i remember somewhere in the midst of our a level prelim preparations in jc2, i was given a link to her site (website, not blog). i think it was then called krazydog or something. from there i got linked to her livejournal, whose contents chronicled i think probably her jc life bah. i can't remember much except that i devoured everything with great interest because i'd never known 'til then that there were sites available where you could post whatever you wanted to write and others to see. at that time i was still a suaku, keeping sort of a private diary programme on my comp, constantly afraid that others would find it, guess my password and blackmail me for the stuff in it. upon viewing her lj, i immediately wanted one of my own, only to discover, to my greatest dismay, that, at that time, livejournal membership was, in a way, 'exclusive', i.e. you had to have somebody invite you with a code in order to start an account. and apparently, every free lj member was given only one free code per account.
so after i'd got offline that day, i think i went and asked yingni about it, who told me to go ask zhenqi herself, and so i went and asked zhenqi herself, who told me she'd go check if she still had her that one free code. i don't know how long later, maybe after a couple of weeks, she sent me my code! (probably only because i was constantly bugging her about it, flooding her with overly-enthusiastic emails which i'm guessing went something like, "THIS IS SO ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC AND WONDERFUL AND EXCITING! GIMME MY CODE NOW!!!!!!")
and so, july 2002, i set up my very first livejournal account under the username of magpie_robin. there, i wrote about all sorts of the mundane stuff i write about here. i think i wrote about people like lippy, and maybe i wrote about a couple of 'dates' too. i remember once i woke up late from an extended afternoon nap to miss the last episode of the tou long zhuan feng taiwanese drama where i had the biggest crush on zhu shou (?!?) because i'd set my then-nokia 8250 alarm to 7am instead of 7pm. i woke only at 750pm to the last couple of minutes of the show and was super pissed and irritated at myself as well as distressed over the entire incident, i almost cried. and i typed out my frustration in its entirety and posted it. i think many people got a big shock i was so affected by such a small thing. so was i, the next day. and then i was embarrassed, but it was too late. haha.
eventually, i grew a little tired of the mundane-ness (mundanity?) and messiness of magpie_robin. i started to dislike my then-style of writing, which was something like, write whatever first comes to mind, whatever it is, who cares. it's hardly surprising i came to be very bothered by everything i posted, being the obsessive compulsive person i've always been... i couldn't possibly stand for reading my own past entries, written without the least bit of structure... structure, to me, meaning, nice meaningful paragraphing, appropriate punctuation, occasional suitable repetition, alliteration etc., something somewhat linking the entire discourse. oh, and i also began to find my username not so nice anymore, especially, contrary to one person's belief, i didn't have a crush on robin *grin*, and i found out that magpies were supposedly overly-chatty, talkative, naughty and greedy birds which liked to steal bright shiny little items off people's window sills (according to enid blyton).
and this is where the current-day in_transit was born, november 2002, barely six months after my first contact with the blogosphere. you know, i've always felt something rather special about being an 'ljer'. you see, being an ljer, your lj's a journal, not a blog. it's like, err, a little bit cooler than the rest. IMNSHO (in my not-so-humble opinion), haha. but i guess that's where it ends bah. unpaid ljers can't have more than three userpics at a go, can't play music on their journals (not blogs!), can't link more than five people at a go, can't legitimately track their site properly without creating a backdated entry some time, can't add tagboards to liven up the place, can't...... the list goes on. but i like! i like mah, cannot ah? just like narazaki could be a potential wife-beater and possibly be buried up to his neck in two hundred thousand million us dollars' debt but some people would still wanna marry him. :D
after so many lengthy paragraphs on my narcissistic self when this entry first started off supposing to be about somebody else, i must really come back to the point. i'm very sad you're leaving. can you see the tears in my eyes? *not-so-discreetly drips some eyemo* now i shall have to remove one unfortunate friend from my links list to add you simply because i love more than i love any one of those currently there, hiak hiak. (forgive me if it's your link i'm dropping... it's not that i don't visit, or won't visit anymore, just blame lj lah.) i'm sure blogsome will offer your creativity so much more than lj has to offer you here, though you'll no longer have a journal, but a blog now. (read: you quitter! minus two thousand points, drop to 4.99N!) if you don't like the weather there, don't find first-class citizenship, experience racism, discrimination, disillusionment etc. etc., please come back so it's not so inconvenient for me to visit you! :p i dedicate you william brothers' can't cry hard enough, since you like(d?) it so much. (and see, even my current mood's specially tailored for you...)
just remember to collect your copy of the newpaper from me. (and tell me if you cried, reading this. HAHA!)