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
Haha, wow, the Girly Stuff thread over at ACF is really getting ridiculous. Seriously, people on the internet need to lighten up. It's the internet, it's supposed to be fun. If everything was as serious as a deadpan, I'd sooner jump myself off a cliff. I mean, really. If you don't want to read about fashion and make-up and shoes, then don't read! It's that simple! Some people really need to stop taking everything so seriously and just chill.
So. Uni today. Tomorrow. Every day. Nothing new, nothing exciting. Hm.
How is it going with you over there? Wait, actually, I don't really care to know. I couldn't care less if you suddenly discovered you sprouted an extra head and two sets of hands, god knows you'd need the extra brains, since your original ones were the size of chick peas anyway. I'm really amused that you still believe we're ~*friends*~ and that I would have the heart or patience to listen to your ~*troubles*~. Perhaps the only reason I still have you on my MSN list is because I enjoy looking at your new emo username every week or so. It gives me pleasure to see you in pain. It's been, what, four years now since I dumped you? Since then it's been a wonderful comfort to have you out of my life for good, although I am quite irked everytime you attempt to strike up conversation at random moments when you feel like it. Well, I don't feel like it, I never shall, and the last straw was when you started spreading those absurd rumours. You're lucky I didn't go looking for you in Malaysia and castrate you on the spot. It's such a shame, isn't it, to go from being good friends who sat right next to each other in class for a couple of years to mortal enemies - well, on my part. And now, with the dooming prospect of you coming to Melbourne to finish up your final year of studies, I shudder at the thought of bumping into you on the streets, although I have to admit it would be tempting to start carrying a bottle of red wine in my bag just so I can break it over your head if I do 'bump' into you. I certainly hope you won't come looking for me, like how you said you would before I dumped you four years ago. Yes, I dumped you - let me remind you again and again and bruise your big, manly ego even more. Now, regardless of what you say, I am not the cause of your emo, lonely, sleepless night. Oh, how sad. Don't expect me to sit here and comfort you and listen to your emo-ness, completely disregarding the way you treated me like yesterday's degraded trash. Let's not mention the way you slyly tried to push your hand up my skirt despite me saying no and resulting in a nice, fat slap on your cheek, (well-deserved!) although that didn't deter you and you tried to take advantage of me every time we're alone together until I just got sick of it and refused to be alone with you anymore, as well as how you went out gallivanting with another girl just a mere two days after I dumped you, or the many times you stood me up, made hundreds of excuses and judgmental remarks about me and my friends. Oh, maybe we might as well admit it - you're definitely not a looker, you're not very smart (judging by the way you used to copy off me in class, yeah), and you're quite useless the way you whine and sob everytime a bump pops up in your road. You also don't have very nice manners, oh, and did I mention - I never really liked boys who play football. You're not very good at it either, so going to your matches were never really my cup of tea. I did go, anyway, because it was a duty, sort of, but I was really glad when the day I didn't have to attend anymore came. My mum never liked you either. I've made it a point not to speak to you, and even completely forget about your existence for the past few years, and it's been working out extremely nicely for me. Just so you know, I'm now with the love of my life, a boy who loved, loves and will love me a billion times more than you ever could, and you - oh you - you are sad and alone and pathetic because you've been dumped over and over again by a plethora of different girls after me, and now you realize that I was the best thing you ever had, and you're crawling back to me for solace, as if all the times you ignored me when I needed you means absolutely nothing. I feel sorry for you, then I just feel disgust, and now I just feel nothing. It's not my fault you ended up like this, and I'm certainly not going to pull things together for you, so don't come looking for me again or I will certainly throw you into the Yarra River, castrate you and then post nude flyers of you all over the city. But because I'm not heartless enough to do that, plus it would be a complete waste of energy on my part to do all that just for you, I shall settle for merely completely ignoring your existence if we do happen to pass in the streets of Melbourne. Don't feel bitter if you see me again and painfully realize that I'm really desirably hot, and you will never ever get the slightest, remotest chance of having me glance at you, let alone speak to you or sleep with you, not in a million lifetimes, not while the universe exists. Your hot ex-girlfriend (and even refering to myself as your ex-girlfriend makes me want to vomit) is now completely privileged to only one guy, and one Jin alone, and oh, doesn't that make you just want to weep in remorse? Weep, do weep, I'd love nothing better than to have you Cry Me A River. To finish it off, Justin Timberlake has a verse made just for you :
