Who Am I?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtI8cJr_PX4The881XR0gaikBgrJtHHHt_eEKRhuZYxZq7JfaJnMOFffI-0rxoXmLjlVolzKocrb1AUnkUk2urSY95WFrmnit0513BcRF-aUS718XckrzrcVKqy4oKTTuP-QEn0g/s1600-h/Rain1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtI8cJr_PX4The881XR0gaikBgrJtHHHt_eEKRhuZYxZq7JfaJnMOFffI-0rxoXmLjlVolzKocrb1AUnkUk2urSY95WFrmnit0513BcRF-aUS718XckrzrcVKqy4oKTTuP-QEn0g/s400/Rain1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356739189071876242" border="0" /></a>But even writing it down, it makes me laugh. I still Am. It’s only a moment, it’s only a time to recharge. The stories are there, there characters are waiting in the wings, waiting for when my brain and my nerves finally put away the fear of both rejection and success. Waiting for that perfect moment when all of the ideas and plot threads and twists come together.<br /><br /> And I remind myself that I have written myself this far. I love a boy who fell in love first with my writing, and tells me so, in long letters and leather-bound journals he fills while he’s away. I am reminded by the few, though dear friends who still ask on a weekly basis, what will happen in such-&-such story next?! I curl up in the voice of a favorite author, or the music of a favorite muse, and relax, letting them do the work in my brain for a while. I have had New York. I am having Tokyo. I’ll have Paris next year.<br /><br />I am still Author, just resting.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinYoqPj-nAvyvwnanEnEwUvKwZDwirBSdVVuKxXNEDdkRWPT0_sUBI6J_rrcQgTBubXRxWkKdX3EGjNY7czGfs7RX2zFibzcwsjWAfq3kGZQSApMH7wqh1ZyaX1n2RUPDfUVW0Iw/s1600-h/Context3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinYoqPj-nAvyvwnanEnEwUvKwZDwirBSdVVuKxXNEDdkRWPT0_sUBI6J_rrcQgTBubXRxWkKdX3EGjNY7czGfs7RX2zFibzcwsjWAfq3kGZQSApMH7wqh1ZyaX1n2RUPDfUVW0Iw/s400/Context3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356739184222941714" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Til Next We Meet,<br />♥,<br />~ Amy<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709697.post-34411974051955284162009-07-09T12:33:00.003+09:002009-07-09T13:26:57.527+09:00Nuthin Muffin!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQsl7fFZ8UGG-oSwk_A0_LAZ9PaD9P-IBsBDftWVfTkUp8qtu-Cv4hFebAkBshEWge1IlWeHeEriM3yWY_oJ9kyfqc8TNCn3YbuM-4QIoza8qHeuDLFF24luuJtV-9rDdLrPtrJA/s1600-h/blacony.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQsl7fFZ8UGG-oSwk_A0_LAZ9PaD9P-IBsBDftWVfTkUp8qtu-Cv4hFebAkBshEWge1IlWeHeEriM3yWY_oJ9kyfqc8TNCn3YbuM-4QIoza8qHeuDLFF24luuJtV-9rDdLrPtrJA/s400/blacony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356304597094234882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lazy Summer</span><br /><br />Entries have been a bit sparse,<br />due to a lack of excitement,<br />and a break in the addition of new clothing items.<br />The 4th was a fashion delight,<br />I'll have pictures of that outfit hopefully soon.<br /><br />Otherwise, summer is lazy!<br />Working out every day,<br />and then lazing about,<br />pool-side or sushi-bar-side.<br />Also, writing stories and taking pictures<br />of Blythes in fun places!<br /><br />Still, I find some time to read good things,<br />and rent some delightful films.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOq0Ae-of71UL-SrsTFDvIoQvd76uQKRPIv-MCYgySvFUNoP6eIs7lXmG_Pw1hiJj20AqK9iYTV89aXYi1VzvAqQmgW_3GdodwCoc_ZJhICeObmWlMWhCa75sbUuAib71Sa2Sx1w/s1600-h/(080309212644)Push_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOq0Ae-of71UL-SrsTFDvIoQvd76uQKRPIv-MCYgySvFUNoP6eIs7lXmG_Pw1hiJj20AqK9iYTV89aXYi1VzvAqQmgW_3GdodwCoc_ZJhICeObmWlMWhCa75sbUuAib71Sa2Sx1w/s400/(080309212644)Push_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356304591210703618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Push</span><br />2009<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> Oh where to begin on this one? Well, let's just say, it was a good idea that went somewhat awry. In a world where there exist certain people with special powers, The Division hunt them down and try to turn the more talented into weapons, by boosting said powers, which has proven entirely unsuccessful. That is, until one girl, played by a very uninteresting Camilla Belle.<br /><br />This movie had lots of potential. The characters are mostly interesting and likable (minus Camilla Belle), their powers are very cool, and portrayed in an interesting way, and the premise, while not original, has enough unique flavor to be exciting and stand on its own. Dakota Fanning and Chris Evans are both believable as their characters and have a great back-and-forth, and Dakota's normally nerve-grating maturity actually is endearing in this role. Also, the setting is great! Hong Kong doesn't get nearly enough screen time these days.