Cross-Cultural Conversations

Observations by a Malaysian studying in Australia

My Love Of Prizes

This morning I participated in a walkathon held in my residential area. I severely underestimated the physical input needed to merely walk fast. It was in fact harder than jogging as you have to control your leg movements; you simply need to go as fast as you can in a jog. It’s a lot like walking uphill and down, it’s actually more strenuous to perform the latter.

I managed to get third position out of 50, which I thought was respectable given that it was my first experience. For that I received a bag. The prize itself was nothing to shout about; it was the prize-giving ceremony itself that got me excited. I’ve always loved prize-giving ceremonies, probably because I rarely get the opportunity to be apart of them.

“I’d like to thank my parents for supporting me, especially my mum; if she hadn’t woken me up three times this morning, I might not have won this, let alone be here at all today.”

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