You spend your nights alone And she never comes home And everytime you call her, all you get's a busy tone I heard you found out That she's doing to you What you did to me Ain't that the way it goes Just a classic case A scenario Boy, you got what you deserved And now you want somebody To cure the lonely nights You wish you had somebody That could come and make it right But boy I ain't somebody With lots of sympathy You'll see, what goes around comes around I thought I told you, what goes around comes around
I dust my hands off you for good, again. Good riddance. [laughs]
"Hello gorgeous, may I offer to buy you a coffee?" I turned around in surprise and stared into the face of a man dressed in a trendy green T-shirt and jeans, about early 20s, tall, brown, wavy hair. Very cute. He smiled boyishly at me as I stood at the cashier in Starbucks, about to place my order. I smiled back. "Thanks, but no thanks. I can buy my own drink." He hesitated a moment, leaning back and crossing his arms, cocking his head, the grin still on his face. "To tell you the truth - I've been having a really shitty day. And it's so unusually rare that I happen to see such a pretty face in a coffee shop. It's just made my day that much better. Surely it isn't too much if I buy you a drink? I insist." I stared at him, half-wanting to laugh at the cheesiness, and yet not quite knowing how to respond. He was very articulate and had a nice, clean accent - none of that Aussie street slang. "No impure intentions, honest!" He raised his hands and waved them in front of my face. "Just a drink, completely harmless, and completely innocent. I'm very sure you can afford your own drinks, but a gentleman can't possibly not pay for such a pretty face. C'mon, I insist!" I couldn't help it, I laughed. "Charming. Alright then, just a small hot chocolate, thanks very much." He seemed pleased and turned to the cashier. "One hot chocolate for the lady, and a latte for me." I smiled in gratitude. He smiled back at me and we stood together in silence as the barista readied our drinks. "Thanks for that." I raised my cup to him as I took it from the counter. "No, thank you." He grinned back at me, reaching out for his latte. "Enjoy that." And he sauntered out of Starbucks, leaving me standing there clutching my hot chocolate in complete amusement and bewilderment.
Later, after Uni, Joe persuaded me to go to Starbucks with him (again) so I went, quiet, but amused at the irony. Again, I ordered a hot chocolate, and we bundled into the comfortable sofas, sipping away in a comfortable silence. It was mellow, and it was good. Joe chattered away merrily as I sat and listened, nodding every once in a while. I started ranting to him about my Coffee Bean job, and then I began to ponder about the incident earlier on. I gestured towards the skinny girl serving the counter at Starbucks and said, "What do you think? She's pretty." He looked at her and replied. "Oh yeah, she's hot. You know, most people who work at coffee places like Starbucks or Coffee Bean or Gloria Jeans are usually pretty hot." I snorted. "Yeah, I'm the exception." "Don't say that!" He looked at me in surprise. "I've sure most of the people who buy coffees from you think you're very pretty." "Oh, shut up." "It's a compliment!"
I don't think I'm very pretty. And I can put Joe down to just saying that because I'm his best friend. But I can't pinpoint the earlier incident. Just, whut? It's one of those things in life that just make you stand still and go, "Huurrhh??"
But still. It made my day as well. =)
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Happiness is my employers telling me that I'm one of their favourites out of all the girls who work for them, and then promoting me to extra shifts for every weekend, so that now I'm their main weekend stable manager, or something to that extent. =) *feels honoured*
I'm bored, so have some random MTVs! Sorry these are kinda old and you've probably seen them all already, but what the heck. Let me entertain myself.
All Saints - Rock Steady
I love this video. Especially the way the mascara just runs down her face. Oh man. xD
PCD ft. Timbaland - Wait A Minute
Okay, I know what you're thinking. I'm not keen on PCD either. But this video has the annoying tendency to stick itself in my head everytime I board a train, so let's spread the torture. xD Plus, 'I love the way you strut, girl you already know. But I'm feeling you don't want me, you just after my dough.' has been STUCK in my head for the longest time, since Malaysia till now, AAAARRRGGHHH.
