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Name: Yin
Country: Malaysia
Birthday: 4/21/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: Art, horse-riding, FF, OP, anime/manga, cake, the colours blue & white, flowers & animals, music, my wacom tablet, and one particular guy. Balthier icon by Iconflux@LJ.
Expertise: Professional Fangirlsm
Occupation: Student aka Starving Artist
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
MSN: shootingstar214@hotmail.com
ICQ:  26956167
Yahoo:  magicha104@yahoo.com
Member Since:
1/1/2003
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It's been a long time. A long, long time. This Xanga has been my trusty friend for exactly 4 years, 2 months and 18 days now. I wrote my very first post exactly on January 1st, 2003 - the only reason you can't see my first posts is because they are Private posts, due to my stupidity of not knowing how to turn Private mode off.
I thought a fair bit about this. I deliberated - and deliberated - and deliberated - and finally decided. It wasn't an easy decision. I know, it's just a ~website~ but I've penned down so many precious thoughts and memories here. Everything I've been through, changes I've underwent, even plenty of Private emo bitch-rants when I had noone else to talk too. I fell in love and Xanga knew, I fell out of love and Xanga knew. My good friend died and Xanga knew, my dog died and Xanga knew, heck - most of the major key moments in my life, Xanga knew.
Which is all the more reason why I want to preserve this, to shut the cover for good - and move on to bigger things. Which is why it is with a very heavy heart, I'm shutting this Xanga - well, no, not shutting literally - it will still be *open* and you can all still read my entries, but I won't be posting here anymore. I will still check it daily (because I need to keep up with my friends on Xanga! xD) but I just won't be posting here anymore. I'll still be commenting on all yous guys Xanga pages and I'll just come back and read old entries when I feel like it. "But Yin, where will you go without Xanga?!" you ask? Well dearies - just because I'm not blogging on Xanga doesn't mean I'm not blogging. I can't live without blogging, Internet Dependant Human that I am. No, I've moved on to :
so please do add that page to your bookmarks and start paying me visits there from now on! ^__^ The great thing is that you don't need to be signed in to comment (I'm so sorry all of you who created accounts just to comment on my xanga!) so you don't have to do that troublesome step anymore! I just find Blogger to be a lot more professional-looking than Xanga, and it integrates very nicely with my Gmail account, so I'm calling that home from now on. I still love you, Xanga, but every diary needs to be started afresh. You hold a tender, special place in my heart though.
Thereby, from here on, Little_Light's Xanga shall officially be for Archival Purposes Only.
It's been great. We walked a long road together. Thank you. ♥
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| I AM SO BORED.
I AM SO BORED!!!
Talk to me! Call me, email me, text me - anyone!! I don't want to leave the comfort of my house, but I'm so bored I need some urgent human interaction! And yet I don't want to come online on MSN!
*spams my aunt with text messages*
Me : Hw nice u all going out 4 lunch. Im so bored here
Aunt : Come back loh gong gong ask lisa 2 4low them 2 greatparents cemetery
Me : Wah hahahahahahahaha! I dont think she will b interested. we hd dinner wif pete last nite ku u must come 2 melbourne
Aunt : I hv to check when is d rite time
Me : Right now hahaha call taxi 2 klia now im so bored i need u
Aunt : Wish i could n I hate d lizard always shitting on my ~door~
AHAHAHHA WTF MY AUNT = WIN. Instant win!! She must be cleaning her apartment right now.
UGH I AM SO BORED. Why is there nothing to do on the Internetz?! idk, I just want bro to hurry up and come home with my lunch. I wanna go home to Malaysia, omg, I want to go shopping. Crap, this is boring. Crap crap crap why aren't I in Malaysia now, wtf this is a heckuva boring country. Let's go to the airport now and sneak on-board. I AM SO BORED!!!
