My school's jogathon a.k.a. merentas desa a.k.a. cross country (how can it be cross country when its not even 1/999999999999999 of the country?) was last week. After 4 years of attending the school's jogathon, I never gave it my best before. Simply because I didnt see the reason to. I never had the passion for my house. Until 2006.

For some very weird and unexplainable reason, I had the passion this year. Maybe cos its my last year in the school. O'well. I ran like shit and pushed myself past the limit of my body. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating. You don't like exaggeration? Then you're on the wrong site.

Runners of jogathon who completed the course in less than 14 minutes will get 2 points while the rest only get 1. Even if I did run like shit, I still seriously doubt I would've gotten 2 points. Heck, even Justin got 1 point only! I was super duper exhausted at the end of the course.

There was a point during the course when I just felt like lying down on the road and reminisced on what has happened during the 16 years of my life (though i can barely remember anything that happened in my life up to 6 years ago) but a fire kept on burning inside me that kept me running.

The fire got extinguished when I reached school. It wasnt immediate though. When the fire was completely out, I lay on the floor, breathing heavily, disappointed that I didn't get 2 points.

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When one buys one's lover a valentine's gift, one is always attacked by a question, one particular question, that will always haunt one's thoughts until one presents the gift. The question with one of the most suspense of all, "Will one's lover like the gift?". The killer.