.....Why does my heart ache tonight....

I've a bruised back, sore muscles, and aching joints..

But the only pain i feel is the one that i cannot tend to...

The Hare becomes The Tortoise

Finally, an end to the games. Though i did enjoy the day immensely, it was also one of the most torturous days I've had in a long time. No, i cannot recall any funny moments worth mentioning. All i remember was running around alot. 2 of the games i was involved in were held at the same time. After i was done with a match of handball, i had to run off to the next sports hall to play netball, alternating between the two. By the time we were halfway through, I started feeling this pain in my abdominal area. Must be from the accumulation of lactic acid or because i hadn't had anything to eat the whole day that my stomach must be cramping up,but whatever it was it spread all the way from one side to the other. Fortunately, after all the handball and netball matches, i had time to rest for my other game was only in the night. I found a comfy spot in the corner of hall, and decided to rest, when suddenly my friend beckons me over, asking me to play basketball as they were lacking.. no not lacking.. no one even signed up for it and now they were gathering whoever they could to just participate so we wouldnt get fined. I shook my head, refusing to join the basketball game. I didnt want to overexert myself but when i saw my batch getting trashed on the court, plus my love for sports, i just couldnt help but join in. Midway i was getting riled up because most of the players were getting really competitive and i just didnt have the energy to push myself to that level. I played all the matches without substitutes and it wasn't before the very last game that i realised that i had to stop. I was fooling around with the prizes before the match and i picked up a box of chocolate in each hand. My friend suggested i skip the last match and just as i was about to say No, i realised that the chocolates in my hands were rattling in their boxes because my hand was shaking so badly that it freaked me out. In the end, no one wanted to play anymore, and since we were losing anyway, I decided to forfeit the game. Initially, I was suppose to be in the futsal team too but after the basketball matches i finally got to rest, and it felt like all i ever wanted to do is to just sleep forever. Plus, i was saving whatever energy i had left for the handball finals.

The organizers came up with this idea of putting up winners of each game against the Uni team, to test their strength. Towards the end of the night, my teammates were all worned out and we decided to play a relaxing game, since we had no expectations of ourselves whatsoever(and they have their reputation at stake), but as we scored the first two goals of the match, things were really heating up and everyone just got back their spirit. Of course, we didnt win but it was quite close with only 2 points away from a draw. I even scored one of the goals ^^ That Really made my day..

Of course, throughout all this fun and games, there was a price to pay. Always.. a price to pay. I woke up this morning (very Early i might add) with the worst muscle ache Ever. Every muscle I had in my body was sore, even my masseter muscle hurt. I tried falling back asleep knowing i needed the rest but i kept tossing and turning and each movement was followed by an "Oww, Oww". Knowing i had no chance of drifting off again, i decided to start what can only be called Slow Moving Day. Literally inching away, i laughed(which was also painful to do) at how ironic it was that only yesterday i was running about at lightning speed and now i'm reduced to being this unbalanced, robot-walking, invalid that can't even laugh properly. I feel so useless.. and a little bit old.
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Damn!! (just realised time)

Stupid day light saving's crap. Forgot to change the time and now i've lost an hour. Have classes tomorrow.. Ahh.. Less one hour to sleep. :( Hmm.. unless i allow myself to rest another day.. Exhausted.. Great now i'm just typing my thoughts out word for word. I need sleep. Gbye world.

itchy throat and a drippy nose

*jiggles tablets in hand.

"Cmon, Paracetamol, with God speed, please inhibit those Prostaglandins to stop mediating my body from getting Acute Phase Response so I can go to the St. Patrick's parade,"

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Looking forward to a relaxing week ahead.. Finally a week with no tests..

Beautiful, baby.. Just beautiful.. ^^

The end of L word

Last night, television's only lesbian drama ended after 70 episodes and six seasons. The two-hour block given to The L Word was split up into a one-hour tribute episode and a one-hour series finale. The first hour hailed the series as groundbreaking and as a show worthy of the history books.

The drama starring Jennifer Beals, Laurel Holloman, Katherine Moennig, Mia Kirshner, Leisha Hailey and Pam Grier was the first television show to explore the lives and loves of lesbians in West Hollywood as well as the first series with a deaf-lesbian character and a regularly occurring transsexual character. The L Word fans across the nation tuned-in in the hopes of seeing a wedding, a funeral, a baby, or at least a murder case solved.