James Morrison - You Give Me Something
Ahahaha, you know I would pimp this out! It's a bit old, but still one of my absolute, all-time favourites. I could listen to him sing forever. His album is the most-played in my songs list. James Morrison = Love. I'm awfully tempted to go to his concert in March, if only I could find someone to go with me.
Jesse McCartney - Just So You Know
Shut up, I think he's cute. Also, my favourite Jesse song would have to be Because You Live, the lyrics are just so much love. 'Because you live, girl, my world has twice as many suns in the sky.' Oh, Love. ♥
Yui Horie - Cherry
I *love* Yui. Her voice is so unique. And I really adore her fashion choices in all of her videos, especially that t-shirt/jeans/skirt combo in 'I Remember You'. And I love her flowy skirt outfit in this video, it's so cute. Not too sure about that long-sleeved tee though, that looks a bit dodgy.
Norah Jones - Thinking About You
I'm not a big fan of Norah, but I like this song. I always listen to it when I'm going home on the train, and it just happens to be a nice coincidence that the video features her sitting in a train as well.
JoJo - How to Touch a Girl
Not to keen on the video, but love love love the song. Oh well.
The Veronicas - When it all falls apart
Just because they're Australian, I feel like posting this.
Justin Timberlake - My Love
I wanted to post 'What comes around goes around', but that vid is just way too long. Anyways, JT is my future husband in my next life, so let's just look at the smexx dancing around on our screens, yeth? Also, he's just incredibly sexy nice to look at. xD
HAHAHA all the poppy shit. Except for James Morrsion, because he's the Best. Oh well. Maybe I'll post more artsy videos next time, but let's just lighten up a bit and listen to crappy songs once in a while. Is it a crime that I have lots of trashy pop songs on my iRiver? xDD
I worked 12 hours non-stop on Sunday, up and working even before the sun had risen. I kid you not, the stars were still twinkling as I stepped out of my door and the taxi driver was half-asleep still. I was running and rushing around like some possessed soul, and by the time the day was over, I looked like a hay-covered zombie. It was an extremely busy day, all the lessons were booked out and I was on my feet the whole time. Adventures happened : Scottie ran away with a beginner kid on his back who didn't know how to halt and I had to chase a mad, galloping horse all the way back to the stables to try and catch him before the student decided it would be a good time to parachute off the horse - without a parachute. Heart Attack no. 1.
The horses escaped the art of undoing their lead ropes, very cleverly taught by Big Monty, no doubt, who slyly pulled his undone and sauntered casually over to the hay shed to stand and munch away happily, eyes half-closed - and giving me the biggest fright of my life when I came out and saw his stall empty. Then Midnight got it into his head to untie himself multiple times throughout the day - once resulting in my boss having to catch him and me resolving to tie a much more tighter, complicated knot. Thank goodness I wasn't reprimanded, though I should be. Heart Attack no. 2.
Tina decided that it was a public holiday and she had the right to Not Work. She started galloping and bucking like mad when I went out to catch her, enticing aaaallll the other ponies in the paddock to start running around with her, like a 'Tease-The-Frustrated-Human-Who-Has-No-Time-For-This' game. After a good 20 minutes of me using all the methods I know to attempt peace between mankind and equine, I finally ran aaallll the way back to the stables and aaaallll the way back out to the paddocks again, this time with a tempting apple in my hand to bribe her - the only way she allowed me to come close enough to slip the rope around her neck - with much protestation, no doubt. She then proceeded to huffily kick a pile of turd with her foreleg, throwing it directly at my face. How.....nice of you, Tina. Heart Attack no. 3.
I ran out of risers to tack up the horses and stupidly swapped two horses's risers around as well as put a (much-needed)riser on a horse that didn't need one, resulting in my boss descending upon me to ask what the heck was going on. I didn't realize my mistake until much later and spent a good half of the day wondering what she was telling me off about. Heart Attack no. 4.