Y HELO THAR LETS ~TALK~
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| So we whined about how annoying it was that Meredith Grey picked McDreamy over McVet, even when clearly McVet was the nice guy - and duh, any man that loves animals is A+++ in our books. If she didn't want him, she might as well give him to us, because fictional men are rare and beautiful and our hearts were torn into a thousand little pieces when he walked out that door and out of her life. Immediately after the rant, we picked up a feed bucket instinctively and went to feed the horses, arkwardly avoiding arkward silences between us because we enjoy each other's company, but we certainly don't want the other person to feel like we're a bore.
And then I said I might come and hang out next Saturday, and you smiled and said that would be nice, and I believe you.
I like you because you are the only horsey person I know that's my age, watches Grey's Anatomy with the same ferocity as I do, and wishes Monty Roberts were our dads. You're also yet another pretty Lisa that I know, adding that to the never-ending list of beautiful Lisa's in my life, but I like you for it, anyway you don't even seem to know you're pretty.
My uncle and aunt flew down from Malaysia and I went to dinner with them after work, hurriedly changing into a clean pair of jeans and T-shirt in the tack room, hoping that nobody would choose that moment to saunter by and hang up a halter. We went to a noisy restaurant in Springvale, nicely contrasting the earthy, mellow atmosphere of the riding barn with a noisy, asian environment, complete with glass-eyed waiters spilling drinks everywhere, clanging, banging, yelling 'bok choy!!' and the typical Australian family sitting down to dinner at the table next door with lemon chicken and fried rice, because these are the only 'authentic' chinese dishes they know.
Which reminds me, I took this photo in Malaysia, when I went shopping with my mum during the Chinese New Year period. Oh, Engrish.
I was highly tempted to purchase this yellow-coloured 'fengshui pot' and cook tofu in it so that I would be blessed with eternal wealth and happiness, as well as scoring straight As in my exams, having a horse given to me for free and fit into size 0 jeans. After all, the magic pot shall make my dreams come true, or I could sue them for incorrent information!
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| Today the weatherman decided that I'm getting too big for my boots and decided to tone me down a little. So, he very kindly decided to shower a massive rainfall upon me - just as I'm walking down that long country road to my barn in my jeans and trainers - and because he tricked me into thinking it would be sunny, I didn't bring spare clothes or a jacket. I'd brought spares every single week, except for this one, this particular one that just happens to rain on me, cold, chilly, biting cold windy rain.
Yes, weatherman. I am humbled. Are you happy?
Anyways, it was me and Midnight as usual, plus my first massive bounces at the canter. Let's note once again that not jumping in three months has covered me in more rust than any old construction nail ever possibly could, so I was rusty. I was practically sprouting tetanus with every stride. The funnier thing was riding in the wind and gale and rain, I was giving Midnight a shower with the water droplets bouncing of my helmet visor with every shake of my head. He fought to keep his head down, forelock flying, bracing himself against the wind as I encouraged him to Fight the Wind, m'boy, fight like you've never fought before!!
Anyhow, we jumped and it was all sorts of great. Lori's starting me on calculating and judging the jumps and man - it's hard. No wonder only a select few are good enough to participate in championships. I got left behind a fair few times too, poor Midnight. Sorry boy, I'll work harder!
We took shelter in the stalls after the lesson, paying our respects to the weatherman for the rain had eased. Midnight stood and showered me with little kisses, then proceeded to massively head-butt me just as the other horses got their feed, clearly demanding his well-earned apples hidden in my bag all the way in the tack room. Ugh, that horse is all sorts of intelligent. He got his apples, but only after I heartilly threathened to head-butt him back if he should try and break my jaw like that ever again. I think he understands, judging from the way he goes back to showering me with little kisses. One can only guess.
So I took him back out and Christine asked me if I'd like to let him graze a little. Midnight - see, he's got this illness where if he eats grass, it attacks his nerve system and it's really dangerous. So he's kept in an empty paddock with no grass all the time, and pretty much survives off hay and feed and my apples.
