tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881855683580605710.post844773198147721543..comments2023-12-12T08:17:44.472-05:00Comments on kittenmasks.com: 11. where were you in 97kittenmaskshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620693925776449645noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881855683580605710.post-88126896282598307952012-09-29T09:13:40.470-04:002012-09-29T09:13:40.470-04:00my comment was eaten, so , i hope i'm not publ...my comment was eaten, so , i hope i'm not publishing it twice:)<br />so, in 97, i was 13 and saw a first ever french kiss live. it was a boy i had a crush on for years and his (super gorgeous) girlfriend. i was standing across the hall from them but felt like i was right next. it was appalling to me and i still have a very vivid memory of it. after that my bff (who had a crush on the same guy) got us some imaginary boyfriends and were in relationships with them for a year. the tactic didn't work on the guy but we earned the respect of the girls in class though no one ever so our hot dates (they were from another town):D<br />haha, thank you for making me remember this :)random cathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10873146270338110259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881855683580605710.post-60161107480823788102012-08-23T11:36:35.326-04:002012-08-23T11:36:35.326-04:00OMG, when I was in kindergarten, the coolest snack...OMG, when I was in kindergarten, the coolest snack you could bring were Teddy Grahams. Everyone wanted to be your friend that day.kittenmaskshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02620693925776449645noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881855683580605710.post-15127446625364277242012-08-23T11:35:56.775-04:002012-08-23T11:35:56.775-04:00LOLOLOL, the chocolate bit is TOO CUTE!!! LOLOLOL, the chocolate bit is TOO CUTE!!! kittenmaskshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02620693925776449645noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881855683580605710.post-31374772918886072122012-08-22T14:30:26.989-04:002012-08-22T14:30:26.989-04:00In 1997 I was barely 3 years old so I don't re...In 1997 I was barely 3 years old so I don't remember that much ;-)<br />Though I have to say I adore your bag! <br /><br />yunesAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881855683580605710.post-54024323372987427582012-08-21T03:48:20.389-04:002012-08-21T03:48:20.389-04:00Oh, gosh...in 1997 I was still in Kindergarten. Th...Oh, gosh...in 1997 I was still in Kindergarten. The eighth graders were petrifying and a lot of us were thankful that our classroom was on the other side of the building. It was the year of a lot of firsts– I rode the bus for the first time, lost my first tooth, went trick-or-treating for the first time, etc. It was a time when my biggest concerns were what games to play at recess and what snacks to bring to school and I think there's something to be said about the non-pressure of it all...there was hardly anyone to impress and thoughts were kept on the present and not worrying about the future.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881855683580605710.post-30131424679150679972012-08-21T03:04:11.869-04:002012-08-21T03:04:11.869-04:00What a cute bag! You look great, love your hair :)...What a cute bag! You look great, love your hair :)Vogue Skyhttp://www.vogue-sky.org/fashion-news.htmlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881855683580605710.post-45219561025353109292012-08-20T12:56:18.247-04:002012-08-20T12:56:18.247-04:00In 1997 I was a loner trying to fit into middle sc...In 1997 I was a loner trying to fit into middle school in Hong Kong. I had a British accent that I was in strong denial of which I eventually lost when I moved back to Toronto. Valentine's Day of 1997 I also sent a pack of Hershey Kisses to myself not thinking it was weird but that I just wanted candy. I sent it with the title 'Your Secret Admirer'. I was listening to S Club 7 and Christina Aguilera and crushing on a dude because he played piano well.Samhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12732731746539116916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881855683580605710.post-91630173555673359602012-08-18T03:02:59.672-04:002012-08-18T03:02:59.672-04:00I was a sophomore in high school. I had chin-lengt...I was a sophomore in high school. I had chin-length hair and I wore hand-me-down bass loafers, at least until they gave up the ghost and tore open one afternoon. My best friend and I fought over a stupid magazine and we each took a friend in the "divorce." I was into Jewel and The Corrs, and felt superior because I wasn't into Backstreet Boys at all. (But I was into Spice Girls. My favorite was Posh.) Yes to Titanic. I also loved Men in Black. And Meredith Brooks' "Bitch" was always on the radio. This was the year I tried contact lens and always came to school with red eyes. I learned to smoke and drink for the first time. (I was 13; such laws are lax in our country...)chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02652005358388190177noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881855683580605710.post-62891554378558201012012-08-17T13:40:31.557-04:002012-08-17T13:40:31.557-04:00In 97 I was 11 so tamagotchis sounds just about ri...In 97 I was 11 so tamagotchis sounds just about right! I was obsessed with my original one, and I also had an updated "kitten" one with cooler graphic than the original. I think there was also a fad for electronic yo-yos in the UK then. My other obsession was watching Friends on a Friday night at primetime TV time (does that even exist anymore??) and pretending to fancy Rachel when I really like Ross...Duckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08228565141403067916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881855683580605710.post-9890064110222077342012-08-17T09:49:19.223-04:002012-08-17T09:49:19.223-04:00In 1997 I was in my last year of primary school. B...In 1997 I was in my last year of primary school. By chance, I made friends with the coolest girl in my year (if my school were the setting for Jawbreaker, she would be Elizabeth Purr), but her friends would pointedly insist that I wasn’t near cool enough. I had a crush on the cutest boy in our year (of course) MAINLY because he had hair like Aaron Carter, and of course he didn’t know I existed until years later when he would copy my math’s homework. I think it was also the year my friends (and one girl I hated) and I danced to a Spice Girls song for a school assembly. I still cringe at that last memory. The Contemporistshttp://thecontemporists.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.com