:::::::: Major Spoilers Below ::::::::

And what did we see in the series finale? Nothing. Essentially, the episode was set up like any other episode. Dylan and Helena broke up again over trust issues. Alice and Shane chat on the phone and spend a day drinking their sorrows away together. Bette and Tina host a party. These all sound like normal L Word happenings. The problem is that there was a season-long mystery about who killed Jenny Schecter. Evidently, creator Ilene Chaiken never had any intentions of revealing how Jenny died. Earlier this year, when asked about the solving the mystery, she said, "I don't actually feel compelled to answer it. The show is about character and relationships, and I used this story to deeply explore those relationships. It's a risk not to solve a mystery, admittedly."

A risk? Yes, Chaiken risked having the wrath of The L Word fans come crashing down all around her and it certainly is. Carolinagrrrl from AfterEllen.com said, “The finale was horrible and a slap in the face to the fans. Nothing of substance actually happened, and what ACTUALLY happened was left unresolved/didn't make sense.” As a long time fan of the show myself, I'm still infuriated at the nerve.

The cliffhanger ending has been done before (when thinking of good ones, think of The Sopranos or Veronica Mars), but on a show where the fans have gotten to know the characters and care for them so intimately, it is insulting. For the whole tribute episode, when asked about the general believability of the characters and plotlines throughout the years, the producers kept saying “This is Hollywood” or “It's television, what did you expect?” Yet when Ilene was asked to explain the unfinished plotlines in the series finale, she explained, “I was not interested in wrapping up the show neatly and tidily. I wanted to end with a sense that life goes on.” Well, Ilene, you seem to be giving mixed signals. The L Word is not real life my friend, it's television. There's no context as to what these characters' lives might go on to be. Instead, their lives have come to an abrupt and heartbreaking end.

Many have speculated this is all a marketing ploy to convince investors to make an L Word movie. If so, many fans are outraged and want to see these characters again, someone will want to make it happen, right? Well, not if ninety percent of your fanbase thinks you've ruined the entire thing. I imagine that many hard-core fans would venture to the film. But, I would definitely not convince any of my friends to go with me because I wouldn't want to put them through the inevitably atrocious plotlines that will come out of an Ilene Chaiken movie and I'm guessing many fans would agree with me.

I'd be even less inclined to tune in to Chaiken's new pitch The Farm. Although I'm generally obsessed with Leisha Hailey and her character Alice, seeing Alice in prison sounds depressing. Chaiken has depressed me enough over these past six years. Chaiken claims, “it would be a great way to bring our audience over and tell them that we're not abandoning them, which was really important to us.” Well, I think she's already abandoned us after the series finale.

Ilene Chaiken refused to address the wishes of any of her fans. For instance: Did we see any growth in Shane's character? Did (as some wished) Molly and Shane get back together after Shane found the letter? Did Tasha and Alice have a happy reunion? Did Helena regain any of her previous power suit cougar ways? Did we get to see Bette and Tina marry? Did we see any of the character's dreams come true? Did we get any closure at all? After we watched our beloved characters lie, cheat and steal year after year, one glimmer of hope, one glimmer of happiness would have been nice. Instead, Ilene Chaiken gave the lesbian community murder, ambiguity and despair. I'm sure they'll be sending their thank you cards any moment.
Taken from Buddy TV.

Friday the 13th

A beautiful Saturday morning, as i wake up to my daily routine, playing Dan Fogelbergs' album in the background. Snow has started melting, and you can actually start feeling the heat of sun rays. I like the temperature it is right now, shedding off those thick fluffy jackets, wearing something that suits me more. Intend to relax today, though that wasn't the initial plan. I had prepared myself for a whole day of sports as today was suppose to be our Interbatch games. I had joined 3 games altogether and was sort of geared up for the fun. Towards the end of Friday night, some batches had went off to train the sports hall and most had started cooking their dishes that they were suppose to sell during the games. Few stalls are usually opened during games, but this time around, since the participants involve almost everyone starting off 1st years to 6th years and it was suppose to be a whole day event, everyone had decided to sell something and to sell alot of it. Food ranging from cupcakes, fruit tarts and curry puffs to Nasi lemak, Roti John and Pasembor. Everyone was prepared for a whole day of sports and food. I know i was.. My plan was just to play the games I've joined (handball, futsal and netball) then stuff my face with each type of food. Plus, someone gave me the idea of selling my most Deli-Si-Ous egg tarts. I Had gotten all the stuff ready to make my Eggies, thank God right when i was about to start making them, the news had reached my ears. Phew!

Okay, I haven't mentioned what the news was right. Hoho. The news that would have all Makcik Gerai fainting and those sports participants who have trained for this day crying. Haha. What a load of crap.