The rain had brought with it a fresh patch of nice, green grass - and luckily for Midnight, it was the kind that he could eat, that wouldn't make him ill. So I led him over by the swings, underneath the leafy oak tree, where he dropped his head, let out a hrrruuummpphh of pure bliss and started munching away. The sky was clearing up, the wind was dying down and the birds were singing again, so it was lovely. The grass was so green and it was so peaceful.
I stayed there with Midnight, sometimes standing, sometimes sitting, sometimes kneeling, and sometimes leaning contentedly against his back with my eyes closed - just listening to him munching away in surprised contentedness. It was blissful. It was only 30 minutes (I sneakily allowed him ten minutes extra), but it felt like an eternity. I didn't say anything to him, I didn't chatter away to him like I usually do. I was silent. On short intervals, I hummed a little song, but that was it. He didn't nuzzle me or head-butt me or kiss me, but he ate, keeping close to my feet all the time, raising his head at intervals to stand still and munch with his eyes half-closed, gazing at me.
It wasn't anything special. It was just grazing. Nothing happened. I just sat there while he ate. I've sat with him while he eats hundreds of times before. But this was different.
This was the sweetest 30 minutes of my life.
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| Oh, my fandom is nuts. ♥ I LOVE IT.
I'm one of those kind of people that can be quite neurotically health-conscious and if I consume something ~bad~, I feel incredibly crappy for hours after that, just kicking myself over and over again.
I'm beginning to consider whipping up some really delightful ideas from Cookingcute.com to bring to Uni for lunch. That is, if I can be bothered to buy all the ingredients and actually cook. Maybe I'm just attracted to the pictures. But....but...but they're all so cute!!
Sammy commented today that she's never seen me eat junk food, never in her three long years of knowing me. I avoid fast food outlets like the plague - but if my friends decide they want to pig out, oh, I go along - but I just don't eat. Sammy has tried multiple times to force some fries down my throat but since I end up spitting them back out anyway, she has given up all effort on her part. By the way, please negate all visual imagery of me spitting out fries. Because. You know. I don't actually do it. Spit it out. That's gross. It's just blogging fodder.
It was the same today, she decided a bit of Nando's therapy was in order and I sat there without eating, watching them wolf down their burgers and fries, making stupid jokes and laughing our arses off. Then I had a major Starbucks craving, because the hot weather coupled with the thought of a fresh Banana Coconut Frappucino (non-coffee variation, thank you very much) is just too good to pass up. I stayed as iron-willed as I possibly could, however, and firmly declared that I shall not give in to this temptation. Sammy and Joe, however, had different ideas. They yelled out, "It's the WEEKEND!!! You need to indulge for once in your life!!" We went out of Nando's and I turned to go up the street to the train station - but Joe grabbed one arm, Sammy grabbed the other, and Corinne pushed from the back and they forcefully hauled me down the road to Starbucks.
I was almost literally lifted off my feet! They dragged me all the way down the block and pushed me inside cosy Starbucks, and even ordered the drink for me. D:
So now I'm sitting at home, feeling like crap. Oh god. Shall have to work it off tomorrow and Saturday. Thank goodness I'm going riding tomorrow and I'm working at the barn over the weekend, so it shall all be burnt off by then.
Yes, I am obsessive like that. My friends have totally gotten used to me being a bit of a nutter health-wise, but Sammy still says I'm too wacky, personality-wise, for my own good. Steph joined us in the evening, and she was waiting for her boyfriend to get off work. So Sammy turned to me and was like, "Yin, I pity whoever your boyfriend is! You're so wacky, if you're anything with him like how you are with us, he'll die! From laughter!" And Joe was like, "Oh shit, Yin, you'll kill your own boyfriend with laughter!!! It will be in the newspapers, Man Dies From Overlaughing. Oh no!" xD Oh shut up!! I'm not that mad. Micheal is like, "You don't look like how you act, Yin." xDDD GAWDS. I wanna punch them all.
