My official bloggy is down again, but this time, it doesn't look like it'll make a comeback. Not anytime soon at least. Unlike the last time where they (the hosting company) said that the deactivation of my site was accidental, i asked them this time round and they said my site was CLOSED. Yup, as in deliberately or so it seems. Why is that, i have no idea. I'm still waiting for their response to my "OMG, what's wrong with you people!" email i sent at the moment.

So anyway, as my last post there (usws.isgreat.org) stated, i haven't been posting much lately. But i did make up for my lack of writing on another blog, although it was one which was only visible to its authors. 'Was' being the keyword. It's now totally open to the public, the reason being our awesome chunted entries we made there.

The blog is called Sparks Teen Troopers and it's a daughter site of Sparks, a trend spotting company site of somekind. I'm not very good with details. Or roads. Or maps. Or numbers. Buts that's a different matter altogether. I wanted to join initially due to the lure of being paid but being underqualified and inexperienced, i could only be a Teen Trooper. Doesn't matter anyway, the experience gained from writing is good enough at the moment.

Nantilah, when i get better or get my degree or something, then i'll start demanding for pay. XD BYE!

THE END

p.s. I'm a bad spark.

EDIT: My site is back online! The hosting company explained that "It appears an abuse detection filter caused a false positive, and suspended your site. This has now been corrected, and can not occur again." Thank you so much, both for fixing my site and for the super quick response! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!

...or worse, i promise to be a good boy from now on!

About an hour or two ago, i came back from Subang after almost dying participating in the MPSJ 10km marathon. And when i barely completed that supposedly short race, i think i never ever want to join another one like it again. Seriously la, 10km compared to 42km marathons or even half of that sounds so short; but when you actually go for it, stare at all the other runners with jaws wide open, eat the dust they leave behind as you try to catch up or even just finish the race, i bet you will contemplate real long and hard before getting hyped up for any other event that requires you to travel for miles on foot.

Me being the kiasu + egoistic type (two very bad characteristics to have) imagined myself sprinting all the way, cutting through the waves of runners and finally standing at the winners' circle to collect my gold plated medal. I imagined the whole event very very VERY wrong. Since the beginning of the race, i watched a group of people in ultra mini short shorts and sexay singlets (pro mah) sprint ahead of the rest of us and kept going at that speed constantly. I started somewhere around the middle of the crowd and decided to (like as if can) overtake one person at the time until i reached that sexay group of runners.

Well, that plan did sort of work, for the first 20 minutes at least and a group of about 50 runners were in front of me. But then, good things never last and neither do my legs. Run run run with a smug look on my face as i overtook the rest, then tiba-tiba "OMG, my legs are on fire!!". And that practically sums up the rest of the race. Oh wait, that's not all. Not even half of the story. First my legs gave up on me, next it was my tummy's turn.

Sakit i tell you! At least even with the flaming legs i still managed to jog at a slow speed, the tummy ache was too much to handle. I was already so freaking tired by then AND thirsty [Note: No water provided throughout the race until you complete it. Somemore have to line up to get small little cups of 100 plus. I brought my own water in mini containers but spilt most of it when i tried to quench my thirst.] but my body still wanted me to suffer by stabbing the right side of my stomach.

I couldn't jog anymore (actually long before already started walking) with this throbbing pain so i walked as fast as i could. Haha, walking was a futile effort if i wanted to keep a close distance to the other runners at the least. Someone else actually passed me by walking as well. My kiasuness kicked in and i decided to take the pain like a man and sprint back to the front. And then i stopped. And then i sprinted again. And then i stopped. So i was doing this sprinting, walking, sprinting thing until i had the MPSJ building (starting/finishing place) in sight.

Lots of people who were initially behind me were suddenly leading the pack and i on the other hand was thinking of stopping right there and then, taking a bus back to the starting line and giving up this whole suffering running thing. Aiya, but no face lah so push somemore lor. And suffer. Hahaha, but noooo... seeing the MPSJ building didn't mean the race was going to end.

First you would see one side of the building, then turn into the road that is parallel to another side of that building, run all the way straight pass the entrance to that building (way pass), make a U-turn, run towards that building once more and then run in through the gates. Not yet finish, don't lari first. After you've entered the gates, you have to run almost a full round around the track and then BARU complete the race. Bugger.

Usually when i run, i need somekind of motivation to continue such as seeing the finish line or knowing that i've ran an extra round. So when i saw the finish line, sprint lah!! Doing that wouldn't have changed the fact that i wasn't eligible for a medal but at least i pushed my position forward abit. Damn funny, people gathered at the finishing line were going like "Eh, look at that guy in the white shirt" and must have thought i was crazy. Even the sprinting and walking think would have made them think i was on drugs or something.

So yea, that's mostly it and i thank you if you read all the way down here. Oh, not to forget. After i sprinted through the finish line, BLEEEKKK <- vomiting sound. Haha, not that bad lah. I almost puked on the track but i managed to keep it in and swallow cause there weren't any places nearby for this kind of thing. Conclusion, no more please. Even if i do change my mind, it won't be too soon and not until i reached some God-like fitness level where i don't feel tired/pain even after hundreds of miles. That would also equate to... NEVER. Bye!

THE END

p.s. I should be give myself a pat on the back for running 10km, shouldn't I?
p.s.p.s. Ouch, now i'm having a different kind of tummy ache and i it doesn't want to go.