Last Tuesday, I attempted to run a freaking marathon outside the college campus.
Ohk, I actually ran only one tenth of the way jogged one tenth of the way and walked nine tenth of the way with Diyana. Everyone else was so far ahead that they weren't even a tiny dot on the horizon, they were completely gone from our eyesight in 15 minutes. Diyana and I were lucky we stuck with each other, otherwise we would have gotten lost (our main topic while running walking: wedgies). I know, Brunei is a small country and Gadong seems like your backyard considering the number of times you drive through there in a day. It just so happened that when you are dog-tired from running walking for half an hour with over-zealous local drivers in ugly Toyotas annoyingly honking and wooting at you, you tend to lose your sense of direction.
And to think that this kind of attitude would actually promote healthier lifestyles and fitter Bruneians (it doesn't, by the way). No wonder we're all so spare-tyred (fat, if you don't get it) compared to Singaporeans. And it wasn't as if we were wearing shorts like Mr. Holland's. I told him what happened to us and he was like, 'That never happens to me, people just drives past me.' So local drivers, either you give middle-aged men a little car horn lovin' the way you give underaged sweaty girls, or you just act nice and watch the road in front of you.
Mr. Holland actually had the heart to embarass Diyana and I by posting up the results on the notice board with the words 'Josephine and Diyana distract local drivers' on the side. Must be a new marketing strategy, like trying to get more people to join. So if it's actually working, our next run will be tomorrow (Tuesday) afternoon around 3.30pm. We'll be riding the bus to somewhere for the run, somewhere I will not disclose, otherwise the traffic around that area might suddenly double up just to honk and woot at the joggers. This goes out to the MD-ians, so outsiders don't be a busybody and join in the jogging fun.
Oh, by the way, Diyana and I came in last but the list on the college's notice board put me down as dead last. I don't mind, as long as I finished the one hour jog unharmed. I mean, not bad for a girl who hasn't done any sports for over a year now, even though everyone finished the run in an average half hour only.
So, dear Maktab Duli students, please come to our M1 (that's what the club is called) run tomorrow at 3.30. More details provided at the administration white board. I already have Ridha, Fifiz and Shao Mei on board. With so many hot chicks, what the hell are you waiting for? And don't worry if you think you're not fit, just take me for example! Have I convinced you enough?
Please ignore the grammar error. I'm too tired to Photoshop it again.
PS. I'm done with ONE Mill on the Floss essay. Just one more to go before I'm off my mini hiatus.
PPS. I'd like to keep a record of what happened in Sociology class this afternoon for future reference. Mr. Simmonds showed us a tape about fertility and it actually showed a live birth where the baby was literally pulled out of the women's... birthhole. It made us all squirm. Mr. Simmonds said that he would warn us before the scene came so we could close our eyes but he only warned us like two nanoseconds before the baby came out. Very funny, Sir! *retch*