I love Uni, yesh. I feel comfortable around them, like when I was in high school. Then I'm myself and I'm all wacky and happy and crazy-like. I'm not like that with other people though. Even though I love people at my barn, or anywhere else, I'm still relatively ~normal~ around them. I'm not crazy or loud or funny or silly like I am at Uni. I don't know why. It's not like I have split personalities or anything, I just can't seem to be as naturally comfortable as I am in Uni. Which will be a bit of a disaster if I do finally get to see my boy, and I'm all ~arkward~ and stuff. That would be majorly awful. D:
Oh, let's not deal with what-if scenarios here! Sammy almost pushed me over the railings at the top floor of Starbucks today, in her mad fit of laughter, so I'm grateful to even still be alive! xD My life is at risk everytime I'm with that crazy girl.
Speaking of which, uhhhhh I lost about 10 cool points from Mr Cool today. D: Aagh! xD We were sitting around in the studio before lecture started, so I went over to Chris and Daniel and they were geeking out over some anime stuff on the Internetz, as per usual. Mr Cool was sitting there - as cool as he ever is (but why why why won't you cut your hair and put on some decent clothes??? pleeeasee?? You have such a pretty face, it's such a shame not to show it off!!!!) - to tell the truth one of the reasons I went over is because Mr Cool was there and I wanted to annoy Chris, but anyways. xD I beg to differ.
Yes, so they were looking at anime figurines on the net, and they were really getting into it. I know the basics, like FMP and Suikoden and all that - and Mr Cool looked bored so I casually asked him, "Do you collect these?" (even though I obviously knew he didn't, but hey, a girl's gotta be subtle!) and he just looked at me funny and said, "Hmpphh, no!!"
"No, you don't look like a person that would be into all that." I replied, then went on to elaborate that I only had one Squall figurine and even that made me feel like a geek. He gave me a funny look which I immediately took as a hint to shut up - because, let's face it, Mr Cool and me never interact, except for the random smile and wave now and then which makes me fangirl in delight whenever it happens.
Daniel started talking about how 2chan had some mascots for Windows and all that, known as the OS-tan - so he started playing me videos of it. I entertained him, watching the videos and wondering who on earth would be Otaku enough to actually animate frickin' mascots for Windows OS!!! Mr Cool groaned, shook his head and stood up.
"Oh man...you guys really need to get a life!" he snapped. Obviously this was directed at Daniel and Chris - but then just as he strode past, he shot me a reproachful look and walked out of the studio.
T_________T WHUT. I'M NOT AN OTAKU. I HAVE A LIFE. I HAVE TWO JOBS. I DON'T COLLECT FIGURINES OR WATCH DANCING CHIBIS. WHUT WHUT WHUT. Why did you look at me like that for?!?!?!?! Don't put me in the same Otaku-ness category as those two boys!!! T______T Noooooo waaaaiiiittt don't gooooo whaaaaaaatttttt come baaaaaaccckkkk~~~
Chris responded with a curt, "But that's the thing. I don't have a life."
Which, ultimately, made me chuckle. Oh, Chris. He's such an adorable dork. But still. WHAT. Mr Cool, noooo~!! Now he probably thinks I'm some freak otaku girl. T__T Oh, image, gone!
But still. All is not lost!!! Because when we went into the lecture later on, Mr Cool was there, and he smiled and waved at me. SO YESH. Internal fangirling, commence!! Oh, Danny was there too - and he was wearing the same T-shirt as I was. So it was incredibly arkward when we conversed and we were just staring at each other, the same thought lingering uncomfortably at the back of our minds. Sammy burst into laughter and prodded me later on, "You guys looked like lovers in co-ordinated outfits!!!" T___T Don't. Sammy. Taboo. As if things weren't arkward enough between us last year.
Oh my. University life is fun. It's youth! Drama! And a good sprinkling of cheesy melancholy.
I was sitting beside an old businessman on the train home, and for some reason it amused me greatly to see that he was listening to 'Ewan McGregor & Nicole Kidman - Moulin Rouge Soundtrack' on his iPod. xD
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