Little_Light's Xanga

When the moon sets, the sun rises

Sun, 18 Mar 2007 10:48:21 GMT

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 :

http://lilac-and-lace.blogspot.com

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. ♥

I AM SO BORED

Sun, 18 Mar 2007 02:40:22 GMT

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~

These dusty stables

Sat, 17 Mar 2007 12:18:00 GMT

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!

None of us are angels but you know I love you

Fri, 16 Mar 2007 09:00:14 GMT

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.

University flings, swings and relations all intertwined, oh my!

Thu, 15 Mar 2007 11:41:08 GMT

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

Again, I have nothing to blog about.

Wed, 14 Mar 2007 14:06:14 GMT

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.

Here, have a photo.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Tue, 13 Mar 2007 13:08:09 GMT

Dear Horrible Ex,

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]

Stand still, look pretty

Tue, 13 Mar 2007 12:00:50 GMT

"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. =)

----

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

We all have a little bit of Pink inside of us

Mon, 12 Mar 2007 23:44:46 GMT

Oh my good grief, I am such a geek.

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.

Kyte injured himself, silly horse. Heart Attack no. 5.

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

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I have nothing to blog about

Mon, 12 Mar 2007 13:39:12 GMT

I HAVE NOTHING TO BLOG ABOUT!!!

So, um, how are you? 8D

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