RUBELLA

Of all viruses..

But this of course has enlightened most of us, for all these while, we've had the impression that Rubella virus only affected teenage girls and babies because back in Malaysia, only jabs were given to the girls because of the whole pregnancy and Ig thing. But nurses giving free jabs were nagging saying that Malaysian system is wrong, and guys should have had the jabs when they were in school as well.

Anyway, the whole night yesterday was mainly everyone trying to promote their food and everyone else eating all sorts of varieties of it. I wish i hadn't get involved in that whole cyclone of food selling and buying and eating. Upon finding out that the games had been canceled, my mind was set on movies, bag of chips and beer, instead i found myself helping others on promoting their food, going door to door, floor to floor for food delivaries and end up helping people i depise. The sort of people who are not friendly and didn't even thank me for my assistance. I went back to my room only at 3am, tired and having headaches.

Friday the 13th indeed.

For the Love of Egg tarts..

Tart telur.. What's tart in malay? Hmm.. Even karipap is taken from an english word, curry puff. Hmm.. Anyway, my craving for egg tarts has initiated me to make some today. That's the thing about being away from home is, if you want anything, you gotta make it yourself. In Malaysia, everything was just a drive away.But over here, if you want anything.. You've got to make it happen yourself, people! haha. i've just pushed my first Eggy in to the oven and wished it Good Luck! Hehe..

I have test tomorrow and i'm thinking of my stomach first.. Not good, not good..
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20minutes later...

yeye.. Eggy turned out quite nice. Presentation might be a bit off but who cares.. huahuahua. Would like to take a picture of it but right now we would prolly need an X-ray.

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I've been working out on my arms so much that it's much bigger than i am, so to speak, that my blockmate thinks i've put on weight. And now i'm suddenly self concious of myself all together because my friend and I were on a topic of discussion of hair.. in places well best not mentioned. But at the end of the day, it's all.. ahh who gives a damn. If no one can love me for who i am, then i shall just end up alone and not share my love at all... =/

*whines.... >.< ---------------

A: Akhirnye cita-cita mu dijadikan realiti..

It doesn't look as good as it taste but i can assure you, it's yummylicious. Aite, running off to stuff my face. FooooOoood...

M'sia hates us, We hate Moscow = No Love

Well, I guess it's confirmed then. I'll be doing my practicals here instead of Malaysia. The only other thing more infuriating about this whole situation, is of course the student body. With no updates what so ever, most of the students are left still hanging on a string of hope that somehow this could all be turned around. Many have yet to change their flight dates, or in some cases book the return ticket home. Next semester, when i'll be in my 4th year, my practicals would be for 6 weeks and after calculating, i found out that if i were to go back, it'll only be for 2 weeks. If they had told me sooner i could have booked a one way ticket instead. I do pity those who are currently in 4th year though. Since most of them have already bought a return ticket home, they would still have to go back, but only for those 2 weeks. Bummer. But I'm not the one this is taking a toll on. My mum is going berserk, using foul language that i've never heard her use before. ( i'm glad im old enough for my mum to start cursing in front of me comfortably. i can imagine how it's like to have kids and accidentally blurt out profanities and have them point the finger at you with eyes wide open and gasp. yeah, i think i used to do that. no wait, that was my goody-two-shoes sister. I used to giggle instead. I'm also glad that i'm old enough that if anything bad comes out of my mouth, I don't get reprimanded for it).

Sigh, this new ruling on practicals kinda throws everyone's plan off. It just seems to me, it gives us students here a perfect alibi as to why we're not familiar with the procedures or whatnots in Malaysian hospitals. First off, we're already learning everything here in Russian. By doing practicals back home, at least we have the opportunity to question what we're unsure of. Somehow everything about this country kinda irks me a little. From the very first day my parents decided to send me here, all we've been facing are problems that had to be solved with money, or an absurd amount of time that would mutilate the core of your very soul. I wouldn't even be surprised that by the time i'm done here, Malaysia would have stopped accepting whoever who graduated from Russia. That'd be great. Because I'd run to Singapore, and everytime I wanna chew gum, I'd just walk over to the border of Malaysia, chew away, spit it right there and run back to Singapore. Sigh. What's to become of us in the future i wonder.

By the way, for those of you who watches the L word. Grieve with me as the season's about to end.Damnnn..

PS: My sudden realization of my love for Bette is shocking.



and i don't really hate Moscow. it's just a little heads up would've been nice.