The young kids that rode at the end of the day wanted to follow me out to the paddocks so they could feed carrots to the ponies. Ok, nothing wrong with that, so they trailed along with me eagerly like a bunch of cute little kittens. Unfortunately, the ponies decided to attack them, so they were flinging carrots into the air, screaming and running around like possessed zombies, while I desperately told them to calm down or the ponies will get even more flustered - but my words fell on deaf ears. Luckily I know my ponies are just evil little brats who enjoy making fun of humans, and nobody came to any harm. I could see the wicked gleam in their eyes as I ushered the frightened kids out of the paddock in amusement, naughty ponies! Heart Attack no. 6.
The good things? Beau's bridle was way too tight and just downright cruel, so I let it down 2 holes, and my boss came over and praised me for that. And I got two fat paychecks at the end of the day for my hard work. Two paychecks! :D I finished work one hour earlier than I usually do, and my boss was "pleased with my efficiency." :D Plus, the kids like me. That's always nice. I had one young girl come in a whole hour earlier before her lesson so she could hang out with me and help me with the horses. Usually I don't enjoy ~*help*~ but she doesn't interfere with my work and it was nice to have a young kid canter along beside me eagerly when I go to feed the horses or tack them or whatever. =)
I got home and just collapsed in exhaustion - slept for 12 hours straight, hahahaha! 12 hours work, and 12 hours sleep. The bus driver stared at me in shock when I boarded the bus home, covered in hay and fur and smelling of leather and horse. She stared at the barn logo printed on my shirt, my jods and chaps, then pursed up her lips and decided to say nothing. As well as the queer stares other passengers on the bus give you, then hastily look away as you look back at them. But I was amused. xDD
Oh man, I'll never get bored on this job!
o btw I called Coffee Bean to get my job back, and I'll probably be going back to torture work next week. Uuuugggghhhhhh. I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate the job. I know it's supposed to be ~*cool*~ working in a coffee shop and us baristas at Coffee Bean and Starbucks and whatnot are, like, so ~*awesome*~ but the job, like, sucks majorly honestly. D: You get MTV showing people falling in love with Starbucks baristas and Coffee Bean baristas being all glam and cool flipping lattes around and flirting with customers and all that jazz. Haha, yeah. Far from the truth, I say. Gawds, I'm so not looking forward to going back to that job. But oh well, it's the only job that gives me the flexible hours I need and the FAT FAT FAT pay, so put up with it, I say. At least - well, at least people look at you enviously from afar and think, "O yeah, that's so, like, an awesome job, being, like, a barista for, like, Coffee Bean." One consolation. And I get to run around and stay fit, no need for gym or anything. Another consolation. Plus, I get to 'accidentally bump' into Mr Cool from my class who happens to live around the area. I guess that's a bonus. Here's to attempting to look on the bright side of hell!
Okay, why did I say I'm such a geek? Wow, I strayed really far off-topic, haha. Yeah, anyways, because last night I dreamt - oh dear - this is completely weird and geeky - I dreamt I met up with various members from the pink Cloud x Aerith forums!!! Yes! We went to a dvd store together, and I bought the special edition of Advent Children, and it came with a bonus dvd, a sequel to Advent Children. (oh god.)
Anyways, I watched the DVD, and EEEE!! It was so completely Cleris! The whole thing was pretty much Cloud missing Aerith, and she came back! *geeks out* So she came back and Cloud was stunned, then he smiled at her and Tifa and said something along the lines of, "I'm really grateful to share such a similiar experience with you two girls." or something. And they were fighting....something? So Cloud had to run off to fight and he wouldn't let Aerith get involved, as usual, so he said to her, "Darling, hold on." DARLING! That's a thousand more times canon than silly Kuraudo-bito, right there!! xDD Eeee!!
I can only remember up to that part, but I ran up to...I think it was either Toxo or Kusari Yarou in the DVD store and we started squeeing and dancing around in fangirl delight. And Lynn came over so I told her about the DVD, and she went, "Meh. I don't see anything Clerisey about that." So we just stared at her with the O__o face, then continued squeeing. Surprisingly, me and Toxo/Kusari were the only ones that were excited. Everyone else was just wandering around, yes, FFG was there and Clorith and god knows who else. Did it help that the walls of the DVD store were painted pink? Oh, LOLZ. I think I hang out on the Internetz too much! xDD