<br /><br /> Okay that's enough of the good stuff. I usually enjoy Camilla Belle, but in this movie she's just really, really boring. The love story is contrived and isn't believable for a minute, the dialogue is more corny than is strictly required of an action film, and 90% of it is dubbed, which never sounds good. The plot was predictable, I had the whole thing figured out halfway through (and I'm usually surprised by the obvious, I am loathe to admit). And did I mention the corny, non-ironic dialogue?<br /><br />Still, it's a fun flick...I liked it. I'm glad I didn't buy it, though.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnqdtuylrh8ylsOB8HHdj8PRqhe6diTEr2J4qiYBujfA-JwEQUqgrz7OCI_Ao_6JhIIkR7YkkR63A7qW_I7OXAbjwVqjFbcKQkMXCriBFh9M4QSUkioBY6nHV6VI6C2Yd42L-D3w/s1600-h/sabriel_book_cover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnqdtuylrh8ylsOB8HHdj8PRqhe6diTEr2J4qiYBujfA-JwEQUqgrz7OCI_Ao_6JhIIkR7YkkR63A7qW_I7OXAbjwVqjFbcKQkMXCriBFh9M4QSUkioBY6nHV6VI6C2Yd42L-D3w/s400/sabriel_book_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356305535642263762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sabriel</span><br />Garth Nix<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> I have read these books oh, probably five times each since discovering them at the age of 18. I really don't want to write a review...so check them out ;) The perfect fantasy trilogy for the person who DOESN'T like the usual fantasy cliches. Wonderfully original series!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Okay so how about some typical blog fodder, hmm?<br />My skin has been acting great lately,<br />so I thought I'd participate in the<br />Polyvore Skincare Meme<br />that's been going around...<br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/skin_care/set?.mid=embed&id=10205989"><img alt="Skin Care" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjh0aVNWVHhzM2hHZ1BWWlE3SjBXZEEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Skin Care" width="400" border="0" height="400" /></a><br /><small><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/skin_care/set?.mid=embed&id=10205989">Skin Care</a> by <a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&id=236524">Leanan Sidhe</a> featuring <a href="http://www.polyvore.com/fresh_fashion/shop?brand=Fresh&category_id=1">Fresh fashion</a></small></div><br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Shower: </span>I usually buy a generic, moisture-rich, scent-free bodywash, and then mix it with my favorite Bath & Body Works shower gel. I love their scents, but their products dry out my skin! Thus the base bodywash. May not sound cost-efficient, however, I stock up on my favorite B&B scents (Japanese Cherry Blossom & Warm Vanilla Sugar) right after Christmas, during their massive sales. I have enough B&B products to last me a year.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Face:</span> Neutrogena Deep Clean Facial Cleanser daily, and St. Ives Apricot Scrub twice/thrice a week. My pores, I cannot show you them! ("My pores are tiny, my pores are cute!!" ... I miss Daria)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lotions:</span> Skin milk all over, Pond's Dry Skin Cream on the face nightly, and I baby my tattoos with some pure Vitamin E lotion. Helps them stay bright, and fights any sun damage that may get through the sunscreen.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ETC.</span> Coppertone, DAILY! I am very pale, I will never tan, I do not want to be tan. Living in sunny Japan, I must be especially careful. I wake up in the morning, and I put on sunscreen, every day. Also, I know it's become the cliche, but it really is true: More water in the body, better, healthier skin. I have noticed a big difference, since I started working out daily and thus drinking LOTS of water.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Next Entry,<br />Harry Potter Costumes<br />&<br />Hopefully More Stuff.<br /><br />I leave you with this picture of me,<br />in my awesome new LOFNOTC shirt.<br /></div></div>Altered by moi, of course.<br />Salute!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGsT-ffIZVzfuTSLpkHcKr5nAkGS14oUs3sHu_mRrgSS1YCEQZ1227wBRKnqMgpJADqDTFrHG8zWRdTxnn0uMMcpzod65W9bA6AzMGui6Qck0Uf7pAvf_kTgXe0Yq16JcivAfFdQ/s1600-h/090708_1131~01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGsT-ffIZVzfuTSLpkHcKr5nAkGS14oUs3sHu_mRrgSS1YCEQZ1227wBRKnqMgpJADqDTFrHG8zWRdTxnn0uMMcpzod65W9bA6AzMGui6Qck0Uf7pAvf_kTgXe0Yq16JcivAfFdQ/s400/090708_1131~01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356304588482748306" border="0" /></a><br />Til Next We Meet,<br />♥,<br />~ Amy<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>losilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270806165969667928noreply@blogger.com3